#i mean out of context that was NOT a scene you could correctly decipher

[blooisasleep]

SO I ASKED SOMEONE WHO HASNT SEEN A SINGLE EPISODE OF MOB PSYCHO 100

TO CAPTION THIS

AND THIS IS WHAT I GOT I AM SOBBING ASDHHFHFH

[jjkfire]

i miss writing so much! read through some of my yet to be finished updates and i just want to have the time to finish them ): anyway tldr is life has been crazy but uhh happy early lunar new year! here’s a short preview of navy... a rather big scene which i think is funny in its own way lol. there’s no context because it’s a snippet but imagine this fight actually playing out... as in have you ever fought with someone and when it’s all over you’re like that was stupidly hilarious! yes, that’s the mood for this one aha. also will probs delete this later because i am posting on impulse lmao

“Huh, so that’s why they went unanswered?” Jungkook asks, but he isn’t exactly expecting a reply because the whole situation was just insanely ridiculous to him. There’s a beat of silence, maybe two and then he just bursts out into sudden laughter. Nobody says anything as he guffaws to himself with his eyes shut because for some reason, his laughter is terrifying. It’s loud, almost forced and quite honestly, you’re scared.

“This is just too funny,” He shakes his head before he cards his fingers through his hair in frustration. “So, all this time my letters were— a-and all these years— I mean all of this is just too funny.”

He’s not completing his sentences and you don’t understand why. He says it’s funny but he’s quite obviously angry. No, not just angry but furious. You’ve never seen him like this in all the years you’ve known him.

“What… what letters?” You manage to ask, and at that Jungkook just laughs through his nose, once again shaking his head.

The room is silent and it feels like you’re the only one who isn’t in on the joke. Though, the joke seems to be a very terrible one considering everyone has some sort of uncomfortable look on their face.

“I sent you letters when I moved to Seoul. If I remember correctly, five of them—”

“Six, actually,” Your mother mumbles but Jungkook’s piercing gaze tells her she shouldn’t speak anymore.

“I sent you six letters,” He emphasizes the number. “You didn’t send me any emails so I sent you letters hoping you would—"

“What are you talking about? I sent you emails! You didn’t reply to any of them.”

“Come on, Y/N. You never sent me anything.” He says it rather nonchalantly, but it sounds like an accusation to you. Oh, now you were furious too.

“I did! I sent it to kookster and you never replied!” You grumble, the anger you’ve been holding in all these years spilling out. “k-o-o-k-s-t-e-r was your email and I sent you dozens of them and you never replied!” You shout, hands balled into fists as you spelled out his childhood email account.

“That isn’t my email and you know it!” He shouts in return. “You sent that song to my email so don’t even try to weasel your way out of this one.”

“Yeah, I sent that song to the kookster email so what are you—”

“There’s a z! kooksterz, with a z!” He interrupts, now his hands busy with his phone as he furiously scrolls through his email. “Y/N, you know this. Look, if you want to lie at least try to be convincing, won’t you?” He asks, while he slams his phone on the table, his finger shaking with anger as he points to the email address on the top.

You hear a muffled laugh from one of the ladies and although you were angry, you almost felt like laughing too. This whole situation seemed ridiculous.

“This isn’t… I mean I— I swear,” You squint at the email with eyebrows pinched together in confusion. It’s the one you sent with the busanbeats account you had made on a whim. It was addressed to kooksterz, that is with a z as Jungkook has reiterated and you didn’t understand how because— oh wait. You bolt upright the moment it hits you. It was all coming back to you, the shattered pieces of your drunken memory.

That night you had downed multiple bottles of soju and when you finished up the song you deliberated if there was a z in Jungkook’s email. At the time, you couldn’t quite remember what his email was but it just seemed very likely that Jungkook would’ve added the z given that it had been in trend to do that when the two of you were kids, and so that’s what you went with.

Why then were you so adamant back when you were a teen that his email was— oh, you remember now.

“Y-your mother. I asked her back then if I had your email right. She said it was right. K-o-o-k-s-t-e-r, no z…”

“Wait—” His mother panics, hands flailing in the air. “Don’t drag me into this I… I wouldn’t have lied! I had no reason to! I just reiterated to you what he told me on the phone. I must have it written down somewhere in our old phone book.”

“But Jungkook I—”

The chair screeches when Jungkook rises to his feet. The arguing ceases as he pockets his phone and smooths down the front of his shirt.

“This is just— I mean, this is hilarious!” He exclaims, shaking his head. It was all he seemed to be able to do in response to all that he had heard. “I need to take a walk,” He finally says after he takes a final look around the room.

Just like that, he was gone and you were left sitting there, dumbfounded. It was just so much to take in and all you could do was laugh to yourself. Your mother, Jungkook’s mother and all the ladies were talking over each other, trying to explain it all to you but, you couldn’t seem to process any of it.

“I’m uhh, I’m going to go check on Jungkook,” You say suddenly before you got out of your seat, in a quieter manner compared to Jungkook and with a few steps, you were out the front door.

//

and before you think it’s like cliche just you wait lol. this next part, it ends before it gets there but if you’re asian... do you know typical aunty behaviour? that’s what happened. like all the aunties will gather and they will all share one braincell.

//

The first time your mother saw the letter in the mailbox, she thought it had come from her rather eccentric cousin from Seoul. When you were young, you were the only one who would listen to his weird stories. Uncle Fancy, was the nickname you had decided on and he loved it. It was some sort of bond the two of you had and who was your mother to stop that. Every once in a while, he would send lengthy letters from Seoul with a few pictures attached. They were never regular photos, they were rather avant-garde. Some of them bordered on nudity, other times drug use was involved. He wanted to tell real stories through pictures he had said. Your mother obviously wasn’t pleased with this. He also had godawful handwriting. She was not quite sure how the mailman could ever decipher the address he wrote on the front. So, when she saw that rather thick envelope in the mail addressed to you with rather terrible handwriting on the front, she just called out saying “Uncle Fancy sent you a letter.” You grimaced upon hearing that. The last letter he sent quite honestly scared you a little. The pictures were weird, the stories he wrote even weirder. You weren’t quite sure you wanted to subject yourself to that again. “Umm, you can throw it out…” You mumble. “If he asks, just tell him we never got it… please?” Your mother agrees to that, simply placing it in the drawer for the time being before she threw it out.

But, then came another, and a week later, another. It was weird. He never usually sent so many. He said his photography was a work of art, that it took time. It was so odd that he was sending letters so frequently. When the fifth one came in, curiosity got the better of her and she finds herself opening up the letter.

Dear Y/N,

It’s Jungkook! Maybe my other letters got lost in the mail—

 Dear Y/N,

 Oh my god. Your mother panics. Pulling the drawer open with such force that it almost comes out. She opens one of the old letters.

Jungkook here! I —

Your mother gasps, quickly ripping the next letter open

Dear Y/N,

Hello! This is Jungkook

Oh god, oh god, oh god. This next letter, it can’t—

Dear Y/N,

Jungkook ag—

 She stuffs all the letters into the drawer at the sound of someone coming down the stairs. Oh my god, is all she can think.

By now, you’ve openly ranted about how much you hated the boy. You didn’t even want your mother to say his name in the house. So, when she tried to bring up the letters, you wouldn’t even let her complete the sentence. She started the sentence with Jungkook and that’s as far as she got. It seemed like you had a separate fight with him. You were shouting on the phone just the other day and she pretty much thought it was Jungkook you were talking to. Nobody else ever got to your emotions the way the boy did. Perhaps you had a crush on him or that he was your best friend and you felt abandoned, your mother couldn’t really tell. All she knew was that you really hated him now. So, she keeps those letters in the drawer, unsure what to do with them. Perhaps, she’ll bring them up again once you’ve calmed down.

[toujourspur13]

What’s so interesting about Sirius Black... apart from the obvious?

Well…I feel obliged to jump into this discussion about Sirius and his family.

I actually think that canon Sirius Black is a good example of multidimensional character with a complex personality (rare thing in hp series)…at least the way JKR wrote him implies some psychological depth (hp is mainly teen literature about friendship - the marauders friendship, the golden trio are all great examples of it - but let’s face it - this literature has a tendency to a very specific narrative - maybe that’s the reason for popular Sirius fanon - I mean…Sirius being part of the Harry’s story is seen through the lens of Harry’s problems). The thing is that usually Sirius is greatly simplified when, in fact, he’s one of the most interesting and complex character in the whole series.

OOTP is the longest hp book - it contains huge amount of text about Sirius’s family incl. RAB who’s indeed very important to the story; and it also contains excessive amount of Walburga Black content. Why excessive? Well because she is not even important to the plot…I mean, at all. Harry (and the whole 7-books journey is Harry’s POV) doesn’t even care about her. But she is important. To Sirius. To the extent that he can barely shut up about her.

And as Sirius’s important to Harry we got all those extra pages about The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

When he’s showing Harry the family tree, he keeps going back to her - she did this and she did that, she removed him, she removed Andromeda, Uncle Alphard…

I saw how he managed to squeeze her in one passage in two different contexts. She’s clearly weighing heavily on his mind. Grunted, he is very angry about everything she did - but can you really disagree that he is super fixated on her.  Frankly speaking, you could’ve expected that he’d be talking so much about James (in Flitwick’s words ‘You’d have thought Black and Potter were brothers’) - but in fact he doesn’t talk a lot about James - it’s his family he seems unable to shut up about. Cross out all his rant and the book becomes significantly shorter. Sirius shows Harry all of his relatives because he wants to.

Remember Araminta Meliflua…his mother’s second cousin?! Is it of any interest to Harry - I doubt it. Harry’s more interested in the Malfoys at the tapestry - but then again Sirius pays little attention to them - and only answers the direct questions. The only one about who he truly doesn’t want to talk in that scene is Bellatrix.

Btw if I remember correctly, he’s even distantly related to the Potters…but for some reason he chose to ignore this. So let’s just say that his thoughts in that scene are clearly one-sided and family-centered.

Even in POA Sirius is mirrored to his mother (we can only understand this after reading the 5th book though) - Sirius slashes the Fat Lady portrait when she refuses him the entry to the Gryffindor Tower - Walburga burns holes in the family tree. Angry management is what they both clearly need. They are so extremely alike that I am almost sure it’s all deliberate and JKR used her as a way to show deeper levels of Sirius’s personality (and not the abusive nature of his childhood).  Loud, high-strung, passionate and very emotional.

Sirius says that he ‘hated the whole lot of them’ and that’s why he ran away and instead of saying something like ‘I got so fed up with my parents lecturing me how I should avoid mudbloods at all the cost/ hate them/ whatever fits the profile of pure-blood maniac’ he says in the next sentence that he was constantly reminded that Regulus was a better son. This is a very jealous remark. It’s pretty obvious that what he wanted is unconditional love - ‘either you take me with all my extreme political views or I’m gone’. The things Sirius says are often contradictory and half-truths and sometimes he just chooses to withdraw certain information at all.

I sometimes come across the strange ideas that JKR tried to parallel Harry’s life with the Dursleys to Sirius’s childhood - I mean, do we really need to go there? You’d be better off trying to parallel him to Big D rather than to Harry. It’s fairly obvious that the odd ideas about Sirius’s abusive childhood are used for the sole purpose of helping him to bond with Remus (in terms of being subjected to physical pain) where he wouldn’t be able to relate to James (you know what popular phenomenon I mean).

Another popular idea - that the 1st year fiasco with Sirius’s Sorting was a big deal. I admit we have very little info about this BUT the fact that he put Gryffindor banners and pictures of  bikini-clad Muggle girls into his room makes me think that the parents were clearly disturbed and disappointed but not to the extent that it became something crucial in their relationship. Clearly Sirius used that as a means to annoy them. To tell you the truth, I find this attempt to go against fanatical blood purists quite feeble and certainly below Sirius Black’s level - it feels more like «hey, mum, look I stick posters of barely-clothed girls on the wall in my room - let’s see what you can do about this».

Btw the interesting thing is that it somehow feels that Sirius’s relationship with his mother (unlike the ones with his father or brother) was the relationship of equals which is odd because she was older and his mother. The explanation for this can be that they were very much alike and she in fact allowed it…maybe (well here I agree that it’s vague and can be just because it’s only the portrait and not the real person but still there is something about this).  And they have this you-hurt-me-now-I’ll-hurt-you-back attitude that implies equality and a certain degree of exclusivity. They both very clearly are not careful with words and actions.

And thus we’ve come to the very touchy subject - her psychotic portrait - her little ‘welcome home’ present. I grant her that - very impressive and colorful vocabulary.

She definitely wanted to be sure that in case Sirius had come home he would never have a moment free from her. Very dramatic.

“Yoooou!” she howled, her eyes popping at the sight of the man.

“Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!”

“I said — shut — UP!” roared the man, and with a stupendous effort he and Lupin managed to force the curtains closed again.

They match each other really well. (All the drama aside, if we consider this matter seriously - it’s just a portrait of hers and she was insane and alone for years after she lost everyone. But yeah - pretty nasty thing to do - I agree).

Frankly speaking, her personality isn’t really that significant in this case - it’s more important how Sirius feels about her, the way he can’t let her go. He’s relatively okay in the 4th book while on the run in the cave eating rats and arguing about Crouch, Bertha Jorkins, Karkaroff, Snape etc. But his severe depression in the OOTP clearly has everything to do that he’s locked up in ‘the house of a dying person’ (the very last one from their family) - like in the case of his mother’s true personality we’ll never know for sure what’s that about - Sirius’s real feelings are impossible to decipher - he says one thing - does another - feels maybe something completely different - for all I know, it could be about plenty of things one of which is that seeing her awful portrait, sitting in the rooms where they used to be together is a constant reminder that his family is gone and no matter what he feels and wants, he can’t fix anything about that - it’s all lost for good.

Of course, Sirius wouldn’t like to be there - a man of action trapped in his own past without any hope to ever overcome his unresolved issues with his family. The way he’s fixated on his mother is so intense that it’s almost unhealthy but I guess it’s just the visible (most explicit) tip of the iceberg.

Sirius with his hidden and repressed feelings is a great and very interesting character - he’s so much bigger than just James Potter’s best mate with a cool leather jacket. His relationships with his family is what makes him such a deep character (and not those ideas about how fluffy little angle was magically born in the family of twisted and deranged warlocks - well, it’s a little bit naive). After all it’s an internal conflict that sells the character.

Upd 2020

I think it is worth mentioning that since we’re discussing fictional world and fictional characters it only makes sence what the author implied and what the author did not. Yes, there is no absolute truth because it is all not real but the way character is written usually allows us to make certain assumtions about his or her inner world and motivation. So called ‘canonical evidence’ only matter in terms of what the author wanted to show us. I’ve never had any problems with fanon and headcanon - the only thing that bothers me is saying some things were in the main text when it is explicitly implied that there was nothing of that sort.

[piscesbarnes]

Lil Bit Floozy → Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: reader is of age to drink(?) drunk reader. fluff. soft!bucky

prompt: bucky’s more prone to be responsive to you when you’re a soft, drunken mess

“(Y/N),” Natasha said with a warning tone as you pulled her along your side. You were cheery and encouraging as you dragged her to the bar with you.

“Come on, it’s our first night back from our mission,” you whined, already tipsy yourself. Nat had been sent on your behalf, to check in on you per Steve, who noticed how comfortable you were getting with the female bartender. “Bella, this is Nat.” you gushed. Bella was a latina-looking woman. Black hair to match her outfit. She was a little bit taller than you were, but your heels helped you put up a good fight.

“Nat! Heard so much about you,” Bella grinned at her before flickering her eyes to you. “You were right, she is gorgeous.” Natasha’s eyes met your big ones, almost scoffing at your poor attempts to stick around. It worked though.

Bella and Natasha hit it off quickly. The flirting was more than obvious, plus they were both babysitting you. Hitting two birds with one stone. Not to mention the free drinks Bella would discreetly slide over to you. Tequila, Bella’s recommendation.

They listened to you mumble to yourself as you took shots, occasionally responding. It was amazing how they could be engulfed in two different conversations. You even had trouble trying to decipher the codes they were speaking.

It wasn’t until a Rihanna song had blasted through the club that you moved from your seat. You squealed in delight, something you’d never do regularly, but it was so hard to contain your excitement with the intoxication drawing over you heavily.

“Nat!” you tugged on her arm, pouting your lips like a child. Nat looked at Bella. Bella shrugged, nodding her head, shouting something to the other bartender before tugging off her apron and hopping over the counter. Natasha made a sly comment to the dark-haired girl she’d clicked so well with.

Nat and Bella did their thing. They tried keeping up with you, but with the change of energy, your heartbeat matched everyone else’s. To the beat of the song. So you were jumping all around, losing them within seconds of entering the club. Despite it being hard to breathe in the musty room full of hot, sweaty dancers, you found yourself getting along quite well with those surrounding you. Also, unlike you.

From the corner of the room, you could see Bucky sitting at a table by himself. He sipped on a dark drink, a coke probably. Bucky was your friend. And he wasn’t having fun, it didn’t look like it at least. At this, you frowned. If he wouldn’t come to you and have fun, you’d bring it to him. You stumbled over to him, a giggle leaving your lips. Bucky stared at you with wide eyes, not used to this...softer side of you.

“Buck!” you beamed brightly, throwing your arms around him. Hm... the music was softer than it was out there. He tensed up at the touch. But because it was you, a very intoxicated you, he decided he could allow it. You had no idea what got into you. One look at Bucky and your heart swelled. “Hewwo!” you coo’d. You couldn’t be any more adorable.

“Hi doll.” Bucky returned the smile, hesitantly lifting his hands to grip your waist. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” you nodded your head, batting your lashes at him. “Jus’ a lil floozy. Jus’ a bit though,” you cut yourself off with a little giggle. You sounded so stupid, but you were so cute, he just wanted to squish you. “Saw you, you weren’t having fun, so I just- you- w-wanted you to have fun.” you stumbled over your words just as bad as you did your feet. He continued to stare at you in awe; how could someone be so cute?

“It’s okay, this isn’t really my scene,” he tried to dismiss. You were adorable. You stopped your fun to come and make sure he was feeling okay. Even though he wanted you to be content, he didn’t feel like dancing. Not like this anyway. “It’ll be hard for me to have fun in a place like this.”

“Not even if you talk to me?” you murmured with a small frown smearing across your lips. His eyes flickered there, causing him to lick his own.

“I would prefer you here with me.” and it wasn’t at all a lie. Bucky liked your company. He was quite curious to see how you were while you were drunk, he’d be willing to hold your hair back if you vomited. Bucky was also very cautious with you. He’d rather you in his sights than trying to dance up on strangers. He was sure everyone in the building wasn’t just hyped up on alcohol.

“R-really?” you coo’d, feeling yourself becoming smaller in his arms. You wanted to squeal and giggle while rolling around in your bed, kicking your feet. But you couldn’t. It wasn’t appropriate for the setting. Even under the dark lights, he could sense the blush that blessed your cheeks.

“Of course babydoll. Wouldn’t have anyone else.” he told you. You don’t know how or why, but you climbed into his lap, feeling super comfortable with him. Bucky certainly wasn’t expecting it, but he wasn’t gonna complain.

“Not even Steve?” you slightly teased. Bucky chuckled, shaking his head.

“Not even Steve. That man is so far up Tony’s ass, I don’t wanna hear another word from the lovesick fool.” Bucky commented. You giggled at the swear word and it’s context. His hand came up to the middle of your back, holding you up in his lap.

“Steve’s just really in love with the guy, okay? Don’t be mad at him, you know he’s always been a sap.” you tried to defend the blondie. But Bucky was right. Steve never shut up and his man and it was getting to everyone.

“You know me (Y/N), a sap I can handle. Steve’s on another level.” this was also true. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, asking you for novels day after day, so you knew he could handle a regular sap. But Steve was in love.

“Steve’s in love,” was now your only argument. But you had Bucky trumped.

“I guess you’re right.” Bucky sighed in defeat. He looked over to see Steve holding the Stark’s hand, gazing at him with so much adoration. He did a small, half smile, feeling happy for his best friend. Bucky glanced at you, to find you staring at him with the same adoring eyes that Steve wore. “Is there something on my face?”

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head. “You’re just... pwetty.” you gleamed up at him, a shy smile spreading across your face. He smiled at this. He was sure you’d made him smile more in these twenty minutes than he had in a whole week. Bucky kind of hoped this was something he could get used to.

“I’m pretty?” Bucky questioned, giving into you as hi leaned his face in to pinch your cheek like you were a kid. Of course, in your intoxicated state, it made you feel so warm inside. “But you’re a pretty baby, aren’t you?”

It was like Bucky knew what he was doing to you. Babying you while he already made you feel so... tiny. You liked it a lot. This affectionate side of Bucky that no one really saw. You got a free pass because you’re drunk, but you were hoping you wouldn’t forget.

The blue-eyed man let you curl up into his chest, stuffing your face against his pectoral muscles to hide the blush. Bucky couldnt stop himself from stroking your hair, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned into his chest.

“Doll?” he softly mumbled against the shell of your ear. Bucky wasn’t even sure if you’d heard him over the music.

“Uh huh?” you hummed against him, nuzzling your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent. His Versace cologne mixed with his sandalwood candles.

“You want me to take you home? Get you in more comfy clothes so you can sleep?” his voice was overwhelmingly soft. It made you melt nonetheless.

“Mm, only I can be the big spoon.” you answered sheepishly. Bucky hadn’t the intentions of cuddling with you. He didn’t want it to seem like he was taking advantage of you. “Wanna hold you. Big, soft puppy.”

“Baby, I shouldn’t.” he stroked your back, lulling you farther into sleep. You pulled back, a pout forming on your lips. Fuck, how could he say no to that? “I just don’t want you to wake up and kill me.”

“Why would I do that?” you whined. If you could stomp your feet, you would. “S’only cuddles.” when he didn’t seem swayed, your pout only got worse. “Fine! I’ll trade cuddles in forrrrr....” you trailed off.

“For what?” Bucky asked with a tilt of his head.

“Your shirt to sleep with and-...and a kiss!” you chirped. Jesus, how come you never made these advances at him when you were sober? He knew you’d never give up, even if you were drunk.

“How about, I give you my shirt and cuddles. Then in the morning, if you’re still feeling it, I’ll give you that kiss?” you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, halfway listening to the music. But you were sure you’d be getting what you wanted.

“Hm,” you pretended to think about it, a knowing grin on your lips. “Deal!”

The next morning, you woke up in your bed with a headache. You felt more groggily as ever, turning over to curl up into a ball, only to be met with Bucky’s sleeping state. You blinked a few times in disbelief. You peeked under the sheets and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. He was clothed in his pajamas. You were in the shirt he wore to the club, meaning it still smelt strongly of him and his cologne.

Bucky was on his back, his hair splayed out from underneath him all over your pillow. His mouth was slightly ajar, the sound of his breathing only escaping his mouth. Looking over, you realized you’d gotten wasted at the club. Shit.

After a bunch of cute little babbling and purrs from you, he managed to get you to fall asleep. He could have retreated to his room, you were too far gone in your slumber anyway. And there was a bigger chance of you not remembering your fun night. But a part of him wanted to make sure you were okay. He would have to explain himself in the morning, but he figured that you wouldn’t be angry with him. He did set out an aspirin and a bottled water for you, which you happily downed, eyes steadily trained on the big man in your bed.

You rummaged your memory of last night. The last thing you could recollect was introducing Nat to Bella. Everything else was a blur. You flipped to lie on your side, chin in your palm with your elbow propped on your pillow as you admired Bucky. You wondered if he was even real. Was this real?

You extended your arm out, your hand running over his chest. Bucky didn’t react, maybe his breathing, but that was it. You chewed on your bottom lip in wonder. What had you done to get him in your bed?

“Y’know,” Bucky grunted as he stretched in your bed, eyes still shut. Your eyes widened even more. “You keep lookin’ at me like that doll and I might just have to kiss you.”

“W-what?” you were bewildered. Bucky turned to his side, facing you as his eyes opened. “Bucky, I don’t- I, uh-“

“You’re wondering why I’m here,” he stated in his gruff morning voice. Bucky had you like putty in his hands and he hadn’t even had a full-on conversation with you yet. “Well, you were a little bit floozy last night, those were your words by the way. You came to me and talked to me a little bit. I wanted to take you home so I could put you to bed,” he paused, smacking his lips, still waking up. “You said you’d only come home if we cuddled. Initially, I said no. But we bargained for my shirt and cuddles.”

“Oh.” you blinked. Seemed fair enough. It sounded like you to be affectionate as you were.

“That’s not all though.” Bucky grinned as the sun began to peek before behind the curtain. “When I said no, you said you’d take my shirt and a kiss instead. But I told you, I’d give you the latter and if you were still up for it in the morning, I’d give you a kiss.” you tried to stop it, you really did, but you couldn’t. Your jaw dropped slightly, but you regained your composure quickly.

It looked like you both were out of character this morning. Bucky was oozing with confidence, while you couldn’t even keep up your emotionless exterior. You were so ready to jump his bones last night and here you were, a shy, messy puddle in front of him and it amused him. He was like a kid and wanted to mess around in the puddle, play with it a little. This was your chance.

“Okay, then kiss me.” you demanded quietly. Your words confirmed his suspicions. You wanted him, drunken words really were just an unspoken truth.

His hand reached out and brushed along the side of your neck, pushing away your hair. Bucky’s hand grapsed the side of your neck, pulling you toward him harshly until you were snuggly fit against him. You were on his chest at this point, giving him the best morning view he could’ve ever asked for. Bucky watched you for a little bit, desire and infatuation sprouting across his oceanic eyes. He couldn’t help but brush his thumb across your chin. His finger came into slight contact with your bottom lip, a soft gasp leaving you. Bucky noticed, of course he did. He couldn’t help but let his thumb wander to brush across your lips, your tongue instinctively licking your lips at the same moment. You caught him off guard, but he liked it. It wasn’t long before he had you under him, your cheek cupped in his large hand as he kissed you hard. Bucky nipped at your lips a few times before pulling away, leaving you breathless.

“I think...” you panted, brushing the palm of your hand across his jaw to which he cuddled his face even deeper in your hand. “I’m a little floozy again.”