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Elizabeth Olsen | W magazine (2021)

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Elizabeth Olsen for Vanity Magazine x April 2023

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I wish Elizabeth Olsen would rizz me up 😫 (Do we call her Rizzabeth Olsen or Erizzabeth Olsen? Or maybe even Rizzie 😳)

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what’s the point of agatha: coven of darkness if we don’t get lizzie olsen and aubrey plaza doing interviews together

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XI. LET HER GO

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CELEB NEWS

Elizabeth Olsen was spotted, once again, on a 'date' with the mysterious Y/N. Olsen, 33, is married to Milo Greene band member Robbie Arnett, who was in Los Angeles at the time.

Olsen and Y/N were seen getting chummy at an ice cream parlor in New York City.

Not much is known about Y/N, as she seems to be very private despite being an Internet personality. She seems to get along well with the Marvel actress and her co-stars, as Y/N was also spotted hanging out with Brie Larson, better known as Captain Marvel.

•

"Shit."

I bit my lip as I read and re-read the article, again and again as if it would magically change before my eyes. Now, this was bad.

I sat in silence, staring at my phone clenched tightly in my hand. We really fucked up this time. I really fucked up this time.

Maybe if I just ignored it, it would go away, cease to exist, disappear.

My phone vibrated, a text message appearing at the top of my screen. Brie, obviously having seen the article, and god knows how many others, wanted to know what was going on. No wonder she was confused, I had been so adamant about keeping my relationship with Lizzie strictly platonic, that now that the lines were blurred, publically, I had a lot of explaining to do.

I scratched my head in frustration, hoping the sensation of my nails against my scalp would distract me from yet another mess I got myself into. Why did I have to go and screw everything up?

It's just a misunderstanding.

I finally replied to her, and it was true. It hadn't been a date and the flirting had just been innocent fun between friends. Now to explain this to everyone else.

What did it matter what the world thought anyway? Lizzie and I both knew what was going on. Rumors and gossip just came with the territory and it was something I had to get used to.

My phone went dim with inactivity and I sighed. I should be talking to Lizzie about this. She was the married one - she was the one who had the most to lose. Her marriage, her reputation was all at stake here.

The ringing of my phone caused me to nearly jump straight out of my skin. I took a deep breath and checked who it was before answering.

Lizzie.

Shit, shit, shit, okay, I could do this.

I cleared my throat and picked up, waiting a beat before finally speaking.

"Hello?"

"Y/N," she was crying. "We need to talk."

"Lizzie," I was panicking now. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Robbie and I had a fight."

I swallowed roughly, my stomach turning at her words. I could feel the bile of sick rising up my throat as I processed her words.

It was all my fault.

"Lizzie, I-I'm sorry." I was silent as she cried on the line. "I'm sorry."

"I told him we're just friends, but he doesn't believe me."

Of course he doesn't. He would have to be an idiot to ignore the signs of an affair, even an emotional one. But, we weren't having an affair of any kind. We were just very friendly with each other.

"I don't know what to do." I felt helpless.

"Just ... just talk to me."

"Okay." I breathed in. "I can do that. I can talk."

She let out a small, broken chuckle and I couldn't help my heart fluttering at the sound. Even at a time like this, I could still make her laugh - even if unintentionally.

"Where are you?"

"I'm home. I got home yesterday." She sniffled. "I just can't believe he won't listen to me."

"Give it time. You didn't do anything wrong." Right?

"But, it looked wrong. And now my husband doesn't trust me."

The sick that built up in my throat nearly shot out at the severity of her words. I was ruining her marriage by playing games with her. I couldn't do this. I couldn't hurt her like this.

"Lizzie ..." I could feel the tears burning the corners of my eyes, like pinpricks. "I need to go."

"What?" She sounded so small, so hurt.

"I don't think you want to ruin your marriage over someone like me."

"W-what? Y/N, no don't do this, please -!"

"Goodbye, Elizabeth. It's better this way. I promise you'll be happier."

"No, no, Y/N!"

I hung up. I couldn't bare to hear her like that, knowing it was all my fault and that I caused such trouble between her and Robbie. We were just friends. We were.

I brought up my text messages, tapping quickly on Brie's name and typing.

I'm an idiot. I was foolish to think I could be someone special to her. I was foolish to put myself in this position. I ended it. She needs her husband more than she needs me.

It sounded as if we were having an affair. God, it did look bad. I needed time to myself. I needed to get high. I had to forget everything and make all the pain and suffering go away, just for a little while.

What have you done?

I ignored the incoming call from Lizzie, letting it ring until it went to voicemail. I could do this all day if I had to.

I let her go.

My phone rang again, this time it was Brie.

"Hel-"

"What happened?" She cut me off, getting straight to the point.

"We were seen in an ice cream shop -"

"Yeah, I know that part."

I ignored her.

"- and now Robbie thinks she's having an affair."

"Isn't she?"

"No! She-she's not! She didn't do anything wrong."

"But you did?"

"Yes." My voice was small and broken.

"What did you do that she didn't?"

"I ..." What did I do? I wasn't even sure anymore. "I made her -"

"You made her what? See that you're a great, fun person to be around? That maybe you're someone she could trust?"

"It's all 'maybes', Brie!" I was tired. So tired. "Maybe I was just a fun little distraction - who knows!"

"Y/N, you're upset. I get that. But, pushing her away isn't the answer."

"Then what is?! What could be the solution to this fucked up mess?”

"Talking things out."

"I don't want to talk. I want it to go away."

"You're an idiot if you leave it like this." She warned, and I knew she was right. But, Elizabeth's happiness meant more to me than my own.

"Then I'm an idiot."

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A Bumpy Ride

Scarlett Johansson x Actress!R

Elizabeth Olsen (Wanda) x F!R (a blip of a scene)

Request by: 🦥

A/N: I wrote the EO x R kiss as if I was writing a Wanda fic, literally just wrote the imagined scene. | Also, if this is too beyond what you wanted, feel free to request a do over fic. I might’ve gotten carried away.

Warnings: Jealous/Possessive Scarlett.

Smut: Daddy (Top-R), Kitten (Power Bottom-S), Fingering (S), Face-Riding (S) Kinks: Lactation, Praising, Slight Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI

Labeled, please don’t report.

Scarlett wore a wide smile as you guided her through the set of your current Marvel film. This was a nice experience for her, watching as the legacy she had an integral part in building continued on through you, and the others.

It was rather bittersweet too though, seeing images from the iconic movies past, when she was younger and in the fittest shape of her life. Now she wears her post pregnancy tummy pouch with reassured pride, and eats a far less restrictive diet as she holds no obligations to have a widely unobtainable superhero physique.

—

Without Marvel she wouldn't have skyrocketed in her career, and she is beyond grateful to them for that, but she more importantly has them to thank for finding you, and the sweet, domestic life she now lived with you and Leo. The pretty little boy grew in her body, but he shared your likeness, as you hadn't the time to be pregnant yourself, so IVF it was until 2026 when your contract with Marvel was finally up.

When you finally turned to take in your wife after droning on about today's filming, you noticed the deep pout she wore, and you softly pecked it away. "What's troubling you, love?"

"I miss Leo," she confessed quietly, and you smiled sadly at her, the ache in your chest was the same as his smiling face tauntingly flashed through your mind, "Me too my love, I miss his kissable little face, and his sweet giggles at the inappropriate hour of 2am," you kissed her pout away, and smiled as she herself giggled.

"It'll be okay soon, my last scenes today and tomorrow you'll have that important meeting, then we'll steal him back from your moms."

Scarlett burrowed into your offered embrace with a muffled huff, "I miss his baby smell."

"Me too," you snorted as you swayed her body.

"Wait, did you say you had a steamy scene with Lizzie today?" Scarlett's mind finally caught up to your previously uttered words, and that once soft pout of hers slipped into a deep scowl.

You chuckled softly, "I'd hardly call it steamy," your wife however wasn't amused, "It's a kiss."

"A kiss that will create a hoopla of rumors."

"Scarlett," you sighed, it was always the same insecurity, and you'd never get mad at her for it, the fans edits can be quite convincing seeing as how you and Lizzie are literal best friends.

"They have been shipping us since the dawn of time, and that's cause I'm an amazing actress," you subtly reminded her of your profession, the one she shares with you, "Do you know how many men I've had to see you macking with?"

Scarlett shrugged, a silent gesture in attempt to brush passed your honest counter to hers.

"It doesn't really matter either, because I am assured every night when I come home to your loving embrace that you're all mine, and it's not a question baby, I'm irrevocably yours."

"I just wish they'd stop it, you know? We're all married now, with our families in the making."

"Yeah, but also Scar, when you agreed to marry me you knew Lizzie was apart of that deal," you teased her as you brought her into the dressing room so you could prepare for the kiss scene.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, it was the truth, she of course saw Lizzie as family, but she didn't have to like the way the world of Hollywood works.

Elizabeth was your first connection at Marvel as you started filming together, so it was no shock that the two of you hit it off. Then your alliance was set in stone from the moment Age of Ultron hit theaters. People shipped your character with Wanda's, but it was a different era, so the palpable chemistry between you and your new friend was swept under the rug, and it was exchanged for a queer coded on screen pining on your character's ends as she explored the more sellable at the time ship with Vision.

As fandoms do though, they took the shipping a step further and soon it was you shipped with Lizzie. Clips from differing press junkets were stitched together, along with solo interviews where you'd be questioned about the other. Elizabeth and you were platonic soulmates, so it was easy for fans to romanticize your replies.

At the time you were out, you never once hid from Hollywood, and neither had Lizzie, she didn't expressly label herself, but the way she spoke so candidly at times gave her away. So the shipping didn't bother either of you much. But it did bother Scarlett, she had her eyes on you from day one, and once she had you she was constantly afraid you'd leave her for the mutual friend who wasn't still hiding away.

Throughout the years it had only got more and more aggressive, and it infuriated your now wife. It occurred at its peak during a time when Scarlett hadn't wanted to have to come out yet. She was still trying her darnedest to wipe away her forced image as a sex symbol, the last thing she needed was creeps fetishizing your love.

However, after about three interviews with your posse of girls during the Infinity War junket your lover finally lost her composure. Four years of having the love she'd built up with you overshadowed by indecent rumors, well that was enough to drive her to break.

They'd handed the three of you a bin of spicy tweets, and when she was handed one to read about you topping Lizzie she lost it, she glared at the unsuspecting man, throwing the ball of paper at him just before staring directly at the camera as she muttered: "The only person Y/N is topping is me, so suck on that scwitch22."

Scarlett wasn't even embarrassed afterwards, she simply took the spot in your lap, and the interview continued on without a hitch, the tweets were significantly thinned out though. No one wanted to risk another outburst from the shockingly intimidating blonde woman.

"Yeah, as our good friend, not my sister wife," Scarlett eventually huffed after moments of silence, she was too busy watching you change. You looked up to see her arms crossed under her enlarged chest, with her plump lips pursed, and you just could not help but to tease her.

"Well, Leo will one day call her auntie, why not change it to mom?" You dodged her hand as she tried to slap your exposed shoulder, "Y/N, stop testing me, I am still rather hormonal, and unless you wish to be on Snapped, I'd stop."

"A feature on my favorite show?" You gasped with a hand flying over your grinning lips, "You're just the sweetest wife ever my dear."

Before she could actually bring life (or death) to her words you snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a pre hair and makeup kiss. "Stop stressing over the press, you have nothing to worry about, I'm yours!"

The kiss was sickeningly soft, and far too quick for either of your likings, "I love you," you whispered against her lips. "I love you too," she tried to mindlessly chase your lips, but as you pulled away with an apologetic smile she pettily grumbled, "I'm also still mad at you."

"Story of my life," you remarked with a laugh and an indifferent shrug of your shoulders.

Scarlett rolled her eyes at your retreating figure, then after three short minutes stood alone she reluctantly (desperately) followed after you to the trailer for hair and makeup.

Watching you getting into character brought a smile to your lover's face, she adored how you took this role so seriously. Resentments to the rumors aside, she admires the way you and Liz had crafted such a beautiful, long winded story for the fans to devour. Today's scene is actually monumental for the MCU, it's the first intimate confirmation for Wanda and Eliza, so she let her anger go in favor of supporting you.

"You're gonna do great," she whispered into your ear from behind your designated chair, she'd seen your tightly furrowed brows, all she wanted to do was make you feel at peace. You slowly peered up from your script to lock eyes with her through the mirror, and she smiled reassuringly along with her words. "Thanks."

Scarlett nodded, "How can I help my love?"

For the next ten minutes you ran lines with her, there was no reason to worry about her leaking the contents, she wasn't Tom Holland. The woman was a MCU veteran, and knew how to deflect even the slipperiest of questions.

A smirk graced her face as the loosely described kissing scene was up next, she was always looking forward to practicing such lines with you, whether for her film or yours, it didn't matter much; the prospect of letting your costar taste her on you was too exciting.

"Hey ladies."

Speak of the devil...

"You ready Y/N/N?" Lizzie side hugged your scowling wife as she spoke to you with a knowing smirk, "You're a cockblock Olsen."

"Can't have you macking on my woman," she jested, dangerously if Scarlett's glare was to be translated, "She's my woman, remember that."

"She was mine first," Lizzie continued to goad your wife, she would've kept going too, and left you with a monster to drive home with if not for the saving grace of your favorite stagehand.

"Mrs. Y/L/N—Johansson, Mrs. Olsen, the set is ready, and the director sent me to collect you."

Lizzie left with him instantly, knowing when to retreat from a standoff with your wife, and you were two seconds away from doing the same, but your stewing wife stopped your attempts. Her hand swiftly cupped the back of your neck, she pulled you into a bruising kiss, tentatively sliding her tongue in your mouth, unfairly arousing you as she groped your clothed ass. She kissed you until you were near breathless, and mindlessly chewing on her fruity gum.

"Scar," you went to whine, but she traced her thumb around your lips to quell your worries. The lipstick was promptly cleaned off your skin, and a fresh layer was reapplied, it was as if she had never even touched her lips to yours. But the dizzy look in your eye tells her the memory was strong enough without the mess.

For the sake of your career she slid her hand into yours, and guided you to your outdoor set, "Go get em tiger," she winked, and you simply chuckled as she referenced your character's feline tendencies, her silly antics always helped to settle your heart, she was the ideal partner.

Scarlett waved to the familiar director before she settled into your chair, then her eyes zeroed in on the leather jacket they slid over to you, and then she saw the motorcycle. Natasha was always on a motorcycle, it was like her signature ride so she was familiar with the set up for the scene. Scarlett had never been on one though, which now that she thinks of it is rather odd since riding was a leisurely passion of yours up until Leo was born. The Harley taking up space in the garage a daily reminder.

That familiar twinge of jealousy returned to her with a renewed passion as soon as she heard the director call 'action' because then she saw a scene play out that she wanted as her reality.

—~~~~~—ACTION—~~~~~—

Wanda was in the process of slipping on her signature red leather jacket, the one she got (stole) from her mentor all those years ago. As soon as the tight fabric melded to her body you were behind her, slipping your hands just below the chilled fabric to grip her by the waist. Wanda hadn't even a moment to think before a squeal of surprise left her parted lips. With an undeniable strength, and incredible ease you lifted the redhead by your grip on her body, settling her onto the bike, then you seamlessly walked around, hand still on hip, so that you could face her, "You're a bit of a show off..."

"I learned from the best," you sadly stated, a subtle nod to the fallen Avenger who'd trained the both of you into the heroes you were today.

Wanda nodded solemnly, a beat of silence held before you went on, "You ready to go honey?"

You went to step away as she nodded, but the redheads hand shot out to wrap around your wrist to halt you. "Would you judge me if I said I was nervous?" You chuckled softly, but your eyes softened when you realized she meant it.

"Baby," the world rolled off your tongue with a familiar ease, and it successfully made the woman blush, "You've literally flown hundreds of miles above ground without a parachute."

"Eliza," she groaned, her grip tightening at your incessant teasing, "I have control over that."

"Yeah, and this is a walk in the park for me baby girl, I am an expert at this sorta thing."

Wanda bowed her head, a new nervousness settling within her bones as you continued to drop the pet names. "What's wrong Wands?"

The redhead picked her gaze back up, shaking her head from side to side, "Nothings wrong."

"You can't hide from me," you pulled a hand free from her loosened grip, and softly caressed her cheek, her breath promptly hitched, "Eli."

"Mhm?" You smiled innocently, but your eyes shone with an understanding that made her stomach erupt with a soft fluttering. Suddenly your faces were closer, breaths mingling as you both waited on the other to close the small gap.

Wanda felt your hand drift to behind her neck, anticipation built within her as you caressed her heated skin softly. Once your eyes fell to her parted lips she knew it was coming, but in a moment of desperation she surged forward to rush the process along. Her lips pressed to yours firmly, there wasn't much room to move at first as she sought to keep you against her, but when she felt your fingers playing with her baby hairs, while your other hand laid against her hip she knew you weren't going anywhere.

You soon guided the kiss, tilting her head with your firmer grip in her hair you slipped your tongue passed her lips. Even with the kiss deepened, you maintained a softness, exploring her mouth with a tenderness that equated to an 'I've loved you for eons, and I will continue to,' she melted into you in total reciprocity.

"We really have to go baby," you whispered once you pulled away, she panted affectedly while your breathing remained steady enough.

"Why?" The witch whined pitifully, "I don't want this moment to end Eliza, it's perfect."

You smiled in agreement, "Yeah, it was."

Wanda pouted as you spoke of the moment in the past tense, meaning it was over, and so you leaned back in to peck it away, "It'll be even better when we get to a safe house sweetheart."

Wanda sighed, "I'm holding you to that then."

"How about I hold you to me instead?" You teased the witch as your leg flew over the bike behind her seamlessly. Wanda rolled her eyes, but she wore a wide smile that you couldn't see.

Wanda melted into your form as you pulled her body back into yours, your arms slid beneath hers so that you could reach for the handles. Her body shuddered once you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck just before you slid a helmet onto her. "Safety first, Avenger or not."

Wanda giggled, then her hand spun in the air, and a helmet appeared over your head next, "The rules apply to you too, nine lives or not."

You snorted, then instead of prolonging the teasing banter you kicked the stand of the bike up, revved the engine, then shot off abruptly.

—~~~~—SCENE—~~~~~—

Scarlett watched the heady kiss without even flinching, it was a bit of a surprise to her, but she found herself envying Elizabeth's chance to ride on the bike with you more so than the making out. The directors had trusted you enough to actually race around the lot, and when you and Lizzie returned in a fit of giggles she felt the jealousy only intensifying. It was not fair to you, but she only gave you a curt nod when you asked if she was okay, she once again cleaned the lipstick off your face, then left to try and simmer her rage inside your trailer.

"What's the matter now?" Lizzie joked from your side, and you only shrugged, but you'd never struggled to read your wife, the way she had glared at the motorbike as if it had killed her entire family was all you needed to know.

This silly scene here opened you up to a future night full of making it up to your wife. You sighed softly before turning to your scene partner, you watched a grin take over her face as a realization of sorts had dawned upon her.

"You're welcome," she winked before turning around to return to the set, you two had one more follow up scene to shoot, and then you'd have to face your attractively jealous partner.

—

The ride home was radio silent; literally, she slapped your hand away when you tried to fill the tense silence with your favorite playlist.

Scarlett pulled into the garage, a heavy sigh left her lips as she unbuckled, but she didn't speak.

Her door slammed shut, she attempted to race into the house, but you were too quick for her. Scarlett's breath hitched when your hands held her firmly in place, "Now, now kitten, why must you make this difficult by running?"

Scarlett tried to keep her angry front up, but when you manhandled her into the air she lost any semblance of control, you spun her around in your hold so that your lips brushed teasingly as you plopped her onto the Harley backwards.

"Is this what you needed baby?"

Scarlett mindlessly leaned back against the handles, her legs spreading as she did, and you couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of her.

"Such a beautiful, desperate mess you are for daddy, look at you, you're soaked on through."

Scarlett's skin flushed, she didn't need to hear you say it to know it, the lacy, red material was uncomfortably stuck to her skin, and truth be told it had been like that for hours now. Ever since she'd kissed you breathless, and when she watched you handle that scene with a sexy flair she couldn't stop imagining you handling her in a more sinful way. You drove her wild.

"Tell me what you want," you stepped closer to her, ghosting your lips over hers, "I'm not a mind reader baby, but I do aim to please here, so just tell daddy what it is you need from her."

"Can you give me a ride on the bike?" Scarlett was confused herself as the words left her, it was what she genuinely wanted, but you both know she wanted something else much more.

"Oh, I can," you smirked as your lips met hers, "You can ride me however you want Scarlett."

"Fuck," she sucked in a breath as your fingers slid the sticky fabric of her panties to the side.

"Be good for daddy," you coo'd as your fingers trailed teasingly through her folds, she bucked her hips on instinct, causing the bike to shake, so you held her hip down firmly with your free hand, "Relax my love, you know I've got you."

Scarlett's always been super reactive with you, but as she hadn't been touched like this in over six months she was beyond her normal arousal. Her cunt was dripping all over the leather seat, and if it wasn't so hot you might've even cared about it, but honestly the bike needed a polish.

A mewl left your wife's lips as soon as one of your fingers entered her, you kept a slow pace, too afraid to overwhelm her, and even then you still did, she cried out in shock, "I'm leaking."

You looked down, noticing the pebbles of white that left your wife's breasts, she'd only recently stopped breastfeeding your son as her leave was quickly coming to an end. You were truly enamored by the opportunity here, the urge to taste her milk had always been there, but the chance had yet to present itself until now.

"Oh love, that must hurt," you rasped, and the aroused blonde whimpered her agreements as she looked into your blackened orbs, the need you clearly felt for her was palpable, and it only made the sloshing between her legs louder.

You kissed down her jaw, nibbling enough to make her moans sweeter, but not to mar her skin until you reached the valley of her breasts. You sucked harshly, a deeper red blossomed over her hot skin, the sensation only spurred her moans on, and the sound was addicting.

"There you go kitten," you kissed up the side of her sensitive breast en route to her nipple, "Let daddy know how good she's making you feel."

Scarlett nearly toppled your bike over when your lips wrapped around her nipple, the way you curled your fingers just as you began to suckle made her mind go blank, and legs shake. The sound of your delighted moan made her feel an overwhelming warmth, an unexpected wave of pride flooded her chest at the idea that you'd like her milk enough to moan like that.

"Thank you daddy," she clutched tightly to your biceps, curling her nails into the skin for grounding that she usually found in bed sheets. As you moved in rushed kisses over to her other breast you could feel her hips trying to meet your thrusts, shaking your bike again.

"Stay still," you mumbled around her nipple, making her urge to move higher, but even in her dizzy state she still managed to cooperate. In the bed you wouldn't mind, normally you'd encourage her desperate thrusts as you teased her, but this wasn't your usual spot; the bike wasn't exactly the safest place for her writhing.

Scarlett's quick compliance made you beam, "You're always such a good girl for me."

Scarlett smiled dopily, she was a sucker for your praises, her walls clenched tightly around you when you returned her smile. Nothing could ever really describe just how much she loved your beautiful smile, it was almost always all she needed to want to jump your bones.

"Kiss me," she begged, the desperation clear as day when her lip had trembled in anticipation. You didn't waver in your stare as you neglected to give in to her pleas, you instead continued to piston three fingers into her slick hole, curling them every few thrusts, and doing so before you couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her.

"You're close," you panted the truth against her lips as you reluctantly pulled back, if you could you'd kiss her until your lips went numb. She whined, her eyes then fluttered open at the loss of your sensational lips took effect on her. The pleading in the haze of her eyes was clear, she needed you to give her permission, to send her tumbling over that edge. "Go on kitten, come for daddy, mess up my bike like a good girl."

Her back instantaneously arched into your handlebars, the horn being set off as her body trembled, her orgasm had taken it's full effect. You watched in amazement as her arousal gushed around your digits, it was only her first release of the night and she squirted all over.

"Let's get you cleaned up," you whispered as you nibbled down her jawline, soft red marks left behind that you knew would fade come morning, she had a meeting tomorrow after all.

Scarlett was beyond dizzy, your moves turned her brain into mush, but even in a delirious state she knew what she wanted, and she'd get it. You had both always had such high libidos, but with the baby neither of you had the time or better yet the energy to keep up with them.

But in this jealous fueled daze Scarlett was not short on energy, no, only patience. As you went to guide her to the bedroom for aftercare she stopped you, even with shaky legs she managed to shove you down onto the couch, "Lay down, and let me mark my territory," you knew she wasn't asking, clearly you weren't rebutting.

"Thank you daddy," she straddled your thighs so that she could lean in to peck your lips, you saw the way she eyed your top, so as a reward for her manners you slipped it off as she rose.

"Come on kitten, let daddy make you feel good," you beckoned the short circuiting woman forward, and without letting another minute fly by she crawled up your body, her abundant wetness smeared on your skin, and the feeling left you salivating for her essence.

Neither of you felt like teasing tonight, so the blonde plopped her sopping folds onto your face, so you followed her lead, and immediately began to devour her. Raspy, choked moans echoed off the walls of your quaint living room, with how sensitive she was it didn't take long for her to grow sloppy with the way she rode. Without even looking you gripped her hips, now guiding her thrusts, and pressing down harshly to help your tongue reach her deeper.

With your arms wrapped tightly around her thighs you used all your strength to flip her onto her back, the jostling movement led your tongue to press into her sensitive spot just as your thumb showed up to stimulate her clit.

"Oh fuck," Scarlett bucked her hips in sync with your tongue as you continued to fuck her fluttering hole even after her cum shot down your throat, and her entire body subsequently slumped into the lived in couch cushions.

Scarlett's face was serene as she rode out the bliss you'd given her, she tiredly smiled when your lips trailed over her body, tenderness was all that you offered as you kissed over her skin. Lips lingering over the marks she'd despised until you made her love them the way you did.

"Daddy," she groggily whimpered your title, her hands haphazardly reached down for you, and her nails dug into your shoulder blades so that she could pull you up and into her lips.

"You're insatiable Scarlett," you chuckled as she relinquished her lips hold on you, she met your amusement with a smirk of her own, "If you had a smoke show for a wife you'd be too."

"I do," you deadpanned, and she smirked even wider as she winked, "Glad you're self aware."

"Oh, I am, the amount of people that want you is endless," you huffed, a twinge of jealousy to rival hers showing through, but she helped to melt it away with another kiss to your lips.

"We're clearly just Hollywood's hottest couple," she reasoned, "I guess I should have expected all the attention, of course people want you."

"I really do hope you understand that you're all I'll ever want Scarlett," your eyes glistened with happiness, visions of your future with her all you needed to bring you to tears, "You, and Leo are my entire world, nothing will change that."

"I miss him," she reaffirms her earlier feelings, as do you, "Same, I need my bubba butt back."

"But wait, I have a proposal," she mused, and looked to you with a sinful grin and dark eyes.

"I'm listening."

"Well, my meeting won't end until like five, and it's over an hour away to my moms," she spoke with feigned exasperation, "Why would we pick him up tomorrow near his bedtime? That's just irresponsible. We should let him sleep, and use our bonus night off for an overdue date."

"Hmm," you hummed, pretending as if you were actually thinking over her sex coded offer, "I could just pick him up in the morning," you didn't mean it, but you'd never give up the opportunity to tease, and neither would she.

"Nope," she popped the p, and smirked up, "You're coming to the office baby girl, and we'll be taking your bike so no room for the baby."

"Oh, we are now?"

"Yeah, you are my guinea pig for the day as we test out our newest products, I didn't tell you?"

"No, you most certainly didn't," you grumbled, and climbed off of her, she went to protest the loss of your warmth but she didn't get the chance as you threw her over your shoulder.

"If I'm your guinea pig tomorrow, then you're my cum dump for the night," you threw her down onto the mattress, smirking as her dilated eyes widened at your promise, and so you winked. "What? Might as well use our free time wisely."

Scarlett smirked victoriously once you turned away to collect your strap, her plans for a full weekend now coming to life before her eyes. Leo's return will likely be postponed, it's a good thing she already confirmed a Monday pick up.

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're working on a movie alongside your celebrity crush, Elizabeth Olsen. Can you overcome your nerves enough to get through it?

Squares Filled: wanda maximoff for @badbitchesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Action movies are your specialty. Action movies are what make you comfortable. You like doing your own stunts, getting makeup done to look bloody, and getting your adrenaline going because of how extreme they want you to act. It’s what you’ve always known since all the movies you’ve been in have been action films.

Not this time.

Your agent got you a role in a modern romance film since she thought you’d be perfect for it. You are but that doesn’t mean you don’t know how to act in one. All the action films had a bit of romance to it but nothing like what they‘re asking you to do now. You only accepted because the director is a really good friend of yours and you couldn't turn her down.

Not only are you nervous about being in a romance movie, but you’re even more nervous that you’re acting beside the legendary Wanda Maximoff. Elizabeth Olsen has been your celebrity crush for years and you’re not sure how you’ll be able to film a romance movie with her without freaking out.

Actually, she’s more than just a celebrity crush you have. You’ve met her a few times over the years and she is the sweetest person you’ve ever met. She is shy and reserved but she is down to Earth and genuinely cares about people. She is a good person and that’s hard to find nowadays with celebrities.

You pace back and forth in your trailer with the script in hand for the few scenes you’re going to be acting out later. The director feels like it helps to get all the awkward and uncomfortable scenes out of the way so you don’t have to feel it later on, so the script is nothing but kissing scenes here and touching scenes there.

God, why did you think you can be able to do this? If your costar was anyone else, you wouldn’t have a problem with it. It’s only because it’s her that you do. What if she doesn't like the way you kiss? What if she doesn’t want to kiss you? What if she becomes repulsed by kissing you that she doesn’t want to do the rest of the movie?

Making her feel uncomfortable is the last thing you ever want to do, and you don’t want to ruin what you two have if there is anything there to ruin.

Someone knocks on your trailer door, interrupting your thoughts.

“Who is it?” you ask.

“Lizzie. Can I come in?”

You practically throw the script somewhere in your trailer so it doesn’t look like you’ve been obsessing over it. You lean against the counter in an attempt to look nonchalant.

“Yeah, sure. “ The door opens and Lizzie walks in with a smile on her face. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you before we head down to set for the day.”

“Oh? What about?”

She looks around the room and sees the script half on the couch and half hanging over it.

“About that. I’m guessing you read most of it if not all?”

“Yeah, I did,” you nod, your resolve fading fast.

“Anything I can do to make it better? I figure we should talk about it so it doesn’t become awkward when we’re actually doing it.”

“I gotta know, are you in a relationship? I know actors who have these scenes are, but I have to know.”

“No, I’m not,” she smiles and walks closer to you. “Are you?”

“No.”

“Good. We got that out of the way.”

“Yeah.” Your breathing picks up the more she comes closer to you. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

“Well, you know the saying, ‘practice makes perfect’?”

“Yeah.”

“I think that applies here, don’t you think? You don’t want either of us messing up and having to redo the scene dozens of times to get it right, right?”

Now that you think about it, it might not be a bad idea until you think of everyone watching you mess up.

“Right,” you whisper.

“Then come here.”

She pulls you in by your belt loops and kisses you softly at first to test the waters. Only when you cup her jaw with both hands does she kiss you a bit harder. Butterflies explode in your stomach from the contact because this is everything you thought it was going to be and more. 

You two don’t need practice because this comes naturally to both of you.

“You give me butterflies,” you whisper against her lips.

“Same here,” she grins.

And that is how you started dating your wife, Elizabeth Chase Olsen.

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PR Relationship

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Word Count: 3110

Relationship: Scarlett x Singer Reader

Summary: Y/n and Scarlett are in love with each other and have a secret relationship that only a select few know about. Things change when Y/n finds out that Scarlett may have her eyes on someone else.

(I do not own the rights to the lyrics, I just think this sounds fits the story perfectly. It’s Secret Love Song by Little Mix.)

Y/N’s POV:

For the last 3 months, I have been dating the beautiful Scarlett Johansson. However, as she hasn’t come out yet, it was a complete secret with only Lizzie Olsen knowing the truth. At first it didn’t bother me at all. It was exciting. The sneaking around was fun and trying to sneak dates and kisses without being caught was exhilarating. But the last couple of weeks have started to get tiring. If ever I stay over, she’s kicking me out at like 5am so I don’t get caught by the paps, we never travel anywhere together and I’ve lost count of the amount of times she’s totally changed her demeanour around me because someone has walked by us.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that Scarlett is scared of coming out. I’ve already done that and it wasn’t easy. I would never push her to do anything she’s uncomfortable with. But it’s starting to hurt, it feels more like she’s hiding me rather than protecting herself. Thing is, I love her and I’m willing to wait for her. Which is the problem, I’m scared this might break me.

So here I am, 4:30 in the morning tiptoeing around her bedroom getting ready to sneak out. I don’t want to wake her, she’s been so busy at work she deserves a good rest. I throw on some sweatpants and a hoody whilst picking up my underwear from the floor after last night’s activities. I leave a gentle kiss on Scarlett’s forehead before slipping out of the house, unheard, into the early morning.

As I’m sat in my car I can feel the exhaustion seeping through my body. I had been spending most nights at Scar’s which meant I was only getting a few hours sleep and it was starting to catch up with me. I’ve got to be at the studio at 8am so I decide there is no point in heading home. Instead I make my way to the beach to watch the sunrise and go for a swim. There’s no better way to start my day. Well other than getting to sleep in my girlfriends arms past 5!

I get to the studio early and I start having all of these thoughts in my head which I start to collate and write down. Lyrics forming as I write. I’ve not felt this inspired for a long time

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

It’s not until I start to pull the lyrics together that I realise how much this whole situation is hurting me. By the end of the day it’s all starting to come together, the quickest that I have ever written a song. My team love it and are already planning for me to sing it on Jimmy Kimmel. I push back though. It’s not fair to Scarlett to hear about my feelings through an interview. But writing the song has helped, I’m feeling better already.

As I get into the car I check my phone. I’ve not spoken with Scarlett all day. That’s not unusual as for us though. But a smile forms on my face when I see a message from her.

Scarlett:

Hey Babe, thanks for this morning. I really needed that sleep. I know you’re in the studio all day so can’t talk. I’m working late but perhaps you could come over tomorrow? Love you xx

Me:

Hey Scar, no problem, you need your sleep! Tomorrow would be great. Love you too xx

The next evening I’m sat on the sofa in Scarlett’s living room her legs draped over mine as we watch TV. She has her laptop resting on her legs finishing up the last bit of work before she’s done for the day. I’m just sat scrolling through my phone when I seeing articles popping up about Scarlett and her new partner. We’d been so careful to not been seen together in more than a friendly capacity. In fact, by the way we act in public you wouldn’t think we were that close as friends.

But then my heart stops, the articles aren’t referring to me but Chris Evans. What the fuck?! I can feel my heart beating faster like it’s going to beat out of my chest. Then I click on one article, “Co-Stars Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans spotting kissing on a dinner date.” A photo accompanying it. That was yesterday! I sit up with a jolt feeling like I was going to be sick. My God she’s cheating on me and she’s not even trying to hide it!

“Hey what’s wrong Babe, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Scarlett says concerned looking over her laptop to me. I try to speak but I can’t form words. I can see her starting to get worried as she puts her laptop down on the table and goes to put her arm on my back. I’m quick to pull away and just throw my phone in her direction. She looks at the screen and her eyes grow wide.

“Y/N this isn’t what it looks like, I swear. Please..” Running my hands through my hair I stand up not even able to sit next to her. “I mean it looks like you’ve got your tongue down Evans’ throat. Not sure what else it could look like Scarlett!” I say coldly trying so hard not to yell. “Is this why you hid me? Not wanting anyone to know. Am I the dirty little secret to keep until you have Evans?” Pacing round the room I can feel my chest get tighter and my breathing becoming erratic.

“NO! I’m not cheating on you Y/N, I love you!” “THEN WHAT IS THIS!” So much for not shouting. I can feel my heart breaking in two. “Please just let me explain. With the new Avengers movie coming out our teams thought it would be good PR if we got some rumours going about being in a relationship. We had lunch and dinner dates here and there making sure to look like a couple for the paparazzi. I promise you Y/N there is nothing going on.”

I immediately stop my pacing, turning to her in disbelief. “So you can’t tell anyone about me, but you’re happy to go along with a fake relationship for you movie. Great, good to know where I sit in your priorities. Did you even consider telling me, it’s weird but I would have understood? Instead I find out by finding a picture of you kissing!” I can’t stop the tears anymore, but I won’t let her see me sob.

“Y/N please…” Scarlett grabs my hands trying to get me to look at her. “I-I can’t do this anymore.” I whisper pulling my hands away. “Wait, what do you mean? Y/N?” she says in a scared tone. “I’ve spent the last 3 months doing everything you ever asked. I never pushed for you to do anything you were uncomfortable with, even if it was at a detriment to me. I was waiting for you to be happy in yourself that you could share us with the world. I have always put your first. I knew this could break me and it has. I need to put myself first this time as it’s evident you won’t.” Turning my back on her I grab my things and walk towards her door.

I can hear her running up behind me and she grabs my shoulders spinning me around. “No, you can’t go. I’m so sorry Y/N, I love you, please you can’t leave me. Don’t go we can work this out.” Looking in her eyes I can see the pain. Her cheeks are stained with tears. “We don’t need to work anything out Scar, you do. I just hope you find happiness one day without having to hide yourself way.” With that I walk out, my heart tearing from my chest. A part of me just wishing that one day she might be ready for this relationship as a whole.

Scarlett’s POV:

I had really fucked this up. I hadn’t slept for days and had shut myself away, calling in sick to work to avoid seeing anyone. I had never felt pain like this. Y/N was my world. I love her with all my heart. I had always intended to tell the everyone but it just felt too hard and she was so great at giving me time. But this PR relationship with Chris was by far the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. This isn’t me, I don’t intentionally hurt people but it feels like I did with Y/N.

Whilst in my cave of self-pity and depression I hear banging on the door. Dragging myself up I find an angry Lizzie stood there with her Wanda head tilt. Shit that’s terrifying! “What the fuck Scar?!” She huffs pushing herself into my house. “Well hello to you too Lizzie” I half chuckle. “You broke her when all she has ever done is put your first. I warned you that you needed to be honest with yourself or you’ll lose her.” She’s angry but her tone softens when she sees the state I’m in. “Geeze Scar when was the last time you slept?” She said pulling me in for a hug. “I can’t sleep without her.” I whisper tears starting to form in my eyes.

We move to the sofa and she takes my hands in hers. “From what I hear, Y/N didn’t get much sleep with you. Staying up til God knows when with you then being kicked out at 5am. Did you not notice how tired she’d been?” I just shake my head in shame. “I’ve screwed up Lizzie and I don’t know how to get her back. I’ve told my team I won’t go ahead with the fake relationship anymore but I know I need to do so much more than that to show her I’m in this for the long run.” I don’t dare even speak that I’m terrified that I’ve lost her forever, in fear that speaking it will make it true.

“Scarlett, you need to decide what scares you the most. Coming out and fearing people will see you differently, or losing Y/N, the woman you are madly in love with, for good. Just don’t take too long in making that decision or it could be too late.” She pulls me into a hug and we lie together on the sofa. “I miss her Lizzie” I sniffle. “Well, she’s performing on Jimmy Kimmel. How about we watch that?” I nod and she grabs the remote switching over to her performance.

Y/N’s Performance:

Jimmy: Performing her latest single, please welcome to the stage, Y/N Y/L/N!

The lights dim with a sole spotlight shining on Y/N who is sat at a piano. She starts to play as the notes ring out through the studio.

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

As you drive me to my house

I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down

You and I both have to hide

On the outside where I can't be yours and you

Can't be mine

But I know this

We got a love that is homeless

Why can't I hold you in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

It's obvious you're meant for me

Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly

Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep

But I'll never show it on my face

But we know this, we got a love that is homeless

Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

I don't wanna live love this way

I don't wanna hide us away

I wonder if it ever will change

I'm living for that day

Someday

When you hold me in the street

And you kiss me on the dance floor

I wish that we could be like that

Why can't we be like that

'Cause I'm yours, I'm yours

Oh, why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

Why can't we be like that

Wish we could be like that

The lights faded as the camera zoomed in close enough to see that Y/N was crying before the stage went dark and the audience erupt in applause.

Scarlett’s POV:

Lizzie and I just sat there in silence. I could hear the pain in her voice and it hurt me to know that it was me that caused it. I was pulled out of my trance by Lizzie squeezing me into a tight hug whispering in my ear. “If this didn’t help you decide then I don’t know what will.” She was right, the only person who I care about is Y/N. I’m not scared anymore. I’m going to win her back.

I’m up all night with Lizzie working a way out that I can come out and show my love for Y/N. An Instagram post didn’t seem like enough and a press release was too impersonal. It needed to be something special, and that’s when Lizzie came up with a risky but perfect plan. I just hope that she could forgive me and we can start out lives together a fresh.

Timeskip

It was a week later and here I am sat in the back of Y/N’s limo. She just doesn’t know it. It’s the night of the Grammy’s and Y/N is up for an award. I’m so proud of her and it’s time to show her that she is my number one priority. Lizzie’s grand plan so far had worked. We spoke with Y/N’s team and I explained the whole situation. Her manager was surprisingly nice about and said that it explained a lot about her behaviour recently. She had agreed to arrange a secret plus one for Y/N. I would wait in her car to surprise to walk down the red carpet with her, as her girlfriend. I just hoped she wouldn’t kick me out on the curb.

My heart rate starts to pick up as I hear her talking as she walk towards the car. God I’ve missed that voice. The car door opens and she gets in letting out a slight sigh as she sits. It takes her a moment before she notices me sat there with a nervous smile on my face and she jumps “Jesus Scar, you scared the shit out of me.” We both let out an awkward chuckle. “What are you doing here?” She asks not quite able to maintain the eye contact. This is it, the moment I win my girl back.

I put my finger under her chin and lift it so she’s looking at me. My God she is breathtakingly beautiful! I then take both of her hands in mine taking a deep breath “Y/N. Since the day I met you, I knew I was going to fall madly in love with you. Every day I spent with you I fell more and more in love. No one has ever made me as happy as you do. I know it’s only been 3 months but I know you are the women I want to spend the rest of my life with. I screwed up, I know I can’t take that back. I was so paralysed with fear about coming out and people’s reaction to it, that I didn’t think about you and our relationship. I just let you carry on making the sacrifices for me. But today that changes. I love you with all my heart and I’m not prepared to lose you again. I am so fucking proud of what you have achieve this last year. You deserve everything you are going to get tonight. And…. If you’ll have me… I want to be there for you every step of the way. No more hiding. I want to walk down that red carpet on your arm as your proud girlfriend. And then I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.”

There is a long silence as her eyes flicker between my own trying to get a read of me. I hope she can see how sincere I’m being, that I mean every word that I’m saying. “Don’t hurt me again. I don’t think I can survive if you do.” She whispers. The biggest smile appears on my face as I reach up and put my hand to her cheek wiping away the stray tear. “I promise I won’t. Can I kiss you?” I ask. “You never have to ask Scar.” And with that I pull her into a passionate kiss. I have missed her lips connecting with mine. It makes me feel complete. “You look absolutely beautiful Y/N. I’m so glad I get to call you mine.” She laughs and pulls me in for another soft kiss.

As we pull up to the venue Y/N grabs my hand. “Are you sure Scar? I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret.” I look at her and smile. “The only regret I have is not telling the world how much I love you sooner. Let’s do this.” The fear is gone, I’m only excited now. As the door to the limo opens, I see the start of our new life together.  

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MARVEL ACTORS MASTERLIST

Note: all fics are for Sick / injured Fem!reader (expect series which have it but not the whole time there is no smut in any of this they are just sicfics and series.

TITLE || TYPE OF FIC* || NO.K WORDS || RELATIONSHIP or TYPE FIC** || PROGRESS

*A = angst || F = Fluff || SF = Sic Fic || W = Whump || PF = Period Fic I| VW = Vomit Warning

** Request || Sictember || Prompt

Series:

Coming soon

Oneshots:

Scarlett x Lizzie x Reader

Late night’s studying || 3.2K || A / F / SF / W || Platonic!Reader

Reader has been pushing herself a little too much and it finally comes back to bite her.

Stressed and sick on set || 2.9K || F / SF / W / VW || platonic!reader

Reader gets a migraine on set and hides it from everyone. scarlett, Lizzie and the Olsen twins help you out.

Off day or day off || 2.1K || F / SF / W || platonic!reader

Reader is struggling with chronic illness and is having a bad day. Luckily Scarlett and Lizzie are there to help.

Off day or day off part 2 || 1.0K || F / SF / W || platonic!reader

Reader wakes up after a short nap still feeling bad but Lizzie and Scarlett take care of her.

Lizzie x Reader

Coming soon

Scarlett x Reader

Coming soon

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I would like to request about marvel cast x singer ari! Reader headcanon, please

Marvel cast x singer like Ariana Grande headcannons:

•Mackie would challenge sing-offs

•Sebastian would have a new karaoke buddy, it wouldn’t be every time in consideration of his confidence, but I’m sure you would help boost it.

•Evans would love a new car karaoke buddy, and you would definitely be it.

-He’d hype you up on high notes and try to mimic it once you leave the vehicle.

•Scarlett would love to have you join in on a live stream where she occasionally sings some of her old songs.

-She even sneaks a peek at you singing one of her newer ones when in the wardrobe trailer (who knows?)

•Ruffalo would be astounded, the kind and warm soul he is.

•Renner could never be jealous of your talents, but he understands his daughter’s appreciation for them and he wonders how you’d sing with his lyrics.

•Hemworth is not one to carry a tune, but you make him wish he could.

•Downey’s easy at boosting ego, but he’s kind with his compliments as ‘my daughter wishes you’d sing her to sleep too often for my heart, I don’t blame her though’ when you were too nervous to sing on camera per directors request for a scene.

•The Benedicts love dancing to your voice, they enjoy using your hums to get into character when the wifi is iffy or their music just gets repetitive for them.

•Paul Rudd is probably your biggest fan of all the cast members, but who can blame him when you have a vocal range as vast as the streaming options for film requests in the screening room?

•Brie Larson is one h*ll of a singer herself, but she appreciates your join-in when you’re over at hers for a house day or getting ready in the makeup trailer.

•Colbie Smulders? She’s a lover when it comes to your music, I’ve never heard so many pop songs come from her car (even before you joined the cast).

•The Toms? Their music taste is one of the most intriguing parts about them, but Holland can’t help himself with your classics and Hiddleston squeals when he hears your voice-whether it’s from a recording or live.

•Lizzie Olsen is not one to back away from some things and your joyous vocals are one of them, she can’t help herself when the light and airy tone of yours wafts in her surroundings.

•The directors easily get irritated by the interruptions on set by you breaking into song when something goes wrong, but why not break out or character completely when something goes awry?

•The crew is grateful they can hear you sing w/o having to buy tickets though they wonder if Corden will ever be able to get you on Carpool Karaoke if he can.

Honorable Mentions:

•Daniel Brühl is one heck of an Ari fan if I’ve ever heard one, but he beams when he thinks if you’re about to sing.

•Florence Pugh is always ready to listen to your music, but her expectations are always lifted when your voice starts.

•Emily Vancamp has broken character too many times if she hears you from afar, but it just makes her smile and she can’t help it.

•Hayley Atwell is not one to sing often, but her light voice carries and for it to mix with yours just makes her beam and get into it farther.

•Chadwick was only in a movie or so with you, but he was no stranger to your vocals even before he met you.

-He and Letitia had their fair-share of lip-synch battles to your songs, but neither of them have ever been willing to admit it.

•Xochitl has filmed one too many videos of her dancing to your music, but her moves and your lyrics are a Marvel-made match that won’t be beat (even by Florence and Toby sometimes, sorry Florrie).

•Hailee Steinfeld is just waiting for the day she can meet you on set and ask for a collab because your voices together won’t be beat (I see you collab of Stitches from years ago).

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The Pressure of Someone Else and Rings

Part 43 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 4K

masterlist

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Hello ❤️. This chapter is just short and to move some plot along! I missed Y/n, Liz, and you all so much!

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Saturday Morning, May 7th, 2022

Billboard Today "Fans of newcomer hex showed up in force just after midnight last night to see the drop for the tracklist to the artist's debut album. The livestream, which many thought was going to be small, was watched by over 200,000 people. Oh, and what about the songs, you ask? It looks like the album is going to be a solid eleven songs. But just before signing off, hex let it slip that there may be more in the future. Deluxe album, maybe?"

PopCrave "Artist hex debuted their tracklist for their debut album hex last night to awaiting fans. Check out the photo below from the livestream!" photo

MusicStarsNow "In a series of tweets starting with a profile picture change. Artist hex shows fans who missed last night's livestream the painting of the album cover commissioned by a friend of the artist Cyrus Wilcott. Followed by eleven tweets. Each one being a track title with short information about the song. However, the final tweet only contained the song title. Other than that, no release date has been given, but we hope for a summer release!"

Twitter

Saturday July 9th, 2022

Y/N POV

It's the day of the twin's birthday party, and Liz and I have finally made it to Ashley's after a grueling morning. On top of that, this moment has been a long time coming. It's been a few months since we've seen the two dirty blondes. They couldn't attend my birthday party last month since it was just a small get-together with the band, local friends, Max, Ivy, myself and Liz. And they were busy traveling for their brand all while having their actual birthday a few days prior.

Yeah, sure, we've had FaceTime calls and our group chat, but it just hasn't been the same. So anyway. Here we are.

At the twins (a month late) birthday get-together.

We made it.

"Y/n." Liz draws my attention towards her as she lifts her hand to pick up a hair from my face as we stand outside the door of Ashley's giant home in the city. "There we go. That's been bothering me since we left our new place." I can't help but laugh. "Why did you wait till now?"

Liz shrugs but hides a smile.

I roll my eyes. "You're lucky you're cute," I say, making Liz grip my arm tighter and pull her towards me as I stumble. "Oh, is that all I am?"

"Right now, you're being sexy, and it's unfair," I reply, but before Liz can rebut, the door opens, revealing Mary-Kate on the other side. In an instant, Liz removes her arm from me and hugs her shorter sister. "Oh, Lizzie!" Mary-Kate shouts as she accepts the loving hug.

I can't help but smile as I watch the two.

"Oh my goodness, I love this dress." MK unwraps herself from my girlfriend as she moves her hands down the dress. "Dôen?" Mary-Kate guesses correctly, making myself and Liz shocked. "How do you know that?!" Liz stamps her foot like a child, making me laugh. "I was hoping this would stump you."

Mary-Kate raises her eyebrows and hums. "It's my job, Lizzie." MK moves her attention to me. "Y/n!" She cheers and makes a big show of it just to get under Liz's skin. And it works. "She's wearing my clothes, so you probably already know it all."

Mary-Kate looks over my fit, and she notices every article of clothing. But before commenting on it, she turns to her sister. "You know you already have her, so you don't need to loudly claim your territory." Liz shrugs and crosses her arms as Mary-Kats turns back to me. Her hands still hot on my arms.

"I must say you have good taste." MK looks up to my eyes and winks, forcing Liz to step between us. "Okay!" I shake my head at Mary-Kate's teasing as she tries to stop Liz from pulling me away. "Lizzie, stop. I was joking. Come on." Liz looks back and sighs. "Okay, you're right."

"I know I am." MK smirks. "Aren't you going for therapy for your jealousy issues?"

She was.

Liz glared at her sister, who had taken the hint. "Right. Okay. Let's see... Sparrow Top from Dôen. Again." Mary Kate hummed. "Jesse Kamm pants. Oh wow!" MK squats in her jeans and white wavy blouse to look closer at my (Liz's) brown leather shoes. "Manolo Blahnik. They look great!" Mary-Kate says as she looks up to Liz. "I know," Liz says before breaking out into a smile.

MK huffs as she rises. "Regardless, you both look great!"

Liz and I compliment Mary-Kate and refuse to guess where her clothes are from before leaving the entryway.

That'd be impossible.

We find Ashley amid a phone call to her boyfriend, Louis. A sweet guy I've only met a handful of times. One of those being Thanksgiving! Apparently, he couldn't make it to the birthday dinner tonight. He left early this morning on a business trip.

At least, this is all according to what Mary-Kate was mouthing to Liz and me while Ash wrapped up her call.

"Love you too! Bye!" Ashley flipped her phone down with her left hand and ran like an excited kid to her younger sister. "You're here!" She said as she squeezed Liz. "Oh, Lizzie! It's been too long! I'm growing sentimental in my old age."

"Hey!" Mary-Kate loudly whined to Ashley's words. "We're not old!" Ashely ignored her as she moved her eyes to me. "Y/n!" Just as quick I'm being wrapped up in a hug. I missed this. "Hi, Ash!" I say with a chuckle.

"Okay, that you don't have a problem with, but I look at Y/n a little too long, and I get the glare?" Mary-Kate whines to Liz who rolls her eyes. "Mary-Kate, let's not dwell on things," Ashley says as she laughs at Liz, who is already grabbing wine and glasses for the three of us. And a water for MK.

Thoughtful even when she's annoyed by her sister.

Ashley walks around the spacious kitchen to help pour the wine into the glasses, and Mary-Kate focuses on grabbing some snacks for tonight's events. Speaking of...

"So when is everyone else getting here?" Liz asks as if she could read my mind. I mean, the four of us aren't necessarily a party. It could be, but it isn't.

"Well, Ruby is on her way. She had to take care of some personal things first." I smile at hearing those words. Mary-Kate is still seeing her former assistant and now full-time girlfriend, Ruby.

As far as I know, she still works for the Row but has had to be relocated to a different department. I remember Mary-Kate complaining about the unfairness of it because she was the boss. Ashley just laughed.

"Courtney might swing by!" Ash says as she picks up her phone. "Might?" Liz curiously asks. Mary-Kate takes this one. "She and Vanessa just flew into the city last night. Then I think tomorrow morning they're going to Wyoming. No, that's not right..." Mary-Kate slowly stops as her thoughts consume her. Liz stands by, confused. I mean, I am, too, because last we heard, Court was about to land an audition for an undisclosed streaming show.

"What about the show?" Liz asks as she looks from one sister to the other. Mary-Kate sees the look. "Oh, she didn't get it..." MK says with a frown before tilting her head at Liz and myself. "She didn't tell you?" Liz and I look at one another and shake our heads.

Ashley looks to me. "Aren't you and her like besties?"

I wouldn't say besties, but I have a close friendship with Courtney. She reminds me a lot of Max most of the time, which may be why Court feels like a friend I've had for a while. Not just Liz's sister.

But why didn't she say anything?

"No." Liz and I both say, earning a look from the twins. "Are we missing something?" I ask. "Well, it happened weeks ago." I slowly nod. "And the exact words are lost on me now, but..." Ashely trails off. "It's like the first couple of times you tried out for parts, Lizzie," Mary-Kate concludes. My attention turns from one sister to the other as Liz closes her eyes and sighs.

"They're comparing her to me," Liz says quietly with a heartbroken expression. My mouth drops, seeing the beaten look on her face. I quickly move to be by her side. Ashley looked just as hurt. "Well, I see why she didn't tell us," Liz says to the room, but I still nod to her words.

"You know it's not your fault." Mary-Kate immediately speaks up to let Liz know that she indeed had nothing to do with this. "But it's still unfair," Liz says back, making the twins nod.

I slowly rub my arm up and down Liz's back. Liz sighs. I can see she's already thinking about how to talk to Courtney about this.

"Is there anything I can do?" Liz offers. Ashley looks to her twin for an answer. 

"Maybe stop being so good?" Mary-Kate cautiously says, hoping to break the mood. I chuckle, and Liz follows on her own. It's small, but it happens. "You're clearly going to win an Oscar one day."

"That's what I keep saying!" I pipe up, earning a smile from MK and an eye roll from Liz. "Guys, be serious."

"Even if it is true?" Ash asks as her eyebrow raises. Liz sighs again before finding herself a spot to sit. Mary-Kate watches as Ash follows their sister. Sitting next to her at the kitchen island. "Lizzie." Ash grabs her sister's hand with her right one and squeezes it. "It's not your fault, and as much as it sucks, Courtney is going to have to power through like you did."

"But I don't want her to do that."

"That's because she's your sister, and you love her." Ash smiles at Liz, who nods and smiles back. "Maybe you can talk to her about it later." Liz nods again and lowly laughs as she speaks. "You sounded a lot like mom just now."

Ash goes wide-eyed and pulls her arms very comedically away from Liz. "I am not ready to be a mother!"

Cut to: The Halloween party later this year when Ash tells us she pregnant while I'm dressed up like a vampire with fake teeth and a horrible Transylvanian accent and everything. All the while, Liz was dressed as "Red Head Black Latex Hero," according to the Halloween store Liz went to three weeks before this.

"Well, I'm not having kids," Mary-Kate says before I see her pull out her phone and look at it. Her face looks up from her phone to Liz and back down before she hits the button on the side and puts it down.

Ignoring whoever was calling.

Liz laughs as her sister as she lets her back rest against the seat. I look at MK with a "who was that" look once she faces me. "Dad." MK mouths and turns her head as a way to end the conversation.

A flat smile forms on my face.

Liz still has yet to talk to her father since Thanksgiving. I've already moved on from that day, but my girlfriend hasn't. I don't blame her, and I can try to convince her to talk to her father all day long, but at the end of the day, it's Liz's decision.

One myself, her sisters, and the rest of the family have all come to terms with.

I tune back into the conversation as the Olsens pick up their wine glasses and water. "Come on." Liz laughs as she stands in front of me. "We're moving to the living room." She laughs as she grabs my hand and pulls me. "What were you thinking about?" Liz asks. You take a beat to answer. "Your father called Mary-Kate." Liz stops in her tracks. "How do you know?"

"I watched her ignore it." I look at her green eyes as they wobble slightly. "And she told me."

"You know I agree with whatever you decide now or in the future, but have you thought about talking to him recently?"

Liz and I are stopped in the glorious living room entryway. Ashley and MK noticed a while ago and have done their best "we're not eavesdropping" expression.

But they aren't precisely acting it out very well.

"I have," Liz admits before sighing and seeing her sisters out of the corner of her eye. "We can talk about it later." She whispers, and I nod and agree. Whatever she's comfortable with.

"Okay, stop being weird, you two, and don't bring it up," Liz says nervously as she sets her wine glass down and sits on a loveseat before patting the cushion for me to join her.

A thing I happily do!

The twins agree, but when Liz doesn't notice, they have a silent conversation with themselves.

Twins do be weird like that.

Anyways!

"Oh right, so who else is coming!?" Liz asks once the conversation has shifted from not talking about David Olsen to talking about Liz's garden, my album, Geneva, a little bit of baseball, my continuous lack of my own vehicle, and finally coming back around to Liz's acting skills and the lack of future projects.

Little Miss Not A Lot Going On Right Now.

I've seen the scripts on her desk and email.

"So Courtney and Ness maybe, Ruby, Chelsea, Juliet, Lana, and some other friends.

"She means models," Mary-Kate speaks openly as Ashley gives her an annoyed glare. "And you're sure you just want something small?" Liz is perfectly normal doing a small birthday but she knows that MK and Ash usually like to do something a little more extravagant.

Ash nodded. "I'm more than fine with it. I have things planned, too." She says before she picks up her glass and takes a sip as she again looks at Mary-Kate.

I hum to myself quietly, as this isn't the first time I've noticed them eyeing one another.

But a second later, I almost choked on my white wine.

Did I forget?

Did Liz tell me?

She's not freaking out about it...

One by one, these thoughts fly by as I pull my eyes up from the giant rock on Ashley's left hand.

She's engaged??

How did I miss that earlier??

The doorbell to the townhouse rings, making the twins rise and squeal as Ash looks at the security camera on her phone. "It's Ruby!" Mary-Kate is racing to the front door in a flash.

Liz smiles and adores seeing her older sister love and be loved.

Meanwhile, I'm struggling to consider whether I was told about Ash and the acknowledgment of marriage.

Liz rises from the loveseat to get ready to greet Ruby once they come back before I grab her hand. "Liz?" I say, making the sweet dark blonde eye me. "What's up?"

I open and close my mouth. "Di-did- okay, I know I've been working a lot on the album, and so many days I'm like exhausted, but did... did you tell me that Ash got engaged and I just forgot?" Liz's concerned look turns into one confusion. "What?" She asks before I end up following her into the foyer.

Liz interrupts everyone's greeting as she grabs Ashley's left hand and lifts it to her face. "Oh my gosh!!" Liz drops the hand and jumps up and down before hugging her sister. "Took you long enough!" Mary-Kate loudly says as Ruby slaps her girlfriend's arm lightly. "Babe!"

"When did this happen, and why didn't you tell me?!"

I give a quick hello to Ruby as Ash folds due to the integration process she's become a part of.

"It happened last night." Liz covers her mouth in shock at Ashely's words. "We went out to dinner, walked the park, came home, did our nightly routine, and then as we were laying in bed, he got up and was gone for about three minutes before he came back into the room with the box. He was going to propose over dinner but had gotten so nervous before we left that he switched his jacket with the ring inside of it and didn't realize until we had already left."

Ash looked at her hand with a smile. "Apparently, he had planned to propose so many times the weeks prior."

Liz didn't say anything else but wrapped her older sister up into a hug. She was elated for her. "Oh my gosh!"

"Looks like you're next," MK says as she bumps my shoulder.

Oh, don't worry, Mary-Kate, I'm like three steps ahead of you.

"Honey, stop!" Ruby softly hits MK again before dragging the one twin to the kitchen for tea. "Congrats, Ashley!" I say once I'm allowed to hug the older Olsen. "You know this means you'll be singing at our wedding."

I smile and laugh. "Of course. I assume it pays well?" Now, it's my turn for my partner to slap me and tell me to stop. "We'll plan around your tour." Ashley smiles brightly. "Speaking of, have you heard when it will start?"

I shake my head. "December is the rumor if the album sells well immediately. The label is kind of taking a risk on me, so they want to push me as quickly as they can. Hoping everything will work out, and who knows, maybe it'll be pushed to spring." I shrug.

A few weeks from now, after the album's first week sales came back, a tour was announced to start in January.

"December can work," Ash says with a sly smile. "No!" Liz says with shock and excitement. "That's what we're doing tonight!?"

It finally clicked for Liz and I.

The "party" tonight is to help plan Ashley's wedding.

Before she goes to a professional, of course.

"Oh, and don't worry!" MK says as she and Ruby return. "Ashley and I know someplace where we can get a custom wedding dress."

Ash groans at the joke.

But I don't think I could survive if the wedding dress is anything like the one Liz wore the night she won the Emmy for WandaVision.

It's not sometimes my lock screen for no reason. (Other than the fact I'm not allowed to have Natasha Romanoff anymore.)

As time moves by, more guests slowly start to arrive and cry out in excitement once Ash flashes the ring. The later into the evening it got until Courtney and her girlfriend Ness showed up.

Courtney almost practically pushed Ashley over from the happiness coursing through her.

Liz kept her eyes on Court as she slowly walked through the crowds of people looking at hundreds of wedding mockups. "Hey, Courtney!" Liz said as she found her sister, who glanced at us. "Oh, Lizzie!" Courtney looked ecstatic to see Liz. So either she indeed was or was actually a better actress than Hollywood knew.

"Y/n!" She said as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. "It's been a minute!"

"It has!" I reply. "I've just been busy," I add on, making Courtney nod. "Me too."

"Yeah, how are auditions going!?" My girlfriend asks with no sense of slickness. Ness arrived at my side and gave a little wave as we watched the sisters interact. "They told you, didn't they?" Court says back with a sigh.

Liz's face forms a frown. "I'm sorry..." Court shakes her head. "It's not your fault."

Liz hesitates before speaking.

"But is there anything I can do?" Courtney shakes her head again. "No. I've made peace with it after crying and screaming about it." Court gives a nervous chuckle. "Plus, I still want it to be done my own way, so you doing nothing is actually beneficial."

I peek over at Liz, and I can tell she hates the idea of doing nothing. She wants to help. Call up who she can, but even she knows that the more Courtney does without her interference, the more successful she'll be.

"Okay," Liz says, defeated, before Courtney moves in to make her big sister feel better. "I'm still going to auditions, but I think maybe directing and producing might be my avenue."

A lightbulb goes off above me.

"Excuse me," I say to Ness as I move past her to the kitchen and to the backyard. A firepit, ivy, and an outdoor set that probably cost more than the car I'm looking to buy sits in the back.

"Hello?" My man of manager Bo says into the phone. "Hey, I think I might've found someone to direct the music video for Always, Joni."

"Great!" Bo replies, "Send their information over!"

"Okay, will do!" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "By the way, it's Liz's half-sister. Okay, bye!" I close the phone before Bo can make a huff about anything.

That man worries too much.

I mean, I did already have a stalker before my career even started, so I guess that's something.

"Hey!" Liz says, making me turn around on my heels. "I was wondering where you went off to." Liz looks behind her before returning to me and pulling my face closer until we kiss. I place my phone in my pocket and pull her body into mine as one kiss turns into two, three, and more. "I love you," Liz says once she pulls back. Her green eyes shooting mine.

"I love you too," I say as I move her bangs around before Liz shakes her head with a laugh. "Oh my gosh, stop!"

I stop and place my arms around her once more as we slowly move from side to side in Ashely's backyard. The orange sky becomes darker as the summer sun moves further away. "I can't believe she's engaged." I hum back. "And she wants the wedding to be in December."

My mind places a question in my head as I kiss the top of Liz's noggin.

"What?" Liz says as she looks to me. "What?" I reply, but Liz smiles. "You want to ask me something."

She can see right through me.

"I was just wondering... when maybe you would want to get married..." I close my mouth and look at my incredible girlfriend.

"Y/n..?" Liz asks as she tilts her head. Her smile never faltering. "I'm just wondering, not asking," I say, only to earn a nod. "Okay. We do this a lot." Liz giggles. "The I'm asking you about marriage but I'm not proposing thing."

"Well, nothing about us is ever easy or normal, so why should this."

"Some things are normal," Lizzie replies, and I only roll my eyes until I ask again. "So, thoughts?"

Liz is quiet for a minute, and I let her process her thoughts.

"Honestly, I don't have any. Getting married in the summer or winter. The wedding could be big or small. In the backyard or on a beach. As long as it's to you, I'm happy."

I wasn't expecting those words to hit me as much as they did, but I quickly find water filling my eyes. "Oh, baby!" Liz moves her hands from my back and shoulder to my face to wipe a fallen tear. "Fuck I think I'm starting my period soon."

Liz shakes her head. "I love you."

"I love you too, Elizabeth Olsen."

"Gross! Come on, guys, we're arguing over the wedding cake!" Mary-Kate's booming and disgusted voice makes us jump and cower before she's gone as she yells, "Found them, they were kissing!"

Liz's head falls into my chest. "You're not performing at her wedding." I can't help but laugh as Liz and I walk back into the house hand in hand.

The question won't be soon, but the custom ring I am waiting to pick up looks promising every day.

[wndaswife]

ALSO… this is just something i value that i would like to put out there

pls do try your hardest to always credit gif makers, and if you’re finding lizzie content from sources w watermarks on them, please don’t remove them; you have to understand that there r actual people whose time and efforts r on the other side of the content you are sharing, and just as your interests and passions are communicated through sharing them, theirs are communicated through providing you and other people with that content

this community is really rather large and the frustration is palpable when people are frustrated that their watermarks r being removed and shared when they spent money on getting the pictures, putting up their websites, etc (this example is specifically ab elizabeth olsen source)

it takes time and sometimes money to be able to curate content like that, and aside from respect for creators, there is also a value in being able to share content as a community and not taking advantage of others in it by putting effort into crediting gif makers or other creators

[oizysian]

If you are still taking requests, I'd like to request this.

Elizabeth Olsen X Fem Reader

Fluff or smut?: A mix of both

Plot: Female reader is a biker, (Not a gang member) crashes the bike one day while out on a ride. Elizabeth hears about this and meets the reader at the hospital. AU because It’d be cool to see a twist like this. Reader comes through fine with a few injuries and Elizabeth insists on reader staying with her while they recover, eventually finding out that Reader is autistic and struggles with sensory issues (Light, sound, touch and so on) Elizabeth realizes she is in love with reader and decides to make her apartment more autistic friendly so as to make reader comfortable.

AU or Canon: AU

Take It Easy | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: Talk of injury, smut. 18+

Genre: Whump/comfort, fluff, smut.

AN: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!

“Y/N!” She rushed over to my bedside and took my hand gingerly, bringing it up to her face and pressing it to her cheek. “What happened?”

“Some … asshole hit me.” The look of worry in her eyes made me wonder how badly I really looked. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not ‘fine’ - you got hit by a car!”

I flinched at her voice and she took notice, her gaze softening and her body attempting to relax.

“I’m sorry, it’s just …” I heard her sniffle and I looked up into her eyes, surprised to see them glossy with unshed tears. “This could’ve ended so much worse.”

“I know,” I squeezed her hand and she smiled slightly. “But, really, I’m okay. Just shaken up.”

“I’d like to give that asshole a piece of my mind.” Her attention began to shift and I squeezed her hand again.

“Hey, stay with me, Liz. The last thing we need is you going to jail for assault.”

She returned her attention to me and sighed, nodding in agreement. She grabbed the chair next to the bed and pulled it up beside me, sitting as close as she possibly could all the while still holding my hand.

“Nothing is even broken. I’m just bruised up.”

“And you’ve got one hell of a cut on your head.”

“Do I?” I reached up with my free hand and she took hold of it, shaking her head.

“Don’t touch it. It’s covered. The doctor told me about it when I came in.”

“Oh.” I sighed, looking down at our entwined hands. “Is my head okay?”

“Your thick noggin is fine.” She chuckled softly. “You’re gonna have a nasty headache if you don’t already.”

“I don’t feel much of anything if I’m being honest.”

“It’s adrenaline. But, once it wears off …”

“Yeah, I know; a one way ticket to painsville.”

She nodded slightly, her fingers rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

“The doctor said you should stay with someone while you’re healing.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but she gave me a look of taking no bullshit and my jaw snapped shut.

“I want you to stay with me for a while.”

“I can take care of myself.” I mumbled.

“I know that, but I want to take care of you. Just until the doctor says you’re better.”

“But, there’s nothing wrong with me.” I tried to sit up and was hit with dizzying nausea, which Lizzie took notice of right away. “Okay, maybe there is.”

“Lay back down.” She pushed me down gently and I laid down without complaint, sighing in defeat. “It’ll only be for a few days. A week tops.”

I looked up at her, knowing I wasn’t going to win this no matter how hard I fought. How bad could it be staying with my best friend for a week? My best friend that I was in love with.

“Okay.” I finally gave in.

She smiled, a lone tear sliding down her cheek from the corner of her eye.

“Don’t cry.” I whispered, feeling very helpless at the moment.

“I’m not crying.” She said, sniffling softly.

“Yeah, and I’m not in a hospital bed.” I tried to joke and she let out a tearful laugh, a few more strays slipping past her eyelashes. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” she brushed her tears away and tried to smile. “You’re just being you, it’s okay. I’m glad you’re still feeling like yourself.”

“For now.”

“For now.” She agreed. “Let’s see what tomorrow brings.”

•

“Kill me.” I groaned as I lay in Lizzie’s bed, my whole body in the worst pain I’ve ever experienced.

“Yeah, I saw that coming.” She said as she entered the room with a glass of water and a bottle of pills.

She shook the bottle and I covered my ears, the noise too loud for my aching brain.

“Sorry. Here, take two.”

“Tylenol? Nothing stronger?”

“You don’t need anything stronger. You’re just being dramatic.”

“I was hit by a car.” I reminded her.

“Honey,” she placed the glass down and sat next to me on the bed. “I know you were hit by a car, but the doctor said two Tylenol every four to six hours. And we’re going to follow the doctor's orders.”

I grumbled under my breath and stuck out my hand. She tipped the bottle into my palm and let two fall out, closing and placing it next to the glass of water on the nightstand. I huffed as I took the glass, popping the pills in my mouth and washing it down with the water.

“Trust me,” she said as she sat next to me, brushing my hair out of my face gently so as to not disturb the cut on my head. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you feel better.”

“Thanks, Lizzie.” I said softly, sadly tracing imaginary patterns in the bedsheet.

“Don’t look so glum. In a few days you’ll be able to do things normally and then you’ll be going home.”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t hide my disappointment. As much as I hadn’t wanted to become a burden on her, I enjoyed staying with her.

“You wanna watch something?”

I shook my head and she sighed, taking my hand. I pulled her hand into my lap and played with her fingers, letting my mind wander as she sat and kept me company.

“We don’t have to do anything.” She said softly and I looked up at her. “We can just hang out.”

“Yeah.” I gave her a crooked smile. “I’d like that.”

•

After the doctor had given me the okay to go back to my normal activities, I helped Lizzie out around the house, wanting to pull my weight. She refused at first, but I insisted, and finally she let me do the dishes and help out with dinner.

My head was much better, and the aching in my body was nearly gone. I just wanted things to go back to normal. At the same time, living a cutesy, domestic life with Lizzie was everything I dreamed it could be, and there was a selfish part of me that didn’t want this to end.

The longer I stayed with her, the more things changed around her house. I noticed that some flowers she had in the dining room were now sitting out on the balcony, the light in the hall was no longer put on, and the old, scratchy blanket was taken from my side of the couch and replaced with a soft, comfy one.

My side of the couch. I liked the sound of that. But, why had things been changing? These little things were almost unnoticeable, but I noticed because those things used to bother me before. I never would’ve said anything to Lizzie, but she seemed to pick up on my discomfort and acted on it. I couldn’t lie and say my heart didn’t swell with love for her at the thought.

“Hey, Lizzie?”

“Hm?” She hummed softly, her fingers lazily tangled in my hair.

“What happened to those flowers you had on the table?” I played dumb.

“I put them outside.”

“Why?”

“I noticed you didn’t like the smell. You’re very sensitive to smell, you know.”

I blinked a few times, trying to process what she said.

“And why don’t you use the light in the hallway any more?”

“It hurts your eyes.” She said as she played with my tousled locks.

“And -”

“Y/N.” She interrupted me, gently lifting my chin so I would look up at her. “You’re here with me, so I’m making your stay as comfortable as possible. I’m gonna change the lightbulb in the hallway so it’s not so harsh.”

“You don’t have to do that.” I mumbled softly and she smiled down at me.

“Of course I do. I want you to be happy here.”

“Thank you.” I snuggled closer to her and she pressed a kiss to the uninjured portion of my forehead.

“Of course. I love you.”

My heart stopped at her words and it was obvious she had realized what she said a little too late. You could cut the silence between us with a knife.

“Y/N …” she started and I spoke without thinking.

“I love you too.”

“Yeah?” She asked softly and I nodded, inching closer to her.

“Yeah.”

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine, gently at first, before growing bolder and letting her tongue clash with my own.

Oh, god, how I dreamt of this moment. She tasted like strawberries and vanilla and I couldn’t get enough of her. She pressed me into the couch and I let her take control of me, knowing for a fact that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.

“Is this okay?” She asked as her fingers played with the waistband of my pants. “We can wait if you’re not ready.”

“I’ve been ready since I met you. I’ve always been in love with you.”

She smiled down at me and I raised my hips towards her, letting her pull down my pants and panties in one fell swoop. She giggled against my lips as our tongues and teeth clumsily clashed, our eager kisses becoming sloppy as her hands explored my body.

“We’ll have to take it easy.” She whispered, a mischievous look in her eye. “Which means you’re going to lay back,” she bit her lip and smiled. “And enjoy yourself.”

I blinked at her, a smile creeping across my features as she slid down my body, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to my belly as she made her way between my legs.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispered softly, her fingers parting my soaked folds so she could see every inch of me.

“Lizzie,” I whined, covering my face with my arm. “Stop it.”

“No,” she kissed me and I nearly saw stars. “You’re perfect.”

I removed my arm from my face and looked down at her, her golden locks splayed across my lower abdomen, her emerald eyes looking up at me from under her eyelashes as she sucked my clit into her eager mouth.

A slew of obscenities fell from my lips as her tongue slipped delicately inside of me, touching me in ways I never dreamed possible.

“Lizzie,” I moaned, running my fingers through her hair as she ate me out. “Oh, fuck, yeah, right there, Lizzie. Fuck.”

She brought her free hand up to meet mine, lacing our fingers together as her strong tongue continued to lap at my wetness. My hips raised towards her as the coil in my belly tightened, my legs beginning to shake as my orgasm quickly approached.

I let out a whimper, a soft sound, before crying out her name breathlessly, cumming all over her mouth and chin. She didn’t let a drop go to waste, her tongue licking and lips sucking as she cleaned up the mess I made.

“When you feel better,” she breathed, smiling up at me. “We can do so much more.”

[sweetandscarlet]

hi mommy (ahhhsbshshs) 😊 almost asleep but thinking about jealous wanda. when you get too close to nat or kate shell pull you away and put her arms around your waist 🫡 also glaring at whoever you’re with.. maybe when you go out to the bar w/o her one night and sees you and nat too close for her liking on your insta story, the morning (when ur sober) she’ll fuck you ruthlessly aah. people who are possessive just make me melt but letting her tie you up and giving her full control is also ALSO love and death almost so excited to see lizzie i luv elizabeth olsen (I don’t even know the plot only that she plays in it) ☹️☹️ glad she’s taking a break!! also hope your doing well, taking a very deserved break ‼️ sory fo the long ask becoming more sinful by the ask ly

- 👾 anon

hii nonnie ! did you enjoy L&D?! i certainly did, lizzies acting was so fucking good; each episode that passed she just got better and better. mothers’ range is just >>>>

also possessive wanda 🤭 finkin horny thots