#hmhm. tomorrow.

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[shima-draws]

Me: Hehe I'm so excited for all these charm designs I'm working on for my shop launch!

My brain: Yes but you have to finish them

Me: W. What

My brain: You have to actually put in the work and draw them you can't just sit and daydream about them

Me: B. But :(((((

[felidaefighter]

AOUGGHGGHGHAOUGGHGHGGH WE'RE BACK BABEYYYY

I FINISHED CHAPTER 13 FINALLY IT'S BEEN SITTING UNFINISHED FOR AGESSSSSSSS

I GOTTA REPLY TO EVERYONE'S LOVELY COMMENTS NOW

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Ngl man..this made me snort laughing

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Gold chain (pt6) | Leah Williamson

First rounds of Wimbledon note: Well,, I tried to wrap all on this part but it was taking too long to fit everything in one go, so next part is coming. The opponents' names are made up by the way warnings: fluff and slow burn, a bit suggestive(?) nothing really pt1 my masterlist

Music used to relax you, there was nothing better than blasting your ears with tunes at full volume while taking a little nap during a massage session. But now, that seemed impossible with Jane, your physiotherapist, working on your legs, pressing hard on your most tense spots.

“Fuck, Jane, are you sure you're a physical therapist? It feels like you're wrecking my legs,” you complained, wincing as you clenched your fists. You were lying on your stomach, your face sunk into the hole of the massage table. 

Jane just smiled, a mixture of amusement and professionalism in her expression. She would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy seeing you like this after all the frustration you caused by not listening to her advice about overdoing your workouts.

“Stop whining, this is good for your muscles,” she said softly, still working on your legs.

“It’s not whining, it’s just-” you started to say, but another particularly firm squeeze shut you up, and you let out a whimper. “Jane!”

Jane leaned over a bit and took off your headphones. “If you’d listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this mess. You told me you don’t want to have any problems with injuries, and for that, your body needs to relax and recover from all the overactivity you’ve had.”

You knew she was right. You sighed heavily, but you wouldn’t admit it. Jane knew that all too well. “Can you at least be a little gentler?”

“If I were any gentler, it wouldn’t be effective,” she said, shaking her head. “Besides, you mentioned you want to be 100% for your game tomorrow. My guess is you’re trying to impress someone, but since I’m not a specialist, I’ll keep that to myself,” she added with a cheeky grin.

You managed a small smile despite the pain and her teasing. “Yeah, okay, I’ll shut up. But seriously, how much longer?”

Jane glanced at the clock on the wall, but when she saw your coach walk in, she didn’t answer.

“Hmhm,” Lucas cleared his throat, standing by the table. From where you were lying, you could only see his legs. “Can you explain what’s going on here?”

Jane’s hands stopped immediately as she turned her attention to Lucas.

“What’s going on now?” you asked, reluctantly sitting up on the table and facing your coach, who was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Since when does Wimbledon send flowers to players?” you chuckled, it was a pretty classy move, just right for an English tournament.

“It’s not from Wimbledon,” Lucas said, pulling out a small pink envelope from the flowers. “I haven’t read it,” he assured you, handing both the envelope and the flowers over. 

Lucas didn’t look happy, but surprisingly he didn’t seem mad either. His face was more a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“I think I have a guess about who sent them,” he said, glancing over at Jane.

“Was it you? Aww, how sweet! They say you get nicer with age,” you teased the woman, giving her a playful nudge.

“It wasn’t me,” Jane said, playfully pinching your cheek with a grin.

“Ouch! Don’t do that,” you said, rubbing your cheek and then looking at the flowers. They were perfect, not too flashy, not too small. With a smile you didn’t even notice you had, you figured out who must’ve sent them. It was pretty obvious.

You set the flowers aside on the table and opened the envelope, with your coach and Jane watching intently. As you read the note, your heart skipped a beat.

[Best of luck for tomorrow, darling. I can’t be there, but I’ll be rooting for you no matter what. Kisses, L.W.]

“Is she blushing?” you heard Lucas mutter to Jane.

“Tell me, have you ever seen her this calm? She almost looks like an angel,” Jane said, shaking her head with a grin.

“I’m hearing you loud and clear,” you said, trying to keep your cool, even though you could feel your cheeks warming up.

“So, who’s the flowers from?” Lucas asked again, crossing his arms and giving you a serious look.

“The card doesn’t say,” you said, trying to slip the card back into the envelope.

“But you know who it is,” Jane said, her tone more certain.

“Nope.”

“Ah, well. We know who it is,” Lucas said with a smirk.

You stared at them, unsure of what to say.

“You’re just trying to get me to spill the name. I’m not telling you,” you said firmly.

“Oh, we know,” Jane insisted, her grin widening.

“Alright, then tell me who it is,” you said defiantly, crossing your arms and copying Lucas’s posture.

“Leah Williamson,” they answered at the same time. Lucas was dead serious, while Jane had a cheeky smirk.

You choked on your own saliva, realizing you’d just heard the name of the person who’d sent the flowers.

“W-what are you talking about? Have you both lost it?” you stammered, trying to cover up but failing miserably.

“We’ve seen her leaving your hotel a few times these past weeks,” Lucas said, staring at you with that intense, questioning look.

“Just a coincidence,” you said, turning your back on them, cursing yourself (and Leah for not being more discreet). “She could be friends with another player. The hotel’s packed.”

Jane giggled, and Lucas sighed, crossing his arms with a resigned look. “Yeah, right. And I’m the king of England,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I get what’s going on here. Just make sure you don’t mess things up. Focus on tennis during the matches. You can do all your talking and showing off with Williamson after you win your match. Got it?”

“Got it”

Wimbledon, day 2. Round of 128. Court 2.

The first match was usually the easiest since your opponent was often weaker, but tennis isn’t always about rankings and stats. Knowing that anything could happen made you a bit nervous. Even though those nerves hadn’t shown on the court so far, with a score of 1-0 and a pretty straightforward 6-3 win in the first set. But you still felt the pressure.

Your opponent’s first serve wasn’t the strongest, but you stayed alert. As the ball bounced on the grass, you got ready to return it. You adjusted your visor to block the sun, reminding yourself how crucial it was to stay focused between points.

When you saw your opponent toss the ball for her serve, you sprang into action, returning it with force. Unfortunately, you hit it a bit too hard, and it landed just inches outside the line.

The next serve was a bit stronger, and although you didn’t handle it perfectly with your racket, you still managed to get the ball over the net. Your opponent went for a volley but missed, giving you another point.

You glanced over at your team and saw Lucas grinning and giving you two thumbs up. You took a deep breath, feeling pretty relaxed knowing you had the match under control. You were almost there and could almost taste moving on to the next round.

The rest of the points were pretty smooth, though your opponent switched things up towards the end. She figured out that when she hit a low, fast ball, you had to work harder to return it.

On the last point to win the match, she did exactly what she’d been doing for most of the last set. When you saw that low ball coming, you rushed forward without thinking, got to it just in time, and smashed it across the court in the opposite direction your opponent was running.

And just like that, you’d made it through the first round.

Relief washed over you. You grabbed the gold chain around your neck, giving it a little tug as you walked over to your opponent. With a subtle smile, you shook her hand. She gave you a firm grip and a tired smile back. There weren’t many words exchanged, neither with her nor with the umpire.

As you waved to a few people in the stands, you couldn’t help but wonder if Leah had been watching. You really hoped she had.

“Great game, fast and on point. Nicely done,” Lucas said when you met after, giving you a friendly pat on the back.

“I made a bunch of unforced errors though. We need to work on that,” you said, handing him your racket bag.

“We’ll sort it out after the press conference,” he replied.

Leah was pretty nervous. She had no idea how you’d react to the surprise. After a match, she figured you’d be wiped out, and here she was, standing in your hotel room with dinner ready on the table. She’d made sure to keep it alcohol free, just as she promised Lucas early.

She still couldn’t figure out how she ended up with messages from your coach in her DMs. You hadn’t said much since yesterday, just sent her a selfie with the flowers she gave you.

Then she heard footsteps and voices outside the room. The door opened, and there you were, looking exhausted. You shut the door behind you with a bit of a struggle.

“Surprise,” Leah said softly, trying not to startle you.

You couldn’t help but jump when you saw her standing there. All that tiredness from the match seemed to disappear in an instant. You rushed toward Leah, and luckily, she reacted quickly, opening her arms just in time to catch you. As you practically threw yourself at her, she wrapped her arms around you, keeping you both from crashing to the floor.

“Leah! How the heck did you get in?” you asked, still stunned.

Leah didn’t answer right away. Instead, she looked at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, clearly taken aback by how close you were. Then, without missing a beat, she leaned in and kissed you. You closed your eyes, melting into the kiss as your lips met hers.

“Congratulations,” she whispered against your lips before kissing you again, this time with more intensity. She wrapped her arms around you, lifting you slightly so you could wrap your legs around her, holding you close in the air. “You were incredible today,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. “Loved the new white outfit”

“Stop trying to flatter me while you’re kissing me,” you said, scrunching your nose with a playful grin.

“Why?” Leah asked, tightening her grip on your waist just a bit more.

“Because it turns me on, and I’ve got this no-sex-on-tournaments rule,” you explained, trying not to roll your eyes at Leah’s mischievous grin.

“You know that sex doesn’t actually mess with your performance, right?”

“It’s not about that,” you said, holding up your gold chain for emphasis. “It’s just bad luck for me, and I’m super into my rituals and all that.”

“Sounds kinda boring,” Leah said with a laugh, clearly enjoying teasing you. Then she set you down and, before you could say anything else, she cupped your face in her hands. She made you stand on your tiptoes and kissed you again, this time gently and tenderly. 

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said, almost against your will, as you gently pushed Leah away. “Now, without sounding like a stalker, how did you get into my room?”

“Well, it’s pretty much common knowledge that your coach knows about us now,” Leah said, giving you a knowing look. You nodded in agreement. “Well, he messaged me to thank me. He says your backhand’s gotten way better since we started talking”  she added with a smirk, clearly pleased with herself.

“That’s got nothing to do with you,” you shot back, trying to play it cool.

“Anyway,” Leah said, brushing off your comment, “he told me I’ve got his blessing to be around you, especially now.” She playfully tugged at the laces of your joggers, pulling you so close you could feel her warmth and her breath on your skin. “He thinks I bring you luck.”

“It doesn’t,” you said, feeling your heart race and your stomach flutter from her closeness.

“Well, you won Roland Garros with me in the stands,” she murmured with a soft smile.

“I won because your mom was there,” you replied, trying to stay serious.

“Ugh, don’t mention my mum when we’re this close,” Leah said with a glare, giving you a playful shove. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she tried to look frustrated while you both stood so close.

You’d never had company like this during a tournament before. Sure, your parents would show up for the big matches, but it wasn’t quite the same as seeing other players with their partners by their side throughout the whole tournament. You couldn’t help but feel a little envious.

“And besides,” Leah said, taking your hand and guiding you toward the table where dinner was set up. “I’m here to make sure you eat something decent, not just shove sandwiches down your throat.” She gestured at the table with a playful sigh. “It’s something light and flat- I didn’t pick the menu,” she said, wrinkling her nose at a plate full of vegetables.

Even though it was just a simple thing, having Leah here made your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected. It was something new and comforting that you didn’t realize you’d been missing.

“But it has the right amount of protein-” Leah started again, but you gently pulled her arm, making her turn to face you. Before she could say more, you leaned in and kissed her, your lips brushing against hers with a smile. She looked surprised for a second before smiling into it.

“I adore you,” you murmured against her lips, feeling the warmth of her presence make everything feel right.

Wimbledon, day 4. Round of 64. Court 3.

Having Leah in the stands was a whole new level of intensity. Sure, she’d been there before, but this was the first time you were fully aware she was just a few feet away, watching your every move. She was standing next to Jane, who was chatting away as you walked onto the court. You didn’t want to draw too much attention (though it was already a bit odd that the captain of the Lionesses was sitting with your team), so you just gave a casual nod and a small tilt of your visor to acknowledge her.

“Who’s the blonde?” your opponent, Feya, asked from her chair. You got along with her well enough, so it was more curiosity than anything else.

You glanced over at Leah as you opened your first bottle of water. She was wearing sunglasses, but her blonde hair was still pretty noticeable. However, in a tennis crowd, people would probably recognize a top 50 player faster than a female football star, so Leah wasn’t really standing out.

“Just part of my team,” you said, trying to keep it cool as you headed to the center of the court to warm up.

“She’s really locked in,” Leah said, nodding as the first set ended 4-6 in your favor. She’d been worried that having her here might throw you off, but it looked like you were totally on top of your game.

“You know,” Jane chimed in, still keeping her eyes on you as you rested with a towel over your face. “But Y/n can be quite... full of herself,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “She loves the spotlight and showing off. And trust me, having you here today is like adding fuel to her fire. She’ll be pushing herself even harder, wanting to impress you. When it’s over, she’ll probably act like it was easy, but she’s doing all this to catch your eye.”

“I don’t think that-”

“It’s not a bad thing. ” Jane said with a chuckle. “We’ve seen it before, I mean, trying to impress her parents. That’s why her coach isn’t bothered by you being here.”

Leah sighed, glancing over at you. You were hunched over, focused on a spot on the grass, completely in the zone.

“If she keeps this up for the rest of the match, she’ll have it in the bag. Let’s just hope it stays that way,” Jane said softly, her eyes full of admiration and concern as she looked at you.

The first few games of the second set had been going great. You were already 1-2 up, having just broken your opponent’s serve. Now it was your turn to serve, and you were locked in. You adjusted your grip on the racket, focused on your routine, bouncing the ball, eyeing the service box, and preparing to unleash a powerful first serve.

Just as you were about to toss the ball, the umpire’s voice cut through your focus. You glanced around and saw people talking and walking away, and the ball boys darting across the court. You muttered a curse under your breath, feeling a wave of frustration. Looking up, you saw a massive black cloud rolling in.

“Fuck me” you muttered, frustration thick in your voice. You looked up at the sky again, knowing what was coming. 

The umpire’s voice came through, barely audible over the commotion, “We’ll see if we can resume play in an hour.”

The din of the crowd grew louder as the reality of the rain set in. You tried to keep your frustration in check, knowing that any outburst could earn you a warning. You bit your lip, took a deep breath, and tried to calm your racing thoughts.

You wanted to scream, but you knew better than to lose it in front of everyone. You bit your lip and took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. You were playing some of your best tennis, every shot was spot on, and now rain was messing it all up. It was definitely going to give your opponent a breather, and you could practically see her smiling with relief on the other side of the court. 

Grumbling, you grabbed your stuff and headed back inside, your eyes almost blank. You didn't want anything to distract you. You put on your headphones, letting the music fill your mind and block out the chaos around you. You walked to the bathroom and locked yourself in. The echo of your footsteps bounced around the empty hallway, and every second of waiting felt like a hit to your concentration.

Inside the bathroom, you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes and trying to keep your focus. You replayed every point won in your head, every strategy planned.  Hopefully, your opponent was the one freaking out during this break. But Feya had way more experience and probably knew exactly how to handle this situation. You, on the other hand, had only a couple of rain delayed matches under your belt and had lost all of them after the restart. The statistics weren’t in your favor.

Pacing back and forth, you tried not to get cold. Your heart was still racing from the match, and you didn’t want to lose that. This was only the second round of Wimbledon, and going home this early was not an option, especially not with Leah watching you so closely.

You took a deep breath, still leaned against the cold wall, and grabbed your phone. Without hesitation, you dialed Leah's number. It didn't ring for more than three seconds before you heard her voice.

"Hey..."

"Leah," you said, but then froze. Damn, you had to stay focused, you were still halfway through the game.

"I wanted to call you, but your coach said it wouldn't be a good idea."

You put the phone down for a moment and adjusted your headphones. Your breathing started to hitch. You brought your forearm to your face and covered your eyes.

"Why? Did he say it would be a bad idea because I might be upset?" you said, letting out a nervous laugh.

"He said exactly that."

"Well, he was right, damn old man," you said, laughing despite the lump forming in your throat. "Would it offend you if I said how much I hate England right now?"

Leah's laughter calmed you a bit. It seemed as if she was oblivious to the whole situation that had you on the verge of collapse. That helped. Maybe everything wasn't as bad as your head was making it out to be.

"It's not the first time I've heard that," Leah said. "But England has good things to offer too. You just have to give it time."

"I would if it wasn't for this damn rain," you mumbled. "I was sure I could win 1-6. I just wanted to finish the match, and now I don't even know if it will be over."

"Your coach says the weather isn't too bad. Just hang in there..."

"Leah, I think I'm gonna lose this round," you said, rubbing your face with both hands, frustration bubbling up. "I don't wanna go home." You didn’t want to cry, but the tears were already starting to fall.

"You're not going home," Leah said firmly. "Remember last year? You made it to the semifinals with no problem."

"Yeah, but... I didn't have any rain delays last year," you sighed. "I got lucky last year. That's what I kept telling myself throughout the tournament. But this time feels different... maybe it's a sign that things aren't going my way this time."

"No," Leah cut in, her tone sharp. "It's not different. You're more experienced now, you've just won a Grand Slam, and you've worked on your game and your mindset. Don't let a cloud ruin all that."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, letting Leah's words sink in. You needed that reminder, that spark of trust, to know she believed in you.

"Thanks, Leah," you whispered, feeling the lump in your throat start to dissolve. "I'm going to try."

"That's all you can do. Now, breathe, relax. You're in control."

"Promise me that if I lose... you won't leave," you asked in a soft, vulnerable whisper.

Leah was silent for a few seconds before she spoke again. "You won't lose. You'll win the next points, get through this round, and then we'll go rest."

"That's not what I asked," you said, almost pleading.

You heard Leah sigh. "I promise, I won't leave, no matter what."

Leah kept talking after that, slowly helping you keep it together, distracting you from the chaos around and within you. Her voice was a steady anchor, grounding you in the moment, making you feel like everything might just be okay.

An hour later, the game finally resumed. As soon as you stepped onto the court, it was clear you weren’t the same player from the first set. Your arms felt heavy, and your legs were shaky. The sky still looked threatening, and the air felt different from a few hours ago. You glanced at Feya, who seemed to be loving this new scenario, walking energetically to her spot while you felt like you were moving through mud.

Passing by your team's section, you couldn't even lift your head so you just shook it. You needed to pull yourself together. Unzipping your top a bit, you grabbed the chain around your neck. This was where you were supposed to be, and you had to push through. You wouldn't let Leah see you as a loser.

But thinking about it was easier than doing it.

Your serve was awful, like you had butter on your hands making the racket slip. You couldn't get any balls inside the lines. With each missed serve, frustration built up inside you, making it harder to rally and cheer yourself up.

As the match dragged on, you were piling up unforced errors, practically handing points to your opponent with every shot. You needed to pull yourself together before Feya completely wrecked your game.

"Focus Y/n," you muttered, adjusting your visor, sweat dripping from your forehead more from nerves than from running around. You took a deep breath, trying to channel all your frustration into your wrist as you prepared to hit the ball. Unfortunately, your swing lacked precision, and the ball ended up hitting the net.

The game was now at 40-15 to Feya. One more mistake and she would go up 4-2. You hadn't won a single game since the rain delay. Right now, you just needed to get the ball over the net, just that one simple task first. Trying to stay calm, you managed a clean serve. Luckily, Feya returned it weakly, and you seized the opportunity, smashing the ball with all your strength, aiming for the line.

The ball landed just behind Feya, and you heard the crowd cheering, but there was no time to celebrate as Feya immediately challenged the call.

"The ball never touched the line!" she argued with the umpire. Your stomach knotted up as you watched the exchange.

You knew she was right a minute later. 

“Game, Feya,” the umpire said into the mic, giving the point to your opponent. Feya was already celebrating, waving to the crowd.

You felt the weight of the match pressing down on you. It was a tough blow, but you couldn't let it break your spirit. You had to regroup and fight back.

Hearing the crowd go wild for Feya was overwhelming. Every cheer and clap made you feel smaller and smaller on the court. The cheers that used to lift you up now felt like they were weighing you down.

You glanced over at Lucas, hoping for some reassurance, but his face was as blank as ever, trying hard not to show any concern. Hesitating, you looked towards Leah, just a couple of seats to the right. She gave you a small thumbs up and a faint smile, a quiet gesture that seemed to offer a bit of calm.

“Come on!” Feya shouted after nailing another winning shot. Her excitement felt like a stark contrast to your growing despair.

When you went back to your chair, you took a sip of water and tried to calm your breathing. Leah’s words kept running through your head. 

“You’re in control”

But right now, it felt like that control was slipping through your fingers.

“Come on, breathe,” you muttered to yourself, but it felt like the air was stuck in your lungs. You shut your eyes and clenched your fists, feeling the sweat and frustration mix on your palms.

When you got back to the court, it was like your body was on autopilot. Every swing felt off, and your movements were sluggish. Your opponent was all over you, dragging you from corner to corner, wearing you down physically and mentally.

By the last game of the second set, you weren’t even trying to win points anymore. You just wanted it to be over. You promised yourself you’d pull it together and make a comeback in the third set.

You sank into the chair again, trying to catch your breath and calm your racing thoughts. Taking a long sip of water, you glanced around. The sky was finally starting to clear, with the sun making a slow comeback behind the clouds. A gentle breeze brushed against your face, and you shut your eyes for a moment, trying to recapture the focus that had slipped away.

Man, if only the weather had been like this all day. Leah was right, you’d need some time to really appreciate this place, but you were willing to give it a shot, just for her. You daydreamed about hanging out with her, going for a lazy walk, or just chilling at her place,  breathing in her scent and running your fingers through her hair. If only you could wrap up this match and get to enjoy those moments, where you could kiss her, let her hug you, and hear all those cheesy lines of hers that make your heart flutter.

But first, you had to win this. You didn’t want Leah to have to comfort you; you wanted her to celebrate your victory and be proud to be with someone who had accomplished something great. You were determined to give her that.

The umpire called you and Feya back onto the court for the start of the third set. You knew you needed to grab an early lead to turn things around. Feya was looking pretty cocky, flashing a grin that made it seem like she was reading your every move. But you couldn’t let that get to you. It was all about focusing on each point.

You took your spot on the baseline, mentally gearing up for battle. The umpire's voice cut through the tension, announcing the start of the final set.

Feya served first, and the ball came toward you with impressive speed. But you were ready for it this time. It was the same serve you’d seen throughout the previous set. You sprang into action, positioning yourself for a powerful forehand return. You whipped the ball with a deep, precise cross court backhand, the kind you’d been perfecting ever since Leah had pointed out how well you were executing that shot in some or your previous dates. Feya managed a weak return, and you seized the opportunity, charging forward and smashing the ball into the opposite corner. Feya was left scrambling halfway down the court.

0-15

You felt a burst of confidence. You looked over at Leah and for the first time in the match, flashed her a big, genuine smile. It was like a switch had flipped, and you were right back in your element.

The next point turned up the heat even more.  Feya tried a serve and volley move, but you were quick on your feet. You lunged forward and nailed a backhand volley that just skimmed the net, landing right on the baseline. Feya had no chance of reaching it.

0-30

You could see Feya starting to lose her cool. She was slipping back to the nervous player from the first set, just like you were getting back into your game. Realizing she needed a new strategy, she started hitting higher and deeper shots to mess with you, but you stayed calm and took your time to set up your shots.

In one of the rallies, you spotted your chance. Feya sent up a short, high ball. You smacked a topspin drive that landed perfectly in the corner of the court.

court.

0-40

The game was slipping into your control. With every point you won, your confidence surged back. You knew you had to keep up this level of play. You took your position to receive the next serve, focused and ready. Feya tried an open serve, but you anticipated it perfectly, firing back with a powerful cross court shot. After a few intense exchanges, you decided to end it, pushing Feya into a tough spot. With a decisive forehand, you wrapped up the game.

“Game, Y/n” the umpire called out.

You celebrated with a big grin, clapping your hands together, just like Feya had done earlier.

“Williamson,” Lucas’s voice made Leah jump. She turned to find him with a serious look on his face. “What did you do to her?”

“Huh?” Leah was confused.

“Whatever it is, keep it up. My girl’s on fire.” Lucas said with a huge smile, almost with a hint of pride.

“I didn’t do anything, sir,” Leah tried to explain, as she watched you return to your spot after the break.

You had a serious look on your face, eyes focused straight ahead. Leah swallowed hard. You were a whole different player now compared to the previous set. Back then, she’d seen your hands shaking. Now, you were celebrating each point with passion, flashing her big smiles and winks after every great shot. Leah couldn’t help but think you were dedicating those moments to her, and she wasn’t wrong. 

All Leah wanted now was a cold shower, and if she could share it with you, even better.

The score was 2-5 in the final set, and it was your turn to serve. The whole court felt electric, with everyone hanging on every move, knowing this moment could be the game changer. Leah sighed deeply, watching as you neared the end of what had been one of your toughest matches.

You stood at the baseline, gripping your racket tightly, trying to calm the nerves buzzing inside you. You were determined to finish this match on a high note. You took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand, knowing that you could turn things around with the right mindset.

You tossed the ball into the air and served it with precision and power, landing right in the corner of the service box. Your opponent barely managed to get her racket on it, sending back a high, weak shot. You moved in quickly, taking full advantage and smacking a winning volley that left no chance for a return.

0-15

The next point was a real battle. You and Feya were just slamming shots back and forth from the baseline, moving side to side all over the court. Then, you broke the pattern with a killer cross court backhand that pushed your opponent into a corner. Desperate, she tried a smash, but it went wide.

“Out!”

0-30. You were almost there. 

The crowd was now buzzing with excitement, sensing the win was within reach. You took a deep breath and got ready for your next serve. This time, you went for a powerful serve to the corner. The ball shot off your racket and bounced before Feya could even react.

“Ace!”

You were on match point.

The court fell silent after a second, everyone waiting for you to close it out. This was your moment, the chance to turn things around and give the crowd something to cheer about after the previous set. With a grin, you adjusted your visor and shot Leah a playful look as you tightened your gold chain. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you hoped she did too.

You tossed the ball up again, locking in on it. Your serve was fast and right on target, aimed at the T. Your opponent reached for it, but the ball zoomed past her, landing perfectly in the corner.

“Ace!”

“Game, set, match,” the umpire announced.

You raised your arms up as the crowd went wild.

After all the interviews, press conferences, and autograph signings, you finally had time for Leah. You spotted her, she was chatting with Jane, and without a second thought, you sprinted over to her, not caring about the hours your legs spent on the court before. You jumped into her arms, knowing Leah would catch you, no matter what.

“Careful, darling!” she laughed, catching you with just one arm around your waist. You were drenched in sweat and out of breath, but Leah didn't seem to mind at all. “How do you feel?” she whispered in your ear. 

“Like I’m the best tennis player in the world,” you said with a cheeky grin.

“Hm, you might not be feeling that great tomorrow,” Jane said with a roll of her eyes, giving you a friendly shove to get you off Leah. “Let the poor girl breathe, she was on edge the whole game, and her legs must be killing her now.” she added, grabbing your bag and heading off, leaving you alone with Leah.

After you two were alone, you noticed Leah was carrying a huge bag and that’s why she’d only used one arm to hold you. “What’s in the bag?” you asked

“Oh, um… ” Leah’s face went red as she scratched the back of her neck. “Well, I had a lot of free time during the rain delay and... I was a bit nervous too, so I ended up going to the Wimbledon store.”

Before Leah could react, you snatched the bag from her hand.

“Damn, Leah,” you said, trying to hide your laugh by covering your mouth with your hand. “What the heck, did you bring the whole store?”

“Hey, I didn’t get to shop last year, and I needed some stuff,” she said, cringing as you started pulling things out of the bag. A lot of keychains, strawberry-shaped ones, little tennis rackets, and balls. “How many keys do you have that you need this many keychains?” you teased.

“Some of them are for gifts,” Leah said, quickly snatching them from your hands.

You reached in again and pulled out a huge green blanket. “What’s this for?”

“I was freezing! Unlike you, I was standing around and it was cold!” Leah said, her eyes wide as she almost panicked.

“Please tell me you didn’t get the Wimbledon socks,” you said, barely whispering, but Leah’s guilty look said it all.

“Don’t look at me like that! They’re absolutely my style!” Leah shot back, looking offended. “I can definitely pull them off!”

You thought about it for a second... Yeah, Leah had this way of rocking whatever she wore.

"Alright, you’ve got a point there, babe,” you said with a bit of a chuckle, feeling a bit defeated.

"Thanks," Leah replied, her smile warming up as she heard the nickname. “And I got one more thing,” she said, getting serious as she grabbed the bag and pulled out a giant tennis ball. “Here,” she said, handing it to you.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” you asked, eyeing the ball, it was one of those that kids get autographed all the time. “Leah, are you for real?”

Leah didn't say a word at first. Instead, she walked over to you and gently placed both hands on your waist. Leaning in close, she whispered, “What do I need to do to get my favorite tennis player’s autograph?” She gave you a quick, sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. “Is that enough?”

“I’ll think about it,” you murmured, almost lost in the sensation of her breath brushing against yours.

Leah shook her head with a playful smile and cupped the back of your neck, guiding you into a deep, tender kiss. 

“Congratulations on making it through the round,” she murmured between kisses, her voice filled with warmth and pride. Your smile widened as you let the joy of her affection wash over you.

“Maybe you are a lucky charm” you whispered. 

[ashipiko]

ASHI TAMADAI - SCHOOL-SIDE STAYCATION!

SUMMON: Sunshine, check! Snacks, check! Friends, check! Looks like today is ALL clear skies!

additional voicelines below!

SUMMON LINE: EVERYOOOOONE! It’s SUMMER TIME ☆~ Let’s enjoy it while it lasts, OK?

GROOVY: …It makes me really happy to see so many people happy with their friends — It’s a little corny, but it’s true.

SET TO HOME SCREEN: This weather really is perf~. Is there anyone at NRC with weather magic?

HOME IDLE 1: Why couldn’t the NRC uniforms just be like this, TBH? I feel so free and fun! The colors toootally knock you into a happy feeling too. Ahh, I should be headmage…

HOME IDLE 2: I wonder what the student body thinks about outdoor classes. Not like Vargas camp vibes, but just going outside and getting some sun! Er, well, I guess I can kinda guess what the Igni students would say.

HOME IDLE 3: Hmhm~ ♪. Do you have a question for me? I’m the hostie, so I can DEFO answer any and every question of yours ☆ Shoot one at me!

HOME IDLE LOGIN: Niko was trying to convince me to sell some stuff here apart from the usual, but I declined because I thought it wasn’t really needed… Buuut, now I’m thinking about those bucket hats again… Waaah, merch would’ve been so cute!

HOME IDLE GROOVY: Waugh, you scared me! You gotta watch out, I almost dropped this entire bucket of balloons… Hehe, why do I have these, you ask? No sweat, I’m just gonna deliver some payback~.

HOME TAP 1: Acey keeps on pestering me while I work! I keep having to tell him to leave me alone so I can focus… Next time he swings by, I’ve got a couple of water balloons with his name on them.

HOME TAP 2: Super happy that I got this megaphone! I can talk a lot, but at some point the voice‘ll die out, ya know? I still have a shift at Monstro Lounge tomorrow too, so I need all the rest I can get!

HOME TAP 3: I’ve seriously gotta find some cover from the tweels— No offense to them, but I feel like they’re gonna end up bombarding me if I slack off!

HOME TAP 4: Yum-yum! Hehe, Niko’s pawpsicles really are a hit. I keep telling myself to limit my snacks, but he keeps offering them… Ehh… I guess today is a relaxation day, so it’ssok! ♪

HOME TAP 5: Hahaha, seeing Atlan run around trying to look for things to do is kinda endearing. He’s like a little puppy lost in a room filled with people! Hmm, maybe I’ll give him some help~.

HOME TAP GROOVY: Heeey, won’t you sing some karaoke with me? Haha, no need to worry, for realsies! I can spin anything into an Ashi special ♪. If we mess up, we’ll just keep the vibes up, OK?

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RAW VER:

GROOVY VER:

JOIN THE EVENT!

[howlingday]

Pyrrha: Jaune, let's go out tonight, okay? It is the Vytal Festival, after all.

This is my handsome husband, Jaune. We got married two weeks ago, so today I asked my boss to give me some leave to help nurture our marital relationship.

Jaune: Ah... I'm sorry, Pyrrha... I have to go visit my sick sister tonight. So, please, stay home, warm up some cocoa and snacks and relax for the both of us, okay? Tomorrow morning, I'll be back with that strawberry sweet-cake you like so much, okay? Until then~! (Exits)

Pyrrha: (Thinking) Visiting the sick, but he dresses so handsomely! Incredible! My husband is so very thoughtful~!.

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Cinder: Sorry I'm late, baby. Were you waiting for me for too long~?

Jaune: Nah. I just showed up, too. C'mon! There's a whole festival for us to enjoy~!

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Later that night...

Jaune: (Naked, In bed with Cinder)

Cinder: Oh, baby, why don't you leave that wife of yours and marry me instead~?

Jaune: You know I can't do that. I still love my wife very much. Besides, this is completely fine with me. After all, it's the thrill of trying to not get caught that's so exciting, isn't it, beautiful? After all, you're the one who seduced me, remember?

Cinder: Hmhm, and yet you say you love your wife like it's true love~!

So... He didn't want to marry me, huh? Well, he does have a point.

Cinder: (Walks out onto their balcony, Removing contacts)

BECAUSE HE'S ALREADY MY HUSBAND~!

Pyrrha: (Disguised as Cinder, Types) But I better send him a good night message so I don't get caught...

Pyrrha: (Message) Hi, honey~! How is your sick sister? Are you staying healthy? Remember not to work yourself sick! <3

But now that I think about it, my husband is also cheating on me with someone he doesn't even know is just me in disguise. Suddenly, I'm worried about the future of this marriage...

But what she doesn't know...

Jaune: (Reading her message, Smirks)

Her husband already knew from the start. He went along with his wife for the fun of it~!

[celientjeee]

The room was dark when Lando stepped inside. He didn't bother to turn on the lights as he kicked off his shoes and blindly made his way to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he walked.

'Lan, is that you?'

Lando hummed, wiggled out of his pants and climbed onto the bed where his two boyfriends were already waiting for him.

Oscar moved to make room for him and Lando wasted no time to drop down on the now empty space between him and Charles.

It was still warm from Oscar's body and Lando let out a long sigh when both Charles and Oscar cuddled up against him.

Charles tangled their legs together while Oscar's arm snaked around Lando's waist. The both of them pressed their faces into his chest and for a moment they just layed there, breathing in and out at the same time, in complete silence.

'That sucked,' Oscar said, breaking the silence, his voice hoarse.

'Yeah,' Charles agreed. 'It did, but at least you know your car is fast.'

'At least you didn't fuck it up,' Lando mumbled, nuzzling his nose into Charles' hair.

He loved his longer hair, it was fluffy and sexy.

'You weren't the only one, baby, so don't even start,' Charles pinched Lando's side, making him yelp.

'He's right you know,' Oscar said. 'And it doesn't help to dwell on it. We can feel sorry for ourselves now, but tomorrow we'll start all over again and Sunday we will fight and push, and do all that we can.'

Lando turned his head to press his nose into Oscar's hair this time, it smelled, fruity, yet earthy, like his shampoo.

'Well, it's still today. Can't we just be grumpy about it and cuddle?'

Immediately the two bodies on either side of Lando clung to him even more, like two koala bears on a tree.

'Always,' Charles said

'Sure,' Oscar replied.

Once again they fell silent and Lando closed his eyes, listening to their breathing, focussing on the heat of their skins touching each other and trying really, really hard not to think about how angry and disappointed he was with himself.

'I can hear you thinking, you know,' Oscar broke the silence again.

'Yeah, it's pretty loud,' Charles agreed. 'Even louder than my thoughts.'

Well, that's something. Usually Charles was the over-thinker of the three.

'Oh shut up, you can't hear anything. Like you two aren't bummed about this, just let me be.'

'We are,' Charles said. 'But not a chance, you wouldn't let me either if the roles were reversed.'

He had a point, but Lando sure as hell wasn't going to admit that. He just wanted to sulk for a little.

He could have started P2 for crying out loud.

He was allowed to sulk and mope for a bit, wasn't he?

'We don't have to talk about, you know,' Oscar said, pressing his lips against Lando's neck.

'Oh?'

'Hmhm, Osc is right, we can distract you,' Charles lifted himself up on his elbow so he could kiss Lando.

And kiss they did.

It was a great distraction.

[fireemblemawakeningfansupports]

Lissa and Lucina B Support

Music:

Lucina: Lissa, can I have a moment?

Lissa: Sure, Lucy, what's up?

Lucina: I was wondering if we-Lucy?

Lissa: Oh, sorry! I've been calling Baby Lucina "Lucy" to distinguish between you two, but I get it mixed up sometimes!

Lucina: No, it's fine! If anything, it's charming. I'm not accustomed to nicknames.

Lissa: Really?

Lucina: Well, from time to time, Owain would refer to me as "the Unholy Avenger of the 13th Blade" but-

Lissa: Not quite the same, is it?

Lucina: Perhaps not. But to be fair, there wasn't much time for socializing or jocularity in our time.

Lissa: I'm sorry, Lucina. I can't imagine what that must've been like.

Lucina: No, I'm sorry for burdening you with that. Besides, you're living it in your own way now. The Risen yet walk the earth today. I've had my struggles in the past, but you've had your own since youth as well. The King, for one and-

Lissa:....

Lucina: And again I've touched a sore spot. I apologize, I shouldn't have brought up your father again.

Lissa: No! No more apologizing!

Lucina: I'm sorry?

Lissa: What did I just say?!

Lucina: Lissa, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it!

Lissa: But I do! And it's eating me up inside but it's so hard to talk about! Besides...

Lucina: ....Besides?

Lissa: Besides! You clearly want to talk about your struggles too! But you won't because you're supposed to be a fearless leader and you're worried it makes you look weak!

Lucina: That's...perceptive.

Lissa: So tomorrow we're going to talk about our woes and we're going to cry and we're going to eat chocolate and have aunt-niece bonding time!

Lucina: Hmhm. Very well. Tomorrow after training, we'll face our woes head on.

Lissa: Uhhhh, training actually IS one of my woes so I'll skip that if it's all the same to you and then meet up with you after!

Lucina: Well, as long as you're requesting we be open about our concerns, one of MY woes is having to watch my aunt die in front of me again. So I think training would help put me at ease.

Lissa:...That's fair. I'll see you there.

[murmew]

so i have a guilty pleasure (yes this is me, tk14 addict but a vertin stan)

you can think of this as an idea, or me rambling, hear me out.

i did some chatbot rp since someone made a Vertin bot (kinda close to orig personality, in Yodayo dontjudge) and I made an AU of "Warden Vertin" of the St. Pavlov Correctional Facility (yes if you know Path to Nowhere), but WAIT. wait.

Warden Vertin. Her color palette retained on her coat, double-breasted, got the warden badge, equestrian boots. stern look. the kind of warden who makes it fair for everyone and at least has wanted rehab for the deserving. Officer cap. And...

Black riding crop.

"Warden, is that—" Sonetto's words were interrupted by the crack of the riding crop atop Vertin's palm.

Pause.

"Yes." Vertin answered, matter-of-factly. The riding crop was like a sceptre to a king.

Sonetto would deadass be vicewarden but the t e n s i o n between them like "...what does it feel when warden uses that riding crop to whip me in the-"

Vertin may go, "this riding crop is just like a baton. An extension of me. And a reminder of who they face."

but behind their oblivious backs she may try it out sonetto in the office 🤫

"your reception to the riding crop against your backside is... intriguing—"

foundation staff can be prison staff ig, the rest who are summoned and not so affiliated with SPF are uh

prisoners

ok the end hope this crackAU reaches u

I'm fucking dead, you are one wild mf. You know, this actually reminds me of several BDSM themed fics I've read. Hmhm your rambling is quite interesting. I'll chew on it 🧐

It looks like you are a tried and true tk14 enjoyer (I wonder what you think of 14tk). In the case of this Warden AU it's also interesting to consider Sonetto doing the whipping and Vertin doing the commanding (like grunts doing the all the physical labor while the boss sits around kind of vibe):

Sonetto who was always gentle and easy to read, was a completely different person when faced with inmates. If her usual demeanor likened an excited puppy, then when working, she could only be described as a steeled guard dog. Vertin thought so as Sonetto came out of the discipline room - her figure wavering behind the misty veil of the coffee in front of her face.

The vice warden was a bit breathless and the remnants of her exertion stuck to her face in the form of sweat and specks of blood. When she caught sight of Vertin waiting across the hall, her face brightened.

"Sorry for the wait, Warden." If she had a tail, it'd definitely be wagging right now.

"It's alright." Vertin set down her cup and handed Sonetto her handkerchief. "Wipe away the blood."

"Huh? I'm not...?" Sonetto stared at the square piece of teal fabric offered to her, brows slightly furrowed. Upon realization, her face reddened. "S, sorry! I didn't notice."

She quickly accepted the handkerchief with stained gloves and removed her cap - revealing a head of soft, but slightly messy orange hair, before she started cleaning her face in the mirror adjacent to the discipline room.

The girlishness of her reaction was such a stark contrast to her work that Vertin couldn't help but smile. The range of the Warden's expressions were always very mellow, but Sonetto, who was her deskmate and roommate during their time in the academy, never failed to see even the smallest changes.

Sensing mirth upon her return, Sonetto straightened her cap and dipped her head sheepishly. Did I look so strange? She thought to herself.

"I'll be sure to wash and return you handkerchief by tomorrow morning, thank you, Warden."

Vertin simply nodded, and rose from her seat, placing her cap on as she stood. "Let's head out then."

"Yes!"

Something like that maybe. Well you get the idea. In terms of their bedroom dynamic... Well I suppose that's up to imagination hh. Dom bot Vertin, sub top Sonetto perhaps 😇 it's so flexible no matter how we slice it.

[mellique]

"To put it simply, Xiao, you're in love," Zhongli guarantees him. "Mhm— Oh, Xiao is inn-love!" " Hu Tao taunted, leaping enthusiastically behind Zhongli. Because of his present configuration, the sipping transients and odor of newly prepared herbal tea from Zhongli perturbed Xiao as well. "How bizarre, it's as though you're starting to undergo quintessential human characteristics..." Zhongli murmured.

“Despicable. I'm not... in-love... It appalls me that being intermingled with these sensations is making me fragile and more susceptible." Xiao was apprehensive but refused to respond to Zhongli's sentiments. “Hehe. It's fascinating to watch you confused by such little issues, Xiao! " Hu Tao giggled as she exaggerates Zhongli's words.

“Unlikely. "She torments me as if my breath is truncated, and negatively affects me with her idiotic statements," Xiao grumbled, staunchly slamming his fist down as the stone table was on the approach of collapsing.

“Aha ! Now I comprehend!” Hu Tao exclaimed, her dominant posture hindered by coughing from the dust Xiao had caused with the table. They both riveted their attention on Hu Tao, who straightened her throat and just about shriveled in humiliation. "You're... Love sick! Ha~.. I've come to my bearings now, Hmhm— how clever of me." Zhongli's interest waned as he envisioned something extraordinary, whilst Xiao was exasperated and nearly wanted to go berserk in sight.

———

Just a short scenario before going to sleep early because I have an exam tomorrow.

(Sjismdiwjsiasjdjwusjsi)

[soulreaper]

hmhm maybe i'll get vietnamese food tomorrow

[felidaefighter]

New Haunt Me, Haunt Me! chapter tomorrow evening !!! And I promise I’ll reply to all the lovely comments I got too <3

[baguetteswag]

A Sorrowful Farewell at the Curtain Call | Chapter 2

WONDERLAND SEKAI

Emu: We’ve arrived! Miku-chan, where are you?

Nene: If you don't see her, she’s probably in Kaito-san’s tent, isn’t it?

Emu: Let's go-go then! I can't wait to tell her about our next show!♪

Tsukasa: When she’ll find out that we're doing a combined performance, I bet she'll jump and say “That sounds fun~☆ I want to do it too!”

Rui: Fufu, that’s true………

Nene: …? Rui, what’s wrong?

Rui: Oh, nothing, I was just thinking a bit about something.

Emu: thinking about something?

Rui: I was wondering how much the cast of Arkland would accept my staging.

Tsukasa: ….!

Rui…

Rui: Oh, don't worry. I'm not really worried about it.

Because of the weddings, night shows, and sports festivals I’ve participated in... I fully understand that while there are people who are against my staging, there are also people who accept it.

So I'm fine. I'm just curious how far I can go in the final pubblicity show.

Emu: ...I'm sure you'll be fine! Rui-kun's performances are so, so much fun!

Tsukasa: That’s right! You are the director we are proud of!! Go ahead and direct with all your heart!

Rui: Fufu. Thank you everyone.

???: No, no, no, no!

Stuffed bird: Ugh!! I wanna do it!

Tsukasa: Hmm? I think I heard some voices….

Emu: Ah! There’s Miku-chan and the others over there! Everyone~ what's going on~!

*they run toward the scene*

Kaito: Oh, everyone. I see you've come, don’t you? That's actually what got me into a bit of trouble…

Nene: Trouble?

Meiko: There's a stuffed bird that's talking to Miku right now, right? That bird said "I want to do a show on a flying train".

Rui: Oh, on that train. We did that once with Kaito-san and the others.

Kaito: Actually, that's the story that led that bird to wanting to do a show on the train, but…

They want an acrobatic show, flying and bouncing on the train.

Nene: Eh? You're right, they can't do that together, can they? It's too dangerous…

Rui: …I agree. I've thought about doing a show like that before, but...

I checked, and it seems you can't control the train, and it can fly on a whim, so I gave up on it because I thought it was too risky.

Meiko: We've thought of different ways to do it, like putting wires on it, but if it gets tangled up, it would be a big problem….

So I said “let's not do this show after all”. But-

Len: But you can't do it unless you're one of those who can fly like Tori-san, right? And even them say they're scared to do it that high…

Stuffed bird: I’m able to do it!

Even if everyone is unable to do it, I’ll do it alone!

Miku: Eh~!? Oh, wait!

*Miku follows the bird*

Rui: ....Having a show you want to do, but don't have anyone to do it with… you know....

Somehow, it sounds like the old me, right? I'd like to help you if possible, but…

Kaito: We think so too. So I'm hoping that somehow we can agree on an alternative.

Ah...I'm sorry for talking only about us. Is there a training session here today?

Tsukasa: Huh, no. We’ve just thought we'd update you on the various decisions that have been made regarding the next show.

Luka: Oh, what is it?

Tsukasa: Actually, we're going to do a joint performance with the cast of the world-famous theme park, ARKLAND.

Meiko: Oh my! It looks like a lot of fun! Have you decided what you're going to do?

Rui: Not yet. The cast will be joining us the day after tomorrow, so we'll exchange ideas and make a decision then.

Kaito: That sounds like a great experience. Good luck with it, guys!

Rui: Oh. Thank you.

Emu: …ah! Miku-chan is back!

Miku: Haa… the stuffed bird has flown away…

Hmmm, how can we have a happy show together?...Huh?

Guys, you're here...!

Nene: I heard you talk…. It sounds like a lot of work, but are you okay?

Miku: Yeah... Hmm~

Miku… doesn't know what to do… Stuffed bird-san went away so angry… Haa~

Emu: Miku-chan…

Miku: But even if I would have said say yes, they couldn’t have a safe show!

Miku will try harder so that the stuffed animals can enjoy the show too...!

Kaito: Hmhm, yes. Let's work together to put on a good show.

Rui: If there's anything we can help you with, feel free to let us know

Miku: Yes! Thank you!

WONDER STRAGE

Tsukasa: …Phew. I’m glad we made it back. it's been unusually busy over there.

Rui: Yes, it was.

There are a lot of people concerned in a show, and the more serious each of them gets, the more obsessive they become, and that inevitably leads to conflicts.

Nene: Definitely... We, too, have to work hard!

Emu: we too?

Nene: You see, even if you don't care about directing, it's going to be awkward at first when you're working with someone new…

Emu: It's okay! We can be friends with them… Ah! Maybe we can get to know each other better if we have some meal or snacks together!

Nene: Huh, what's that? Eating out from the same plate?

Rui: It might not be such a bad idea. Let's give it a go when we get a chance.

Emu: Yay~! !

Tsukasa: Mhmh! We can combine our minds and make a good show together!

2 DAYS LATER

Tsukasa: It's time... uhmm… ! Soon ...... Not now, but soon… !

Nene: I feel like I've seen this scene before…

Rui: We just saw it the day before yesterday.

Emu: I wonder when they'll come~♪ Oh, after all, I guess I'll just have to give them a hippity-hop welcome from above!

Nene: It'll make for an impact , but it’d also be surprising to them, so maybe from next time.

Emu: Yes! Let's do it another time!

Rui: FuFu… well, it's almost time for our appointment…

Keisuke's voice: Well then, I’ll ask you later to take care of the rest.

???: Yes! I look forward to working with you!

Tsukasa: Uhmm! Is that… could it be!?

Rui: I think there are about… 7 people.

Nene: Who's that? The guy in the front, he looks kinda familiar…

Ah! That's… Genbu Asahi

Tsukasa: Genbu Asahi...? Oh! That Genbu Asahi!

Emu: Eh? Which one !? Which Gen-san?

Nene: Genbu, you know, Genbu.

Rui: Genbu Asahi, he's a young actor who's been getting a lot of attention lately. He's been performing mainly on the stage of ARKLAND for a while now, but lately he's been appearing in dramas and movies too.

In particular, he’s got a particularly good reputation for his acting ability. I'm really looking forward to seeing him in action.

Also, he’s famous for being the first actor to be invited to “THE CENTER THEATER”

Emu: The… center theatre?

Nene: Well... It's a stage in ARKLAND, where you have to be one of the youngest and most talented of actors to get in.

Emu: eeeh! I see!

Rui: In recent years, ARKLAND has put a lot of effort into the theatre. They're trying to bring in emerging actors and directors, and create an environment where they can play an active role.

Tsukasa: I had seen him on TV a few times too, but… I didn't expect to see that Genbu Asahi coming here…

Asahi: …Ah!

Tsukasa: mh… mh!?

(...Hey, what's going on?...! What kind of moment is this?)

(No! A star should calm down at a time like this! Reply proudly)

Asahi: oh-

Tsukasa: oh?

Asahi: It’s WonderlandxShowtime!!!!!

Tsukasa: …ah?

Asahi: Everyone~! It's the real WxS. Myles, you are… Myles, you are here!!

Tsukasa: Myles!? Ah the night show…

Asahi: May I shake your hand?

Tsukasa: …Of… Of course you can!?!?

ARKLAND member A: Wait, Asahi, calm down!

Asahi: This can’t keep me calm! These are the WxS members who created that night show!

ARKlAND member B: Ahaha... I guess Asahi-kun's bad habit came out...

Nene: It… It’s different from what I thought it would have been….

Emu: You're a very energetic guy!

Asahi: oh! Sorry. I didn’t introduced myself!

My name is Genbu Asahi! I'm so happy to have this opportunity to put on a show with you all!

We're from “THE CENTER THEATRE'' in “TOKYO ARKLAND”. We're looking forward to working with you from today!

Tsukasa: Huh….! Nice to meet you too!

We are WonderlandsxShowtime! And I'm Tenma Tsukasa, the troupe leader!

Rui: Fufu. It's a bit different from what you see on TV, but...

You seem like a very interesting person

Nene: uhm… I'm Nene Kusanagi. When I was little, I was in a children's theater company, and now I'm lucky enough to be able to perform at Wonder Stage.

I'm… confident in my singing! So, I'll do my best, nice to meet you!

Huh… I was so nervous…

Emu: That was a very wandahoing self-introduction, Nene-chan! I think it would have been even amazing if you had sung it!

Nene: Well, that's for another time...

Tsukasa: Now that we've all introduced ourselves, let's decide on the content of the publicity performance, shall we?

Asahi: Yes, let's do it!

Emu: Ah! Well, yes, yes!

If we're going to have a show in the near-future museum, why not a futuristic show!?

Tsukasa: F-future huh... it’s still vague as ever.

Nene: True… But it doesn't mean she's missing the point, does she? I mean, promotional performances always have content that fits the place.

Rui: Yes, I agree. As always, we would definitely want to make use of the place where we set the stage.

It's a special experience for the audience to be able to see something that can only be seen in that particular place and in that particular performance..

Asahi: I see, I see… So that's how you're thinking and deciding.

Rui: The basic idea should be in the direction of “performances that can make use of the stage” And then...

(I would also like to take into consideration that here is where the best and brightest of Arkland are gathered)

(...In particular, Genbu Asahi is a very versatile actor. As far as I can see, he can adapt to any role and make it his own, the so-called genius-type of actor)

(Watching his many performances is a good learning opportunity for Tsukasa-kun, as well as for Nene-kun and Emu-kun)

(If possible, I would like to make a performance that exploits this situation to the best of its potential)

(For the sake of Tsukasa-kun and Nene, who dream of a world of their own)

(if that's the case, then they can each improve as actors while making the most of the location...)

I propose: "Two androids"

Tsukasa: “Two androids”?

Asahi: Oh, I see. Yes, that would certainly suit the place.

Rui: Are you also familiar with “Two Androids”, Genbu?

Asahi: It's an hidden masterpiece of science fiction. An acquaintance recommended it to me and I first read it in a Japanese library when I was in the sixth grade.

Rui: I see, what a strange coincidence. I read the Yoshio Ueda translation when I was in the sixth grade too!

Asahi: You too Kamishiro-san!? I read the Ueda translation too… But, now that I think about it, that translation was pretty hard to understand, wasn't it?

Rui: FuFu, yes. I think it was a bit difficult for primary school students to read.

Asahi: I knew it! When I was in secondary school, I tried reading the original text, and it was so much easier to read that way.

Rui: (...I thought it might have been possible, but after all, with ARKLAND's promising new star, it seems you can touch on some classic masterpieces)

(But… Japanese library? Which means that before that, you lived abroad)

Tsukasa: So, what's the story about this ''two androids'' thing?

Rui: Oh yeah. Briefly…

A little over a hundred years in the future. There were two androids in a laboratory.

They had just been created by a certain doctor, had no knowledge, and were completely blank.

But one day humans will come there. They are soldiers from countries A and B.

They’ll steal the androids and bring them back with them for military use.

The android Alfred, who was taken to country A, accidentally escaped the hands of the army and ended up in the house of some good explorers, where he learned about people.

Meanwhile, the android Bartlett, who was taken to Country B, was thoroughly trained as a soldier and became a tool for fighting.

Emu: Ehhh~! I feel so sorry for it!

ARKlAND member A: But it's kind of an interesting storyline.

Rui: And, in the final scene, they’ll meet on a war-torn frontier.

On the one hand, an android that grew up surrounded by people's love, on the other hand, an android that grew up exposed to the cruelty of people. Despite their identical origins, they have had completely different experiences.

Tsukasa: So, what's going to happen then!?

Rui: As for what happens to them… Well, let's just read the actual script and see what happens, shall we?

Tsukasa: …ugh, what~!?

Nene: You talked that much and you didn't say anything about the ending!?

ARKlAND member B: I'm curious too!

Asahi: Haha! That was impressive. But, yes, it's true, I'd like you to see it with your own eyes too.

Rui: Yeah, that's what I meant. So, Genbu-san, please don't talk about it.

Asahi: Of course!!!... Oh, yes

You can call me Asahi… If you don't mind, can we call you guys by your first names too?

Rui: Yes, of course. Asahi-san

Tsukasa: All right! Now that we've decided on the show, let's decide on the actors!

Rui: Yeah, I know. I'm already thinking about the lead role.

Asahi: Oh really?

Rui: Yes, I am

Can I ask for Asahi-san and Tsukasa-kun to take on the roles of the two androids, please?

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Most of the asks got finished tonight and have been queued up for tomorrow morning. We've been a bit busy over at the Cabrera-Ice Cabana, and will possibly stay busy until the end of the month. However, I will certainly get as many asks answered as I possibly can! I know for a fact Mr Jojo can't do them, hmhm

Stay lovely

- Vanilla Ice 💜

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Avenger Lane Chapter 13 PT 2: Ignite The Love

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a Penis, pure smut

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Your phone began ringing as you slowly moved out from under her, grabbing your phone. “Hello?” You ask, feeling her lips against your bare back.

“Hey Tony.” You smirk feeling her hands roaming your beefy torso.

“Yes sir, I can take care of that.” You say feeling Natasha tug you back against the mattress. You quickly mute your phone as she lifts your member up and begins gobbling you down. “Fuuuuck!” You groan and unmute your phone as Tony goes on about the on boarding. “For sure just if you could-“ you clear your throat to mask the moan that wants to fall out of your mouth. “Email me with the info packet I’ll get it taken care of.” You mute the phone.

“You fuckin’ dirty little birdy!” You chuckled looking down.

“Hmmmm” Natasha moaned, feeling precum seeping out.

“Alright Tony talk to you tomorrow thank you again. I’m looking forward to it as well…bye!”

Natasha looked at you with mischievous eyes before letting you go with pop.

“Naughty Natty.” You grinned.

She giggled stroking your cock.

“C’mere sit on my face.”

She blushed crawling up your body and slowly hovering over your face gripping the headboard. You held her thighs down sticking your tongue deep inside of her. 

“Fuck daddy!” She moaned.

“Hmmm” you hummed, lapping her up as her hips began to hump your mouth. She placed one hand on the head board and the other was moving your head just where she needs it.

You could feel your cock throbbing and couldn’t help but tug on your staff.

Natasha looked back feeling your hand missing from her ass. She looked down with a smirk before lifting up out of your hold and turning around.

“There. Now hands on me.”

“Yes ma’am.” You smirk laying your hands against her ass cheeks spreading them as you go town.

“Hmmm.” Natasha moans as she sucks on your dick.

“Hmhmm.” You respond.

Your body shook, feeling Natasha shake her head as she swallowed you down to the brim.

“Ooooh fuck!” You grunted, letting your hands wander her body as you flicked her sweet little tangy bud around. Every now and then letting your tongue take a deep dive before coming back up to her bundle of nerves.

Soon she sat up and turned around. 

“I wanna ride saddle now.” She smirked.

You hiss as she sinks down on your cock. “Ahhh Natasha! Ohhh baby!”

Her eyes flutter as she raises up again using your shoulders to help lift herself up.

“You like this daddy?” She husks out managing to say.

“Hmhm, yes, fuck yes, you feel so good.” You groan.

She smirks, closing her eyes as she sinks down once more leaning her forehead against yours. “You’re so thick and long.” She moans. “You’re so hung, Y/N.”

“Fuck.” You feel yourself twitch. “You’re so tight.” You take a deep breath trying not to arrive too early let her have some fun on the stallion.

“Hmmm.” She sits down enjoying the way you fill her up. You kiss her in way that feels so fucking sexy you can feel her getting wetter by the second.

“How’s my cowgirl doin’?”

She giggles before wiggling against you. She kisses you once more before nibbling on your ear. 

“Take me daddy.”

“Alright baby let’s ride side saddle.” You smirked before wrapping your arms around her, lifting her up and laying her down letting her legs go off to the side but keeping her torso straight.

“Hmm.” She groans as you stretch her body out right before thrusting.

“Fuck baby you feel sooo good.” You groan, letting your hand grip her hip and the other massage her breasts.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“Can I go faster baby?”

“Yes daddy.”

Your hips are burning at the rate your clapping her cheeks but you're both getting closer and closer. 

Natasha bites her bottom lips as her fingers trail down your flexed abs right down to the vein that runs down to your meat.

“Come closer.” She says.

You lie down behind her raising your leg and she turns just so she can kiss you as you fuck her into oblivion.

“I’m so close daddy.” She whines.

“Me too Angel.” You pant reaching below to rub her little bundle of nerves. She lets out a rough groan pulling you closer and trying to meet your strokes.

“Cum inside me daddy.” She husks before taking your lips and clamping down around you.

You groan feeling her walls milking you so you bring her closer humping roughly into her harder and harder.

“Yes daddy!” She moans loudly wrapping her arms around yours.

“Hmm.” You sigh feeling like you’ve emptied yourself inside of her. You caress her cheek as you both kiss languishly. “You’re perfect in every way imaginable.” You whisper. Leaving a soft kiss against her lips as you move your lips against her nape.

“That’s how I feel about you.” She says before kissing you languishly.

You pull out slowly and she turns to cuddle you, pecking your chest.

“Are you hungry?” She asks, looking over at the clock. The two of you have been at it for the last 4 hours.

“Yes.” You chuckle.

“I’ll make us some lunch.” She smiles pecking your lips before trying to get out of bed.

“Wait.” You groan holding her as she sits up on the edge of the bed.

She giggles as she looks for her clothes.

“Maybe I can survive off of you, hm?” You ask dipping your tongue between her folds.

Natasha sighs feeling herself grow wet the moment your tongue hit her clit.

“That feels so good.” She groans tilting her head back letting you spread her legs a bit as you deepen your tongue. Her fingers gently take through your scalp until she hears your stomach growl. “Hmhm no im making you food.” She pushes you away gently as she looks for her underwear.

“Aw no baby that’s just the pussy monster in me. I’m hungry for you.” You chuckle and she can’t help but laugh. Natasha yelps as you yank her back in bed just as she find her panties.

“The pussy monster is hungry!” you growled, tickling her sides. 

“Oh no not the pussy monster!” Natasha laughed and trashed in your arms.

You started kissing your way back down as she began speaking.

“How about this pussy monster? Let me feed Y/N first and then you can have all the pussy you want with that monster cock of yours.” Natasha smirked tugging your meat.

“Fuck Y/N.” You huffed beating your chest.

She giggled and began moaning as you licked her up.

“Ohhhh fuuuck pusssy monster!” 

You grunted as you continued to make her moan. Her hands were everywhere; tangled in sheets to grasping her boobs to holding your head right where she wants you.

“Oh my- fuck! Right there! Right there! Right! Right fucking there fuck oh my God!” She moaned, you felt a rush of liquid hit you tongue and her shaking came to an end. You lick her clean feeling her twitch beneath you. 

You stood picking her up roughly, and sat her down right on your cock. You grunted and she moaned loudly. Watching you through the dresser mirror as you had your arms wrapped around her and one hand around her throat.

“Fuuuuuck!” She moaned as you bounced her on your meat, your grunts in her ear spurring her on. She threw her head back and you turned her by the chin kissing her roughly. “Pussy monster soooo good with your monster cock.” She groaned, gripping your arms.

“Fuck yourself on this monster cock.” Your voice was different, almost animalistic. It was low and gravelly. You grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as she began riding you.

“Ohhh my- ughhh yesss!” Natasha moaned loudly, nearly crying as she came closer and closer to her climax. It was like you knew exactly what she wanted without having to tell you.  

You growled as you watched her lift up, arch her back  and roll her hips. Making sure to take every last inch of you. 

“Like this daddy?”

“Yes baby.” You said lowly.

“Fuck I won’t last daddy you’re filling me completely up and hitting my special spot.” She moaned.

“Then cum on this cock.”

“I’ll need your help.” She said turning her head looking into your dark eyes.

“Hm.” You grunted, letting go of her arms and grasping her thighs and using her like a fuck doll. She came so hard she cried as she rode out her orgasm on your meat.

“Ohhhhh!!!! Fuuuck it’s still fucking going oh my- ughhh yessss!!” She groaned seeing your cum deep down her thighs.

You both fell against the mattress and in a panting heap.

“Fuck Y/N.” Natasha had a lovesick smile on her face.

You lifted your head in confusion seeing Natasha’s chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. “Uhh Nat? What happened? I thought you were gonna make food?”

She lifted her head looking at you in disbelief before laughing. “You’re such dork. Get off me.” She smacks you.

“Wha-? What did I do?!” You huff getting up joining her in pulling on your underwear.

“You’re such an ass.” She laughs once more, grabbing her robe.

You chuckle darkly before grabbing ahold of her from behind kissing her cheek before you both descend down the stairs.

“What can I do to help?” You ask as you watch her grab a few things from the fridge.

“You can-“ she looks back as she grabs the chicken. “Peel the potatoes and cut the green beans.”

You quickly wash your hands and get to work. It doesn’t take long at all for you to finish.

You hold her from behind as she makes the mashed potatoes, letting the green beans and chicken simmer.

“You’re amazing.” You say softly.

“Thank you baby.” She smiles, feeling your forehead against her spine. She looks down and chuckles to herself seeing your legs spread out so you can lower your height.

Natasha turns in place as she finishes the mashed potatoes letting the chicken finish.

“It’s almost done, maybe 10 more minutes.” She says against your lips.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you Natasha.” You say in return.

“You just fucked me silly not even 20 minutes ago.” She smirked.

“Huh?” You acted confused.

“Stop it!” She giggled and you smiled.

She kisses you and you slip your tongue in lifting her up and on the counter.

“Baby.” She husks.

“Do you remember my birthday?” You ask between kisses. “The night you gave me this?” You bring her hand up to the necklace she got you.

She nods against your lips.

“That night, I was so unbelievably hard for you. You had me questioning everything that night.”

She moaned, arching into you as you undid her robe bringing her panties down.

“Oh baby you have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you on that counter. I wanted to be inside you so badly that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. Every night I dreamt of you.”

She moaned as you entered her bringing you in a kiss.

“I wanted you to. I wanted your cock so badly, I could feel you.” She husked feeling you suckling against her neck.

“I knew I felt you rubbing against me.” You smirked bringing her in a kiss as you sped up and slowed down.

“I was so ready for you to just take me.” Natasha moaned. “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N.”

“I’ve got you now. It’s you that I want and it’s not just this. It’s you. God it’s you Natalia you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Please don’t let go.”

“Never if I can help it. I wanna be with you baby.”

She pulled you into a kiss and with every thrust you could hear the cabinets open and slam close. Your moans echoing in the kitchen. 

Only for the timer to interrupt you.

“Wait, baby move the chicken.”

You chuckle and turn the ranges on warm and move the chicken before diving back into her.

Those three little words hung in the air. Both of you could feel the words in the tip of your tongue.

Natasha gasped as you began hitting her spot over and over again and again she knew what you were trying to do. She’s embarrassed to say how fast you made her squirt.

“Ohhhh daddy!” She whines and you thrust fast and faster and faster hitting her spot again and again until she’s absolutely quivering and all but screaming your name.

You finally pull out feeling a splashes of her juices hitting your abs and cock.

“F-f-f-fuuuuck!” She stutters, twitching in your arms.

“You did so good for daddy baby.” You praised her before entering her once more causing her to moan loudly gripping your forearms as you slid all the way in and out. “Fuck baby you feel so fucking good.” You hiss. “Your pussy is vibrating.”

She whines and you kiss her softly continuing your strokes.

“That’s it baby you’re taking all of me so well.”

“Hmhm.” She nods, biting her lip. “You feel so good daddy.” 

“Daddy aims to please.” You smirk, leaning in to kiss her once more as you begin to pound into her.

“I’m so close.” She gasps.

“Me too.” You reply still pumping inside of her you feel her walls clamping down tightly around you.

“Ohhh baby!” You both moan as you cum inside of her.

You groan thrusting a couple times letting her completely milk you dry. You pull out letting your cum fall on your cock before rubbing it back along her pussy and entering her once more. 

“Hmm.” She moans seeing your creams and juices falling down your long thick meat.

She brings your lips against hers and you smile into the kiss before breaking it and gently pulling out. You reach for some paper towels cleaning her up and the mess you made on the tiles.

“I don’t know how you keep doing that to me.” She sighs against the cabinets watching you clean up the mess.

You chuckle before walking over to help her down.

“Oh no I can’t walk let alone stand.”

You nod, grabbing her underwear and robe dressing her before scooping her up in your arms and setting her in her dinner chair. You walk back over to the stove making her plate and glass of water before bringing it over to her.

“Thanks daddy.” She says leaving a kiss above your waist line.

You lean down and whisper in her ear. “Don’t play with fire princess.”

“Or what? The pussy monster will come out?” She asks with a smirk as you sit to eat your food.

“What are you talking about?” You ask feigning confusion.

She chuckles throwing a green bean at you and you smile eating it.

“This chicken is cooked perfectly. My compliments to the chef.” You grin while taking a bite. Her foot is making its way up your leg. 

Natasha has to admit she loves that you call yourself ‘the pussy monster’ and then act like a caveman that’s discovered sex for the first time. God it makes her soaked just thinking of you tossing her around the bed fucking her roughly cause you’ve lost all control. Dont get her wrong she loves the sweet you in bed but the rabid you is just so fucking sexy. She kind of can't wait to bring that out of you again. 

Not to mention the way you make her squirt. She’s heard of it, she's seen it in porn, but she never thought she was capable of it. It was one of the most amazing powerful orgasms she’s ever had in her life, and you make it seem so easy. You’ve been fucking her all morning and afternoon and Natasha is so eager to hop back on the saddle. 

“You’re so quiet.” You chuckled after taking a sip of water.

“Just eating and being here with you… thinking of how well you fucked me all morning and afternoon. How good your cock tasted. How good you felt inside of me.” 

You coughed choking on your mashed potatoes and chicken.

“You know I used to dream of you all the time. Ever since you moved in actually.” She kinked her brow. “I remember seeing you through my bedroom window, you always forgot to close the curtains.” She smirked and pushed her panties down reaching out for her water before standing up, and dropping her robe.

“Fuck really?” You whispered watching her saunter over to you. You took a sip of your water before pushing your chair back.

“I would watch you with her and touch myself imagining it was me you were fucking.” Natasha straddled you grinding down against your already hardened staff. “So hard for me already.” She husked.

“Hmm, you make me so hard so fast, Talia.” You sighed feeling her slick folds against your dick. You feel her tongue against your spot on your neck. Natasha looked down to see your hands gripping the chair so hard they were turning white.

“Put your hands on me daddy.” She husks.

You let go of the bottom of the chair gripping her ass.

“Fuck, I love your ass so much it’s so fucking perfect.”

She giggled in your ear before you let your hands slap her cheeks. Natasha lifts herself up a bit before lowering herself down.

“God damn.” You groan seeing her breasts in your face as she throws her head back in a moan. You lean in rubbing your face in her mounds before bringing one in your mouth. “Tell me more.” You smirked as she writhed above.

“In the mornings I would sit outside just to watch the way your big dick would flop in your shorts when you would run, or how the outline would look in sweats.” Natasha’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moaning grew as she rode you faster with a bit of your help with your hands.

“Ahhhh fuck! That’s so fucking hot.” You groaned. “You know the first time I ever touched myself thinking of you was after a work out. Ohhh fuck this feels so fucking good.” You moaned.

“Keep talking or I’ll stop.” Natasha paused her motions.

“I was changing and I saw you changing as well. You pulled down your underwear and I could see this beautiful pussy. I was so fucking hard for you I started tugging myself in the shower. Then Quinn came in and I thought of you when we fucked.”

Natasha’s mouth slacked open into an ‘O’ and her strokes became short and rough as she came hard around you. “FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

“The second time besides my birthday that you made me hard was Halloween.”

“Ohhh I fucking knew it.” She panted before she began rocking her hips.

“You were wearing that tight little cat suit and sitting right on my dick. God, it took everything in me to not get a chub.”

Natasha laughed, bringing you in a kiss.

“By the time you got off of me the blood rushed to my dick so fast I wasn’t thinking and fucked Quinn in the bathroom I almost lost my hardon I had to think of you.” 

Natasha kissed you roughly. You sat back watching her ride you thoroughly enjoying yourself. The redhead lifted your hands up against her breasts making you touch her. You smirk bringing her nipple in your mouth making her moan.

Your hands went to her ass helping her move up and down. Widening her cheeks so you can go deeper. One more bounce and the two of you were undone.

“Y/N!”

Her moans were like a symphony and you were the conductor. 

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You and Natasha only made it to the sofa both cuddled up napping on and off as you watched tv. Natasha was of course the little spoon, your appendage being nestled between her legs.

Being cock warmed was one of your favorite things. The feel of her warm center, and the way her body feels against yours. Every now and then you’d let your hands wander her smooth body. Kissing, nibbling her shoulders, neck, and lips. 

“Hmm, that feels so nice baby.” Natasha would sigh pushing back into you.

“I could stay like this forever with you.” You said softly as you burrowed into her neck.

“Me too.” She whispered, noticing how your ringless finger held a tan line. It brought Natasha back to reality for a brief moment. Remembering that you’ve only been separated for about a handful of days now. She knows this bliss fullness won’t last too long. At some point you’ll need to face your wife and see your kids again. Soon you’ll have to leave her, and that thought made her heart ache.

She could hear your gentle snores and so she began to move against you. She began whimpering as she rocked her hips.

“Hmm.” You hummed waking up against her lip. 

“Fuck.” She gasped.

“That’s it baby keep going.” You whisper in her ear your fingers make there way down between her legs.

Natasha turns her head, capturing your lips.

“Y/N.” She moans your name.

You wrap your arms around her before moving on your back with her back against your front. You feel her turn you by the chin she kisses you just as you begin thrusting your hips.

She moans in your mouth so you pull away letting her moans fill the living room.

“Ohhh baby!” She whines looking down to see your long staff pumping in an out.

“Natalia!” You groaned. “Is this it baby? Is this what you wanted?” 

“Yessss daddy this is what I wanted!” She whines feeling you hitting her spot. She groans as tightens around you, meeting your every thrust. “Keep going don’t stop!” She cried riding your strokes.

“Ugh oh fuck!” You groaned trying not to cum yet but being cocked warmed for hours is making it hard to not explode inside of her as she cums around you.

“Yessssssss!” She moans sitting up but you pull out.

“I almost came baby.” You pant.

“I don’t care, I need more! I still want it! I need more!” She whines as you hold the base of your cock and she strokes you before shoving you back inside of her. “Fuuuck I need more!”

Natasha’s leg crossed over yours as she holds your thigh. She’s moaning as she bounces on your meat wiggling her ass with each rock of her hips.

“Ohhhhhh babbbbby!” You moan cuming inside of her as she shakes against you one last time. You both shake from the aftershocks as you try and catch your breath. 

You grunt, feeling her get off of you and turning around to help you up.

“I’m tired baby, let's go to bed.”

You nod standing up and cleaning the both of you before following her upstairs.

You both change the sheets before putting on some underwear. The two of you lay down when you bring her against you.

“I adore you.” You say softly.

Natasha kisses you softly before you drifted off to sleep.

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Natasha couldn’t stop thinking about the other shoe dropping all night. She tried to just enjoy the present. She tried to sleep but she couldn’t.

“You okay?” You ask as you both get ready. “You’ve been so quiet all morning.”

Natasha nodded and walked into your arms.

“Do you wanna stay home? I can get everything done on my own if you’re not feeling your best.”

She shook her head negatively against your chest.

“Okay well let me make you some breakfast first.”

She watched you cook at the stove occasionally looking over at her with a million dollar smile.

You set her plate down and once again pressed her asking what was wrong.

“It’s nothing.” She whispered.

“Did I do something?” You ask crouching down.

“No baby.” She replied softly.

“Then what’s got you so glum?”

“I just.. I guess I’m just worried that you might leave me soon.” She finally spoke.

“Oh… I didn’t even… that’s not even on my mind right now to tell you the truth.” You admit.

“Really?”

“Really, as bad as it is I’ve just been enjoying my time with you. Yesterday was…” you gulped.

“Amazing?”

“More than that.” You say. “Being with you was the best I’ve ever felt in my life. Excluding the girls of course. It just made me realize that I want that everyday.” 

“Are you trying to say you want a relationship with me?” She chuckles caressing your face.

“Very much so.” You whisper against her lips. Your phone began ringing looking over it was the mirror guy. “Uh it’s the guy about your mirrors. Let me take it.” You stand and she begins to eat her breakfast as you set up a time for the delivery.

Natasha thought about your words and she truly wanted to say yes. She wants to be with you more than anything, but you’re still married. There's no telling how long this divorce will be.

So when you end the call she says.

“You should eat, we've got a lot to do before he gets there.”

You gulp, noticing how she changed the subject, but you didn’t press her you just nodded and ate your breakfast.

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You were building the shoe case when you began watching Natasha from the mirror. She was stretching on the bars you screwed on when she lowered herself to the floor. She began doing a routine of stretches when she bent forward causing a strain on her leotard. Your mind instantly went to dirty thoughts you felt a throb below your belt. You raised the hammer only to hit your thumb.

“Fuck!” You shouted all dirty thoughts were now gone and the throb moved to your thumb.

“I’ll get some ice!” Natasha ran out the door and came rushing back with a cool rag of ice inside. She took your hand placing it on your thumb. “Better?” She smiled and all you could do was nod.

“Thank you.” You said taking the makeshift ice bag from her hands.

“What happened?”

“I hammered my thumb on accident.”

She took your hand and kissed the top of your thumb. “Better?”

“Wow it’s not throbbing anymore.” You joked, chuckling, putting the ice bag back on your thumb.

“Thank you, for doing all of this for me. It all looks perfect.”

“Anytime.” You replied, setting the ice bag on the case.

She brought you in a hug. You leaned down going in for the kiss that you’ve been dying for only for Natasha to turn her head. Your lips landed on her cheek just as she said-

“No, Y/N.” Pushing you gently back by your chest turning around. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation from this morning. You were right yesterday was amazing it was almost perfect-“

“But?” You ask as she turns back around to face you. 

“You’re married and in the middle of a separation. The divorce could take up to a year.”

You felt your heart drop, you knew this was going to happen. You kept telling yourself to wait to not jump the gun.

“I- I understand-“ you nod as she places her hands against your chest.

“I want to be with you, Y/N, just in the right way.”

“You’re right, I agree with you. You know yesterday we- while I wouldn’t label it a mistake I would say we jumped the gun.” You take her hands. “But make no mistake. Natasha, I’ve never wanted a woman in my life more than you. I guess the question is would you… wait for me?”

The moment was cut short when Val and Thor poked their heads in.

“Wow! This place looks amazing!” Thor grinned looking around.

Natasha’s heart was thumping; she just wanted you to hold her. 

“Damn Y/N you made all this?” Val grinned.

“Yup.” You nod still feeling your nerves jumping.

They looked around for a bit, asked a few more questions but Val could tell they definitely interrupted a moment.

“Come on Thor we should get outta here.”

“But-“

“Let’s go.” Val winked at you before tugging the large Scandinavian out of the studio.

“We should probably head back too.” You say softly.

Natasha can feel the tears beginning to swell in her eyes as she nods, folding her arms as she rushes out of the room.

“Nat-“ you call out with a sigh but it’s too late she’s gone.

You grab her things and turn off the light before closing her door and head outside to meet her in the car.

“Baby.” You say softly looking over at Natasha who sat looking out the window clearly crying. You begin the drive back her house and reach over for her hand which she accepts and squeezes.

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Soon you had your bag packed and stopped by the door.

“Y/N, don’t go-“ Natasha cried, taking your hand.

“Honestly it’s for the best-“

“But I-“

“I need to be with the girls, they're starting to wonder where I am. Plus Nat I miss them so much and they’re right next door.” You gesture with your arm.

Natasha nods, feeling tears prick her eyes.

“Thank you, for helping me with everything, and I’m sorry that I’m making you cry right now.”

“Please stay.” She shook her head and her voice was strained. “The girls are always welcome here.”

“I don’t even know how to break it to them yet, but I know I can’t just uproot them out of nowhere.”

“I know. I know, I just… I just don’t want you to go.  Baby we can keep our hands off each other and live with one another.” Natasha’s voice cracks as you bring her into an embrace letting your suitcase go.

“I know I can’t after having had you.” You lean down kissing her lips softly wiping away her tears. You feel her kiss you deeply once more before letting you go.

“Believe me, Nat, I don't want to leave you.” You say softly against her forehead. She squeezes you tightly you can feel her crying against your chest as you rub her back. “Just because I’m not staying here and we aren’t gonna be together. Doesn’t mean we can’t still speak to each other.”

Natasha nods sniffling before letting you go and you wipe away her tears.

“Just remember that I’m leaving because You’re right, I want our relationship to start off on the right foot.” You opened the door and her heart sank. “I’ll see you when you open the studio. I’ll bring Beth and Fin.” You smiled sadly, you kissed her hand and walked out the door, closing it on your way out.

Natasha slid against the wooden floor crying as you made your way back to the woman you couldn’t stand to be around. Wanda was on the porch reading when she noticed you with your bag packed walking back home.

“Oh no.” Wanda muttered she waited until you were called inside before running to Natasha.

She knocked and Nat jumped up quickly wiping her tears thinking it was you. She whipped open the door only to find Wanda. She couldn’t help but sob falling in Wanda’s arms.

“Oh honey.” Wanda shut the door, moving them to the couch letting Natasha cry her eyes out. Wanda has only seen her this way twice. Once when Natasha’s family was deported, and the second was when Dreykov ruined her career. She rubbed her back rocking her as she sobbed.

When she finally settled down Wanda made her some tea and asked “What happened?”

“We’re waiting.” Natasha sniffled.

“What do you mean?”

“We have feelings for one another so we’re waiting until the divorce goes through.”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Wanda said, bringing her in a hug. Wanda led her over to the coach. “It’ll happen and when it does you, Y/N, and the girls will be happy together I just know it.”

“I hope so.” She whispered before looking over at your window. Natasha laid on the couch with your hoodie. Wanda turned on Modern Family stroking her hair.

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Meanwhile in your Home

“You’re back.” Quinn said full of hope.

“Dad!” “Papa!” Your girls beamed running into your arms. 

“Papa, I missed you!” Fin squeezed your neck.

“Me too.” Beth said softly nuzzling into your side. 

You felt your aching heart uplift with the love your daughters have for you.

“I missed you both as well. So much!” You say lifting them up hearing them giggle.

It wasn’t until they were washing up for dinner that you spoke with Quinn. “Please understand that me being back does not mean we are back together. Make no mistake, I want a divorce.”

Quinn nodded trying not to cry. “How does pizza sound?”

“Perfect.” 

Quinn began ordering dinner as the girls ran back in to tell you about their week.

“Mom, you’re right, I don’t want a divorce I need your help... Thank you.” Quinn hung up her phone and walked back towards the living room. “Dinner will be here in 20 minutes.” 

“Yayyyyyyy!” Fin cheered.

Quinn was not letting you go without a fight. 

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