Genji, Mccree, Mei with an s/o struggling with their anxiety or self doubt about themselves like they feel like a burden? I'm very sorry I've just had a rough month
Sweetheart, please don’t apologize. I understand having a rough time, whether it be with friends, family, work, school, or just yourself. I’d be happy to write for you, and if you ever want to just message and chat, I’m willing to lend an ear. I just hope maybe this cheers you up a bit
Like any woman, she is observant
So even when you think your hiding your stress and anxiety and those thoughts in your head…she can tell
Mei notices when your eyes burn with self loathing when you make a mistake
Has seen how your fingers dig into your skin till you bleed, heard you berate yourself under your breath, seen the bitter prick of tears in your eyes when you face obstacles
It breaks her heart every time
Being Mei, she isn’t sure how to help you but she takes it upon herself to try and find a solution
Finally, Mei decides that although she cannot take away your fears, your anxiety or those doubts that fill you, but she can try to bring a smile to your face and show you that even if you don’t believe in yourself, she does
One day after a rather long and grueling mission, you were feeling at one of your lowest points when you walked into your room. It took you a moment but you noticed something on the bed.
There was a single white lily flower, a box of your favorite chocolates, and a jar. Lifting the jar, you saw a note on the top. ‘Please take out on piece of paper every evening. Take out two on the worse days.’
Opening the jar, you saw it was jam packed with papers. Taking one out, you unfolded the small pink paper and you gasped softly. ‘Your smile takes my breath away!’. For a moment you stared, and then hold the paper close.
Reaching in, you pulled out one more. The yellow slip opened to reveal a picture of you and Mei making snow angels in the winter beneath a big pine. It read ‘You’ll always be my snow angel’.
Holding the two papers and staring down at them, you felt slowly all the negative emotions melt away. Tears filled your eyes, and you didn’t make a noise as a pair of arms pulled you close from behind. Turning, you buried your face into her neck and knew that in her own way, she was trying to make you feel better.
More then most, Genji can understand doubting in yourself and feeling anxious about things. When he became a cyborg, between the hate he harbored for his brother and the confusion and doubt of being a cyborg, Genji had been a mess
Of course, he also knew it was different for everyone. So it tore him apart seeing how you struggled with yourself
Especially when you seemed to devalue yourself and your hard work
A lot of the time he tried to give you as much praise or encouragement as he could, to show you that your effort was noticed but unfortunately, it never seemed to really hit home with you
One day Genji went to check on you after being called by Ana. Apparently you had a melt down during the Bombs Activation and Deactivation class. Automatically the two wanted to make sure you were okay
As he came up to the door, Genji stopped when he heard your voice. Peeking in, he could see you on the bed with your head in your hands, crying
He heard as you told yourself that you were worthless, that you would never be able to contribute to the team. That you’d only let them down.
Unable to bear hearing this, Genji shoved open the door. Startled, you sat up but before you could do anything, you were pulled tight against his chest. His hand brushed through your hair and you heard him take a shuddering breath
“Don’t say that. I beg you. y/n, i know…that you cannot see what i do. But i see a strong, selfless hero who will do anything to protect the people around them,” he said in your ear, needing you to know how he saw you, even if you didn’t see it yourself.
Taking off his mask, he lifted your chin and gave you a soft kiss. You couldn’t understand why, why he was so sweet to you when you felt like you weren’t good enough for him or Overwatch.
But before you could speak, the tears still sliding down your face, Genji caressed your cheek. “Do you know what i admire most about you? Its the fact that you try your very best at everything, no matter how impossible the task, because whats most important to you is the people you protect and defend. Mistakes might be made…but what makes a hero is that you will continue to fight and stand up for those who can’t,” Genji told you quietly.
Slowly, as those words rolled over and over in your head, the frustration and anger towards yourself ebbed away. Genji was always so kind to you…it was impossible not to feel the love radiating from him
“I just don’t want to let you down,” you whispered.
Genji smiled tenderly and shook his head.
“You could never let me down, y/n.”
And with that, you knew that he would always support you.
Jesse could always tell there was something wrong but a lot of the time, he couldn’t exactly put his thumb on what the problem was
A little less observant, most of the time he thought you were happy with how well you were doing
It was like he was your own personal cheer leader, except instead of pom-poms he had pistols
But a few months into your relationship he started to really notice that something was up with you, the way your face fell at moments or the way you’d stare off into the distance looking troubled, and all Jesse wanted was to make it better
Feeling restless one night, something kept niggling at the back of his mind. A thought, or perhaps more of a feeling
To stop his paranoia, Jesse got out of bed wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms and his belt, before heading to your room to check up on you. Honestly, he expected everything to be okay. But in the dark room, as he opened the door slightly, he heard quiet sobs
Slowly, Jesse pushed open the door and slipped in, shutting it without your notice. Seeing you curled up in the fetal position on the bed made him want to cry too, but right now his job was to soothe you
You jumped as the bed shifted and a warm, muscled body pressed against you. Strong arms pulled you close, and the feeling of a beard tickled your neck. That and the scent of cigars told you who it was even before he spoke.
“Don’t cry, darlin’,” Jesse whispered, his voice soft with worry. His Texas accent was soothing, as was the deep lilt of his voice.
The fact that he’d caught you in the middle of a break down embarrassed you. Without a word you tried to hide in the pillow but he was having none of it, pulling the pillow away.
Turning you, Jesse moved to sit against the headboard with you in his lap. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. Please tell me whats wrong. I might be a dumb cowboy but…but i still want to be here for you,” he murmured. It only made you cry harder but Jesse just rocked you and rocked you into his arms.
Silently he just rubbed your back as you let out all the tears that had been building up for such a long time. Finally, when the dams were empty, you admitted to Jesse the truth behind your feelings and how you were always worried of failure or screwing up, and how you doubted in your capabilities. Jesse didn’t speak a word, humming an old western tune softly in the darkness as he pet your hair and held you. Finally, you finished and waited for him to make fun of you.
It took a moment but Jesse pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Its not stupid to be afraid to screw up,” he said softly. “Its not stupid to doubt yourself. What your feeling is okay. That’s why you have me. I’ll always be there for you, baby. So please, no matter how dumb you think it might be….tell me what you feel, okay?.”
It felt strange, hearing Jesse say it was okay. This was the first time you’d told anyone how you felt. But as you laid there on his chest, exhaustion from the crying starting to fill you, you couldn’t help think that maybe it would be okay.
As long as you had Jesse there, maybe his love was all you would need to be able to push yourself in life.
Prompt from @saltygay-bean: So I’ve been reading these and have been to afraid to ask for it but I’m gonna finally do it.. Could I ask for a sibling!Jughead and reader, where the reader is Jughead’s twin sister that he just found out is being bullied and comforts her? I feel it’d be really sweet ♡
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. Thanks for the submission!!
You cried harder and pulled your legs closer to your chest, holding yourself. Those were just some of the nicknames Reggie and his gang had called you today. Usually you were able to handle the insults thrown at you by the jocks, but today had been a bad day. Someone had spilled cherry slushy on your favorite jeans during lunch, you had failed that pop quiz in math, and you were absolutely loaded with homework and it wasn’t even fifth period yet. The insults combined with that were just too much to take.
You rested your head on your knees and closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears. This bullying by the jocks was nothing new. It began in eighth grade. The same kids pushing you into the lockers and calling you names. Jughead didn’t know. You didn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell him. He would just try and fight the entire football team, and you knew he’d lose. Them against him? Your brother didn’t stand a chance.
You heard the door open and quickly looked up, worried it was one of the jocks. Instead you saw Jughead, looking at you with wide eyes.
“Y/N?” he asked.
You felt tears return to your eyes and began to cry again. Jughead quickly tossed his bag aside, rushing over to you. He kneeled down in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.
“Y/N, what happened?” he asked worriedly.
You shook your head, quickly wiping away your tears.
“It’s nothing, Juggie.” you mumbled.
Jughead shook his head.
“‘Nothing?’” he asked. “Y/N, I’ve never seen you like this. What happened?”
You took a shaky breath, knowing the jig was up.
“It’s the jocks,” you said. “They… said some mean stuff today.”
You felt your brother tense.
“What kind of stuff?” he nearly growled.
You swallowed and looked down.
“Um, freak. Emo bitch. Slut.” you said, whispering the last word.
You looked up again at Jughead who was positively fuming.
“I’m gonna kill them.” he snarled, getting up.
“Jughead, no!” you exclaimed, grabbing his leg before he could storm off.
He turned back to you.
“Please. It’ll only make things worse.” you begged.
“How long has this been going on?” he demanded.
“How long?” he stressed, pain in his eyes.
Guilt flashed over Jughead’s face as he knelt down again so he was eye to eye with you.
“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. “I could’ve done something.”
You shook your head.
“I didn’t want you to do anything, Juggie. If they see that they’re able to get a reaction out of me, the bullying’ll get worse. I don’t want that.”
“I understand…” he began. “But I’m walking you to every one of your classes now.”
“No, I’m serious, Y/N. They’re not gonna hurt you anymore. Not on my watch.” he said.
You smiled shyly at your protective brother.
“Thank you, Juggie.” you said.
“How’d you even know I was here?” you asked. “Twin vibes?”
Your brother snorted.
“No, I saw you crying through the door window. If you’re gonna cry, at least make it more private so a random passerby can’t see it.”
You shoved his shoulder.
“Oh, screw off!” you said as a smile made its way to your face.
““Twin vibes.”” he mimicked as he got up, looking at you.
You rolled your eyes and wiped the rest of your tears away.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, laugh it up.”
Jughead smirked and held his hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you up, handing you your backpack with his other hand.
“Come on, we gotta get to class,” he said. “I’ll walk you.”
You sighed but nodded as you swung your backpack over your shoulder, following Jughead to the door. He swung his bag over his shoulder and you stopped.
“Jug,” you called and he turned around, facing you again.
You bit your lip and looked down.
“Thank you again,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Jughead smiled softly at you.
“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he said.
He turned back to the front door and opened it.
““Twin vibes” though.” he said again as he smiled cheekily at you.
“I was being sarcastic,” Lance said tiredly, letting his head rest against the wall of the cell.
Keith huffed indignantly next to him and pulled again at the handcuffs that kept their wrists bound together. The cell was dark, the particle barrier keeping them inside illuminating the room with a shade of purple that made Lance wish he was back on the castle ship with Hunk and Pidge. Shifting, Lance glanced at Keith and saw him struggling to pull the cuffs apart with no success.
“Sorry,” Lance mumbled, guilt weighing down on him due to the situation, “I shoul’ve paid more attention to the beam.”
Ducking his head, Lance remembered being distracted and trying to cover for Hunk, only for Blue to be caught in the purple beam of light that pulled him to the Galra ship. Keith stopped struggling with the handcuffs and looked at Lance, slight confusion passing over his features as the blue paladin continued to belittle himself.
Lance lost track of time and slowly stopped talking, feeling ridiculous explaining what he did wrong to Keith of all people. The other paladin probably had already noticed everything Lance had screwed up, but talking distracted him from the sick feeling in his gut. Pulling his knees up, Lance muttered another apology before feeling something thump against his shoulder.
Looking up a bit, Lance frowned as Keith leaned on his shoulder, a look of thoughtfulness on his face. Sitting up, Keith stated, “You weren’t the one who got worked up and broke formation. If anything, you were making things better by covering for me.”
Lance laughed, nudging Keith and asking, “Where’s this coming from, mullet? I thought you’d jump at a chance to point out what I messed up.”
Keith shrugged, holding up his bound hands and said, “Not when I screwed up first.”
A smile slowly made its way across Lance’s face as he suggested, “We kinda both made things worse, didn’t we?”
Before Keith could reply, a crash alerted the two boys to someone entering the room. Standing up, Lance and Keith backed up as a familiar figure stood in front of the particle barrier, a smile wide on his face.
“Hunk!” Lance exclaimed, jumping up and down while Hunk poked at the controls to make the barrier disappear.
Motioning with a hand, Hunk held up a droid guard’s hand and unlocked Lance’s handcuffs before moving onto Keith. While they followed Hunk from the cell to the area their lions were being held, Lance offered a grateful glance to Keith. The pleased smirk on Keith’s face made it clear to Lance he understood the message.
SO HERE IS MY MIAMI STANCHEZ HEADCANNON!!! when it comes to what happend to fords letter.
It showed up, it arrived while stan was out getting something, and rick was left at the motel alone. Its a night before they have a big job their going to do, and well its not like rick dosn’t think he can’t handle it on his own. its more so…he has gotten very attached to stan. Stan is the only person he has in his life that is going right so far and he dos need him for the job, but he knows if stan heirs from his brother, he will drop everything and go right to him.
And rick can’t have that right now. he woudln’t be able to handle that.
So. to make sure stan dosn’t find the letter. he burned it.
get ride of the evidence. completely
I mean. stuff gets “lost” in the mail all the time right?
Imagine Tate Langdon Best Friend and Partner in Crime but dying in Hotel Cortez instead of Murder House after the shooting and having to sneak out of the hotel on Halloween to go to the house to see your friend because James March doesn't want you to leave.
“You better not leave the hotel (Y/N)” James March told you the same thing he did every Halloween. “I’ll know if you do”
You slammed the door to your whistling the noble war tone in your as you opened the window and jumped.
“I should have just followed you here” you told Tate. “Then I wouldn’t have to put up with Mr. March and everyone else in the fucking hotel.”
“Yeah then maybe I wouldn’t have screwed up my chance with Violet” Tate said
“Yeah its a good thing I was killed in the hotel” You said “because If I had been I would have screwed up your chance with Violet and then you hate me for eternity”
“You left the hotel (Y/N)” James said as you walked through the front door of the building.
“I’m a psychopath that killed fifteen people with my best friend and have been stuck in this shit hole for twenty one years” You told him walking up stairs. “Did you really think I’d listen to you James. Plus I was at Murder House were I should have died.”