dontneed-nohealing:

shadowathighnoon:

The way you are

For @givemedaylight

Mccree buried his face in his pillow as the rays from the rising sun peaked through thin curtain that was covering his bedroom window.

Usually he would have woken up by now to the sounds of his lover typing away frantically at her screens with her retractable nails. He swore that woman hardly slept and how she managed to function that way he would never comprehend.

Noting the absence of nails clicking, he reached out his mechanical arm, feeling for a warm body but found instead an empty space beside him.

Letting out a deep yawn, the cowboy proceeded to rub the sleep from his eyes and rise from the bed. His two week long vacation from his duties at Overwatch served him well as he was able to lounge around, drink beer and spend time with his beloved Sombra.

As he proceeded to make his way to the kitchen, he stopped for a moment to glance at himself in the mirror. His eyes trailed the grey color that was beginning to dust his dark brown hair and beard.

His attention then turned from the greying hairs to the expression lines on his face. The gunslinger always thought they gave him a ruggedly handsome look but now he was beginning to wonder if they really were actually making him look old and tired.

From there his self examination turned to his mechanical arm that was dinged up from the constant fighting he found himself in.

Every once in a while the hardware would malfunction but it was nothing Sombra couldn’t easily fix. Still, the old prosthetic started to feel more and more outdated, perhaps an update would soon be needed.

His eyes stopped on his torso, more specifically at the soft pudge that had once been toned abs. Giving his soft tummy a poke, he sighed and leaned his forehead against the mirror.

“You’re really letting yourself go, old man,” he chuckled to himself.

He always heard of the joke that people gain weight when they’re happy but didn’t really think much of it until now that his “happy weight” was showing.

The cowboy let out a yelp when he felt invisible slender arms wrap around his waist. A few moments later Sombra flickered into sight, face buried against his back.

“Good morning sleepy head,” she whispered, nuzzling her cheek.

“Morning darlin’” he answered, turning so he could hold her in his arms and take in her intoxicating scent.

“What were you doing mi amor?”

“…nothin’ really, just trying to figure out how much time I have left before you leave me for a younger man,” he chuckled, pulling away and gazing at her perplexed expression.

“And why the hell would I do that?” Sombra retorted, hands on her hips and staring him down with an accusatory glance.

He felt the tips of his ears turn hot with embarrassment under the gaze of her indigo eyes.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

The hacker raised an eyebrow but said nothing except respond through a “no” headshake.

“Well, I was takin’ a good look in the mirror and I’m just…I don’t know, concerned that I’m starting to look older and ya know… out of shape,” he finished, hand scratching the back of his head as he grabbed his little gut.

Looking her love up and down, Sombra snorted as she tried to keep herself composed.

“You get some grey hairs and suddenly you think you’re looking like Jack Morrison? Aye aye aye, Mccree you’re such a diva!”

His eyebrows raised at his new nickname.

“First off, you do not look like an old man. Everyone ages, even me so stop worrying about that. Secondly, you’re not out of shape! You have a tummy, so what? Is there some regulation somewhere that all cowboys must have chiseled Greek god abs?!”

Mccree pressed his lips into a firm line as she finished up her rant, he suddenly felt like a child being scolded by a parent.

“…you done?”

Sombra sighed and wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head on his chest.

“Mccree, you’re perfect the way you are mi amor. I’d love you even if you were purple and bald, so stop being a drama queen!” She said with a smirk and a kiss on his cheek.

“Aw shucks darlin’, thank you kindly,” he said, feeling a mix of bashfulness and happiness at his lover’s words of encouragement. Maybe he was overreacting and being a diva.

“Come on” she said taking his hand and leading him towards the kitchen, “I’ll serve you up a nice bowl of bran flakes and granola, viejito.”

SOMBRA IS SO IN LOVE WITH HER SOFT AND PUDGY GUNSLINGER, PASS IT ON 💕💕💕💕