itshigh-boop:

Listen,

McCree could wake up one morning to find Sombra with her hair disheveled, eyes drooping and tired, yawning loudly, dressed in shorts and one of his button ups, black kitty slippers on her feet, and drowsily pouring herself some coffee,

and he’d still find her to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He’d just swoop in and kiss her, ignoring her complaints about spilling the coffee, ‘cause that can wait.

Listen, you guys. 

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