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They’re getting a picture taken
#Asks#my art#i havent decided on what they’d look like. Bare with me#I imagine Elizabeth is the only one that likes pictures#I am just projecting. Sorry#Cc looks exactly like me in an old family photo when I was little#Anyway I’ll put this in the tag#Fnaf#Michael afton#elizabeth afton#crying child fnaf
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Good evening Dr. Tingle! Would you ever like to see a film adaption of Bury Your Gays? I think it would be so neat (especially with all of the tv and movie references present in the novel). If there ever was a movie, who would you want hypothetically cast?
HELLO BUCKAROO this is always a fun question to consider actors for a book adaption. when writing i sometimes CAST IN MY HEAD and sometimes it is just kind of a made up buckaroo. there are really only two characters in BURY YOUR GAYS that were cast in my head while writing and i will mention those below.
ultimately WHOEVER was to trot in these rolls i would be happy with, so lets just consider this a fun way through imagination. i will say that i would prefer to cast queer actors, but also i know the business of hollywood means sometimes that does not work out to get the movie on screens. if bury your gays was turned into a movie i would really have no say in any of this anyway, but queer actors would be my preference when possible.
despite all of that, when writing MISHA, the actor in my head was NOT a queer actor as far as i know (although for some reason us queer buckaroos have given him a pass to play queer characters which i think is very funny and interesting, i guess we just love him a lot regardless) anyway lets kick it off there
MISHA BYRNE
when writing BURY YOUR GAYS i was picturing none other than BILL HADER. maybe it is because i was watchin a lot of BARRY at the time, not exactly sure why but thats the truth.
that being said i think i would be great to get a queer lead in there. so if that was the case i would say LEE PACE, and of course we have the ultimate fan cast MISHA COLLINS
TARA ITO
this is the other character that was FULLY IN MY HEAD as i wrote it and mentally cast from day one. it also kind of coincides with the trot of a tv show i was watching at the time which was PEN 15. so tara in my mind was always MAYA ERSKINE
ZEKE ROMERO
not exactly a known actor in my head, but when considering options i think that OSCAR ISSAC would be very good
JACK HAYS
there are a few options for this, but i keep thinking of a very clean shaven MURRAY BARTLETT in a suit. another options would be ZACHARY QUINTO especially if we get chris pine as chris oak because thats just some incredible META KIRK AND SPOCK action for the sledgehammer scene.
now onto the dang villains.
CHRIS OAK
okay so obviously we gotta cast CHRIS PINE in this role (i might have an in). however if that does not work out i would like to suggest COLMAN DOMINGO
THE SMOKER / UNCLE KEITH
would be neat to have the monsters also play their inspiration. in the case of THE SMOKER i think STEVE BUSCEMI would be incredible
MRS. WHY / AGENT Y
last buck not least i propose ELIZABETH DEBICKI as MRS. WHY
if you have not read bury your gays yet but now you are DANG INTERESTED then you can get it here. thanks for reading buckaroos feel free to reply with your own castings. I AM NO EXPERT you know my art just as well as i do so i am curious your thoughts. LOVE IS REAL
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Imagine Elizabeth,Annie and ruby find out y/n has been sleeping with Rio
Beth,ruby, Annie and y/n were at a bar waiting with a duffel bag of full of cash. Annie began to notice something about y/n. She seems different.
"What?" Y/n asks as she notices Annie look at her with such a weird face. "What's up with your hair?" Annie says folding her arms in curiousness. Beth then looked at y/n and started to notice as well.
Y/n touched her hair defensively. "Nothing" she answered as she kept touching her hair. "Somethings going on" Beth said eyeing y/n. "Yeah it looks....fluffy" ruby trails off as she picks up her drink. "Bouncy even" Annie added as she picks up her drink.
"Uh I used shampoo. People use that ya know" y/n said with a sarcastic voice. "Okay" Annie said chuckling. "Shampoo" Ruby said looking at her friend amused. The girls then exchange a look as rio walks up to them.
"Yo" he greeted as they all looked up to see him pulling up a chair next to y/n. The girls look at the pair amused as y/n hands rio the duffel bag full of money. As it's happening they touch hands for a second longer than they would have to. The girls suddenly watch nervously as rio starts going through the bag.
Y/n looks at the girls as they make eye contact with one another. Y/n sighed before talking again. "So what are you gonna do?" Y/n asked rio looking at him.
"Uh take care of it" rio says counting the money still before zipping up the duffel bag. "Buy off a cop or judge or something—" Ruby says but is cut off by rio. "You don't need to sweat the details".
"But how will we know if it worked?" Beth asked nervously. "If you don't get arrested, guess what it probably worked" he responded back making y/n roll her eyes.
"That's not a plan" y/n said making rio look at her. Rio then stood up, hoist the duffel bag on his shoulder and looks back at only y/n. There is a pregnant pause before rio speaks again.
"You trust me?" He asks making y/n look at him like he's crazy. "God no" y/n says while smiling. He grins at this and nods. "Good" he responded back. Suddenly they started staring at each-other for what felt like forever and suddenly y/n looked away. He gave the girls one last look and he left shocking the other girls.
Once he left the girls stares at y/n who is now drinking her wine. Y/n feels eyes on her so she looks up to find the the siblings still staring in shock.
"What?" Y/n asks. "Oh. My. God." Annie and Beth said in unison as ruby just looked confused. "What??" Y/n asks again looking at them confused. "Uh I think you know" Annie says as y/n starts getting her stuff to leave.
Y/n starts rushing out while the siblings follow leaving ruby who is still confused. Going into the parking lot a curious Annie chases down a embarrassed y/n as she tries to run to her car. "Riddle me this y/n" Annie says as y/n is trying to get away from her.
"I don't know what your talking about" y/n says not even looking at the girls. "Picture if it was me. You would be so far up my ass right now about the responsible choice and keeping it in my pants—" Annie says but y/n cut her off. "Actually I would've told you to be careful. We all know the only person who would do that it your sister."
"She's your sister too y/n" Annie says making y/n stop infront of her car. "Look I'm not saying you don't deserve some but he's not just some dude. Why would you crap where you eat?!" Annie asks worried.
Ruby appears behind the siblings next to Beth. "What has gotten into you guys?"Ruby looks at the confused. "Oh I can tell you what's gotten into her" Beth says as she points at y/n. "Gang friend" Annie finishes making y/n roll her eyes for the hundredth time today.
Ruby's head explodes with this information. She just stared at y/n in shock. "Stop looking at me like that" y/n says opening her car door. "You know it actually makes perfect sense now" Beth says folding her arms. "Whaaat?" Ruby says still shocked.
"It's why he gave YOU the money" Annie said emphasizing the 'you'. "That was before" y/n said but Beth cut her off. "Why you have been big timing us for weeks—"
"That's not why. I just didn't want to deal with you and you." Y/n points at her sisters. "Why is that?" Beth asks clearly taking offense. "Are you serious?? You guys have problems of your own. Drama that I don't need. But I didn't ask for anymore jobs. That was Beth." Y/n says turning back to her car as she puts her stuff inside.
"You think you're the big boss now because your vagina got woke" Annie says making y/n look at her annoyed. "Excuse me? Who's idea was to rob a bank? Who's idea was it to take more jobs? Not me! I always supported you on what you wanted and finally thought about myself for once. FOR ONCE in my life I got to do something I wanted to do. Who are you to say I can't sleep with him. It's not like your situation is better so get off of my back". Y/n says as Annie gets quiet.
Ruby is still processing all of this. "I mean...how was it?" Ruby asks still in shock but Y/n didn't bother to look at ruby. Usually when y/n was in the talking stage with someone her and ruby would always talk about it. Ruby was like her sister to her "And now that I think about it. Did you screw someone who had a pregnant wife?" Y/n asked making Annie glare at her. "I ended that."
Y/n scoffed at this. "When, yesterday?" She says folding her arms. Annie looks at her hurt. "Bone whoever you want. But it's gonna end bad" Annie says as she shakes her head and walks to her car. Y/n shakes her head and starts chuckling. "I'm finally do something I wanna do and it's a problem. That's nice" she says as she gets in her car as the others sat in silence.
Before anybody can say anything y/n drove off upset.
#rio good girls#wattpad#wattpad fanfiction#rio x reader#manny montana#reqs open#request#imagine#imaginerio
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Hi, this was inspired by the Goddess Elizabeth and TC Meliodas yandere headcanons and I was wondering if I could please request slightly dark headcanons for a Zeldris/Gelda pairing who are yandere for an S/O who is either human or a goddess?
Let's hope I have the motivation to finish writing this
I decided to make the reader a goddess since that would add some more drama. Also I tried to make it darker than my usual writing but don't really know if i succeeded... Also, characters might be Ooc
Yandere Zeldris and Gelda sharing a Goddess S/O
This is one of the best yandere pairings I can imagine. They harmonize so well and with their shared goal of protecting and owning you, this would be an almost wholesome relationship.
Almost, because the political climate makes it pretty much impossible for it to be a simple and happy romance.
I picture this with Zeldris and Gelda already being together, as otherwise Gelda has zero chance of actually meeting you long enough to grow as fond of you as she does. The two of them already have enough trouble, hiding their relationship and subsequently pretending to be nothing but strangers, even when they are as close as can be.
So Gelda quickly notices when Zeldris has something on his mind, stares off into the distance and doesn't react as quickly as usual. She will narrow her eyes and lean close enough that their noses brush against each other, causing the demon to snap out of his thoughts and grow extremely flustered. He won't be able to hide anymore and will have to confess to having met you on the battlefield and that there is something about you that doesn't quite let him forget about you like he usually does with his enemies.
At first, Gelda doesn't know how to react. Scratch that, she knows exactly that she is pissed off. Though, seeing her lover being more confused on why he can't get you off his mind will slightly placate her, especially since Zeldris will feel guilty and apologize unprompted for even thinking off you. While she will scold him, it will mainly be for not telling her first thing. The vampire is rather wary of you though, perhaps you have a strange power to you or her lover sensed that there is something off about you that could turn out to be dangerous.
That opinion of hers changes quite quickly though. It is rare that the demon king sends a vampire to the front lines, yet Gelda finds herself in the middle of the battlefield, some lower demons alongside her as they scout the perimeter. Perhaps he has grown suspicious of her and Zeldris and this is a warning, she muses, but she can't think much of that now as she has to focus on being on enemy territory.
It is thanks to her quick senses that she manages to dodge the sudden attack directed at the small group. She barely makes it out of range only to find herself getting dragged behind some trees. Before she can retaliate someone gently shushes her and she catches gaze of her savior. You. You gesture for her to listen and she hears some other goddesses talking about having killed the entire group and it doesn't take a genius to realize you are protecting her. Gelda remains tense until they leave. You explain that she was the only one to survive the initial attack and that you, admittedly, thought this war stupid and didn't want more blood on your hands. Even if you had just been relaxing nearby, you couldn't watch someone being slaughtered like that. What really catches the blonde off guard is that you seem remorseful for the death of the demons accompanying her and somehow... your naive and yet so sweet reactions make her want to tease you.
Once she returns she is quick to discuss that meeting with Zeldris and quickly they realize that they have met the same person. From then on it isn't hard for either of them to admit that they want to get to know you better and they are quick to agree to do this together.
Zeldris will be the one you mainly interact with and mostly on the battlefield, so getting closer to you is imaginably hard. Yet, he somehow manages to get your name and more personal information, which he later eagerly shares with Gelda.
A few months of this and it is decided: the two of them want you with them. Seeing however that they have to operate in secret they come up with various plans that are just as quickly dismissed. Lucky are they when other demons catch you as a war prisoner and even luckier are they when Zeldris manages to get his hands on you.
The demon has a good reputation and it doesn't take much to make it look like you died in captivity, just another death that could have been avoided but wasn't.
In truth, you find yourself bound up in a small cave, Gelda greeting you as you open your eyes with a pounding headache and something so desperately wrong with you as you can't move your body, can't even lift a finger as your vision remains blurry. You barely hear it when the vampire explains the situation to you, that you will slowly regain your bearings and that you don't have to be afraid. You don't hear her expressing her apologies for how rough they had to get to have you or hear Zeldris when he arrives to make sure you are as fine as the situation allows it.
Over the next few days, they will give you time to adjust to your surroundings, feed and take care of you as you slowly regain the control of your body. To your horror, your wings remain limp, the once blinding white feathers now a light grey that lost their shine. Dread fills you as Gelda explains that they didn't want to risk you escaping and Zeldris has the guts to look a bit ashamed for taking their mobility from you.
Don't mistake their light bantering among the two of them and the gentleness they show you, they are not above fully ridding you of your wings or anything else they deem a threat to their ownership of you.
It's been so long since I have been written something a bit longer like this. I'm not totally satisfied with how it turned out, but it feels great all the same.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere seven deadly sins x reader#yandere seven deadly sins x you#yandere seven deadly sins#yandere seven deadly sins zeldris#yandere seven deadly sins gelda#yandere nanatzu no taizai#yandere nanatzu no taizai x you#yandere nanatzu no taizai x reader#yandere nnt#yandere nnt x you#yandere nnt x reader#yandere zeldris#yandere zeldris x you#yandere zeldris x reader#yandere gelda#yandere gelda x you#yandere gelda x reader
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What I can't cope with, OK, is L.M. Montgomery's use of bedrooms as a site of both autonomy and belonging. When Emily arrives at New Moon, she has to share the bed with Aunt Elizabeth and feels she is in bed with a griffon but when she moves into Juliet's old bedroom in the "lookout" she is overcome with the sense of nearness to her mother as well as having true space and freedom for the first time at New Moon. Later, she loses a lot of this sense of place and independence moving into Aunt Ruth's spare room where she doesn't have to share a bed, but can't even choose the pictures hanging on the walls - at the same time she loses her freedom to write fiction. Jane hates her bedroom at 60 Gay Street, finding it "hostile and vindictive" - in many ways just like Grandmother Kennedy, but at Lantern Hill, her father lets her choose everything that goes into her bedroom and she is allowed self expression. Her friends give her gifts to furnish it, as emblems of their love for her. Like Jane, Valancy has no control over the furnishings in her room, from the painted floor to the tacky artwork to the dingy and unwelcoming furniture, but she's so constrained that her only rebellion is to throw the jar of potpourri out the window because she's "sick of the fragrance of dead things". To have a sense of self, she imagines a magnificent castle as an escape and is delighted to find Barney's house is just as good a place to be who she wants to be - free from her family, making her own choices. Anne, upon marking the first anniversary of coming to Green Gables, reflects on the garrett room and finds it "as if all the dreams, sleeping and waking, of its vivid occupant had taken a visible although unmaterial form and had tapestried the bare room with splendid filmy tissues of rainbow and moonshine." Before Green Gables her life was probably a mix of dormitories and makeshift beds in attics that she couldn't change, in versions of her life with no freedom or affection. THEIR BEDROOMS ARE SYMBOLS FOR THEIR LIVES OK. When their rooms are controlled by others, their inner/emotional/creative lives are constrained. When they have their own rooms, they have autonomoy, they choose furniture, they have freedom, they have themselves, they have love, they have me gnawing armchairs about it.
Also funny that both Valancy and Emily are tormented at various times by inescapable portraits of queens - I do wonder if LM had one in her home that no one would let her take down.
#emily of new moon#lm montgomery#lucy maud montgomery#the blue castle#jane of lantern hill#anne of green gables#please tell me if this is true in other lmm books because I haven't read all of them yet
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A Daughter.
In that instant, I was captivated. The baby blinked up at us, her wide eyes absorbing the world for the first time, and an overwhelming wave of emotion surged through me.
Visenya.
My daughter.
From the moment I first felt her stir within me, I knew she was a girl. The boys had always moved with a roughness, quick and bold, but Visenya danced within me—soft, subtle, like a whisper of hope. I carried her, cherishing each day as my anticipation grew. The thought of raising her, teaching her, molding her into a strong Targaryen woman filled me with joy. I envisioned the pride she would carry, the strength she would showcase to the world.
But before she could even take her first breath, before I could gaze into her eyes and see the colors that lay within, she was taken from me. The cruel hands of fate snatched her away, leaving a chasm where love should have blossomed. I still couldn’t comprehend it—the random cruelty of the world, the unseen force that pulled the strings of life, deciding who should live and who should die.
I grieved in silence, mourning for the daughter I could hold only for a fleeting few hours before placing her upon the pyre. The ache in my heart still echoed, a constant reminder of a wound that would never fully heal. Each day since her loss felt impossibly heavy, weighed down by a sorrow that whispered of all that could have been.
I often found myself lost in thought, imagining the sound of her laughter dancing through our halls, the warmth of her spirit filling the spaces around me. I pictured her as she might have grown—curly hair bouncing as she ran, the light in her eyes as she discovered the world, the joy she would have brought to our family. Every dream I spun around her felt both a comfort and a torment, each bright vision tinged with the sharp sting of her absence.
In quiet moments, I would find myself reaching for the memories, clinging to the idea of her, as if that could somehow fill the void she left behind. I saw her in the faces of the children around me, in the soft giggles of my boys as they played, and in the fleeting moments when I would catch a glimpse of innocence in them. It was both a blessing and a reminder of the life that had been taken from me.
And yet, within the pain, there was also a flicker of hope—a chance to honor her memory through this child, to give her the love and protection I had vowed to provide Visenya. I could not change the past, but perhaps I could shape the future, nurturing this new life with all the love I had once reserved for my daughter.
As I looked down at the sleeping girl in Elizabeth’s arms, the resemblance struck me, igniting a flicker of longing and heartache. This child—this innocent life—was a chance at the future I had dreamed of, yet it was tainted by the shadow of my loss.
I reached out, brushing my fingers gently against the girl’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiate from her. In that moment, I realized that this was not merely an echo of my grief; it was also an opportunity for hope. Perhaps I could honor Visenya through this child, nurturing her with the love and strength I had always wanted to share.
"Do you want to hold her?" Elizabeth asked, her voice breaking through my reverie, laced with both tenderness and understanding.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I knew what I would see in her eyes—the compassion, the quiet understanding of someone who had seen through my mask of strength. If I met her gaze, if I let myself see that look, it would undo me. The floodgates I had kept sealed for so long—the ones that had barely held since Visenya’s loss, since the war, since the weight of everything that had been thrust upon me—would surely shatter. And I wasn’t sure I had the strength to gather the pieces of myself again.
I stood there, frozen, torn between the raw ache of my grief and the tentative hope stirring inside me. This child was so fragile, so innocent, and yet holding her felt like stepping too close to the edge of a cliff. One wrong step, one moment of vulnerability, and I could tumble into the abyss of my own emotions.
“I…” The words lodged in my throat, tangled in the weight of everything I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. I wanted to say yes, to cradle the child against me, to feel her warmth again. But the fear—the overwhelming fear of unraveling, of collapsing under the grief I had spent so long burying—held me back. I had been strong for so long, but this moment, this simple act of holding her, threatened to undo me.
Yesterday had been different. I held this little girl for hours, carrying her through the village as I saw to the wounded, moving from one life to the next, trying to save what I could. She had been a constant presence, nestled in my arms as we flew on dragonback to Harrenhal, her small body pressed close to mine, shielding her from the biting wind and the cold of the night. She had grounded me, an anchor keeping me steady, keeping the fury and chaos swirling inside me from spilling out into the world.
But now… now was different. My fury still simmered beneath the surface, but it was tempered, controlled. And in this moment, holding her wouldn’t be about finding balance or keeping my rage at bay. It would be about something else—something deeper. I would be holding her as a mother would, cradling her with the tenderness that came from protecting, nurturing, loving.
And that terrified me.
The thought of holding her that way no longer felt like an anchor keeping me grounded. It felt like the very thing that could pull me under, drag me beneath the waves of grief, and drown me in it. The overwhelming loss of Visenya was too fresh, too raw, and holding this child now brought it all back. The helplessness, the longing, the sorrow that had no outlet, no release. Could I bear the weight of that again?
“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the admission.
Elizabeth stood silently beside me, her gaze unwavering. She knew. She always knew. She saw through the cracks in my armor, saw the struggle beneath the surface. But she didn’t push, didn’t press for more than I was ready to give. Instead, she simply waited, offering me the space I needed to confront the war raging within me.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to look at the child in her arms. She was so small, so fragile, and yet… she represented something I had thought I lost forever.
A future.
A chance.
Slowly, with hesitation still clinging to me, I reached out. My hands trembled as Elizabeth gently transferred the baby into my arms. The weight of her, so small and warm, settled against me, and it was as if something inside me broke apart—but instead of shattering, I felt a piece of myself come back together.
Her tiny hand twitched, her fingers reaching for my hair, curling around a lose strand, and in that moment, something shifted inside me. The anchor that had once threatened to drag me down now felt different, lighter.
I wasn’t sinking—I was rising. This child wasn’t pulling me beneath the sea; she was helping me stay afloat.
I cradled her closer, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her small body pressed against mine. The fears and doubts still lingered, but now, they didn’t seem so insurmountable. In that moment, something else became clear: perhaps in protecting her, in giving her the love and care that had been stolen from Visenya, I could finally begin to heal.
Not just for her sake, but for mine.
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Okay, I feel like this is a weird question, but I have thought of this every now and then, and can't really decide on an answer of my own, so, do you think there's a reason Victor goes through his marriage to Elizabeth?
Like, I always kinda imagined that Elizabeth blamed herself for Caroline's death, and then for feels like she owns it to Caroline to honor her deathbed wish (on top of that she's a woman in the 1700s, so she probably doesn't get a lot of say in who she will marry) and that's why she's does it, even if she's not, understandably, into it
For Victor tho, I feel like can't really get behind the thought process, like he's given a few outs from it by both his dad and Elizabeth and I can understand that at that point it's a little too late and he is kinda looking at the marriage as a form of suicide.
But the Frankenstein parents did seem to plan the wedding form, pretty much day one. Did the change for Victor to object just never come up? 🤔
Am I thinking of this small, probably not that important detail, too deeply? Probably.
Either way, poor dear Elizabeth, you deserved so much better 😢
Victor gives every indication that he really doesn't want to marry Elizabeth but he's also bound by the expectations of his time period and it was his mother's dying wish that he and Elizabeth would marry. So not only does he feel obligated to go through with it, he feels obligated to behave as though this is something he wants and is happy to do. Alphonse also has some pretty rigid expectations of his children. To be honest, Victor paints a very idealistic picture of his relationship with his parents but if you read between the lines he comes off like an unreliable narrator. It's a personal interpretation but I feel like there's a lot of unspoken resentment towards Victor's parents but he isn't about to bad mouth them or express his discontent over the situation to Walton as he tells his story. I think that's important to keep in mind, that we're not looking at this story from an objective perspective, we're hearing Victor tell it to someone else and of course Victor is going to have his biases about his family and the creature. I'm not saying he's lying about events by any means, but when he talks about his mother and her wishes for him and Elizabeth I wonder if he actually believes this was a good thing or is just afraid to admit it's horrifying because he either doesn't want to think badly of Caroline or doesn't want Walton to think poorly of her. The nightmare he has about trying to kiss Elizabeth and her turning into his mother's rotting corpse is very very telling about how not ok he is about the whole ordeal. All said and done Victor is not a well man. He went low contact with his family for months and built an 8 foot tall homunculus in his dorm. That's not indicative of a great home life. I think it's also fair to note that Elizabeth asks if he's found someone else at one point and is extremely ok with it. Like "I completely understand if you found someone else! I won't be mad at all!" Almost like she half hopes he did. But Victor is not about to go against his dead mom's wishes so of course he hadn't.
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Pressed Against The Glass / Making New Friends
Part 41 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen
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⚠️ Spoilers for Multiverse of Madness ⚠️
🚨 SMUT WARNING 🚨
May 4th, 2022
Liz POV
"I still don't know why I need to be blindfolded for this," I say, only to earn a huff from my ever-loving girlfriend.
"Because Liz, for the last time, it's a surprise!" Even though I can't see her, I know she's smiling, which makes me smile. "You said that last time." I chuckle, making her huff again. "I told you we could've stayed with Ash and Louis or rented a hotel room near the premiere tomorrow!"
Y/N softly squeezes my hand. "And I told you that I didn't want to do that because I took care of the accommodations! Plus, since you sold your place here. In New York, and I don't have one anymore, I'd be nice if you just let me splurge on you occasionally, Liz." She lifts my hand and places a kiss on my ring finger.
And don't freak out! There's no ring on it.
"I know," I respond with a calm voice. "I appreciate this." I squeeze her hand again. "But..." I start. "Yes?" Y/N asks. "Tell me again why I need to be blindfolded." Before Y/N can answer or ignore me, the black SUV comes to a stop. "Oh, thank God." I hear Y/N mummer under her breath. "Hey!" I respond.
"Don't lift that blindfold yet, Olsen!" I can feel Y/N pointing at me with a stern look before I hear her unbuckle her seat belt. I imagine her face trying to look as serious as possible, making me giggle. I give a fake salute and wait for Y/N to retrieve me once I hear her door close. Followed by the trunk and her thanking the driver.
"Okay!" Y/N says as she opens my door. "Unbuckle yourself and then gently lift the blindfold off. I don't want your eyes to get strained immediately." I do as she says and reach for her hand before I open my eyes. "You can look." She says once my two feet land on the ground.
I yank the blindfold off my head and surprisingly don't get blinded by the sun, thanks to Y/N holding her hands out above me. But I'm too focused on the size and elegance of the hotel to even make note of where we are staying. Regardless, it's too much. "Y/N!" I instantly turn around to scold her, but she's correctly assumed how I would react because she's already several feet ahead of me, waiting by the doorman with a smile. "Come on, Liz!" She says in a singsong manner.
I open my mouth to argue, but multiple bellhops pass by me with our luggage.
I've lost this battle.
Y/N notices, and her smile grows wider. "You know you love me!" She whispers to me once we walk inside the hotel hand in hand. "You're lucky I do," I whisper back, earning a chuckle from my girlfriend.
We get checked in, and Y/N doesn't let me look at the total cost of everything. I'm like 99% sure she and the woman behind the counter were speaking in code. But after giving a courtesy picture, Y/N and I have made it to our gigantic suite. Bags and suitcases lay open on our bed. Drawers open and hangers ready.
"You really didn't have to do this." I reaffirm to my loving partner. She looks up from her shirts and smiles. "I know." She says back before closing one of her bags and moving it to rest on the floor across the room. "Remind me why we packed so much for three to four days max?" She asks as she returns to open my next suitcase.
"Because you and I are a hectic couple." I send an air kiss Y/N's way, and thankfully, she looks up just in time to catch it. "Damn me and my contractual obligations," Y/N whispers, making me laugh. "Besides." I start as I move the lot of our dresses and designer brand wardrobe that shouldn't be creased. "You're gonna look so hot at the premiere tomorrow night." I wrap my arms around her and do my best to place my chin on her shoulder.
Why is she still wearing her shoes?
"And you are going to be the biggest star. Come Friday night, everyone will know the track list to your album, and Saturday radio shows don't just happen!" I hid my teasing smile as I kissed her clothed shoulder. "Oh, they don't?" She smirks at me as she turns to cup my chin. "You're a dream." She whispers just before her lips touch mine. "Only for you," I whisper back.
"And let's not forget the lunches with the twins and Scarlett. Oh, and SNL!" I add on.
Y/N holds me close as she kisses the top of my head. "No, you have SNL! I'm just there to support your one scene with Benedict!" I roll my eyes. "And I could never forget about Scarlett," Y/N says, burning my ears. "And the twins!" I make sure to emphasize, yet all I get back is. "Hmm mmh Scarlett..."
"Okay," I reply as I remove Y/N's hands from me to return to my suitcase. "Babe-" "Nope." I cut her off. "You did this to yourself."
Just for the record, I'm not actually mad.
But does finding out your girlfriend has a Natasha Romanoff Lock Screen and this would be your camera roll if you dated Natasha Romanoff picture on her Home Screen kind of rub you the wrong way?
Maybe. Who's to say?
Y/N POV
I send a smile Liz's way and only earn a flat smile and a raise of the eyebrows.
Yep, she's still upset about the Lock Screen. A more intelligent version of me definitely would've changed it by now.
Liz POV
"Tell you what," Y/N speaks up after a long three minutes of silence. I look up at her and already feel myself warming back up when I see her puppy dog eyes and kissable face. "Why don't I take these." She holds up our toiletries bag. "Into our gorgeous, spacious marbly bathroom. Drop some calming oils and a bath bomb if you're feeling it into a hot waiting bubble bath. Would that make even..." Y/N moves around the bed and starts walking towards me. "The tiniest amount of difference..." She sits on the bed in front of me and pouts. "To make you love me again!"
I keep a glare on her, but the longer I look, the easier it becomes to crack.
And I do.
My jaw unclenches as I laugh with a huge smile on my face. "And I thought I was the award-winning actress!" I smirk as I see the glow on Y/N's face. "Oh, Olsen!" She laughs as her lips steal a kiss from mine. "You have no idea." She throws her arms around as she speaks and exaggerates. "I'd run the gauntlet. Emmys. Oscars. Tony's! You name it!"
"Would you now!?" I faux excitement as I close my last suitcase and place it into the corner of the room. Away from us. "Duh." She replies like a kid. I playfully roll my eyes as I pick up my last bag. My night bag. I begin to unzip it before Y/N stops me. "So, is that a yes?" She asks with her fingers on my left hand. I nod before leaning in. "Just kiss me." She does and tries her best to keep a moan inside, but I hear it slip out.
When our lips separate, she blushes and quickly sneaks to the bathroom. "Don't unpack. I'll do the rest while you relax."
I agree to her words, and as I wait, I find myself drawn to the ginormous window taking up the length of the entire room.
With the curtains drawn back from here, you can see the world move.
I place my hand on the warm glass from the late afternoon sun and do my best to look down but back away, scared. I swallow and take a breath as I make myself look up at the sky. The orange and pink colors rolling over themselves to change. The beauty and simplicity of it all.
I lose track of how long I've been looking out, only to jump and scream when a hand lands on my shoulder. Earning a scream back. "Hey!" My girlfriend turns me around to face her. "It's just me! It's just me. I didn't mean to scare you! I'm sorry!" She pulls me into a quick hug and kisses my forehead as I regulate my breathing. "It's okay," I respond. "I just didn't hear you."
Y/N pulls away from the hug and moves her hands down to my hips. "You okay?" She starts squeezing my side. The movement of her rolling thumbs makes me weak. "I am." I turn my head to the side and look out to the sky. "It's just very pretty tonight."
"I think it's beautiful every night." I laugh and turn my head back to face Y/N, who, of course, never looked out the window. "Cheesy," I say before kissing her. "Is it ready?" Y/N nods and begins to lead me to the bathroom before I speed past them. "Can I not take you there? Make sure the water is perfect?" I shake my head. "No, I think I can do that all on my own."
Y/N bites her lip. "Are you sure?" I turn on the innocence and scrunch my nose. "I think I can manage... why did you maybe think you were gonna.. Y/N Y/L/N!! You didn't possibly think you were going to help me get undressed, did you?!" I make a shocked face and practically moan with surprise. "What a bad girl." I bite my bottom lip and lift an eyebrow at Y/N, which only makes her groan and lean down to kiss me, but I back away just in time. "I think some unpacking needs to be done." And just as I'm about to close the door on my girlfriend's shocked face, I smile at her. "Thank you for this baby. Really."
I watch her face change and blush. "You're welcome, my love." She smiles at me and starts to lean in for one last kiss, but I pull back and bite my lips again before saying. "Change your wallpaper."
Y/N POV
With that, the sliding door closes in front of me. I'm left shocked and proud at how Liz just got me.
"I love you too!" I call out to the closed bathroom as I turn around to feel the tips of my ears burning. "The water is perfect! Thank you!" I hear Liz call out, making me smile.
I look out the window and watch as the night rolls into the sky. There is something about a city like this once it's dark. It's like the flip gets switched off, and people can be freer. I bite my lip in thought before turning my body to the task at hand. Unpacking.
I shed my hoodie and be sure to place it into one of Liz's drawers so it smells like her. Thanks to my shower and act of hair washing, my hoodie is starting to smell like me, and we simply can't have that.
I turn back and unzip the last of Liz's bag to find some extra underwear and whatnot before feeling something hard under the surface layer. I stop briefly in fear. Slowly, I move my hand onto the object again. She didn't bag vegetables, did she? Maybe her kitchenwear again?
It's not until I reach the base of the object that I realize what my fingers have been touching. I quickly look up to the bathroom door and then back down. I carefully move everything else out of the way before revealing the stowaway.
My girlfriend's red 6.5" dildo with the strapon attachments sitting at the bottom of the case.
"How did TSA not pull her off to the side?" I whisper to myself as I hold the dildo in my hand. "When did she get you?" I question the fake cock as I looked down and grabbed that harness.
"Now what?" I ask nobody after standing there staring at the toy. And the longer I look, the more the fire grows inside of me to have my girlfriend on all fours for me. "Okay," I whisper and let the toy rest on the bed as I speed-run unpacking the rest of our combined things.
I didn't even bother to unpack the little vibrating toy that I had stowed away that I know Lizzie knows I brought.
Listen, sometimes your girlfriend's job can take up a lot of time, and she knows how hot she looks when she leaves to go promote movies, so a little relief never hurts anyone.
But now, what do I do? Where do I put it? Do I keep it out? Do I put it on? Do I wait for Liz? Do I tell her I found it?
I can feel myself becoming hotter as these questions knock around my head. But why am I so nervous?? I mean, she brought it for a reason.
I nod to myself and think it over before confirming my decision.
I stand up and slowly walk toward the giant mirror in our room. I stop and look myself over.
Then I smile.
I'm proud of how far I've come in the past two years. Proud of my body and the fact that I know how fucking hot I look.
So, with a smirk, I move my hands down from my hips around to the backside of my pants. Looking at myself in the mirror. I turn slightly, bend forward, and begin pulling my grey, comfy joggers off. Biting my bottom lip when I see my black lace underwear appear, knowing how much Liz loves it.
Truth be told, I forgot I put this pair on this morning.
The pair of joggers hits the floor, and I bring my hands up from the bottom of my ass. Holding onto my skin until I reach a high enough point where it slips out of my hands, causing my ass to jiggle as it reforms to a fuckable backside for Liz. I bite my tongue and turn ever so slightly again as I look at myself standing in my underwear and Liz's white Circle of Life t-shirt.
You know, the one she wears everywhere?
I move my hands to the front side. Letting my fingers glide over the bumps in the lace on the hips of my panties before they find the bottom of the shirt. I look down and begin pulling up the shirt. Gripping tightly onto the hem as it rises up my body. My fingernails dragging against my skin. The cool air making contact, sending a wave of goosebumps up my body. My hands make contact with my nipples as they become stiff.
I throw the shirt off my body and take a step out of the joggers at my feet, bending over to look at my face in the mirror.
I look beautiful. I smile and tilt my head before standing up and looking down. I push my hands into my boobs and begin roughly pulling and kneading my skin. Sending jolts of pain and pleasure to my pussy.
I can feel the lace that sits below my slit becoming wetter. I throw my head back quietly, moaning when I bring one of my hands down to touch myself. My middle finger runs over the damp spot before slowly bringing the tip of my finger up and to my clothed clit. I continue to move my finger up and down. The friction from my underwear makes it feel oh so fucking good.
I struggle to quiet another moan as my finger moves in a circular motion. I hold my mouth open and let out a shaky breath. "Fuck." I whisper as I bring my head back down to look at myself.
I can see the shine in my own eyes as my finger doesn't stop. I smirk as I move my one hand from my left nipple to my throat.
"Fuck Liz. I'm such a fucking slut. I'm such a slut for you." I cry out.
If I keep going, I won't stop, but I have to.
I let out another moan that rips through my throat as I stand up on my tippy toes before stumbling forward. Luckily, I grab onto the nearby desk.
As I catch myself and my breath, I look in the mirror and smile at the barely visible sweat on my forehead. My hair thrown into my face a bit.
The red hue on my cheeks.
As I'm now bent over with a hand on the desk, I return my right hand back to my clothed clit before bringing it back up to slip inside my panties. "Oh shit.." I cry out as I let my fingers flow through my hairs and down to my wet, soaked cunt.
My middle and ring finger sliding over my hole before bringing the tips up and inside. "Ahh!" My hand turns into a fist on the desk as my own teasing brings me closer and closer to the end goal. I pull my wet fingers out and back in before I run them up my clit once again before freezing.
The sliding bathroom door hits the end of the frame.
"Y/N?" Liz questions as I have my back to her.
But when I look in the mirror, I see her, and she sees me.
I catch my breath and smile as I don't pull my eyes away from the mirror, Liz. "Yes?"
A shocked Liz is wrapped in a towel. Just staring as she looks up my legs. To my panty-covered ass and then up my back muscles. In the mirror, I see her stop at my shoulder before he green eyes look at me in the mirror. "Is there something that you'd like to say?"
She's teasing me.
She caught me, and we both know it.
I shudder as I pull my fingers past my clit and out of my underwear. "I... I thought you would be longer." I then turn around to face my girlfriend. Who once again scans my body up and down with her eyes. I see the twinkle in them, and she does her best to hide the smirk on her face, but I see it. "I forgot something." Liz takes a step out of the bathroom door frame. "But now I can't remember what I forgot."
How convenient.
She smiles and bats her eyes. "Y/N?" Liz tilts her head as she moves her left hand to hold her towel up.
"Yes?" I ask when Liz's right hand comes down to my hand. The one that I was fucking myself with. "What brought this on?" Liz asks as she takes my hand up and towards her pretty pink lips.
"I want you to be honest."
Liz opens her mouth and rests my middle finger on her flat tongue before wrapping her soft lips around it, sucking it with a teasing smirk and a raised eyebrow. My mouth drops in pleasure. My finger slides deeper into her mouth with a moan as I find it hard for words to leave my own throat.
"I- uh- I f-found your toy." I stumble my way through with a flushed face as Liz pulls my finger out of her mouth, but not without a long lick of her tongue.
"My toy?" She asks with her green eyes staying on me.
I nod. "Your toy," I say, reacting to the cool air hitting my wet finger still in Liz's hand as I gesture with my head to the strapon lying on the bed. Liz turns her head and hides a smile before turning back to me. "You like it?" I nod. "Good girl." She says before allowing her left hand to let go of the white towel.
Liz brings my hand to her right breast and squeezes. "Kiss me." She whispers into the air that separates us, and within a second, my lips crash into hers. I let her tongue meet mine in the middle and moan into her mouth when her hand reaches the center of my legs.
"Keep making those pretty noises for me. I got you." Liz speaks into my lips as I yelp when her hand yanks off my black lace underwear.
"I'll buy you a new pair."
What remains falls to the floor. "Thank you." I nod and kiss Liz again before she cranes her neck. "No marks. I mean it." She sternly warns me as her hands land on my hips, pulling me closer to her. "Now come here." She bites a smile as we end up crashing onto the bed. Our bodies colliding with no intention of ever letting the other go.
The warmth builds, as does the sweat, and I can't find a better place for my hands to be than one in her hair and the other spreading open her legs to feel her wet pussy.
A moan ripples through Liz. The soft mattress and expensive comforter makes my body react as I roughly kiss my girlfriend's body again and again.
Going as far as to even bite her upper chest, earning a groan of pleasure. "Fuck, baby!" Liz yells out.
I smile and rejoice at the sounds coming from Liz's beautiful mouth, focusing on her boobs and doing my best not to mark them.
Meanwhile, my right knee pushes Liz's left thigh away. With a smile, I move my middle and ring finger down and in-between Liz's lips. Gathering up her wetness until I reach the source and softly slip my fingers inside without much struggle. "Oh, my Fu-fuck!" Liz lifts her head before crashing it back down.
"Don't stop, baby." Those three words drip from Liz like honey.
"I won't, sweetheart," I speak into Liz's ear as I bring myself back up her body. Liz nods with her eyes closed as I focus on her neck. Kissing the most intimate of spots as I pick up the pace to finger fuck my girlfriend's pussy. She's taking my fingers so well and coating them like it's our first fuck in months.
But we both know that's not true.
Liz exclaims as she breathes out another moan. Her hand running up my bare back to my hair. She bunches a fist in it as our bodies stick to one another. Every time I pump in and out of her, she moans into my ear.
"Oh god."
She grips my hair and makes my head pull back. It hurts, but it causes me to flinch in pleasure as my wet clit brushes past her knee.
"Y/N! Baby!" Liz moans. "Yeah?" I kiss her again and wait as my fingers feel Liz tighten around me. "I'm clo-close! Keep going, baby!" I nod and lazily plant kisses across the top half of her body as I move my hips in a circular motion on Liz's leg as my fingers keep their pace inside her beautiful pink pussy.
Liz gasps as I feel her tighten around my fingers. She's losing control over her body as her breath becomes more ragged, and her thighs start to move inward to close around my hand. "Y/N... F-fuck."
Her tangling body underneath mine makes me grow wetter for her. Her thighs finally close around my hand, making me smile as she gets pushed over the edge.
She whimpers and does her best to push my arm away, but I keep my fingers curled up inside of her.
"Not yet, sweetheart." I breathe out as I keep riding her leg. "You got to cum now; you can watch me," I say with a teasing smile as I do let my finger slip out from her, but all I do is bring them to her sensitive clit. Liz moans and whimpers, making me feral.
"Keep making those noises, baby."
It's not that much longer I find myself collapsing on top of her. The two of us covered in sweat and each other.
"You always amaze me." Liz turns her head and says to me, after several restful minutes. "I'm pretty sure that's you," I reply as my eyes look from her own green ones and down the marks I left on her body.
Oops.
Liz laughs as she looks at the ceiling. "What?" I ask. "I think we got a little carried away and forgot something."
We both know what she's talking about.
"Did we?" I ask as I rest my head on my hand. "Or did you think this was just a one-round kinda night?"
Liz turns her body more to face me. "Oh baby, I never thought we would stop at one." I bite my lip to hide my smile. "Don't hide now, pretty girl." Liz pulls my lip from my teeth and cups my chin. "You were showing yourself off earlier, so don't hide now. Understand?"
Liz gently guides my chin up and down until I nod along. "Yes, Li- Yes, Mommy." Liz smiles with a sparkle in her eye. "I taught you well, haven't I?"
I nod again. "Come here." She whispers to me as she pulls my chin closer to her lips. "Kiss me." She gently requests.
The kiss is full of passion as we melt into one another.
God, I love her.
Liz removes her hand from my chin and brings it to my arm until I feel her hand move up and under my hair around the back of my neck. She gives a squeeze. "Baby..." I stop kissing her as and wait for her to continue. "Yes?"
With a smirk, she requests for me to get up and off of her. I oblige and sit up on the bed on my knees. Liz leans forward and kisses me before getting up. She gives her butt a little shake in front of me before grabbing the strap and walking towards the bathroom.
"Y/N?" She turns to face me, but my eyes never left her body. "Don't you think the city looks beautiful at night?"
Before I can answer, she slips into the bathroom, locking the door. I turn from the closed door to the giant windows now showcasing the black night sky.
She wants me to get up and look, right?
I make the decision and place my butt on the soft bed before moving to the edge. My clit brushes against the comforter of the bed, causing me to jolt in pleasure.
As my feet touch the cool floor, I feel a wave of wash over my warm body, making me smile.
The closer I get to the window, the more the glass disappears until, eventually, it feels like it is just me in the sky, looking at the glowing lights and distant stars. Until... I hear the bathroom door open.
My body aches as I turn and look at the gorgeous sight before me. "Fuck.."
Liz bites her lip and scrunches her nose at me as her hands fall from her shoulders to her boobs. She gives them a light squeeze as my eyes travel further down her abdomen, landing on the captivating red 6.5" dildo strapon.
"You know..." Liz takes a step towards me, and I hold in a moan as I watch the faux cock jiggle. "If you keep your mouth open like that.. who knows what could happen.." I bring my eyes back up and see Liz's green eyes are significantly darker.
"But maybe you'd like that?" Liz questions as she places her right hand on my hip. Cupping my chin with her left. "I mean, look at you." I try to, but she keeps my head in place. "Already wet again for me."
Liz's eyes pool to the center of my legs. And she's right. I feel it. I want- need her so bad.
"You want Mommy?" I quietly nod. "You can speak up; its okay." She coos as she pats my cheek.
"Yes, Mommy. I do."
Liz smiles and pinches my hip. She loves being in control, especially like this.
"Turn around for me, baby." She moves her hands across my body and up my back as I easily do what she says and turn my body towards the window. "Scoot up a bit. Get closer." Liz rubs her hands up and down before settling on my ass as she helps me. "Place your hands flat on the glass, baby."
It now dawns on me that I'm completely naked, standing in front of the window about to be fucked in before the whole city of New York.
I'm only broken out of my thoughts when Liz's hand makes contact with my ass.
I jump in surprise as the stinging settles and the skin turns red.
"I asked you a question."
"I'm sorry.." I turn my head to the side to try and look back at my girlfriend. "What did you ask me?" Liz moves her hands to my hips and brings her body closer. The tip of the dildo rubbing up against my pink folds. "I asked if you like the view?" I turn my head and look out once again. "I do."
"Good." She says with lust in her eyes as she moves them from the back of my head down my body. "Me too." She moves closer, forcing the tip to bump against my entrance. "Mommy loves you, and you're gonna take her so well, aren't you?"
I nod and do my best to look back at Liz, but I fail when she slides the red cock into me. Ripping a moan from my throat as I her thighs hit my own.
"Fuck you were wetter than I thought." I don't answer as I stand there with a shaky breath.
After a minute, to get used to the size, my hands spread themselves on the glass of the window. "Oh- fuck, Mommy!" The words fall from my mouth that hangs open. Liz reacts by moving in and out at a slow pace.
I squeeze my eyes shut and let the pleasure of Liz fucking me take over.
"So good." I manage to say, causing Liz to hum back as she squeezes my hips. "You feel so good, Y/N." Liz pumps in and out of me faster now as she feels the pleasure herself.
"You're taking me so well, sweetheart!" She joys at the sight of my lips, taking her fully. I moan. "Yes! Liz-!"
Liz increases her pace as her hands roughly grip my hips. Her trimmed nails leaving crescent moons on my body. The pain feeling good. The markings of my girlfriend look good, too.
I hear her praises and feel her push my body up against the cold glass, creating another wave of pleasure flush throughout my body. My nipples are hard against the glass. "Keep making those noises, pretty girl!" Liz whispers as she leans closer and closer into me. Pushing the cock further in. "You're doing so good!"
I can feel the tightening in my stomach. "I'm gonna- fuck- I'm gonna-"
"Shh shh, not yet baby!" Liz wraps her arm around my chest to pull me closer. "Not yet, baby. I want you to cum with me." I shut my eyes tighter and do my best to hold on slightly longer, but it's a losing battle.
"Please, Mommy! Please!" I whine, forcing Liz to move her arm from around my chest to have her hand on my throat. "Just a bit more!" She breaths near my ear and squeezes my neck.
Another moan leaves my lips as it gets harder to breathe.
But Liz doesn't slow down her assault on my pussy with her cock. She goes faster and faster as her grunts and moans become more animalistic. Her kisses on my neck and back became sloppy. "Ah fuck! I want you to cum for me!" She cries out as my body gets sandwiched between her and the glass.
We both don't waste any more time as our overwhelming orgasms ripple through each of us.
Liz falls onto me as I hold myself up against the glass. Smudges and smears can be seen clearly. "I love you," Liz whispers as her lips touch my ear.
"I love you too," I say after catching my breath.
We gleam and glistle as the sweat rests on our skin. Our bodies ache, and it takes a while before we eventually remove the strapon and hardness from Liz and collapse onto the bed.
We lay naked and uncovered on the white sheets, just holding one another, whispering sweet nothings.
It's not long before I suggest that we should shower together.
But when I pull my eyes away from my markings on the window, I find Liz fast asleep.
_
For the first time in a long time. I wake up before Liz.
I blink my eyes open and do my best to move as the soreness flows through my body. I know it's going to suck later, but for right now, looking at my peaceful sleeping girlfriend is making me melt.
She's ethereal at all times, especially with this glow surrounding her.
I bite my lip and smile as I lean forward and gently plant a kiss on the forehead. My eyes move from her face to her exposed arms, and I make a face of the finest amount of regret when I see the hickies and spots of red leaving her neck.
I turn away and grab the hotel room iPad off the dock to order room service.
This will help later.
As I skim through the hundreds of options for food, I get hit with a memory of the morning after our first night together.
"Time for breakfast!" I go to help Liz, but she intercepts me and softly pushes me onto the bed, stopping me. I laugh at how cute she is being. "Oh no, you don't! I'm making breakfast for you! Waffles or pancakes? There's only one correct choice, Y/N!"
"Okay, Liz." She watches me with glee as I get myself comfortable in what I assume is her bed. I make a thinking face just for Liz, even though I know the answer. "Waffles." I confidently state.
Liz gives a big ole smile. "Correct, you are! I was worried I would have to kick you to the curb!" Liz begins getting off the bed, heading towards the door.
"I don't know, Liz. We had a good time last night, so I don't think you're getting rid of me anytime soon."
I look from the iPad to Liz, and my cheeks are going to start hurting soon if I don't stop smiling.
But I can't help it.
Despite multiple people, including Liz and myself... we're still together. Our love for one another grows more every day. And I know that whatever happens in the future, we'll be ready for it!
I hum and think as I look out the giant windows past the curtains and the smudges. It's the morning of daylight. The golden orange sun is doing its best to peek out from behind the fresh clouds.
I don't know how it exactly happened, but one second, I was finishing up the order for breakfast.
And the next...
I had my back to Liz, and I was on my phone going from one website to another.
Not satisfied with the options in front of me. With a huff, I open my maps app and start typing: ring shops ne-
"Babe?"
I lock my phone and slip it under my pillow before turning over with a smile. A genuine smile as I roll myself closer to Liz. And no matter what she thinks about her morning breath, I kiss her.
I kiss her with the softness and passion that we share. I smile and whisper an I love you before she pulls me in again.
She whispers an I love you back before the next thing I know, she's fallen asleep once again. _
Breakfast and our shower feels like forever ago as I look away from glaring eyes.
Safe to say, Liz's makeup artist was not happy with me. In addition to that, I couldn't bring myself to look Clayton in the eyes once he arrived for Liz's hair. We briefly talked about my music and his career. The party at Kathyrn's house and about how he was in the city for another actress, so this was much to the benefit of Liz.
And I don't know how it happened, but Clay somehow got me roped into going to lunch with him once we get back to LA.
I think I just nodded along to whatever he wanted, as he knew what Liz's sex hair looked like.
Anyways...
Hours later, Liz and I are in the back of a black SUV on the way to the NY Premiere of Multiverse of Madness.
It's my second premiere, so I'm not as nervous as before, but that doesn't stop my mind from wandering as the car rolls to a stop.
"Can you give us a minute?" I hear Liz's voice kindly ask the driver, who steps out and waits outside the vehicle. "What are you doing?" I ask as she takes my hand in hers. "Making sure my girlfriend is alright."
Liz smiles at me. "Is she?"
I nod. "She is. Better now, too." Liz blows a kiss at me, knowing we'd both be crucified if our lipstick got smudged all over each other.
"Anything on your mind?" Liz asks me, and it's nothing pressing or super serious. "I think my nerves are just starting to bubble to the surface."
"Because of the premiere?" I shake my head. "Because of what comes after." Liz nods her head, understanding.
"I have the live stream for the tracklist tomorrow night at the studio. The radio show the next day—podcast in the afternoon. We have dinner with the twins. Then next week is the last cuts for the album." Liz places her hands on my cheeks and rubs her thumb up and down. "Plus, I still have not heard back from the studio about the title."
"I'm proud of you."
Just like that, the world's weight is being lifted off my shoulders.
And I don't mean to have these two words come out of my mouth, but they do. "You are?"
I ask as I clear my throat.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I am baby." Her eyes shine to me. "You've come so far, and I'll never stop telling you. It's going to be stressful the next few weeks, and then the album is going to come out. And then your life will really change! But never forget how proud I am of you." She looks at me. "And if you need me, tell me."
I didn't know I needed to hear this, but Liz knew I did.
"I will. I love you."
"I love you too. Just let me know when you're ready."
Liz puts her hand in mine as she sits next to me. I take a deep breath, think back to this morning, and smile, knowing that I must finish my Google Maps search.
Liz POV
"Okay," Y/N says as she squeezes my hand back. "Oh, by the way." I stop her as she gets ready to exit the SUV. "I think you look hot."
Y/N blushes. "Thanks, my girlfriend picked out my suit."
Y/N then leaves me no time to come up with a witty response as she steps out of the car to the roar of fans and media personnel. Cameras start flashing as I reach my hand out to Y/N's.
They love us.
An assistant is right there by our side as Y/N, and I walk hand in hand through the entranceway to the interior of the building.
"Okay. You both know how to do this. Y/N- sorry Hex, you and Lizzie will take photos together before Lizzie; you go to the next stop and get some by yourself for promo before you finish at interviews." Y/N and I nod our heads along. "Hex..." I still can't believe this is a thing. "Marvel wants Lizzie's interviews to be about Wanda and the picture." I tilt my head at this new piece of information. I see Y/N also glance my way out of the corner of her eye. "But feel free to join her. It's not personal. I think it's just cross-synergies the mouse doesn't want." They quietly say.
I see a sigh of relief leave Y/N. "Okay." She laughs.
"The internet loves you too! Have fun!" The assistant scurries off as other stars begin to show up. Rachel McAdams being one of them.
I rapidly turn my head away from her. I know I'll embarrass myself if I speak to her.
"Shall we?" Y/N looks at me with a smile.
"I hear the internet loves us!"
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@DailyLizzieOlsen Lizzie Olsen has showed up at New York Premiere for the Marvel film Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Will share pics soon!
@WandaIsMommy omggggg she's here! Lizzie is here!!
@DarkChokeHold Hex is here with Lizzie as well. Hopefully we get more cute moments of her with the mininmoffs 🥰🥰
@unhappyknob Does anyone else think it's weird that we have to call Y/N Y/N, Hex?? Like what's the next?? Also Lizzie could do better. Go back to Robbie.
@MadMaxMoore @unhappyknob kindly d*e 😌 thank you.
@DarkChokeHold 💀Hex is now standing off to the side watching Lizzie conduct an interview like a puppy.
@theGenevaCuntvention actually crying rn because I'm in the same room as Lizzie again
Y/N POV
I watch Lizzie start conducting an interview in awe of her. God, I'm proud of her. Even after everything she went through while making this movie and after the fact. Our relationship. Robbie and me. Robbie ripping Hattie away from her.
I watch her stand tall and with a smile. She truly has a talent and personality I've never seen in someone else before.
I know the fans and media can see the heart eyes and goofy grin I'm wearing, but I don't care.
As she moves onto another person with a microphone, I look around and see cameras pointed in one direction.
Might as well join in on the fun, right?
I pull my phone out and hold it up before opening my camera.
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@DailyLizzieOlsen Lizzie Olsen photographed for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness.
@WandaIsMommy @DailyLizzieOlsen MOTHER!!!!
@MakeMeBark @DailyLizzieOlsen WOOF WOOF
@DarkChokeHold Hex is now taking pictures of Lizzie with a huge smile!!!
@happywandaplease LIZZIE LOOKS SO GOOD BUT DID ANYONE ELSE JUST SEE HEXS WALLAPAPER??!
@blueberryolsen @happywandaplease YES THEY SHOWED HER ON THE LIVESTREAM WHAT WAS THAT!!???
@kneelingforthewitch @happywandaplease gagging because it looked like a collage of Natasha Romanoff 💀💀 Lizzies own gf is a Natasha stan
@blueberryolsen @kneelingforthewitch @happywandaplease honestly iconic
@olsenmyolsen ummmm I found the wallpaper!!!
@gaysplattynatty @olsenmyolsen NATASHA NATION RISE OMG
@babyspiderromanoff @olsenmyolsen 🥰🥰 my wandanat heart 🥰🥰
@romanoffthereal @olsenmyolsen @yikesjtshex interesting 👀👀👀
Liz POV
After my second solo interview, I finally caught Y/N taking pictures of me. She looks absolutely adorable behind the camera.
Who knows, maybe in another life, music didn't work out, and instead, we fell in love while she was directing a show of mine.
"Those better be deleted!" I say as I make my to Y/N's waiting arms. She does nothing but laugh and claims she has no idea what I'm talking about.
I playfully roll my eyes at her lame joke before looking out to the rows of fans that have been standing here watching. I wave and smile at the faces of the fans, who light up.
Y/N joins me, and the assistant was right. The internet must love us because the noise gets louder, taking Y/N and myself by surprise. Y/N keeps her smile wide as she wraps an arm around my waist. Pulling my body closer to her.
In an effort to keep my thoughts pure, I look at the faces in the front row of fans and stop when I look at a familiar-looking girl.
@theGenevaCuntvention SHE JUST LOOKED AT ME!!!
"Y/N..." I start as we move down to the end of the entrance to the premiere. "Yes?" She turns to look at me as I keep my eyes on the freckle-faced redhead. "The girl in the front..." I point at her. (Yes, I know it isn't polite. 🙄) "...she looks familiar- Oh My God!" It clicks. "That's Geneva!"
Y/N throws her head from me to Geneva and back. "The Geneva from the airport!? The one you mentioned in People's Magazine?!" I nod to all her questions and smile wide. "Wow, she's already growing up. Kinda like the twins- Y/N?"
When I turn my head to talk to my girlfriend, she's gone. It isn't until I look towards the fans that I see security chasing after Y/N as she is hugging a crying Geneva.
@DarkChokeHold omg Lizzie just pointed to a fan and Hex turned and waved before squinting and running over to them!
@DarkChokeHold I don't think she was allowed to do that because security quickly ran to catch up to Hex.
@theGenevaCuntvention HEX JUST THANKED ME!!??? HUGGED ME AND TOLD ME I LOOKED BEAUTIFUL!!!
@theGenevaCuntvention NEVER FORGETTING THIS MOMENT AND OMG I FORGOT TO TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE 😩😫😫
I watch the interaction with pride.
This is how I know Y/N will be excellent on the stage.
I take a few steps forward to meet Y/N halfway as security directs her back to me. Y/N has no regrets. I smile and go to pass Y/N to make my way to Geneva.
A 14-year-old girl at the time I met her. A teen who helped me figure out... well, me.
"Sorry, Ms. Olsen, we can't have you do that." A security guard stops me before I can get close enough. "Can I at least say something?" I argue, but they stand in front of me. "I'm sorry. It's a precaution." Another guard states.
I nod, knowing they're right and that they work hard to protect us. "Okay. Sorry." I mumble as Y/N takes a hold of my hand.
"Sorry, you probably could've if I didn't do what I did." I just shake my head. "They wouldn't let me." Y/N makes an un-agreeable hum as we get directed inside the premiere, with our awaiting peers.
I take one last look behind me and see Geneva turn around to speak to an older man I recognize as her father.
@theGenevaCuntvention Nooooo it looked like Lizzie wanted to come over but was escorted away
@witcheswhores anyone else watching the livestream and see Hex run past the camera???
@multiversemother @witcheswhores yeah what was that?
@lizziesfutureex @witcheswhores yep
@scrunchnoselizzie @witcheswhores I saw it too!
@WandasVersion @witcheswhores according to @DarkChokeHold, Maria, a fan at the premiere live tweeting it. Lizzie saw a fan she recognized from something last year and Hex ran over to say hi
@DarkChokeHold @WandasVersion @witcheswhores correct! The fan started crying. She must've made an impact to Lizzie in someway for her to be recognized months later!
Y/N POV
As Liz and the rest of the cast had to get prepared for the introduction of Multiverse of Madness. I snuck out and asked an assistant for a favor.
Turns out the idea of having a fan joining a premiere, especially on behalf of Elizabeth Olsen, is something Marvel couldn't say no to.
So, fifteen minutes later, I watched security pull Geneva and her father out from the crowd. Cameras and phones immediately noticed, and being recently trained in celebrity eduque by one Lizard Olsen, I smiled and waved before focusing my attention on the redheaded teen in a Wanda Maximoff 1989 Polaroid-style shirt.
Damn, could we adopt this kid?
Kidding! I'm kidding! This was a joke!
@DarkChokeHold update on the fan! Security came to the barrier and escorted them and their father into the premiere where Hex was waiting!!!
Anyways... "Hi!" I greet Geneva once again, who looks more nervous than before. "Hi!" She smiles at me. I look from the Geneva to the gentleman with her. "Hello, I'm William Fehay. Geneva's father." He sticks his hand out with a smile that I instantly recognize as the same smile on the teen's face.
"Hello, sir." I shake his hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He smirks and glances at his daughter. "Y/N, huh?"
"Dad-" You can tell whatever Mr. Fehay is about to embarrass his daughter. "According to this one." He points to Geneva. "We're supposed to call you Hex. That's all I hear about. Hex this. Hex that. About your album." You can tell he's just teasing his daughter and that there is so much truth behind his words as he speaks with a smile, and Geneva glares at him.
"Well, sir, no need to worry. Calling me Y/N is fine." I then turn to Geneva. "Sounds like I converted another Olsen fan, huh?" Geneva wears red on her cheeks as she nods. "Don't worry, you can still tell her how much you love her."
"I'm gonna m-meet her?" Geneva speaks up. I nod. "Well, it won't be the first time." I smile brightly at the teen, doing my best to let her know that she has nothing to worry about.
"Come on. You can quickly chat before the movie."
"Wait... we're actually gonna see the movie!?" Geneva states as her and her father follow me as I follow the security team to the correct area. "Yep. I thought it might be a cool way to thank you for giving Liz a push she didn't know she needed last year."
Geneva takes that in.
"So, she actually remembered me?" Her voice cracks a little.
"She did."
Liz POV
I walk off stage as the applause from the cast, crew, and members of the audience dies down.
This is going to be the second time in one week I'm actually staying for the premiere of my own movie. I did in LA for Y/N, and tonight it'll be for Geneva. No matter how much I hate watching myself on screen. Or that I think every Marvel movie will be a flop.
Anyways... just as I'm about to get to my seat, a security guard stops me. I look at him with concern for Y/N before he points to the back of the room, where I see her standing with Geneva and her father.
I thank the security guard and make my way over to the three with a smile.
I quickly wrap Y/N up in a hug and whisper: "thank you for doing this." Into her ear. She gives me a quick peck on the cheek as we exit the hug.
My eyes scan over the teen and her face of excitement before I look at her father. "Elizabeth Olsen." I extended my hand and watch as he looks at me with a smile. "William Fehay." He shakes my hand. "Being a single father of a teenage daughter, I know that I'm meeting royalty right now."
My smile breaks into a laugh because what a silly thing to say!
"I always tell her that she's the people's princess." I playfully roll my at my girlfriend, making William and Geneva laugh. "Well, you're wrong, but I appreciate it."
My focus then turns to Geneva. I can see the nervousness in her hands as she plays with a ring on her index finger.
"So, does this beat meeting me at an airport?" I say, hoping this relieves any stress she might be holding. And it looks like it does when her eyes meet mine. "It's way better. Thank you." I shake my head. "You don't have to thank me. I should be thanking you. I appreciate you showing up and supporting this movie." Geneva shyly smiles and nods.
"So I wish we could all sit together, but we have assigned seats near the front. Yours are here." I see William's eyes get bigger. "However, we can always meet you two after the movie," I say.
"You mean we get to stay?" William asks, making me smile back. It seems like he didn't quite believe Y/N. "Of course. You have a wonderful daughter, and I wanted to show my appreciation and gratitude." Geneva looks up to her father, who looks back down with a watery smile. "Thank you."
"It's no problem," I reply and move my focus away so it's easier for him to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. I wonder if anyone's ever been this kind to them?
Y/N wraps her arm around me as the lights above flash, signaling that we must get to our seats. Within an instant, an assistant walks to Geneva and William. "Okay, I have you two.." She speaks to them. "Over here. If you'll follow me." William nods, but Geneva looks back to me. "Thank you again."
"Of course. We'll see you afterwards."
"Yeah, I need someone to talk to about this movie because if I tweet anything, I'll get snipped." I nudge Y/N in her side and playfully scold her. "Hahaha, alright, can't wait!" Geneva says with a bright smile.
"I can see why you remembered her," Y/N says once we find our seats. "Right. She's a sweet kid."
"Smart, too. She's a Wanda Stan." I side-eyed my girlfriend and smirked. "Nice to know someone in this room is."
Y/N nods before looking confused.
"What do you mean?"
I play innocent. "Nothing... just don't go on Twitter."
Yes, I saw the tweets.
"What do you mean?" Y/N says, reaching for her phone. "Oh shh, the movie is starting," I say to Y/N before turning back to face the screen.
As the lights dim, I see Y/N look at her phone blowing up with notifications.
"Oh shit." She whispers, producing a grin on my lips.
_
By the time the last credit scene played, Y/N had changed her wallpaper to one of the two of us. _
MarvelActorsNews Elizabeth Olsen and Partner Y/N Y/L/N seemed to have had Twitter eating out of the palm of their hand earlier today. Find out why! Link
EntertainmentCelebrity Looks like even The Scarlet Witch Star, Elizabeth Olsen, isn't even their girlfriends own favorite superhero! According to photos attached here: Link That title belongs to none other than in real life friend Scarlett Johansson's Natasha Romanoff.
MarvelMedia Aside from Y/N Y/L/N, Hex, having a Natasha Romanoff collage as their wallpaper it appears that she and Elizabeth Olsen made friends with a father and daughter duo that was there to see the stars.
We're not quite sure who they are, but according to multiple sources and a fan who was present, it looks like Elizabeth Olsen met the duo sometime last year.
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@olsenmyolsen guys... do you think Lizzie got mad?
@MadMaxMoore lmaoooooo
@romanoffthereal whatever 🙄🙄
Liz POV
After the Marvel social media team grabbed a few pictures of Y/N and myself with Geneva and her father, we were free to do whatever we wanted since Y/N and I were going to skip the after-party.
"Elizabeth!" I heard Geneva, with a cracked, hurt voice, call out to me as we got closer to her seat. "Is Wanda really gone??" She asks with a panicked look.
I open and close my mouth multiple times.
Even looking at Y/N for help. "I hope not," Y/N speaks up. "And I don't truly believe so. I mean, we saw that red burst of power at the end! Like that was her teleporting away or using however much of America's power that she took, right!?" Geneva enthusiastically nods. "That's what I thought!!" Geneva says as she sniffles and leans back into her seat.
I clear my throat. "So... aside from the ending, did you like the movie?"
Geneva and her father stand up. "I did! I enjoyed it a lot. Had a few nitpicks, but you weren't the problem at all!" I tilt my head as the four of us head out of the theater and into the hallway. "What nitpicks?" Y/N asks the question I was thinking.
Geneva looks from Y/N to me.
"Is the writer here?"
I know for a fact he isn't. I shake my head no. "Good." She quickly states, ending the conversation as William scolds her. But Y/N is quick to come to Geneva's defenses.
I then watch Y/N and Geneva gang up on William before continuing to talk about the MCU as a whole. Most of it going over my head.
"Is there any way I can repay you?" I turn my head to my left. "What do you mean?" I ask William as we continue walking to the lobby. "You and Y/N have been so kind and wonderful. There must be something I can do. You gave us a once-in-a-lifetime experience."
I hum in thought.
"Y/N?" She turns to me as Geneva, and her stop their conversation. "We don't have anything going on in the morning, do we?" Y/N thinks before shaking her head. "No. I just have a call with Bo to go over the title of the album before the livestream at midnight tomorrow." I nod as Geneva questions Y/N about the album title and tracks.
It turns out, like most of my fans, she's become a big fan of Hexs' music.
"How about brunch? You and Geneva pick a spot, and we'll join."
Williams' eyes widen, and I'm beginning to think maybe he didn't think I'd take him up on his offer. But I can see the panic disappear on his face. "That sounds wonderful!" I agree with him as we all stop at the exit doors with paparazzi and fans on the other side.
Y/N and Geneva are still in a severe conversation about Wanda's death.
"I know I asked you before, but why care about a teenage girl and her father?" William questions me. Rightfully so, I should add. It doesn't make much sense on paper. Sounds more like fan fiction.
But I do my best to give an honest answer. "Because you're kind. Like I said before, it's clear you've raised such a polite and humble person in Geneva. I think it's sweet and refreshing to see. Plus.. she helped me discover myself when I needed it most. And trust me, I know that sounds like a ridiculous thing to say, especially when she was only 14 at the time, but it's true."
William gets real quiet as she digests everything I just told him. "William?" I question when I see him blink a few tears away. "It's alright. Umm.."
He lets out a shaky breath.
"Geneva and I have just been through a lot, so to hear those words come from someone as honest as you. It means a whole hell of a lot."
"Of course," I respond.
When I look to my left, I see Y/N looking at me as if to say everything alright? I give her a subtle nod. She gives one back just as Geneva pulls her phone out.
I see her open Instagram. "Whatcha doing?" I call out, forcing her to turn to me with a guilty look. "Nothing." She says with red creeping onto her face.
I look to my girlfriend, who looks at Geneva.
"Okay, next time, try not to look so guilty," Y/N says, making Geneva sigh.
"Okay, fine. I was going to make an Instagram post about the movie. No spoilers!!! Of course!!" She says, not looking guilty this time, making me laugh.
"Oh, okay," I answer for Y/N and I. "Oh my gosh, wait! Could I take a picture of the four of us on my phone?"
The three of us adults all eventually agreed, but Y/N and I had to deeply stress to Geneva that she should not post that pic. It was for her and only her.
We also reminded her that she couldn't talk about the movie until tomorrow.
She understood and took the picture just as an assistant came and told us that our car was ready.
"So I guess this is it... thank you once again, Elizabeth, and to you, Y/N! You're both super sweet and nice, and I had so much fun-"
I cut the teen off before she spiraled and rambled herself to death. "Geneva, we're getting brunch together tomorrow morning."
"We are!?" She looks at her father, who shrugs with a smile. "Oh, okay! That's great!"
"Yeah, I have to hear all about your trip to Oregon!"
"You remembered?" I laugh. "Yes, of course-" I go to speak some more but off to see my publicist Marla talk to an assistant before she turns to look at me. Y/N notices and quickly covers for me.
"William, could I see your phone?" Y/N asks as I turn back to the group. He takes it out and hands Y/N his iPhone. I watch and laugh as she quickly makes a new contact: Y/N's # please do not share. "Here you go."
Even William chuckles. "Noted," He says.
"So we'll see you tomorrow?" Geneva and her father nod and say their goodbyes, but not before Geneva asks for a hug. One I'm happy to give. "For me personally, I hope Wanda isn't dead. But for you, I hope you're happy with her journey." Geneva whispers in my ear. I nod. "Trust me, after recording What If...? I'm happy with where I'll be as an actress, just the same."
"You're going to be in What If..?" Geneva questions with excitement, before rapidly realizing that this information hasn't been publicly posted.
"Okay bye!" I begin to wave, making Y/N quickly do the same. Once Geneva and her father leave through the lobby doors, Y/N turns to me. "Brunch, huh?"
"Her father wanted to do something, and I would've felt awful saying no." Y/N hums. "Did you have fun tonight?"
"I had a great time. What about you? Have enough here or crashing Twitter?" That makes Y/N roll her eyes and shake her head. "I can't believe that happened."
"Well, it's nice to see you learned your lesson."
Y/N kisses me as a way to shut me up, and our lips only separate when we hear the clacking of heels walking toward us.
It's Marla with her phone in her hand.
"I need you to take a look at this."
"What is it?" Y/N questions as I take the black brick from Marla's hands.
Marla opens her mouth, but the words come out of mine. "It's from Robbie," I say once I read the email and the CCs. "..What??" Y/N asks as the tension surges throughout her body.
I remain silent as I read the words on the screen until I reach the end.
"I'm sorry, Robbie Arnett."
"He's giving me Hattie..." My emotions of relief, happiness, and, anger, struggle for the top spot as I can't believe this is finally happening. I have Hattie back! But at the same time, I'm beyond upset. I could never forgive Robbie for so blatantly ripping Hattie Harmony away from me.
Y/N watches me cautiously as tears start spilling from my eyes before wrapping me up in a hug. Moving the two of us with Marla following away from the doors to the outside world.
"Deep breaths, babe." She takes hold of my hands as she places me in a leather chair down a hallway. Y/N kneels in front of me on the carpeted floor. "I'm here." She reminds me, making me smile.
She'll always be here.
_
Moments after, when I have no tears left, and Y/N has read the email, Marla gives us some alone time.
"Can I ask you something?" Y/N awaits my nod before continuing. "Hattie was a big thing for you and Robbie. You both worked so hard on it. But it was your brainchild...." She stops to gather her words. "Clearly, he's giving it to you because he needs to focus on himself. But do you even want it now? Like, of course, you want Hattie. Like legally and all that, but... do you want to do anything with Hattie now?"
I exhale and think.
"Honestly. I don't know... I think at one point this.. this was the next step for me and my career, but now I'm not so sure..." My hands tighten around Y/N's. "As much as it pains me to say I can't go back to Hattie. It's tainted." I can feel the frown form on my face.
"Okay... that's okay, Liz." I nod, knowing it is but hating that that's how I feel about it. I wish I could want to write Hattie again. Go back as a fuck you, Robbie, in a way, but it wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be what I originally wanted.
So it's best to leave it.
"But at least once legal gets it all sorted out, It'll be mine." My lips slightly curl upwards. "It will be." Y/N keeps her hands in mine as she sits up on her knees and leans forward to kiss my lips but misses and kisses my chin, making us laugh. "There's that smile."
I roll my eyes and remove my hands from hers. "Shush." I grab her face and plant a kiss on her pink lips.
_
"Obviously, you have time, but is there something else that you'd want to work on if not Hattie?" Y/N asks me as we sit in the back of the SUV on the way to the hotel.
I shake my head. "Not at the moment." Y/N kisses the side of my head as my phone begins to vibrate in my handbag. "I can take it."
I'm emotionally exhausted, so that would be nice.
Y/N unzips my handbag and pulls out of my phone. "Babe.."
I look over from outside the window and roll my eyes. "Here." I have Y/N place the phone in my hand.
I clear my throat and hit the green button with a smile. "Oh, Hey, Scarlett!"
Y/N cowardly looks away from me with a smile.
Oh, she's going to get it later.
"Yeah, no, I saw what Y/N's wallpaper..... Yeah, of course, we're still on for dinner!"
_
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Halloween Costumes: DPS Girls Headcanons (SFW) As Halloween approaches, I'll be writing more about it with the ovw characters. So, this post is about what the DPS girls would want to dress up as for Halloween (if they did at least). It's under the cut, enjoy!
Elizabeth Caledonia / Ashe: I can honestly imagine she likes to dress up, but not for the reason of trick or treating. For her, she likes to use Halloween as an excuse to dress up in a disguise on a robbery with her gang. So, some of her favourites in the past were of a saloon girl (she hated the dress but it worked well for seducing her way into the bank she planned to rob from) and as poison ivy from dc (she used it as a way to blend into the crowd of a Halloween carnival, making it perfect to escape from the police).
Mei Ling Zhou: Mei always likes to use Halloween as a bonding experience, enjoying co-ordinating her outfits with close friends and work colleagues such as Lena and Brigitte. So, some of her favourites were as a pirate (Lena was a parrot, with Brigitte as a wench) and as Velma from scooby doo (Brigitte was Scooby and Lena was Scrappy-doo, with other members taking the other main characters).
Fareeha Amari / Pharah: Fareeha used to despise Halloween as a child because she used to see families together, dressing up and taking their kids out to trick or treat, when she couldn't have the same experience. But, she's grown more light-hearted about it, especially dressing up for themed parties such as ‘hear me out’ costumes (dress up as your biggest hear me out character), and ‘sexual awakening’ costumes (dress up as your sexual awakening character). She doesn't have a favourite, but loves costumes that aren't serious and look poorly made, just because of how much more humorous they are to her.
Vivian Chase / Sojourn: You can't tell me that Vivian doesn't do trick or treating with her sister and niece every year - you know fine and well that Vivian's letting her niece pick the group costume each year, and following along with her ideas to make sure that she has the most enjoyable year possible. Vivian loves to let her take control and holds back her distaste for the costumes she picks, purely because she loves the family time she can have with them more so than the dressing up part. Her favourite group costumes that she's done, though, are Alice in Wonderland (Vivian and her sister were the card guards, with her niece being the Queen of Hearts), Cat in the Hat (Vivian and her sister were thing 1 and thing 2, with her niece being the cat), and Little Red Riding Hood (her niece was the grandma, her sister was little red, and she was the wolf). All in all, though, any Halloween costume will be her favourite if she knows her family had fun.
Olivia Colomar / Sombra: Honestly, I can't imagine Olivia's really been able to enjoy Halloween in her life, and doesn't have much interest in it in general. However, she does like to do group costumes with Amelie and Moira when going to clubs or bars, but only silly ones (similar to Fareeha). She'd definitely love to dress up as final girls from horror movies, animated movie characters (i.e. shrek, megamind, etc). If she can find humour in it, she loves it especially with her friends.
Amelie Lacroix / Widowmaker: Amelie used to do couples costumes with Gerald, finding it a genuinely fun time with him. So, now that he's passed away and gone from her life, it took her a while to warm up to the idea of dressing up again for Halloween. With the help of Moira and Olivia, she's found herself warming up to it but doesn't have specific preferences. She likes ones that are more clever than funny, though, but will go with what her friends would like to do (to an extent - if she hates an idea, she'll tell them of course). All in all, she can be picky but has good intentions, wanting to make sure that she and her friends are enjoying themselves wherever the night finds them. She doesn't have any pictures of her favourite costumes, though, because she'd rather keep them in place in her mind.
Lena Oxton / Tracer: Lena will always do costumes with her friends and take their family members with her trick or treating - Halloween is one of her favourite holidays in my opinion, and she loves to go all out for it. For example, with Brigitte and her family, she'll often accompany them and show just as much enthusiasm as the little sisters and brothers have for the events that night. Her favourite costumes are simple ones, ones she can wear and have fun with her friends in - whether that's cheap, silly or serious ones, she's happy and enjoying herself.
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(NOT A "<character> is a robot" POST)
Honestly my favourite current theory for fnaf is that the mimic (who is probably not burntrap but may be glitchtrap) is intending to recreate the events of the William Afton Era™️ to a T, as it was built to mimic by....someone? I mean someone had to build it right.
Anyway I'm gonna lightly explain my reasoning for each of these even though I'm sure most of you have already made these connections before
I mean, we all heard the Vanessa theories already yeah? Not even mentioning her visual similarities to Elizabeth, I think either her or Michael could fit. Both of them were loyal to their father at some point (I don't know why else Michael would go into the Sister location bunker) and they both played significant roles in the story. I think if this was the case I'd wager Vanessa was *supposed* to be Elizabeth, but after breaking free she became more like Michael and hellbent on destroying the glitchtrap virus for good (maybe with a little bit of fire). I could understand arguments for Glamrock Freddy being Michael (even aside from him *literally* being Michael) but I didn't include any of the glamrocks because they serve a narrative purpose already as animatronics.
Gregory is. Obvious. I mean with how similar they look its already sort of suspicious, though Gregory is a little bit more of a fighter than CC. They at the very least share a connection with bear robots. I could see an argument for Gregory being Michael (God is Michael just every character?) But for visual similarities alone I picked CC.
Cassie was theorized from day one to be Cassidy or Charlie or both. I personally learn more towards Charlie but because of Something in hw2 I may be more willing to accept her as the vengeful spirit. I know Charlie doesn't always equal green but Cassie does have specks of green throughout her design, and she seems to be a very kind and caring friend (maybe too kind). Roxy being protective over her near the end is, well, a loose connection to the security puppet but I thought I'd bring it up.
For cassidy I can see this since if Gregory is CC, obviously cassidy and him would most likely talk and maybe be friends. In the picture that is from the logbook which might be cassidy they share a similar hair style. Not identical but, similar. Though I miss Cassie's curly hair </3
Mimic is probably the most obvious connection. William is like. The only human murderer from the original story, so you know, if the mimic is trying to kill people it's safe to say they are probably mimicking him. Though clearly they are not above mimicking other people (Gregory) in order to do this, sort of like what I imagine the funtimes did. I don't necessarily think they are acting like they did in the books where they are just carrying out an order to disassemble mechs, because if they were WHYyyy the need to lure people down there? Hey man I don't think that person you tricked into climbing down here is an endoskeleton I think that's a fucking person. This seems much more malicious, something that would make sense if they based their actions off of a killer from the 80s.
Also I guess Cassie's dad is worth a mention, who may be a parallel with Henry Emily or even Charlie herself. I'm leaning more towards Henry but I could see a case for it. I guess he can always be Michael. Because as much as I like fan interpretations of him he's sort of. Just Like. There. You know to be a foil to his dad.
Anyway I hope this was interesting, or rage inducing. And no I don't like the idea of them being robots of the character ❤️
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Hi, the anon who wondered about the Elizabeth Afton post, after reading your response, I couldn't help but get another thought, we all know that no matter the age, everybody is curious about things no matter what.
Imagine Guiding Light (could be of any age but child age would be a lot more most likely here) becomes a victim of William Afton?
Or is like the CC (Crying Child) and gets 💀 via Bite Of 87 style.
Or, Guiding Light does get 💀 via Elizabeth Afton style but it happens right in front of them? Like, it was a random animatronic that has a similar mechanic to Circus Baby's way of luring people (ice cream) and once close enough, they get killed with her claw.
I include the idea of GL being partly transported into BSD World and still have a slim chance to return to the real world.
Warning: English is my second language. William Afton does Afton things. The Bite of 87. Afton's robots for collecting remnant.
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William:
They can't move. Controlled shocks froze their metallic bodies. They were waiting for that bastard William's return.
He said, he wanted to show them something.
He returned. He was carrying something.
Someone... Someone familiar.
William ignored their curses and promises to end him. He stepped towards Tachihara.
William opened Tachihara's cavity chest. Putting your body inside.
"I always wanted to see, what would happen, if one animatronic got possessed by two ghosts."
William left. And their sorrow remained.
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You didn't knew where you are. The place was dark. Sometimes, you could make out a decoration from the Plex. Sometimes, you saw a familiar ADA office desk. And, sometimes, you heard Tachihara's voice.
You were afraid. Until another person appeared.
Puppet, you saw on old Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria pictures.
"[Y/N]... I can help you and them get free. Will you trust me?"
Puppet put its hand towards you.
You shook it.
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The bite:
Gin froze, looking at the scene before her. Guiding Light... [Y/N]... Their sweet little child... Were gone...
The animatronic alligator, one of the many animal mascots that bastard William still kept in the Plex, despite trapping Dazai and others in animatronics bodies, towered above your broken body. Monty's jaws were red because of blood... Your blood.
Gin focused on people, who were to blame.
Your older sibling and their friends.
Even in metal body, Gin remained Verlaine's pupil.
What left of your murderers were unrecognizable. And your body was gone.
Gin could swear, she saw your chest moving.
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Robot:
"Here! That animatronic has another page... AHH!"
They can't react. One moment, the animatronic was offering you a manga page. The next, a giant claw dragged you into the animatronic.
Akutagawa tore it apart, freeing you. Your boned were broken, you were catching bloodied manga page. There was also an ice cream cone in the animatronic.
That monster... William not only designed animatronics to lure children. This one was programmed to get you.
They will avenge you. William will pay.
Yet... Akutagawa could swear, that, once in a minute, your heart still beats.
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Meliodas and Zeldris headcanons being uncles of their nephews?
Hello!!!! Once again it has been many years however with 4KOTA I wanna write about baby Percival and Tristan (IK Percy isn’t technically Zeldris’s baby but they adopted him for years so he’s now an honorary nephew)
Meliodas-
-Will visit the demon realm from time to time to and one day Zeldris just has a child and he’s like “Aight then”
-He will sometimes bring baby Tristan to play with him (neither of them have any memory of this)
-Baby Tristan gets scared of the demons in the demon realm but Percy thinks they’re neat and Percy eventually gets him to warm up to them
-Meliodas is truly endeared that a child could just wander into the demon realm and become such good friends with them. He thinks Percy had a good heart
-He will pick up Percy and fly around with him.
-Percival calls Meliodas “Mellydaz”
-Zeldris tries to convince Meliodas to bring him back to the human realm and adopt him in order to give him a more fulfilling life that he thinks he deserves and Meliodas is like “Nah this is his home. He loves you”
-Meliodas brings Percy new toys to play with from the human realm. He shares them with the demon children
-Uncle Mellydaz teaches him human games to teach to the demon children
-Uncle Mellydaz also tries to help him understand human speech for his future
-“Alright now go up to Zel and say “Fuck”
Zeldris
-Edgy ahh uncle
-Spars with Tristan a bit too rough and Meliodas has to be like “Bro that’s a baby”
-He wishes he would embrace his demon side a bit more but loves him for who he is
-Him and Gelda visit the human realm and take him on little fun days out over different villages
-Imagining Zeldris with one of them baby carriers that have the baby strapped to your chest
-Teaches him about different types of demons by giving him picture books
-He gives him heinous demon relics as a gift and the only one who sees a problem with this is Elizabeth. Meliodas is like “Yooo that’s so sick Tristan what do we say” “Fanks:D” “MELIODAS THAT COULD KILL SOMEONE”
-He’s so excited if Tristan learns how to fly because he can go hunting with him
-He doesn’t have access to good toys in the demon realm so sometimes he’ll carve him something nice
-Tristan can go to the demon realm whenever he wants and all the demons love him.
I hope these were good enough, I’m not too good at writing Zeldris after all these years my brain just sees him Edgy Guy but I know he goes deeper than that so I wanna keep trying!!!
Have an amazing day 💙💙💙
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Tell us your finest headcanons for Stumbler O'Hare and Chief Wulf, please.
Thank you for asking! :D Sorry for all the Wulf angst in his section ^^' Those were the only headcanons of mine for him I could think of today.
Stumbler O'Hare:
Stumbler looks up to Elizabeth. She makes him feel safe. She's comforting. He wants to be the light in other people's lives like Liz is. She's always positive, always kind. Always able to make you see things just a little bit brighter. He aspires to be like that. They've also exchanged art through some of their emails together. It makes him a little sad they can only talk from behind a screen.
He actually owns the nurse's hat he's seen wearing in the unused Stumbler video. He doesn't remember where he got it from nor does he remember wearing it before, but whenever he looks at it, he's filled with an eerie feeling. Like something is wrong. It shouldn't be here. He doesn't like looking at the hat for that reason.
For the last headcanon I have for him in this post, a small one I have is that the art of him and Wulf that's in the gallery was made by him!
Chief Wulf:
Wulf frequency isolates himself whenever he's depressed. I mean, why should he tell anyone else how he's feeling when it would just make others feel down? Does his feelings even matter anyway? He's a leader, he should be able to cope on his own. He has to be the one to protect and help everyone else! If he can't..what else is he even good for..? Not to mention the self-loathing he's been feeling ever since he started getting his memories back.. Isolating himself was something he only used to do rarely, though with him finding out the truth..well, let's just say it's been affecting him a lot. At least he has Bucky who he can talk too now.
Ever since Pat started helping with restoring the game, Wulf's been avoiding him. He can't bring himself to talk to him. His past as being Connor in my AU is a big reason for that. He feels a lot of guilt. He was a bad father, wasn't he..? Patt shouldn't have to see him again. He feels like he failed him..
Whenever he wants some time alone, he usually goes to the demo maps to reminisce. What could have been, what he had. You can imagine Wulf's surprise when he saw one time he wasn't alone.
Hope these suffice! Sorry this took all day to finish writing, my head's been really messed up lately, especially today. :( I have other headcanons too for other characters Which are mostly for the Starlings! Feel free to ask about them if you'd like! :D I also took the pictures myself ^^ I love talking about this game-
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Oh God, I hope that the reader is in a dream in the ending that is not happening. We are sleeping, and Ghos is beside us, and we are OK.
The scene with Price was so cute. He may be a bit gruff and rough around the edges, but he's so sweet I can't get enough of him 😍
And my baby Ghost is so cute, I can't, to start the “You and I are goin’ to have a little chat,” I'm sat handsome you talk I listen. “I only wish to be there,” Ghost murmured, looking away. “But I don’t know how. I am not good with… with all of this.” “I am not, either,” you confessed honestly. You highness they are both emotionally constipated AND I'M LOVING IT, it is so sweet like I can't stand it just kiss already or not feel free to continue this cute dynamic.
Now is my moment, the dress. I need to say that after reading the description I spend like 5 minutes staring to the wall thinking what it could be. It could be a chemise from that century but that is really an undergarment and the this dress popped in my head the corset seems softer and worned out so it should be more comfortable and is simpler that the others, only thing I would change is the color to a darker colour.
And for a fun fact let's go with a medical one this time. So the 18th century the superstitious beliefs weren't use in professional medicine anymore but some doctors started noticing what we call the placebo effect, because some people started using charms from their cultures alongside their professional medical treatment and those people got better faster that the others. Also those people thought for different reasons that their practitioners had a connection with a superior being.
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ugh i love ghost just as much as you, THE EMOTIONAL CONSTIPATION YESSSS it’s got me in a chokehold bc i’m just like that fr 😫 i have plans for the next chapter but good god i want them ALL to just make up and kiss and live happily ever after already (haha but who says thats gonna happen what)
the dress!!!! i love that one like the last one you showed me 😫 simple but classy. for me personally, i imagined what you see female pirates wearing, like the billowy kinda dress that flows in the wind and all that good stuff, idk if that makes sense but i genuinely just imagine elizabeth swann when she’s in that one white dress ??? im too lazy to insert a picture lmao but that was my personal thought, but that’s why i make it open for opinion so anybody can imagine their own
also hello???? placebo effect works on me unfortunately lmfao i fall for it every time BUT YES MY WEEKLY FUN FACT 🏃🏻♀️
I LOVE YOU AS ALWAYS
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Six The Musical Headcanons - Anne Bolyen:
Time for the queen that broke by heart when I read a book about her and Elizabeth 💚💚💚 (Yes I’m talking about your stupidly sad book Tracy Borman)
-Anne’s reaction to reincarnation isn’t one most expected from the aftermath of her beheading, yes she screamed, yes she was terrified, yes she was freaking out she still had a head and heartbeat, but the only thing she cared about after she woke up was Elizabeth, helplessly calling out to her daughter that died more than 400 years ago. Only did she freak out about being beheaded after Catalina begrudgingly and hesitantly calmed Anne about her daughter
-I’m all for ADHD gremlin Anne but I’m also about scary, cunning, powerful, smart, dangerous Anne, I like to believe her stage persona is a sort of coping mechanism but also only half of her personality. Yes Anne is a prank queen, will get into shenanigans, and can be energetic and loud but she also can suddenly and quickly become very quiet and very well thought out, smartly planning things out like she’s playing chess.
-ADHD and PTSD, a deadly combination that initially makes Anne’s adjustment to modern day life suck even more. Actually is the reason Anne is the last to attempt to connect with any of the queens, keeping her distance her trauma with the court and Hery making her wary of trusting anyone and her difficultly to act like “everyone else” making her very hesitant to open up to the queens
-Anne has a whole library in her room fully of every book ever written about Elizabeth that she can get her hands on, and when she can’t sleep thinking about her girl, she reads them imagining her girl was in her arms again
-Anne’s ability to speak multiple languages blends over when she’s distressed, usually spurring large amounts of French that only half the queens can understand
-Anne lost it when she found about what Thomas Seymour did to Elizabeth, it’s because a really tense week in the queen household and takes a really long time for Anne to forgive Cathy
-It’s a queen rule that Anne is not allowed to have more than two coffees per day (and they have to be spread apart)
-Anne when she finally makes amends with everyone, becomes closest with the 4th and 6th queens finding enjoyment in being able to match Anna’s energy and Cathy’s intellect
-Surprisingly, if Anne isn’t the one who created the problem, she usually is the go to for fixing a problem (especially if said queen doesn’t want Catalina or Jane to know) her intelligence being able to find quick and efficient solutions to most problems
- As I have stated in my Jane Seymour Addition, Shipping the queens doesn’t sound particularly right after all they’ve been through and the healing they need but.. Bi (and I say every character I like is Ace so also ace)
-Cathy and Anne love having “book races” seeing who can dive into and compete novels at the faster rate, these usually becoming all day consuming events in the household , Anna and Kat are usually there as refs to make sure neither cheats, with specific preplanned questions to guarantee evidence of the book actually being finished.
-Anne’s a epic smooth talker at getting out of situations
-Anne after a nightmare once mistakes Kat in the dark for a teenage Elizabeth until she goes back to sleep. Kat couldn’t have the will to break Anne’s hope so she played along. No other queen in the household had the heart to break her heart either so they let Anne hope a bit before she connected the dots
-Like both her cousins and basically all the queens in the household, she despises yelling, it being all too familiar to Henry
-She has a dartboard on her wall with a picture of Henry’s portrait always stapled to it, frequently having to replace it as it open to ang queen in the household
-It’s her and Kat who come up with the idea for a musical when Anne complains how all her smarts have been cleared from history to remember, Kat shoots the idea and the two draft a plan. and convince the queens with Kat’s puppy dog eyes and a powerpoint
-She’s is not a coffee or tea person she’s just more of a, “if it’s a warm drink it works kind of person” usually just having what’s easiest, especially after the ban after the coffee incident where she drank 5 and somehow with that power managed to set Jane’s Kitchen on fire (first time they all saw Jane cry) and broke the couch
-Anne like Jane is very maternal, although it’s more in moments than constant, her protectiveness spanning for all the queens (even Catalina). Once a jerk tried to hit on Catalina (which clearly put the eldest queen at an unease) on the streets and Anne lost it, shoving the guy and screaming at him. The queens know they never have to worry when Anne is around.
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SARAH VINE: Harry and Meghan are casting themselves as refugees from a repressive regime
Could this be the duplicitous duo’s new MO? So much snark but such a well-written article in the DM from Sarah Vine, who doesn’t mince words. Link and full article below:
DailyMail
When I saw the pictures of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex at the premiere of the Bob Marley movie in Kingston, Jamaica, the first thing that sprang to mind was how thoroughly refreshed they both looked.
Indeed, I had to do a double-take to make sure it really was the duchess that Prince Harry was escorting and not some dewy, doe-eyed lookalike.
Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, but she certainly seems to have upped her skincare routine since we last saw her.
The prince, meanwhile, looked remarkably unfurrowed for a man who looks likely to have to pay three quarters of a million pounds in legal costs accrued by his failed libel action against the Mail on Sunday. I don’t know what they put in the water out there in Montecito, but it’s definitely working.
Still, all that gloss doesn’t hide the ugly fact that the pair - normally so vocal when it comes to informing the world of their heartfelt sentiments - have yet to say a single word in public on the subject of Harry’s father, the King, and his health issues.
Given how much the Prince likes to use his platform for good, you might have thought he would have seized this opportunity to remind other men of the importance of getting their prostate checked.
As for the duchess, normally such a strong advocate for women’s health, it does seem rather unsisterly not to wish the Princess of Wales a speedy recovery from her abdominal surgery.
That they should have chosen this particular occasion to break cover is also intriguing. Jamaica is not exactly a friend of the British monarchy - indeed, the country’s prime minister, Andrew Holness, who joined the Sussexes at the premiere with his wife Juliet, has expressed his hope that his people will cut ties with Britain when they vote in a referendum on the question later this year.
Anti-monarchist sentiment has been building ever since the death of Elizabeth II, who enjoyed the affection and respect of many Jamaicans. Sadly, those sentiments don’t seem to have been transferred to King Charles, with one ardent anti-monarchist, Hugh Small QC, telling the Guardian newspaper last year that he ‘can’t stand’ the thought of the King being head of state of Jamaica.
But there is something else driving Jamaica’s disdain for the Crown: the perceived notion that the British Royal Family is inherently racist and the Duchess of Sussex was a victim of prejudice during her time at the Palace.
This idea was, of course, vehemently denied while the Queen was still alive but recently resurrected by the Sussexes’ mouthpiece, Omid Scobie, in his most recent hagiography Endgame, in which he ‘accidentally’ named the alleged ‘royal racists’ as King Charles and the Princess of Wales.
These allegations will no doubt have caused a great deal of distress to both the King and the Princess.
Effectively being cancelled by your own son must take its toll on a man, and I can only imagine how stressful it must be for the Princess of Wales to not only have to pick up the slack left behind by the Duchess of Sussex’s departure but to have to do so with a smile on her face while being kicked repeatedly in the teeth by the latter’s cheerleaders.
I doubt whether that notion will have occurred to the Duke and Duchess, who have - in the past - shown themselves to be entirely immune to any suffering their pronouncements might cause.
Indeed, they did not hold back while Prince Philip was dying, nor when the Queen was in her final months. The idea that they should give two hoots about what the folks back home are going through is, very sadly, for the birds.
By choosing to break cover in such vehemently anti-monarchist company, the Duke and Duchess appear to be sending a very clear signal to the Palace. It appears to me that they intend to use their royal connection to undermine both the individual reputations of members of the Royal Family and that of the institution as a whole. I hope that I am wrong.
By casting themselves as refugees from a regressive and repressive regime, they are tapping into the divisive culture wars that dominate so much of our public debate these days and helping to fuel anti-royalist sentiment throughout the Commonwealth and elsewhere.
The late Queen, who loved the Commonwealth and used her position to foster forgiveness and understanding, would be heartbroken. As for King Charles, I can see only one course of action: he should give them what they claim to want and set them free of their royal shackles by stripping them, finally, of all titles.
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