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chelleztjs18 · 2 years ago

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Biggest Fans (E.O)

Fem!Writer!Reader x Elizabeth Olsen

Summary: It was a casual lunch day out for you and Lizzie until the unexpected thing happens.

Warning: None. I'm just feeding you with fluff story. :D

A/n: Hello! It's me with another fluff fic! Thank you for your patience. I'm trying my best to write more and give you more contents. Also, this might be the last time I will post with the taglist. I'm planning on making a library side blog. I will update you once It's ready. Anyways, happy reading!

P.S: The italic prints means texting convo in this fic. The bold print means their thoughts.

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“Hello. I really love your writing.” was how it all started. A friendly message you got but you never knew that it will lead to something unexplainable with such all good feelings you can’t describe. A message that led to other more messages between you and this girl. Before you know it, you talk to her 24/7 for almost a year. Flirtatious messages with various sweet pet names exchanges happen a lot between you two. Is it a friendship? It sure did start from that point. Is it more than that? You don’t know. All you know, you can’t hold back a smile every time you get a message from her through your writing blog apps. You always wait for her messages. The second you wake up, you will go to the apps to text her good morning and sometimes you would find that she beat you and left the morning text before you.

Liz, that’s her name. As much as you want to see her pictures or hear her voice through a phone call, you respect her request to wait until she feels comfortable to do so. You both agreed to not talk or ask anything personal just yet. Despite all that, both of you never run out of things to talk about which is what you love about her.

You hear your text notification from your phone and your heartbeat doubling in speed instantly. You knew who it was and as usual, you are smiling reading anything she texts you.

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*Ding* Lizzie's phone informs her another message replies. She laughs a little and then smiles the whole time while she's typing her turn in the conversation.

Scarlet sees it from the corner of her eyes while she is checking out the restaurant's menu but she can't help herself to ask, "Is that from your writer girlfriend?” She teases Lizzie.

“Huh? What? No, she’s not my girlfriend.” The younger actress realizes Scar’s teasing question and denies it instantly. A blush shows up on her cheek obviously.

“Well, you both have been talking all this time. You have been all smiling every time you text with her. Wait, how long have you been talking with each other?”

“Well, you told me about this whole fanfiction writing blog stuff like around june last year i think?” The brunette answers.

“That’s almost a year! Wow and she still doesn’t know who you are? Or at least your voice? Does she know that you are from Los Angeles? She seems pretty patient about that."

"Uh yes. I gotta admit, she has been understanding about it very much. Sometimes I feel that it's unfair to her because I have heard her voice on the voice notes she left me. She sounds really cute. And, yes. She knows that I'm from here just like her." Lizzie expresses her thoughts and doesn't realize that another smile curves on her face.

"Aww. That's cute! You like her, don't you?" The blonde actress asks as she wiggles her eyebrows teasing her best friend once more.

Lizzie laughs and covers her face in embarrassment. "Who wouldn't like a nice sweet funny girl that you can talk to about everything 24/7?"

“Haha! I knew you like her!”

“Uh maybe we should order some food now, the waitress has been asking us twice, Scar.” Lizzie looks at the menu to avoid eye contact and to not let the topic go further.

“It wasn’t my fault, you were the one who kept forgetting to see what you want because you are busy texting with your girlfriend.” Scarlet teased and soft crimson shades slowly show up on Lizzie’s face.

“Oh look, Liz! She just posted a new fic. Ouh, I wonder what it is about now.” A mix of excitement and curiosity floats around her as she playfully makes a little dance move with her shoulders.

“Oh, she posted it earlier than she planned, that's good. It’s a Wanda story. She told me the idea, it’s about—-” before Lizzie can finish her words, Scarlet interrupts her.

“Nope. nope. Nope.. No spoilers please. I’m gonna read it later.” Scarlet raises her index fingers as her stop sign.

Lizzie laughs at her antics. “Okay, okay. All I’m gonna say is, it’s a really good plot. You’ll like it.”

The girls order their food and spend some time catching up.

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Liz:

“Have you eaten lunch yet, sweetie?

Y/n:

“Not yet. I was too lazy to get out of my apartment but since you keep reminding me to eat something, I am getting lunch now. 😁"

Liz:

"Are you going to cook something?"

Y/n:

"No. I'm just gonna go to this restaurant I love. I'll be right back, darling. I'll text you when I get there, love. 😘"

Liz:

"Okay, talk soon. 😘"

Even just the short conversation makes you and Lizzie feel like you are on cloud nine, drunk with happiness.

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Some fans sometimes come to them for pictures or autographs but both Marvel actresses were enjoying their lunch and their leisure time together until one message from you popped up. Lizzie's eyes widened, her stomach turned and her heart dropped after she read what you sent her.

Y/n:

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Liz! You will not believe who I see right now! Elizabeth Olsen!! I see her at the restaurant I'm at now. She is so gorgeous. She's with Scarlet Johansson right now."

"Oh my god. Shit. Scar, she's here." Lizzie exclaimed in whispers, trying her best to keep calm and look around casually so it wouldn't look obvious.

"Huh? What happened? Who's here?" The Black Widow cast asks in surprise and confusion at the same time.

"Y/n. She's here!" She whispers.

"What? How did you know?" Scarlet pitched out another question as she kept her head straight looking at Lizzie.

"She sent me this." Lizzie lets Scarlet read your message.

Then another message popped up.

Y/n:

"I really want to come up to her and say hi."

"Gosh, now she's gonna come here and say hi." Panic starts to scream a little in Lizzie's tone and she shows her phone to Scar again.

"You don't know what she looks like, right?" Scarlet asks.

"No. I don't know that she is a huge fan of.. you know, me." Lizzie taps her fingers rapidly and nervously.

"Well, d'uh, Lizzie? She writes fics about you and Wanda." The blonde laughs a little and shakes her head.

"Oh yeah. Yeah. You are right. My brain just can't think—" Lizzie tries to respond but gets interrupted. "Straight?" Scar finishes her words in a teasing smirk.

Lizzie rolls her eyes and holds her smile knowing what Scarlet really meant. A fan comes and asks for a selfie with them.

As soon as the girl leaves, Lizzie asks Scarlet in a whisper, "Do you think it was her?"

"Well, I don't know, Liz. Oh text her and ask if she decides to come to Lizzie" Scarlet pitches the idea as she forms an air quote on Lizzie's name.

The now nervous younger Olsen sister follows the suggested idea and texts you.

Lizzie:

"So, did you decide to go say hi to her?"

A few minutes passed and she hasn't got any reply from you. Then another fan politely interrupts the silence.

Lizzie doesn't realize that she stares at the girl a little longer while her mind wonders if it's you until Scarlet nudges her elbow and she continues talking friendly then takes another selfie with their favorite MCU casts.

The more fans come to them, the more it drives her mind all over the place and keeps guessing which one was you. Her curiosity makes her ask each fan their name, just in case it was you. Anticipation is killing her by now and she decided to text you again.

Lizzie:

"Babe? Are you okay? How was it?"

Silence was still what she got. "Why hasn't she replied yet?" She asks herself with a little frustration as she keeps checking on her phone for your reply.

"Well, if she already came to you then what would you do?" Scarlet questioned the brunette.

“I don’t know.” Lizzie shows her thinking looks as she mindlessly bites her nails. Then her phone brings her back out of her daze. “Oh! That must be her.” She talks to herself as she undoubtedly checks her phone.

A Surprised facial expression appears as she sees your message with a picture of her that you took from afar earlier.

Y/n:

“Look how beautiful she is. I saw that she was very sweet to her fans. I think I'm not going to come up to her. I feel bad that she doesn't have her privacy to have her lunch, people keep coming to her. I’m just gonna finish my food and maybe go home after that.”

Lizzie tries to look as calm as she can as she wonders where you are sitting from the view of her picture you took then looks back to check the picture again and avert her eyes around. “Scar, don't look around, I don't want to look obvious that we are wondering which one is her but here, look what Y/n texted me.”

As soon as Scar saw the pictures and read the message, she almost couldn’t help herself to turn her head to where you possibly were but Lizzie stops her.

“Aw she’s so sweet and thoughtful.” The blonde comments. “So, if she’s not coming to see you, what are you going to do now Liz? She added.

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking of asking her if she wants to meet up or at least have a video call. Should I try to come and have a spontaneous meet up with her here right now? She said she’s leaving soon.” Lizzie rants out her thoughts as she casually searches around that might give a clue which one is you.

A full minute of silence from Lizzie as Scar waits for the answer of her question. The brunette finally breaks her silence. “Uhm.. I don’t know. Uh, I… I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, Scar.” but being friends with Lizzie since she joined Marvel makes Scarlet know her pretty well like the back of her own hand.

Scarlet gently grabs Lizzie’s arm to quickly stop her from getting up. “Wait, wait, wait Liz. I know you. You are not going to the bathroom, you are going to find her, aren’t you?” The blonde actress guessed in a teasing tone and smiled.

No words come out of her lips but a little smirk forms and that’s all Scarlet needs as an answer then she lets go her hand off Lizzie’s arm. “Well, good luck. Have fun on your first date with your girlfriend. Text me if you want me to wait or not.” Scarlet cheers her and wiggle her eyebrows.

With that, Lizzie walks away to find you.

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Unfortunately, today is a pretty busy day at the restaurant. After a few steps away from her table towards the direction she guessed where you are at, most tables are occupied. Her eyes look for a woman she thinks looks like your age and any other clue that can help her.

At first she looks for a woman who is on her phone but she realizes it won’t help. Most people are on their phone these days. Then she remembers that you posted a story earlier, her mind instantly thinks that you have your laptop with you on your table right now while having your lunch. It helps her narrow down her obstacles to find you after she sees some women has their laptop with them.

She tries to be as casual as she can. Some pairs of eyes recognize her and some don’t or perhaps they are just trying not to stare at her. She then texts you again, a subtle question that won’t be too obvious that she wants to know if you are still there or not.

Lizzie:

“How’s your food babe? Are you still having your lunch?”

A few minutes of silence, none of your replies come to her inbox. “Dang it! She probably turns her phone on vibrate mode again.” she thought to herself, knowing your habit.

Meanwhile, you are trying to prevent yourself from staring at your idol from far away so you are focused on writing your new romantic fic, you can’t keep Liz out of your mind. All those sweet touchy ideas and stories you wrote were inspired by her or your conversations with her. It even sometimes makes you smile. You miss her today but you know her plan for today, spending time with her best friend so you try to let her “girls day out” time.

As you get distracted by your own feelings of missing her, you can’t help yourself and you grab your phone to text her only to find out you missed her text.

You quickly reply.

Y/n:

“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t see your message. My phone was on vibrate. Yes, I’m still here, but I’m done with my lunch and just waiting for my check. I hope you are having a great time with your best friend. I can’t wait to chat with you again. I miss you.”

Just like that, your message definitely dropped a bomb of jumbled feelings on her. She reads it in awe, her heart feels light and she feels giddy when she reads that you miss her yet she is now alarmed that her time is running out and she needs to pick up her pace to find you. Like a cherry on top, the nervousness gradually grew over the other mixed up feelings.

She directs her eyes from one table to another table as she walks. She starts to feel more anxious that she would miss the chance to meet you, her mind rapidly thinks.

Her fingers start to get cold, her heart beats race but a final resort of thought jumps into her mind.

She takes a deep breath. “Fuck it.” She mumbles and she opens the apps on her phone then calls you and her eyes are ready to spot you whenever you pick up her calls. “Come on, y/n. Pick up the phone.” she mumbles once more with full of hope.

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The waiter drops off your bill. While you are checking on it, you notice that your phone vibrates.

Your stomach does somersaults and your heart cheers with such thrill, you swear you could hear it. Despite all that, you are nervous. You stare at your phone screen for a good few seconds, questions bouncing around in your head as you tap your finger on the table nervously.

Why is she calling me? Is this an accidental call? Should I answer it? What if I got speechless?

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Lizzie hears you answer the call on the other end of the line. Her eyes jump from one person to another and her heart skips a beat when she finally spots you. She knows it was you as soon as she sees you has the phone with your left hand.. “H–hello? Liz?” She can hear your highly strung voice and her feet lead her to your table slowly.

“H-hi y/n. Yes, it’s me Liz.” her timorous voice wrapped in excitement makes its way to be heard.

“Uh-it’s so nice to finally hear your voice. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you were gonna call. I wasn’t prepared.” you let out a nervous laugh.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you first I was gonna call. I got your text. I miss you too. So, I decided to call you. So are you leaving soon?” Lizzie can’t stop smiling while she talks to you.

“Uh yeah, pretty soon. I just got my bill. Are you still having lunch with your best friend? Where are you now?” you ask curiously. You start to calm down from your sudden nervousness.

“Aaw, you are leaving? I think it would be a great idea if you stay a little longer.” She ignores your question yet pitches out an idea that caught you in confusion.

Of course you asked “And why is that?” followed by a little laugh. All you can think is how cute she sounds. You always think that she is cute but to think that her voice melts your heart this easily? No, you never thought of that. Or perhaps you fell for her, so hard.

“Because I’m right here.” She answers enthusiastically. Lizzie tries to take her exhilaration down a notch to avoid attention from people surroundings.

“Wait, what? You–you are here? What did you—” you stop your words as soon as you feel a presence in front of you. From the corner of your eyes, you can see someone standing and you quickly look up to see who it is. “---mean?” you finally finished the word you were gonna say in a very low voice. You felt like you just got struck by lightning. Your eyes refuse to blink, your mouth is slightly open. You are stunned, or you can even say that you are frozen like an ice sculpture. You are shocked and confused why in the world the most beautiful woman, the woman you idolized so much, is standing right in front of you, smiling and her green eyes sparkling in happiness looking at you.

“Uh–I–uh-W-wait–Liz..hold on..Lizzie Olsen is standing right in front of me and you just told me that you are here. So..does it mean–” you stupidly still hold your phone against your ear and talk on the phone.

Lizzie lets out a cute laugh and thinks how cute you look. “Hello, I really love your writing." She intentionally said the same exact words with her first message to you through the phone.

Her intention to prove to you that the Liz who you have been talking to this whole time and her are the same person worked. You swiftly connect the dots and are convinced by the truth. “Oh…OH!!! Oh my god! Liz? Lizzie? I have been talking to you this whole time?” You yell in a whisper, trying to suppress your popping elations. Your skin slowly turns red.

She laughs a little louder at your reaction but she tries to calm you down as she leans to you a little and whisper “Y/n, shusshh. We wouldn’t want to attract more attention than we already have right now.” She puts her index finger on her smiling lips.

“Oh, yeah yeah. Sorry.” you take a deep breath and exhale them out. “Okay, okay. I’m good.. I–I’m good. Uh–” you ramble.

“Can I join you?” she asks softly.

“Yes, of course. Please have a seat.”

"So this is the blind date we have been talking about?" The iconic laugh of hers follows right after her teasing question.

"Well, it's more surprising, unplanned and spontaneous than I thought it would be but y-yes of course! This is it.. this the blind date." You awkwardly yet subtly try to fix your look in front of her.

Oh that smile, those green eyes and even her perfume have successfully turn your brain into a mush.

You are hypnotized by the ethereal views in front of you and you are lost in your thoughts. You still can’t believe you have been talking to her this whole time, romantically to each other. The one and only gorgeous Elizabeth Olsen has been telling you that she loves everything you write and everything about you.

Both of you have been the biggest fans to each other this whole time and nothing can beat that.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today. Let me know what you think and I hope you like it. Reblog and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more. See you in next!

Cheerio!

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ashtcnirwinx · 11 months ago

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ashton: please, it's taken me like four days to text you back. we all know it's me who's the problem here. ashton: you're an angel and i will not stand slander like this. i miss you the mostest angel face and i will be bogarting so much of your time in ireland. ashton: LA. i'm recording a new solo album, so i've been shockingly busy and out of the loop about everything. how're you gorgeous?

𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 → 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓃

Lizzie: It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me 😭 Lizzie: I feel like I've been the shittiest friend that has ever walked the earth. BUT that doesn't mean that I don't love you and miss you to the moon and back. Lizzie: Where are you superstar? / @ashtcnirwinx

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anyaeras · 2 years ago

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Sugar mommy || E.Olsen

Pairing : Sugar!mommy Elizabeth Olsen x y/n

Summary : Y/n was hanging out with their friends late Friday night, they may have got a little too tipsy and was convinced to sign up for a sugar mommies website...

Warning : Smut (at the end) They/them pronouns, AFAB!reader ,Top!Lizzie , Bottom!Reader, Blow!Job , dick!riding , Pet!names, Alcohol. Legal!age-gap

Masterlist Part 2

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It's been one hell of a week, y/n works hard in their classes while attending NYU, they had to without good grades there was really no point of all of this money and effort they worked so hard for, y/n was far from rich and had to work a lot harder than others to get where they are, yet after a long week of work y/n had no problem going out to relax with some friends.

It's now Friday night, y/n was slipping into a cute comfy outfit, they had received a text from one of the closest friends about an hour ago telling them the plans, which to be honest, it was just a normal Friday University kid night, they didn't plan on clubbing or going out, more so a hangout.

Y/n headed out their door, shutting off the lights in their tiny New York apartment before heading to the dorms on campus to meet up with their friend group.

"Hey guys" y/n made their presence known barging into their friends dorm being met with a few of their friends already there getting a movie ready along with some drinks, most likely for another drinking game.

"Hey y/n" Zack yelled from the living space as he sat down the drinks, they met during and English lecture earlier this year, and since then they just have gotten closer, Zack is the kind of friend that fits the "gay best friend" stereotype, but he rolls with it.

"So movie and drinking game again?" Y/n asked knowingly getting a "of course" from Zack as the others piled into the living space, everyone took their spots, obviously, the couples in the group got "ohhh and Eww" from the others as they tried acting cute, while the single friends all got comfortable on their own.

"so we are going to watch, a stupidly, cheesy romance movie, so if you cringe you take a shot, if you laugh you take a shot, if there's a dramatic, love scene, we all take a shot, and if you laugh you take two shots" Zack explained knowing the last one was completely targeted at Y/n, as y/n could laugh at anything. Plus everyone enjoyed tipsy y/n, even y/n enjoyed themself tipsy.

As the movie went on around 3/4 of the way threw they all stopped watching, more so getting into deep conversations with each other, yet what made it better was they were all tipsy and have had a bit to much to drink.

"Y/n of your so sick of working at that cafe why don't you get like a sugar mommy" Zack blurted out more so as a joke, not expecting y/n to give any thought about it.

"You think they have an app for that?" Y/n responded, thinking aloud before checking their phones App Store.

"Fuck- they do"

With that y/n still tipsy as ever downloaded the app, showing it to the group, causing an uprise in laughter from their friends at this silly behavior, but it didn't stop them. Going threw the click signing up process, and creating a profile with some of their better photos they laughed at themself scrolling on the app, showing profiles to their friends, absolutely oblivious to the fact that they accidentally clicked accept on somebody's profile...

The group started to clear out yet y/n stayed the night, being the only one who didn't live in that dorm building already. They chose to spend the night on Zack's couch, which Zack obviously didn't mind as his roommate was out of town.

(The next day)

Waking up y/n was going straight for the pain killers, the drinks they had last night are definitely hitting them this morning.

Looking on their phone y/n noticed a sticky note, placed on top of it with a message from Zack saying they had went out to meet with a family member for brunch.

Going with it, and moving on y/n grabbed their phone seeing a notification from a sugar mommy's app...that's when last nights events came flooding back.

"What the fuck" y/n butter to them self as they open the app to see a notification and a message from someone named Lizzie, their profile is a bit more private than others, but it was still verified and didn't seem extremely sketchy. It was a simple greeting which y/n made the decision to respond with their own greeting back.

The conversation continued between the two of them, and they agreed to meet at a nearby coffeehouse downtown, it was public, so y/n definitely felt safer with the idea yet they definitely need to head back to their apartment and get ready, I mean, if you're going to meet a sugar mommy you should at least look nice.

Getting dressed, and doing their hair wad when nerves were starting to get to y/n thinking about what the worst that could happened, what came to their mind wasn't about meeting a stranger. It was the idea of rejection. Trying to shake off those ideas y/n slipped on some cute dunks which completely match their outfit before heading towards the coffeehouse in town. Not before sending Zack a sarcastic goodbye message like something awful was about to happen.

Walking into the coffeehouse y/n was a bit early sitting down at a table more secluded in the corner scrolling on their phone for a few moments, it wasn't until a women about 5'8 dirty blonde hair sat down across from them did they look up.

"You must be y/n" The women y/n was meeting with stated, getting a nod from the younger one.

"You must be Lizzie" y/n responded feeling shy now by the older women's appearance, she was dressed nice and definitely held herself strong and confidently.

"Yes I am darling, so tell me about yourself" she asked

"Well I'm a student at NYU, I'm single and I'm a hard worker" y/n responded, starting to feel like this is more of an interview than anything.

"I like that, obviously we're here for a reason, I like having a sugar baby, I like having someone I can spoil and make my own" Lizzie got straight to the point, definitely catching y/n off guard for a moment as they regain their thoughts.

"Oh..yes I'm a college student and honestly I signed up for this because me and my friends were being stupid and made jokes but when I saw your profile, I honestly was deeply interested and now we're here" y/n rambled out getting a laugh from the other person there with them.

"Y/n, I'd like to really get to know you, along with helping you out. Your profile, and your personality right now, match exactly what I'm looking for" Lizzie explains as she pulled a contract out from her purse.

"Due to my line of work we have a privacy contract, of course I'll let you read it over, but y/n I really like you, and really hope you will agree to be my sugar baby" Lizzie explained letting y/n have the contract read over.

"My personal number is on the contract. Feel free to message me whenever you'd like or if you need anything, I'd really like to get closer with you" Lizzie said as a goodbye, not leaving room for y/n to say much, as she got up leaving the information with the younger girl.

Y/n packed up their items and took the contract back to their dorm, sitting down on their bed going over it, honestly they were ready to sign they had nothing to lose, but they wanted to have some fun first, texting Lizzie using the number on contract.

"I've read the contract, I'm wondering what you really want with me" y/n was feeling blood sending this message setting their phone down next to them, not expecting Lizzie to answer so fast.

"I won't someone to be mine, we'd be exclusive in a semi-romantic relationship, do you understand? Was the older women's reply. It was straightforward which was becoming common for the strange women.

Y/n wasn't fully sure what they were signing up for, but that picked up a pen and signed the contract sending a photo of it to Lizzie, more so excited to see if the women would give y/n the satisfaction of a reaction.

"So eager are you" was all Elizabeth responded with.

"Only for you" y/n flirted back getting a demanding message back from Elizabeth, asking for the younger ones cash app, sending y/n some pocket money, well $10,000....

The amount caused a Yelp from y/n, they've never received that much money. Y/n knew they were signing up to be a sugar baby, but they didn't expect it to come this soon.

Y/n texted a thank you to Lizzie getting a "you can pay me back" and a winking emoji from the other one, it took a moment for y/n to realize what Lizzie meant, sending a dumb emoji to reply.

Y/n honestly didn't realize how much they wanted this women, her validation was new for y/n. Which it was odd yet it was now 8pm and y/n sent the message to Lizzie

"Come over" the short message was enough for Lizzie to ask for the address having her personal driver take the women to y/n's off campus student apartment. It was much smaller then Lizzie was used to, but Lizzie wanted to see this girl, she was falling for this young college student ready to make y/n her own.

Waking into the apartment, y/n opened the door for Lizzie, yet she was right on it, Lizzie flipped y/n around pinning them to their own door.

"Did you mean it, you signed the contract?" Lizzie asked, and when she got a nod from y/n Lizzie went straight to kissing the younger one. Holding y/n in the kiss till they both were gasping for air.

"I've wanted you sense I saw your profile baby" Lizzie said almost in a whisper to y/n, pulling y/n to the couch in the center of the living space, sitting down both of them were now facing each other.

"Y/n im not sure if you know who I am, I want you I really do, and now you've signed the privacy contract, I want us to continue a sugar mommy relationship, do you understand that, I need your consent and your cooperation" Lizzie said being completely serious with y/n

"Lizzie, I don't care about all that, I want you, your personality is enough to have anyone on their knees for you oh my and don't get me started on that a-" y/n was cut off by lizzie attacking their lips pushing them onto their back now laying on the sofa. Lizzie moved down keeping her control as she left marks on y/n's neck, Lizzie's hands moved under y/n's shirt making sure to check if everything was alright was y/n. Seeing y/n quickly removing her clothes caused Lizzie to smile, seeing y/n all submissive and ready for her was definitely a turn on.

"Y/n im here to help you, in more then just financial ways, I'm gonna help you let go is that okay honey" Lizzie asked bringing her hand up to cup y/n's cheek rubbing her thumb on their face a way of reassurance

Lizzie sat down pulling y/n on top of her as y/n sat down they felt the bulge under Lizzie's nice pants, cause a light whine to fall from y/n's lips.

"Do you think you could take mommy's cock" lizzie asked softly in y/n's ear watching as y/n responded with rapid nods, being ever so eager for the older women.

Lizzie let her hands roam over y/n stripped body reaching in between her folds collecting the younger girls juices, realizing how needy y/n really was. Lizzie patted y/n's thigh to prompt them to stand up, as the women took her turn stripping down to only her lacy bra and the strap she was packing.

"Come here baby" Lizzie guided y/n to slowly sit down on her decent sized cock, letting the smaller one adjust to the size.

"Look at you so good for me, why don't you give me a show princess" Lizzie praised prompting y/n to ride her cock, and that just what y/n did slowly the college student rose up before pushing themself back down on the fake dick, causing a high pitched moan to slip from their lips. Lizzie started to reach out putting her hands on y/n's hip as she met their trust half way, y/n was screaming out moans as the trust got harder, the sound of sex filled the room, lizzie in attempt to bring y/n closer to their climax she started to suck on the younger ones sweet spot, y/n's reaction made Lizzie moan as y/n jolted backing the other part of the strap to hit Lizzie's clit just right now giving the older women more pleasure.

"Fuck y/n you're doing so good for me, you can let go" Lizzie encouraged as she watched y/n getting closer, their bounces we're getting more sloppy and their moans were more squeaky and like that Y/n had reached their orgasm, as they came hard around Lizzie's cock.

"I-I made a mess" Was the firsts thing y/n pointed out, which gave the older women an idea.

"Clean it up then" lizzie said pulling y/n slowly from the cock as y/n was sensitive still from their orgasm, not giving y/n much time as She pushed them down to their knees in front of herself, wrapping her hand into y/n's now messy hair pushing their mouth down on the cock which was still laced in y/n's cum, watching y/n's head bob on the dick was everything to Lizzie, as the pushes rubbed on her own clit making her moan loudly.

The older women now chasing her own climax was pushing y/n down roughly, watching as tears fell from y/n's face, lizzie reached down with her free hand to pull on y/n's tits a bit, just to pull a vibrating moan from the younger one, yet as y/n continued Lizzie kept getting closer finally snapping as she came herself with a loud groan.

After a moment, lizzie released her hold on y/n standing up to discard the strap she was wearing before laying back on the sofa, pulling y/n into her lap keeping the college student close to her.

"I think this arrangement will work out just fine" Lizzie muttered as she watched y/n slowly drifting off.

....PART TWO?

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A/N - it seems the reader doesn't really know who Lizzie is yet, i'm quite excited to take the story into more depth.

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alotofpockets · 2 years ago

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Lockscreen | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Prompt: “Am I your lockscreen?” - "You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Warnings: Lizzie gets nervous and anxious to go on stage & reader gets a bit embarrased on TV.

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You were promoting your new movie with your costar Elizabeth Olsen on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. He hadn't told either of you what you were going to do, but he said it was going to be a new game.

Being in separate dressing rooms for each of your teams to make you TV ready, meant you were texting Lizzie to calm her down. You had done enough interviews with the woman to know she always got a bit anxious before going on stage. To you interviews came a bit more natural, and you planned to make Lizzie feel as at ease as you could help her to be.

When the crew called out 5 minutes until you had to be on stage, you walked to the stage entrance. Where Lizzie met you with her arms wide open for a hug. Another thing that really helped calm her nerves and anxiety, so you gladly walked into her arms and gave her a tight hug.

"Ready?" You whisper into her ear, not wanting to let go until she was. When she let you know she was ready you took a step back, "You're going to do great Liz, and remember I will be right by your side the whole time. Plus, Jimmy always has fun games. Remember when you did the musical beers?" Lizzie rolls her eyes and jokingly pushed you back, "Yes, y/n, I remember the whole internet going crazy over me failing to take the cup before Sebastian.

Your plan worked. Distracting Lizzie by making her think of a funny memory, her thoughts were now totally not on the topic of going on stage in a second and she seemed a lot more at ease.

"Please welcome Elizabeth Olsen and y/n y/l/n to the stage!" You heard Jimmy say before the crowd erupted in cheers. A crew member turned on your microphone boxes and led you onto the stage. You were both waving to the crowd before sitting down on the couch.

Jimmy asks the both of you some questions about the upcoming movie and how it was filming together. After you shared that you had become great friends with Lizzie on set, Jimmy made his segway to the game. "Let's see if these two have anything to hide in an all new game I'd like to call 'Show Me Your Phone'."

During the short commercial break Jimmy led you over to the table they set up for the game as he quickly explained how the game worked. The crew counted down until the cameras were rolling again. "Hi and welcome back to The Tonight Show, as you can see Elizabeth and y/n are ready to share the insides of their phones. I told neither one of them we were playing this game until I told you, so they wouldn't delete anything."

Jimmy explained the game to the audience and said he'll go first. He pressed the button to get a category. "Let your opponent choose any voice recording of their choice to play out loud." He hands his phone over while explaining why he has so many recordings on his phone, "I record me singing a lot, it isn't any good, just some good old' karaoke." You pick on to play and move on to the next person.

You press the button and Jimmy reads the question you landed on out loud, "Show us the last picture that you took." You open your gallery and place your phone on the holder showing the last picture you took. It was a picture of last night's sunset and with it you explained your love for the colors of the sunsetting.

When you're done explaining, Lizzie presses the button to get her category. "Oehhh." Jimmy says, you can see the excitement on his face. "Show us the last text that you received."

Lizzie opens her messages and places her phone on the stand just like you did. You see your name at the top of the screen and smile. "It's a message from y/n. She said, 'You're going to do great, and I'll be right by your side to ease any sudden worries.' I was nervous before going on stage, so she was calming my nerves when we were both getting ready in our dressing rooms."

You heard a series of aww's coming from the audience. Lizzie turned to them and said, "Yeah isn't she the sweetest?" You felt yourself blushing a little, thankfully you were wearing enough stage makeup so no one would notice.

Jimmy goes next and has to show his last Google search. You all laugh as the question pops up on the screen. "What is a regular bedtime for an 9-year-old?" Jimmy explains as the laughter dies down, "So, Frances and Winnie, my kids, believe they should stay up way later than Nancy and I agreed upon. But our kids didn't agree with our time, so we had to turn to Google. Because of course Google is more believable than your own parents."

You laugh with the crowds and ask "Did Google agree with you and Nancy?" Jimmy shakes his head, "Nope, Google said they have to go to bed earlier. So, now they believe that I edited Google."

It was your turn to press the button again. "Let your opponent’s post a random picture from your camera roll and post it to Instagram." You hand your phone over and say, "Please go easy on me." Which only gives you an evil laugh from Jimmy. The both of them go through some of your pictures and decide on a funny behind the scenes picture of the movie where you and some of the casts faces are covered in whipped cream, they post it and put the phone on the stand to show the audience. "Can you tell us a bit more about this picture?" Jimmy asks.

You smile fondly at the memory. "Yeah, so, this is on set and it was the first week we started filming. We thought it would be funny to do a who knows who better type of challenge, where we had to answer questions about each other correctly and if we got it wrong we got a plate of whipped cream to the face. As you can see, I wasn't very good at the game."

Your phone goes to the screensaver as it has been on for a minute and the crowd aww's again. You hadn't noticed what happened until Lizzie said “Am I your lockscreen?”

You try to grab your phone quickly, but you were too slow, it was already in Lizzie's hands. "You weren’t supposed to see that.” you say, now with noticeable blushing cheeks. Lizzie notices that you look embarrassed and immediately gives you your phone back. “Hey, it’s okay. Why don’t you check my lockscreen?” She says as she hands you her phone. You smile when you see yourself as the background of her phone as well.

Jimmy has been silent during the whole interaction but his staff was alerting him they had to stop recording. “I’d say that was a successful first run of this game. Thank you to y/n and Elizabeth for participating, but I don’t think they’re with us in this conversation anymore. Have a good night everyone and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

With that the camera’s cut and you’re both walked off the stage by the crew. This time you’re not going to separate dressing rooms, you both went into Lizzie’s and talked more about the lockscreens. You each had a picture of each other that was taken on the same day. Last week you went on a hike together, the background on your phone was Lizzie smiling once you reached the top of the mountain and the picture she had on her phone was of you smiling with your glass raised at the restaurant you had lunch at when you reached the bottom of the mountain again.

“So, hiking and lunch, can we say that that was our first date?” You look up at her with a smile. “Yes.” Is all you’re able to get out, as you’re so excited. You had never thought an interview on The Tonight Show would end up in this. “Can I maybe kiss you?” You lean in as you say, “Also yes.” You’re both smiling into the kiss. A kiss that was perfect in every way.

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olsenmyolsen · 2 years ago

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Facetime With My Mom (Tonight)

Part 3 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~2.6K

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Robbie POV

Waking up on the floor from my drunken stupor at five in the evening is not how I'd expect today to go. But it's what I deserve after the things I said to Lizzie. My love. My fiance. I didn't mean to hurt her. I wanted to let her know what I was feeling, but I was chasing her out of our Richmond home before I knew it.

That was three days ago.

I know by now she's back home. Or at least I hope. She has yet to call or text me, and I don't blame her. But I know she misses me, and I love her. I'm not going to give up.

After giving myself a much-needed shower and putting some of Lizzie's gross anchovy toast into my stomach, I decided to sit on our bed and call her. It's six now, so L.A. time it's..... ten in the morning. She'll probably be gardening, taking care of her little kiddos. She hates it when I call them that, but everyone knows she can be such a mom.

Okay, stop stalling, Robbie.

I unlock my phone and go to our text messages. My heart breaks a little looking at the last several texts I sent her. All left on DELIVERED.

I click on the call button, and to my surprise, I hear her angelic voice.

L: "Hello."

R: "Lizzie! Are you safe?"

L: "Yes, I am."

I can feel tension over the phone. I pause, thinking about how I want this conversation to continue.

R: "Lizzie I-."

L: "Why are you calling me?"

R: "Well, I haven't heard anything from you for three days, Lizzie. I was starting to get worried."

I hear Lizzie let out a heavy breath.

L: "Were you starting to get worried, or are you worried? There's a clear difference and let's not forget that you were the one that said you were having second thoughts and-"

She's right.

R: "Lizzie, I'm sorry. I know I hurt you, but that was not my intention-"

I hear Lizzie, and someone else starts laughing before Lizzie shushes whoever else is with her.

R: "Lizzie, are you laughing at me? Who are you with?"

L: "No, I'm not laughing at you, Robbie. Something funny just happened in front of me. Look, listen, I got to go. We can finish this talk later."

R: "Wait, Liz-"

L: "Alright."

R: "Elizabeth, I love you."

L: "Alright. See you later."

She didn't say it. The line goes dead. Once again, I'm left alone with my thoughts. I drop my phone onto our bed and begin dragging my feet into the kitchen. I grab the nearest bottle of brown bourbon, making a promise to myself to drink until I can't remember.

Y/N POV

I close the door to my apartment and lean my back against it. I let out the one squeal I've been holding in since she left me earlier. I know I shouldn't be freaking out. I mean, yes, it's a date, but it's not like a date date, right? We're just friends.

But she is insanely attractive, dresses so cool, her voice is soothing and cute, plus she makes me so comfortable and omg, I need to pick out an outfit! I sprint into my bedroom and rush head first into the closet.

"Now she said I don't have to wear anything too fancy, but what does that reallllly mean?"

I rip out half of my closet, searching for the perfect item, and after an hour, nothing calls to me. I flop myself onto the pile of clothes on my bed in frustration. Without realizing it, I begin to call my Mom.

M: "Y/N, are you alright?"

Y/N: "Yes, Mom, I'm fine. I just need some help."

M: "Some help? Help with what, darling?"

Y/N: "I'm going out with a friend tonight, and I have no idea what to wear!"

M: "This is what you called me about? Seriously?"

Y/N: "Yes, seriously, Mom. It's important, please!"

M: "Okay, Y/N."

Y/N: "Okay, let's switch to FaceTime."

M: "How do I do that again?"

After painfully walking my Mom through the simple steps of modern technology, she begins to help me. However, over a half hour later, I quickly realized that she has no idea how I dress and what looks good. So I'm sadly back to step one.

M: "Y/N."

Y/N: "Yes." I responded, frustrated.

M: "If you're going to continue having an attitude, I'll hang up. I raised you better than that."

I walk off screen to mock her and throw my hands up at her.

M: "Y/N?"

I walk back in frame so she can see me.

Y/N: "You're right. I'm sorry." I lie.

M: "That's okay. Now, what about the black piece under your Taylor Swift Cardigan?"

I look for what she is talking about. Oh, this! I pick it up and hold it up to the camera.

M: "What do you think?"

I do like it, but I don't think it's good enough for Liz, but she told me not to wear anything too fancy. So I guess this should be okay? Plus, it's black, and black looks good all the time, right? I'm so tired of looking at my clothes, so this will have to do.

Y/N: "I think it could work. Thank you, Mom!"

M: "Of course, dear. Y/N promise me you'll call soon so we can have an honest talk about your life.

No.

Y/N: I promise

M: Now go get ready!"

Y/N: "Okay. Bye, Mom! Love you!"

M: "Love you too."

After hanging up with my Mom, a rush of panic runs over me as I realize how many texts I've missed from Liz.

Liz - Sexy ☕️ Bitch

Today 1:13 PM

I hope whenever you see this, you enjoy the name 🤍

Today 2:07 PM

You haven't seen my text yet 🥺

Today 2:43 PM

Oh completely forgot to send the address for tonight, so here you go! I can't wait! (address attached)

Today 3:37 PM

Hey Y/N, did you make it home okay? Please text me when you see this.

Today 4:04 PM

Suppose you're having second thoughts about tonight. I'm sorry I feel like I'm pushing you. Please text me or call me, so I at least know you are safe, but if you don't want to, I can understand. I'm sorry.

Oh my God! I've had Liz worrying this whole time. And Jesus, she is so fucking cute with all these texts. But oh my God, I'm an asshole!

Today 4:14 PM

Hey, I am so sorry! Yes, I'm alive. I just saw these texts!!! I just got off the phone with my Mom. She was helping me pick out an outfit for our date! I'm so excited! I just clicked on the link, and it's somewhere I've never been to, so now I'm extra excited!

The link could've been to a fucking Mcdonald's, and I would've still said what I awkwardly said.

Oh shit, she's typing.

Today 4:14 PM

Y/N, omg, I'm so glad you're alright. I swear I was about to go search all over the city.

I'm so so so sorry for making you worry! Can you forgive me?

I'll think about it! Okay, I thought about it. Yeah, I forgive you lol

(Aww, that's cute. She still uses lol)

Whew, thank you, Liz

So do you like it?

Like what?

My name in your phone?

It's perfect.

😊 so you going to tell me what you're wearing tonight or is it a surprise?

Hmmmmmm A surprise But don't expect something crazy

😒 finneeee

Hey, I don't need any sas from you, Miss.

I'm glad you remembered Miss not Ma'am like a good girl. So I'll see you at 7. Don't be late

I practically throw my phone across the room after reading that last text! Good girl! Good girl, she said! She has to know what she's doing! Right? Fuck, this actually might be a date date! How me? Why me? Oh shit, I need to start getting ready NOW!

After giving myself the most needed shower in history, I sat on the floor debating on what shoes I wanted to pair with my black bishop sleeve dress. I think heels would work, but I hate wearing them, so I'm going to hedge my bet and wear my black vans to match. Liz did say it wasn't too fancy of a place!

I slip on the dress and walk into my bathroom to look myself over once more. Even before Naomi ruined me, I don't think I ever looked at myself more than I have tonight. It was not exactly easy when all you've been told is how unattractive you are and how lucky you should be that even be graced in the presence of someone who was supposed to love you no matter what.

I reach my hand out and touch the mirror of my hand. Yep this person looking back at me is me. Tonight I don't look at myself with hate and disgust. This is a moment I hope to save. I look down at my counter space and search through all my bathroom drawers and cabinets until I spot my make-up bag.

"Let's do this, huh?"

Liz POV

(What Liz is wearing tonight and awww, look cute, Aubrey)

"I should've just had someone pick her up. What was I thinking?" I look at my phone - 7:04. Where the hell is she? I run my hand through my hair. "Y/N would've told me if she was backing out. She's probably rushing to get here. I trust her." I put my head into my hands. My mind is spiraling into a panic, and the constant thoughts of the last three days don't help. But seeing and meeting Y/N has been a bright light. Literally, since I saw her that first day, I can't help but think of her being all cute while reading my order back to me. I feel drawn to her, and I can't explain it.

"Liz?"

I look up, and it's her. She's here!

"Y/N!" I walk up to her and hug her. I feel like I caught her off guard because the hug she gives me back isn't a full one. "You ready?"

"Yeah, sorry I'm a little late. I got turned around at one point, and........" I hear her, and I'm trying to process what she is saying, but it's slowly becoming gibberish as my eyes start wondering. Y/N is doing things to me right now. Who knew just a black dress and vans could look so good on someone. My eyes work back to her face and her cherry-red-covered lips. She's beautiful.

"Liz?" Y/N breaks my thoughts. "We going inside?" I nod, grab her hand, and head in. I make a beeline to the hostess. The hostess looks us up and down with a stank face. Bitch.

"Name?"

Now for my favorite part. "MK," I say in my most bitchy voice. I watch from the corner of my eye Y/N look at me, confused, before looking back to the hostess, flustered and embarrassed.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, Mar-MK. I didn't recognize you with your sunglasses on and your new friend. Please give me one moment." I watch her squirm and phone someone. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy this.

The hostess ends the call as a waiter dressed in all-white tux approaches.

"Walter will be taking care of the two of you tonight. Once again, MK, I apologize for my ignorance tonight. I hope you and your friend can forgive me." The pleads fall on deaf ears as I pull Y/N to follow Walter to our private table.

I look back at Y/N, who has a face painted with amazement. Everyone in this place screams money, and I feel a little regret bringing Y/N to such a place on the first date. Once we reach our table, I pull a chair out for Y/N. She thanks me as I take a seat opposite her. Before Walter can even ask, I answer. "Red." Walter nods his head and disappears.

"Okay, what the fuck was all of that!" I don't think I've ever heard anyone this giddy before. I smile and explain that I used my sister's name to get us a table here and that fucking with the snobby people is all good fun. Y/N laughs, and it warms my heart to see that after seeing how she was at the park. Walter returns with two glasses and a handpicked bottle of Red.

"For you and your friend."

"Thank you, Walter." I address the man but stare at Y/N as she ogles everything around her. She's so cute.

"I shall be back momentarily." Walter leaves us, allowing my date with Y/N to begin properly.

I grab my glass as Y/N follows suit. "To tonight and everything that comes with it." Y/N and I share a smile as we each take a sip.

Comfortable silence begins to build. I don't mind because it gives me time to get lost thinking about the woman in front of me.

"So, do you just wear those sunglasses all the time, or are you hiding something?" I smirk at her question. "And what if I am hiding something?" She leans in. "Then I'd like for you to share it with me." Okay, Liz, moment of truth. I feel my nerves working their way up my body. Y/N would've known by now. I don't want to brag, but I'm Elizabeth Olsen!

I remove my sunglasses and set them on the table. I look Y/N straight in her eyes. I watch them go from eager to wide. Oh no. This was a mistake. "Wow." Is all Y/N can manage to spurt out of her mouth. I panic. "I know, Y/N! I feel like I should've to-"

"Your eyes." I stop in my tracks. "What Y/N?"

"Your eyes are so beautiful." Is this happening? "I mean, now I can clearly see you. You are so beautiful, Liz, but your eyes are like hiding their own little emerald forest inside them. Wow." I feel the butterflies inside of me multiply.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry- I shouldn't-" Y/N's eyes divert to the wine glass and then back to me. "What did Walter put in this?" Y/N asks, taking another sip, causing me to hunch over laughing. "Walter sure knows how to pick them, huh?" I respond, watching Y/N giggle to herself. Okay. So she really has no idea who I am.

"So the whole point of this dinner was to get to know each other. So let's start." I don't want to waste any more time. I want to know Y/N.

"Okay, I'll try not to struggle, but no promises, Liz." Y/N gives a half-hearted smile. She seems to get nervous when attention is shown her way. Or maybe it's just me? "Y/N, I just want you to know tonight is supposed to be fun, so there is no pressure here. Tell me if we get onto a topic you don't feel comfortable with. Okay?" I assure her. Y/N shines me a smile that could light up the world till the end of time. "Thank you, Liz."

"Of course. Let's each take a big sip of this wine, and then I'll ask a question." Without another word, a chug of wine goes down my throat. Y/N once again follows suit.

Part 4

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pcarlescent · 20 days ago

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independent, private, highly selective multimuse blog featuring canon divergent & original characters from ANIMATION, FAIRYTALES, GREEK MYTHOS & FANDOMLESS. manifested by ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻᧁׁ, she / her. twenty-nine. est 2024. 21+ minors DNI. dark themes will be present. heavy focus on romance..

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𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻.

diamond bordeaux. new york heiress, socialite. twenty-six years old. ( grace van dien. )

lilly knight. fashion intern. twenty-eight. ( genevieve angelson. )

valentina adams. london socialite. fourty-five. ( kelly reilly. )

clara yorkshire. ballet dancer. twenty-four. ( ashley moore. )

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 / 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹.

odile la'nuit. the black swan. twenty-eight. ( kaya scodelario. )

venus. siren princess. immortal. ( avantika vandanapu. )

aurelia. mermaid princess. immortal. ( fc tba )

𝗺𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀.

aphrodite. goddess of love. headcanon based. immortal. ( kate winslet. )

hebe. goddess of youth. headcanon based. immortal. ( ellie bamber. )

persephone. goddess of spring, queen of the underworld. headcanon based. immortal. ( elizabeth olsen. )

athena. goddess of wisdom. headcanon based. immortal. ( brandy norwood. )

𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹.

evangeline del monaco. fallen angel. immortal. ( jessica alexander. )

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scarlett walsh, disney oc, the iron princess. twenty. ( dove cameron ) formerly at ironprinccss, see carrd for character info.

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loverliner · 2 years ago

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yn being a swiftie for (almost) 7 minutes straight (ft. the marvel cast)

warnings: none

summary: exactly what the title says

pairings: marvel cast x reader (platonic), taylor swift x reader (platonic)

MASTERLIST

press tours were hard. long hours of sitting, smiling and answering the same four questions can get tiring.

so after a long day of interviews, you were looking forward to just relaxing.

of course by relaxing you meant lying in your hotel bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media.

you turned on your phone to find a text message from none other than olivia rodrigo, it was a link to a youtube video.

yn being a swiftie for (almost) 7 minutes straight (ft. the marvel cast)

you laughed and clicked on it.

the familiar wii theme song played and the words, 'yn being a swiftie for (almost) 7 minutes straight (ft. the marvel cast)' appeared on the screen.

cut

the first clip was from a panel with the whole cast, you were sitting in between tom holland and elizabeth olsen.

"hi," a girl with bright blue hair, whispered into the mic, giggling nervously, "umm, my name is kayla and my question is for yn,"

you nodded and smiled.

"go ahead kayla, love your hair by the way," you said,

kayla giggled more at the remark, smiling shyly.

“well, i saw the interview you did a couple months ago, where you shut down a sexist interviewer and you do that a lot and i was just wondering if you ever felt guilty? or unsure?”

"oh, good question,” you said, taking a quick sip of your water, “i don't really feel guilty because, honestly, if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing.”

the audience cheered, getting the reference.

the camera panned to the rest of the cast looking confused, with the exception tom (holland), elizabeth olsen and sebastian stan who had grown used to your references.

cut

the next couple of clips were from an interview you did with ELLE a couple months ago, more specifically song association.

"i’m really nervous, because i sing a song everytime i hear a word that’s in it but i’m not so great under pressure," you said, “i think my goal is to not just sing taylor swift.”

cut

the word, 'blame' appeared on the screen.

"oh, easy," you said, jokingly flipping your hair, "don’t blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right,"

"don’t blame me, taylor swift,"

cut

the next word was, 'king,'

"oh god, why can I only think of taylor swift lyrics," You said, "whatever, it’s fine."

"all the king's horses, all the king's men, couldn't put me together again," you sang, "the archer, again taylor swift,"

“i feel so attached to that song specifically because it came out right before i released my debut album and it came out at a time where i was worried i wouldn’t be taken seriously as an actor or a singer if i did both,” yn said, “anyway, bottom line is taylor swift gets it,”

cut

the next word was, "shirt,"

"after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone,"

"all too well, but specially the ten minute sad girl autumn version because i’ve been really obsessed with that lately,"

cut

you were sitting sandwiched between anthony and sebastian in a interview.

“also, yn, i’ve heard you’re a fan of taylor swift?”

“fan is such an understatement, she would kill us all no questions asked if taylor asked,” you swatted anthony’s arm causing the interviewer to laugh.

“do you have a favourite album?”

yn’s face lit up immediately.

sebastian and anthony groaned.

"oh no, we're going to be here for hours,"

"screw hours, we're going to be here for days,"

the video sped up as soon as yn started talking, making her voice sound like a chipmunk and after a couple of seconds, it was back to normal.

“the thing is, i’ve never really liked red as much as the other ones - i know, you should kill me - but that was until taylor’s version came out! i’ve always loved all too well but the 10 minute version is just-”

the video sped up again.

“and folklore is my everything. i would sell my soul to hear the entire thing again for the first time. there’s something about the opening beats of ‘peace’ that just- and this is me trying! don’t even get me started-”

"oh! but evermore-”

the video sped up again.

at this point, anthony and sebastian just looked so done.

“lover is just so everything though. it makes me sob and laugh at the same time i can’t explain it,”

“i can, it’s called being unhinged.” sebastian said.

you ignored him, “and i had a whole phase where i got really into origami just so i could make little paper rings - i bought so much origami paper.”

“that’s true, she handed them out on set,” sebastian said, nodding to confirm her story, “i still have mine, it’s squished a little in my wallet.”

“the kids have theirs on their shelves, it’s so cute,” anthony added.

cut

the next clip was from an interview where you played with puppies.

“i might start crying, they’re just so cute.” you gushed, playing with a small golden retriever that made it’s way towards you, “hi baby.”

‘in your opinion, who is the greatest lyricist of all time’

“i’m very lucky, i grew up with so many incredible lyricists like lana del rey and any winehouse, but to me, it will always be taylor swift because i don’t know any other artist who so perfectly captures the experience of girlhood to womanhood,” you said, looking down at the puppies on your lap,

“like, ‘you call me up again, just to break me like a promise’,” you clutched your heart dramatically, “like who writes that? who hurt her?”

“just kidding,” you said, staring down at the puppies, “i know it was jake gyllenhaal,”

cut

“what is one thing that annoys you?” the interviewer asked you,

“probably when people put artists - mostly female - into one box, for example taylor swift. everyone’s always talking about how she only writes about love and breakups when she’s written so many others. like ‘this is me trying’, ‘cowboy like me’, ‘the lucky one’, ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’, ‘the last great american dynasty’, ‘long live’ - the list goes on,”

cut

“what is your motto in life?” another interviewer asked,

“swiftie first, human second” you answered,

cut

“you’re quite close with your marvel cast, besides them, who would you say your closest friends are?”

“i’d say, music industry-wise, i’m really close with conan gray and olivia rodrigo,” you added, “especially because they really get me with the taylor obsession.”

“i’m also really good friends with gracie abrams, she opened for me on tour and i just love her so much.”

cut

it was a clip from your tiktok, a video of you, conan and olivia jumping on a bed, screaming the lyrics to ‘all too well’ (10 minute version).

“i’ll get older but your lovers stay my age!” you all yelled in somewhat unison.

the video showed a screenshot of taylor’s comment: “my children 🥺”

cut

the next clip was a video of your instagram story from when evermore was released, it was a cover of you singing champagne problems.

cut

“you actually met taylor recently at the VMA’s right?” an interviewer asked over zoom,

“yes i did,” you said excitedly, “i was just so starstruck, i may have blacked out for most of it.”

“oh i bet!” the interviewer agrees.

“she gave me her snake ring from the ‘look what you made me do’ music video from the reputation era,” you said, showing off your hand to the camera, “i will literally never take this off. i’m so serious.”

the interviewer, “and how did you react to the sudden album announcement.”

“i’m not even joking, i screamed very loud.”

cut

“what was your first favourite song?” an interviewer off screen asked you,

“i’m pretty sure it was either ‘you’re so vain’ by carly simon or ‘picture to burn’ by dr. taylor alison swift.”

“slight tangent but ‘folklore’ and ‘evermore’ may be sister albums, but ‘lover’ and ‘rep’ are definitely dating.”

end of video.

recommended:

yn yln and olivia rodrigo being best friends for 5 minutes straight

tom holland and yn yln proving true love is real for 8 minutes straight

taylor swift announces new album “midnights” at VMA’s

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user104 omg she’s one of us

user37 she’s so cute

user12 her acknowledgment of Evermore is well appreciated

user13 her friendship with olivia!!

user48 i’m a lover x rep believer

user2 yn wearing the ring in her most recent photoshoot!! she was so serious about not taking it off

user111 imagine if yn, gracie and olivia opened for taylor swift

user99 the jake slander is so real

#marvel cast x reader platonic #marvel cast x reader #taylor swift x reader #taylor swift x reader platonic #taylor swift #swiftie!y/n #swiftie!reader

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royaltyofmultifandom · 3 years ago

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I can do it better - Chapter Four // Elizabeth Olsen

Summary: Lizzie and reader have been dating for a couple years now. Reader comes across Lizzie’s movie In Secret and insists they watch it. Whilst watching Reader suggests that they recreate Lizzie’s sex scenes to which, Lizzie agrees eagerly.

Warnings: Heavy Smut! (18+) MINORS DON’T INTERACT, swearing, explicit language, fingering, oral (fem receiving and giving), face-riding, edging, squirting, strap on, praise, begging and I think that’s it but do let me know if I miss anything!

Words: 3,827

A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry this chapter is a week late my schedule got super hectic. But this one is a long one so hopefully that makes up for it. Anyway as always thank you for the support and don’t forget to let me know what you think, enjoy.

MASTERLIST // Join my Taglist! // Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 ,Chapter 4, Chapter 5

It’s been about a month and a half since your raunchy picnic with Lizzie and it’s safe to say you miss her like crazy.

You kept your promise and have been facetiming Lizzie every night after you finished work. Thankfully, where Lizzie was filming it was only three hours ahead as she was in Toronto at the moment.

It hasn’t been easy being away from Lizzie but you know you have to keep up the front for Lizzie as she often gets upset when one of you has to hang up. Each day you wake up and go to work walking mindlessly around holding on to the excitement that you will be talking to her once you get home. Life without Lizzie being here feels empty and it doesn’t get any easier knowing she will be gone for a while.

It’s been a particularly long and difficult day at the office due to a delicate case you are representing. You groan at the throbbing headache that was developing beneath your temples, normally when you get home Lizzie would press soft kisses to your head until it was better.

When you arrive home you open the door with your keys and lock it behind you again, you’ve always been paranoid about intruders. Once in the apartment you hang your coat up and dump the rest of your stuff in a heap next to the door and collapse onto the couch. You give yourself a few minutes to close your eyes as you wince, brows furrowed tight with pain, before pulling out your phone with a smile as you try to facetime Lizzie.

After a few rings the call fails and you furrow your brows and tilt your head quizzically as she normally picks up immediately on the first ring. You shrug, deciding to try again but as you do a text message from Lizzie pops up on your phone so you open it.

Lizzie:

Hey bubs! I’m really sorry but I have to film a scene just now, can we talk later? I love you x

Y/n:

Okay baby. I really miss you x

Lizzie:

Are you okay, my love?x

Y/n:

Yeah, today was just rough. Talk soon, love you too baby x

You sigh as tears start to form in your eyes, you take a deep breath and blow it out shakily trying to stop yourself from crying. It’s times like this you just need your love, you sigh and let your head drop into your hands. You decide to make yourself a meal to try and lift your spirits and decide on your family’s famous chilli recipe. You start the prep and open a can of chopped tomatoes and it sprays everywhere on your white work blouse. Your demeanor changes instantly and you slouch in defeat as you finish putting all the ingredients in one pot and letting it simmer. This day could not get any worse

You walk to your bedroom and decide to change into one of Lizzie’s sleeping tops and some sweats. You begrudgingly let a few tears fall down your cheeks and quickly wipe them away.

So lost in your own sad thoughts, you don’t hear the front door unlock or Lizzie calling out for you softly. Unbeknownst to you, Lizzie decided to come and visit you after her director took pity on her and let her come home for a week’s visit. Lizzie checks the chilli on the stove and turns it off before placing her bags on the floor and heading to the bedroom to seek you out.

You hear your bedroom door creak and whip around to see what it is and there you see her, Lizzie standing there smiling at you. “Hi bubs” she giggles at your mouth agape. “Hi baby” you breathe in disbelief and delight all at once. You note Lizzie’s seductive gaze as she undresses you with her now dark eyes instead of her usual radiant green. Seeing her in a blue shirt and jeans you realise how your mood instantly improves and you decide to recreate a scene you have been fantasising about since she left.

“Unbutton your blouse” you demand and Lizzie’s eyes dilate further in arousal as she knows what is about to happen next. Truth is she had also been fantasising about the next scene, what it would be, how it would occur and your touch. You can tell by glancing at Lizzie that she wants you and she wants you now.

“We don’t have time” she answers, looking you right in the eye. You gaze into her eyes, then move your gaze to her lips, down to her breasts and back up to her eyes as you bite down on your lip slightly. Lizzie looks at you with pure want and instantly starts to unbutton her shirt quickly letting it fall undone on her body.

You stride over to her and place your hand on the back of her neck and pull her firmly against your lips. You kiss her deeply as if it is the first time the two of you have kissed, similar to the movie, as she sighs deeply into your mouth. Your lips move against her’s, stilling briefly before nudging her mouth open wider with a brush of your top lip as her breaths become more laboured. You quickly insert your tongue into her mouth and she moans softly once your tongues meet as you hold her shirt open.

Lizzie groans as you move; you pull away abruptly and hungrily drag your lips to her collarbone and start biting down harshly on her skin, marking her, before soothing the bites over with your tongue. You lead your open mouthed kisses alternating between sucking and biting down on the swell of her breasts, hearing her moan at every kiss and bite. Lizzie tilts her head to the side allowing you greater access to her neck, making it easier for you to bite down on and soothe with your wet tongue. You nibble once more on the swell of Lizzie’s left breast as you hear her pants in your ear, only spurring you on and adding to the heat growing between your own legs. You move your bites to her neck this time biting her softer “am I hurting you?” you ask whilst smirking into her neck. “Yes” she gasps, breathing heavily into your ear as she moans sinfully.

Lizzie scrunches her eyes closed in pure pleasure as you attack the swell of her breasts once more “Don’t move” you say to which she replies Therese’s line in the scene “Don’t make a sound..keep quiet” she husks. You bring your mouth back up to meet her’s and you instantly allow her tongue access, your tongues roll over one another, as she brings her hand to caress the back of your neck. You turn the two of you around and set her down on the seat against the window just like the movie and you feel yourself getting wetter at the thought of someone seeing the two of you. You sink down onto your knees so you are level with her.

Lizzie pulls away, your lips chasing her, and glances out the window briefly before capturing you in a bruising kiss once again. Lizzie sucks in your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs at it harshly before letting it go as you push off her open shirt, allowing it to fall to the ground. You pull away for oxygen and move your kisses down her jawline onto her neck and up to the shell of her ear “been waiting to fuck you baby, no need to hide your moans. I want to hear that filthy mouth of yours, crying out my name as I watch the orgasm I gave you rip through you” you purr in her ear, letting your breath tickling her ear.

“Mhmm y/n please fuck me” she begs. You smirk against her skin as you pull back and reach your hands behind her back and unclasp her bra allowing her perky tits to break free of the restricting material. You whimper at the sight of her full breasts, oh god how you’ve missed her breasts, as your hands roam over them and down her sides. Once out of your lustful haze, you place soft kisses across both of her breasts before taking one of her hardened nipples in your mouth as you swirl your tongue around it. Lizzie groans as your teeth graze against her nipple before sucking on it whilst massaging the other breast.

As you get lost in Lizzie’s breasts your hands slide down her body as you caress and pinch slightly at her waist before unbuttoning her jeans. You pull away from her breasts as you tug down her jeans and panties in one go, completely exposing her dripping pussy to you. Lizzie bites down on her bottom lip in anticipation bucking into the air trying to find something to connect with to give her what she desperately needs. You take in your girlfriend’s needy appearance as her cheeks are flushed red, her hair messy with strands falling across her face, beads of sweat along her hairline as you take in her heaving chest as she whimpers for your touch. You then slide your hands up her legs until you reach her inner thighs where you nip her with your teeth as she bucks her hips up looking for the slightest touch.

You play around with her folds, coating your fingers, as you hear her breath hitch at the sudden touch where she needs you the most. “So wet baby. Is this all for me? Who makes you this wet baby?” you taunt. Lizzie’s gutteral moans get louder as she bucks her hips up against your fingers “oh god, you do y/n. O-only yo-u” she stutters as you start rubbing her clit in agonisingly slow circles. You place soft kisses to her stomach as she places her legs over your shoulders. Your kisses get lower as you start rubbing her clit faster “tell me what you want Lizzie” as you blow directly on to her swollen clit as her body jerks against the sensation. “I want your fingers bubs, then I want to ride that pretty little face of yours” she pleads and you smirk against her inner thigh getting turned on by your baby’s words.

After all, who were you to deny her.

You pinch her clit as you hear her moans slip past her lips as she squirms underneath you as the pain turns into pleasure. You smirk when you see Lizzie’s juices weeping out of her pussy and trail down her thighs. Deciding you have worked her up enough you thrust two fingers deep into her entrance as your thumb rubs over her clit. Lizzie’s hands tangle themselves in your hair, pulling slightly, as she brings you head up to her lips as your hands work at her core her moans and whimpers echoing through the whole bedroom loudly which you muffle with your own mouth. You break from the kiss and take her nipple in your mouth again, grazing it with your teeth as you curl your fingers so you hit Lizzie’s sweet spot.

Lizzie’s hips start bucking uncontrollably trying to chase her high, you hold her hips down with your free hand and add a third digit deep into her pussy and increase the speed of the thrusts, just the way she likes. You relish in the sounds she is making combined with the sinful squelching noises coming from her wet pussy. “Oh god Y/N, don’t stop please don’t stop” she mewls spurring you on. You feel her walls tighten against your digit as you curl them once more in a beckoning motion that hits her sweet spot as your thumb picks up speed in your circular motions against her clit.

“Cum for me baby” you demand huskily in her ear and with that Lizzie cums hard, coating your hand, as she jerks forward “Oh god, oh god. Y-Y/n” she cries out as you hold her legs to steady her and continue moving your fingers inside of her until she calms down. “That’s it baby, good girl. Such a good girl cumming all over my fingers like that” you coo as you remove your fingers and lick them clean before leaning into Lizzie’s lips. She cups your cheeks as the two of you share a slow and passionate kiss as she tastes herself on your tongue.

Lizzie pulls away and looks at you with her once again darkened irises. “Strip for me baby” she husks. You feel your own desire building. You stand up and slowly pull off your top letting Lizzie see your bare chest from not wearing a bra underneath. Lizzie runs her tongue across her lips in anticipation as she eyes your breasts. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from her sultry gaze and from staring at those full lips. You continue undressing and pull your sweats down slowly before stepping out of them now only in your panties when you see Lizzie biting her bottom lip harshly, biting back a moan. Then finally you slip your lace panties down your legs feeling how soaked they are.

Lizzie snaps and stands up fast and strides over to you and pulls you against her lips in a crushing kiss. She swipes her tongue against your bottom lip and you grant her tongue access as your tongues roll over each other before she brings your tongue between her lips and sucks slowly. You moan at the sensation as she lets your tongue go and bites your bottom lip harshly, almost drawing blood. She pulls away from the kiss and leans her forehead against yours placing a soft kiss, quite a contrast from her earlier kisses, against your forehead sighing contentedly.

“God, I’ve missed you baby” she chuckles, slightly shaking her head in disbelief that she is in front of you right now. Lizzie attaches her lips to yours once more, moving her lips languidly as she moves you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed. You crawl backwards further up the bed as Lizzie crawls towards you seductively, maintaining eye contact. She looks utterly ethereal as you see her breasts bounce at every movement towards you biting her lip in a way she knows drives you crazy.

Your head hits the soft pillows as Lizzie climbs up to meet you straddling your waist. You run your hands up her sides and massage her breasts, kneading them softly as she tilts her head back in satisfaction. Before you can lean up to kiss them, she places a hand on your chest and pushes you against the mattress. She splays her hands against your chest and moves them to your breasts, her fingers exploring every inch of them. She leans down and takes your nipple in her mouth slowly licking and sucking on it before moving her attention to your other nipple as her hands run down your stomach. Her tongue flicking over your hardened nipple.

Lizzie pulls away and attaches her lips to your neck as you tilt your head back further into the pillow allowing her easier access. She sucks your neck skin into her mouth and bites down as you moan at the sensation, she continues sucking and biting up your neck until she reaches your earlobe. She pulls your earlobe into her mouth between her teeth and gives it a tug, you arch your back pushing yourself against her naked body hoping to find any sort of friction. “You want me to touch you bubs? Want me to make you cum?” she taunts as her breath fans over your ear making you shiver. You nod your head desperately not trusting yourself to form any coherent words. “I will baby, but first I believe we agreed I get to ride that pretty little face of yours” she husks.

You feel Lizzie switch her position so that she is just straddling one of your thighs and starts to move against it. “Fuck Lizzie, you’re making such a mess all over my thigh” you groan tensing you thigh allowing Lizzie the friction she needs. You grip her hips helping her grind against your thigh before she kneels above you “Lie down baby, I want to fuck your face. Don’t let a single drop of my cum go to waste and maybe I’ll give you what you need”. You whimper as you lie down and glance at the juices she has left behind on your thigh.

Lizzie crawls up so she can hover over your head, straddling your face. You glance up and see how wet Lizzie is along with a glimpse of her breasts. Lizzie lowers herself onto your face as you feel her juices coat your mouth and nose. You moan against her core and Lizzie rubs her pussy against you in response. You hook your arms around Lizzie’s thighs and get to work licking and sucking at her pussy. Lizzie grabs on to your hair and tugs making you moan into her core sending vibrations against it.

It doesn’t take you long with your tongue in Lizzie’s entrance and Lizzie grinding against your face until Lizzie cums. “Fuck y/n, so good. I-I’m cumming” she moans as you feel her cum flood against your tongue and across your cheeks as you lap up every bit.

Lizzie climbs off of you and wastes no time in running her fingers through your now soaking folds. “So wet for me Y/n huh” “Yes, please make me cum Lizzie” you plead. Lizzie runs her fingers over your clit as she leans up to your lips “now now now, baby I just want to see how much you’ve really missed me. Don’t worry bubs you’ll get to cum but first I wanna have some of my own fun with you” she purrs as her lips ghost over yours.

You whine as you buck against her fingers exploring your folds. Without any warning Lizzie thrusts two fingers into your eager entrance as she attaches her mouth to your swollen clit. You let out a string of moans as your breaths start to become laboured, you feel your orgasm approaching, as you clench around her fingers, and just as you are about to cum Lizzie pulls away completely.

You thrust your hips upwards trying to chase her now absent fingers “Lizzie p-please, I need to come” you beg. “Soon baby, very soon” she replies as she thrusts her fingers back into your needy pussy feeling you pulsating against her fingers as you near yet another orgasm. However, just as before Lizzie pulls away despite the pleas and whimpers escaping your mouth. She continues edging you another three times until your arousal is dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets.

You groan and throw your head back in frustration when Lizzie removes herself off of you completely and disappears into the closet. Your chest heaves, you are covered in sweat and all you can focus on is how much you need to cum.

Then Lizzie comes back with her favourite strap and some lube. “Are you ready to take my cock baby? Ready for me to fuck that needy pussy of yours?” she taunts. “Yes Lizzie, oh god yes. Please fuck me, make me cum baby” you beg. Lizzie puts on the strap and settles between your legs as she applies some lube onto her cock to help you take it.

Lizzie rubs the tip of her cock against your clit and then moves it down to tease your entrance. You buck against her in a whimpering mess, tears pooling in your eyes from being denied for so long. Lizzie thrusts her length into your entrance roughly until she bottoms out “Oh god f-fuck Lizzie, feels so good” you stutter. Lizzie wastes no time and begins thrusting deep and hard into your pussy as you feel every inch of her cock. You let out a string of the most sinful moans as you keep yelling out her name.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip onto the sheets for anything to ground yourself as the headboard hits against the wall with the pure force of Lizzie’s thrusts. Lizzie continues fucking you hungrily as leans forward and starts biting and sucking your neck and collarbone. You feel Lizzie’s breasts move against yours as she is fully pressed into you as she thrusts, just adding to the incredible sensation.

Your legs start to quake as you feel your orgasm arriving fast “God I missed your whorish moans whilst I destroy your pussy with my cock bubs. I want you to cum all over my cock can you do that baby?” you nod “Ye-yes baby”. Lizzie rubs your swollen clit in fast circular motions whilst maintaining her deep and fast thrusts and soon enough your walls tighten against her cock. Your whole body trembles as you fall off the edge and a gush of liquid comes out of your pussy drenching Lizzie’s cock.

Lizzie pushes your hair back out of your face whilst placing soft kisses to your head as she gently pulls out, some of your juices squirting onto the sheets. You whimper at the loss.

Lizzie removes the strap and disappears, coming back with a wet towel to clean you up. She throws them to the side and climbs underneath the covers and pulls you into her chest to cuddle. You sigh in contentment as you feel Lizzie place soft kisses all over the crown of your head, forehead and temples.

“I’ve never been more glad to have you home Lizzie. I really needed you today” you let all of your emotions from your bad day along with your come down flood through you and sob into Lizzies neck.

“Shh, it’s okay bubs. I’m here you can tell me what's wrong” she coos tracing soft patterns on your skin to calm you down. She kisses your tears off your cheeks. You offload how bad your day has been, your headache and how much you’ve missed her.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. It’s okay, I love you and I’m here now. I never want you to hide how much you struggle with me away, okay? I know I find it hard but we need to support, love and be honest with each other on how we are feeling. Promise me from now on you’ll let me into your struggles because I am so in love with you Y/N L/N” she says as she cups your chin and brings you to look into her now green eyes.

You nod “I promise, I love you so much Elizabeth Chase Olsen” and you lean up to capture her lips in a soft chaste kiss. You spend the rest of your night cuddled up in bed sharing soft kisses and watching bad trash tv.

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love outside the screen II (Special)

Gif is not mine, and honestly I think I fell more in love with her when I saw it.

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Notes: Many people have asked me to continue this work, and here I am, releasing a special part. There will probably be a third part, but I wanted to share these new moments that I wrote. Let me know if you want more, or this was enough. Also, sorry for any typos, translating is a pain.

Words: 8.562k (This chapter) // Complete Work on AO3

Warnings: Smut is here guys. Dom!Reader, brief/slightly mention of slapping during seggs, sub!lizzie, kissing, teasing, fluff.

Marks: @abimess @mionemymind @the-havana-club

Link for part One || Part Three

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Present

You had a mild migraine.

Your phone had been buzzing with new notifications for the last few hours, and you had just been approached by about ten very insistent journalists as you walked towards the Marvel studios.

It had been two days since you and your wife, Elizabeth Olsen, announced to the world that you two were married, and well, things have taken on a significant proportion in this period. You were both still slightly startled by the giant air balloon that came circling near the Hollywood sign with your ship name and a heart that had the phrase "it's finally canon" on it.

The only notification you read was a message from Lizzie with a heart emoji, wishing you good luck at your meeting, which has already improved your day considerably.

- You are here, great. - Said James Gunn, as soon as his secretary took you into his office. He looked excited. - I have news about your contract.

You tried not to look so anxious as you entered the room, and smiled at the Russian brothers, who were already inside.

After they greeted you, you sat down in the empty chair.

- Before we start, I wanted to congratulate you on the wedding, my wife was so happy when you announced it on Jimmy's show. - Anthony Russo exclaimed with a smile, and you felt your cheeks flush, but thanked him.

- Well, as you know, your character is technically officially dead now. - Joe said, and you nodded. - But, now we have the White Vision. And there are other projects in which your character will appear again, mainly in the Doctor Strange movies.

You blink in surprise.

- That's great, actually. - You say. - I was beginning to think I would be fired.

The men laughs.

- Believe me, we still have many plans for the Vision. - Joe comments. - By the way, now that you and Lizzie are officially America's power couple, any mention of Wanda and Vision will be great for business.

You swallow dryly, uncomfortable with where the conversation is going. You had no intention of using your relationship to make money. But the Russo Brothers quickly change the subject, starting to explain what the future plans are for your character in the MCU, and you are excited to learn that you will be participating in the next Doctor Strange, working with Lizzie again.

As you leave the office, you ask Lizzie if she would like you to bring something for dinner.

Eight years ago

Although you have done it so many times before, you are still nervous as you wait your turn at the audition for the role of Vision in Avengers.

You text Sara, your agent, to confirm that you had arrived a few minutes ago, and she sends you a "good luck, you can do it" text.

In the end, Sara was right. You read the text as rehearsed, and the interviewers were pleased with your performance. You made it through the initial assessment, and they were excited to work with you. But you had to pass the chemistry test with your romantic partner, so you would be back the next day.

It was Tuesday, and you were up early, too anxious to do a good job. After getting ready, in a comfortable outfit for the auditions, you had coffee at your favorite bistro, and drove to the building where the auditions were being held.

Mentally going over your lines, you got distracted, and as you entered the building you bumped into someone.

- Damn, I'm so sorry! - You asked worriedly, looking at the state of the blouse of the girl you had bumped into. You had hit the coffee she was carrying with your hand and now there was a stain on her clothes. She didn't look angry though, the emerald orbs looking at you in surprise. You were relieved to know that it was iced coffee.

- No problem. - She comments, shaking her arm to clean the drink. - I hope the producers don't mind.

- My god you have an audition? - You asked feeling very guilty, but the girl laughed at your expression, assuring you that it was no problem. - No way! Wait here, I have a change of clothes in my car.

You hurried back to your vehicle, and grabbed the sweatshirt set that you always kept with you. Then you went back to the girl, and signaled for you two to find a restroom. She seemed surprised by your willingness to help, but smiled. In the end, you gave her the shirt you were wearing while changing for your sweatshirt.

- Hey, I think we're decent. - You comment smiling at yours reflection in the bathroom mirror, and the girl laughs as she puts the stained clothes in a bag.

- You really didn't have to do all that. - She says as you leave the bathroom, and you shrug.

- No, it was my fault. I spilled the coffee. - You retort. - And besides, I'd hate to have an audition with a stain on my clothes.

The girl laughs, shaking her head.

- Actually, I don't have an audition. - She clarifies. - I'm just here for a final adjustment.

- Oh, right. - You say. - Still, it was no problem at all. You can also keep the shirt on if you want.

- What? No, that's asking too much. - She refuses, smiling. - I think I'll be there for a while, but I can leave it at reception if I don't see you again.

- Okay then. - You accept, putting your hands in your pockets. You stare at her for a second, finding her very nice, and then blink, remembering your appointment. - Eh, I guess that's it. Good luck on your non-audition.

The woman laughs nodding her head before wishing the same for you. You think you are smiling even after she leaves, but then you reach for your watch and head back to the reception desk, trying to figure out where your chemistry test is going to take place.

Fifteen minutes later you are directed to a room, and you let out a surprised expression when you find the same woman as before sitting in the armchair next to the Russo brothers.

She looked in your direction as surprised as you were. You gave her a little smile that said " that's weird".

- I'm glad you had no trouble getting here. - Said Joe, smiling and greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. - I want you to meet Elizabeth Olsen, she's Wanda Maximoff in the franchise.

- Hey. - You greet her with a kiss on the cheek, and she smiles awkwardly.

- Hello again. - She says softly in a playful tone and you smile, pulling away.

- We're on a tight schedule, so let's get started. - announced Russo next. You both nodded.

Elizabeth was impressively easy to act with. It was like talking to a friend. The Russos tried out several different scenes, and you were so completely involved that they had to say cut a few more times to get you two to listen. And then you were laughing together, as if you had known each other for years.

When you finished, the brothers had happy expressions on their faces.

- How did you do that? - he asks, laughing lightly. - We had already tested some actresses, but none came out this naturally.

You shifted the weight of your feet, slightly embarrassed. Elizabeth laughs.

- Well, technically we've already met. - She says, and Joe looks at her curiously. - She sort of spilled iced coffee on me.

Joe laughs.

- Wow, I guess we'll use that as a technique then. - he jokes. - Have the actors knock each other over with drinks before the auditions.

- Oh, you'll get a reaction out of them I'm sure. - You complete with mild irony, making him laugh.

- Anyway, thank you very much for today, girls. - He says straightening his posture. - I think we can make it official with your agent, Y/N. Oh, and welcome to the Avengers.

He smiles, hugging you. And then Anthony does the same. You hesitate slightly before hugging Elizabeth, but you do, and ignore the nervous feeling that settles in your stomach.

As you are driving home, there is a notification from Sara saying "congratulations, you are officially a futuristic lesbian”.

Present

You stumbled into the house as you responded to Lizzie’s passionate kiss.

You had just returned from dinner, between giggles and stolen glances, you noticed the tension building as you drove home, and her hand kept stroking your thigh. As soon as you opened the door, and gave her room to enter, Lizzie dropped her purse on the floor and brought her hands to your shoulders, kissing you hard.

- I've missed you. - She remarked breathlessly when you parted your mouth to take off your jacket. You laughed lightly.

- You saw me this morning. - You teased before kissing her again.

And then you let your tongue wander over her bottom lip, begging for passage, and Lizzie smiled lightly against the kiss, sighing when she felt your tongue on hers. You felt a familiar warmth at the pit of your stomach, and tried to keep some clarity in your thoughts to at least make it to the bedroom, but your wife was absolutely breathtaking. When she slipped her hand into your pants, you let out a surprised exclamation.

- Wow, are you in a hurry darling? - you joked, making her smile and flush. But then she was twiddling her fingers, and you couldn't say anything else.

Many hours later, you awoke to the sound of your mobile ringing. At some point, you and Lizzie had taken the playful mess into the bedroom, and she was peacefully sleeping next to you in your bed. You grumbled lightly, scrambling upright on the bed with the minimum of fuss to reach the device lying on the floor in your pants pocket.

- Yes? - You answered as soon as you reached it, getting up so that the noise wouldn't wake Lizzie.

- Sorry about the time. - asked your agent's voice on the other end of the line. You ran your hand over your face, trying to wake up. - But it just happened, and I wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. You quickly put on a T-shirt as you stumbled out of the room.

- What is it Sara? - You asked walking downstairs, slightly concerned by the seriousness of your agent's voice.

- Just... don't get so angry, okay? I can work around it. - She says and then there is a notification noise and you pull the phone away from your ear to read what she had sent you. When you open the attachment, a news report appears on the screen.

The report was about an interviewer giving homophobic statements publicly and live on television, insinuating that you, due to your already known history of queer roles on television, were contaminating the Marvel environment and tarnishing the legacy of the company. It also had very negative comments about your relationship with Lizzie, and how you led her down a path of no return.

Sara had to call your name twice for you to ignore the boiling anger in your chest and put the phone back to your ear.

- What the fuck is this? - You grunted with anger.

- I know it's horrible, but it happened tonight on channel 32. - Sara explains with annoyance in her voice. - Your lawyers are already involved and...

- I don't care what he said about me. - You retort, clenching your fingers on your forehead and closing your eyes. - I just... I don't want Lizzie to be upset about it.

- Look, I'm not going to get involved in your relationship, but... - Sara paused, probably thinking of the right words. - You both knew what a public relationship meant. It is not your obligation to protect her from these rumors.

- I'm happy to do that, Sara. - You retort, slightly irritated. - If I have to take all the hate, I'll carry it. Lizzie doesn't deserve that.

- No one deserves it. - She says and you hear noises in the background. - I have to go, but I want you to be sure to share things with your wife. I don't want to do divorce papers.

- Good night, Sara. - You answer impatiently, then hang up.

You decide to make yourself something hot to drink, and head toward the kitchen, hoping that your problems won't be so overwhelming in the morning.

Seven years ago

It was already your last week of recording Age of Ultron at Marvel Studios, and after a particularly exhausting day of action scenes, you dragged yourself back to your dressing room, shortly after waving goodbye to Chris and Scarllet.

You had met the other cast and crew members a few weeks ago, and they had been recording together for many months. Everyone was absolutely amazing, but you couldn't help thinking that your favorite person was Elizabeth, or Lizzie, as she insisted you call her. You hadn't really talked yet, but you hoped that now that you were colleagues, you would eventually become friends.

But then as you walked towards your dressing room in the parking areas, you heard a noise that caught your attention, it sounded like someone crying.

Frowning, you walked over, looking around, and then you found the source, someone is crying among the trailers, and your heart raced as you realized that it was Lizzie.

- Hey, what happened? - You asked quietly, approaching her, but not getting too close, for fear that she might think you were invading her space. But Lizzie barely heard you, trying to wipe the tears away quickly, even as new ones kept coming. - Lizzie?

- I... I don't... - she tried to say breathlessly and disoriented, and then you understood. You have seen this happen before, she was probably having an anxiety or panic attack. You took another step toward her.

- Is it okay if I hold your hands? - You asked apprehensively and waited for her to nod before moving closer. Interlacing your hands together, you made a point of making your breathing louder. - Lizzie, see the way I'm breathing? Try breathing along with me. - You guided her, and when she did, you gave her hands a gentle squeeze before moving them up to her shoulders. - Good, dear. Now relax your muscles, and keep breathing with me. - Lizzie continued to shiver, but her breathing was coming into rhythm. - How are we doing, Lizzie? Do you want to hug me? Or is this good?

- Hug. - She asked breathlessly, and you circled your arms around her shoulders, feeling her hug your waist.

- You're here with me, Lizzie. - You told her, trying to get her out of her own head. - It's okay, you're safe.

It takes a few more minutes, as you stroke her hair lightly, until Lizzie calms down completely. She gradually lets go, and her face turns red as she thanks you.

- It's no problem, really. - You assure her with a smile, your gaze wandering over her face, making sure she was better. - Would you like something to eat or drink?

Lizzie nods slightly, and you smile to comfort her, which seems to work, because she smiles back. You can't help but lift your hand to her face to wipe away the remaining tears, and watch her blush as you do so.

Then you walk side by side to your car, and you try to keep her distracted with a bit of small talk so that she doesn't overthink things while you drive away.

It doesn't take long to reach the small cafe however, and Lizzie is laughing at your story about the day you spent an entire day calling a colleague by the wrong name because you got confused with the identifiers and no one seemed willing to clarify for you, when you sit down at the first empty table.

- I guess I owed you a cup of coffee after all. - You remark with a smile, and Lizzie chuckles.

The waitress takes your order, then as she leaves, Lizzie is starting to get distracted again, and you don't want to press her, but you find yourself asking.

- Not that you need to tell me, but if you want to, I'd like to know what happened?

Lizzie looks at you biting her lower lip clumsily, but she smiles when she looks at the table.

- It was stupid really. - She starts with a dry laugh. - It's been a hard day, and then my brain decided it was a good idea to check the instagram messages, and I know I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyway. - She tells you with an annoyed expression, and you feel your chest tighten. - I just... People have so many opinions. So many people dictate the things that I'm doing, and I just... When I realized I was suffocating.

You nod in understanding, reaching out your hand to reach for hers on the table.

- I never know what to say in these situations, but I think you'd better uninstall your instagram. - You say and she giggles, squeezing your hand lightly. - Lizzie, joking aside, we can't listen to everyone. The kind of life we have, there's just no way. You're going to get free hate, and you can't believe those things you read or hear. - You say and Lizzie looks away, knowing that you are right. - Hey, I'm not repressing you. I know how hard it is to ignore. If you want, I'll stick around and make sure you don't forget that you're one of the most amazing people I know.

Lizzie laughs shyly, her face flushing. And then the waitress was approaching and you let go of her hand.

You drink your coffees in silence for a few minutes, and then Lizzie is telling you about her family, and you do the same. You discover that she has had social anxiety for a long time, and she doesn't bother to answer your questions. So you talk about your childhoods, and dreams, and tell each other fun stories. You don't want Lizzie to talk about fame, especially since she has just become overwhelmed with it, so you make a point of guiding the conversation to topics that make her laugh. Maybe you like the sound of her laughter too.

After you paid for the drinks, Lizzie mentioned that she had an appointment, so you said goodbye. You kissed her on the cheek, and hugged her by the shoulders, saying that she could call you if she needed anything. She smiled with flushed cheeks when she agreed.

Neither of you noticed the paparazzi across the street, a perfect view from the restaurant window.

Seven years and four months ago.

You let out a laugh when you felt Lizzie's arms around your waist.

- Thank you. - She grumbled, and you just wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

- My pleasure, neighbor. - You tease, making her laugh slightly before letting go.

You are in Lizzie's new house, a property that you helped to find, since you live on the same block. Your friend was looking for a permanent place to stay in LA, since Marvel had plans for a long shoot at the studios, and she had better find a place soon.

You had a contact, and got Lizzie an excellent house. After a short tour of the place, where she let out an excited exclamation at every room, you went back to the kitchen, and she jumped on you, hugging you in appreciation.

- Let's order something to eat, I'm starving. - Lizzie said, reaching into her shorts pocket for her cell phone. You made a agreeing noise, leaning against the kitchen counter. And then Lizzie sat down on the countertop, and you scolded yourself for looking directly at her legs, but she didn't notice. - Pizza or Japanese food?

- Don't tell my coach, but I want pizza and a Coke. - You reply, making her laugh.

You talk about the neighborhood, and what it will be like to live so close to each other until the pizza arrives. And then you sit down on the living room floor, and while you put the pizza on the table, Lizzie turns on the television.

Between the second and third commercial of the game that was playing, you record some stories for your instagram, just moments of the two of you laughing and eating together. Lizzie posts a photo with the caption "new house" on the main feed.

And then you both call it a night, and she insists that you sleep in the guest room because it’s late, and you don't argue that you live only three houses away, accepting when she pulls you by the hand upstairs.

Six years ago

"I heard that you chose me as the champion of "Who Would You Rather". I am flattered." You smiled at Lizzie's message as you did your morning exercises.

She was teasing you about your interview on the Ellen Show the night before, and you imagine that one of your friends must have commented that you picked her as the person who, well, you would rather have. It was an innocent flirtation, you think.

With the end of filming Age of Ultron several months ago, you were working on a new project. A temporary appearance in a television series called Supergirl, which would fill your schedule until the next film.

You had already shot some scenes at the Warner studio, but you had a flight scheduled to Vancouver, where other parts of the season would be filmed.

The distance was tiring, but at least it was fun to shoot the action scenes, and you also liked the people in the cast.

After finishing your exercises, you went to get ready for the trip. Replying to Lizzie's message quickly with a heart emoji followed by the text "don't get too cocky, but I'd do it again". Then you blocked your cell phone and went to the shower.

Six years and four weeks ago, Canada.

Maybe you drank too much. But it was your farewell cast party, and they wanted to have a little party. And after a lot of drinking and laughing, you were stumbling around the corridors of the hotel where the celebration was taking place. And you are not alone.

Stumbling along with you is your scene partner, Floriana Lima, who is laughing as you try to keep your balance toward your room. She was staying in the room next door and when you both reached the door, she struggled against the lock.

- I can't do it. - She whined and ducked slightly. You laughed and reached over to take the key card from her hand.

- This is sad. - You scoff humorously, ignoring the fact that your hands don't respond very well to your command either. Then Floriana is leaning against you, trying to see how you are opening the door, and starts laughing when you don't succeed.

You are ready to tell her to shut up, but then the door opens and you both stumble inside with surprise.

You almost fall to the ground, feeling her hands on your waist. You laugh, finding the whole situation amusing, and she follows you. But when you turn around, extremely intoxicated by the alcohol, you move forward, kissing her on the mouth.

Something just doesn't feel right when her hands start roaming your body, and you fall into bed together, but you can't tell what it is.

When she touches you intimately, you bite your lips, swallowing a moan of a name that doesn't sound like hers.

The next day, you have a massive migraine. So does the naked woman lying next to you.

Neither of you freaks out about last night. Casual sex is a very ordinary thing in celebrity life. You take some aspirin from the bathroom, and leave a pill on the bedside table for Floriana to take when she wakes up again.

You left the room afterwards, wanting to take a shower and put on some more comfortable clothes.

When you were ready, you grumbled as you looked at the time on your cell phone. You missed breakfast. But when you got downstairs in the lobby, you were happy to bump into Katie McGrath, your other cast mate.

- Please tell me you also missed breakfast. - You mumble as you meet her and she smiles.

- I'm going to eat at the cafeteria we saw on the way. - She says, looking at you with mild curiosity. - May I ask why you missed breakfast?

- I'll tell you my reason if you tell me yours. - You playfully retort, and she laughs as you walk to the car area.

- Let's just say your farewell party had an interesting conclusion. - she says mysteriously, making you laugh.

On the way to the cafeteria, while you are sitting in Katie's passenger seat, you check your cell phone. There are several generic notifications from your social networks, but then you are scrolling through your feed, and you see a picture of Lizzie in a photo essay and a smile escapes your lips without you realizing it.

- You're not sharing nudes in my car, are you?

You laugh without taking your eyes off the screen.

- Of course I am. - You joke, making Katie laugh.

- That explains the worshipful look. - She replies wryly and you blink confusedly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you block the cell phone screen.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - You deny it clumsily, and Katie makes an agreeing noise with her mouth. - I'm serious.

You say it, but it sounds like a joke, so Katie laughs lightly, but doesn't press the matter, so you don't either.

When you arrive at the cafeteria, you sit down at a table outside.

- Now will you tell me who gave you those lovely marks on your neck? - Katie asks humorously a moment after your coffees arrive on the table. You choke in surprise, looking down quickly at your exposed collarbone.

- Oh my god. - You mumble clumsily at the reddish marks, and then you are quickly buttoning your shirt all the way up, while Katie laughs.

- Don't worry, I don't think anyone will really notice if you keep your shirt buttoned. - She jokes and you groan in dissatisfaction, sipping some coffee.

- It's a good thing I'm done recording. - You comment. And then Katie gets an expectant look on her face and you sigh. - I slept with Floriana.

Katie lets out a surprised exclamation.

- Wow. - She comments with amusement. - I'm impressed, really.

- Shut up. - You retort clumsily, seeing her expression.

She laughs and then bites her lips.

- I guess it's only fair that I tell you to who I was with... - She starts, and you rest your face on your hand and your elbow on the table, waiting. - Melissa.

- No way. - You exclaim with excitement and surprise. And from Katie's flushed cheeks, you let out a giggle. - God, I worship you.

Katie laughed, sipping some of her coffee.

- Look at your face, you're in love! - You continue as you notice her shy posture, and Katie looks away, blushing even more. - McGrath, I'm impressed! Just don't forget to call me for the wedding.

Katie chuckles, shaking her head, slightly embarrassed by your enthusiasm. It takes a moment for you two to talk again.

- So you and Floriana. - Katie begins with a hint of a tone that makes you frown as you bite some toast. - Was all that smiling at your cell phone because of her?

You let out a dry laugh.

- As if. - You say, but regret it, swallowing hard. Because you remember what picture you were looking at. But you decide not to dwell on this thought right now. - Floriana is amazing, but it was just a one-night stand.

- So there is a second someone? - She asks curiously, and you feel your heart race, quickly denying it with your head. Katie smiles at you. - You are a terrible liar for an actress.

You laugh awkwardly, sipping your coffee. Katie is your friend, you trust her. But you don't know if you're exactly ready to have this kind of conversation at eleven o'clock in the morning. So when you don't say anything, she doesn't push.

You eat again in silence for a few moments, until the subject turns to small talk. You leave the cafeteria together, and she drives you back to the hotel, commenting that she would miss working with you, and you joke that Melissa would keep her busy and distracted.

Present

You were waiting for the water to boil, while scrolling through your cell phone feed. You knew you shouldn't have, but you were reading the news about the homophobic interview that took place, and it wasn't hard to find many other journalists and even fans who agreed with the statements. You were frowning in anger and concern as you gnawed your thumbnail as you scrolled through the news, a bitter feeling in your stomach.

Distracted, you startled when you felt hands wrap around your waist, but your body relaxed completely afterwards, leaning against Lizzie's embrace as you quickly blocked the cell phone.

- Sorry did I wake you up? - You ask tenderly, turning your body to face her, and she has a sleepy face that makes your heart race.

- You didn't make a sound, but I missed your body in bed. - She clarifies by sinking her face into your neck, and you smile as you slip your arms around her shoulders. - Why are you awake?

You sigh softly. Sara's words spinning through your head. She was right, you needed to talk to Lizzie about this. It was something you two would go through together. Your hesitation made Elizabeth frown, and she pulled her body away only to raise her head in your direction. You smiled, breaking the embrace to put your hands on her face and caress her cheek.

- Let's have some tea and I'll tell you about it, okay? - You asked, and she looked mildly concerned but nodded, and then you walked away, back to the stove.

When you both sat down in the living room, you took your seat next to her on the couch, entwining your hands as you told her what had happened. Lizzie frowned in surprise and disbelief, and you swallowed dryly, assuring her that she needn't worry about it, and that you would deal with this sort of thing together.

- There was also a stupid comment about how I'm going to ruin your career, so I'll understand if you think that's too much and…

Lizzie shook her head in disagreement, interrupting your monologue and reaching for your cup with her free hand. She placed hers and yours on the living room table, and then sat down on your lap, her hands on your cheeks.

- Don't say such things. - She asked seriously, but her eyes were kind. - You make me so happy. - She says with a smile and you let out a sigh of relief. - I'm not going anywhere, we'll face this together. Like you said. - She assures you, and you look at her adoringly. - I love you.

- I love you too. - You say with a smile, letting your hands enfold her in an embrace, which she responds to.

You stay like this for a moment, and then Lizzie pulls away to kiss you gently on the lips.

- You are still thinking about the things you have read, aren't you? - She asks next, and you sigh, agreeing with a nod. But then Lizzie advances to your mouth, kissing you briefly before biting your lip and letting go, causing you to moan softly. - Shall we focus on something else then?

- Yes, ma'am. - You answer half breathlessly as you let your fingers invade the fabric of her shirt, as you kiss her again. Your hands move up as you let your tongue wander over her lower lip, asking for passage. You both sigh as your tongues touch, and Lizzie runs a hand through your hair as she deepens the kiss.

When your hands reached her breasts, Lizzie gasped lightly against your mouth, and then you let your fingers caress the stiffened nipples, and she forced her hips down, breaking the kiss with a pained moan.

- You are so sensible, babe. - You teased softly, putting a little more pressure against her breasts. Lizzie bit her lips, making a sound with her throat as she shifted uncomfortably in your lap. You let out a cocky smile, feeling her heat on your lap. She was also wearing only a long shirt, and you could feel how wet she was against your thigh, the sensation giving you chills. - What is it, babe? - you ask, noticing the way she moves against your thigh trying to get some friction. - Do you want to be touch?

- Yes. - She moans softly, moving her hands to your shoulders, as she rubs herself against your skin. You groan, resisting the urge to close your eyes. You absolutely love it when Lizzie wiggle on top of you.

You take your hands off her breasts to remove her blouse and then move forward, capturing the left nipple in your mouth, while playing with the other one using your fingers. Lizzie arches against you, closing her eyes tightly as she opens her mouth in a long moan.

You let your tongue circle her stiff nipple, and then suck, causing her to throw her head back as she rubs against you. You smile when you feel her lift a hand to your hair, her fingers stroking the back of your neck and forcing you against her.

But you move up your kisses, licking the skin as you make your way to her collarbone, picking out the spots that you know that leave her breathless to bite and suck.

Lizzie moans and whimpers next, and you hold her hips, making her movements more coordinated against you. She is dripping down your thigh, and she is so hot against you that the sensation leaves you breathless, but you kiss her anyway, enfolding her tongue with yours as you move your hands down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and drawing out a shuddering sigh from her.

It doesn't take long for her movements to run out of rhythm, and her body to start shaking in spasms. She separates your mouths to moan breathlessly, and you sigh, squeezing her ass to keep the rhythm against your thigh.

- You feel so good babe. - You whisper against her ear. As her orgasm nears, and she can barely keep rubbing herself against you, her own body refusing to obey. You don't want her to stop though. So you use your right hand to slap her ass, and Lizzie lets out a loud moan as she buries her head in your neck. - Don't stop. - You command, and she whimpers, her body trembling, but she obeys with difficulty, her wet pussy vibrating against your thigh.

Once her body begins to betray her again, you slap her on the other side, the sound echoing in the room, and it’s all it takes for her to arches her back, throwing her head back as she screams your name in a sultry moan, cumming against your thigh. - You did great, baby. - You tell her tenderly as she falls back against you, the intensity of the orgasm leaving her bewildered. She smiles on your skin as you let your fingers caress her back.

- I like the slapping. - She confesses against your collarbone next.

- Yeah, I noticed. - You play back, laughing lightly, and she follows. - We can try other things too.

Lizzie straightens up to look at you, her cheeks flushed, but her gaze curious.

- Really?

- Honey, we are married. - You tell her with a smile. - We have all the time in the world to try anything we want.

She smiles, and kisses you. Just as you are about to be carried away by the sensation, she pulls away, a mischievous smile on her lips.

- How do you feel about blindfolding?

Five years ago, California.

You are in love with Elizabeth Olsen. The realization took a long time to happen actually.

But here you were, sitting in one of the V.I.P boxes at San Diego Comic-con, listening to the announcement on the new Captain Marvel movie, while exchanging messages with your best friend.

And then Lizzie says something about having a date with a musician, and you are staring at the screen of the device, not answering for long minutes. A bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You should tell her that you were excited for her. That this was great, and that you hoped it would all work out. But none of it is true. And you swallow hard when you realize why. Blocking your cell phone immediately, you put it away in your pants pocket, running your hands through your hair quickly. You need a drink.

Many drinks later, there are very pretty girls in your dressing room. You think one of them looks like Lizzie, so you kiss her. The box is yours anyway, you don't have to worry.

Scarllet is calling you. And the insistent ringing of your cell phone makes you grumble as you wake up.

- It better be important. - You mutter in annoyance when you answer, and she lets out a giggle on the other end of the line.

- It's my birthday, so yes.

This is how you show up hungover at a party a few hours later. All your cast mates are there. And you adjust your clothes and hair, trying to look more presentable.

- Wow, you look incredibly well for someone who has only had three hours of sleep. - The redhead comments as soon as you hug her to wish her a happy birthday. After she called you, and you whined like a whiny, drunk child who had barely slept and is in love with your best friend, she insisted that you come to the party, and have a little self-love, as well as aggressively reminding you that you were still one of Hollywood's most eligible singles, and that you could meet someone else.

- I'd curse you, but you're the birthday girl. - You mumble with a smile. You then let her go, and signal that you need to drink some water. She pats you on the ribs as she goes to greet the other guests.

The hall she has found for the party is quite large, and there are several tables of appetizers throughout the place. You soon find a bottle of water.

You choke slightly as your gaze wanders around the room, and you see Elizabeth arriving. Absolutely stunning, the way that makes your heart race and your cheeks redden at the image of her exposed legs. But your mood quickly changes when you realize that unfortunately she is accompanied. You want to dig a hole in the ground, or maybe go back to your bed. This must be the musician she talked about.

You really considered running away from the party, and dealing with Scarlett's irritation afterwards, but then your cast mates were greeting you afterwards, and you forced a smile. Despite being hungover, you accepted the drinks that the waiters offered you.

There is a notification on your cell phone that makes you lock your jaw. You loosen the knot of your tie, feeling suffocated as you rush to the bathroom. After splashing some water on your face, you take a deep breath.

- I'll take care of it. - Sara says as soon as you send her the photo you received. - Don't make any statement about it.

You hang up the phone after thanking her. Taking one last look at the attachment, a picture of you blacked out in your comic con box, lipstick marks on your body and many bottles of booze beside you.

Being famous was a shitty thing sometimes.

When you left the bathroom and returned to the lounge, your gaze wandered over the room, and you decided that your day couldn't get any worse. Lizzie's date had an arm around her shoulders, and was kissing her cheek tenderly. You kept your face impassive, walking over to Scarllet.

You thanked her for the invitation, and said that you had enjoyed the party, but that you were tired. After wishing her a happy birthday again, you left, without saying goodbye to anyone else, including Elizabeth.

That same night, when she texted you with mild irony that you had forgotten about her, you sent an emoji and lied, saying that it was the hangover's fault.

Five years and four weeks ago, backstage of The Tonight Show

- You were sweet back there. - Lizzie comments with a smile as you leave the interview and walk back to your dressing room. You frown in confusion, and she looks away, blushing slightly. - The compliments, I mean. It was nice.

She was talking about how you told Jimmy that she was amazing, and that anyone would be lucky to date her, but that person wasn't you. You shrugged.

- It's just the truth, Lizzie. - You shot back without looking at her. You didn't want to talk about it. Not when she doesn't feel the same way.

You've been distant. And you know she can tell, but you don't want to talk about it. And Lizzie doesn't press you, and so you nod slightly as you make your way to your dressing room, ignoring the longing you feel for the times when you used to come back from interviews with inside jokes and banter, or how you used to go to each other's dressing rooms. You need to forget those things, because as long as you feel this way about her, you can't have that.

Four years ago, LA.

You let out a satisfied groan as you feel Lizzie's hands run up your back, her nails scratching your skin. She sighs when you bite her neck.

Maybe you are moving too fast, because it has only been three hours since you confessed your feelings, but technically you have been in love for two years so time is relative.

You suck on a sensitive spot on Lizzie's neck, and she digs her nails into your skin, moaning softly as her legs close around your waist. She is sitting on the kitchen counter. You both ended up in this position after you two entered her house, and after you talked for a while, and watched some TV, you thought about preparing something to eat. But then Lizzie sat down on the counter, and you thought she was irresistible. And here you were, about to cross an important line in a fairly new relationship.

You let your hands rest on her thighs, enjoying the warmth of her body. Moving your kisses up her jaw to her mouth, you let your tongue wander slowly across her mouth, trembling slightly at the sensation.

When air was needed again, you let your forehead rest on hers.

- Maybe we should slow down. - You comment breathlessly, with your eyes closed. Lizzie bites her lower lip, pulling away.

- Yeah. - She agrees in the same state, her pupils dilated.

- I wouldn't want to rush things and ruin everything. - You explain managing to reason better when the distance is greater. She smiles, nodding in agreement. The next kiss she gives you is more innocent, though just as good as all the others.

You end up cooking for both of you next. And you don't mind when Lizzie is recording for her instagram.

//-//

The object in your pocket weighs all the way through the restaurant, and you try not to think about it too much.

It is during dessert that you take out the velvet box, ignoring the trembling of your own hand as you hold it out to the woman sitting in front of you.

- I know we are taking things slowly. - You start with a shy smile, feeling your heart racing. - But I would like you to be my girlfriend. Would you?

- I thought I was the romantic in this relationship. - Lizzie teases, her eyes filling with tears, and you laugh, shrugging your shoulders. - Of course i would, Y/N.

It is a very beautiful and discreet ring. You eventually decide that she will not wear it on her ring finger so as not to generate unwanted attention.

You have some wine to celebrate, and on the way back you feel your face heat up when your chauffeur exchanges a complicit look in the rear view mirror with you just after Lizzie lets out a loud sigh when she feels your hands inside her blouse. You and she giggle as he lifts the window of the limo to give you some privacy, and then you are kissing again.

//-//

You're not sure if "puppy dog eyes" is in the script, but you know that's exactly how you're looking at Lizzie right now.

She was absolutely irresistible when characterized as Wanda Maximoff, and you couldn't look at her any other way. Which was a good thing, because your character was just as much in love as you were.

- Girls, that was amazing! - congratulated the director as soon as the scene was over. You and Lizzie exchanged embarrassed glances. - I understand why people say that you are America's sweet couple, the previous shot is perfect. That look you gave Lizzie, Y/N, is flawless.

You just thanked him for the compliment, smiling shyly. When you returned to your dressing room, your girlfriend accompanied you.

- Flawless look eh? - She sneered with a cocky smile, and you laughed, throwing yourself down on the couch.

- Don't get so full of yourself. - You replied as you lay back down and closed your eyes. Footage was tiresome. - It was just Vision looking at Wanda.

- Oh yes. - She pretended to agree as she walked over to you. You let out a surprised exclamation when you felt her sit on your lap, opening your eyes and smiling. - And how does Y/N look at Elizabeth Olsen?

She teased, with a challenge in her gaze. You bit your lips, letting your hands move up her thighs to her waist.

- That's a tough one. - You commented with a mischievous smile, as you moved your hands to unbutton her blouse. - Like she owns my life, probably. - You joke as you open a button. - Or maybe as if she has me in the palm of her hand, as she does. - Elizabeth looks at you with dark pupils, holding her breath in anticipation for your hands undressing her. - Or as if she were the woman of my life.

Lizzie makes a noise of agreement, smiling at you.

- And what else?

You smile, unbuttoning another button, and letting your fingers invade her blouse, caressing her breast over her bra, making Lizzie bite her lip to hold back an moan.

- As if...

A ringing noise at the door startles you. Lizzie quickly starts to button her blouse as she stands up. You let out a grumble of dissatisfaction and also stand, making sure your girlfriend is properly dressed before you open the door.

- Honey, we need to discuss some details about... Oh, hello, Elizabeth. - Sara looks surprised to see your colleague in your dressing room, and you're just surprised to see your agent. She smiles at you both as she enters without waiting for an invitation, a sharp look on her face. - Should I come back another time if you're busy?

You feel your face heat up at the hint of Sara and do your best to hide it, shaking your head. Lizzie hurries to smile good-bye, and resists the urge to kiss you when she walks through the door. Sara doesn't notice the closeness of your faces when Lizzie leaves because she’s walking over to the sofa.

- What do you want to talk about? - you ask as you close the door.

- I brought you your new contract, dear. - She says, smiling cheerfully as she opens her purse. - I hope you're looking forward to it.

You let out a sigh, sitting down in the armchair across from her, and reaching out to grab the item she offers you.

While you read the text superficially, Sara informs you that with this contract you can retire in style. Famous series pay very well. You bite the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to reject. You would spend at least six months recording around the world. Without Lizzie.

Your lack of animation doesn't go unnoticed by your agent.

- Honey, it's Game of Thrones. - she recalls with excitement. - There is no better opportunity. I don't understand your face.

You force yourself to smile, running your hands through your hair.

- I'm just tired, Sara. - You lie. - Of course I'm happy.

She looks at you suspiciously for a few seconds, but then shrugs her shoulders, believing you.

- I know the recording time is long, but you will have almost two years to prepare. - She says while tapping on her cell phone. You make a nodding noise with your mouth, not feeling the least bit excited about the story. But work is work.

After Sara leaves with your signed contract, you bury your face in the sofa cushion.

//-//

Lizzie is happy for you, even though she knows she will miss you.

You told her that in a year and a half you would be traveling for months to shoot Game of Thrones and she was impressed and proud. You simply wished to be with her.

Moments like now, sitting on the couch sharing a bucket of popcorn while watching trashy television are simply amazing.

After the newspaper was over, you suggested that you watch a movie. And you put on this stupid action thing, and were enjoying the plot when you were surprised by a hot sex scene.

You felt your face heat up slightly, because you and Lizzie had not yet crossed that line in your relationship.

It was understandable, since you were taking things slowly. And well, in a week you would have been dating for a month. You had a reservation at a nice restaurant, and a separate outfit. You weren't actively planning a first time, but you figured that you simply couldn't resist much longer as your make-out sessions got hotter and hotter.

And now, with Lizzie lying on your lap while you're on the couch, it was hard to ignore a scene like that and not feel anything, especially since your girlfriend was stroking your hand intertwined with hers that was resting on her belly with her thumb.

And then, as if guessing your line of thought, Lizzie dragged your hand down to the hem of her shirt. You held your breath, keeping your eyes on the television.

She kept her hand on top of yours as she reached into her own shirt, and let out a sigh as she moved your hand up to her breast. You just rested your hand there for a few seconds, licking your lips in anticipation. And then you straightened your posture slightly, using your other hand to pull Lizzie's hair out of her back and forward, while you moved your face closer and kissed the back of her neck. You couldn't see it, but you knew that her eyes were closed.

And then you squeezed your hand on her breast, and she moaned. The sound made your core vibrate.

- Are you sure? - You whispered against her ear, letting your free hand rest on her waist.

- Yes. - Lizzie answered hoarsely, and then you were pulling your hand away from her breast.

- Bedroom.

You clarified and she nodded frantically. You didn't even bother to turn off the television, stumbling out of the room toward the stairs, holding hands but not kissing, you didn't want to take Lizzie for yourself on the floor. Not on your first time.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel imagines #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x dom!reader #wanda maximoff #wandavision #wanda x you #wanda #reader insert #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x dom!reader

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oizysian · 5 months ago

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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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@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop @scarlie-johalsen-blog @annie-ahmelia

#oizysian writes #elizabeth olsen x yn #elizabeth olsen story #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen fanfic #Elizabeth olsen x fem!reader

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hollywoodfamerp · 3 years ago

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GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE... SOLD!

Hollywood Fame’s Date Auction this year raised a total of $2,999,000! The highest bidder in the auction went to Nick Robinson for his date with Awsten Knight! Nick donated a crushing $1,500,000.00 for his date! Congrats @notnickrobinson - you won an activity check pass!

Under the cut you will find the pairs from the date auction as well as the runner up (second highest bidder) for your celeb! Please keep in mind that if a celeb won more than one celeb in the auction, they were paired with whoever they paid the most for/bid for first making the runner up the actual winner for the date.

Please remember:

You have from today (May 3rd) until May 31st at 11:59pm EST to IM the main your date para/chatzy post when you post it on the dash or gif chat.

Whoever was being auctioned off - please send an IM to the person who won a date with you to plot! :)

Minimum for these threads are 6 replies.

Please do not tag the main in these threads - just send it via IM so we can ensure we marked you off as complete since tumblr glitches so much with tags.

Texts/tweets/photos will not count.

If the person you have a date with leaves the roleplay/goes inactive - you will be excused from completing the thread. Just send us a message!

Alexis Kaufman and Harry Styles Runner Up: Ronen Rubinstein

Awsten Knight and Nick Robinson Runner Up: Namjoon Kim

Barbara Palvin and Namjoon Kim Runner Up: Madelyn Cline

Glen Powell and Kendall Jenner Runner Up: Sarah Shahi

Harry Kane and Ronen Rubinstein Runner Up: Jasmine Tookes

Jason Momoa and Florence Pugh Runner Up: Ronen Rubinstein

Liam Hemsworth and Jasmine Tookes Runner Up: Sarah Shahi

Lin-Manuel Miranda and Melissa Benoist (2nd Runner Up) Actual Winner: Ronen Rubinstein Runner Up: Jasmine Tookes

Lucy Hale and Tyler Hoechlin Runner Up: Madelaine Petsch

Maia Mitchell and Elizabeth Olsen Runner Up: Zoey Deutch

Miley Cyrus and Paul Rudd (3rd Runner Up) Actual Winner: Ronen Rubinstein Runner Up: Jasmine Tookes 2nd Runner Up: Melissa Benoist

Nick Jonas and Liam Payne Runner Up: Jasmine Tookes

Oscar Isaac and Sarah Shahi Runner Up: Jasmine Tookes

Sarah Hyland and Henry Cavill (3rd Runner Up) Actual Winner: Elizabeth Olsen Runner Up: Jasmine Tookes 2nd Runner Up: Melissa Benoist

Tom Payne and Josephine Skriver (3rd Runner Up) Actual Winner: Jasmine Tookes Runner Up: Paul Rudd 2nd Runner Up: Harry Styles

Valentina Zenere and Jacob Elordi Runner Up: Jasmine Tookes

#hfrpdateauction #hollywoodfamenotice

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yllowpages · 2 years ago

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this is an independent and private multimuse consisting of characters from and inspired by multiple properties. by livi ( she / her. 26. cst. ) . character profiles are available, but feel free to ask any questions you might have. please READ RULES (below the cut) before following / interacting. OC and AU friendly!

CURRENTLY VIBING WITH : tbd.

[ this blog is using the BETA EDITOR with the xkit-rewritten “trim” function ]

PERSONAL BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

muses. / character profiles. / memes. / permanent interaction calls.

01. DISCLAIMER : This is a writing and roleplaying blog. I do not claim to have any affiliation with any of the faceclaims or properties portrayed here. Any and all icons or graphics will be mine, unless stated otherwise. I will always give credit to the original creator of graphics or icons that I use. PSD can be found HERE.

02. BANNED MUSES AND FACECLAIMS : Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things, Tate Langdon from American Horror Story, Evan Peters (as Pietro Maximoff), Aaron Taylor-Johnson (as Pietro Maximoff), Elizabeth Olsen (as Wanda Maximoff), Kilgrave of Marvel Comics and Netflix’s Jessica Jones, Johnny Depp, Armie Hammer, Ashton Kutcher, Mila Kunis. (SUBJECT TO BE UPDATED)

03. This blog is SELECTIVE & PRIVATE. I will only be roleplaying with MUTUALS and priority will be given to friends and people I’ve already built relationships with ooc and ic. This is not meant to exclude anyone, as I’m always willing to start new threads and talk to new people. I will also only follow people that are 21+. Furthermore, DO NOT follow me if you employ the use of any generative AI for graphics, edits, writing, etc. I refuse to condone or support generative AI in the place of actual creative work and I want nothing to do with you or your blog if you're using it.

04. This blog is on SELECTIVE ACTIVITY. I can disappear for days, weeks, or months at a time due to life, work, mental health reasons, other blogs I want to write on, etc. I am reachable through discord 99% of the time, however, if you want to keep contact when I am not on this blog.

05. I am generally DUPLICATE FRIENDLY, but I just won’t follow first because that makes me anxious. Duplicates can make me anxious, even if they exist on a multimuse, but I am getting better at it. If you share any of the muses on my list, be it on a solo or multimuse blog, please feel welcome to follow.

06. I will NOT roleplay smut. I am over the age of 18, but will not actively write nsfw content due to personal preference. 99% of nsfw things will be discussed in private messages and not posted. Any other nsfw content that appears on this blog (blood, violence, etc.) will be appropriately tagged. If I do not tag something you would like to be tagged, please let me know.

07. FORMATTING : I tend to use small text and italicize for emphasis. I am also largely iconless as I just don't have the energy anymore to make icons, especially for all the muses I have here. I do use a small separation banner/graphic on replies. Don't feel obligated to match any of this. You're more than welcome to continue using icons even though I won't be.

08. REQUEST ONLY MUSES : I have a few characters who are listed as request only on my muse list. Typically, this means they are more plot heavy / plot-based than some of my other characters (though i'm generally plot-based) and I’ll really want to focus on developing plots and dynamics. When we first plot, I may not always suggest them for plotting, but if you would like to plot and write with them, you are more than welcome to request them.

09. MEMES : Mutuals are more than welcome to send memes at any point (my meme tag is always linked above). We do not need to have plotted in order for you to send a meme! Memes are such a good way to get interactions started and to feel out dynamics. If you send a meme prior to plotting, though, I may just come into your IMs (or we can share discord names) and do a little bit of plotting in order to respond.

10. MAINS & EXCLUSIVES : I do tend to practice mains and exclusives with people I have developed specific dynamics with between our characters. In terms of exclusivity, this does not need to be mutual. You could absolutely write with other versions of my muses, I just likely won't write with other versions of your exclusive muse.

11. ALTERNATE UNIVERSES : I'm a big fan of AUs. Even if I don't have something listed under a specific character's "verses" section, I am always on board to develop something brand new during plotting. I'm also more than willing to adjust my verses/AUs for the sake of making a plot work better for our muses.

#pinned.

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thddlston · 3 years ago

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Elizabeth Olsen was annoying. Beyond annoying. She was a mess and a pain in the ass and so hard to calculate and pin-point where her train of thought resided at any given moment. On the other hand, she was beautiful and down-to-earth and hilarious and kind and everything good about the world. And...her text messages were giving Tom major whiplash. Spending nine days in radio silence was harder on the Brit than he realized, being the first to crack and check in with her. The conversation he initiated in his kitchen completely backfired and nearly ruined their friendship as a whole, to the point to where he wasn’t sure how or why it went as far as it did. Of course, to make matters even worse, he had to kiss her. Why? He didn’t know. Because she was working herself up and he didn’t know how else to get her to surrender? Because he wanted to?

Tom quickly finished the glass of wine he poured before heading up the stairs to dress himself in something other than sweat shorts and an old blue t-shirt he’d notably worn to hell and back. Tom dressed into a newer pair of black joggers and a black t-shirt that his stylist picked up for him, lecturing him that he couldn’t wear the same clothes out and about for five years, especially when he was an a-list actor. Not that Tom gave a shit at all. He stole from his character wardrobes and his favorite pair of shoes were a pair of boots he had picked up while filming I Saw The Light with Lizzie years ago.

It was so late in the evening, Tom went as far to pack a quick overnight bag just in case he didn’t make it home and a few of Bobby’s things, hoping she wouldn’t mind him coming over with him. He led him out to the car and got him settled in before sending an on the way text and heading out. Driving at any time of the night was peaceful to Tom, it gave him clarity, especially with his best friend in the passenger seat. As soon as the two arrived, Tom let the dog out of the vehicle, walking behind him as he ran towards the door at the speed of light. He sighed deeply before knocking on the door and resting in the doorframe as he waited for Lizzie to answer. @lizzieolxen

#para:003 #para:elizabeth o

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olsenmyolsen · 2 years ago

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Olsen I

Part 7 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~3.5K

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TW: Self Harm. Alcohol addiction.

Y/N POV

The ride to Olsen's feels like it's taking for-fucking-ever. I swear Mr. Bronson is taking every long way he can, but I know that's not true. When he picked me up, he could tell something was wrong. Over the course of the ride, I've sent Elizabeth a handful of texts. I know I'm being harsh, but I'm fucking pissed.

"When were you going to tell me?"

"How many more lies are you keeping from me?"

"Took a look at your wiki ENGAGED since 2019, huh?"

All messages still say DELIVERED.

Looking at her Wikipedia page was weird and only added more fuel to the fire inside me. A small part of my brain knows she must have her reasons, but I'm choosing to ignore it. Most things she told me about herself seem to be true. But why lie? She knows who the fuck she is. Granted, I guess when she picked me, she knew what a fucking dumbass I was.

When the car stops, I finally realize what my hands have been busy with. I look down at the cuts forming on my knees. It's a result of tick I do when I'm nervous/anxious/pissed off. I run my hands up and down my knees, digging into them—something I haven't done in half a year.

Mr. Bronson, like the quick man he is, opens the car door for me, helping me out. I watch him take a brief look at my knees. "I'll be waiting for your return, Y/N." I thank him and make my way to the building entrance. Thankfully no paparazzi are around, well, as far as I know. They snagged that picture of Elizabeth and me from the park, so who knows where those fuckers are.

I greet the doorman and go to walk in before being stopped. I look to the doorman stopping me. "I was just here. I'm a guest of Liz's- um, Ms. Olsen." I grit my teeth. The doorman looks me up and down. "I'm sorry, Miss, I believe you're mistaken." He begins to escort me backward without touching me.

"Really, we're doing this?" I spit out at this man. "Miss, please don't make this a bigger situation." I look up at this man. "Are you kidding me?"

"What seems to be the problem?" I turn around to see Mr. Bronson. The doorman explains how I was trying to trespass and refusing to leave the premises. Fucking prick. Mr. Bronson knows this dude is full of shit, but he pretends to listen to be polite. "Listen, I can assure you that Miss. Y/N is a respected guest of Ms. Olsen, and if you could kindly grab Mr. Madison, he can match my claim."

Mr. Bronson is MVP of the night tonight. When the doorman turns around to fetch Mr. Madison, I turn to Mr. Bronson to thank him, but he looks down at me and winks. "No problem, kid."

Mr. Madison returns without the other doorman. He opens the door, lets me in, and thanks, Mr. Bronson. "I apologize, Miss. Y/N for the trouble that has been caused to you tonight." Getting in the door isn't even my most significant issue tonight. "I'm just thankful you could help me out, Mr. Madsion." He nods, continuing to walk me to the elevator. Once I'm inside, he bids me goodnight.

Like the drive over, the elevator ride feels like it's taking its sweet time. Once the ride stops and the lift dings, I mentally prepare myself as best as I can. The doors open, and I step out into the same hallway I was in hours ago—each step to Elizabeth's door echos throughout my body.

And here I am outside her door.

I knock a couple of times and wait.

Liz POV (earlier)

I cautiously make my way over, unlocking and opening the door.

"Robbie?" I let slip out in my shock.

"Hi, Lizzie." He croaks out. I look at the man in front of me up and down. This is not the man I left in Richmond. The Robbie in front of me has let his beard untrimmed, his face looks beat up, and his clothes seem to hang off of him. I look up into his eyes. The redness and bags hanging off of them tell me everything I need to know.

I've destroyed him.

"May I come in?" I nod and gesture for him to enter. He thanks me and walks in. With his back turned to me, I wipe my now sweat-covered hands off. I watch as Robbie takes a look over everything. "Could I get you anything?" Robbie turns to me. "Just a water would be fine, please, and thank you."

I continue watching Robbie make his way to the couch. He cautiously sits down and waits. I fill up a glass of water and bring it to him. He graciously takes it as I sit down a couch cushion over from him. He takes a sip and places his glass on a coaster. "I know you hate water stains." Robbie and I both give one another a weak smile.

"So where-" "How hav-" We both start simultaneously. "Go ahead." I nod at Robbie.

Robbie briefly smiles before looking off, thinking. I am mentally trying to prepare myself for anything he might ask, but the truth is I don't have an answer for any of them.

"Before we start, Liz, I want you to know that I did not come here to argue." Robbie points his eyes to mine. He's being truthful. "I came here because we left a lot of things unsaid the last time we saw each other. I hurt you." I watch as his bottom lip starts to quiver. "I'm sorry for that. Truly. And um." Robbie breaths in. "I want us to talk about everything from Richmond to now. It doesn't matter in which order. I hope you understand."

"Y-yes," I reply through a broken voice.

Robbie's eyes glance over at me. I can tell he is thinking about how to start. After minutes of silence, a question breaks through the air. "What's their name?" I was hoping we wouldn't start with Y/N, but I can't blame him. "Y/N." I squeak out. Robbie nods, muttering the name back to himself. I also want to ask him questions, but I want Robbie to do it himself. If I start asking, it'll feel like I'm trying to steer the conversation another way.

"This whole time, I thought you were in L.A. Or maybe I just hoped you were." Robbie shrugs. I let my shoulders drop. "Robbie, I- I'm sorry." Robbie shakes his head. "I thought about you every day." Robbie offers. "I thought about you too." I retort, hoping to give him a tiny shred of happiness.

"Were you gonna come back?" The pain in Robbie's voice every time he speaks is like a stab to the heart. "Yes." "For me or your job?" I bite my bottom lip before replying. "Both." A whispered, "Okay." Falls from Robbie's mouth as he goes to take a sip of water. "I should have been more forthcoming and clear from the start. It wasn't my intention to hurt you and make you leave."

I nod. Robbie sees it and falls back into silence. I know it wasn't, but I was blinded by it all at the moment.

"What the hell are you saying!? You want to break up? Is this about what happened on set?" Robbie sighs. "Lizzie, that's not what I'm saying at all!" I throw my hands up, walking away. "Oh, really, Robbie? You just told me you've been thinking that we should take a break and slow down!" Robbie follows after me. "Lizzie! I'm just saying that we've both been way too stressed and busy with everything. Maybe we should slow down!"

I walk up the stairs and into our bedroom door, closing it and locking it behind me. "Lizzie." Robbie tries opening the door but stops when he realizes it's locked. "Babe." I sit on our bed, ignoring him, trying to catch my breath. I'm on the verge of an attack.

I hear Robbie take a seat outside the door. I run my hand through my hair, remembering the last time he asked for something like this.

We were only a couple of months into our relationship. When I was asked if we could slow things down. I was hesitant, but I agreed. His band was starting to do well, and I was being booked more frequently, so it seemed like a good decision. Only for a couple of weeks later, Robbie showed up in the middle of the night profusely apologizing, slurring his words, saying, "she meant nothing." I know he wasn't lying but yeah, it fucking hurt. What hurt even more, was how much Robbie hurt himself over it. That night he showed up. He had cuts up and down his biceps.

So yes, Robbie is right. We've both been stressed as of late. Yes, we barely feel like a couple at times. But I can't help but think about before.

"Is- Is thi- Is this like last time, Robbie?" I ask through the closed door. I hear him shuffle. "Not at all." His voice sounds sincere. Robbie tries the door again, Still locked. "Lizzie, I'm just saying that." He pauses. "That we both haven't felt each other in a while. It just seems like we're here just to be here. Maybe slowing things down and taking a step back might be good."

I break down. I stifle my cries through my palms. I didn't want to hear this. I don't want a repeat of last time. I believe Robbie when he says that's not his intention or plan, but you never know. I try to gather up as much oxygen as I can. I look around the room and make a choice.

Before Robbie knew it, I had two bags packed up. I shuffled my way past him and down the stairs. Robbie pleads for me to answer any of his questions, but I can't focus on that. If I stop, my body will betray me. Before I make it out the main door, Robbie asks. "Lizzie, is this it?"

I don't turn towards him, but I answer. "I just need to think about this. Us. I'll call you when I land."

"Robbie." Robbie watches me scoot closer towards him. "Take off your coat and roll up your sleeves," I ask him in a calming tone. I don't want to force him, but I need to know. How is looking at me hurts. He thinks I'm judging him, but I want to ensure it didn't happen. Robbie stands up. He removes his coat, setting it down on the arms of the couch. Robbie shuts his eyes as if he's trying to hide from the world. He carefully rolls up his sleeves.

Robbie stops at his elbows. I stand up and carefully take an arm in my hand: no marks or anything. Robbie still hasn't opened his eyes. I gently place my hand on his elbow, and I start rolling up the sleeves some more.

I take a sharp breath in when I see the first cut. I look up at Robbie's eyes closed and ashamed. I keep pulling up. One cut turns into two, which turns into five. I stop when Robbie places his hand over mine. He's looking at me through tears. "I'm sorry." I don't respond. Instead, I pull him into a hug. Both of us take it as a sign to let the tears fall.

Standing here brings me back to this morning when Y/N held me.

After a while, Robbie whispers something into the top of my head. I pull back, not knowing what it was. "What was that babe- Robie?" Robbie unwraps himself from me and takes a seat at the kitchen island. I sit on the couch cushion closest to him.

"I don't remember doing most of these." I know he is talking about his arms, but he doesn't remember? I raise an eyebrow, confused. Robbie sees it and explains. "Since you left, I haven't been taking care of myself. Well obviously. But I- I've been-" He pauses, but I already know the answer. I knew it from the second he walked in.

"You've been drinking," I say, catching me off guard. Robbie accepts my tone. "The day I decided to call you, after not hearing from you. I woke up on our kitchen floor at 5 P.M." Robbie pauses as he runs his fingers through his beard. "I don't remember the previous night." Robbie lets out a weak chuckle. "As I said, I thought you were in L.A. this whole time. Then I saw the pictures."

I drop my head into my hands. I regret not telling Robbie where I was and if I was safe. I can't imagine the hell that was running through his mind. Because I know I've been there consistently worrying about your partners' well-being for them to be silent.

"Liz." I turn my head up to Robbie. I swear, for a second, I thought it was Y/N. "Yes?" "In Richmond, I asked if we could slow down. That was a terrible way of saying that, but I did it because we were both stressed about the wedding, your show and movie, and my band. But I just wanted us to be in a good position for our future." Robbie gets up and comes closer to me. He sits down in front of me on the floor.

"Lizzie, I believe I still want that." Robbie gently reaches for my hands. I place them in his. "But I'm not going to lie before you left, it felt like for the weeks prior- It felt like we were never on the same page. We just didn't feel each other anymore. Did you feel that way?" Robbie brushes his thumb over my engagement ring. A tear falls from my face at that action.

"Yes. I didn't feel you anymore, Robbie." Robbie lets out a disappointed sigh. "Is there anything I could've done?" My lips quiver at that question because the truth is. "I don't know." I watch Robbie think.

"Robbie, when you said what you said, yes, it hurt me not because it was coming from you but because I already knew it. I knew for a while. I was scared, and I didn't want to face the truth. Robbie, I still love you. I do. But-"

"But it's not there anymore." I nod at Robbie as tears and sniffles fill the room. Robbie gets up from the floor and sits down next to me. I turn to him so we can hold each other for what might be the final time.

Being held by Robbie was about the last thing I expected to happen today. But it's something I needed. I'm still kicking myself over how I acted in Richmond. I have anxiety, and for me to treat Robbie how I did when he was being open with me... I'll never forget.

"Lizzie," Robbie whispers, breaking me out of my head. "It's okay. I'll be okay." I cup his face, nodding. "I want to help Robbie." Robbie places his hands over mine. "Lizzie, I- I don't. I- I've been talking with a doctor in L.A. and talked to someone from the Crisis Text Line."

"Robbie I-"

"Don't worry, Lizzie. I know that look on your face. It's one of the reasons I love you. You want to help no matter what. But this is something I have to do for myself. I leave tomorrow morning. No matter how our conversation went, I was still returning to L.A. I just wanted to know if we would be together or not."

"I'm sorry, Robbie-

"Elizabeth." This time Robbie is holding my face. "Stop apologizing. I know what's going on in that head. What's happening between us right now is happening in the most mutual way possible. Plus, you didn't force me to make the actions that I did." Robbie wipes away the tears I have.

"I understand, Robbie, but please, I at least want to do something. Let me come with you to your first visit. Is it tomorrow?" Robbie shakes his head no. "It's in a couple of days when you should be back in London. I planned it that way." I shut my eyes hurt. I know it is for the best, but ow.

I hear Robbie sigh. "Tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to an AA meeting back home. I don't believe I have an addiction per se, but we both know what the last few days have done to me, and not for the first time. So if you want to help, you can make sure I make it to that meeting. Plus, being in L.A. for even a day can make it so I can start moving out."

"Moving out? What Robbie no-"

"Lizzie, we're-" Robbie looks at me, confused. "We're-"

"I know, but as you said, I'm going to be in London. So it'll be easier for you to stay at our- the house. I trust you, Robbie." I pause. I want to say more, but I don't want to make things more upsetting or worse. "You're still my friend." I smile at him.

"Just friend, not best friend?" We both let out a deserved laugh. Robbie looks up into my eyes like it's his last time. "Thank you for everything, Lizzie." I frown, not letting the waterworks start up again. "Thank you, Robbie." We pull each other into another hug before releasing one another. Robbie goes to get up. I watch him curiously.

"This is a little weird, but could I use your bathroom before I head out?" "Robbie, you're not seriously considering leaving right now, are you?" "Well, yeah?" I shake my head no. "You're staying here tonight. No offense Robbie you look like hell. You need a shower and a good night's sleep. Plus, I want to know you're safe. So please stay here tonight." I get up, walking closer to my now ex.

"Are you sure?" Robbie is hesitant, and I get it. "Mm-hmm," I reply. I get closer and closer until I wrap my arms around him. "Plus, I can make us breakfast in the morning before our flight." Robbie puts his arms around me. "I'm going to miss your famous waffles." I unsling myself from Robbie. "What about my anchovy toast?" This causes us to both crack up. "Only a little," Robbie says through a smile I haven't seen in a long time.

After helping Robbie find towels and clothes, he could wear later tonight. I helped him get out of his shirt and pants, and even though Robbie told me this was unnecessary, I still wanted to help, plus a part of me was curious to see if he was self-harming anywhere else. Thankfully he wasn't. I started a nice bubble bath for him as he laughed at all the effort I was putting in. But I don't mind.

Robbie sits on the edge of the tub next to me as we wait for the bath to fill up. "Elizabeth?" I turn to him," What's up?" "I just want you to know that if anything did happen between you and Y/N, I'm not mad. You seem happy with Y/N." A smile creeps on my face. I am happy with her. "I figured," Robbie replies, looking away. "We both know I've made mistakes in the past, so I can't blame you if anything happened."

As awkward as it is, to hear Robbie say it was lovely. I thanked him before stealing his phone, so I could start a soothing, calming playlist so he could enjoy as much of his bath as possible.

Robbie thanked me for everything and escorted me out of the bathroom. According to him, it's weird for my ex to watch me bathe. I guess he's not wrong. I clean my face and eyes before exiting. Closing the multiple doors from the bathroom makes the playlist nonexistent, which is good because right now, I could use a moment to think. To think about myself. To think about Robbie and mines future apart. To think about Y/N.

My mind begins filling with Y/N before a set of knocks interrupts me.

After being surprised visited by MK and Robbie, this time, I decide to check the door's peephole."Y/N?" I say to myself.

I unlock and open the door. "Y/N? Why are you here? Are you okay?" I look Y/N up and down. She doesn't seem happy or sad. She looks hurt and upset with a mix anger. "Y/N?" I feel the tension being built between us.

"I never knew the Olsen twins had a sister."

Pt. 8

A/N

If you or anyone you know self-harm I just want you to know that you're not a bad person. We all have shit going on with us. Self-harm is not a mental disorder. It is a behavior - an unhealthy way to cope with strong feelings. The important thing is recognizing it. Talking to someone, anyone who you think can help, is always a good idea.

Here is the Crisis Text Line. Text HOME to 741741 to reach a volunteer Crisis Counselor.

Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger but don't worry, next chapter! Stay safe, everyone.

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