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[theyoungdragon]

@ofbamf (x)

It had been a long day and it had led to the want for a drink or two. As the gunslinger sat down next to him, Hanzo didn’t mind the silent company, pouring himself some more of the whiskey that he had found, eyes on the fireplace. The crackling of the fire along with the soft thrumming of the rain hitting the roof above them and the alcohol warming him up from the inside, it didn’t surprise him at all that he woke up right there. Feeling a heavy weight on top of his head (upcoming headache?) Hanzo barely opened his eyes as he pushed himself up, stretching ou-

Thud.

Eyes opening properly as he feels and hears something crash against the back of the couch, only to then fall behind him, Hanzo shifts forward a bit while turning around, finding a certain cowboy who had crashed down the moment he abruptly moved away. Blinking, Hanzo doesn’t really do anything until he hears the other man groan, reaching out. “My apologies, I didn’t realize you had--” Pause, then, he clears his throat, hand on Jesse’s shoulder. “You didn’t hit your head or something?”

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“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“yeah && you’re heavy.” she’s blunt, but the lightness of her tone suggests a benign playfulness to her words. so it seemed sombra could hold her alcohol better than the gunslinger --- or perhaps more likely, he was already quite a few shots down the line when she’d entered the bar. she swirled the contents of her neat whiskey, staring at the coppery liquid, face flushed && coloured with the tipsiness she felt. not quite drunk. her head rested against his that had slumped onto her shoulder, fingers entwining with his fleshy hand that rested on the counter.

it was a quiet moment. she prayed that come the morning he wouldn’t even remember. or if he did, it would be foggy && unbelievable. after all, who would think she, sombra, would cuddle up to him? 

bringing the shot glass to her lips, she paused, the oaky scent overpowering enough that she had second thoughts, instead letting it sit untouched on the counter, freeing up her hand to carefully card her fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “guess you’ll be crashing at my place.” the ‘place’ being safe, abandoned building she’d retrofitted for her own purposes. “i’ll be leaving in the morning anyway. come on, big guy. on your feet.”

cuddlebug ( x ) / acc, send one you cowards / @ofbamf​

[onthinize]

@ofbamf liked for a starter

“Mccree, pardon my forwardness. But I think something is wrong.” How many drinks was that now? 3? 4? Maybe even more. “I’m here for you if you need to talk to someone.”

[ofmeka]

@ofbamf || get hana cuddles ( accepting )

─── ≫ 🎮 ≪ ─── SEEING the opportunity, she takes it. Climbing into his lap with little care of his feelings on the matter, she makes herself comfortable -- leaned back against his chest -- her hands coming up to grab the corners of his poncho and pull it around herself.

        ❝ I’m freezing and I’m about to put my cold ass feet on you. ❞

A warning that leaves her mouth exactly as she does, in fact, put her cold feet on him.