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I’ve Got No Plans For Tomorrow Night ;)

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Bucky Barnes X Reader
Request:  I broke my leg yesterday :(( Now I’m really really bored at the Hospital :/ God bless my stupidness.. would you maybe write me something with fluffy Bucky where he Wakes up naked next to you after your first night together and he watches you sleep a bit before he starts stroking your hair, kissing you and stuff ? Just doing cute things to Show you that he wants you to be with him forever. Later then you spend the whole day in bed cuddling and not letting go of each other ? :) Thank you honey bun Anon

Bucky woke up one morning to a heavy weight on his right arm. He opened his eyes to your naked body curled up against his own naked form. You were smiling in your sleep, it was somehow both sexy and adorable. He watched your chest rhythmically rise and fall as you slept with your hands tucked under your head. God, did he love you.

You pretended to be a sleep for much longer than you should have. You had been woken as soon as he’d tried to tug his arm out from under your head, but it was your first morning after spending the night in his apartment. You wanted to play pretend for a little while and see what happened. He reached out and cupped your chin with his metal hand. His thumb rub back and forth and you could hear him chuckle.

“How did I ever get so luck as to end up with you, Doll?” He whispered. You felt him shift in the bed and then his lips were pressed against yours. You decided to use this as your opportunity to “Wake up.”

“Good morning, Beautiful.” He smiled at you.

“Good morning yourself.” You smiled back. You brushed a curtain of his hair away from his eyes and tucked it behind his ear. You snuggled up closer to him. “So last night was…wow.” You giggled.

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McHanzo Drabble

“You must be Hanzo Shimada.”

Hanzo shifted his eyes from the towering gunslinger to the small, tin cup nestled in his grasp. “That is the rumor,” he sassed back before raising the hammered metal to his lips for a quick shot of sake.

McCree, unamused, crossed tanned arms over the wide expanse of plaid on his chest. “You joinin’, too?” he asked the archer, who’s sobriety was already far from questionable.

The marksman scoffed, lowering his drink and swirling it by the handle. “No. I do not need your shoddy attempt at a police force to be at my prime.”

“Prime, huh? You sure look it.” McCree commented sarcastically under his breath, taking a moment to blow cigar smoke from his lips.

“And you must be Jesse McCree,” Hanzo retorted, eyeing the cowboy with spite, “The deadliest gunslinger since Johnny Ringo, or so I have been told.” Another sip of his alcohol, before he gave a glance to his brother beside him. “What say you, Genji? Should I hate him?”

The cyborg, who previously had brought the two together for introductions, drew back slightly, looking between the sharpshooters.

“Hanzo, I wanted you to meet him, not for you to go off, drink, and start picking fights with the friends I am trying to acquaint you with,” he said, suddenly finding himself playing mediator, “Come now, you do not even know him. How can you hate someone you do not know?”

The elder Shimada gave a ‘hmph’ and turned back to the cowboy. “True, but there is just….something about him. Something around the eyes.” Hanzo glared, scrutinizing McCree’s complexion. “The eyes of a killer. It reminds me of…..me.”

The three went silent for a brief moment, before Hanzo spoke up once more. “No, I am sure of it. I hate him.”

Genji put a hand out as McCree took a step forward, stopping any further confrontation. “He is drunk,” he tried to explain, then turned as Hanzo let out a small laugh.

“/In wine, there is truth,/” he muttered in Japanese, bringing the cup to his lips.

“/Do what you do best,/” McCree replied in the same language. Hanzo’s hand paused as he looked up in mild surprise. The gunslinger smiled in amusement, letting his crossed arms lazily fall to his belt. Hanzo glared.

“/I do not believe drinking is what I do best,/” The archer tossed back, continuing in his native tongue.

“/Forgive me if I am not convinced,/” McCree replied, returning the cold glare with a darkened one of his own. He watched as Hanzo’s features pulled back; a wolf ready to pounce.

“/It is your funeral,/” Hanzo retorted, locking their eyes.

“Come on, boys. We don’t need any trouble, not in any language.” Soldier 76’s almost sudden appearance came with the realization that several of the other Overwatch members had gathered around, watching the argument curiously.

“Japanese,” Hanzo explained for their new audience. “Apparently Mr. McCree is an educated man,” he raised the cup once more, “unlike what his appearance would leave some to believe.”

The sudden presence of a gun barrel inches from his forehead was unexpected, though admittedly unsurprising. Hanzo looked up with drunken eyes, lazily staring over the revolver into the brown glare of it’s holder and ignoring the various gasps from around him.

“Watch it, Jesse…” someone warned. Hanzo almost laughed, encouraging him to pull the trigger and save them both a lot of trouble. Instead, however, he decided to let his eyes do the talking for him.

‘Do it, coward. Kill me.’

He was half-disappointed when the cowboy simply smirked and brought his hand back. He cocked his head and spun the revolver around his index finger once. Twice. Three times and it was back to aiming at Hanzo’s cranium. Someone snickered. So that was how this was going to be.

The revolver was spun once more as McCree brought the gun to his side, flipping it again and again in his gloved palm. More snickers, and someone whistled. The cheers only grew as the gunslinger showed off more: twisting his arm up and down, twirling the weapon back and forth, across the body and back again. Hanzo knew his game. Win the fight with a wound to his pride.

He watched as the silver firearm flew about in a graceful, spinning dance. Spin, stop. Spin, spin, stop. Spin downwards, then upwards, stop. The gunslinger continued his act with a prideful smirk, making sure to keep the locked eye contact between them. The gun twirled thrice more, then settled in it’s holster as a final bow. Applause erupted from the crowd, whistles scattered throughout the cheers.

It took less than a minute for the ovation to die down and the attention to shift to Hanzo. He knew that they were either expecting an even better show, or surrender.

And a Shimada never surrendered.

Hanzo tipped his head back and downed what remained of his sake. A silent, tense-filled moment passed as Hanzo let the burn in his throat subside, keeping the cowboy locked in his gaze.

He flicked his hand lightly, rolling the tin cup by it’s handle. The cowboy raised a brow. A few members giggled, and even Genji began to relax. He rolled it again, this time in the other direction. Once more, twice more, mimicking the tricks McCree had pulled only moments ago. The light clinking of the cup being spun around his hand soon became lost in the chuckles of the audience. Up and down, back and forth, across the body and back again; every move executed with as little grace as a drunken man could possess.

Chuckles gave way to laughter as Hanzo continued his mocking. His face was stoic, challenging, unchanging amid the lazy rolling of his hand. If McCree wanted a battle of pride, then by God he was going to get it. Hanzo gave the cup two more spins for good measure before settling it on his hip, an imaginary holster. The crowd once again burst into applause, laughing and cheering all at once. Their volume spoke plenty: a victor had been chosen.

McCree stood tall and silent amid the rambunctious audience, chewing on a smoldering cigar and gazing down at his competitor, though the glare had fallen from his eyes. The two stood for only a brief moment in a contest of stares, before the gunslinger raised his hand, tipped his hat, and turned to saunter away.


The cowboy stopped in his tracks and turned back over his shoulder. He glanced down, raising a brow at the archer’s extended open palm. His eyes shifted back up to look into the other’s, questioning an ulterior motive. Hanzo merely smiled, again letting his eyes speak for him.

‘Good game.’

McCree smiled back, chuckling lightly as he accepted the gesture, giving Hanzo’s hand a firm shake. The contact lasted perhaps a moment too long before the cowboy decided to turn, taking his leave to the sound of jingling spurs.

“You shook his hand,” Genji commented as Hanzo watched McCree leave. The elder nodded, fiddling with the empty cup still in his grasp.

“I did. We are not so different, he and I. Perhaps, should the Dragons will it, I may come to dislike him less. Besides,” Hanzo raised the tin cup, gesturing to the spot where McCree once stood as he slipped into Japanese, “/He has a very nice ass./”


Based off of a scene from the movie, “Tombstone” : https://youtu.be/GGNdnlCbfMs

Saving Grace (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry anon for posting slightly late, I’m also sorry that it’s quite short😅 But I tried to squeeze as much fluff as I could, or well at least I hope haha. Anyways, enjoy!!

Request: I broke my leg yesterday :(( Now I’m really really bored at the Hospital :/ God bless my stupidness.. would you maybe write me something with fluffy Bucky where he Wakes up naked next to you after your first night together and he watches you sleep a bit before he starts stroking your hair, kissing you and stuff ? Just doing cute things to Show you that he wants you to be with him forever. Later then you spend the whole day in bed cuddling and not letting go of each other ? :) Thank you honey bun

Bucky woke up as he felt someone snuggling closer into him. Looking down, he couldn’t help allow a smile to slip on his face as he saw you sleeping peacefully beside him.

He felt his heart swell at the sight as ever since HYDRA and all that, he’s never been able to find this much peace and he’s never been able to find this much love as well. Bucky thought that he’ll never really live a normal life anymore until he met you. His saving grace.

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me looking at studyblrs: wow an inspiration, i’m going to go study too and make cute notes and ace my exam!!

me actually studying: my notes are ugly and this makes no sense i’m gonna take a nap


Part I: reason | Part II: alone | Part III: happy misfortune | Part IV: dreamy | Part V: possibilities

December 28th

The pub was crowded and warm inside, they had been walking around the past hour just so Remus can show Sirius around a little but the night time was extremely cold and it was about time they went in. As they settled on a table for two they found in the far end of the pub, Remus called a waitress to order their first round. When the girl looked up at the both of them, she lost her words for a moment, Sirius Black had that effect on people.

“Uh, what can I get you?” said the girl almost as if she was choking. She was as pretty as they come but Sirius was just something else. 

“We’ll have two pints of Fosters please,” replied Remus causing the girl to finally look away from Sirius who was busy checking his phone. He put his phone on the table as he smiled to Remus.

“I was just talking to Reggie, sorry,” he apologised as he took off his black coat that looked like it cost more than Remus’ whole wardrobe. “Tonight, we get to know each other if you are going to force your friendship on me as you promised.”

“Exactly what I had in mind,” confirmed Remus. “So why is your brother in Italy during holidays, I’m sure they have holidays, too.”

“You can see the appeal of entering the New Year in Milan,” smiled Sirius but his smile didn’t reach his grey eyes. “After last year, he distance himself from our family, too. They had problems with Reggie studying art, he saw the opportunity and got away as fast as he could.”

“Well, good for him,” he said just when the enamored waitress dropped their beers. “I told you yesterday, too, but I really do hope we aren’t boring you.”

“Remus, your family is the loveliest people I have had the fortune to meet,” he began as he ran his hand through his damp hair. “Please stop pestering yourself, I am an adult and I can leave when I want to but I don’t want to.”

“I’m glad you think like that,” confessed Remus. “I don’t what I was thinking when I literally forced you to come with me.”

“Living in the moment?” laughed Sirius, his laughter filled the emptiness in Remus’ lungs and he felt like he needed it to survive. “Well, this is way better than sitting at home drinking by yourself, I’ll give you that.”

“So I have a question but–”

“Ask it. Come on Remus. All cards on the table tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” mumbled Remus and he took a deep breath. “How do you afford the house you are living in? I can’t afford a 1+1 in London without selling my soul.”

“Actually I make decent money at where I work,” began Sirius. “But my uncle passed away a few months ago and he left me a considerable amount in his will. I remember the look on my father’s face, it was a sight to see.” 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” said Remus as he drank the rest of his beer. “You know what this calls for? Shots.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk Remus?” he flirted with a smile and Remus felt the air leave his body for good.

This should be illegal.

“Maybe,” shot back Remus bravely and saw the infamous brow of his shot up. 

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens,” he whispered to himself as Remus ordered a few shots of vodka, just to have back ups. 

When they downed the first one, Remus remembered how long it had been since he had gotten properly drunk. The vodka left a trail of fire in his throat and he tried to shake it off coolly as he could but when he stared at Sirius’ shrivelled face he lost every ounce of self composure he had and started laughing uncontrollably.

“I don’t do vodka,” laughed Sirius as he tried to look normal again. “No, correction: I don’t do shots.

“But you were… so… cute,” said Remus as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m sorry but that was the most helpless face I have ever seen.”

“Are you enjoying my misery?” he teased as he licked his lips for the remainder of vodka. “Now my turn, why university and teaching?”

“Because I’m a learner and I’m really good at teaching actually,” he explained. “Also I want to get a doctorate degree. I like to think that the researches I’m a part of will help people with diseases eventually.”

“What is your area?”

“Genetics,” he replied, his head held high. Remus always had enjoyed delving into the depths of life. “It’s where our future lies actually but I’m going to bore you with why genetics is important for our survival some other day.”

“I love how passionate you are about this,” said Sirius with a smile as he pulled the second shot in front of him. “I wasn’t very passionate about being an attorney until recently.”

“Why not?”

“Because it was what my family wanted for me,” he admitted as he raised his glass. “If it was up to me, I would have strayed as far away from law as I can. At least Reggie got away.”

The familiar burn made itself less recognisable this time and Sirius’ face was a little better, there were still two more shots on the table.

“What do you say we pick up the pace a little?” added Sirius as he pushed the shot glass towards Remus with such charisma that Remus forgot how to speak so he just smiled and nodded.

Another down and it felt good, Remus felt a bit more relaxed as he called the sweet waitress girl for four more shots, if they were going down, they were going down properly. When the girl came back, she had six shots on her tray.

“One from me and one from our bartender,” she said as she put the shots down. They both looked at the bar and saw an tattoed goddess waving their way, what was it with this pub and all the pretty girls that worked there?

“Thank you,” said Sirius with a grin as she helped the girl unload the glasses.

“Okay now that we are both a little bit tipsy,” began Sirius, his eyes locked on Remus’. “How’s love treating you Remus?” 

Er, well, not good I guess,” he babbled. “It’s hard to focus on dating when I have so much work to do.”

“Love does not require effort,” countered Sirius as he once again pushed a shot glass in front of Remus.

“It looks like you are trying to get me drunk,” complained Remus as he tipped the glass and swallowed the vodka for the fourth time. Sirius put his glass down and looked at him mischievously. 

“You’ll never know, Lupin.”

“So what’s your family like?” asked Remus, it was a very intrusive question but he started not to care anymore.

“Annoying as fuck,” stated Sirius. 

Yes please, more cursing.

“Loads of annoying traditions, stupid rules to follow and not being anything you want to be. If you don’t fit in their description of what’s right, you are absolutely wrong.”

“Family dinners must be peachy,” joked Remus to lift his spirits, no one should live in a house like that. “Another?”

“Sure, why the hell not.”

Fifth one was down and now Sirius shined a bit too bright, but it was a wonderful sight to witness.

“Is it just me or is this place getting hotter by the minute?” he asked and put his hair in a bun in matter of seconds, exposing his cheekbones to stand out with all their magnificence. The way his face was built could be studied as art and no one would object it.

Dear Black Family, I don’t like you but I like your genes. Thank you.

“So, what about your love life Sirius?” asked Remus. 

Vodka should be called liquid courage.

“I haven’t found anyone to get hang up on,” replied Sirius nonchalantly. “I mean, I have dated a few people the last year but none of them affected me the way I wanted them too and you can deal with casual sex for so long.”

Remus almost choked on his own spit, he tried to brush it off with a small cough but it wasn’t working.

“Oh, sorry. I’m a bit too comfortable with those subjects,” apologised Sirius as he laughed. 

“Are you one of those people who believe in soulmates?”

“No, not necessarily,” he said with a soft smile and spark to his eyes, he was kind of slurring his words but it was very lovely. “I just believe that someday someone will come into my life and it will be so easy and natural, that I won’t even notice.”

“That sounds–” began Remus but a small hiccup interrupted him. “That sounds beautiful.”

“The last shot?”

“Yes, please,” answered Remus and he raised his glass one more time. “Here’s to us finding what we are looking for in the New Year.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“You know it’s so funny,” he began. “I never thought I would spend my Christmas with a total stranger let alone bring him home and then go to a bar and get drunk with him.”

“I told you before there was a reason we met,” said Sirius, now he was slurring his words for sure. “A reason with million possibilities.” 

Maybe they hadn’t drink too much but they had drunk too fast and somehow it felt right. The small head spin and the halo around Sirius was all worth spending a night with him, alone. The way he talked about love, like he was a hopeless romantic which he wasn’t, the way his eyes shined from the alcohol in his blood and the way he smiled at him right this second. Remus wished his dream was reality so much but that, that was also a possibility that came with the reason.

“Yeah, possibilities,” said Remus absent-mindedly. “Should we ask for the check and walk home?”

Sirius nodded and Remus raised his hand to get the attention of the waitress. When the check came both of them reached for their wallets but Sirius was convinced he wasn’t going to let Remus pay.

“Stop it,” he half shouted as he stretched his hand to hold Remus’ from reaching into his pocket and Remus felt his skin burn, it was the best feeling ever, even better than being drunk. “You are letting me stay at your place at least let Uncle Alphard buy us our drinks.”

“I can’t believe you used dead relative card,” said Remus angrily, he didn’t like when people bought him things.

“Stop being a killjoy and say thank you, I thought Hope raised you better.”

“Thank you,” snickered Remus, not being able to continue being angry. As they went into the winter air he felt happy that there was alcohol in his blood, because it wasn’t as cold as he thought it would be.

“Excuse me while I hold onto you like a lost puppy because I will most definitely fall on ice,” said Sirius just before he put his arm in Remus’.

“And you think drunk me is a good place to hold on?” he teased. “I’m very much suspicious of your decision making.”

“Shut up and walk,” ordered Sirius. Remus abruptly stopped and turned his gaze around to give him a look that probably was very effective that Sirius almost instantly shrunk in size. “Sorry, but you should do that look more often.”


“It’s hot as fuck. Excuse my language.”

Did he just?

“Are you serious?” asked Remus, just to be sure. Sirius raised his eyebrow as he does and smiled like a child and then it dawned on Remus.

“Why yes, I am Sirius.” he laughed.

“I just realised I won’t ever be able to use that word ever again.”

They walked silently as snow fell like cotton, it was peaceful and they were drunk. They entered the house as silently as they can and made their way to Remus’ room.

“Do you feel like sleeping at all?” demanded Sirius as he took his shirt off to reveal what dreams are made of.

Not anymore.

“Dunno,” replied Remus, he had taken his sweater off, too, he couldn’t be bothered with being embarrassed at the moment and he turned around to face Sirius, he was looking at him like he just saw a ghost.

“What’s– what’s that?”

Remus always forgot his scar, he had gotten so used to it that it didn’t even occur to him he would never want Sirius to see it.

“Oh, I had a massive heart surgery when I was younger,” he revealed as he stared at his own chest, Sirius had gotten closer to get a closer look. The more he got closer, the harder it was to breathe. Sirius raised his hand as if he wanted to touch it, Remus understood his curiosity since Sirius didn’t seem to have even a scratch on his skin.

“Can I?”

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

Remus closed his eyes at the touch without intending to, his hands were cold but very careful as if he was afraid he would open the wound again. He didn’t know what made him trust Sirius enough to let his hands roam on his scar but it was a different feeling and he was praying that Sirius wasn’t feeling his heartbeats through his skin, each beat was another possibility.

“I’m glad you are alright now,” he whispered as he pulled his hand away. “We should probably sleep.”

“Yeah, we shouid,” repeated Remus as he went to turn the light off, it was going to take days for Remus to live that down.

“Night, Remus,” mumbled Sirius sleepily.

“Night, Sirius.”

As soon as Remus closed his eyes, all the possibilities flooded his mind like a tsunami and he just focused on one.

Cat and Kara Head Canons

- Kara develops an extra sense for Cat and eventually Carter

- Cat loves when Kara takes control but she likes showing Supergirl who’s in charge

- Cat is actually a dog person. She wanted one growing up because of their unfailing loyalty

- Cat is a giant nerd

- Once, in retaliation to Cat intentionally messing up her name -AGAIN- Kara changed her ringtone in Cat’s phone to I Believe In A Thing Called Love and called her in a meeting to make it go off. It then became an epic battle

- Kara loves the diversity of music on Earth. With her spending more and more time at the Grant residence there’s always some noise, usually music, in the background. Carter loves it and if they’re together she’s always dancing with him and it’s Kara who takes him to his first concert even though it really hurts her ears.

- Cat likes to be held by Kara at night but likes to hold Kara if they’re just on the couch

- Cat has a competition with herself about getting Kara to curse. In and out of bed.

- Most of the time Kara doesn’t even realize she’s humming. It was something she started to try and help control the surrounding noise and now it’s just habit. Cat finds it soothing.

- When Carter has a bad day the first thing he likes to do is get a hug from Kara and then lay on the couch with Cat running her fingers through his hair.

- Cat loves and hates how gentle Kara can be. She hates it because it makes her feel like it’s all a dream.

- Cat, Kara, and Carter all have tempers and are all competitive. It makes game night very interesting

- Kara loves sports. Any and all but she follows football the most because its closest to a game she remembers from Krypton

- Cat has a tattoo from a badly planned, drunken vacation with Lois Lane (and Lois has one too)

- Cat loves having the windows open. Growing up for her was stifling and it makes her feel free

- Cat and Kara both have Ally McBeal worthy internal monologues