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van-yangyin · 2 months

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Bennett's Outfit and Hairstyle (Genshin Impact) [Male frame]

没有传说中那么夸张啦，不过就是走路经常会掉进猎人打猎用的坑里，或者被突然倒下的树干砸到脑袋，都很平常嘛，对吧？～ It's not as bad as the legends say, but it's normal to fall into a hunter's trap on a walk, or to be suddenly hit in the head by a falling tree, right?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENNETT! 🥳🎂🎁

Sul sul, today is his birthday and to celebrate it with all of you, here you can download his outfit and hairstyle to do him in The Sims 4!

【Everything shared below, has been tested by @lea-heartscxiv and me in Ultra quality (non HQ) following our needs, if you find any problem let me or him know. ⚠️Also we don't have the game updated, Lea and me are on version 1.102.190.1030 (October 31th, 2023), so I can't assure that it works correctly in higher versions. Use it at your own risk. Thank you⚠️】

I'm back from the darkness! Since Simblreen I got burned too much with so much CC I did for that same event and it made me stay away for a while together with a pain I have in my arm where is my skilled hand. Now I'm more recovered and also I know how to control the pain in my arm (literally when it hurts too much I stop doing everything I was doing), so without further ado I leave you with CC I've been preparing for today.

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If you download my CC it means your agree with my T.O.U (English/Español/日本語).

General Info:

one piece outfit (clothes)

gloves (2 versions, HQ and non-HQ)⁽*¹⁾

boots with socks

arm bandana (upper right bracelet)

body scars drawn on sim by me from scratch (two types, real scar and painted scar on scars or tattos) [Painted scars is for those who want a more drawn style, like original color of Bennett's model]

band-aids on face and left forearm

hairstyle with glasses (24 EA Swatches + Bennet swatch) [Male and Female Frame]

hairstyle without glasses [⚠️ Not avaliable yet. Coming in a week or so due to time constraints. I'll reblog this post with update if you follow me here and/or you download from SFS. In case you're following me on Patreon, my Patreon will notify you that is update⚠️]

Bennett eyes recolor

all LOD's

normal, specular and emission maps included

custom thumbnail

HQ compatible (only gloves have non-HQ version)⁽*¹⁾

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~Bennett's outfit~

Outfit Info:

one piece outfit (clothes)

boots with socks

gloves (Painted and adapted on hands with Blender. Left bracelet is disabled since a part of gloves uses that texture location)⁽*¹⁾

arm bandana (upper right bracelet)

all LOD's

normal, specular and emission maps included

custom thumbnail

HQ compatible

All is opposite frame compatible tho there are deformity on Female Frame

Compatible with higher and lower game sliders

There are small bugs with some parts of clothes

⁽*¹⁾ Only download HQ version of gloves if you have "HQ mod" if this isn't the case, download non-HQ version. Gloves in non-HQ version have less pixelation than when use HQ version without "HQ mod" that I don't know how to avoid (if someone know, feel free to tell me)

LODs Info: Complete Clothing: LOD0: 11229 poly LOD1: 5827 poly LOD2: 3003 poly LOD3: 1457 poly Gloves: LOD0: 930 poly Boots with socks: LOD0: 2136 poly LOD1: 1214 k LOD2: 733 poly LOD3: 470 poly Arm bandana (Upper right bracelet): LOD0: 264 poly LOD1: 210 poly LOD2: 168 poly LOD3: 83 poly

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Lower and higher game sliders:

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~Bennett's body scars and band-aids~

General Info:

body scars drawn on sim by me from scratch (two types, real scar and painted scar on scars or tattos) [Painted scars is for those who want a more drawn style, like original color of Bennett's model]

nose face band-aid (placed on Left Nose Piercing) and left forearm band-aid (placed on Socks) with mesh made by me from scratch and texture used from Bennet's model [Original + 84 swatches from Crystallum Palette]

custom thumbnail

HQ compatible

Opposite frame compatible ※except for left arm scar which I've disabled as it's misaligned with UVs female frame, if you want me to do it also for female frame don't hesitate to send me an ask on my Tumblr, I mainly don't need this scar specifically for any of my female frame OCs for that reason I've put it aside.※

LODs Info: Left arm band-aid: LOD0: 152 poly Nose band-aid: LOD0-1: 236 poly LOD2-3: 118 poly

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~Bennett's Hairstyle with Head glasses~

Hairstyle with Head Glasses Info:

24 EA Swatches + Bennett swatch

Texture located on Head accessory, so hat cuts are disabled for this hairstyle

Base game compatible

Hat not compatible

All genders and agender

Teen to elders (Child, Toddler and Infant version eventually)

Texture hair and hair mesh made by me from scratch

normal and specular maps on glasses included

Split hair compatible (Patreon/SFS) [Extra info: I'm currently making changes in this option and expanding considerably the offer of colors and palettes (besides placing it in other places so that it doesn't cause problems as it happens with version located in piercings, although this time it won't only be for split hair color, but it will have many more options available. I will also make a special palette with all Genshin Impact hair colors of characters that I made and will make (as I'm doing with eyes) so that all my hairstyles can use those colors too.]

Custom Thumbnails

LODs Information: Hairstyle with glasses: LOD0: 10108 poly LOD1: 5053 poly LOD2: 2525 poly LOD3: 1261 poly

※Choose download only one version of each frame or choose download between "M-F_Merged" where two frames files are together.※

!!UPDATE!! ⚠️Fixed a bug in CAS swatch 25 for Female Frame Hairstyle that made it impossible to change color because it had the same swatch value as number 16, if you have this version or the Merged version, please re-download it so you can use the last swatch of Female Frame.⚠️

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Preview in CAS:

Split hair color:

~Bennett's Hairstyle without head glasses~

24 EA Swatches + Bennett swatch

Base game compatible

Hat compatible

All genders and agender

Teen to Elder

Child, Toddler and Infant version eventually, this post will notify you that is update if you're following me

Texture hair and hair mesh made by me from scratch

Split hair color compatible [Extra info: I'm currently making changes in this option and expanding considerably the offer of colors and palettes (besides placing it in other places so that it doesn't cause problems as it happens with version located in piercings, although this time it won't only be for split hair color, but it will have many more options available. I will also make a special palette with all Genshin Impact hair colors of characters that I made and will make (as I'm doing with eyes) so that all my hairstyles can use those colors too.]

Custom Thumbnails

LODs Information: Hairstyle without glasses: LOD0: 10848 poly LOD1: 5372 poly LOD2: 2684 poly LOD3: 1341 poly

※Choose download only one version of each frame or choose download between "M-F_Merged" where two frames files are together.※

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (Patreon ~ Always free, no adfly)

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (SFS ~ Always free, no adfly)

Preview in CAS:

Split hair color:

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~Genshin Impact Eyes~

color eyes of characters as non-default

color eyes of characters as make-up face

!!NEW CATEGORY!! color eyes of characters as occult eye lid [YOU NEED THIS MOD TO UNLOCK THIS CATEGORY CAS]

⚠️ Important: At the moment both only have swatch of Razor and Bennett's eyes, but I'll add more as make other characters, which in that case will be notified in corresponding post so that if you wish you can download or re-download it with new swatch (if you downloadi it from SFS), for those on Patreon I'll simply modify the file and make it notify the update of that post

※Choose the one that best suits your needs or choose the three of them with MERGED file.※

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (Patreon ~ Always free, no adfly)

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Let me know if you find any problem. 🙏❣️

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👀👉MORE DOWNLOADS

Next Genshin Impact character will be 珊瑚宫心海 (Sangonomiya Kokomi), soon I will share a WIP. As general information, from now on I will upload content at least once a month, but without a fixed date. So that way at least once a month you will have content, and in this way I will also have a regular schedule, because before I used to publish everything I finished at the same time and left you with months without content due to I get burned.

Happy simming! 🍀

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ladylooch · 4 months

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How about Nico fucking his gorgeous wife until she is absolutely spent and then swings into dad mode to make her birthday extra special as she naps. I love the passion and love that couple has for eachother 😍

Still what we call the good shit!

A marathon.

That is all Lexi can think to describe what her and Nico have been doing since they dropped the babies at school this morning.

Jokingly, Lexi had told Nico she wanted him to split her open for her birthday this week. She had been a little wine drunk and also it had been some time since she had her husband, so it seemed like a funny challenge.

She never expected him to deliver so literally.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Lexi wails gripping the sheets in her fists as Nico rushes her towards her next orgasm. “Baby, please, please don’t stop.” Her throat gets dry from how desperately she is pulling air into her lungs.

Nico pumps faster into her, dragging his cock along her used pussy. He leans close to her ear.

“You love my cock, baby? This all you needed for your birthday? Hm?” Lexi moans in agreement. Her head falls back, face towards the ceiling. Nico holds her there like that, a hand on her throat, finishing her off with rapid thrusts that shake her ass against his abdomen. In her throat, her moan gets stuck. Her walls collapse around Nico’s cock, squeezing his sensitive tip until he launches ropes of cum into her.

“Oh!” Lexi finishes loudly. “Ohmygod.” She whines, slumping forward as Nico lets her go. He runs his ravenous hands over her bare back, gripping her ass cheeks, wishing he could bury himself inside of her again. But he knows his wife, and she is done.

He also knows his sister is on her way to the house with all their babies.

With soft presses, Nico kisses his way up her back. He gets to the back of her neck and sighs.

“Babies are inbound in about ten minutes.” He murmurs against her hot skin. “You stay here, tangled up naked in our sheets. I’ll lock the door on my way out. I’ve got everything handled with the girls. You deserve to rest now. Took me so well, baby.” Lexi nods, unable to speak. She stutters on a gasp as Nico sucks her throat for a moment before getting off the bed completely.

He smirks to himself, knowing he just fucked his wife out of her damn mind.

As Nico is finishing up pouring juice for the girls downstairs, the front door bursts open and sneakers hit the tile.

“Daddy!!!!!” Lucie screams, launching herself into his legs. Mack comes next and then Sophie bounces behind, construction paper blowing in the breeze behind her.

“For mama!” She insists. She turns like she is going to go upstairs.

“Stay here, baby.” Nico says.

“I wanna see mama.”

“Sweets, you will later.” He runs a hand over her hair, careful of the blue bow her and Lexi picked out for today.

“Bye Hischiers!” Emma yells into the house, then closes the front door the girls forgot to shut. Nico chuckles. Something is up in the Meier house.

“Lio is in trouble.” Lucie tells her dad.

“Yeah I heard he mouthed off in school today. Good thing my girls would never do that.” He squeezes Lucie’s chin, watching her eyes widen. She's been known to a time or two.

“Mack! Let’s play castle downstairs!” Lucie rushes off, away from her dad’s curious eyes.

“Hey, Luc?”

“Hm?”

“You have an hour. Then I want all of these babies in the kitchen helping me with dinner.”

“Why can’t mama make dinner?” Mack whines.

“Because it’s her day.” Nico chuckles, handing Mack her cup of juice from the counter.

“We aren’t good at it like her.”

“True, but let’s try really hard tonight. For mama.” He smooches her nose then Sophie skips over, puckering her lips for a kiss. He complies happily and throws in a hug when she insists. He straightens to see Lucie next to him. “Oh? You too?” She nods, a little smirk on her lips. He gives her a quick one, then fixes the collar of her uniform that had folded inward. “An hour, baby. Okay?”

“Okay.” Lucie says. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too.”

#what my world spins around au

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ughgoaway · 7 months

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Blurb of Annie's birthday... Matty brings a cake to school to celebrate his little baby's special day... he stays a little while...

I'm loving all the blurbs

oh, I'm so glad you are loving the blurbs!!! I am loving writing them, little Annie Healy has my heart.

Anyway, yes yes yes I love this idea so much omg.

(Can Ace write anything without saying “smile” and “eyes” 1000 times… wait and see!! (the answer is no.) Also, timeline wise this makes absolutely 0 sense but… I do not care!! All that matters is the vibe <33)

It's Monday when Annie comes in very proudly and announces “Miss y/n, I'm six on Friday” with her chest puffed out and a big smile on her face.

You pretend you don't know, despite having seen it on the system last week, “Is it really Annie? Wow! You're growing up so quickly” You smile down at her as she nods along to your words, holding her bookbag (do other countries have these? idk) in one hand and the other hand out, ready to gesture with when she spoke.

“My daddy says the same thing.” she starts. Then her face lights up further, “You know my daddy is coming in on Friday!! He asked Mrs Richards and she said that he could come and bring a cake for everyone!!” she recounts excitedly before her face drops, and she suddenly gets very serious. “But you can't tell anyone that miss y/n, it's a secret. Pinky promise?”

You smile at her but soon put on a fake stern face to match hers. You drop to her eye line, stick your finger out, and link it with hers, “I promise Annie. Now, how about you go put your bookbag away so we can get started?” she doesn't respond but instead nods and shuffles off to set her bag down.

Leaving you standing and reeling that Matty is coming in on Friday, in peak proud dad mode, to celebrate his daughter (who you love.) fuck. This was going to make your head spin.

/////////////

cut to the actual day, and Annie comes in wearing a little badge and a hat. You see Matty drop her off from the classroom. you totally weren't staring out the window waiting to see him arrive or anything…

he wasn't even really dressed up, just a chequered button-up and jeans. but for some reason, he still made your heart race. seeing him bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek, and a big hug almost made you audibly sigh, but you caught yourself before you did. because that would be inappropriate, you didn't have any feelings for him. none at all. totally neutral.

Annie came bounding in, a massive smile on her face showing off her gappy smile. she'd very proudly come in the week before talking about losing one of her teeth, and now, every time she smiled, her gaps were on show.

class started, and to avoid Annie literally buzzing with excitement all day, you allowed her to announce to the class the news of her big day.

with the happiest face you could imagine, she said, "It's my birthday today! I'm 6 and my daddy is going to come in with cake for everyone!"

a chorus of cheers came out as you sat behind your desk, trying to stop your grin from growing an unreasonable amount.

soon enough, you got the class back in order, and the day whizzed past. Suddenly, it was 2:30, and there was a knock on the door.

matty stuck his head around the door and quickly met your eyes, "hi" he breathed out, staring at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Hi” you breathed out in the same way. For a few seconds, you both stood there with stupid grins on your faces staring into each other's eyes. Of course, in a classroom of 5 and 6-year-olds, that peaceful staring didn't last long. But it simultaneously felt like a quick glance and a full minute.

Annie comes running out of her seat and to the door. Matty quickly catches on and comes fully into the classroom, managing to hold a cake in one hand and hugging his very excited daughter with the other.

“Daddy!!” she squeals with excitement, bouncing in her dad's arms as he tries desperately to balance a cake. Over the young girl's shoulder, he shoots you a worried glance, and you snap out of your trance and come to grab the cake.

“Ah yes, let me just grab this,” you say, and Matty smiles graciously at you. His other hand quickly scooped Annie up into his arms to greet her properly.

“Hi, peanut!! You have a good birthday?” he asks. His eyes flick between his daughter, babbling on about her day, and you standing at your desk showing a room full of mesmerised children the cake he brought.

In between his daughter's rambling stories, he manages to catch you chatting to the kids, “Yes Annie's dad Mat-” You pause and catch yourself before you slip, flicking your head up and making brief eye contact with Matty. “Mr. Healy brought us all cake! Let's all sit in our seats and get ready to say thank you like we practised!”

Matty's face briefly scrunched in confusion, but you did nothing to answer his silent question, only shooting him a sweet smile and spinning around to walk to the front of the room. The combination of the cheeky smile and the way your dress moved as you spun had Matty's brain stuttering through his thoughts.

Annie was still chattering along, completely oblivious to her dad being completely enamoured with the woman in front of him. She soon saw her classmates all in their seats and was wriggling out of her dad's arms, trying to join her friends.

Matty comes to join you at the front of the room, fighting every urge in his body to wrap you up in a hug. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the waist and pull you in, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the vaguely sweet smell that follows you around. He thinks about how his other arm would swing around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer. Your arms would come around him, and he would feel you hum in enjoyment at the contact.

But he doesn't do that. He simply waves in a way that makes him feel so uncool that he internally cringes. You giggle at his clear discomfort and copy his wave, tilting your head teasingly at him.

You somehow manage to wrangle your mind back to the task at hand, you clap your hands and grab your classes attention. “Right! Everyone, this is Annie's dad, Mr. Healy!” Matty cringes at you not using his name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“As you can see, he has been very kind and brought us a cake to share! Can we all say thank you?”

Matty was staring at you, lost in watching you work, but soon the ensemble of small voices wrang out, pulling his attention away from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Healy!!” says the sea of children in front of him, Matty looks out at the crowd, used to the number of people but not quite the age range. He sees a mob of gappy teeth and excited faces and can't help but mirror them.

“Wow! You guys are welcome! I hope you all like it. It's already cut up... sooo-” he looks over to you for further instruction, and you snap back into teacher mode quickly.

“Okay! Everyone, can we all line up in register order for our cake?” Some groans come from the crowd, but you quickly catch them, “and don't worry if you're near the end. There is enough cake for everyone! I promise.” You smile and wave your hand, and soon enough, each child falls into line, all bubbling with anticipation.

//////////

Quiet music plays through the classroom speakers, and the noise of children chatting and giggling permeates the room. At the front of the room, you are leaning against the desk as Matty stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

He stands with joy written all over his face as you continue to laugh at his stories and jokes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears in the best way possible. It's so melodic that Matty has the fleeting thought to record it and use it in a track.

“So you used a scooter to get to the smaller stage” you laugh, staring at Matty with an impressed yet questioning look. As he nods, his curls bounce. You briefly get distracted by how perfect they are, but his resonant voice brings you back to earth.

“An electric scooter, I'm not just furiously pushing myself on a razor scooter in the middle of a concert” Matty corrects, looking faux offended at your forgetfulness.

“Oh yes, sorry and electric scooter, of course.” You say nodding, “I don't suppose there's any video of this that I can see? I think I need to witness it.” You smile at him.

Matty pauses briefly, weighing up and showing you the video. On one hand, he can get closer to you to show his phone but on the other, you get to see a mildly embarrassing video of him whizzing away to the sound of “Vroom Vroom” by Charli xcx.

You take his silence as offence and quickly start stuttering apologies, “Oh I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to show me. I was just-” Before you talk so much it makes you dizzy, Matty cuts in.

“Oh no don't worry love,” the nickname slips out without a second thought, Matty doesn't even consider it but you are sure you'll be thinking of his voice saying that on repeat for the next week, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be, but you're right. You do need to see it. Just promise me you won't think less of me, yeah?”

He makes intense eye contact as finishes, and you can't help but blurt out what you think of immediately, “I could never think less of you.”

A silent beat passes, and Matty doesn't say anything, just bashfully smiles and grabs his phone.

//////

Too soon for your liking, 3 pm comes, and it's almost time to leave, but before everyone goes, you have one more thing to do.

“Okay I have to play teacher now, sorry,” you say to Matty, standing up. He nods and steps back, letting you get everyone's attention and speak.

“It's almost time for our mummies and daddies to pick us up, so let's all do one last thing before we go today. As you all know, it's Annie's birthday,” Matty watches his daughter's eyes light up at being mentioned, “so let's all sing her happy birthday!”

You count them in, and the class starts singing to Annie, you and Matty included. Matty watches you sing for his daughter, pure joy on your face and a grin that makes his knees weaken.

The song ends, and everyone claps, just in time for the bell to ring, and you send them off. “Okay everyone that's the bell! Go grab your stuff and meet your mums and dads in the playground, Mrs Richards will be out there to help you find them if you need it!”

You wave each of them out until it's just you, Matty and Annie in the room. You spin around and bend down to her level, “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?”

Her toothy grin comes out again, and she nods furiously, “Especially because my daddy came in, that was really fun” she says, looking up at Matty and grabbing his hand.

“I had so much fun too, sweetheart! Let's get going though, yeah? You've got Grandad and nanny at home waiting to see you!!” Matty says to his daughter, who immediately starts dragging him away and saying bye to you.

You laugh and wave them off, “bye Annie!!” You say excitedly. You make a point of lifting your eyes and meeting Matty’s.

“Bye Matty” you say softly, waving at him the same way he greeted you earlier.

He simply grins and waves back before returning his attention back to his daughter and continuing to be dragged away.

blurb masterlist here!!

#now do we have any annie birth date opinions...#like what star sign is she??? i cannot decide on my own #anyway heres a blurb i hope you all enjoy #thank you for the conept anon i love u <3 #dilf matty <33 #anon!#teacher au!

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rxmqnova · 8 months

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Surprise!

Y/N: 28 years old Scar: 35 years old Rose: 5 years old Story: The Marvel cast decides to surprise Scarlett with a birthday party… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV My girlfriend and I had been trying for a baby for months. We had many fertility appointments and attempts and it finally happened! I'm pregnant! I found out a week after Scarlett left to film a movie which was 3 months ago. It sucks, cause I want to tell her personally, so she still has no idea. However, she's coming back today and it's also her birthday, so it's a perfect gift. I can't wait to see her reaction! Right now I'm watching a movie in our bed, wearing my favorite Scarlett's hoodie and her sweatpants. I miss her so much, so I tend to steal her clothes when she's away. To be honest I steal her clothes even when she's home…

Rose's spending some time with her grandmother this week, so I'm home all alone, but Lizzie offered to pick her up today, so we'll be together soon. It's nice to have some time for myself, but I miss that little demon so much. She's not biologically mine, but we have such a great relationship. She even calls me 'mama' which melts my heart every time I hear it.

My sister Lizzie spent here the entire week. She's so excited to be an auntie to another little human. I'm surprised she hasn't told Scarlett yet, the two of them are best friends.

I stop my movie as I ran out of chips, ready to go and grab a new bag from the kitchen when I hear some noise from downstairs. It can't be Scarlett, cause she's on the plane right now. She called me a few hours ago from the AirPort… Who in the world would rob a house at 2 in the afternoon?! I quickly open my closet, taking out a bat that I'd hidden here when Scarlett left. I quietly and slowly walk downstairs, ready to punch anyone who's here right now.

My heart is about to skip a beat with every step I make and my hands are shaking like crazy. I step off the last step, putting the bat on my shoulder properly and walking to the kitchen where the noise is coming from.

I see a man standing with his back facing me. I tighten my grip over the bat, ready to hit him in the head.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A man's voice says behind me, making me jump.

I slowly turn around to be met with Robert Downey Junior. The man I was about to hit turns around, looking at me. It's Chris Evans.

Seconds later there is literally the entire Marvel cast, except my sister as she's the one picking Scarlett up from the AirPort. Great…

"What are you doing here?" Chris Evans asks me. "And why the hell are you holding that bat?"

"I-I-" I sutter, getting cut off by Robert.

"She wanted to hit you with it" Robert says. The truth is that even though Scar and I are together for a few years, she hasn't come out yet. Her friends have no idea about me, so that's why they're reacting like this. My sister knows of course, she's the only one from Scarlett's friends.

"I-I'm sorry. I… I-I thought you wanted to rob the house" I finally let out some words. I've never been more scared in my life.

"Us? Who even are you? Oh my god, is that Scarlett's hoodie?" Jeremy looks at me with wide eyes. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

"Y-Yeah. I-I'm Y/N" I say.

"Well, Y/N… What are you doing in Scarlett's house?" Robert asks. "I-I'm living here" I answer. Where's my sister when I need her…

"Yeah, there's no way Scarlett wouldn't tell us if someone was living in her house" Evans says. "Call the police" He orders, looking at Robert. "What? No. That's not necessary. I'm living here" I repeat, I really don't want to get into trouble. I haven't even done anything.

"Yeah. I'm calling" Robert says, already putting his phone to his ear. I sigh, pressing a palm to my forehead. Scarlett's gonna be so mad. I bet the last thing she wants is to deal with her girlfriend being taken to the police station…

"Please don't call the police. Lizzie is my sister" I sigh, looking at Robert with hope, but he only rolls his eyes.

It doesn't take long until the police arrives. I show them my documents like they asked me to and they lead me out of the house. They're really gonna lock me up for getting into my own house?? Great, really great, Y/N…

Just before I can get into the car, a little body crashes into my legs. I smile when I see my daughter looking up at me, her arms wrapped around my thighs.

"Hi" I give her a smile which she returns, mumbling a 'hi, mama' back to me.

"Rose, what are you doing? Come here" Evans says, practically peeling Rosie off of me. The little girl starts crying, immediately calling me to help her, but my hands are in handcuffs and I can talk what I want, but nobody listens to me.

I sigh in relief when I see Lizzie walking out of her car, Scarlett following her.

"Mama!" Rosie cries out, reaching her hands for me. Tears from in my eyes when I see my little one crying and I can't hold her.

"Don't you see she's crying for me?! She's my daughter for god's sake! Take off that stupid handcuffs! I didn't do anything!" I raise my voice, tears running down my cheeks. I'm so tired of this bullshit. I just want my Scarly and Rosie to cuddle and my bag of chips.

"What's going on here? Why are you in handcuffs? Where are you taking her?" Scarlett is finally here, my sister right behind her.

"I'm sorry" I say before breaking into tears. I just can't hold it anymore. Stupid pregnancy mood swings… Scarlett comes to me, telling off the police when they tell her to stay back.

"About what, honey?" She asks, cupping my cheeks with her hands and wiping my tears out with her thumbs.

"You must be so tired and you come home to see this" I cry out. "Hey, it's okay, Y/N/N" She smiles. "Tell me what happened"

"Your friends thought I was a theif and a stalker and god knows what and they called the police on me" I explain, tears still running down my cheeks even though Scarlett's wiping them out.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry" She sighs. "She's not a theif or a stalker. Y/N is my girlfriend, she lives here" Scar says to the police. They finally take off the painful handcuffs and I wrap my arms around Scarlett's neck.

"Mama" Rosie cries out again. I smile, taking her from Evan's arms.

"It's okay now, baby. I'm not going anywhere" I kiss her cheek a few times, walking back to Scarlett who wraps her arms both of us.

"I missed you" Scar says into my ear while we're hugging.

"I missed you too, so much" I tell her back honestly before we pull away and in a second I get pulled into another hug by my sister. "Are you okay?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah. All good now" I smile and hug her again.

"Can someone explain to us what's happening?" Downey asks confused.

"You called the police on my little sister, that's happening" Lizzie says annoyed. She's very overprotective over me. I usually hate it, but today it feels nice.

"That's your sister?" Evans asks surprised, pointing at me.

"Don't be so surprised, I told you I was Lizzie's sister when you were calling the police" I give him a glare. I won't forget this that quickly.

"I literally told you about her last week" Lizzie sighs.

"Why is she living in Scarlett's house though?" Jeremy asks.

"Because Y/N is my girlfriend. You could have just called me and I'd tell you it's fine" Scar sighs. "Let's just go inside"

We all move inside, everybody apologizing to me and Downey immediately handing us a glass of champagne since it's Scar's birthday.

"I won't, thanks" I tell him on which my girlfriend furrows her brows, wrapping her arms around me from behind and resting her head on my shoulder.

"You're not my Y/N. My Y/N never says no to alcohol" Scar jokes, making me chuckle.

"Well… I wouldn't say no if I didn't have to but… I can't drink for a while" I smile, turning around in her arms and getting met with a confused look from my girlfriend. I take her hand, putting it on my stomach on which she seems to realize.

"No… You're… you're pregnant?" She asks, her eyes filling with tears. I smile, nodding my head.

"I found out a week after you left. We're having a baby" I almost whisper as tears are in my eyes too by now. "Happy birthday, my love" I smile and she pulls me into a kiss.

Scarlett drags me on the couch, pushing me gently to sit down. She kneels in front of me, pulling my (her) hoodie up. I laugh when she starts spreading kisses all over my stomach.

"Hey there, little one. It's your mommy. I love you so much" She mumbles between kisses. "So we're 3 months far?" She asks, smiling at me.

"3 months" I smile back, twirling my finger around Scar's hair. She rolls my hoodie back down, sitting next to me and wrapping her arm around me on which I cuddle up to her and she rubs my stomach with her free hand. "I love you so much"

"I love you too" She smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. --------------------

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persage · 1 year

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The Sweetest Thing-S. HARRINGTON

Summary : Getting back to your normal life is difficult, everyone faces it in their own way. Lately you've been baking non-stop and no matter how bad you are at it, Steve Harrington will eat every single cake you make just to see you happy. However, he will be forced - literally - to tell you the truth after the umpteenth food poisoning.

Tags: None, just pure Fluff and Steve Harrington being head over hells for you

I just wanna thank @i-always-come-back-xoxo for the amazing idea!

"No! No it won't happen again. Ever. I object" Dustin shakes his head forcefully to underline his words and reaches out to push away Steve Harrington's hands while he is squeezing a dangerously ugly looking cupcake and bringing it to the mouth of the kid, in an ambush from which Dustin feels - to be completely honest - rather threatened. And no, the little purple butterfly made of sugar that you have put as a decoration doesn't improve the situation at all, which is simple and also frightening: in recent weeks, you have had a craving for making cakes and pastries that no one understands but that everyone indulges in. Like a particularly sadistic Santa Claus who enjoys giving terrible and almost poisonous gifts, you give them to your friends and any excuse is good for doing so: Jonathan's first job as a newspaper photographer, Nancy's college acceptance letter, Will's award for his painting, the compliments Lucas has received from the basketball coach and Max learning a new skate stunt or Mike's B in chemistry. Even Suzie's birthday is an occasion for you to bake a cake and you don't care if she lives far away and you don't know her at all, it's is still an excuse to give Dustin something sweet to eat since he won't be able to be with her.

Today's excuse is the Eleven's C in the grammar test, not an achievement that deserves a disproportionate amount of cupcakes, as she herself admits, so when you show up at the cabin in the woods with a frighteningly large basket of sweets, the expressions of your friends is not enthusiastic at all and even if you prefer to ignore it you really notice it and silently walk away to smoke.

"Now you eat this damn cupcake" Steve scolds him, trying to force the food into Dustin's mouth, who disgusted rejects it again. He cares about this stupid cupcake like his own life depends on it, maybe Steve will never admit it outloud and he thinks he's also pretty good at hiding it, but he hates to see you sad and cares very, very much about you. To be fair Robin says he doesn't hide it at all, that he's completely incapable of doing it, physically. Hiding his crush on you would be like asking him to go against gravity.

"I don't have a crush!" That's all he can answer.

"I don't want to die! This is torture Steve" Dustin almost screams and Steve slaps him on the back of the head to make him stop. He doesn't want you to hear. "He's not entirely wrong." Robin backs him up, smelling another cupcake and quickly pulling it away from her nose. "I think it's charred" she comments, watching it crumble in her hands. "Yes this is disgusting and y/n will never have to know it, so you" Steve points at Robin. "and you" He then points to Dustin. "And you all will eat what she has made for us with so much love" There is something authoritative in Steve's tone and if it wasn't for Nancy, who certainly isn't scared by her ex boyfriend freaking out about a dessert, maybe to be honest Jonathan would be folded from Harrington's words .

"You know I love y/n but we've been eating everything she makes for weeks. Someone should really tell her baking it's not for her" The Wheeler girl says crossing her arms over her chest and glancing towards the window where she can see you fidgeting with your cigarette between lips.

"Do you want to break her heart Nance? No because this would certainly be the perfect way to do it" Steve comments as Mike rolls his eyes. "Yes, but in this way y/n destroys my stomach" It is his ironic intervention but he is also more annoyed than the others. Insensitive, insensitive Wheeler, Steve thinks, shaking his head. Is it possible that no one understands you except him? Steve looks for a while at the cupcake he holds in his hands like a bullet that could kill him, then he turns towards you, beyond the glass of the window the sunlight reflects on your hair and you are so beautiful, so damn beautiful and sweet and special that the idea that others don't know how to appreciate you drives him crazy. He doesn't want to admit it but your new cooking fixation almost scares him, he's afraid there's something worrying you that you can't talk to them about.

The truth is that your friends are facing big changes, some of them are really becoming adults and some others are growing up before your eyes and you have the feeling of standing still, of doing nothing for them, of not being good enough to show them that you love them and that they are your family: that's why you bake, because you feel it's the only way you can give them something of your own, a piece of you, of your time and effort. Yet their expressions make you fear that you have exaggerated, that you are always too much, that you are wrong. You've always had this problem, you don't know half terms and half measures, if you love you love deeply, hard to the point of perhaps making people hate you. That's why you never had the courage to let yourself go with feelings, that's why after years you still haven't told Steve that you love him or Nance that she's your best friend or Max that she's the sister you never had. You try not to think about it and with the last draw of your cigarette you find the courage to go back inside.

"Don't do it Steve" Robin whispers, seriously worried. " It could be carcinogenic"

"Dude" Dustin says placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I have loved you"

Steve looks at the cupcake uncertainly, his attention is captured by the door that opens revealing your figure. He smiles at you, hoping that in these weeks of terrible ordeals, you've finally learned something and with an almost trembling hands he brings the dessert to his mouth. It only takes one bite to realize you haven't learned anything and to realize that Steve Harrington has only two options: spit it out now and let you down forever (erasing any chance of success in his 5-step plan to get married and have kids with you in the future within the next four years) or end up in hospital with a second food poisoning within a month. Needless to say, he chooses the latter, without a doubt and without thinking too much about it. Honestly he would do it again a thousand times anyway.

"Mhhhh it's the best thing I've ever eaten" He says, pretending so badly that your gaze goes from the still full basket to Steve's now white face - which has lost color all of a sudden - and then to the doubtful expressions of the others . Max is the first to approach the basket, silently grabbing a cupcake and eating it with a smile on her face closely followed by Lucas and Will, who approaches you to give you a kiss on the cheek and thank you. "Next time I want Eggos though" El comments, giggling as she bites her muffin. You smile and nod. "For you Eggos El, got it"

"You don't eat it?" Jonathan asks you, taking a second bite with difficulty. “Oh no, I'm not a big fan of desserts… They're all for you” you reply, giving him the biggest smile in the world. A smile so wide and happy that Steve has never seen a more beautiful one, for this reason he nudges Jonathan without restraint when he ironically replies. "Oh you're lucky, good choice"

"You should try them you don't know what you're missing" Robin hastens to comment, glancing at her best friend. "Next time, I promise" And now all eyes are on Steve, because it's clear that there doesn't have to be a next time and it's clear that he'll have to tell you. After all, the brilliant idea of lying to you about your baking skills was his, from the beginning.

Love makes people do stupid things, like let themselves be poisoned like this.

Two days later they all have stomach problems, someone more, others less, and Steve receives a call from Nancy, lying in bed with a vomit pan next to her. The conversation sounds more like a threat than a chat between friends . "Tell her" she simply orders without admitting replies, then she hangs up. The only survivor of this sweet massacre is Eddie, who was unable to eat anything due to his allergies. "I'll find a recipe for you too" You swear to him. "Oh you don't have to bother y/n, really." He pauses the "I'm serious, don't do it" He chuckles.

His presence during these days prevents you from missing others too much and Steve has to admit - as well as being a little jealous - that he hates Munson because it also prevents you from noticing the amazing coincidence that all the people who has eaten your cupcakes are now sick. And if you don't notice it by yourself it means that Steve will have to tell you and he really, really doesn't want to. He's not ready.

But it happens, when he decides to visit you on a Monday morning and catches you in the act. You open the front door for him with a quantity of flour on your face, clothes and face that looks like you blew up a whole package, and he can't to hold back a laugh while he wipes your nose. "Has a hurricane passed?" He asks.

"I'm still having trouble organizing myself when I bake, but I'll improve on this too" You reply, walking towards the kitchen as he follows you.

"What are you baking?" He question uncertainly, analyzing the bowls on the table. "I'm trying to make a cake for Eddie, you know with his allergies he never got to taste anything" You reply. Eddie, Steve tries to ignore his stupid jealousy. "That's nice of you" He crosses his arms over his chest while he watches you go back to kneading with far too much violence, so much so that it seems you're tormenting the flour. "You should be more delicate in your movements" He advises you. You roll your eyes. "Isn't it enough for you to be an altet , prom king and the hero of the city, now also a baker! Then what, a chef? A rockstar?" You try to hide irritation in your voice, the truth is that for once you want to be good at something and you want Steve to notice. He sighs and goes to wash his hands before walking up to you, he gets behind you and grabs your own hands, showing you the right movement.

"You know when I turned twelve my mother stopped organizing my birthdays, she was never there and neither was my father. Sometimes they even forgot to call me, let alone buy a cake. So I decided to do it by myself, no, not buying the cake but making it myself. Cooking helps me, it's not only the fact that I had to learn to survive on my own relatively early, but it helps me de-stress." You turn to him, blinking without words. You've never thought his situation was so terrible, Steve has always masked the absence of his parents and his own traumas behind a smile and even now, although there is a sort of melancholy in his eyes, he continues to smile. Suddenly your problems, your anxieties seem small and useless and you feel ashamed of them.

"I'm sorry" You whisper, voice coming out broken.

"And for what?"

"I've never noticed" He comes closer, caresses your hand so small under his. "Hey. That's okay, I'm just saying that I can help you. I have a thousand talents by the way" He plays down and you smile.

"I feel I'm getting pretty good."

This time Steve can't mask the change of expression and this time you can't ignore it.

"What's up?" You ask uncertain.

"I've come to tell you something" He begins, continuing to squeeze your hands gently. "We appreciate what you do, really.."

"But?" You interrupt him, trying to stop the intrusive thoughts: but you're exaggerating, but we think you're crazy, but we're not your friends, but you should give us our space.

"But y/n, I don't know how to tell you... you're a bad baker. Like terrible to be honest. " You stay silent as a weight lift from your heart. "Oh God I really don't want to offend you, we've tried to wait to tell you but yesterday Nance called me, she threw up again, she was feeling terrible and so were the others and they couldn't take it anymore" You burst out laughing. "Are you telling me that in recent weeks you have been ill and still have continued to eat my desserts?" He nods, relieved to see you calm and happy. He doesn't know why he expected to see you cry, I mean it's y/n we're talking about, the same girl who bravely fought so many monsters, he knows you're strong, he really does but maybe this is what love is: wanting to avoid any disappointment, even the smallest. And Robin is right, there's no reason to keep denying it, Steve Harrington loves you with every part of his being.

"I forced them to eat lately, they were starting to rebel against the idea, that's why they've sent me to tell you"

You shake your head. "You are crazy, you shouldn't have eaten this crap." You say, pulling free from Steve's grip only to point at the misshapen dough. "But you all are also adorable. You are" You continue.

"We love you and we know you do it for us. And also we had hope you would have improved at some point to be honest" He explains, without moving away from you, so close that you're almost crushed between his body and the table. He smells like home and safety and all the good things in life.

"I think this cooking thing is more a way to erase the fear you know, not only to show that I care about you all. It helps me, keeps the nightmares away. Sometimes when I can't sleep I cook and I feel better" You explain, with a little shame bowing your head. With his hands still covered in flour, Steve grips your chin between two fingers, gently he raises your head so that you can look at him and his dark eyes are filled with an emotion that you don't remember ever having seen or felt, so intense that a shiver runs down your spine. He would like to take all of your nightmares, your bad memories, your pain and make them his and if he could go back in time he would do everything to keep you out of this cursed story of the upside down even if this means erasing years of your relationship and returning to the starting point: when Steve Harrington was a douchebag you deeply hated. He would, to make your life better, but he can't and all he is able to do is give you comfort and everything he owns.

"It's honestly way better than our ways of copying, I mean Nancy literally has an arsenal in her room, Jonathan needs to smoke at least a joint to sleep, Robin calls me every damn night and makes me talk to her until she falls asleep, sometimes she runs away from home to come to me cause she knows damn well she will find me awake. And you know what's my brilliant method is? To guard the house, walking around like a zombie with the bat in my hands. I keep it under my bed and sometimes I hit the air for no reason so trust me you are handling this way better than us." Without thinking about it you throw yourself into his arms, clinging to his torso and hiding your face in the hollow of his neck, moved by an inexplicable overwhelming affection.

"You know you might come over here sometimes, if you can't sleep." You confess, realizing too late how out of place and misunderstandable your words are. But he hugs you back and places a kiss on your head and you are glad Steve can't to see your face turning red.

"Does anyone need cooking lessons here then?" He asks laughing, while he lets his hands dirty with flour run through your hair, caressing it and at this point you don't even care anymore who's dirtying who, there's just you and him and the burning smell of something you left in the oven, the minty scent of Steve and his words.

"Someone told me there's a great teacher around"

He puffs out his chest in satisfaction and pulls away from you just far enough to look you in the eye.

Sooner or later he will tell you that he loves you, it will happen because he feels his heart overflow, it will happen because he feels that it is his destiny. You are. And you will bake a cake together for your birthday then maybe, if he is lucky enough, for your children's ones. One day, not today. Today he is just your friend Steve who teaches you how to cook, who erases your fears, who creates new happy memories with you and promises to always be there. There is nothing more precious in the world.

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takearisk-xo · 9 months

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idk guys things are just weird

this is going to be a very chaotic and disorganized Personal Post (sorry in advance)

i know this is silly and i don't owe anyone anything, but i genuinely feel so sad that i don't have anything to contribute or post today on harry's birthday.

something is up with my writing and i can't quite put my finger on it.. harry and ginny are being...very soft and not in a way that is in-character or plot driven. things are just off. all my plans i have in my head are literally flying out the window everytime i sit down to write and i don't trust if it is the right decision for the story or just some weird mood i'm in that's manifesting in a really out of character tone on the page.

i suppose it could be a couple different things. i haven't met with my therapist in two weeks so my brain could just be overloaded with other crap that i need to process and or decompress before my writing thoughts feel organized again.

my husband has been massively stressed out because of many different things going on in his life separate from our family and so i've been going a little over the top trying to be there for him.

our daughter hasn't been sleeping all that well and she's been fighting a virus/cold for going on about two weeks that i think we are finally on the tail end of.

work for me is bleh. i don't enjoy what i'm doing right now. we are in one of those cycles that is all reporting and data entry and retention analysis and its so boring and just not at all what fulfills me from this position. however in the same vein, the semester is right around the corner so it's also the last push to make sure everything is ready to go for when students return to campus.

i killed a spider today which is like a very big deal for me. i am deathly afraid of spiders and my good friends can attest that when confronted with one i dissolve into a lot of screaming and sweating and general panic. so i def think i am experiencing the aftermath of an adrenaline rush even though that was like five hours ago.

all of this is to say, i think i need a break from wips. specifically already gone and the entire the path from you universe. i feel like this past month has just been me forcing something that doesn't need to be forced. i think if i take a step back from both stories, and quit putting so much pressure on myself, my head will clear and things will start falling into place.

this week is @corneliaavenue-ao3's ficfest! and i hope this will be a really good way to bring to life some of these soft moments that keep trying to knock down the door and also keep me in the habit of writing. i don't want to put a timeline on it and somehow set an expectation for myself or anyone else but i'm guessing you can expect a two/three week longer hiatus for those two stories, and you can probably expect a fair amount of random one shots and/or drabbles from me in the meantime.

i'm sorry if this is disappointing, i can promise it is just as disappointing for me. i miss having a clear head and the words flowing effortlessly. i hope someday i get that back, but for now, i'm going to hope a little time away from those plots helps settle the static that lives inside my head.

as always, thanks for reading and understanding <3

#personal #tldr: expect a two or three week longer break on the wips #my brain just isn't cooperating right now #and i need to take a step back #but you can expect and enjoy some fun randomness in the meantime

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sillylittlestoryblog · 1 year

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Meet cute

Greg Hirsch x Reader

Warnings: its cheesy romcom stuff, english isnt my first language, this isnt canon to succession at all, might be somewhere season one but shiv is working at waystar, use of y/n

Fluff nothing more.

Summary: Reader is Shivs assistant and has to bring some secret documents to Toms new assistant. He is your bosses cousin and has been working at waystar only for a few weeks. You are more than curious to meet him.

Notes: i loveeee succession and i love Cousin Greg the egg. I am not ready for it all to end. And damn the last episode is gonna air one day before my birthday. Another reason to cry at my birthday…it happens every year. Also none of my friends are into succession ( such bad friends ) so if you want to be my succession bestie pls dm me. Thx for reading this. And if you like it, just so you know, comments are like long hugs to writers :)

A loud knock on your office door interrupted your work. For hours you sat on the same boring documents and your head was literally glowing. The day had not started very well. After you arrived late at the trainstation and had missed your train, you felt you already knew that today would be awful. As you walked out into the New York winter air with cold ears, you almost collided with someone else. Why didn't this giant pay more attention to where he was going?

At Starbucks you quickly bought an overpriced coffee and two bagels. One for you and one for your boss. You had overslept and didn't really have time for breakfast and even though you were actually quite good at your job, you could get fired at any time. Waystar was not known for treating its employees well. The longer you worked there the more you hated the company. But you couldn't just quit. You have to pay rent and have enough money to keep you and your two cats alive. You needed that job. That means, that it happened more than often that you had to skip eating or sleeping. The main thing is that your boss has her hot coffee and snacks on her expensive coffee table every morning. And you need to do your job as her assistant perfectly, without ever being late.

But most mornings she wasn't even in the office. you could only wonder what happened to the cold coffee.

About four hours after you ran sweaty and red-headed to your little office to spend the next few hours in front of your computer, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Heyy, Good Morning Y/N. Nice to see you. Can you please bring these to my husband on the other floor. I have a meeting now. See you.“

And away she went again. Shiv Roy had handed you a pack of documents, at least thats what you thought it was. You read the word confidential printed on the envelope in red color. Even tho you were in the middle of something, you decided to take a break and bring that envelope to Shivs husband.

You weren't sure where it suddenly came from, but on the way to the elevator you got a little nervous. Not only because of Shiv's somewhat strange husband. Tom Wabsgans had given you the ick from the beginning. He was tall and rich, like almost every other man who worked here. And yes money can make people a bit peculiar. But Tom... he was on another level. You had once heard him yell at a co-worker for "breathing too loudly". Also, there were rumors going around that he offered to give some employees a fortune, if they would be his "human furniture" for a week. If anyone in this building would claim that Tom had a piece of meat cut out of his own body to eat as a steak, no one would be surprised. You least of all. He gave you a strange feeling every time. But your nervousness came from something else.

The day before, Inej, one of your best friends who used the office next to yours, had whispered to you at lunch that she had seen tom's new assistant. She had grinned and said:

"so if I wasn't already in a happy committed relationship with this awesome guy, I would have given him my number for sure. Fuck Y/N, he's really cute."

Since this talk you had caught yourself wanting to know more about this guy. Because cute wasnt how you would describe most guys who worked for Logan Roy. Most of them where sleazy, moneyhungry guys with big watches and tailored suits. They catcalled all the women who worked with you, honestly you hated their guts.

Inej had sent you a message the night before. She'd heard from two of Tom's coworkers that the assistant was probably part of the Roy family. A cousin or nephew or something. If this rumor was true, then it was definitely the hottest gossip in ages.

The elevator ride didn't take long and with the envelope in your hand you walked confidently towards Tom's office. You had already raised your hand to knock on his office.

But it should not come so far, from the side came a great force that almost made you fall. But before you could curse again the shitty "all women must wear high heels rule" and hit the floor, someone held you by your waist.

"Oh god sorry. Uh. I'm really sorry about that."

You had no idea how you could have almost been knocked over for the second time today. You were kinda getting angry. Why was this day so awful.

"oh fuck, can't you be more careful?!"

When you turned to the side you almost regretted your loud harsh tone.

In front of you stood a tall guy, brown hair, crooked tie and an apologetic and quiet adorable puppy look on his face.

„So, uh, i m sorry. Truly? uh…Truliest.“

You didnt really know how to respond. Damn that guy is tall.

„Wait, uh, are you Y/N? You know because i, uh , i didnt stalk you or something, i saw you on a photo, this coworker, uh, i think her name was Inej, she showed me a picture, like of you guys, and - well i just assumed that might be, uh, you? And i…“

„What?“

„I am Greg, i uh work for Tom, and yeah so yesterday- i talked to this wom…“

„No i get that part. You really need to look where you are going…Greg.“

You were putting on a little smile. Inej was right, he was cute, and apparently also very clumsy. And nervous?

Greg was tucking his hair behind his ear. He didnt looked that shocked anymore. A small smile creeping on his face.

Damn. You really liked that face.

„I am really sorry, Y/N. I kinda, uh, feel like i owe you something?“

You were blushing. Nervously you looked down. He is so tall he probably can’t see the blushing like that.

„Would you maybe give this to Tom?- its from Shiv. And probably important.“

You handed him the envelope. You could have sworn your hands touched. You felt like cringing. This feels like you are in a stupid romcom. Stop blushing and smiling this isnt pride and prejudice.

If you hadn’t looked down while being flustered, you could have witnessed Greg’s cheeks turning a little red too.

Nervously he gave you a thumbs up.

„ sure. Uh - and, eh, maybe i could buy you something for lunch? I don’t know… there is this really cool pizza place i always wanted to go, i … sorry, maybe you don’t even like pizza. Eh i just thought we could maybe go there? And i would pay - obviously. -Not because i am a man or something, uh like i am a feminist and i believe you could pay for yourself, but, uh i you know almost knocked you over because i didnt look where i was going…“

His nervous rambling continued. Your little smirk turned into a genuin smile.

„Hey Greg.“

„Uh yeah?“

„I would love that.“

On the way back to your office, you forgot how horrible this day started. With a smile on your face you pushed the button to go up. Entering the elevator you looked around, he was still standing where you left him. Grinning to himself. You saw him looking back up to search for your face, right when the elevator doors closed in front of you.

#greg hirsch x reader #nicholas braun #nick braun #succession #fanfic writer #gregory hirsch #greg the egg #succession hbo #succession fan fiction #shiv roy #tom wambsgans #fluff #l to the og #greg hirsch #cousin greg #logan roy #ao3 author

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bomberqueen17 · 8 months

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oops

lol yet again i missed doing my friday update schedule. in my defense, a lot's been going on. before I say anything else I should also say-- DMs on Tumblr currently do not work for me, the message thing shows me the preview but if I click on it, I absolutely cannot open the window, it will hang for literal days. I have the square blank in the corner of this tab as I am composing and no longer remember what I was trying to get it to open. So if you send me an IM on Tumblr I will only be able to read whatever of it is in the preview! So don't be offended if I never respond, because I can't write back because the window literally never opens. I got one to open yesterday but it was about 45 minutes and a lot of window reloading. I think it's safe to say that feature's just gotta be dead to me. RIP.

Anyway what's been up! my BFF from high school came thru Thursday night with her kids to stay in my cabin and i was a bit frantic getting the place ready, as it's not exactly listed on AirBnB. (She was like "oh wow this is a lot bigger and nicer than i thought" girl you were going to cram your children and yourself into a tiny half-finished shack with me? what??? jeez) and at the last minute Dude was like "oh i'm coming too" which, fortunately, I had put myself into a full-size bed on the pull-out couch so there was room for him to be there too but if this were any smaller a tiny house that would not have been possible. see, this is why i didn't actually build a tiny tiny house, it wouldn't have worked.

Anyway they left friday and i spent the day making sausage as fast as i could, and then in the afternoon dude helped me package it and then! i had! two full days! off! (ok i'm in the second of those days rn) so

saturday being My Birthday I made a snap decision that we were going to go see some art, so we drove over to the Clark Institute in Williamsburg MA (like a long half-hour away, it's not far) and saw some of my good buddies in the permanent collection.

(Mom used to take us kids there when we were little, and there are a lot of Renoirs and John Singer Sargent and some Frederic Rembrandt and Winslow Homer and whatnot, many of which I have seen so often as to consider old friends. (This Bougereau, Mom had a poster of on her bedroom wall, and I have always loved it. Apparently, my grandpa upon seeing it-- not the letters grandpa, the other one-- exclaimed of the one whose back faces the viewer "Oh Betty, it's you!" Betty being my grandma.)

I discovered quite by accident, while fucking around on my phone, that there was a Pokestop out in the courtyard, and the Pokestop was titled something about Jenny Holtzer, and i was like wait what and sure enough. There's a set of four white granite benches out there with Jenny Holtzer engravings on them.

This one is fucking brutal, as her shit tends to be:

[image description: a white granite bench engraved with the following text, somewhat darkened by pooled rainwater: "BY YOUR REPONSE TO DANGER IT IS EASY TO TELL HOW YOU HAVE LIVED AND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU YOU SHOW WHETHER YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE, WHETHER YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO, AND WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT'S ANY GOOD TO ACT."]

There was also a temporary exhibition of paintings and woodcuts/lithographs/prints by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch, yes including a lithograph of That Painting. Fairly stunning! Running thru October, I recommend it if you're in the area!

ok idk what else has been happening. i am so tired. i might play some pokey mans today but i also might just. not. really. do much of anything. which is boring and dumb and won't make me feel better next week when i have to go back and do more work and have achieved none of my personal goals. but sometimes brain no worky, and that's that.

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In Mourning

Wanda M. X Fem!Reader x Natasha R.

Hurt-Comfort / Vent fic | Angst | Fluff | Happy Ending ❤️

Warnings: Distant/Dead mother(mental illness heavily alluded to but never specified), Loss of childhood, Violent/Abusive flashbacks, Grief, Misguided anger, Everybody has mommy issues here 🤷🏼‍♀️, ‘Gay’(Derogatory), Overall shitty family, Swearing

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~• (Past)

8,304 Words

Also, if you can relate—I’m sorry darling. ❤️

It was a gorgeous day, the kind that reflects how the weather should always be as the world was caught in between Summer and Fall. Winds were strong, and held a chill to them, helping to relieve the heat of the lingering sun. Leaves—both dead and alive fell at your feet while you walked through central park to clear your mind, grateful it was relatively empty as today of all days had always been hard for you.

————

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear mama... Happy Birthday to you." You sang loudly, eyes shining bright as you waited for her queue.

"Baby girl, help mama out with the candles, yeah?"

You climbed into her lap, a tight fit as the foot of your infant brother dug deep into your side.

"Mama, did you make your wish yet?"

"Yes I did baby, but I have to say I have my wildest dreams come true sat upon my lap."

You giggled cheerily, placing a wet kiss to her cheek to which she reciprocated with one to your temple, as the moment settled your gaze then fell back to the small cake on the table, counting down from three before you worked together to blow them out

"Mama, how do you stay 21 every year?" You innocently mumble over the end of the number two candle, your mom's chuckles not really making sense to you but you give her a big toothy smile in response to being able to make her laugh.

"I'm immortal honey..."

"What's that mean?"

She just chuckled at your innocence again, finger swiftly dipping into the icing before she was settling it atop your nose as a distraction.

"Mama..." You whine, then before you could clean it the babies open mouth was over the mess, slobber suddenly taking the icings place.

"Joey no..." You whine even louder, squirming away from him just for him to clap at the new sensational flavors gracing his tastebuds.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry... You can have the biggest piece, it'll make it all better.." She sympathetically offered, holding back the laugh that would only serve to further your sour mood if she were to allow it to tumble out.

"Deal."

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

It was her birthday, and every year without fail you'd lit a cupcake for her, and blew the candle out, the same childish wish upon your lips:

"Please, come back to us mama..."

—

Not even a week later are you considering paying the woman that gave you life a visit do you receive an unexpected phone call from your baby brother. You're not big on phone calls, but your brother never called so you knew it was likely to be important.

Still, you let it go straight to voicemail while you let your brain run wild with the possibilities.

An hour later while happily watching your Sokovian girlfriend cooking lunch for you and Natasha does your phone ring off again, but this time before you could stop her your Russian girlfriend naturally lifts it up to answer it—as you all tended to do for one another.

"Hey Joseph, is everything okay?""

Well that's not a good sign...

Natasha's face drops, phone slowly sliding from her ear as she turns to look to you with the most sympathetic eyes you'd ever seen, implications obvious as you sigh.

"Detka, I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine." You conclude, taking the phone from her hand and exiting the room to find a more private place to speak to him, leaving your lover's absolutely stunned by your nonchalant behavior.

They've literally watched you cry over a dog tripping over some uneven cement while out on his walk, so for such an unaffected, brief reaction to that of your mother's death was shocking to say the least.

—

Fortunately for your mother Wanda was more than sad enough for you, which was more than you could feel for yourself. The witch was drowning you in baked goods, delicate kisses, and whispered apologies—for what, you're not even sure. Whereas Natasha's approach was almost worse, she was just hovering, waiting around every corner for you, as if she was expecting you to break down so she could hold you close while you 'finally let it all out.'

Appreciate their love as you do, their constant need to be there for you over a loss that was clearly insignificant in your eyes was angering. They were clearly projecting here, trying to mourn for you without a second thought to your actual feelings, without the slightest bit of consideration to the failed relationship between a mother and her whipping post of a daughter and how that all might play into the entire grieving process.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Not long before your tenth birthday did you truly understand everything had changed. Your mom didn't even acknowledge you'd made it to the double digits today, let alone did she have anything planned for you.

She'd been really down in the dumps as of late, her face noticeably sunken in, and most of her nights were spent out on the town ever since everything had come crashing down for her. Your grandpa Will had died a little over a year ago, and it hurt but the pain had been manageable—she was fine. Then eight months later went your grandma Rachel, who died peacefully in her sleep after her long battle with cancer, and that one hurt a bit worse.

Then as if all her grieving over the dead wasn't enough she'd been forced to deal with your father. The man who'd never been good to her to begin with was here to make life a living hell. Baseless threats thrown her way about taking the kids, and moving across the state until he got what he wanted from her. Sex and money that he'd go gamble away, leaving her be until he'd needed another fix, and never even acknowledging the two of you kids while he was there berating her.

Every painful instance stacked up until it succeeded in fracturing her predestined mind, pieces breaking off into unimaginable places; she was lost and was never to be found again.

"I'm going out, don't wait up, and please make sure Joe gets a bath tonight, he stinks."

Her harsh treatment was such a stark contrast to your normal interactions, but after a month of it you'd fell right in line with her.

"Jo-Jo, it's bath time!!!"

The six year old came running to you from the backyard, and just as expected he was covered in dirt from head to toe.

"No mama?" He asked with the answer preset in his mind, silently heading to the bathroom he looks back to see if your following.

"Nope buddy, no mama."

"It's okay, we can watch your favorite movie and eat some little debbies for your birthday Y/N/N, I promise it'll still be so fun!"

"Oh Jo-Jo, you're simply the best little brother ever.." You praise the little boy, eternally grateful to him for being a total sweetheart, especially now that you're undoubtedly alone in this misery.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Joe never had to hate your mom the way you eventually did, because when she was at her best she'd doted upon the boy, and when she was at her worst you shielded him very well from the mess that was her meltdowns. On the weekends you knew she'd wind up spiraling you'd have sent him off to a sleepover at his best friends Bryan's.

Then you'd prepare the house for her, hiding all of the sharp items, and sitting down to watch your favorite show, enjoying the calm before the storm that was your mother.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Have a good weekend Jo-Jo, call me if you need anything..."

"I will! Maybe you can come play with us if you're not busy."

"I'll try buddy, but if I can't I'll make it up to you." You promised before saying a final goodbye and hanging up the phone.

The Powerpuff Girls reruns were on repeat on the box TV, so you got comfy with a bowl of stale popcorn and a cup of crystal light to watch the glorious distraction. Even though it was already 10pm you'd hoped she'd just stay out a bit longer, and to your bitter delight she never even came home.

Come 9am the following morning though the door swung open, startling your body up off the couch as your mom came tumbling in with tattered clothes, and bruises all over her body. Through blurred eyes you took in her messy appearance, and just by perceiving her you'd apparently pissed her off.

"What are you looking at you ungrateful brat?! Go make yourself useful and run me a fucking bath!"

You'd done what she said without a fight, getting it perfectly tempered, and then you helped her to undress and guided her into the tub before leaving her to handle the rest.

You'd went out to clean up the mess she made when entering the house, collecting her scattered belongings to return to their designated zones, then you fixed her a sandwich just in time for her to call you.

You entered the bathroom with the clothes you picked out for her, then you helped her out of the tub and made sure she could get dressed on her own before leaving again.

Every time she came home like this it would be truly terrifying, because one day your actions were appreciated, other days you were a 'rotten bitch' or 'poor excuse for a daughter' and so many other things that you'd learned to block out over time.

Without fail though, as the weekend came to an end you'd have her nearly under control. Exhausted from the catastrophic highs to the dangerous lows you'd convince her to lay down, and you'd covered her with the large duvet, settling a kiss to her forehead all the while she'd be muttering empty apologies.

"Baby girl, I'm sorry..."

...

"You know I love you so much right? You love mama too right? I'm sorry my mind just gets away from me sometimes honey..."

...

"I promise I'll do better..."

You'd reassure her until her cheeks had dried, eyes firmly closed, and then you'd set off with a smile plastered on your face as you walked a couple blocks away to pick up your actual ray of light.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

His mom's expression always told you she'd known more than she was meant to whenever you'd drop him off or pick him up, but even if she suspected something she herself did nothing but to offer you a soft smile or warm meal on occasion.

—

Joe was expecting you to meet him at your childhood home tomorrow, belongings were to be sorted, and her property was to be sold off the night before the funeral proceedings. Unfortunately most of the profit would be going towards the many debts the woman had surmounted throughout her unfavorable late life, but the rest was meant to be split between the both of you.

For many differing reasons though you'd planned to give all the money to your brother; he could obviously benefit from it more, since he had kids of his own and lived a normal life. You clearly didn't hurt for anything living in the compound with your lovers and off of the Avenger's initiative funds. Honestly though, and more importantly you'd refused to let your mother have such a hold over you in her death.

To cross over thinking that she could possibly take care of you in the process was absolutely absurd, you wouldn't—no—you couldn't give her that satisfaction. Not when all you had ever needed from her was a warm hug, and a kiss goodnight, not guilt money thrown your direction over a decade too late.

Currently though you'd been working out in the gym, blowing off some steam associated with the strange anxiety that came with you returning to that house. Fortunately your girlfriends had been in a meeting that you were 'relieved' of for your 'bereavement' which had only spurred your punches on even more.

Truly it was best that you were alone...

Your wrapped fists made repeated contact with the punching bag, muscles aching, damn near pleading for you to stop, but you really couldn't bring yourself to stop raging. Your soundproof headphones had made you none the wiser to the entirety of the team entering the gym for a bit of communal training. Natasha and Wanda picked up on the anger radiating off of you rather quickly though, and it did nothing to stop their worrying.

With a rather hard punch followed quickly by a roundhouse kick you'd managed to knock the bag across the room. Your screams startled everyone as your body spun around as the kick brought you full circle. To your immediate displeasure the team was stood there staring at you with different levels of shock on their face. Your face remained neutral, casually you'd strolled over to your bag to get your water, removing the headphones you settled them around your neck and waited for someone to make a comment.

"Damnit Y/L/N, there's no need to take to breaking my property, I already have Captain Dipshit and the Angry Green Giant over here for that..." Tony teases, and normally you'd find it funny, you would've even met him with a genuine laugh, but in this moment it's all the inspiration you needed to lose it.

"Do you ever fucking shut up Tony? I mean really, I'm pretty sure everyone here could benefit from a day where you're just not here. Imagine the fucking peace, and all that we could get done if I just shoved my fist down your throat..."

Tony stands firm in his spot, neutral face never wavering as you lost it on him, all he'd wanted to do was smirk at your warranted response. He'd done it on purpose, you needed to let it out, to grieve how you needed to, not how everyone else seemed to think was best for you.

"Detka, that's more than enough!"

"No, please do keep going Y/N, it's not like I'm the one who pays your bills or anything." Tony deadpans, and hopes that you will continue, because nothing you say even remotely offends him, and he just wants to help you.

"Knock it off, both of you!" Cap firmly interjects

"Fuck you Stark! Actually, fuck all of you..." You huff, lifting your bag up over your shoulder before slamming the doors open with purpose, and rushing off to your joint room to take a shower in the hopes of avoiding the women hot on your tail, as well as to calm yourself down if that was at all possible.

—

Not even a second after exiting the bathroom door do you see your girlfriends sat on your shared bed, you just walk passed them on your way to the closet to find a change of clothes.

"Dorogoy, we get that you're sad, but you can't just blow up on whoever you want."

Both women are taken back by your sudden laughter, your back still facing them until you're quickly spinning around to face them.

"That's the thing Nat, I'm not sad—I'm free; that woman that died wasn't my mother, my mom died along time ago, that was just the vessel that once held her, and now she's no longer tied to that corrupted mindless body."

"Detka, you can't mean that, she gave you life, she's the reason you are where you are now, without her we wouldn't have you. How are you not sad? I never even got to meet her, to thank her for you..."

Wanda and Natasha flinch back as a glass makes contact with the wall to the right of them, and your furious face meets their unbearably sympathetic ones.

Their obvious pity just pisses you off beyond measurable reason.

"No, Wanda, I meant exactly that! Neither of you seem to grasp that I'm not sad here, in-fact I'm actually beyond fucking furious! That woman was not a mother, not the kind that counted anyways; she was a selfish bitch who never cared about me a day in her life so why the fuck would I mourn her?"

Saying the words aloud didn't fix the pain in your heart though, because no matter how much you willed the words to be true you knew they weren't.

"Do you know how many nights I had to play the actual role of mother? Had to help my brother with his homework, make dinner from the sparing ingredients left behind in the kitchen, and keep him well taken care of.."

Your voice had quivered, an obvious vulnerability in your tone as your heart gets cracked back open at the mention of your sacrificed youth for your precious brother...

"I was ten years old when I became a mother, I was only fucking ten when my brother cried out for his mama and I couldn't even cry out myself because there was no one there to hold me while I did."

The anger rolled right back through you though as you remember what the women before you are trying to say in such little words. As if you're meant to feel anymore sympathy for the woman who made every wrong choice possible, that abundant well had run dry long ago.

"You will never know what it's like to have a mother that despised you for looking too much like the father she herself took back every time. To know that no matter what you did it would never be enough for her, that you somehow weren't enough to bring about the inspiration she needed to stay medicated, to remain the mother you needed."

Natasha took your words a bit too hard, because in your blinded rage you failed to think about how she never even had that chance at all. Natasha was pissed, and Wanda was sad. Wanda was also thinking back to her youth, because much like you her time with her caring parents was cut short, but where your story changed overnight hers just abruptly ended. None of you here were free of a stolen childhood, but it would be a bit misguided to say your struggles were remotely relatable.

"Now I'm just expected to speak at her funeral, and to sing her praises to the room full of family members that turned a blind eye to it all. So no, I'm not sad at all..."

"... Because that person you are trying to force me to mourn wasn't my mother, but because of a promise I made to the woman that once was I'm going off to handle her death proceedings."

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Baby girl, come here!!" Your mom shouts, and you leave your little brother in charge of the sandcastle as you run over to the umbrella of shade she'd been settled under.

"Yes mama?"

"Time to reapply your sunscreen little one, turn around for me please."

Your mom was rubbing the thick cream into your exposed back while you fidgeted in place, tiny feet tapping along to the sounds of the crashing waves, while you kept a close eye on your brother's progress on the castle.

"Y/N/N... Can I ask you to do something for me my oh so very big girl?"

"Anything you need mama..."

"If anything ever happens to me I need you to be very strong okay, take care of your brother, and when my body goes, most likely long after my mind bring me back to this beach, and sprinkle my ashes under our special cove while dancing around to our song. I promise you I'll be there to hug you before I finally leave you behind for good."

"You're silly, nothings going to happen..."

"Baby, please, just promise me..."

"Of course, I promise mama..."

She smiles endearingly at your raised pinky, doing her best to mask her sad eyes as she links hers to yours to then seal it with a kiss.

"Now can I go build my castle? Joe is kinda ruining the moat..."

"Yeah, and send him over here next." She laughs out at your carefree nature, heart breaking for what's to become of you since she already felt something unsettling deep within.

This pit of utter despair and darkness had all but settled within her, lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike on the prey that was her mind, and she'd honestly had no motivation to tackle it. Your smiling faces apparently not enough a reason to hold back the brewing storm.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Your duffle was securely over your shoulder as you shouldered passed your bewildered girlfriend's, both apparently on the verge of tears as they found themselves speechless, their own bitter losses working to the front of their minds, effectively shattering their already aching hearts, and leaving them to digest your intense traumas within the same beat.

Natasha was the first to reenter the common room, sadness over her feelings toward her own lack of a mother boiling over into equally misplaced anger towards you.

"Sestra, what's with the face?"

"Y/N's being a selfish fucking brat."

Tony inappropriately snorts, which just further upsets the former assassin, and she's quick to attack him—much like a hypocrite—as Wanda's teary eyed face enters the room.

"What's so funny Stark?"

"It's just, you and witchy here have been trying to force the poor girl into tears, treating her like the way she feels is bad or that her process of grieving is wrong. Sure you've all lost a mom, but neither of you had a purposefully absent parent that was simultaneously still there right in front of you. Take it from me—the guy who indeed did have a presently absent parent, and hear me when I say Y/N's exactly where I'd expect her to be."

"Where's that exactly?" Wanda asks, clearly just trying to understand you, having not been nearly as angry as the former widow was.

"Full of unsurmountable rage fueled entirely by her valid childhood resentments, and deep down by the hurt that comes with never getting to move past them with her mother. She's going to be angry, and she's going to snap, and everyone needs to give her the space for that."

Tony paused for effect, trying to speak to the whole room, then as he goes to continue on he's narrowing his focus to your lovers.

"You two really need to take a step back here, stop trying to fix the poor girl because your idea of proper grieving can be found in a psychology book, and instead just be there for her, because when she does finally fall she's going to need you both, and if you continue to push you might not be able to get her back."

Tony berated them with a passion he's rarely used when it came to you, an over protective brother mode was activated within him when he'd learned more of your upbringing. He'd never compare his trauma to yours, knowing good and well he at least still had his mother, and the security that his dads wealth brought. However he understands you in a way no one else here does, and feels it's his job to set the women who held your guarded heart straight.

"Wow—What he said. I've never seen you be so smart before, you did a good job here old man." Yelena jests, pats the man on his back, then leaves the room in order to escape the deep feelings festival.

"Think about what I said, because it's a short time before she'll need you."

Natasha resented the fact that Tony actually had something worth saying, not entirely over her own big feelings, but she's also aware that she had her chance at closure with her story, she now sees that this is yours, and it's only fair you get to take it.

"Pack a bag Wands, we'll give her the night, but tomorrow we show up for her..."

"Yeah, the same way she always does for us..."

—

The hour drive to the outer limits of the city was familiarly daunting, hands reflexively tightened around the steering wheel the closer you'd gotten to the house that was never much of a home, it'd been over five years since you had last set foot within the doors, and for good reason too.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

You had just been welcomed into the Avengers Initiative, and even after everything you'd experienced with her all you wanted was to tell your mom, and that's exactly what you were going to do when you knocked on her door excitedly.

Instead of your mother though a sleazy older man opened the door, the harsh stench of bourbon wafted to your nostrils immediately, and you were already beyond nauseated. Then the man's eyes shamelessly roamed over your body, as if his nearly nude state didn't allude to what had been taking place with your mother.

The whole situation had you already on the verge of vomiting, so when you heard your mother's perturbed tone you knew this was a bad idea, but he caught your arm before you could retreat, and it was too late when she walked up to break free.

"Where are you going honey? Don't you want to join in on the fun?"

"Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well mom, I had good news, and wanted to share it with you..."

"You have until this cigarette is gone to speak."

Like a moth to a flame you settled for the offer, but as soon as you went to speak she blew the smoke directly into your face, then began to loudly laugh at your pained state.

"Better make it quicker than that honey." She says, laughing even harder as you continue to choke on the obnoxious smoke that burns your lungs.

"I-I, I'm an Avenger now."

"Yeah, and I actually give a shit, if that's all then you should be on your way. A fucking Avenger and you can't even handle a little smoke, how incredibly pathetic."

"But Chris, why not have her join us?"

"Because Lamar, she's a 'gay', and even if she wasn't she wouldn't be worth your time, she's always been useless." Your mom bitterly relays, jealousy obvious.

"No, I'm not joining because you two are already a pathetic match made in heaven." You stick up for yourself, a sense of pride filling your heart at your show of strength.

Your head was harshly thrown to the right, sharp nails then dig into your chin to bring you back to face her.

"Listen up you ungrateful bitch, I would never have treated my mother like this, so you better learn how to show me the damn respect I've earned or you can get the fuck out of my life..."

"Let me go and I will..." You growl back, this newfound confidence finally helping you to stand up to your mother.

The pained expression your met with has you feeling guilty, stuttering you move to take it back, but then you are violently shoved out of the doorway to receive a door slammed into your face. It flies back open instantly and the only photo frame of just you to have ever adorned her walls was thrown at your face.

"Go to hell you blasphemous bitch! God said to respect thy mother, I promise he's going to get you for this! You're no daughter of mine."

The corner of the frame had scratched your cheek, while the main impact had sent you back to the compound with a busted lip, and as you laid down that night, ignoring the constant ringing of your phone, it was then that you'd made the decision that it was time to put you first.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•—•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

You steady yourself before making your way inside to see your baby brother with a bottle of scotch in hand, and a quirked brow in your direction.

"Cheers to us big sis, I liken us to Saints because God knows no one else would've done this for her." He greets, and you find yourself chuckling for the first time in days...

—

The suit you were wearing was stuffy, leaving you in a nasty state in which you were sweating bullets, far more than you ever do when out on missions, and your speech was crumpling in your anxious hands as you found yourself second guessing it all.

"God, we thank you for the life that you give us. It is full of work and of responsibility, of sorrow and joy. Today we thank you for Chris, for what she has given and received. Help us in our mourning and teach us to live for the living in the time that is still left to us."

That was your queue, and as you approached the podium you stuffed your speech into your pocket, the bright light hitting your eyes had you squinting while you stood there in silence. The crowd before you was honestly comical, besides your brother and his brood in the first pew you'd hardly recognized the rest of them.

Having not seen most of them since your teen years you notice that they've definitely aged, and it sure as hell wasn't gracefully, and as you went to speak your breath was caught at the sight of your redheads hiding in the shadows. After how you treated them yesterday you'd expected them to be avoiding you, but there they stood, and something about them being there gave you the strength you needed to be brutally honest.

"Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.—Mathew 5:4. If anyone here knew me you'd know I'm not really religious, never read the bible—only ever had it thrown at me."

Your brother smirks up at you, happy to see you've settled on the second speech you discussed together in your drunken stupor.

"However, none of you old bats know me now do you? I hadn't heard from any of you in years until my status as Avenger had been made public. No, Uncle Henry—before you ask, I didn't get your cards signed by Cap, well actually let me not lie in a church, I did, but I donated them to a charity auction..." You watch as your uncles previously neutral expression turns devastated and you fight the eye roll as he's meant to be mourning his sister right now, not his trading cards.

"Oh silly me, let me refocus on the woman of the hour, yeah? My mother, my dearest mother, or should I say mommy dearest? Goodness that woman was a riot wasn't she?Like on the nights when she'd come stumbling in drunk after many nights away, leaving Jo-Jo and I here to fend for ourselves for a few days."

You smirked joyously at the way the crowd moved uncomfortably in their seats.

"But wait, there's more, how about when she left us at the family events where the entirety of you chose to ignore us, and were consistently enabling her to keep being that oh so fun loving mother... Being left to my own devices put me in an interesting predicament actually, I'd been so invisible to all of you that you never realized your words were louder than a whisper."

The room was tense, everyone waited on bated breath for where you were headed, a few sighs fell—prematurely mind you—as you picked out your first set of victims.

"Like Uncle Henry, not to keep picking on you specifically, but did you ever tell Susan that you knew?... Judging by the way you look like you've seen a ghost I'll take a wild guess and assume that's a no... Oh Susie poo, you don't look so well either." You mercilessly taunt the failing couple, choking back your laughter at the sight of the crocodile tears in her eyes.

"How rude of me, I'm sure you're all wondering what it is I'm on about huh? Well, see Henry here got a secret vasectomy back in '99 to test his wife's loyalty because Lord knew she was certainly fertile. So when Susan announced her fifth pregnancy in '02 I'd began to believe in miracles... Then when she gave birth I knew they were real because the baby was spared the familial nose..."

"Hey! Get the hell off that podium, you're a disgrace to this nation, and also this family.." Uncle Phil shouts, and your face lights up at his interruption which leaves the old bag feeling unsettled as he saw the glint in your eyes.

"Oh my gosh, do you guys hear that? Don't you worry Uncle Phil, I didn't forget about you..."

You pressed a button on your phone to play out a faux ringtone, then with enthusiasm you picked it up, and shared a whispered conversation with yourself.

"Congratulations seem to be in order everyone! Maury just called, and it turns out you are in fact the father of a twenty year old boy who's been lied to all his life! Honey, get used to it, this family is full of nothing else."

"You stupid bitch, you're not welcome here!"

"Mom? Sometimes it's like I can still hear your voice... It's a bit deeper this time around though, death really fucked you up huh?"

"Aunt Melissa, careful who you laugh at..." You quip, and the woman settles in her seat fast.

With quick succession you continued to list off bond breaking secrets, dodging the candelabra with ease, and to your total delight little fights began to break out all around the church.

"Well, this has been so much fun, but it seems I must get going now. I'll make sure when I write my tell-all to send you all a copy with all the remaining secrets I'd been unable to expose."

You make direct eye contact with the pastor who'd looked as if he'd finally met his God, so you send him a wink before you dramatically flip off the stage, landing in your girlfriends go to pose in front of your giggling nieces.

"I love you..." Jo whispers in your ear as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

"I love you too Jo-Jo..."

"Are you sure you want to do this all alone?" He asks before releasing you to scoop his kids up and you help him to get them out of the church safely and into his car.

"Yeah, I have this hunch that I'll be just fine..."

—

You'd been able to rent the beach out for only an hour, but you didn't even think you'd need all that much time to scatter her ashes anyway. Once you hiked your way over to the cove you perched the box that held what remained of her on top of a rock, the same exact one she used to sit on with you for hours on end for the first eight years of your life.

With your phone in your back pocket you'd pressed play on your playlist, queueing up your mom's song: "I Hope You Dance." As the music bounced off the walls of the enclosed rock your heart began to beat out of rhythm, and all the pain you'd successfully shoved down deep overtook the anger you'd used to mask it.

"God forbid love ever leave you empty handed. I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, whenever one door closes I hope one more opens, promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance..."

"You always called me an emotionless bitch when you were on a roll and I wouldn't react; little did you know there was never a night spent where I didn't cry myself to sleep in that wretched house." You bitterly chuckle out, stray tears falling against your will but you pay them no mind as you scoop your gloved hand into the box of her ashes and throw a bit of her into the wind.

"On the nights when you'd be gone, and I had the house to myself I'd just scream out for you. Pleading for you to come hold me, to love me. Over time though I stopped crying out for you. I've already mourned your loss along time ago, so it feels weird for me to be here now, still giving you more than you ever gave to me, but I know now that's what you'd expected of me."

"You'd known it was coming and did nothing to stop it, you placed the responsibility on my shoulders at eight and I was none the wiser. You were just as selfish then as you were until your final breath, you just did it with a smile for awhile so I never saw the clear signs of you slipping away, not that I'd have understood."

You stop talking for a moment, reaching into your bag you pull out a shovel from your childhood, then you scooped a sizable chunk of ashes out of the box. Staring at it you planned to just let it slowly glide off into the water below, but a sudden wave of resentment hits you and you throw the filled plastic at the wall with an angered screech.

"Fuck, I fucking hate you for doing this to me! Forcing me to grow up so young, and leaving me to figure out how to navigate through life. You left me all alone; I had no one to talk to when I started my first period, and had questions. No one to process my confusing emotions with after I shared my first kiss with someone, or for when I spent years struggling with my sexuality, no one there to comfort me through my first heartbreak—which if you're wondering what that was it was watching as you became a stranger." You seethed, and with every point you made you slammed another handful of her ashes into the water, and watched through clouded eyes as she was slowly washed away, and you'd honestly take this over Fury's mandated therapy any day.

"The only thing you taught me was that nobody stays, and that pain is inevitable. I spent so many years looking for a mother's love that I allowed the worst kinds of people to hold my heart, but you need to know that you didn't break me like you thought. I'm not alone like you said I'd be, in fact I have two wonderful women who have loved me in ways I'd never thought possible. I'm finally happy, and this whole dying suddenly thing you pulled isn't going to take that away from me!"

Your flashes of anger suddenly fade, and instead your filled with this sudden, uneasy pit of despair that threatens to swallow you whole; every crack in your heart that you'd spent years filling were burst wide open at the seams.

"What I fucking hate the most though is that no matter how hard I try to stop, I can't stop loving you. You were once so good to me, before Joseph came along, and for a little while after, and my foolish, childish heart clings to those memories of the happier days..." You start out screaming, but then you settled, releasing a long breathe before going on further.

"It took me along time to forgive you mama, but I'd finally done it, I even had plans to see you soon, because believe it or not leaving you behind was truly the hardest thing I'd ever done. I felt this overwhelming guilt surge through me that night, it was so fucking painful to see the feelings of betrayal behind your gaze, and if I'm honest a bit unfair. I could see ghost reflections of you in your smile, or on the rare good days, but it just wasn't enough anymore, I had to take care of me first for once."

"I'm so sorry mama..." You repeated the phrase like a mantra, lip trembling as the gravity of this moment sinks in—she's gone, soon your entire body follows as the immense grief seeks out a means of release.

You shakily settled the nearly emptied metal box back onto the rock, doing your best to remain stood on your feet so that the shallow current doesn't have the chance to take you under, though it didn't help that you'd already felt like you were drowning as you stood there desperately gasping for air with your hands atop your thighs to steady yourself.

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The beach was shockingly empty when Natasha and Wanda finally pulled up, your location had pinged here so now it was up to them to find you. Though you'd smiled the whole time you spoke they could see the emergence of sadness blooming beneath your masked orbs the longer you'd been up at the podium, and they knew then that you were close to breaking.

Wanda's heart was immediately drawn to your overwhelming pain so she quietly led Natasha towards the cove, where much like last night they were met with your back, but this time your body was violently trembling.

Natasha saw your knees about to buckle so she surged forward, wrapping her strong arms around you from behind and without meaning to she soaked your shirt with a surge of her own tears. You knew who it was, her scent and hold unmistakable, but with your eyes closed and the sudden breeze you'd pretended for just a moment that it was your mom keeping true to her word.

"Shh, detka... We're here, just let it out."

"Natty, it hurts... It hurts so much..."

"I know detka, but you have to feel it, or else you'll never be able to move passed this."

"You're going to be okay moya lyubov', we'll make sure of it..." Wanda coos, hand gently cupping your cheek while her fingers from the other hand tap along your temple to help to distract you.

"Wands, please, I-I don't want to feel it..."

Your hands had suddenly clutched her shirt. Wanda's heart breaks for you, but she refuses to numb your heart by shutting off your mind. Instead she wrapped her arms around your upper body, and pulled your head into her chest. Natasha stayed firmly against your back, and the both of them silently swayed you in tandem, the song you once shared with your mother continues to repeat, and the gentle melody genuinely settles all of your hearts.

"I'm sorry..." You suddenly squeaked, and both if their grasps on you tightened.

"No, don't you dare apologize, you've done nothing wrong..." Natasha mumbles lips delicately making contact with the exposed skin of your neck.

"Detka, we're the ones who need to say sorry.. We tried to rush your process without understanding where you were coming from and that wasn't fair at all..." Wanda adds, while her fingers instinctually travel beneath your shirt to trace patterns into the skin of your lower back much like she does most nights to help you get to sleep.

"It's okay, I know it's because you guys love me, and just wanted me to be okay..."

"Detka—it's not okay, love is supposed to come with understanding, and we didn't do a very good job at affording you that."

"But we're here now." Natasha firmly states, body contradicting her though as she removes her hold on you to move towards the box.

"However you need us to be." Wanda confirms, hopeful to reassure you that they understand this is your loss to process, and you are left to decide where to go from here.

Your tears had pretty much came to a stop as they held you, your nervous system having calmed with the familiarity of their loving embraces, so now as you look over Wanda's shoulder you have a clear view of Natasha who's currently hunched over, eyes level with the box and a petty smirk upon her face.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N, I'd kick your ass if I could, but I'll settle for talking to your ashes instead. Even with all the odds you had stacked against her she still turned out quite alright, I hope you didn't think that was your doing, because it most certainly wasn't. This beautiful, strong woman stood before you got here in spite of you, and your ruthless attempts to break her. The only pleasantry I will exchange with you is a grateful one, thank you for giving her to us, our world would be bleak without her smile. 'Respectfully' ma'am, I'm happy that someone like you is gone, no longer able to inflict pain. Rest in the misery in which you dished out."

Natasha flips the box off, sending you a cheeky wink as she moves over to sandwich Wanda in between the two of your bodies so that she can place kissed all over your face before locking her lips upon yours.

"Amen." Wanda concurs a bit late.

You giggle against Nat's lips, and Wanda's heart skips a beat at the sound she's pulled from you, one of the sounds they'd desperately missed for the past four days they'd been forced to live without it.

Wanda's lips were quick to take over the moment Natasha's left yours, and as your lips lazily move against hers your body naturally slumps even further against her own; signaling to her just how tired you truly are so she taps your thighs and you jump right up at the clear message.

Natasha happily dumped the rest of the ashes out as you'd tiredly requested, and Wanda held you close while swaying to the music until you fell fast asleep in her hold—finally at peace.

"We love you angel..."

"So very much..."

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The waves came crashing down over the outer rocks of the cove, your mom was eating her half of the sandwich while you happily picked yours apart while sat atop the big rock inside. No matter how much she made it to your specific tastes you'd always decided it tasted better once it was demolished.

"Honey, don't play with your food." She'd attempted to correct your behavior, but deep down she found the chaotic act amusing.

"Mama you silly, I not playing." You reply innocently, shoveling the thinly sliced turkey into your mouth as you do and smiling at her over the massive bite.

"Chew with your mouth closed you silly girl." Your mom just shook her head at your adorable little self, and her heart was full at the idea of you being a big sister soon.

"Otay mama."

Her eyes had been flashing between your content form and the beautiful sunset that was perfectly within view through the entrance of the rock formation. She had brought a handheld radio along that was now sitting beside you on the rock, softly playing a station dedicated to "all the goodies," and it provided a great space filler for when neither of you had much to say.

Her head turned to you at the sound of your gasp, but her heart settled fast when she saw you with your mouth agape and your finger pointed to the radio she'd for the most part tuned out at this point.

"Mama! Mama! Our song!"

"I know honey.." She mused, then within an instant your giddy form was perched atop her protruding bump.

She turned to face the sunset, a hand was securing your head against her shoulder while the other laid out flat across your lower back. Whispering along to the song she began to gently sway her bump from side to side, using the excitement of the song to trick your tired body into falling asleep.

"Goodnight sweet girl, I love you so..."

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"I hope you dance..."

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"Mama... wake up..." Alana whimpers, tiny arms vigorously shaking you as best they can.

Your body reflexively flopped over, groans of disproval tumble passed your lips at the unwelcome consciousness trying to seep in.

"Please..." She pleads, voice wavering as she is nearly in tears.

The frightened sound of your daughters pleas was enough to pull you from your deep sleep, rolling back to your back you stare up at her through blurry eyes.

"Oh sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"Can I sleep with you please?"

"Of course angel, you don't even have to ask.."

She settles her body directly atop of you, and you decide against pushing her, because you know only Nat's able to get her back to her bed.

Sadly your lovers happen to be stuck at the compound after hours tonight, leaving you on your own with the housewife duties—not that you mind, it's a perfect system you've got here. Two head off to work, one stays at home, and with each week you switch off, with the last week of every month being for family time. Fury might not like it all that much, but the alternative of all of you walking was far worse for him so he had easily relented.

Tightly you secure her body to yours with strong arms, singing out a medley of her favorite lullabies, and feeling settled as her breathing slowly begins to even out, but in an act of defiance she whispers through a yawn before finally succumbing to her exhaustion.

"I love you mama, thanks for protecting me..."

"I love you too angel—I promise you that I always will, it's what a mama's meant to do."

With that the both of you drift back off to sleep, and you fall asleep smiling, because even though your lovers aren't there as you fall, at least you're not entirely alone, and you know with certainty that you never will be again.

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