#LizzieWeek2026 | day 6: loved 💟
“She’s a witch, Hughie.”
Meanwhile, I bent over snickering. “That is so cool. I’ve always wanted to be a witch.”
“Because of Stevie?” Hugh mused…
“those are some nice legs, blondie, when do they open?”
“way past your bedtime, little boy.”
“You look like a dream.”
“Then go back to sleep,”
“Why don’t you come over here and sit on my face, sweetheart?”
“Why? Is your nose bigger than your dick?”
“This playful side of Liz was a rare and glorious sight, because life had hardened my baby, but tonight she was basking in her youth. In this moment, she looked happy.”
Excuse me, wtf did I just witness!! It’s literally 8am and I’m physically ill thinking of my Hugh Liz. I think Hugh and Liz finding out the truth is my most anticipated part of this book.
“Domestic fucking battery, Feely.”
“Oh relax, pretty boy,” he sneered. “You’re still every inch the asshole girls fall for.”
Hugh Andrew Biggs
art by lemntii
comm by me
ela viu ele.
ela quis ele.
reinvidivou ele no primeiro dia de aula.
ficou amiga dele.
apelidou ele
foi quem deu o primeiro beijo
ele tatuou o nome dela no peito.
foi a ancora pra ele melhorar do vicio.
se tornou uma mãe maravilhosa.
a rainda mais loba da irlanda