👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
-mccree is an amazing cook, hanzo is just constantly mystified by the way mccree can just pull random ingredients together into a delicious, coherent meal. mccree says he’s had lots of practice from his deadlock days. hanzo, being the rich heir to a clan, never had to cook a day in his life. that doesn’t mean that he can’t, but it takes a lot of his effort and concentration, mccree is always sure to shower his boyfriend with compliments and praise when hanzo does decide to cook.
- hanzo’s hands are just constantly cold, and since he’s mean, he loves putting his cold hands all over mccree’s neck, stomach and whatever skin he can reach at the moment. mccree, however, is a furnace. hanzo loves curling close to him in bed, not wanting to admit the fact that he adores being the little spoon. sometimes when mccree is assigned to an mission early in the morning, hanzo switches to the warm spot created on mccree’s side of their shared bed. also: them holding hands = thermal equilibrium
- sometimes mccree has a lot of trouble getting work done near hanzo because hanzo is just constantly holding his hand, he doesn’t mind but it’s hard to type a 12 page report with only one hand but he’ll try his damnedest
- they both love giving each other massages after a long, tense day. they boy know how sore their muscles get especially around their prosthetics. both of them take their time, gently kneading the muscle with soft kisses thrown in for a good measure. during this, hanzo loves lighting a bit of incense, and mccree enjoys the smell bc it reminds him of his cigars
- don’t get him wrong, hanzo loves mccree’s beard but during one of their spicier make out sessions, it feels like almost rug burn for his lips and jaw. later he asks mccree if he ever considered shaving it, mccree shrugs. the next morning he didn’t expect to see a fully shaved, babyface mccree. they both agree that was a mistake. hanzo thinks he can deal with the beard burn
- they both have lil knick knacks scattered around their apartment, like everywhere, on shelves, the coffee table. they were just little things they saw on missions and thought of each other, now their apartment is overwhelmed with cheap souvenirs
- one day hanzo asks mccree if he’s ticklish, and he answers really defensively, averting his eyes. hanzo takes this as an opportunity to pin him down, hands tickling his sides and blowing gentle raspberries into mccree’s soft stomach. he stops when mccree is wheezing and out of breath, tears starting to form from laughing alone. mccree calls hanzo an asshole and hanzo apologizes, giving him a small kiss and smiling
- bonus noodle dragons: sometimes just whenthey’re about to get down and dirty, hanzo’s dragons decide to materialize and sit on the bedside table.
“honey, i can’t do it.”
“mccree, ignore them and they will leave”
“they’re looking at me real funny, sweetheart. looks like they’re judging me.”