#mrbamfmccree

Who wakes the other one up with kisses: Both are guilty of itWho is the morning person/night person: Jack is a hella morning person, McCree maybe not so muchWho is the romantic one: They are probably both big romantic buttsWho is the more cuddly one: Jack.Who cooks: Jack tends to cook more because of how picky he isFavorite nonsexual activity: Probably movies at home and cuddling up chucking popcorn at each other or at the gun range (McCree teach him better pistol skills)Their favorite place to be together: Home or on the battlefieldAny traditions: Quieter nightsTheir “song”: Feels Like Home - The HimWhat they do for each other on holidays: Give gifts, stay out of firefightsWhere did they go for their honeymoon: Somewhere quiet and away from people.Where did they first meet: OverwatchAny pets: Dogs, most likelyWhat do they fight over: “McCree if you kiss me after inhaling a cigar again I won’t kiss you for a week.”Do they go on vacations, if so where: Jack doesn’t like taking vacations but if convinced, usually out where there’s not a ton of peopleWho kills the bugs; Both
Who hogs the sheets; Both
Who hates mornings; Probably Jesse
Who’s cranky before they had their coffee; Probably Jesse
Who’s doesn’t like their mother in law; Jack’s parents are insufferable
Who drives; Jack prefers to drive
Who gets horny in awkward public places; BOTH ARE GUILTY
Who had a scene phase; I don’t think either had the chance
Who wore braces; Neither?
Who got bullied; Probably McCree moreso than JackWho is louder? McCreeWho is more experimental? McCree, probably, Jack gets into a routine and sticks there, but he’s not opposed to changing thingsWho takes more risks? Both are awful risk takersDo they fuck or make love? Usually the latterLights on or off? Depends on the moodWho is more likely to be caught masturbating? I feel like there’s an equal chance hereWho is more likely to suggest a threesome? Apparently, McCreeHas either stolen the other’s underwear? Probably no need toWho comes first? Jack usually likes to make sure Jesse doesWho is better at oral and who prefers it? Jack likes to think he’s pretty good at it.Who is more submissive? Jack can be a pretty commandeering presence, but he’s not opposed to it.Who usually initiates things? Probably equal, but Jack probably has a few more than McCreeWho is more sensitive? McCreeWho has the most patience? JackWhich kinks do they share? I am not sure on this one.

And he’ll happily take that cowboy kiss, thank you.

“Clear.” He grunted through the mask as he moved forward. Pulse rifle was lowered, but ready for action the minute there was any sign of danger.

“Er.. Hey McCree.” Years of Communal showers with a dozen other men in his unit left him not so burdened by the idea of being seen naked. What was musculature and scars to people who had the same thing? “Need something?”

“Well! Maybe eets becoose ya look like ya walked straight out ova moovie.” Ari teased. 

   The graves rattled, a small clicking sound of what appeared to be a walking stick, hitting the ground. A cloaked figure, walking down the overground pathways of the damned. A hit of blue, glowing under the large hood that draped over their head. It wasn’t enough to tell, if this was the being left to be found, or if it was a simple old man attempting his last respects to the fallen. None the less, the figure wanted up to the large statue of a fallen solider in a war the history books had little record of. The figure stopped, leaning onto the walking staff and continued to stand in silence.     Not even a grasshopper to sound.    A hand slowly moved out from the cloak, it looked young, smooth. It twisted palm up and small dragonfly like creatures spawned out circling the statue. It cleared it over the weeds, dirt, and muck. Even though the cracks and broken pieces could not be repaired, it was still as beautiful as the day it had been placed.     One of the dragonflies broke away from the path, spreading it’s wings out into the grave yard as if it had known someone would be near by. It fluttered against the control of it’s master through the air, blinking every so often until it rested on a headstone of a carved out sleeping dragon. It would stay there, waiting patiently.