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mamayan · 6 months

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Tengen Uzui

tw: NSFW • AI/Otome Troupe • Dubcon • Somnophilia • Oral (F!) • Fem! Reader • Overstimulation • Mild Edging • Slight Manipulation

wc: 2061

Your game is glitching.

Your eyes travel across the screen again, then back over to your phone where you check to see that the dialogue is clearly different.

Did you happen to get an Easter Egg version? There was no news of such a release though, and you’d done your research in depth before you’d even received this game.

You sat back on the couch, worrying your bottom lip as you contemplated your next action. You could sell it for a lot. These sort of quirks amongst the gaming community had high value, and this would surely fetch a good deal on auction. You should play it too though, enjoy the characters and the game thoroughly before you make your money back and then some.

The game gives you eight characters to play through, and in classic dating simulation style, they all have unique traits and characteristics. Your first character of choice was going to be a dark haired blue eyed male, his pretty image tempting, but the comedic dialogue of another prompted you to pick a different route.

Tengen Uzui, the muscular male who seemed to point directly through the screen at you with a grin saying “You’d make a flashy sight next to me!”

His route was deeper than you thought, and the game allowed for something entirely unexpected.

You could type out a response.

You were sure the algorithm was based on certain key words, it had to be.

So why did it send chills down your spine when Tengen offered you very specific comfort when you’d jokingly put “Not very good, my boss was very mean to me at work today,” when he’d asked how you were? His response was enough to make you pause and save, needing time to think over exactly what was going on.

“Your company works you too hard, if you were mine, I’d never allow for that non-flashy behavior to happen to you.”

It got stranger and more real as the days passed and you got deeper into the game. Eventually you’d tried to quit his route, but whenever you attempted to play another character, the game would glitch and send you back to the starting screen.

“This is weird…” you felt conflicted, some deeper instinct urging you to sell the game already and just buy a version which didn’t act so… alive.

“I’ll sell it,” you settled, about to remove the game cartridge when it turns on.

Tengen’s character is pointing at the screen, smile the same as the artists designed, but the text is menacing.

“Trying to run from me?”

You unplugged the entire system with the determination to stop whatever deranged prank the game coders were trying to pull with this, but once you cut power to the console, you realize in a daze the game is still on.

“What the…” his character is closer to the screen, more zoomed in on his charming smile and wink, fushia eyes staring straight through you.

Then text appears at the bottom, different than a text box as the banner pops up with a dooming music track.

“How in the hell—,” you don’t get to finish before the world around you goes dark.

—BAD END—

When you wake next, it’s to a strange pressure in your core.

Your head is spinning, bleary eyes staring up at a wooden ceiling as you try to recall when you’d stayed at someone else’s home.

Something noisy was distracting you as a numbness flowed through your body, tingles shooting up your spine. You were warm, almost too much as you awkwardly shifted and found something holding you down from below. It was like a bar around your thighs, as you lifted your foggy head to figure out the mystery.

The scream lodged in your throat, too unnerved and stunned to properly force anything besides a choked sob out.

A very large man was between your thighs, silvery hair loose and falling into sharp fuschia eyes looking directly at you—and a long trail of saliva connecting his tongue to your bare and spread pussy.

His lazy smirk is all too familiar but it was horrifying because it was flesh and blood, real.

Tengen Uzui was living and breathing.

“Awake, little gem?” His rhetorical question leaves you stammering for words, fumbling for an explanation you apparently wouldn’t be getting as he dives back into your messy cunt.

“Hah—!” Now awake to consciously process the pleasure, you realize he was the cause of the earlier numbness and sloppy noises.

Tengen chuckles into your heat, happy to leave you delirious and confused as he swirls his tongue around your puffy clit before sucking harshly, loving the sharp arch of your spine as you jerk in his hold. “Something wrong, gem? You still seem eager to get away, it’s kind of a pain…” He ignores your pathetic attempt to push his head away, easily overpowering you and forcing his tongue straight inside of you, wiggling the thick muscle around your gummy walls. He drinks down your slick while hearing you whine above, thighs shaking in threat of another release. He’d already made you cum once while you’d still been asleep, though he thinks you were much cuter when you were struggling less.

“Pl-please—!” Your whines were morphing into moans and whimpers, hands which were pushing him away were curling into his hair and tugging. His grin is saturated in your arousal as he eats you, tongue massaging and tearing you apart as your muscles lock and you cum.

You felt suffocated, overwhelmed as your body betrayed your mind, everything going blank as your body came apart for him and his aggressive touch.

He drinks you down, cleaning your slick up and nipping softly at your inner thighs as they shake around his head.

You looked adorable, trembling and gasping for air as he allowed you to gently float down from your high. The wide expanse of his palm splays over your lower belly, lightly resting the weight against you as he shifts and lays his upper body over you. You’re blanketed by his body, eyes looking up in a daze as you wonder if this is a dream. It has to be, this isn’t possible is it?

“Tengen…” his name sounds like heaven coming from your lips, his smile growing as he presses his lips against your mouth, slipping into your mouth and giving you a taste of your own release.

When he pulls away, you find how beautiful this man is in person, even without his jewelry and decorations he looks radiant in the dim light.

“Like what you see?” His eyes are sparkling, teasing as he brings his hand up your nude torso, dragging his calloused digits over your soft chest and up to your neck and jaw. “You’re so soft, quite the irony for how hard you tried to get rid of me.” His tone shifts, darkening as his hand increases the pressure on your cheeks and jaw, forcing your mouth open. Your widened and frightened gaze irritates him, his lips turning down as he leans closer, nipping your lower lip as he holds you down.

“You can’t run from me here.” He chuckles humorlessly, trailing his lips down as he releases your face, circling your neck instead as he slips a hand under your ass to lift and slot his hips between your thighs now. You realize now his yukata is open, and he’s nude beneath, his hardened cock resting heavy on your slit.

“Y-you aren’t real—,” it’s like you’re trying to convince yourself it truly is a terrible hallucination, “you’re a character not a p-person, this isn’t real,” his lips smash against yours, rough kiss distracting as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, soft tip threatening as his hips press forward.

You break the kiss in a gasp, eyes opened wide as your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing against him while he laughs for real now.

“Not real? Tell me if this feels real, gem, I’ve got all night to convince you in the flashiest way possible.” His eyes are blazing with passion, wicked gaze searing as he splits you open on his cock.

He didn’t stretch you beforehand, not at all as you grit your teeth and feel each inch fill you slowly. Tengen relishes the way your eyes water, pretty features twisting as he takes you for the first, but not the last, time.

“That’s it, gem. Does my cock feel real?” His hand drifts back down to your belly, pressing down as he bottoms out inside of you. You’re left breathless, gasping as the pressure increases when he applies outside force, your whimper swallowed as his lips cover your own again. The room begins to heat with you, perspiration dotting your brow as he rocks even deeper, pressing his tip up against your womb.

“Did you know? In most cultures, just the act of sex counts as a marital ritual, I can call you my wife like this.” His cocky smirk would be irritating if he wasn’t filling you up until you couldn’t think, head going fuzzy as he slowly adjusts you to his massive length.

His hand shifts even lower, confusion waring with the echoes of pleasure as he lightly brushes the little bead above your slit, your breath catching as your hands fly to his wrist. Tengen is faster, making a tut noise before using his free hand to gather up both your own and pin them above your head, his thrust becoming more forceful as he increases the pace.

“Tell me, gem, tell me how deep I am. You said you wanted to be my little wife didn’t you? I remember quite clearly.” The wet squelching of your cunt as he drives himself into you is nothing short of lewd, your moans hiccup as you struggle against the restraint of his grip.

“I-I didn’t—,” you try to deny it, but a vague recall reminds you did once say so… to the game. It’s ludicrous, all of this, but it’s difficult to formulate a coherent argument with him fucking you like he truly does want to be your husband.

Like he’s going to make you cum again. Tengen’s smile becomes more genuine as you writhe and moan beneath him, hips shaking more as he thrums your clit and times it with each thrust into you, wiring you higher and higher until you’re just on the cusp.

He leans over you, mouth just against your ear, “Say it, gem, who are you?” You don’t understand, mouth open with drool trailing down your pretty cheek as you tremble. “Come on, you know who you are, what are you?” He’s teasing you, slowing down as the seconds tick and panic washes because you’re so close, just right there—

“Please, Tengen,” he hushes you, grin growing wickedly out of your line of sight. “That’s not what I want to hear…” it’s so deep and guttural in your ear, his voice ringing until you're smothered in euphoria.

“Come on, I’ll ask one more time, who are you?” He’s hardly rocking anymore, your body shaking as you babble and beg, trying to decipher his riddle, tears pooling at your lash line as desperation grips you.

You blink the tears away, a few sliding down your face as you give in, lips pursed and pouty.

“Your—I’m your wife…” he groans, his weight becoming heavier on top of you as he picks up his speed again, beginning to pound into you senselessly as pleasure rushes back almost too quickly. All too soon you’re coming, crying his name as you clamp down around his cock and he follows, teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as you shudder.

“Fuck, that’s it gem, soak my cock, my sweet wife.” You gasp, trying to twist away as he continues to rock into you, cock still hard as your sensitive walls protest more stimulation.

“T-Tengen…” you glance down, before looking up as he shifts to hover over you, face less cocky and more soft than before. He looks almost sweet as he smiles down at you.

“We aren’t done, you still have a few more for me, don’t you?” He ignores how you shake your head, denial spilling past your lips before he’s silencing you with another kiss.

“Be good, my gem, I’m not letting you run away.”

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harringrove-cafe · 2 months

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atomicladytimetravel · 9 months

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Hot for Teacher

I saw a request by @whichwitchwanda and I had a good idea. It got a little longer than I expected it to but I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After a stressful morning of teaching, your fiancé Joel stops by to help blow off some steam. You get a Zoom call from your boss, but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel good. Things only get better once the two of you are home.

No outbreak AU. There’s an unspecified age gap (however reader is young enough to be able to get pregnant) so you can use your imagination. Smut with little plot. 18+ MINORS DNI. Public oral and breeding kink. No use of (y/n).

3,824 Words.

“I think I might actually hate my job.”

You said it out loud to an empty classroom. You were staring at the mess of papers, empty water bottles and food trash your students had left on the floor. You ignored the school’s no food in class policy as long as the students picked up after themselves. It hadn’t been an issue in the previous years, but the group of students you had that semester were rough.

You took your phone out and snapped a picture of the mess. You walked through the rows of desks and sighed heavily upon seeing one with dicks of various sizes drawn in what you could only assume was permanent marker. You grabbed a disinfectant wipe and confirmed your suspicions when the ink didn’t budge. You took a picture of that as well.

You went back to your desk and opened your laptop. You were supposed to be having a Zoom meeting with your superintendent and principal in half an hour to discuss this exact issue. You transferred the two pictures over and attached them to an email.

Good morning,

Due to the destruction of my classroom (see attached photos), I am requesting we reschedule our Zoom meeting. I have to clean this up during my free period. I will be available when my students leave for lunch between 12:00pm-12:45pm.

You signed the email and sent it, hoping for a quick response. While you waited, you shot off a text to your fiancé Joel.

[9:04 AM] You: I am so done with these fucking teenagers.

He didn’t respond immediately, but you expected that. He was either elbow deep in paperwork or at a job site helping his guys put up walls. You did get a response from your two bosses confirming their ability to reschedule, however. After thanking them, you closed your laptop and got to work cleaning. Your phone vibrated a few minutes later and you paused to check your messages.

[9:31 AM] Joel: Uh oh. Bad morning?

[9:32 AM] You: [Image Attached] They destroyed my classroom. There’s trash everywhere and someone drew dicks all over one of the desks. In PERMANENT MARKER.

[9:32 AM] You: Now I have to grade papers AND have my Zoom meeting during lunch since I’m stuck cleaning this up during my free period.

You continued cleaning, going between the rows and picking up the trash. You came to the dick desk and wondered how you were going to get that cleaned up. You googled “how to remove permanent marker from a school desk” and scrolled through the results. Your eyes flicked to the top of the screen when another text from Joel came through.

[9:51 AM] Joel: Fuck, that looks pretty bad. I’m sorry babe. Some people’s kids 🙄

[9:52 AM] You: Tell me about it. Better finish cleaning before my next class. Love you 😘

[9:52AM] Joel: Love you more ❤️

One of the google results said a dry eraser marker should remove the permanent marker from the desk. You were pleasantly surprised to find out it worked. At least you didn’t have to hear the immature comments from the next kid to sit there.

You finished cleaning right before the bell rang. Your next class went alright; your classroom wasn’t in shambles at least. When the bell rang for lunch, you scarfed down the granola bar you’d gotten from the vending machine in the teachers lounge and started grading papers. There was a soft knock on your door a few minutes later. You saw Joel through the thin window and smiled, motioning him in.

“Hey baby, what are you doing here?”

“Since you had a rough morning, I thought I would come see you and bring you this,” he said, placing a venti cup of your favorite Starbucks on your desk.

“Oh god, this is exactly what I needed.” You grabbed the drink and took a big gulp of it. “I knew I loved you for a reason.”

He chuckled and stood behind you, massaging your shoulders as you continued grading. His strong hands worked at your tense muscles; you almost moaned because it felt so good.

“Damn darlin’, you really are stressed. Your shoulders are rock hard,” he observed.

“You have no idea,” you sighed. “These kids are killin’ me.”

“You know you can leave if you want to. I can support both of us comfortably, you don’t have to put yourself through this,” he reminded you. He’d been trying to get you to quit all year. His contractor business had taken off and he made more than enough to take care of you. You had been mulling over his offer more and more. Between the students and poor decision making from the school board, you went home crying more often than not.

“I know. I’ve actually been giving it a lot of thought,” you replied. “This has been my worst year teaching.”

“I know baby.” He moved your hair to the side and peppered kisses to your neck.

“Joel, what are you doing?” you giggled softly.

“Let me make it better,” he muttered into your skin.

“Baby, I’m at work,” you pointed out.

“So? No one is in here. I locked the door when I came in. I haven’t had lunch yet so why don’t you let me eat that little pussy real quick?” His lips were next to your ear now and his bedroom voice sent shivers down your spine. You knew you definitely shouldn’t, but an orgasm would help relieve stress. You were thankful for the maxi dress you chose to wear that morning.

“Mmm, how can I say no?” you hummed.

“Thaaaat’s a good girl,” he whispered right into your ear. You spun your chair around to face him.

“Good girls don’t let their fiancé eat their pussy while they’re at their teaching job.”

“Good girls do what they’re told.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now turn back around.”

You obeyed and he got to his knees in front of you. He backed up under your desk, smirking the whole time. The man loved being dirty. He settled himself under your dress and pulled your panties off. He spread your thighs with his hands and placed soft kisses to the flesh between your legs. You tried your best to keep your face neutral as he started kitten licking at your clit. You gasped when he sucked gently. You were so lost in the pleasure that you almost missed the invitation for your Zoom meeting come across your laptop.

“Shit…Joel, my Zoom meeting,” you said, sitting up straighter in your chair. He didn’t stop.

“Joel, it’s the superintendent of the school district,” you hissed.

“Better be on your best behavior then.” You couldn’t see his face but you could practically hear the shit eating grin plastered on it. You clicked the link to join the meeting and composed yourself as best as you could. The faces of the superintendent and the principal appeared on the screen.

“Good afternoon Mrs. French, Mr. Simms,” you addressed them. “Thank you for taking the time to have this meeting.”

You struggled to remain professional as Joel’s tongue circled your clit. He was an expert with his tongue. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every swipe. You wanted to fuck his face so bad, but you knew your top half would give you away.

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry to see the photos you sent to us,” Mrs. French (the superintendent) said. She really looked like she could not have cared less.

“Yes, that’s disheartening to see,” Mr. Simms added. “What’s with all the food wrappers? There’s a no food in class policy.”

You toyed with your bottom lip and thought carefully about your answer. You knew they would ask about that. Joel sucked on your clit again and the jolt of pleasure made you slap your hand on the desk.

“Is everything alright?” Mrs. French asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, just killing a pesky gnat,” you lied. “I told my students at the beginning of the semester that I didn’t mind if they ate in my class as long as they clean up after themselves.”

You did your best to concentrate on your principal’s response as Joel’s tongue prodded at your hole before licking back up to your clit. You bucked your hips ever so slightly; thankfully it looked like you were just adjusting your position.

“We have a no food policy in place for a reason. You can’t rely on rely on teenagers to clean up after themselves,” Mr. Simms said. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Then you had to stop yourself from crying out as Joel began furiously eating your pussy. Your hands white knuckled the arms of your chair. You cleared your throat, hoping your voice would come out steady.

“To be frank, I’ve been telling my students this since I began teaching here three years ago. This is the first time it’s ever been an issue. My students this semester have been disrespectful and rude,” you told them. “I have several more pictures to prove it.”

Your breath hitched when you felt two of Joel’s thick fingers slide into you. You wished you could see him, nose buried in your cunt and knuckle deep inside you. You loved it when he looked up at you when his face was between your legs. You were trying so hard not to make any noise; Joel’s fingers were ramming into your g-spot repeatedly and it felt so fucking good. You wanted to feel him everywhere. You wanted his hands to pull the neckline of your dress down and roll your nipples between his fingers. You wanted him to fuck you from behind, your dress bunched up to your waist and tits spilling out the front. You realized you had zoned out while your superintendent was speaking and you rejoined the conversation mentally.

“-so you really can’t blame the students for leaving food wrappers everywhere.”

You didn’t need to know the rest of what she had said. She was blaming you for the mess the students had made.

“With all due respect, I do blame the students. They’re all old enough and should know how to walk to a trash can to dispose of their trash. Water bottles and paper are allowed in class and that also littered my floor this morning. Should I stop allowing water and paper?” You were getting angry, but that didn’t stop Joel. If anything, it made him go harder. Your cheeky side turned him on. Your legs were shaking with pleasure on his shoulders.

“There’s no need for sarcasm,” Mrs. French chastised. “What do you want us to do about it?”

“Literally anything besides nothing,” you responded angrily. You were tired of not being taken seriously. “I’ve been dealing with this all semester and I’ve gotten no help from either one of you. I’m tired of going home mentally exhausted and crying.”

You made up your mind then. You could have a much better, more stress free life as Joel’s housewife.

“As a matter of fact, today is my last day teaching.”

Joel stopped then, shocked that you actually just quit.

“Let’s not be hasty now,” Mrs. French started, but you cut her off.

“Listen, my fiancé makes more than enough to support me and I don’t need to keep taking shit from this fucked up school district. I’d leave right now if I thought you could find a sub on such short notice.”

They both stared at you in stunned silence; you had always been very mellow and neither of them ever thought you had it in you to speak to them that way.

“I’ll leave my room key at the front office at the end of the day. It’s been a pleasure speaking with you.”

You left the Zoom meeting without another word.

“Keep eating my pussy,” you demanded. “Need to fucking cum.” Joel wasted no time obliging. The tip of his tongue worked furiously at your clit and you sighed with relief. He pumped his fingers inside you again, curling them and making your hips rise involuntarily. A quiet moan slipped past your lips and you pursed them together tightly. He flattened his tongue against your clit and you bucked your hips, fucking his face until you were teetering on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whispered. You slapped your hand over your mouth and squeezed your eyes shut as the orgasm washed over you. You squeezed his head with your thighs and he knew you were cumming hard. When your body relaxed, you pushed your chair back and Joel stood up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned widely at you.

“You quit.”

“I did. I’m all yours from now on,” you smiled. The thought of not coming back tomorrow filled your entire body with joy.

“Baby girl, you better be ready when I get home tonight,” he smirked. He pulled you to his chest and kissed you softly. His hard on poked your thigh through his jeans. “Wish I could fuck you on this desk right now. I’m so fucking hard.”

You reached down and gave his dick a quick squeeze.

“Mmm, you are aren’t you? I’ll take care of that for you later,” you promised. He smiled.

“I’ll see you at home baby. Love you,” he said, kissing you once more.

“Love you more.”

———————————

When you got home from work, you freshened up and put on Joel’s favorite black lace teddy. You dabbed a little perfume behind your ears and on your chest. You heard him come through the front door and you checked your appearance in the full length mirror before settling on the bed.

“Baby?” he called from downstairs.

“Up here, in the bedroom!” you called back. You heard his heavy boots thudding up the stairs.

“Look at my baby,” he grinned when he opened the door. “God damn, you look like heaven.”

“You told me to be ready for you. I’m ready,” you told him. He stood at the end of the bed and you crawled over to him. You stood on your knees and draped your arms around his neck. You put your lips to his ear. “Been ready all day.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking proud of you baby. Gonna reward you so good.”

He crashed his lips against yours for a hot, open mouthed kiss. His fingers tangled in your hair as your tongues swirled together. His other hand pawed at your ass cheek, squeezing briefly before giving it a smack.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’ve been half hard since I left the school. I can’t wait to bury myself in your tight little pussy.” His mouth was on your neck then, nibbling and sucking at the skin. You knew there would be a mark there later, but you didn’t care now. He pushed the thin straps of your teddy down and pulled the neckline so that your breasts were exposed to him.

“So fucking pretty,” he muttered as he squeezed them in his hands. His thumbs swiped over your nipples and they hardened under his touch. He used his tongue on one of the sensitive buds as if he were using it on your clit. The sensation sent arousal straight to your core.

“Hmmm, that feels good,” you hummed. You cried out when he sucked then gently nibbled on your nipple. You were already soaking the lace in between your legs. As if reading your mind, he reached down and grazed his fingers over your pussy lips.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaking for me,” he marveled. He pushed the teddy the rest of the way down your body and helped you out of it.

“As much as I love that thing, I love seeing all of you even more,” he said. He shed his own clothing and instructed you to lie back on the bed. He crawled over you and nudged your legs apart with his knee. He reached down and lightly pressed two fingers to your throbbing clit. He began rubbing in tantalizingly slow circles. He looked down at you with lust filled eyes. You spread your legs wider to give him better access.

“There ya go, that’s my good girl,” he praised. He moved his fingers faster and you moaned, squeezing his bicep.

“God Joel, fuck me please,” you whimpered.

“Mmm, soon but not yet baby. I love touching your little pussy. Love feeling how it responds to me.” He dipped one finger inside you before dragging it back up to your clit and you moaned again. His words turned you on even more and you bucked your hips into his hand. He pushed them down and pinned you to the bed.

“Patience, love. You’ll get what you need,” he soothed. He pushed two fingers inside you and continued rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, baby that feels good,” you whined.

“You deserve to feel good, sweet girl. Gonna make you forget all that stress.” He fingered you expertly and peppered kisses to any part of you his mouth could reach. “I’m gonna take such good care of my baby.”

“Oh god,” you moaned. The way he was talking to you drove you wild.

“Cum on my fingers so I can give you this cock,” he commanded. “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby. Can you cum for me baby girl?”

“Fuck, yes I’m so close,” you gasped. You pulled his face to yours so you could kiss him hard.

“I’m gonna cum,” you panted against his lips.

“Yeah, give me that cum baby,” he growled. You came around his fingers, your head tipping back and mouth hanging open as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you once you’d come down and he sucked them clean.

“God I love the way you taste,” he said before kissing you again. You could taste the remnants of your orgasm on his tongue. He didn’t waste any more time; he dragged his rock hard cock through your pussy lips and you jolted when the tip hit your sensitive clit.

“Put it in Joel, please,” you begged.

“Aw, my needy little thing,” he cooed. He slid just the tip of his cock inside you before pulling it back out slowly.

“N-no teasing baby, please give me your cock,” you pouted.

“Since you asked so nicely…”

He slid into you fully, bottoming out before sliding out and repeating the motion.

“F-fuck Joel…so big. Feels so good,” you moaned.

“Yeah? This what you needed baby? To be full of my cock?” His hips snapped forward and you wrapped your legs around his waist, gripping the sheets beneath you.

“Yes baby, wanted to be full of you so bad. Love how you feel inside me.”

“Shit baby girl,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck my baby like she deserves.”

He thrust harder, faster and rubbed your clit with his thumb until you were screaming his name over and over.

“God Joel, keep fucking me just like that. You’re gonna make me cum.” Your words came out breathlessly and desperate.

“Cum on my cock baby. Let go for me.” He rubbed your clit faster and you came around him, your cunt squeezing his cock. Your nails scratched down his back and your hips rose off the bed as you orgasmed hard.

“Oh my god,” you panted. “Fuck baby, that felt so good.”

“Can you do it again darlin’? God I could watch you cum for the rest of my life.” His voice was gruff and sexy.

“Mmm yeah baby, give me another one,” you purred.

“God damn I love you,” he grinned down at you.

“I love you,” you replied, matching his grin. He brought your legs up so that the back of your thighs were pressed to his chest. He held your ankles together with one hand as he resumed thrusting.

“I love being in this tight fucking pussy,” he groaned through gritted teeth. You did a kegel around him and his movements stuttered.

“Oh god do that again,” he moaned. You did it once more and reveled at the reaction you got from him. He wrapped his arm around your thighs and thrust into you hard.

“Cum for me again baby. I’m not gonna last much longer with you doin’ all that,” he panted. You giggled a little; he was very much the dominant one but you loved what you could do to him with the tightening of one muscle. He started fucking into you with intensity, his balls slapping against you obscenely with every thrust; you tensed around him again.

“If you don’t quit doin’ that, I’m gonna cum before you do,” he warned.

“Give it to me,” you whimpered. “Cum inside my pussy.”

“Are you sure?” he asked; you’d talked about children but your job always came first.

“Yes baby, I wanna be so full of your cum.”

“Yeah? You want me to give you a baby?” You weren’t aware either of you had a breeding kink until then.

“Oh god, fuck, yes put a baby in me,” you cried.

“Oh yeah baby girl. Gonna look so good being my pregnant little housewife.” His thrusts were relentless. You could tell he was getting close. He dropped your legs and leaned down to kiss you, swallowing the moans coming from your mouth. You wrapped your legs around him again and he reached between you to rub your clit.

“Joel, I’m gonna cum baby. Gonna cum so f-fucking hard.”

Your back arched off the bed as you came for him again. You muffled your screams into a pillow so the neighbors wouldn’t think you were being murdered.

“God damn, squeezin’ my cock so good. I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up and fuck a baby right in this little pussy.”

“That’s right baby, fill my pussy up. Give me all your fucking cum,” you encouraged. You squeezed around him as he thrust one last time and you felt warm cum filling you up. His hips stilled and he held onto your thighs for dear life as he drained his balls deep in your cunt. When he was finished, he pulled his sensitive cock out and watched as his cum dripped from your hole.

“That is so hot,” he panted. “I like seeing my cum drip out of you.”

“I think we just discovered a new kink,” you giggled.

“I think so,” he winked. He kissed you tenderly.

“I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself today,” he said. “I promise, I��ll take care of you for the rest of our lives. You and anyone else that comes along.”

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” you smiled softly.

“I’m the lucky one.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too Joel.”

#joel miller #joel miller smut #the last of us #tlou hbo #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

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ellsieee · 1 year

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This is my last rambling Unintentional Love Story post and I feel a bit sad that I have to say goodbye until season 2. I think it's going to be a while before another series captures my heart like this one. The last series before ULS that caused this level of brainrot was Word of Honor and that was two years ago. 😅

Taejoon and Wonyoung's story wrapped up beautifully. It brought all the warm fuzzies and I couldn't have asked for a more satisfying ending.

I like the contrast here, with Wonyoung feeling helpless, thinking they're really over, and Taejoon smiling because he realizes that Wonyoung is jealous and that they're definitely getting back together.

Istg Taejoon is being a little gremlin here. That smile on his face makes me think he knows that the way he responded makes it seem like he wants Wonyoung to disappear.

The way pulls Wonyoung into the hug with strength, but then gently cradles his neck during the hug made me sigh with happiness.

I've seen a lot of discussion about the dead fish kissing in ULS and I wanted to address it. I'm not going to pretend they didn't serve us multiple servings of dead fish. I get the criticism, we shouldn't be getting dead fish anymore in 2023 and I too, could have done without the dead fish close ups. However, I stand by my earlier statements that the dead fishes do not detract from the series. Despite the poor kissing skills, all the emotions are there, and isn't that what makes a series great?

The zoomed out shot of them kissing made my toes curl. I love the way that Taejoon is gripping Wonyoung's hands, not letting him go. It's these moments and feelings that resonate with me rather than the actual kissing. Would better kissing or getting rid of the dead fish close ups have improved the series? Probably yes, but only a little. Does it ruin the series as some claim? Absolutely not. I will defend this series till I die.

I loved Wonyoung's tear here. He's just so overcome with emotion and I was too while watching. His love is finally reciprocated again. I'm so happy for them.

YASSSS. Finally. I squealed with joy. Wonyoung's smile is everything. 🥰❤️

Melted into a big puddle of goo again. This is one of my favorite scenes. The way Wonyoung and Taejoon move their arms to hold each other closer, along with Taejoon's patented neck hold had me screaming into my pillow again. 😅

Love Donghee Taejoon bestie energy. Love that grabbing each other by the scruff is their way of communicating. No way is Taejoon going to let Donghee kiss Wonyoung! 🤭

I loved Wonyoung's piss off, I'm not scared of you look to Inho and daddy Taejoon's charging in to protect his boy.

THAT FLEX!! Wonyoung holding hands with Taejoon and then giving Inho that hmpf, loser glance as he is led away shows how confident he is now. Love it.

SO CUTE. I love the handhold with interlocking fingers. 🫠 I have not read the manhwa, but apparently Wonyoung is the one who buys the rings, so he could be checking Taejoon's ring size here. 🥰

Has any other kbl had this much handholding? I really like this shot because for whatever reason I see a heart in the empty space between them.

They are the cutest couple. Love how Wonyoung snuggles Taejoon. Taejoon loves Wonyoung's cutesy side just like me. Matching pjs should be cringe but it's freakin cute when they do it.

Oooo Wonyoung's got lines! 😊 I'm so glad that Taejoon was able to leave his baggage behind enough to be able to say that without feeling like Wonyoung is only trying to take advantage of him.

I'm so happy they released the behind the scenes so we can have both POVs of this hug. Wonyoung looks so happy. I'm smiling like an idiot again.

I love that we got to see Wonyoung standing up to vice manager Jung. Demanding an apology! You get him Wonyoung! But also, when did Jung find out that Taejoon and Wonyoung were dating? When did he find out they broke up? Did Taejoon tell him? 🤔

A picturesque ending. 🥰❤️🫠 I do wish we got a bit of back story on the rings, but it doesn't matter. They're going to live happily ever after, I know it.

It's really over. 😭 I will miss this series so much. It's my favorite kbl ever for now.

In case anyone is interested and missed the other spazz posts: [Ep 1-4] [Ep 5-6] [Ep 7] [Ep 8] [Ep 9]

#my weekly spazzy love letter to unintentional love story #this series is just so good #i can't stop talking about it yet #but at least i can start bringing myself to properly watch some other series now #unintentional love story

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bradshawsbaby · 11 months

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For the soft thoughts—

Nick saying “Daddy” and “Mommy” for the first time. And crawling, and walking, etc. 👀

I can only imagine how much that household was vibrating with emotions after Bradley and Mrs. B wanted to be parents for so long. Those milestones just hit different. ❤️

Oh my gosh, yes, every milestone is cause for celebration in the Bradshaw household!!! 🥹

I actually wrote about the first time Nick said “Dada” here—and it’s how he earned the Goose nickname!

But the first time he walks? You and Bradley are practically jumping for joy!

Your baby boy had been crawling for months, zooming around the apartment so quickly that you and Bradley had been on the verge of heart attacks more than once. Your home was so baby proofed at this point that it practically looked like a padded cell.

For the past couple months, Nick had been attempting to pull himself up and stand on his own. He’d even managed a tottering step or two before collapsing to the floor. You and Bradley were constantly praising and encouraging him, taking his tiny little hands in yours and guiding him back and forth across the living room.

Now, at thirteen months old, your son seemed more determined than ever to begin walking on his own.

“He’s been trying all day,” you told Bradley when he got home from work. “He keeps picking himself up and taking a step or two, then falling back down. But he keeps on trying. He’s stubborn, just like his daddy,” you teased.

“He’s almost there. I can feel it,” Bradley told you, the three of you settling in the living room for some family time.

“Come on, Nick. Come to Daddy,” your husband called out, walking across the room and sitting down on the floor. He held out his arms and beckoned to him.

“Nick, look! Go to Daddy!” you cooed softly, resting your hand supportively on your son’s back as he lifted himself up on wobbly legs.

“Come on, buddy! You can do it! Don’t think, just do,” Bradley grinned, stretching his arms out further.

Nick took one tentative step, then another, wobbling slightly, but without falling down. You and Bradley both cheered him on. Seeming to grow in confidence, your son took another couple steps, his chubby little arms flailing at his sides.

“There you go! You’re almost there!” Bradley told him, his eyes widening as he looked from Nick to you.

“Dada!” Nick laughed brightly, stumbling a few more steps until he landed in Bradley’s waiting arms.

You and Bradley both shot up, Nick now safely tucked in his father’s embrace, and cried out in excitement.

“He did it! His first steps! Our baby is walking now!” you cried out, welling up with emotion as you ran over to your two boys. “You did it, sweet boy!”

“Mama!” Nick beamed, reaching out to touch your face.

You and Bradley had never been prouder.

#soft bradshaw thoughts #the bradshaw family #mr. & mrs. bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #mrs. bradshaw #rooster x reader

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chocochipsushi · 2 years

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𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟏𝐊 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞!! I've decided to make short pieces for every thousand milestone I reach, and each short fic will take inspiration from a tiktok video that I like. I hope you guys liked this one!❤️🌷

SFW

🌸WC: 1,083

🌸AU: Trying a pick up line on your hot biker neighbour. Inspiration from this TikTok video

“Do it!”

“No. Way!”

Your friend giggles at the way you just sit in your car, watching the biker clad in all black leather back up from his parking spot. The moment he adjusts his bike to face the exit, he turns to you and gives you a nod. You can’t see him through his black helmet, but you know that he is probably wearing no emotion on his face.

You have seen this guy around. How could you not? He was tall and he had a physique only God’s favourites have. During the rare times you caught him in the carpark of your apartment building, you’d sit around until he was leaving, just so that you could say hi. And every time, he would only nod at you in acknowledgment, no smile, no nothing. And it doesn’t help that he has a scar on his lips too.

“Just talk to him, you obviously think he’s hot!”

As you watch him ride off towards the exit, you grumble, “Yeah, but he's scary. So, no way.”

Your friend rolls her eyes and shrugs. “You’re a pretty girl. I’d shoot my shot if I were you,” she mutters nonchalantly, trying to make it seem like she doesn’t care anymore.

But you know. Because she likes poking her nose in your business all the time.

Which is why, late on a Friday night, you end up caught in a similar situation, except this time, the both of you are drunk.

You’re both stumbling on the sidewalk, your friend carrying her heels in one hand and her milkshake in the other while you’re snacking on some fries, when you hear the smooth and steady rumble of an engine. You take a glance at the bike zooming past you, only to notice it slowing to an idle a few metres ahead.

As the both of you trotter closer to the vehicle, the biker leans back, turns to you, and presses something on the side of his helmet. You have to squint to recognise that he is your hot biker neighbour who leaves for his job whenever you’re coming home from yours. You quickly try to brush down your white babydoll dress.

“Hey,” he calls in a gravelly, low voice. “You girls alright?”

“Who’s that?” your friend snarks loudly.

You nudge your friend with your elbow and hiss, “My hot neighbour. Shut up.”

“The biker?!” You don’t say anything, but you’re sure he probably heard that. Your friend stumbles over to you and whispers loudly in your ear, “Hey. I’ll pay for drinks the next time we go out if you tell him you wanna ride him.”

You stop in your tracks as does she and turn to snap at her, “Are you fucking crazy?! I’m not going to do that!”

She giggles and you can see the joy in her eyes. She likes bullying her timid and shy best friend like this. “What about his bike, not him? And, how about I pay for drinks for the next two nights out?”

You actually think about it. As you continue walking forward slowly, you mutter and hold your pinky finger out, “Swear? Promise?”

Your best friend cackles as she hooks her pinky with yours and stamps your thumbs together. You’re now nearing the broad-shouldered man leisurely sitting on his bike.

“We’re okay, thanks,” you finally answer him.

He doesn’t say anything else but watches you get closer. So instead of heading straight for your apartment building which is only a few hundred metres away, you stop next to him on the sidewalk where your friend stumbles to you, rests her chin on your shoulder, and hugs your arm.

You can see the biker watching you for a long moment before looking at your friend, even behind the visor of his helmet. He returns his attention back to you. “Late night out, huh?”

Your face that is already pink from the alcohol turns a darker hue of red. You nod your head. You feel a slight pinch on your hand, so you look down and make a quick scan of his black bike. You clear your throat.

“That’s a nice bike you have.”

The man glances down at the beauty he is sitting on and nods. Before he even gets to open his mouth to say a word of thanks, you let the adrenaline and alcohol in your body take over your mouth.

“Can I go for a ride?”

Your friend isn’t breathing anymore but you’re not sure if you are, anyway. You can hear a very quiet squealing noise in your ear and that, for sure, you know is her. You stare at your neighbour, who doesn’t say anything for a few long seconds.

Then, he finally flips his visor up and mutters, “Anytime, baby.”

The girl next to you immediately lets you go to start squealing and dancing around the pavement. You’re still staring at the biker who has dark green eyes that seem to bore into yours. And the way the corner of his lips tilts upwards in a naughty smirk makes you blurt out the next few words.

“I don’t mean the bike.”

The man is stunned for a second, just staring at your boldness. Then, he grins and crosses his thicks arms clad in leather jacket sleeves. “Little girl grew up and finally stopped acting coy tonight, huh?”

Now that you’ve spat that out, you realise belatedly what you’ve done, and now you’re just gaping at him with wide eyes and a parted mouth. Your neighbour chuckles and shakes his head. Before you even start to doubt yourself, he whips out a sleek, black pen from his pocket and reaches over to grab your wrist. You hold your breath for as long as his rough, calloused palm is in contact with your smooth skin. You keep staring at him like a lovestruck little girl while he scribbles on the palm of your hand. You’re so distracted by him that even the tickles of the ballpoint on your palm don’t even bother you.

And finally when he finishes whatever he is writing, he lets go of your hand and leans back. You catch one last look of his sneaky grin before he pulls his visor down to cover his face again.

“Get home safe tonight, girls,” comes his slightly muffled voice.

Then, he rides off and turns the corner to the underground carpark of your apartment building. You look down at your palm and read what is written there.

Toji Fushiguro Unit 612 Love the dress.

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itsyagurlchip · 11 days

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٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Hell ofa Ride٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺ warnings: crack(!) I'm mean full on (!) moxxie's pov(!) cussing(!) like some real vulgar things(!) singing(!) reader is aro/ace coded if u squint(!) Moxie being a theater kid(!) guns(!) blood(!) y/n is being used (😱)(!) gore(!) I probably gotta go to church after this-(!)

✰⋆⁺Maybe I just want to loose my mind, or possibly vent. Arentcha tired of bein nice? dontcha just wanna go apeshit?

✰⋆⁺ You may have been afraid before, but you aren't anymore. LETS FUCK SHIT UP!!! I wonder what caused you to snap? Better yet, how do we put you back together? hell if I know 🤷🏾‍♀️.

On the news Katie Killjoy announced:

"Welcome back to the news!!"

"Yes- and here we are! My name is-" Tom suddenly got pushed out of his seat.

"No one gives a shit you pussyfart!!" Katie lashed out, with her arm stretched out to Tom's direction.

"On this cockblocked day we have the weakest shit you can find! Nothing more than a shooting at Straight Pride Square!!" (I wonder who the hell named that) "Take a look!" she said, as the camera zoomed in on reader and Blitzø shooting up a candy store, stealing a many treats as they could.

The camera zoomed even more on (Y/N)'s face to show how hard they were laughing. The TV turned off.

"Oh dear! What's going on with them? They're usually so kept together- and, you know, peaceful! dare I say shy!" Millie had walked in the room, bringing a cup to her lips as her brows furrowed in concern.

"Id blame the boss" Moxxie says, "I'll be back honey" He sighed as he stood up and walked to the door.

"Love you Mox! Don't die ❤️" Millie cheered!

"actually do it fatty" Loona demanded.

And he was off! into Imp city he goes! Adventurous as he was, Moxxie did have to admit he was feeling some fear,

'but not onto the brink of cowardice!', Moxxie recited in his head. His finger erected (hehe) into the air as he thought to himself,

"I gotta keep moving!" The thought of finding his shy friend filled him with determination. Moxxie marched on forward, head up and feet dodging and sidestepping nasty liquids!

The walk was getting a bit boring- so why not sing a little improv?

I save dick by giving it cpr~

let's watch-

HOLY SHIT! A car zoomed past him at Max speed! phew! that was close...-!

*POW POW POW*

Dear Satan? is that-!?

*more gun sounds*

Unholy cow, it is!!!

"(Y/N)???!?!"

The demon was on a shooting spree, gunning left and right everywhere they could.

"Oh, hey Pussy 😁👋" They replied back, swinging the machine gun around. Moxxie brought his hands up immediately.

"T-thats n-not my-" *GUH GUH GUH GUH (please pretend these are gunshots) * "-name.." The imp cowered out.

"Don't give a fuck🙄. Anyways- look at what Blitzø taught me 🤪" (Y/N) said as they brought the bazooka to the sky, spinning in a circle as she kills off atleast 30 flying creatures.

"um- (Y/N)? w-we should probablygobacktotheofficebeforesomethingbad-"

*BOW BOW BOW*

The new gun they had sent powerful sounds, as well as blows, to anyone in a mile radius. Their hair flew back as the impact from the gun expelled as much air as the reader pleased.

"Uhhhh- yea, imma go-"

"OH NO YOU DOING YOU MAN WHORE! COME AND GET SOME ACTION!!!" Blitzø suddenly arrived, throwing a few shotguns at the poor man. *BANG BANG BANG*

"YEA 🤩 GET IN ON THIS ACTION 😝😝(PAUSE)" The reader added on, getting a double homicide as a couple died by their will.

"yo ass fat gurl! lemme get a piece" someone in the background, who definitely doesn't matter, slid unattractively. Man, where did he come from?.

It didn't really matter, they were gonna die anyway. You then mumbled to yourself in irritation, noticing you missed a shot to that cannibalistic grandma you hate.

"Damn hag...Also- to whoever said that, your mom's a hoe 😌" They said, instantly piercing a bullet into the exact person who said that. His body fell from a roof with a splat, with some of the blood landing on Mox's face.

so that's where he was hiding. huh.

"YEAH, THATS THE SPIRIT (Y/N)!!!" Blitzo yelled as he strategically headshot 10 people in a row. He threw a few more bags of ammo at you, to which you caught, as he cackled and crankled at the chaos surrounding this part of the city.

"so, why are we killing people? I mean- we weren't payed for it, so-" *POW* Moxie just barely missed the opportunity to duck as a thick bullet slightly grazed his striped horns.

"SAY SOMETHING ELSE MOX POX 😡😡I DARE YOU 🥸🫵 SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOU GONNA SEE A NEW LIGHT, AND YO WIFE IS GONNA SEE A NEW SPOUSE 😏😼😼" You shouted, pointing your weapon at him and thrusting your hips at the air.

"But I thought you were-!?" A gun from the background aggressively clicks. "I- ok..." Moxie fearfully replied, getting the dirty work done before he lost the love of his life as well as his own.

bullets pierced the air, as well as bodies, into the red sky, and onto the deep red ground. no one was safe from the reader's wrath. which is ironic because they're in the pride ring.

A few hours later, the 2 imps and the demon finally started their treck on home. that is if you can count shaking in a petrified way while being carried by your boss as walking.

Moxie started to theorize on why you had such a change in behavior, especially one like this! Did you have stinkmeaner's essence within you? were you perhaps a relative of the hateful spirit??? Have you unlocked something truly destructive to this hell???

And somehow you figured out how to speak with emojis? What the hell!!? That's a theory for another day.

Because that's just a theory. He couldn't prove anything even if he wanted to- Heck, Lucifer himself wouldn't even believe his words!

Man, it was a helluva ride. A ride Moxie never wanted to go on again.

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و tags: @kittykittyanon @radicallxser @oleander-nin @towomatos @thealphagirl @ziipzeepzop-eez @amorvincitomnia-14 @spongejuice.if you would like to be added, check my blog.

#yagurlchip❤️#yagurl writes #aro/ace reader #crack #reader insert #moxxie #blitzo #helluva boss #hellaverse #not really an x reader #wanna experiment a lil #very much crack #aren't you tired of being nice?#don't you just want to go apeshit #*cries in reader has minecraft creative mode*

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olsenmyolsen · 6 months

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Singer and An Actress

Part 39 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 6.3K

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TW: Mentions and actions of abuse

Sorry for the long wait in between chapters! ❤️❤️ I hit a wall mentally and couldn't get anything going for this story. So, I put my time into my Marvel One Shots. Which I highly recommend reading! They are some of the best-written things I've put out.

Plus, I've had some significant changes in my life that needed to be taken care of. But! I'm back for this. I'm happy with this chapter, and I'm excited for the future!

Get some water if you don't have it already!

I was going to save the note talk for later, but why not do it now?

April 22, 2022

@/ynsgreenreptile @/yeahitsY/N i love you

@/yeahitsY/N @/ynsgreenreptile i love you too

Over One Month Earlier

Y/N POV

I flop my arm over onto what should be Liz's side of the bed but feel nothing.

It's cold. Has been for a while.

With a quiet groan, I slide my arm away from her side and flip over onto my back. I regret last night.

Oh God, the drinking.

I refuse to open my eyes. The second I do, then that means the day needs to be dealt with, and I don't want to do anything but lay in bed and try to get the suffering to stop.

Yet, I whine again and rub my eyes. Fuck, my head is killing me, and I can't tell if it's because of how dehydrated I feel or if it's because I think I remember crying last night. I just don't remember how much I cried.

Oh fuck. I probably ugly cried, too.

I squeeze my eyes and try to remember the night before. After a few seconds, the picture becomes a little clearer to me. Yeah, I ugly cried. I groan once again and mentally prepare myself to wake up.

"One," I say out loud. "Two." As I move my body to prepare to sit up. "And thre-"

Giggles.

I freeze and open my right eye to the shimmering sunlight penetrating the room, and through my squint, I see Liz sitting on my dresser, smiling in my oversized flannel. Phone in her hand. I blink my eyes open and adjust myself to look at her thoroughly. "Beautiful." I let an inside thought out with a mumble, earning another smile from her lips. "Why, thank you." She says before pulling up her phone to point it in my direction. "What are you doing?" I ask before I wince from how loud my own voice is. "Taking another picture."

Another?

"Here, look." Liz excitedly gets off the dresser and walks to the edge of the bed to hold her phone out in front of me. I sit up a little and let the aches roll off my back. When I look at the phone, I can't help but laugh at the sight of me knocked out on the bed. Different positions throughout the morning. It's unflattering, but the smile on Liz's face tells me all I need to know.

I swipe through more, and they get funnier as they go on. Including some horrible .5 zoomed pictures.

I look from the phone to my girlfriend, who looks back at me. "Hi," I say in my morning daze. "Hi." She responds back before scrunching her face to lean in and give me a kiss. "That's better," I mumble into her lips, earning a laugh. "Oof, you'll need to brush your teeth soon. I can still taste the cocktails from last night." I cup my hand and smell my breath. "Anyways, how's the head?"

"Awful." I shut my eyes and lean back. "Oh no, you don't. Here Y/N. Scoot up." I open my eyes once again to being handed some Tylenol and water. "Drink up. You'll need it." Liz practically smirks.

I let the cool water work its way down my throat. "Right..." I start. "It's still... fuzzy." I clear my throat as my loving girlfriend slides right next to me in bed. "Did I cry?" Liz nods to me. "A lot." I shut my eyes. Great. "Why did I cry?"

"A lot," Liz adds. Yeah, she's smirking now. "Why did I cry a lot?" I roll my eyes, which only makes my head hurt more.

"We broke up."

My body freezes, causing the glass of water to slip out of my hand, spilling water all over the bed.

"We did what?! Why? What? Why would we do that?! Did I do something?" Liz gets up and is more focused on the water than my broken words. I stare at her lost, as she begins picking up the comforter and the now empty glass of water.

"Liz, I-" I can't formulate words as Liz drops the comforter onto the floor before turning back to me in bed and kissing me. Pulling us both down as she tackles me. Completely throwing me off!

What is going on!?

"I love you!" She says into the room as her arms wrap around me. "Does this mean we're not broken up, or are you confessing your love to me? Again!?" I ask in all seriousness because I can't be stressed out while I'm hungover. I think my head would explode.

"I just love you." She replies.

"Yes, I love you too! I'm so lucky to have you. Like the luckiest person in the world, Liz. But why did we break up??" I question as my sanity starts to slip. What could've happened while I was drunk to make me break up with Liz??

Liz leans up into my hold and laughs to herself.

"So, as you remember, when we were at Kathryn's last night." Kathryn Hahn's house. Yep. Got it. Milf. "Yeah." I nod my head. "And you and I kept getting pulled in different directions throughout the night, and I heard the grapevine that you were getting drunker and drunker..." Liz waits for my reaction, but I don't remember most of the night, so I nod and agree. "Okay, so when I finally located you, you had this sad look on your face. Aubrey and Jeff didn't know what to do. Clay didn't know what you were crying about. All they said was you were excitedly talking about your music, and then you got really sad and kept saying my name."

Bits of that happening are coming back to me.

I groan and throw my head in my hands, making Liz laugh. "I'm so sorry I did that. Oh my god, I bet it was mortifying." Liz shrugs a bit, but she's being too nice. "Actually.."

"Oh no." Liz lays down next to me and leans her head on my chest. "No, it was sweet! When I approached you, you threw yourself into my arms, and I took us to one of the guest rooms." Liz starts rubbing her hand up and down my side. "Through tears, you said that you'll never know what it's like to write a new breakup song as long as we're together." Liz laughs a bit with a genuine, caring smile on her face. "You said you'd never be a real artist. Which is bullshit, by the way."

I shut my eyes in embarrassment but smile because of the love we share and the support I get.

"So... you turned to me and begged for me to break up with you just so you could see how you'd feel."

"Let me guess, I cried more."

"So much Y/N."

"So we broke up because of that?" Liz nods. "I swear, babe, I hadn't seen you that upset in a long time. It didn't help that you were drunk and hiccupping like crazy." I groan again and pull Liz towards me. "I'm so sorry. I would never in my right mind want you to break up with me. That person you saw last night was not me. That was.. that was Anti-Y/N. She's a problem. She'll never come out ever again."

"She was kinda fun." Liz goes on to argue for my alternative self. "Never again," I confirm with a laugh and kiss my girlfriend, who pushes back when I try to ensure she stays in the bed. "Babe, I can't."

"But why!" I whine. "Because I have to throw that in the dryer." She points to the comforter. "And then go shopping for dinner tonight." I tilt my head. Which still hurts. "Dinner?" Liz nods. "After we returned downstairs, you promised Hahn that we'd come over to make dinner and 'be normal' for once."

Why would I do that?

"I'm never drinking again." Liz laughs. "I agree. To you. Not me." I chuckle and shut my eyes. "Don't leave," I grumble as Liz shifts and tries to pull herself from me. "I have to. But you get up, brush your teeth, shower, and I'll be back soon enough." Liz kisses my forehead and smiles at me before she goes into my drawer and pulls out a pair of my leggings. "Wow. Watching breaking up with me and stealing my clothes."

Liz playfully shakes her head. "And doing laundry!" she picks up the comforter off the floor and balls it in her arms. "I'll be back! I love you."

"I love you too!" I smile as she leaves the bedroom, hearing her walk through the house before stopping in the laundry room next to the garage. Soon after that, the door opens, and her and her Prius leave.

With a groan and a smell of my own breath once again, I decide it's best to get the day started.

Liz POV

It's been almost two hours since leaving the house. Between LA traffic, being photographed by annoying men with cameras, and rushing through a busy Whole Foods, my shopping trip is almost over.

Almost is the keyword.

I'm moving down the pantry aisle when Y/N texts me again. This time, she's finally up and moving around after her shower and claiming that she's a new woman. Still, the one I know and love, though!

"So I guess our less than twelve-hour breakup produced something. I checked my notes from last night, and apparently, I wrote down Joni Joni Joni??? I'm unsure what that means, but I'm sure I can figure something out 💀. Anyways! Could you please pick me up one thing greasy on the way home!! Love you!"

I'm not really paying attention as I laugh and text Y/N back just as my cart runs into someone else cart, startling me to look up.

"I'm so sorry!" I immediately start apologizing but stop when the younger woman whose cart I hit turns to me. "Oh my gosh!" She says as I go to open my mouth but stop.

Why does she look familiar? "It's you!" She says.

Where do I know her from?? I think as I smile brightly at her and nod. "I'm sorry. I was looking at my phone.." I trail off as I see her look my phone in my hand and back to me.

"Do I know you?"

I ask as the feeling in my stomach widens. The woman looks over my face and laughs. Not a genuine one, but one that someone would think about before doing it... "No." She answers but starts to pull out her phone. "Could I grab a picture?!" She starts to move towards me before I can even answer her.

But I remember what my Dad taught the Twins. What they taught me. No. No, it is a full sentence.

"No," I say, shocking the other woman.

But she recovers and plays off what I'm saying as if it's a joke between old friends. "Oh, come on, Lizzie. Don't be like that." She speaks, making my skin crawl as she scoots closer to me. "Just a quick one?" She moves into my personal space as I take a step back. She's starting to scare me and has me worrying that she's another crazed fan until I take a look at her Lock Screen.

It's a smiling picture of Y/N—one from college.

I now know who I'm talking to.

I look from the phone to "Naomi?" She smiles widely and tries to step closer to me again. "So you do know me!" She states.

"Get away from me." I calmly ask as I start to pull myself and my cart back, but before I can even leave the aisle, she grips onto my wrist. Tight!

"Oh, don't go!" She pulls me forward and takes a quick picture from her phone. "Don't you dare do anything stupid, Olsen!" She whisper-yells to me as she steps into my personal space. Pocketing her phone.

I already know her hand is going to leave bruising on my skin.

"Please stop," I ask as I try to yank my wrist from her grip, but to no avail.

Naomi quickly looks around before getting right into my face when she sees no one heading our way. "I don't know what Y/N sees in you. You're just an actress. She's just a singer." She says with anger slipping through her teeth. "Tell me, Lizzie." She mocks my name like a child. "Tell me what you think she sees in you. Because let's be real, she's probably using you. I would." She says with an eye roll before throwing my wrist away from her. As if touching me disgusts her. My hand slams into the metal cart.

Pain, physical and emotional, washes over me. My eyes are watering no matter how much I don't want it.

Not in front of her.

I quickly move my sunglasses from the top of my head to my face as I start to turn around and run out of the store, but her voice stops me.

"Did Y/N get my note?"

Without thinking, I quickly turned back around and ran past my cart and up into her personal space.

"Stop saying her fucking name! Her name doesn't deserve to fall from your lips!"

If anyone was in the aisle next to this one, they definitely heard that.

But Naomi loves this. She smiles and doesn't cower away. Even when she was with Y/N, she never backed down. She loves a challenge. So, in the face of Y/N's current lover, Naomi repeats her question. "Did Y/N get my note?" Except it doesn't stop there. "I know you both got my pictures."

Liz falters back a little. "Pictures..." She says sick to her stomach. "Pictures," Naomi states again. "Didn't Y/N look amazing in them?" The question goes unanswered as Liz is reeling from this piece of information.

Of course, it's Naomi. It all makes sense.

That's why Y/N was the main subject in most of them. That's how the person knew Y/N's routine so well. Because, at one point in time, they did know Y/N.

"You're crazy," Liz whispers under her breath. "What do you want?" A tear drops from Liz's eye as she looks at your ex. Naomi opens and closes her mouth. She and Liz both know what she wants, but that goes unsaid when Naomi asks Liz: "You never said anything about the note? Let me guess, you don't know what I'm talking about?"

Liz knew she was being baited. She should have run out of the Whole Foods, screaming to call the police that she shouldn't talk to this woman anymore.

But what the fuck was she talking about?

A wave of embarrassment overcame Liz as she had to ask Nomai for clarification. "Note?" Naomi smiled widely at that question. "Before the last year was up. I saw Y/N at a little coffee shop in Texas." Of course, she presents it as a little run-in. When in reality, she had pursued Liz and Y/N there purposely.

Another tear fell. Liz's stress, emotions, and confusion were tearing her down.

"Don't believe me... check your glove compartment. I don't think Y/N ever removed it."

Liz's head shot straight up. Naomi had been keeping tabs on you for a while now that the last months of Liz's time with the love of her life felt like they were being tainted in real-time. The two of you had eyes on you, and yet you had no idea.

Liz reached a tipping point in this moment.

She didn't mean for it to happen. She would never do this. But. It happened. Without realizing it, Elizabeth brought her hand straight across Naomi's face. Leaving a stinging sensation from her jaw to the outside of her eye.

Words filled with outrage flew from her lips. "Don't ever say her name again, and leave us the fuck alone!"

By the time Naomi had reached up to her face, Liz was walking out of the Whole Foods, crying.

She only cried harder when she opened the glove compartment and found the writings of the so-called note on a napkin underneath junk that had been thrown in.

"You and your girlfriend have been through a lot but finally seem happy. Things can change. They always do. Xoxo. Remember?"

Liz sat in the parking lot, rereading the words again and again.

How did Y/N not tell her? Why didn't Y/N tell her? Liz could barely rack her brain to think about your reasoning. She was shaking from what she had just done and wanted to throw up because she was so upset by it all.

Liz doesn't even remember pulling out of the parking spot.

She remembers banging her bruised arm on the front door as she pushed through it. Her face felt tired. The tear tracks drying out on her skin.

Her car keys in one hand. The napkin in the other.

She remembers rounding the corner to see your smiling face after you got done talking on the phone with your mom in the kitchen.

After that, she remembers regretting what she said to you.

Y/N POV

"Hey, Mom, you're on speaker, just so you know."

I groan and set my phone down on the dining room table as I turn down the brightness on my laptop while looking at rugs for the music room. I swear if my laptop screen gets any brighter, my head might explode.

Seriously, I can never drink again.

Anyway, It's been quite rare as of late for Liz and myself to have a whole week to just us. Between my recording and finalizations for the album and Liz's slow press build-up for Multiverse of Madness, it's been more than hectic.

Oh, also, did I mention we got rid of a lot of furniture that we didn't need to keep in the house after coming back from Texas about a month ago, aka why I'm looking at new rugs?

'But Y/N, why new rugs/furniture?' you might be asking.

Oh, you know, furniture that was left behind by a certain someone that supposed claimed and claimed that they would come by and take it only for Liz and I to see Instagram posts of this person everywhere else but in LA.

Their name rhymes with Snobby Darnit.

Good luck, Phoebe.

ANYWAYS.

Liz's house has officially become OUR home. It's been lived in between the two of us since early this year, but now, every time I walk through the door, I feel more and more comfortable. Like it's my home, too. Not just my girlfriend's place. Plus, it's been fun meshing the decor around.

Mental note. Do not move Liz's homemade pottery without asking her first. She came home and just about cried because she thought I hated them and got rid of them. Fairly certain she was just over the top stressed from the workday, but I wasn't about to ask her about that. So after soothing her and nonstop telling her how much I love her sky blue painted vases, she calmed down.

But Liz and I have a little breathing room now, and we plan to make the most of it.

"You know Nick and I are missing you."

"I know, Mom. I miss you too!"

I make a face as the mouse hovers over an atrocious-looking rug.

After New Year, I took Liz to Nashville and showed her every embarrassing bit of my growing-up years. Yes, including the yearbook photos where I clearly didn't know how to dress properly.

The trip was kept light.

That meant no Dad grave sites or hard-to-swallow trips down memory lane. I made sure to fill her with good southern food and keep the pictures of me dressed as the green M&M for two Halloweens in a row coming. Plus, Nick was a hoot to be around, even if he couldn't believe a celebrity was having dinner with him.

No, seriously, he must've dropped his fork the first night like 22 times.

The other reason for keeping the trip light was because.. well, we've met my mom, Laurie. She's not the easiest at times. Sometimes, you have to play tiptoe around her, and since the last time I saw her before this was when Liz and I were separated.

And with Liz and I not seeing her during Christmas, I knew I had to do something.

But post THAT whole ordeal, it's been friendly and great, honestly. I've talked to my mom more in the past year than the two prior. So, keeping the trip to Nashville solely focused on the relaxation part and the meet and greets with Mom and Nick was a nice change of pace.

Yes, before you ask. I took Liz to the Italian restaurant where Becca works at. No hard feelings were lost between the three of us, and it was lovely to see Liz ask about Becca and her little boy Matty. I swear I could see a sparkle in her eye when she signed a napkin from the Scarlet Witch for Matthew.

Finally, I think the final part of my decision for the trip to Nashville was because I still had this pit in my stomach from Thanksgiving.

I know Liz and I didn't do anything wrong.

There was only one person at fault for that day. But. She misses him. Her family and her still talk weekly, if not daily, but you can still see what's not there.

"So, Y/N, I've been meaning to ask you something."

I close the fridge with a water in hand and lean myself against the counter. "Okay."

"Did Liz like her birthday gifts?" I look at my phone. "What do you mean, mom?" I ask, considering it was Liz's birthday last month.

"Well, I never heard back. Did you guys use them? Did you finish it? Was it funny? I was expecting pictures, you know."

I stand in the kitchen, confused, until the realization slowly dawns on me.

Oh.

You see. My mom. She is not the most incredible gift-giver in the world.

Before last year, I honestly couldn't tell you what the previous five birthday gifts I received were. If I had to guess, I'd say... a fan-made Taylor Swift shirt or a shirt from a place she went on vacation to or money. I don't know. As you can see, she can be thoughtful and purchase you things adjacent to what you may want.

You'll see.

"Right, no, yeah. You see, Mom, Liz, and I have just been so busy, and we've been... uh-" I pick up the phone and start walking away from the kitchen and down the hall where the guest bathroom, my music room (thanks snobby) and the storage closet is. I open the door and immediately see the gifts my mom gave my girlfriend.

A grown woman. For her 33rd birthday. This thing.

"Oh, mom. We just wanted to make sure we got it all out together before we showed it to you."

I drop the one gift onto the table and tear the box open before carefully dumping the remains on the new dining room table Liz handpicked out.

"Oh, pumpkin. You don't have to go through all that trouble."

"Nonsense, mom." I brush her off as I look at the front of the box versus what's on the table.

I get the joke: a (potted) Lizard for Lizard.

It's ugly and not funny.

"Okay. Well, try and get that done soon. I thought Liz hated it!" I widen my eyes a bit. "No, not at all, Mom! It was just very unique. I think she wants to have some real time to make sure it looks great..." I cringe, looking at the table once again before pulling my eyes away.

"Oh, she's so sweet, and what about the candles?"

Right. I don't know how she did it. But you know, instead of sending Liz and I normally candles. Like ones in a jar or container that smell like vanilla or apple cinnamon. My mother somehow sent my girlfriend and I 9" Make Me Melt sensual candles.

I nod my head and agree before I close my eyes and turn instead to look out to Liz's garden.

It's done nothing but flourish in these couple of weeks. Plus, with spring on the rise, Liz has been making sure every single seed is in its perfect place. I tried helping but complained maybe one too many times and wasn't allowed to eat the fruit from the garden that day.

"Oh, we love them, Mom!" I lie as I manage to work my way back to my laptop and open Etsy for any rug ideas.

Immediately, Etsy is trying to sell me every Wanda Maximoff item.

As you could guess, they might be temporarily banned from this household.

"Good! Good. So, how are you doing Pumpkin? How's the music?"

I sigh. "It's going really well. I'm just nervous, and the studio is still debating on whether they want to release my music as an EP first or a debut album."

My mom sits on the other side of the phone and thinks.

I mentally prepare myself for a speech about failure and how I shouldn't expect everything to be perfect for me. But the older I get, the more my Mom surprises me.

"Honey. They know you are successful. You have done great on the tiktoks thing, and you'll be even greater when your album gets released."

I sit stunned for a few moments before swallowing the lump in my throat. "Thank you, Mom."

"Of course, dear." I open my mouth to say something else when Laurie curses on the other side of the phone. "Sorry, Y/N, I have to let you go. The damn cat is messing with the puzzle Nick and I are doing!!"

"Oh, okay-"

CAT?! HELLO?! MY MOM GOT CAT?!

"Wait, Mom-" "So long, Honey!" "Mom!"

The line goes dead.

What the fuck. My mom has a cat!???

I shake my head and close my laptop, knowing I can't possibly focus on anything else right now. But luckily for me, I hear the front door close, signaling that my lovely girlfriend is home.

Hopefully, with burgers. Cheeseburgers!

Fuck I could destroy one or two right now.

"Hi, babe- Oh my God!" I run around the kitchen island and straight to Lizzie when I see the state she's in. Her eyes are glossed over and red. It's clear she was crying, and the sleeves of my flannel are bunched up her arm, showing bruising around her wrists.

I go to put my arms around her, but she moves away from me.

"Liz..?" I ask as a cold look exists on her face. "Are you okay?" I gently bring my hands up to her closed fists, but once again, she moves them away from my touch. Hurting me while leaving me confused.

"Liz... What's going on?" I ask in a quiet tone as I slowly step towards her again. "You knew," Liz says. "I knew?" I quirk an eyebrow at her two words, leaving me lost.

Liz does nothing but shake her head at me and repeats her statement before breaking out of her trance and wiping at her eyes with the back of her fist that are tightly gripped around the Toyota keys.

She frowns before shoving the crumpled-up napkin into my chest. I catch it as it falls away from my body due to Liz removing her hand as if I were poison.

As I unfold the napkin, I instantly know what this is. Suddenly, Liz's actions make a little more sense, but not by much.

"Read it."

I look up from the words to Liz's face. She looks like she could cry again, but I know she won't. She has an I'm cried out look. She gets it a lot post-sad movies.

I nod. "Ok-okay.." I express with broken speech. "You and your girlfriend have been through a lot but finally seem happy. Things can change. They always do. Xoxo. Remember?" I get done reading the napkin and ball it back up into my hand. Looking up to Liz, running her tongue angrily over her teeth.

"If you had to guess who wrote that... who would you say?"

"Liz..."

"No." She shakes her head. "Answer me. Please." The dots are slowly coming together, and I feel like absolute shit. My eyes glance over Liz's bruise, and I want to throw up. She's hurt.. And it's my fault.

"Did she do that to you?" I lift my hand to reach out, but I'm scared of how Liz will react, so I pull my hands away as a tear falls from my face.

"You didn't tell me," Liz says, disappointed. "She hurt you," I respond, looking at Liz in her broken green eyes. "Who?" She asks, getting me to say her name.

"Naomi."

Liz nods, and I gasp. "We- we uh-" I can't formulate a fucking sentence right now as my mind scrambles. "We need to call the police and tell them that she followed me and that she attacked you!" I rock as I stand before trying to move to Liz, but she moves her arm away from me and looks me in the eye.

"Why did you never tell me?"

"I-" I start but fail. There's no real or correct answer to this. "I- I wasn't sure..." I sheepishly shrug my shoulder as Liz hangs her head. "You can't possibly expect me to believe that, right?" She asks, looking at me like I'm a little kid lying about stealing candy.

"It's true.. I wasn't sure. And Liz, I didn't want it to be true. Her coming back into my life would bring up.." I take a deep breath and sniff away a round of tears. "It would bring up everything that you and I are not. So I didn't want to believe that it could've been her. So I didn't. I threw the napkin into your car, and that was that."

The cloud around Liz starts to lift as she understands where you're coming from, but no, that was not that.

"She's been our stalker Y/N. She told me. She's been following us- you for who knows how long! She's the one that's been taking the pictures. God! The pictures, Y/N!"

"I'm sorry." I don't know what else I could do right now. "Let me call the detective assigned to our case."

"Don't," Liz says, stopping me from moving. "I'll do it." Her eyes look away from me and land on the table where that stupid Lizard is sitting. A sigh leaves Liz's lips before she glances my way. She sniffles and swallows the tears in her throat.

"I think it'd be best if you weren't here when the detective shows up."

"Liz.."

"I just-"

"No, Liz..." I hope she's not doing what I think she's doing. "I can speak to him. I can tell him everything I know about her. I can-"

"I don't want you here."

My heart crumbles to dust. And so does Liz's. I move my eyes away from her when she looks down—leaving me unable to stop the salty tears that are sliding down my face.

"Just for right now. Please." I nod without looking in her direction. I turn around and, grab my phone from the kitchen counter, and try my best to muffle the sobs leaving my throat. "Y/N..." Liz speaks up as my breathing picks up. I force myself to turn around and face her. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." I say, even though I can barely see her through my crying, but she's there. She looked back up at me with extra tears of her own.

"I just want to be alone right now."

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

Without thinking, I collapse my body onto Liz and pull her into a hug. It shocks her at first, but she wraps her arms around me and holds me as I hold her. "I know."

"I love you," I whisper into her head.

"I love you too." She whispers back.

A sob gets trapped in my throat as I leave the hug and start walking past Liz. "Are you sure?" I ask, warning a nod. "I just want time to think and decompress." Liz laughs as she runs a hand through her hair. "I hit her." My mouth drops open, shocked. Liz is never a violent person, so for her to snap is scary and... "She was looking at me and talking about you, and I like what she was doing wasn't sick. Like we deserved it or something." Liz takes a breath. "Hearing your name come out of her mouth was so wrong." I nod as I listen, taking a step closer to Liz and her shaking hands.

I lift them slowly so Liz can see my actions, and I'm elated when she doesn't pull away. She lets me wrap my hands around hers. "I'm sorry. I should've told you. I just.. I should've." Liz nods. "When the detective comes, I'll ask about getting a restraining order for myself. I'll call Mary-Kate." Liz says in all seriousness but with a faint smile on her face.

The tension in the room is dissipating.

"Do you still want me to go?" I question. Liz looks at my eyes, and I see how soft and hurt they are. She nods. "I love you, and this doesn't mean we're over," Liz states, knowing my brain is doing its best to create every horrible scenario in my head.

"I guess I'll be at the studio.." I say without realizing it.

"Okay," Liz responds as she watches me walk to the foyer. Grabbing my wallet and sunglasses before slipping into my Vans, opening the door to leave the house. I look back. "I love you," I call out.

"I love you too." Liz appears around a corner, giving me a tight-lipped smile. "We'll, be okay?"

Liz nods. "It's you and me."

"You and me."

That's my whole world.

I made it to the studio over an hour later. I had to call an Uber to get here because Liz still had her hands tightly around the set of keys to her Prius when I left.

I walked through the entrance, forgetting how my post-sobbing face looked after, trying to see if I was being followed. I wasn't.

I make my way to the front desk to sign in, earning a gasp from April. An older woman whose worked for the studio for the last ten years.

"Hex? Are you alright, hon?"

I nod, not wanting to deal with questions. "Is anything open right now? I have time to kill." I say through my scratchy throat and pulsing headache. "Seven," April says with a concerned look. "Thank you," I reply and step away from the counter to pull out my studio ID for the next set of doors.

I beep my card, and just as I'm about to step in, April stops me. "Hex?" I turn back at my stage name being called. "For real... are you okay?" I give a half-shrug. "I've been worse."

I let the door close itself behind me as I head to booth Seven.

Once inside, I break down again and let every emotion work its course through my body. I blame myself over and over for not doing enough for Liz. I let her down. I let fucking Naomi, of all people, hurt her. If I had food in me, it would be in the waste basket in the corner of the room right now.

When the minutes turn into another hour gone, my cheeks have dried, and I'm left feeling numb. I've been staring at the set up in front of me for the last five minutes.

My hands start moving on their own as I slide my fingers up and down the mixer. When satisfied, I pull out and open my phone to my numerous notes. I look at my Joni Joni Joni???one from last night and laugh before hitting the back arrow in the top left of the screen.

Within the next two hours, I was left alone and created the bones for two songs.

Graves (by Hand Habits) and The Last One (by First Aid Kit)

I was happy with where they were at when my phone started to ring. Sadly, it was not Liz. Instead, it was Allan from my record company.

A smile grew on my face as he told me that they were set to move forward with an album for me. They wanted it to be self-titled or collaborate on a name for it. In addition, contracts would be sent over and must be signed by tomorrow morning.

"Congratulations, Hex, you're an album-making artist now."

I smiled and thanked him again for the news before ending the call to sit in silence—no one around me.

Until...

Three light knocks were hit against the wood of the door before it opened. My girlfriend standing on the other side smiling. "An album!" That was all she said before I raced into her arms, trying not to cry again.

I failed when Liz's lips touched my own.

April 22, 2022

@/ynsgreenreptile @/yeahitsY/N i love you

@/yeahitsY/N @/ynsgreenreptile i love you too

If anyone were to click on that profile, they would see the album art for Hex's Self-titled album, along with a sweet message from Elizabeth Olsen to her girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N.

Part 40

A/N: Alright. Be honest. How was it? What do we think of the name and album cover?

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