sneakyfeets:

McCree, playing coy: hey babe, do you like me?

Hanzo, reading a magazine: Yes.

McCree: How much :3c?

Hanzo, not looking up: The depths of my affection for you could swallow the world’s seas a hundred times over.

Hanzo: The white-hot intensity of the love I feel for you every day would set the iciest depths of space ablaze.

Hanzo: When I see the smallest sliver of pain cross your face, I muse about killing the Gods and seizing their power for myself, if only to ensure your everlasting happiness.

McCree: Awwww :3c

Tracer, standing to the side with a mouthful of Pop-Tart: [whispered] what the fuck