#goes to check him out (aka they keep ‘casually’ bumping into each other)

[wo-wann-was-wer]

WHAT I WAS THINKING: DARK SEASON 3 EDITION

EPISODE 1:

Who are these dudes with the harelip and what do they want

Why did she just take him to a cave and leave that’s kinda rude

So everything in this universe is just gonna be backwards. Love it

Ugh I’ve said this a million times but this show has such Fringe energy and I can’t wait to get a tattoo for this too

This is super freaking me out, i dont like that everyone’s in everyone else’s house.

Ooooh Katharina with glasses yes girl you better work.

I like Michael and this hat he’s rocking

Super into the fact that magnus and fransizka are involved in this universe too

There’s nothing cuter than sex before school. Ahhh the nostalgia

Ten bucks says that Hannah gets out of this bed and is pregnant

Fucking YEP

I am loving Martha in this Jonas journey

I know that all they did was flip the lens of the camera but my brain is breaking at this flipped Winden

Who the fuck is this random dude Martha is with

You know what he kind of looks like Jonas. I wonder if that's relevant or if I'm just grasping at straws

Bartosz looks like he's going to his first grade violin recital

I straight up just did not recognize Charlotte with makeup. She looks hot

There's got to be another person in that picture other than Ulrich because that's a lot of space to rip out for one person

okay hold up Woller looks so good and then when I saw that he was missing an arm I almost lost my fucking mind

Oh shit okay Hannah is living in Katharina's house.

Oh my God are Ulrich and Charlotte having an affair

Is it normal in Germany for kids to just walk into classes that aren't there’s and just sit down

follow up he has a clear noose mark on his neck

Aleksander looks so hot with this beard. universe B is the fucking glow up universe

It's weirding me out that the whole school is black and gray instead of light brown

The look of satisfaction on katharina's face

Wow honestly Louis just broke my heart with his facial expression when he realized his mom didn't know who he was

he looks so scared

Yes yes do it afffffffffair

Oh no you done got found out!!!

Oh the theme of the play here is red and set of gold

Fransizka looks so cute in this little outfit

Oh my God she's deaf!!!!

What the fuck. the fact that this actress can talk is blowing my mind

RIP to Regina a real queen

Peter's a fucking priest

All the fucking weird-ass freaky motherfucking trio is back

The dopplers have the same house That's cool

excuse me sir I think your child is broken

these guys are so creepy What the fuck

I definitely don't like the piano wire

oh this motherfucker is the one who gets lost

I feel like winden in this universe is just a little bit fancier

Well Charlotte and Ulrich just be fucking like crazy

Bartosz is the Jonas of this group and I love it

who was that??????

I cannot get over Aleksander in this beard

I like that things are opposite but they also have things that are different enough.

Like I'm so into the fact that they all went down into the bunker

who in the unholy fuck is that. who is that

Oh shit old Martha

What the fuck is this Tannhaus’ factory we're at

hold up Martha's in 1888

What the fuck. why is Jonas in 1888 and looking SO good

EPISODE 2:

casually sitting over your bed watching you sleep

he's look so good though

yo what the fuck everybody else is there too

Oh no things got really ugly at Mads’ wake

Not for nothing but Tronte is a dick

I kind of don't understand why Claudia would want Regina to live in such pain in this type of universe

Peter is such a good boy

lurking is the freaking national past time of this place

Oh shit we got some spin-off timeline stuff good

who is This is blind guy

I love Katharina so fucking much

I know what she's thinking and it's the same thing I'm thinking which is can I kill a child

why does this picture of Tronte make him look like Jimmy Smits

Katharina looks amazing in this jacket

Also I definitely did not just start yelling GO GET YOUR MAN KATHARINA

Regina just gets more and more badass as time goes on. Also all of the women of the tiedemann family are so fucking badass

I am so excited to watch this fucking relationship develop. they're both too cute

awwww he's using signs!

oh they're writing back and forth

DAMNIT PETER

I always feel like little Noah should do fuckboy sign offs when he leaves rooms because he's so smooth

yesterday Laurel said that this was back to the future but serious and just now Bartosz said it's not super easy to get nuclear fuel in 1888 and now I think that Laurel's right

I will never get over how good he looks JONAAAASSSSSSS

This guy feels like the OG inventor of sic mundus right

Katerina why are you even trying to check in at the front desk bitch Go and get your man

Is this Katarina's mom why does she just recognize that woman's name

everyone on the show is so talented.I spend the whole damn time being like oh my god the performances on the show and it's like yeah we know

Katerina get your man

I literally love them so much look at the look on her face She is a mama bear She is not going to let anybody take her man or her children and I love her

Not a huge fan of people who quote Shakespeare right before they kill other people or am I an enormous fan of people who use Shakespeare right before they kill other people

using a garotte to kill someone is ugly as fuck

I feel so bad for Jana

see this is one of the reasons why I'm like why would you bring Regina back to this world.

wowwwww TRONTE what's up dude

YO WHAT

Oh so how did Charlotte get back there but Elizabeth's still there too. didn't they switch places?

oh the head bump

Not excited for the mother daughter abuse stuff that's about to happen

I love these split sequences that they do at the end

anytime somebody stands and stairs for a lonely at a spot on the ground I assume to somebody died there

Oh shit that guy is a tannhausokkkk I see you

a religious images we love to see it.

This show is a whole series of pause that frame.

No I ruined something for myself!!!!

EPISODE 3

got to love those through and through Ariadne references

okay so Charlotte's great great grandfather has her watch?

who are these horrible traveler human beings

they look like less sexy Francis dolarhydes

I can't get over the fact that wollers missing an arm here I swear

we ARE the glitch BITCH

alternate universe Ulrich is a better person than standard Ulrich

what's this new like zoom-y thing they're doing

I was attracted to Magnus at this jump of the show but he looks better with dark hair

How did they not all die of fucking flu

eternally repeating deja vu

I looked at the production stills and I was like what the fuck is this hair do that Moritz has but he looks amazing

Also everyone on this show deserves an acting award

and Magnus is wearing a skeleton sweater

Hannah does that deep dive detective work any bitch knows the Nose doesn't lie

why doesn't anybody want to fuck wöller

omgggg eat the RICH

also he has that x tattoo on his hand that represents the no future thing

oh the light is rectangular and not circular ooooooh fancy

The show is also a lot of people catching each other's wrists as they walk away

I knew we couldn't trust this bitch

What did he give her

I love the parallels and characters behaviors between universe a and universe b

I want to know how Noah factored into all of this on this side

Martha has a type and her type is iconically Aryan

Oh Aleksander's back with that beard he's back

Hannah is such a snake

Omg that's her!!!!! I thought she was a trans actress.. hm. not super happy bout that :/

What is Helge talking about Ulrich did what??? omg

I would be like SIR DO WE NEED TO FIGHT STOP FOLLOWING ME

I stopped taking notes for the last half of that episode cuz I was really sucked in haha

EPISODE 4

FIRST OF ALL I'D LIKE TO GO ON RECORD THAT I DON'T CARE FOR THESE GENTLEMEN AT ALL

second of all why is this guy being like oh I took your name

why does he have Agnes's bracelet I don't like that

I don't like anything about this guy That's the end of the story

Also hold up a red hot second is Agnes dead cuz if so that's a hate crime

see what did I say

I knew that Hannah was going to get involved with Egon

from the second she walked in that office I was like that bitch has her eye on him and as she should he's handsome as fuck

Also he spoils her so much more than any other man she's ever been with AKA is Egon the only man she ever deserved

Is Hannah going to develop a heart cuz I'm not sure how I feel about that

Also what happens if Hannah gets pregnant

why is Ines a bitch I thought she was mad cool the beginning and now I feel fucking deceived

Also it's such a sweet gig that The kids who are playing kids can now play teenagers

poor Doris. Also he was shitty to her but he was far nicer than I would have been

Doris is so beautiful it's bullshit

older Magnus is so handsome

All I wanted was middle-aged Martha

bitch you have been having unprotected sex with him why do you think that pregnancy was not on the tabl

I'm like who's this guy in the church if it's not Noah I bet it's that little bitch

yeah I fucking knew it

Is this the dude that was married to Agnes I feel like this guy isn't real or something

I'm not surprised he let her go but I don't know why I'm not surprised. I feel like she's important to his timeline and I'm not sure why

look at these relationships forming between these sweet little bab

Hannah looks good in this red. Hannah looks good in all of these styles. 

who is this child

I like that already as a child Bernd had his eye on Claudia as someone who was smart and had a ton of potential

 I keep forgetting that I'm taking notes because I get so invested in episodes

Also I realize the zoomi thing which is going back and forth between the universes

Is Agnes Silja’s mom And if so with whom 

he gave her Agnes’ bracelet that dope All right Tronte

Wow Claudia needs to back off her man

Claudia force him into a relationship with her

I fucking hate Hannah but sometimes she speaks so much sense

ooh I don't need anyone Yes girl that's true You don't need anyone You needing people was what made you act fucking crazy You don't need anybody

This was always my big problem with Hannah was that I initially identified with her because she was such a survivor but then she did such horrible reprehensible things I just couldn't let it go and I absolutely couldn't identify with her anymore

Oh here's my daddy Noah looking so good

I mean okay so I have been in this position before where I was cheating and then my man cheated on me and I was like how dare you but also you cannot be mad if your partner cheats on you when you cheated too. You both fucked up

Is Hannah going to have a redemption arc cuz that's a lot

Oh my God she's not going to get rid of this child is she

Oh my great God I cannot believe that she gave Helene that necklace. 

I knew she was fucking connected to Katharina in the older generation I knew it

Louis and Lisa are a super cute couple and I know that they're not dating in real life but I think that they're very cute together

Oh everybody fucking

yeah they created the Apocalypse yeah

Oh no they have a child outside of worlds that's a mess How does that work so they had they gave birth to that ugly fuck

honestly I hate that he's their child for the most part just because he's ugly as fuck and neither of them are ugly as fuck so it makes me mad.

#episodes 1-4 #live reacts #dark season 3 #spoilers #spoilers dark season 3 #dark #dark network

[mysticalmusicwhispers]

Finland for the ask game?

:))

Send me character asks!

My otp for them: to be honest, I don’t really think about Finland a lot, but I guess it would be Sufin? It’s pretty sweet and has a lot of canon basis, so I’m cool with it.

My brotp for them: Finland and Estonia. Best buddies all the way. They know everything about each other, hang out, do chill things, go to bars and make the most ridiculous dares while drunk, you know? I guess I could also see this as a ship, but as I said, I haven’t given much thought to Finland, especially his history, so I’m not sure how dynamics would play out and whether it’s realistic for them to grow romantically close.

Any other ships: I’ve seen some NorFin for rarepair week and it seems like a cute ship!

Their best friend: Estonia, and also Norway. Also the Finno-Ugric trio sounds cool! So he’s also friends with Hungary (I think they’d be a really good match for each other actually)

My favorite nickname for them: uhhh I don’t have one... I guess Fin or Finny is a cute nickname? For his human name, I have no idea how you’d make a nickname out of Timo (or Tino, tbh) so yeah. Fin/Finny.

My favorite AU of them: I’m sure this has been done before, but a human AU where Finland works at a bakery that also sells coffee, making pastries, and encounters Sweden every day until they get a relationship going. Estonia, the cashier, keeps teasing him about it and does daily “check-ins” to see what’s new in Finland’s growing feelings for Sweden (he really doesn’t need to, because he sees everything that goes on in there, but he finds it funny). Alternatively, it’s Norway who comes in one day, sleepy and baggy eyed, ordering a very strong black coffee, and they just keep bumping into each other in random places; Nor goes to the farmer’s market for some honey and butter and finds Finland at the blueberry stand, where he’s buying fruit to make into tarts; Finland is getting wax paper at Staples and Norway is there buying paper for his printer (or stationary for Iceland); etc. I’m probably not going to do anything with either of these but they are fun to think about :)

My favorite outfit they wear: I don’t know what this question is asking so I’ll just make something up. A black beanie, tan, oversized, very cozy hoodie, fluffy slippers, and black athletic pants (idk. He just strikes me as the type to be warm and cozy and casual)

Defining color: yellow. Finland just feels like a super sunshiney person to be around; he’s mostly smiles all the time and has a cheerful demeanor, he just feels bright and happy, and that translates into yellow for me. Something like hex code #FAC941. Warm, afternoon sunshine, and the color of summer.

Would I date them: nah, I feel like he’d be a bit too cheerful and optimistic for me? Also I feel like he’d talk my ears off sometimes; conversation is good in moderation but breaks in the convo are essential I think.

First impression: I don’t know where I first saw him anymore, but I think my first thoughts were “oh, a fluffy, nice boy who sometimes gets flustered but overall is very polite and easy to get along with. Doesn’t understand Sweden’s thought process” (because of the episode where Sweden retreated from Lithuania and Poland’s army and then Finland was getting stressed in a bar or something)

Current impression: cute but badass, and owns both of those aspects of his personality. A little chubby, tries to be courteous but doesn’t mind speaking his mind sometimes either. When he gets foul tempered, watch out. (my impression didn’t really change much, but I think he’s more rounded this way)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff all the way. He’s kind, cares about other people’s feelings more than his own, and I don’t think he’s one to switch sides whenever it conveniences him (aka he’s loyal). I’ve seen some people say Finland has Slytherin qualities; I can’t comment on that because I know nothing about Finnish history, but I think he’s more of a Hufflepuff than anything.

Thank you for the ask!

#aph finland #norfin #musings #ask musings #answered #hws finland #aph #hws #hetalia #aph finland headcanons #hws finland headcanons #sufin #elextric-sea #aph finland musings

[gwentoryfics]

roommates (changgu smut)

Genre | Roommates AU

Pairing | Changgu x Reader

Words | 4k

Summary | You’ve been best friends with Changgu for forever. But can you really be content with being just friends when you become roommates?

Warnings | Sexy times! (aka explicit smut). Some swearing.

Note | I think we all knew this was coming after I got bias wrecked SO HARD at Prism. Please enjoy. 💕

Honestly, it really just snuck up on you, the way that Changgu suddenly started catching your eye. You don’t exactly remember when it started happening, but you’d randomly notice the way he ruffled his wet hair after a shower, or the way his arms have started bulging ever since he took up bouldering. 

It freaked you out, actually. You and Changgu had been best friends for years - you were neighbors your whole life, and it felt so natural to live in close proximity. You spent many nights in high school crashing in each other’s bedrooms, and it was never a big deal. He’d come over after going on dates just to tell you what he liked about the girl, and you’d do the same with the guys you dated. You even remember having an incredibly in-depth conversation about sex and intimacy when you visited his bedroom after having sex for the first time. But there was never any sexual tension between the two of you - you just never saw each other that way.

However, it seems that there’s something about being in your early twenties that kind of ruins everything.

All it took was a little over a year of actually living together for you to see how much of a man he was becoming. Your whole life he had been the sweet boy next door (literally), but that image was very quickly dissipating right before your eyes. 

Maybe it’s because you both graduated and started full-time adult jobs.

Maybe it’s because he was wildly passionate about finance, which was, like, the most boring adult thing in the world.

Maybe it’s because he watched you so intently as you ate your dinner, rambling on about the project management strategies you were developing at work.

Whatever it was, something happened that changed the way you saw him.

You realized that your opinion of him was dangerously changing right around the time your lease renewal was due, and you contemplated moving out to live on your own. If those feelings were going to stick around, you didn’t want to risk screwing up your friendship. It seemed like a much better plan to get out while you still could before things got weird.

And then it came time to renew, and Changgu was so enthusiastic about continuing to live together, and… when he smiled at you like that, how could you possibly say no?

So here you are, curled up on the couch as you wait for him to return from war the bouldering gym. Well, you’re not exactly waiting because you’re just casually playing Sims on your laptop, but you do frequently find yourself looking forward to whenever he gets home. 

Gym days are simultaneously the best and worst, because you can’t describe how attractive he is when he’s sweaty, but you also hate yourself for drooling over him.

You’re decorating a new home in your game when he finally arrives, and you’re almost able to keep your eyes glued to the screen.

“Hey, _____!” Changgu cheerfully greets you as he closes the door behind him, locking the deadbolt.

“Sup,” you peek up only briefly, careful not to linger on the sleeveless shirt that clings to his body and the damp hair sticking to his forehead. “Good workout?”

“Yeah, I finally got up that wall that I’ve been stuck on all week.” He disappears momentarily into his room to drop off his climbing bag, then he heads for the kitchen to grab a snack.

“Oh cool! That’s awesome.” You’re too busy scrolling through virtual furniture choices to notice that he has popped into the living room, but you sure as hell realize when he leans over the back of the couch, looking over your shoulder as he bites into his granola bar.

“What are you up to?” A delicious combination of his sweat and his deodorant hits your nose, and you melt.

Pretending like the smell of you isn’t driving me wild right now. “Decorating. I made a new treehouse-inspired cabin.”

“Very cool.” He takes another bite, and you feel granola crumbs hit your shoulder.

“Dude…” You brush it off, fully aware of the fact that the crumbs are now on the couch and will still need to be cleaned up.

Changgu chuckles warmly. “My bad. Hey, I’m gonna jump in the shower. Want to grab some dinner after? Or have you already eaten?”

“I haven’t. Dinner sounds good.”

Changgu ruffles your hair, and it feels like an eternity before he retreats to the bathroom to get showered. And you definitely noticed that he didn’t grab a change of clothes before heading in, which means he’ll re-emerge in nothing but his towel whenever he’s done.

You’re already feeling like a mess, and you know you won’t be able to handle the sight of that.

He usually takes pretty long showers, especially after climbing… which means you’ve got plenty of time to kill before he’s out…

So you lock yourself into your bedroom and surrender to your fantasies.

You hurriedly dig through your nightstand for your favorite vibrator, which you know will have you soaring in mere minutes. Then you collapse back onto your bed, pushing your shorts and panties down to your ankles, your heart racing the more you think about the smell of his sweat. How could he naturally smell so attractive? And how could it affect you this deeply?

As your fingers begin to explore your folds, you can only think of him and his painfully beautiful gaze, how you wish you could watch his eyes travel down your body, full of lust. You want to feel him take in the sight of your naked body and feel just as wrecked as you do whenever he walks around the apartment shirtless. You want to feel his hands grip your hips, his lips latch onto your throat, and his cock thrust deep inside of you.

What would it feel like to fuck your best friend? Would it be awkward? Would it be perfect? Would it be the hottest experience you’ve ever had, or the most boring? What if it was a wonderfully tepid middle ground of fun and sexy, full of sensual laughter and intimate depth?

You would take any and all of it with Changgu.

Finally, you start to tease your entrance with your fingertips, and you simultaneously press small circles into your clit with your vibrator. You sigh deeply into the sensation, and let yourself imagine his kiss and his touch.

Changgu’s hands delicately caress your skin as he kisses you deeply, his body heat enveloping you in warmth. Each kiss makes your walls clench around his cock, his hips gently rolling against yours in a deliciously slow rhythm. Years of lust and platonic love meld into the most beautiful connection of your bodies, and it’s all too easy to forget that this is all just a fantasy.

You bump up the intensity of your vibrator as your fingers bury themselves within you, and you shamelessly finger yourself to the thought of your best friend until you’re teetering on the edge. 

Your chest warms, your walls clench, your pleasure heightens…

“Hey, are you- oh shit!”

You’re abruptly ripped out of your fantasy by the sound of Changgu’s voice, and you see him standing in the doorway. “Changgu?”

His gaze visibly jumps from your hands to your face, his eyes growing wide before he scrambles to pull the door shut.

Embarrassment swallows you whole, and you’re unable to move. Changgu just walked in on you. Oh God, Changgu just walked in on you.

***

If he had to guess, Changgu would say his face is probably the most ridiculous shade of red right now. He stares at her bedroom door from the safety of the hallway, completely unable to unsee everything he just walked in on.

Masturbating is totally normal. Not at all a big deal. Of course she masturbates from time to time. He does it too. But he never in a million years would have thought he’d see it happening one day.

Truth be told, it was incredibly hot to see her like that, and he definitely looked at her longer than he should have. But the desire to watch had so greatly overpowered the common sense that told him to get out - he just wasn’t thinking straight.

And now he just keeps playing it over and over in his head. This isn’t the first time he’s found himself lingering on the thought of her spread out and wriggling in pleasure - it’s just that now he has a very specific, real-life image attached to it.

Changgu hears the buzzing of her vibrator stop, and he hides his face in his hands, trying to get himself focused. He needs to say something to fix this. So he forces out a laugh and goes with, “Dude, lock your door next time.”

“Maybe you should knock!” She hollers from the other side of the door, and he can’t quite tell if she’s angry or just being sassy.

“Sorry, my fault.” He starts cracking his knuckles, still flustered. “Um, just let me know when you’re ready to eat. I’m good to go whenever. Uh, take your time.” This time a more genuine laugh comes out, because this whole situation is so absurdly awkward and it just feels better to laugh about it.

“Oh my God, stop! Go awaaayyyyy,” she groans, but he can hear her laugh too. It’s reassuring, like they’ll both be fine after this.

Now if only he could stop feeling so attracted to her.

***

Changgu thought that everything would be fine, but he was wrong. He had done everything he could at dinner to keep the mood light, but it was still awkward. He hated himself for opening that damn door, because clearly she feels uncomfortable now and who knows how long it’ll take for things to actually repair themselves.

He rubs his eyes and rolls over in bed to check the clock - 11:42. He’s been attempting to sleep for at least an hour, but he just can’t get her out of his head. He just keeps remembering the look of her fingers knuckle-deep inside of her, her face flushed and mouth open with pleasure. She looked absolutely gorgeous and the more he thinks about it, the more he wishes that he wasn’t her best friend.

Maybe if they weren’t friends, he could pursue her. Maybe if they hadn’t agreed to live platonically together for the next year, he could take her out. At the very least, he could present himself as an option in her dating pool. But the fact that they are best friends and roommates means that he has to get himself under control, because nothing more will ever happen between them. 

Even though her crackhead sense of humor never fails to make him laugh.

And the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles is the cutest thing in the whole world.

And she looks so hot in literally everything she wears.

If only things were different.

And then he hears a soft knock at his door, and his mouth goes dry. She asks from the other side, “Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“…Can I come in?”

He sits up in bed and turns on the lamp on his nightstand. “Yeah, come in.”

The door creaks open, and she lets it hang ajar as she enters the room, hopping up onto the bed. She looks troubled, her brow furrowed and her cheeks pink, and it causes the biggest lump in his stomach. What could this be about?

“I, um…” She sniffs, and he realizes she may have been crying a few minutes ago. “I thought we should talk. Because things just got so weird and I don’t want it to be weird. I’m so sorry that you saw all of that…”

“You don’t have to apologize, ____. I should be the one apologizing. I’m really sorry that I invaded your privacy like that. I definitely should have knocked.” Changgu scoots closer to her, worried that she’s actually deeply upset by all of this. He obviously didn’t mean to do it, but it’s an accident that must have been too much for her.

“I’m just so embarrassed…” 

Oh, no. He recognizes that face. He sees the tension in her temples, the quivering of her lips - she’s mere seconds away from tears.

Changgu reaches out for her, placing a hand on her upper arm for comfort. “Please, don’t feel embarrassed. It’s totally fine and I won’t judge you for that, okay? I’ll just pretend like I never even saw anything.”

She looks up from her hands just long enough to meet his eyes, and then it’s game over. The waterworks cannot be held back. She starts to cry, and he immediately scoops her up in a hug to try to calm her.

“I just don’t want to… ruin our friendship!” She blurts between sobs. “You’re… my best friend, and… I don’t… want to mess it up!”

“You’re not going to mess it up! Stop saying that,” Changgu holds her tightly, but he’s starting to sense that there might be something else going on. Why is she so worried about their friendship? This isn’t even that big of a deal. “_____, what’s going on? You’re fine. It’s okay.”

She takes a moment to gather herself, her tears slowing before she pulls away from him. She wipes at her face, and he just watches her with concern.

“I haven’t been totally honest.” She covers her face, unable to look at him. “So I just have to say it. I… I like you, Changgu, and I’m attracted to you, and I have all of these feelings that I’m not supposed to have, and I swear I’m trying to make it stop because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you by feeling stuff I’m not supposed to feel…”

“Really?” Changgu is stunned by her words. How long has she felt this way?

She nods gently. “But I’m doing everything I can to get it to stop, because I don’t want to screw things up and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. So please don’t think about it and help me not make this weird by just forgetting that I ever said anything.”

“I had no idea…” Not only is he confused by the sudden reveal of her feelings, but he’s surprised by how happy it makes him feel. And now he knows it’s his turn to ‘fess up. “I, um, I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” 

“In what way?”

“Well, in kind of a naked way after today,” he jokes, and he loves the smile that touches her lips.

“Fuck you, Changgu,” she laughs. “I’m trying to be vulnerable here and you’re making jokes.”

 “Sorry,” he chuckles. “Um, I’ve been thinking kind of the same way about you that you have been about me, apparently.”

Her mood gets a hair more serious. “You have?”

“Yeah. I obviously want you in my life because you’re my best friend, and I care about you with like, all that I am, and… wow, why is this so difficult to say?”

“Because it’s us.”

He meets her eyes, her intense gaze seeing into the deepest part of him, like she always does. 

Because it’s us.

It sounds like they’ve always been together, like they’re meant to be a unit. They’re us.

“I like you, _____.”

There. It’s out.

“I like you too, Changgu.”

His heart absolutely soars. There’s no way this is actually happening.

Her gaze falls to the floor. “What do we do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what do we do?’”

“This is not how I thought this conversation was going to go.” She rubs her eye. “I wasn’t prepared for this.”

“Neither was I,” Changgu laughs, and the hand he’s been keeping on her arm falls into her lap, clasping one of her hands. It feels clammy, and he’s sure his hand feels dry and rough to her, thanks to all the calluses he’s developed from rock climbing. “We can do whatever we want, right? We get to make the rules.”

She looks down at their joined hands. “So what do you want?”

You. I want you. “I want to kiss you.”

“You do?” Her eyes widen and then she immediately cracks up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be so surprised. It’s just so weird to hear that from you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s just… I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. And I’ve wanted to do… other things. It’s just unreal to hear you say that.”

As soon as she says ‘other things,’ his mind immediately flashes back to the memory of her touching herself. “So, wait, when I walked in on you… Was that because of me?”

She flushes, and it’s absolutely adorable. “I mean, yeah. You’re always so hot when you come back from working out.”

Her words sit strangely in his ears. “I get what you mean, that’s super weird to hear you say.”

“Right?” She laughs loudly. “It’s just… strange.”

“Okay, so now I’m really curious…” Changgu scoots over so that he’s sitting directly across from her, and he reaches up to touch her cheek. “How weird do you think it’ll get…”

Her eyes flutter back up to meet his as he cups her face, and it occurs to him that this really isn’t weird at all. He’s loved this girl his whole life and he’s finally getting to show his true feelings.

And then he does it. He kisses her.

And he kisses her again.

And again.

She tastes like sunshine and rain, like the middle of October. Like the sound of waves crashing and birds chirping. It’s her, and nothing but her, and he’s consumed by it.

Every single kiss is returned with warmth, curiosity, and passion. She cards her fingers through his hair as they kiss, and he pulls her close, wrapping her in his arms. She’s an incredible kisser, and he can’t help but feel like he’s really been missing out all this time.

But it isn’t until she bites his lip that he knows he can’t let her go back to her room tonight.

“How do you feel,” he murmurs against her lips, “about doing other things?”

She pulls back, a sly smile on her lips. “I would love to.”

***

Even with his lips on yours, it’s still impossible to believe that any of this is actually happening. That he would want exactly what you want. That you can finally break through the boundary of being just friends.

Your fantasy is somehow coming true.

You trust Changgu with all of your heart, so you dive in with everything you’ve got. You straddle his lap, delighted when you feel his bulge pressing against your core. It feels like your whole body is electrified by his touch - all you need is more skin.

With your help, his t-shirt is gone in a matter of moments, closely followed by your shirt and both of your bottoms. The two of you rush to undress each other, months (maybe years) of secret pining building up to this moment. There’s no going back - and you don’t want to, anyway.

His hands cover every inch of you, his fingers roughly perking up your nipples and traversing the curves of your ass. By the time he reaches the most sensitive part of you, you’re already a mewling mess. 

“Is this okay?” Changgu’s finger tip delicately swipes over your folds, trailing the wetness gathered there across your clit. 

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling shyly. It’s so insane that he’s actually touching you, that the pleasure you feel is all because of Changgu. You need to return the favor. You drag your hand down his chest to his cock, pleased by the hardness of it as you run your fingers over the head and down the shaft. “And I can touch you, too?”

One of his eyebrows perks up at the touch, and he nods. “Mhm. Let’s lay you down, yeah?”

“Okay.” 

He guides you back down to the bed, continuing to draw circles around your clit as he shifts you around. You let him take control - you’ve always imagined what he might do, so you’re curious to see what the non-fantasy Changgu likes.

And as it turns out, he likes biting your neck, sucking your nipples, plunging his fingers into you, and making you moan.

“Changgu,” you whimper his name as he plants kisses across your stomach. “Do you have a condom? I want you.”

Changgu looks at you like he’s in a trance, like he is completely struck with lust in this moment. “Of course, hang on.” He parts from you only long enough to dig through his dresser drawer (and long enough for you to admire his cute little butt). He returns to the bed with a condom packet in hand. “Now?”

You nod eagerly. “I feel like I’ve already waited forever.”

“I know the feeling.” 

Changgu rips open the packet and easily rolls the condom onto his length. He smiles warmly as he situates himself on top of you. “This is crazy, right?”

“Totally.” You run your nails through his soft hair and tug his earlobes before kissing him once. “But it’s the good kind of crazy.”

His lips crash into yours again as he lines himself up with your entrance, and then all at once he presses into you.

Your breath comes out of you in a stuttering sigh as you take him in, delighted by the feel of him as your bodies connect. As he starts rocking into you, you kiss him long and hard. This is everything you’ve ever wanted, and you’re absolutely overwhelmed by every beautiful sensation he gives you.

You get entirely lost in each other, your hips raising to meet his with every thrust, your lips completely entangled with his. You slip your hand between your bodies to rub your clit, giving yourself the extra bit of stimulation you need for this to be perfect.

“Do you feel good?” He quietly asks, breathing harder and harder with each thrust.

“I feel so good, Changgu,” you reassure him. “It feels so good…”

Nothing has ever felt more right, and you wonder how you convinced yourself for so long that this would be a bad idea. You had been completely, utterly incorrect. This is the best idea.

As you clench down around his cock, you realize that you’re getting alarmingly close to finishing. Maybe it’s because you didn’t get to orgasm earlier, but all of the sudden you’re right there…

A symphony of moans leaves you as you explode with pleasure, the sweet taste of Changgu’s name on your tongue. His hand grips your waist harder as you stutter beneath him, his eyes fixated sweetly on your contorting face. You’ve never felt so vulnerable yet so protected.

“____…” Changgu murmurs your name as the stars fade from your vision, and you realize he’s nearly there, too. 

You reclaim his lips and bite gingerly on his lower lip, earning yourself the same deep growl you got last time. That simple action is enough to spur a fresh burst of energy from him, and the pace of his thrusts increases. His nose crinkles as he nears his orgasm, and then a sweet moan follows as he empties into the condom. 

He hardly gives himself a moment to recover before pulling you into a deep kiss, as if to seal the magical experience you had just shared. And with that kiss, you know the two of you will never be the same.

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SOULMATE PROMPT for @blackberrywidow‘s writing challenge! Word count: 4.9k (im so sorry this got so fucking long) Pairing: Civilian!Bucky x Natasha (Black Widow) Summary: Bucky doesn’t believe in soulmates, so you could imagine his surprise to learn that his soulmate not only exists, but is also part of the Avengers. 

Soul mates was such an odd concept to grasp, not that it’s anything fairly new, but the idea of soul mates tend to limit ones options and if there’s one thing that can describe James Buchanan Barnes is that he, much like most Americans, like their options. This sounds pompous, but he’s great with socializing, even more so when a pretty gal is involved. It’s to no wonder that he thinks that this whole notion of ‘she’ll light up the room once you see her’ was a total buzz kill. He’d only been serious with one girl, her name was Gretchen and he swore that she was going to be the one. It turns out, unreciprocated feelings were not fun and soul mates has a bond that ‘simply cannot be broken, I’m sorry James.’ What a load of crap that was.

Truthfully it was youth’s predisposition of naivety that got him, he really shouldn’t have bought that ring at the age of 24. Call him jaded, but what was so good about soul mates anyway? At age 32, he has yet to find his so called soul mate. Of course not finding his soul mate meant he was free to explore, and explore he did. Naturally he’s single yet again, dating was a game for him that only lasted a good month or two. Anymore will have consequences, like actually caring for them. ‘That’s the point of dating, Buck,’ he can hear his best friend’s voice echoing at the back of his head like some voice of conscience. They’re the complete opposite of one another and yet through thick and thin, they’ve managed to stay as friends.

That punk’s probably out with his wife and yet he still manages to remember the guy’s lectures. A soft chuckle escapes James’ lips at the thought; bring forth his beer before taking a swig. If he’d been any younger, he would’ve hit the club for company, but he’s 32 and it’s a Wednesday night. The last thing he needs is any excitement when he has an early shift tomorrow morning. Dive bars were god sent for a quick drink and swanky music and this place was close to his apartment, what more could he ask for?

Breaking news: Another alien attack in New York! The Avengers are seen to be fighting –

Right, the Avengers. The mighty heroes that has saved the world multiple times. James had always found their tenacity impressive, but he’s gotta wonder, who the hell pays for all of those damage? “Probably my tax money,” he mumbles absentmindedly as he shifts his attention from the TV to the jukebox. Really, he doesn’t mind giving his tax money to fix New York, but the constant threat was getting tiring. It’s like Earth was the only planet that’s worth to invade or something, couldn’t they invade Mars? If it wasn’t the president asking to build a wall, it’s aliens invading. ‘It’s always something,’ the thought lingers while he scans the 1980’s song selection on the jukebox.

On his fifth page, a chitauri bursts through the east wing of the bar, destroying half of the joint and startling all of the patrons. The chaos happened too fast, but the fear that crept on his chest was gradual, his initial instinct of assessing the situation and noting if anyone was hurt kicked in. Thankfully, no one was close to the wall when it happened and from the looks of it, everyone seemed okay. “Is everyone alright?” an authoritative voice coupled by the sparking wires reverberates from the direction where the chaos had entered. Muted blues were swift to glance at the direction, taking note of the infamous red hair and black cat suit. It’s one of the Avengers! It’s Black Widow!

James would’ve been excited at meeting one of the Avengers face to face if not for the fact that the moment he laid eyes on her, the whole room lit up.

It was at that moment that he knew he was screwed.

“Wait, so you’re telling me,” Sam’s face looked amused despite of the disbelief, “that you believe that your soul mate is Black Widow. As in, The Black Widow. The Avenger.”

James knew he shouldn’t have told Sam.

“Look, when we locked eyes – the room lit up and I could’ve swore she knew it too,” which was true, he saw the way black widow’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Nah man, I’m sure you were just awestruck! I’d be awestruck too if I were in your shoes,” ever quick to disregard Barnes’ statement, really, why were they friends?

For a man that was so against the notion of soul mates, he was never more sure that Black Widow of The Avengers was his soul mate. Which wasn’t exactly a bad thing because he’s pretty sure he’s had a crush on her since – well, the first time she came on the news. Look, he can acknowledge the fact that she’s way beyond his league, but the fact that she might actually be his soul mate made him feel all sorts of things. First, how the hell does that happen? Second, how in the world is he gonna ask her on a date, she’s a superhero for Pete’s sake and he’s – well, he’s a senior engineer for Stark Industries. It’s a nice gig, but he doesn’t see superheroes there, let alone Black Widow, aka the woman that’s apparently his soul mate. And third, wasn’t he against the idea of soul mates?

“Lets say that she is your soul mate,” Sam’s voice interrupts his train of thought, the man looking ever so relaxed as he takes a gulp of his beer, “how are you even going to contact her? She’s a super hero and you’re…well – a man who sleeps with 22 year olds.”

“It was one time and she said she was 29! How was I supposed to know that she meant senior in undergrad and not a graduate student-“ One of the things that Sam will never ever let go was that mistake. Also one of the reasons why he no longer goes to clubs (he hung that towel after that incident, though in retrospect, he should’ve hung that towel the moment he turned 31).

“Look Buck, all I’m saying is, she might be your soul mate but I think you’re hopeless in this situation. She what, came in the bar, checked if everyone was alright, then went back to kicking ass? What did you do during that whole transgression?”

As much as he’d love to argue with Sam, he knows that the guy was right. After seeing her at the bar, he couldn’t do much of anything and stopping her to say hi (because saying hi in the middle of a battle was definitely practical) was out of the question. It was his first and only time that he could’ve done something and he blew it. See? Soul mates be damned.

Except fate was a jester and he’s simply a pawn in the game. It doesn’t take a week and a half before he sees her again, fighting crime and being a hero while he watches from the sideline, yet again. He saw her take a swift glance at him before noticing the incoming punch from the goon. “Watch out - !”

Of course she wasn’t Black Widow for nothing, even if he hadn’t said anything, she was quick the side step before turning it into a roundhouse. What was he even doing there? Why was this even happening at a Target parking lot? Much like what Sam had said, he was hopeless and she was way beyond his league. Instead of getting in the way, he joins the other civilians and finds shelter while the heroes – his soul mate – handles the situation.

There was a saying that once you meet your soul mate, you tend to bump into them often; James didn’t believe it at first until he sees yet another commotion, this time in his gym. “Oh come on!” it was his favorite gym, it was close to his house and the people minded their own business. To see it in rubbles was such a shame and it was then that he realized, having a superhero as a soul mate was an occupational hazard. Once more, he’s left with nothing but a prompt glance followed by him running with the civilians.

It takes a month and four battle run-ins before it happens – before he sees her at work in casual clothes, hair still ablaze and green eyes sharp as a cat. She was asking the front desk for information but at the turn of her head, muted blues and scrutinizing emeralds meet, making him gulp at the spot.

“Geez louise-“

You ever seen a woman so pretty you actually say geez louise out loud? Because he’s never done that before but then again Black Widow is no normal woman. She embodies grace, beauty, and death; which is a weird thing to note considering she’s there, lighting up the room and walking up to him like he’s her new target. “James Barnes,” her voice catches his attention (as if her presence hasn’t already).

“Uh…ma’am,”

Ma’am? Are you serious –

“I think you and I need to have a little chat,” nonchalance threaded her tone; his only response was a nod as she walks through the hallway as if she knew the outline of the building. It wouldn’t be surprising if she did know the outline, given her background, intelligence, and connection to Tony Stark. It takes a few left and right turns before arriving to one of the meeting rooms; James doesn’t even have to ask what she’s doing prior to following her in and getting locked in the soundproof and fogged windowed room.

And then there were two.

“You know why I’m here, don’t you?” despite the lack of threat, he knows that she wasn’t up for games so he nods in affirmation, “good, since we both acknowledge that we’re each other’s soul mate, why don’t we get to the point, shall we?”

Wait, she acknowledges him as her soul mate?

Why was he proud of that? Jesus Christ-

“All the research point that we will keep bumping into each other unless we bond and I don’t know about you, but I’d like to keep the collateral damage under control,” meaning to say she doesn’t want him to die just because fate’s a massive dick. James’ isn’t sure whether he should be grateful that she thinks about his safety or offended that she thinks he can’t take care of himself. And what does the bond even really mean? He should’ve researched this but considering that he didn’t expect to see her at work or at all, he didn’t deem it necessary.

“Uhh…bond?” he sounds like a child asking that, like she was years before him. Though looking at the situation, she probably was, both in experience and knowledge.

“Bond. Intimacy. Look, I’m not one for this soul mate deal and I was taught to believe that I didn’t have one, but I can’t have another life on my hands just because fate decided that we’re destined to be together,” it was her guilt that had brought her here. The red in her ledger that made her sought him out.

Somehow he knew that she wouldn’t be the type to believe in this fairytale sales pitch; she’s as jaded as him but more so taking her background into account. Exactly what did she want to happen then? “Given our rare circumstance, it’s best if you allow SHIELD to monitor you-“

“Whoa, whoa, I’m going to be monitored? Absolutely not!” his mouth ran off before he could think about whom he was talking to. The idea of being monitored was out of the question.

“Well we can’t just leave you vulnerable – whether you like it or not, we’ll keep bumping into each other while I’m probably in mid-battle,” Black widow replied like this was a business deal, like he should just accept it as is.

“Well I ain’t going to accept being monitored by the government, if anything why can’t you just monitor me if you’re the one that's worried about my wellbeing.” 

what-

What did he just say?

Jesus Christ, Barnes, think before talking!

Cerulean hues lands on the rather silent operative, unable to read her face and wondering if this was how people felt under her scrutiny. Her reply came after a few seconds but it felt like years to the brunette. “Okay, that can be arranged.”

Wait –

“Your apartment has a lot of blind spots and isn’t as well equipped as mine, nor is it as well hidden, so I’ll have your belongings transferred to my apartment by the end of the week,” again with her business-like timbre, as if living with another human being was nothing but another mission.

James opened his mouth to retaliate, but finds himself unable to find any comeback. He’s the one who suggested this idea, but he didn’t think she’d actually agree to it! Before he could even really think of a reply, she gets a call and bolts out the door without a goodbye, leaving him there with a dumbfounded expression written all over his face.

What the fuck just happened?

A part of him didn’t want to believe it, really. He slept that week trying to forget the whole thing, but at the end of the week, a pair of familiar sharp eyes greeted him at his apartment. It’s at that moment that he realizes that this wasn’t a joke and the Black Widow really did take his suggestion into consideration. What was he supposed to say in this situation? That he was joking? That he didn’t think she’d take it seriously? Rather than arguing, he follows for now, albeit begrudgingly as they finally arrive to her well-secured apartment near the Avengers facility.

Feeling intimidated was an understatement given that his neighbors were the freaking avengers and he’s living with the Black Widow all of a sudden. “The guest bedroom’s been prepared for you, you’re also in FRIDAY’s system so you have clearance levels to some rooms. I’ve talked to Tony about relocating your work here instead, so you’ll be working with some of the agents.”

This was all too much for him – they changed his job? Not that he’s complaining because this means a promotion right? Wait, that wasn’t the case right now –

“Wait, you can’t just trap me in here like I’m some kind of a liability,” that was the big picture; they were treating him like he didn’t know any better. Like he didn’t experience the world before this whole soul mate thing happened.

“Whether you accept it or not, you are a liability if it means that I’ll keep bumping into you during missions. In my job, a lot of people tend to get hurt, or worse, die. Unless we’re certain that this occurrence ceases, this is the safest method we have.”

Right, the bond. That part was still confusing to him, how the hell was he supposed to bond with Black Widow when she talks to him like he’s a responsibility? Would sex change anything? Would that create the bond? All those articles that he’s read over the week did nothing but make him question this whole thing more.

“If you don’t have anymore questions, I’ll head to bed,” and that’s how he’s left at her living room with a million questions and one running through his head.

Fan-fuckin-tastic.

James just had to work on the bond thing before he could go back to his life, right? If that’s the case, all he had to do was be charming and see where it goes. That sounded simple enough in his head but after living there for two weeks, the most he’s got from her was a good morning and goodnight. Half of the time she doesn’t give his compliments the time of day. The only thing that changed was the fact that he actually calls her name now rather than her alias.

“Look pal, she may seem hard to approach but trust me, she likes a pretty face and I’m almost certain that she’s at least attracted to you,” Clint, one of the few Avengers that he has gotten close with, consoles him as they have a couple of beers at the lounge. Out of the whole group, the archer tends to hang around the facilities’ kitchen a lot, making it easy for James to make small talk that eventually became full conversations that mostly entailed a certain redhead.

“That’s good to know, but every time I compliment her, she gives me this look like I’m a gremlin,” he rubs his face as he leans back on the couch, a sigh escaping his lips in exasperation.

“Try a different method, why not join her at the gym instead?” now that was an idea.

James would like to think that it was a doable feat. He practically lived at the gym before this whole ordeal happened and he knows how to punch – he’s sure that he can keep up with her. The brunette takes the archer’s advice, waking up at 5 in the morning just to meet her at the gym. She looks like she’s been there for a while, the sweat trickling down her skin as the obvious evidence of that as he makes himself known. The last thing he needs is her feeling threatened by him. “Fancy meeting you here, Natasha,” he offers a small greeting, she reciprocated with a nod.

Barnes spots a free punching bag and begins to work on it, endeavoring to find a perfect opportunity to ask if she’d want to spar. It takes a few minutes before he finally found the courage to ask, “Hey, did you want to spar?”

She looked at him like he’d lost his mind but beneath the scrutiny was – amusement? That was a first. She’d never looked like she was genuinely interested in what he had to say until now. There was a smirk on her lips and he could’ve sworn he saw his life end right then and there.

“Are you sure you’re game for that, Barnes?” in spite of the playfulness in her voice, he can note the almost feral and threatening tone beneath it. James gulps but powers through it.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

Says the dumbass that sparred with Natasha Romanoff only to get his ass handed to him. He knew she was good and that he could never throw a punch at her even if he tried, but he thought that he could at least match a quarter of her stamina. It turns out it takes only 15 minutes before she has him face down and asking for a break because he’s pretty sure she dislocated his shoulder.

“Please tell me you weren’t going easy on me, I don’t think Sam would let me live if he finds out that I got a handicap when I sparred with Black Widow only to get my ass handed to me-“

And then she laughs, it’s really more like a chuckle, but he’ll take it!

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” and that tone was something he’d never gotten before. Wait, was she- was she flirting with him?

Before he could digest it all, she’s already packing her stuff while he nurses his shoulder. He doesn’t notice her jump out of the mat, nor does he notice her reach the door but she does acknowledge him, “Not bad Barnes, same time tomorrow?”

And that was enough for him to suddenly ignore all the aching bones in his body because no way in hell was he gonna let that opportunity slip by.

The next day at 5am on the dot, he finds himself at the gym ready to get his head stifled between her thighs all over again. There were bruises all over his back and rather than complaining, he wore it like a medal. How many people could say that they’ve fought the Black Widow and lived? Again he gets his ass handed to him. 15 minutes, like that's all his body could take. Maybe training with her could change his endurance. He used to think that he was pretty athletic but compared to her; no amount of six packs could match what she could do. Anyone else would’ve thought that this feat was suicide, but not her – Natasha almost seemed…entertained, proud even. Like the previous day, she smirks at him and gives him a remark that could either be taken as a flirtatious compliment or a threat. He doesn’t know which one turns him on more.

All James knows is that he suddenly doesn’t mind waking up at 5am in the morning and even if he’s sporting a new bruise everyday, it all felt worth it. Not only was he physically getting challenged but the way she reciprocated to his advances challenged him in a way that he’s never been played before.

It takes him another two weeks before he could pass the 15-minute mark, finally being able to keep on par with her for at least 20 minutes. It was small, but the road to that achievement was not an easy feat; Natasha acknowledged this and actually gave him pointers, something she hadn’t done before. “Try to block my hand this way if I’m coming to you this way,” she lunches forward and he follows her instruction, blocking her punch just fast enough to minimize the damage.

“Good, shift your feet faster so you don’t get hit. Try to move less but hit harder. The less movement you make, the more stamina you’ll save,” it made sense, her steps was always so light compared to his. His was full strength, using his whole body like a tank. He wasn’t like Captain America and he sure as hell wasn’t Hulk.

“Thanks, I’ll…see you tomorrow morning then?” because god knows how little they interact elsewhere. As much as he loves sparring with her in the wee hours of the morning, he’d like to at least be able to talk to her like a normal human being outside of the gym.

Except the strangest thing happened that day, James actually sees her at the kitchen after he finished showering and changing into comfy clothes (thank god for his day off, he really needed to tend to the new bruises). In fact, she’d actually greeted him upon entering the room like he actually existed. “Anymore creamer?” she looked at him with those sharp green eyes coupled by an amicableness that he had never seen before and all he could muster up was a nod.

“Thanks, see you later Barnes,” and she was gone right after she’d made her coffee, his eyes never leaving her trail even as she left the room.

“Did she just…greet me first?” he was at disbelief, but trust Clint to give him that pinch of reality.

“Yep. And you know, she didn’t even take the creamer,” James doesn’t need to look at the blonde to know that the archer was grinning, “guessing you impressed her at the gym, not bad, pal.”

That statement made his stomach do summersaults and he knew he was absolutely screwed.

“Geez Louise-“

After that incident, sparring with her almost felt like a date. It was so odd, flirting through fighting without the damn words. Instead of charming his way to her bed, she has somehow challenged him to flirt with her by trying to find a way to beat her. Which was honest to god, impossible. He never gives her the upper hand, never underestimates her skill, but the way she moves and fights was just on a different level and he could only hope to learn even a quarter of what she teaches him. Through absolute tenacity, he powers through every bruise, every cut on the lip, and every mixed signal that she gives him. Needless to say, he’s had a lot of cold showers since the incident.

He wonders if he asks her on a date now, would she object? Was that still out of the table despite feeling her press her breast against his back? He’s pretty sure that was intentional. She never does anything unless it’s intentional. Unless it has a purpose. She’s going to kill him through sheer blue balls alone.

James finds himself learning through mimicking her steps, keeping the movements light, but putting enough force for every punch and every block. Every session, she seems more impressed. It’s another two weeks before he finally manages to land a hit, it was on her shoulders but it was a hit nonetheless. For a quick second he was going to ask if she was okay, but the look on her face was priceless and challenging and it takes 20 seconds before his face meets the mat, his arm pinned on his back and her breast pressed on his scapula. This woman knows what she’s doing to him and he doesn’t even care, the cold showers always welcomed him with open arms anyway.

After a few seconds, he feels her move off of him, releasing him from her grasp while he prays that he doesn’t have a very obvious excitement between his legs. Joggers could only hide so much, alright?

Thankfully, a higher power was on his side and he manages to stand up without embarrassing whatever dignity he has left. James expected her to leave after beating him yet again, but surprisingly, she stays. She doesn’t make it obvious that she’s waiting for him, but her movements were relaxed, as if she was making it last. The brunette takes the opportunity and asks, “Why…why did you say yes when I asked to spar?”

It was clear that she wasn’t expecting that question considering the way she looked at him. Should he have just asked if she wanted to go on a date? Did he miss the opportunity?

Natasha hums in contemplation as she puts her water in her bag, “Because I wanted you to learn how to defend yourself.”

What?

He must’ve looked confused because Natasha continued on with her explanation, “When you said I was treating you like a liability, I agreed because other than going to the gym, you knew nothing about fighting. If you’d been faced by a Hydra agent because you were in the same location as me, I’d have no choice but to fight for you.”

It was suddenly starting to make sense. The redhead pauses, taking the towel and wiping down the sweat on her neck as she stood up straight to look at him, “I accepted to spar with you in the hopes that you’d learn how to fight and you’ve impressed me the first time we fought, so I kept teaching you.”

So that’s what it was.

She acknowledged him as an equal after he took initiative. In her eyes, he’s no longer a liability, but rather someone that can stand on their own. The fact that she could express that she was proud of him and saw him like an ally without outright saying it made his face burn and his stomach summersault. He’s so screwed.

“Go out with me,” it was a word vomit, but it was now or never, “on a date – it doesn’t have to be outside of the Avengers facility if you don’t want it to – just…just go on a date with me”

Dial it down, Barnes.

“…Please?”

Three seconds felt like a lifetime, but the smile she gave him was worth every heart palpitation that he might’ve had. It took her two steps before closing their distance and suddenly he’s very aware of the trace of gold at the rim of emerald hues. Her finger traces his lower lip and Jesus H. Christ, he could’ve swore he forgot how to breathe.

“Alright. Tonight at 7, don’t be late James.”

He likes the way his name wraps around her lips.

“Yes ma’am.”

She finally withdraws, the same smile still on her lips before turning to grab her duffle bag and heading the other way. He watched as she walked out, certain that there was a sway at her hips that was only for him to see. She’s going to be the death of him.

Thank god the cold showers were effective.

+ Bonus

“When I asked you out, I didn’t imagine our first date being interrupted by goons,” he takes a step back before pivoting to pull an uppercut, the knuckles of his fist meeting the guy’s chin.

“Really? Because this is exactly how I imagined our first date,” she was being cheeky, but there was truth underneath her witty response.

“I don't know how your dates usually go, but it usually doesn’t include AIM agents. More kissing, less punching,” for a guy trying to dodge a knife lunging towards him, he’s fairly calm – maybe because he learned how to fight from the best of the best? Probably.

“Well, now that just seems boring,” she responds and James swore he could picture her smirking, “and it’s not like I don’t have plans on kissing you at the end of the date, James –“ he hears a crack followed by a groan, “try not to get stabbed tonight and you might get more than just a kiss.”

James laughs, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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