i don’t mean to cast shade on anyone, but if you have a fav, gabe could outflirt them
suave as shit. even the most innocuous of things can suddenly be a topic of flirtation.
he likes to pay special attention to you, the object of his affection: giving you a nickname, drawling your name out, greeting you first.
he’s got a special smile reserved for you: the corners of his eyes crinkle, and sometimes, he likes to wink
who taught mccree how to smirk? this guy.
he likes to compliment you until you’re blushing: “look at you - gorgeous. unreal. you’re too damn beautiful, cariño. beautiful!”
he’s confident and sure of himself, so he doesn’t feel the need to show off, but he’ll draw attention to certain aspects of himself from time to time, just to play himself up. “[y/n], tell me i don’t have the best assets in this place.”
expect a good bit of innuendo
gabe notices a lot more than he lets on - so expect him to start mentioning specific things you’ve said, or talk about things you’ve mentioned in the past.
But first love is not only love. It’s not the best love, or the last love. First love is first, and it’s wonderful and amazing and new, but first is not synonymous with forever. And first is definitely not connected, whatsoever, to final. It’s called your first love because it’s just that — your first. Not your last.
mother fuckin school-teacher kate barlow had her african american boyfriend shot in the fuckin head by some racist fuckboy in the old west and started murdering people and became kissin’ kate barlow
Stanley Yelnats and Zero save the day by eatin their fuckin vegetables, find treasure and split like 150 million bucks together, buy a mansion for them and their camp buddies and live happily ever after
Zero uses his fortune to hire a PI to find his mom
pretty sure a curse placed by Madame Zeroni got broken somewhere there too