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sick reader and elizabeth using “It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round.”  and “Naps are only for babies and old people. Im neither.”  

Should've Stayed Home

〚 Notes - Just posting the fic I wrote last night :) This hasn't been edited/checked well so sorry about mistakes! 〛

〚 Pairing - Lizzie Olsen x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You insisted on visiting Lizzie's parents with her, even when you weren't feeling great. But once you arrived there, it seems that maybe staying home would've have been such a day idea. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1300 〛

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“Maybe you should stay home today sweetheart.” Lizzie sighed as you coughed into your elbow, “It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round. We can always reschedule, or I can always go visit my parents by myself for a few hours and then come home again.” 

But you only shook your head as tossed her the car keys, “No, we’ve been putting off seeing your parents for weeks and I’m not even that sick either, my throat’s just being a little temperamental.” 

Lizzie hesitated for a moment, worry creasing her forehead, but ultimately, she relented and took the keys from you. She watched as you gathered your things and made your way out the door, wishing she could convince you to stay home and rest. 

As you drove to Lizzie's parents' house, you couldn't shake the feeling of fatigue that settled in your bones. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the radio and the passing scenery outside the car window. The coolness of the glass felt amazing against the throbbing which had begun to pound in your temples. 

The drive wasn’t too long at least, that was a positive. Not only had your head begun to pound, but you also found yourself beginning to sniffle repetitively, unable to keep your nose from running. Those sniffles only intensified further when your nose itched sharply. 

“H’h..h’tschoo! Heh’hupsshooo!” 

Lizzie chuckled, reaching over to squeeze your thigh gently, “Bless-“ She started but stopped when your breath hitched again preemptively. 

“H’htschoo!” You ducked your head into your elbow as you covered your final sneeze, sniffling wetly in the aftermath, scrunching up your nose as you wiped it against the end of your sleeve. 

“There's tissues in the glove box baby, blow your nose.” Lizzie sighed, regretting that she hadn’t pushed further for you to stay home. 

You nodded and reached for the tissues, blowing your nose loudly and rubbing at your eyes. The headache was only getting worse, and your throat felt like it was on fire. You tried to distract yourself by looking out the window again, but everything seemed to blur together in a dizzying haze. 

By the time you arrived at Lizzie's parents' house, you were feeling worse than ever. Your head was pounding, your nose was running nonstop, and your throat was so sore it hurt to swallow. You tried to put on a brave face when you greeted her parents, but they could tell something was wrong. 

As soon as you walked in the door, Lizzie's mom greeted you with a big hug. "Oh, honey, you don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. 

You forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to worry her. "I'm just a little under the weather. Nothing to worry about," you replied, your voice scratchy and hoarse. 

Lizzie's dad came over to give you a handshake and a pat on the back, but you winced in pain as the pressure on your back sent a wave of pain through your body. Lizzie noticed your discomfort and quickly intervened, guiding you over to the couch and offering you a glass of water. 

You gratefully accepted the water, taking a sip to soothe your sore throat. Lizzie sat down next to you, her hand resting on your knee as she asked, "Do you need anything else, love?" 

You couldn’t help but feel your heavy eyes begin to close on their own as you fought to keep yourself awake as you leant your head against Lizzie’s shoulder, “No, it’s fine.” 

Lizzie frowned as she felt the heat radiating off of you. She knew that you were running a fever, and she didn't want to push you too hard. "Maybe we should head back home, sweetheart," she suggested gently. 

You shook your head, not wanting to ruin the visit. "No, I'm fine. Let's just hang out for a bit," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Lizzie hesitated, but eventually she relented when she parents joined the two of you in the living room. 

You tried your best to keep yourself composed as you chatted with Lizzie's parents. But as the conversation went on, the pressure in your sinuses began to build, and you knew that you were on the verge of a sneeze. 

You tried to hold it in, but it was no use. Your body gave in, and you let out a loud, explosive sneeze. "H'tschh!" Your hand shot up to cover your nose and mouth, but it was too late. 

Lizzie's mom rushed over to you with a handful of tissues, concern etched on her face. "Oh, honey, are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asked. 

You nodded, grateful for the tissues. You blew your nose, wincing as the pressure in your head intensified. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you tried to hide your embarrassment. 

Lizzie's dad gave you a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, we've all been there," he said, trying to make you feel better. 

“You’re definitely getting a cold.” Lizzie sighed, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. You could do little more to respond, that insistent itch still lingering in your nose before you eventually sneezed down into your tissues yet again, mumbling out your apology afterwards. 

Lizzie's mom reached over to hand you another tissue, giving you a sympathetic smile. "Bless you, dear. It sounds like you're really not feeling well," she said kindly whilst Lizzie wrapped her arms around you, holding you closer to her. 

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not listening to Lizzie's advice to stay home. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a scene," you apologised, your voice still scratchy and hoarse. 

Lizzie's dad patted you on the back. "No need to apologise, we understand. Sometimes these things just happen," he said, giving you a reassuring smile. 

But you couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and discomfort. You were starting to feel like a burden on everyone, like you were ruining the visit. You tried to excuse yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air, but Lizzie insisted on coming with you. 

Outside, the cool air felt good on your flushed face, but you couldn't escape the pounding in your head or the congestion in your sinuses. You leaned against Lizzie, feeling her warmth and support as you tried to catch your breath. 

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't mean to ruin the visit." 

Lizzie pulled you closer, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You didn't ruin anything, sweetheart. We just want you to feel better," she said, her voice soft and gentle. 

You leaned into her, feeling the weight of exhaustion and sickness weighing you down. "I just want to go home," you said, your voice barely audible. 

Lizzie nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. She helped you back to the car, settling you in the passenger seat before going back inside to explain the situation to her parents. 

As Lizzie drove you home, you leaned your head against the window, feeling the cool glass soothing against your hot skin. Lizzie's hand found yours, squeezing it gently as she drove. 

“Maybe you should try and take a nap sweetheart, you look exhausted.” 

 “Naps are only for babies and old people. I'm neither.”  You mumbled, but still you found yourself giving in and closing your eyes. 

Lizzie chuckled softly. "Well, in that case, you're just taking a rest. You need it." She whispered, her voice filled with sympathy and love. 

You nodded sleepily, feeling grateful for Lizzie's understanding and care. As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that you were in good hands, and that Lizzie would be there to take care of you until you were feeling better. 

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Off Day Or Day Off

Summary: Reader has a bad day due to a chronic illness they struggle with (POTS). Luckily Lizzie and Scarlett look after her.

Tw: headache, mild pots, exhaustion / fatigue, pain medicine, mentions of passing out

Words: 2129

A/n sorry for such a long absence I got diagnosed with POTS so I have been in and out of the hospital for appointments for the past few weeks. So, this fic is kinda just me projecting. Also, POTS stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (for those who don’t know). Let me know if you want a part 2.

You knew today was going to be hard when you opened your eyes to see your alarm had already been going off for a good half hour.

Whilst not something that was unusual for you, it did pose some insight into how the rest of the day may go. Taking a deep breath, you gathered the strength to sit up, still feeling exhausted to your bones and wanting nothing more than to lay back down and keep sleeping.

Reaching out to smack the alarm in order to finally get it to shut up, it took a few tries to finally hit the button.

You were tired despite having slept over the recommended eight hours. You were tired when you woke up and you had no doubt you would be tired when you went to sleep.

Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you braced yourself to stand up. Once on your feet you stayed upright for a good half a second before sitting back down hard.

Yep, today was an off day.

Trying again you managed to stick the landing this time, but still had to pause to wait for the patches in your vision to clear up first before doing anything.

You were vaguely aware of a dull ache in your temples and a general feeling of malaise and fatigue across your whole body.

You leant against the wall of your bedroom while pulling on some fresh pant and swapping out your pyjama shirt for a clean and presentable top.

You fought to stay upright while hopping around to stick the socks over your cold feet.

Throwing your notebook and pencil case into your backpack before pulling your laptop off the charge you added it to your bag and slung it over your shoulder, not bothering to do up the zip just yet.

Scanning the room your eyes caught on the small medical pouch were you had left it the day before. Groaning you circled back to grab it and triple check it was stocked with extra electrolyte packets before tossing it into your already full bag.

Your footsteps were heavy on the stairs as you plodded down to the kitchen, the voices of your little sister and mother only seeming to aggravate your growing headache.

You gripped the railing as you descended the stairs just in case your fatigue flared anymore than it already had.

As you shuffled into the kitchen you distantly listened to your mum wish you a good morning. Feeling tired and slightly annoyed at the whole situation you mumbled something incoherent back to her.

Scarlett had been your mother for almost ten years now after the adoption had gone through. You had met on the set for one of her earlier marvel films and due to your less-than-ideal situation and close bond with the actress she had adopted you.

It hadn’t been until a few months into living with her that she begun to take notice of your fatigue and various other issues. She had been with you every step of the process to get diagnosed and despite your fears she had stayed by your side.

You had been managing your tachycardia for a long time now and the symptoms of POTS weren’t as intense as they once were. However, from time to time you still had flare up which caused you a lot of heart ache and suffering.

As you slid into your place at the kitchen table Scarlett set down a plate of bacon and toast for you whilst she continued listening to the constant chatter stemming from your younger sister.

Scarlett nodded along with Rose’s story as she observed you closely. She had noted something was off almost straight away and knew you were doing your best to keep up a front.

It was Scarlett’s day off and as such she was tasked with taking Rose to school as Colin had headed into work early for a meeting with the writers.

You weren’t too interested in the food your mother had given you. Despite loving bacon and usually chomping it down with gusto you felt gross and tired.

Scarlett took note of your slow pace and droopy eyes as she took roses dishes back to the sink and loaded them into the dishwasher.

Scarlett had been trying to help you get better at advocating for yourself by simply making you ask for her help. She hoped it would help you speak up for yourself more now that you had more recognised needs. However, she also knew when to step in and simply help if you didn’t ask first.

She frowned at the sight of your backpack slung over the back of the chair knowing full well she didn’t want you going to uni if you were unwell.

As you continued to poke at your food with a fork and a bored expression that barely masked the exhaustion Scarlett sent rose to get dressed.

“Alright munchkin, what’s going on?” Scarlett said sitting down next to you.

“‘M fine mum. Just tired, I didn’t sleep well.” You grumbled still mining away at the edge of the slightly burnt toast with your fork.

Scarlett frowned as she knew you had been asleep before ten after she had poked her head in at around nine fifty to see if you were up.

“In that case maybe you should stay home today and get some rest sweetheart.” Scarlett said softly.

“No. No, I’m ok.” You said shaking your head which wasn’t a great idea as the patches reappeared in your vision.

“Alright.” Scarlett said admitting defeat for now. “I have to take rose to school; do you need a lift to uni?” She asked and you nodded pushing away the full plate of food. “Ok then come get your shoes on.”

You nodded again and stood. Just as she had expected Scarlett watched as you swayed on your feet slightly, blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision as your hand blindly reached for the table to provide the support you needed dot stay upright.

“Alright. No.” Scarlett said. “Definitely not. You’re staying here sweet girl.”

“But i’m-“ you begun only to be cut off.

“If the next words out of your mouth are “I’m fine.” I’ll make you take the whole week off.” Scarlett said and your lips snapped shut. “Go make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll have lizzie come stay with you while I’m out. She has the day off too and before you start, I’m sure she would like to spend the time with you.” Scarlett said before you could protest hindering the younger actresses schedule with your change of plans.

Before you could protest Scarlett gave you a look that kept the words in your throat from leaving.

“You’re not a problem y/n. Lizzie loves to spend time with you, and it makes her feel better to be able to help you out. Plus, I don’t want to leave you here alone in case you need something or pass out.” She said sternly but kindly.

“But I haven’t passed out before.” You grumbled.

“There’s a first time for everything.” Scarlett said. “Now go get comfy while I call Lizzie.” She said pressing a kiss to your head and giving you a light shove in the direction of the living room.

As you settled into a small nest on the couch you begun scrolling through Disney plus before settling on something to watch. You heard Scarlett talking on the phone in the kitchen before she appeared and handed you a water bottle which no doubt was filled with electrolytes. She spoke to Lizzie for a bit longer before coming back once the call was done.

“Drink.” She instructed, nodding to the bottle in your lap. “Lizzie will be over soon. I have to take rose in and then we can have a movie day and see if Lizzie wants to join us.”

“Ok.” You mumbled feeling bad for ruining everyone’s plans.

“None of that. We love you and we would rather spend the day making you feel better than knowing you’re not ok and doing what we planned.” Scarlett said as she picked up roses backpack and grabbed her trainers from the doorway.

Rose came and hugged you goodbye before continuing her endless chatter about something or other as she and Scarlett disappeared out the doorway. Scarlett blowing you a kiss as she left.

Snuggling down into the blankets you felt your eyelids droop as the show played on in the background.

What couldn’t have been more than five minutes later the doorbell rang before the door opened. You knew Lizzie had a a key, but she always rung the doorbell before she let herself in just to let you know it was her.

You heard the door shut and the sound of her taking off her shoes before she came upstairs.

“Y/n?” She called out as she walked down the hallway.

“In here.” You said barely shouting.

A moment later Lizzie entered the room, her face looking a little sad at the sight of you all bundled up and sleepy, your arms wrapped around your water bottle as your eyes drifted shut.

“Hiii.” You mumbled quietly.

“Hi sweet girl. Oh, look at you, it’s not a good day, is it?” She asked as she took the seat beside you on the couch.

“No.” You huffed as you shuffled over into her side.

Lizzie’s hands went straight to your hair as she brushed her fingers through it. She guided your head to her lap and gently began braining locks of your hair. The feeling of her fingers on your scalp relaxed you as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Have some more to drink first baby, then you can have a nap, okay?” She said helping you sit up and sip some of the electrolyte drink before guiding you back to her lap as her hands took their place back in your hair.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again.

The next time you woke up Lizzie’s hand was still gently massaging your head which was helping with the now whopping headache you had. You shifted slightly prompting Lizzie to look down from the show she had put on and see you were awake.

“Hi sweetheart, how are we feeling love?” She asked softly.

“Headache, tired and lousy.” You mumbled turning your face into her stomach making her chuckle softly at your cuteness.

“That’s no good.” She said frowning now she registered your words. “Want me to get your mum to bring some Panadol and a snack?” She asked and you nodded into her stomach.

Lizzie gently reached down and placed her hands over your ears to shield you from the noise as she began calling out to Scarlett who you hadn’t noticed return.

“Scar car you bring y/n/n some Panadol and a snack!” She called and you faintly heard your mum’s response before Lizzie was prompting you to drink some more of the electrolyte drink in your water bottle.

“Sorry I know this wasn’t what you two wanted to do on ur day off” you said to both actresses when Scarlett came in with some cupcakes, she and rose had baked the day before and a strip of Panadol.

“Honey…” Lizzie said looking sad. “I’ll always be here when you need me.” She said softly.

“Yeah, I can’t get rid of you.” Scarlett joked making all three of you laugh.

When you winced at the noise Scarlett went straight to mum mode as she popped out two of the tablets and put them in your hand before nodding to the water bottle.

“Alright, what are we watching?” Scarlett asked situating herself on your other side and pulling your legs into her lap, so you were laid across the two of them.

“Whatever y/n/n wants.” Lizzie said chucking the remote to you.

“I’m thinking marvel.” You grinned making both women groan in protest.

You put on age of ultron and barely twenty minutes in Lizzie’s gentle head scratches had lulled you back into the arms of sleep.

POTS was hard to live with but with all the people in your life supporting you it was bearable.

Part 2

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Shooting A Music Video, Weed and The Dodgers

Part 44 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 4.4K

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Tuesday August 2nd, 2022

Liz's POV

"Do you think if I mooned them, they would leave?"

One of my best friends, Clay, says as we sit outside a cafe with paparazzi down the street. I chuckle and shake my head. "As funny as that would be, I don't think my publicist would want pictures of your butt and my face circulating around."

I glare down the street at about three men with cameras looking our way.

Clay hums, disappointed. "I guess you're right. Damn you for being a movie star." I angle my head over to him and squint at him playfully through my sunglasses. He turns to me after a moment and sighs. "We can leave if you want?" I shake my head. "No, they'll just follow us, and I need this distraction. Sitting at the house alone was driving me crazy." I pick up my iced coffee and swirl it around.

"I still don't understand why you didn't just go with her," Clay says as he faces me more directly. I give a slight shrug. "I didn't want to bombard her." Clay rolls his eyes dramatically. "Oh, come on. If anyone wants you to be on her music video shoot, it would be Y/n! The star of it!" He stares at me. "So bullshit. Give me the real reason, Lizard."

Damnit. Clay always knows when I'm bullshitting.

"Fine." I groan as I lean in my seat and place my elbows on the outdoor table. "Lately...- okay, Y/n and have talked, but lately she's felt this pressure... you know from the label, her fans, friends, and family. Some of it's real. Some of it's not. But she still feels it and wants to do her best." I take off my baseball cap and run my hand through my hair as Clay nods along before I put the blue hat back on. "Did she ask you not to come?"

I stop at the question. "She didn't not ask me."

"Lizzie. What does that mean?!" Clay flops back against his seat with a groan. "It means she asked me to go with her weeks ago, but as the day of the shoot neared, she never brought it up. So I scheduled my lunch with you, and Y/n never asked me." I pick up my iced coffee and take a sip from the horrible paper straw.

Clay scoffs, sounding a little disappointed. "So not only was this lunch a backup plan, but the couple who does their best to talk about communication this and communication that... Can't talk to one another and say what they want?"

I sigh again. "Look, I just wanted it to be easier for her. Plus, with my sister Courtney directing the video, I didn't want to take away from both of their future successes." Clay nods at that. "Okay, I guess I can understand."

"And before you start, Y/n and I talked this morning. We're good like that. Well, actually, we did a little more than talk..." I look away as I sip my iced coffee again. "What does that- oh- ew! Lizzie!" I smirk and look back at him. "I had to help her find some way to relax this morning." Clay shakes his head. "You've gotten vulgar since Y/n."

I look at him with an amused expression.

"Okay, we both know that's not true..." Clay admits. "But still! I don't need to hear it anymore!" I laugh and lean back in my seat again. "Deal." I pause as I look over Clay. "So, still no luck finding the ring?" Clay shakes his head. "I mean, he says he wants to get married, and meanwhile, my finger is still bare." I laugh with Clay, but on the inside, I think about my conversations with Y/n as of late.

When will she do it?

Meanwhile, a little more north of the city with fifteen days until the release of her album, hex, aka Y/n, is wishing she would've asked- no begged Lizzie to be here.

Y/n, dressed in her brown boots, jeans with a matching jacket, and a t-shirt with her own album cover on it, walks a few steps closer to the edge of the cliff overlooking out into the Pacific as Courtney Olsen directs a camera operator to show the luscious green of the hill behind Y/n before Courtney gets pulled away to go over some last-minute details.

Y/n definitely wishes she had listened when Max suggested doing this in the desert. Palm Springs sounds nice this time of year. "Okay, and someone bring Joni to set." Y/n hears from a walkie-talkie as an assistant walks by.

Joni is the name of the song and the character of the girlfriend in the music video who breaks Hex's heart and repairs it.

(Always Joni by Trousdale)

Y/n was not involved in the hiring process. Liz kind of made sure of that... but the second Cailee Spaeny grabbed the old Polaroid camera she would be using on this music video shoot, Liz knew as pretty as she was, Cailee had to be hired.

Anyways, as Y/n looks back at the number of people on set, running around with equipment, lights, and walkies, she starts to get in her head. Once again, going over the breathing exercises her therapist, Sofia, taught her. But it's not helping.

And before anyone knows it, she's gone.

Approximately twenty minutes later, as Lizzie hugs Clay goodbye and walks him to his car, Courtney begins to call up her sister.

She's praying the older Olsen won't kill her. As the phone vibrates in her (the) row pouch, Liz picks it up and looks at the screen before smiling. Despite her relaxed demeanor with Clay, Liz has been dying to know how the shoot has been going.

So, as she walks to her black Prius, she answers the call.

"Hey, Court! How's it going? Have you started? On you on break?" I check the small leather-bound watch on my wrist. "No, actually, you guys should be filming right now? Is something wrong?" I ask that last question half-jokingly. However, the longer the pause is between Courtney and me, the larger the concern grows. "Court?" Courtney finally speaks up on the opposite end. "Hey, Lizzie..."

I'm not too fond of this tone. It's as if she's talking to me like I'm a kid who's about to find out our dog died.

"Court." I dryly state as I hop into my car and start it up. Immediately, the Bluetooth connects. "Courtney, what's wrong? Is it Y/n? Is she hurt?" I put my seatbelt on as quickly as I can as more worry starts to spread.

"No. No! Y/n isn't hurt at all."

I pause and take a breather. Closing my eyes for a split second. "Okay..." I let out some air. "So what's going on? What is wrong?" My hands find themselves on the steering wheel as I dart my green eyes around the road before safely pulling the car out from the street parking spot.

"So..." Courtney has another pause before clearing her throat. "We don't know where she is..." Instantly, my head whips to the small screen in the middle of her car as if I can see my sister. I open and close my mouth before finding my voice. Deep and firm. "What do you mean!?"

On the other side of the phone, Courtney is sitting isolated against a trailer. Her eyes closed as she gets ready for the wrath of her sweet sister. "I mean, she was here one second and gone the next."

"I swear to-" I pick up my phone and search through my apps, going to contacts and clicking on Y/n's name. My eyes flickering up and down from my phone to the road.

I know. I know I'm usually much safer than this.

At the same time, Courtney is rambling, spiraling if I had to guess. "We tried looking everywhere. No one saw where she went. All of my calls and texts are being ignored. I don't have her location, but you do! Trust me, Lizzie, I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!"

It's quiet before I let out a huff on the other end of the call, making Courtney gulp. "Lizzie?" Courtney tries again.

"She's at a gas station," I say as I pull up the directions on the maps app to Y/n's last known location. "Oh my gosh? Really? Is it close to me?!" Courtney questions on the other end as a text of the address comes through. I glance at the map before turning my Prius around, making a car swerve around me and blaring its horn. I give them a small wave, ignoring the man throwing a fit as I look at the directions. "It looks like it might be." I can hear the relief from Courtney.

However, I won't feel comfortable until I have Y/n in my arms. She's been so worried and feeling the total weight of imposter syndrome as the album drop becomes closer and closer. So I won't stop at nothing to reassure her she belongs. Here and with me.

I exhaled another shaky breath as my knuckles turn white around the wheel. "God help me, Courtney if she is hurt or anything!"

"I know. I know!!" Courtney does her best to ease me as I hear her running on the other end. "I'm heading to the address. I'll probably get there before you." I nod. "Just make sure she's okay and text me. I'll be there as quick as I can." I say as I switch lanes. "And let me talk to her."

Courtney nods. "Okay. I'm really sorry, Lizzie. I don't know what happened."

Y/n POV

I stand at the checkout counter of a gas station as the cashier, Jul, rings me up. Yes, that's her actual name. Jul. They look me up and down before smiling. "You from out of town?" They ask, making me tilt my head ever so slightly and arch an eyebrow. "No. Not really."

They shrug.

"You just have a certain look to you." I look down at the clothes I'm supposed to wear for the music video. "Yeah, I guess I do..." I reply before looking up at Jul's brown eyes. She smirks at my red painted lips and hits a button on the register. "I'm just saying. Looks good on you."

Were they flirting with me?"

"Thanks," I say as I grab my phone out and use the Apple Pay feature before my girlfriend's face shows up calling me. Again. I rapidly declined it, grabbed my water, and walked out of the gas station before Jul could look at my face again.

The vans on my feet hit the grey asphalt of the lot as I started walking. No destination in mind.

Honestly, I'm too busy thinking about how much my little break is going to cost me. Will it cost me my music video? My music? My career? Will this be the night Bo calls me and tells me I'm done? I mean fuck will this be the hour that Robbie turns back up from whatever hole he's in and tells me how right he was?

I'm not sure...

But as I wipe my eyes, I find myself at a lookout—the ocean's blue in the distance. I sit on the safety rail and wait. Wait for my mind to come back? Or wait till someone finds me?

Once again, I'm not sure.

Some time passes before a van parking behind me breaks up my silence. I don't need to turn around to know who it is. The tires' screeching and the door slam give it away.

However, Courtney and the small team gathered don't approach me. They remain back, making me turn my head. A small mistake because the looks on their faces range from concerned to angry.

I've wasted their time. Money. Resources. I've made someone who cares so much about me worried on a day that should've been about them as well. Courtney. Directing her first music video. I ruined it. I don't even care when an operator holds a camera to me before I turn my head away again.

I can sense Courtney's need to come to my side and comfort me. She's an excellent friend and sister to Liz.

I'm about to finally get up when a car comes zooming into the lookout parking, taking up two spots instead of one. I watch as Liz's black Prius gets put into park before my girlfriend storms out of the car and to me. Her sunglasses flying off her face. "Y/n!" She yells as she places her hands on my arms and looks at my eyes.

She's the perfect mix of scary and soft.

Her hands move up and down before they reach my face. Holding me with gentle care. And at that moment, I see relief on her beautiful face. Her eyes relax as she looks to me. "You're okay." She whispers between us before lifting her lips and kissing me.

It's delicate and makes everything feel better before she lifts her hands away from me, only to push them directly into my chest, knocking my lips and body away from her. "What the hell is the matter with you!" She yells as I stumble back. "You had me worried sick! I drove like hell to get here! I ran a red light!" She uses her hand to point to her chest as she starts marching closer to me again. I love it when she talks with her hands... "I speeded and cut off a minivan! Do you know how bad of a driver you made me? I probably looked like a deranged driver!" She throws her hands up in frustration before they land on her LA Dodgers hat, overlapping one another.

I stare back at Liz. The anger on her face slowly morphs into her natural state before she takes one more step closer. Her green orbs roam my face before they stare into my eyes once more. She frowns and reaches an arm out to me before her side collides with mine, and her hand finds the middle of my back. Her face is against my shoulder as she looks at me.

Her gaze is mindful. She has questions but is letting the silence breathe. I look out from the ocean in the distance and down at my Olsen, and I can't help but let a smile form on my face. "I can not imagine you speeding anywhere," I say before clearing my throat.

Liz is not amused with my comment as she rolls her eyes and huffs. Her hand pushed against my chest. "It's not funny!"

"A little bit," I reply, causing her to push her body away from mine and face me. Her hair blowing in the wind from the nearby valley. Her eyes shining in the California sun. She stays locked onto me before shaking her head. The tiniest smile shows itself.

Making me smile more.

Unbeknownst to us, our conversation is being captured on the camera rolling behind us with the direction of Courtney as she, too, films on her phone.

"I should've asked you to come today," I say as I walk towards my Liz. She nods. "You should've." She says back with a bit of sass in her voice after the scare I gave her moments ago. But then she lets out a breath. "I should've come regardless."

I give her a flat smile as we look at one another.

"Communication/non-communication/miscommunication being our cliche troupe kinda sucks." I laugh, making Liz shake her head as she once again leans into me. "I thought you told me you stopped reading fan fiction." My laugh vibrates in my chest as Liz looks up at me. "I did, but they kept putting out more Y/n & Elizabeth Olsen ones."

"Who are they?" She asks. "The people doing the good work," I respond, knowing full well that I'm all about the Y/n & Natasha Romanoff Alternate AUs.

God, please don't ever have Lizzie look at my account.

"I love you," Liz says to me as she sighs. "I love you too," I say after clearing my throat. "Why here?" She asks after a minute. "I don't know..." I answer truthfully. "I just... I freaked out and started walking and..." I gesture towards where we are now. "I wasn't thinking." Liz nods ever so slightly as she listens to my words. "Why didn't you call me? Or talk to Courtney? Or anyone else?"

I swallow. "Because I didn't know..." I stop and think about my words. "Because I don't think I knew I needed space or time to just be in the moment." Liz looks at me as I explain. Her face one of love and care. "I've been so nonstop for a while now that I feel this- this weight on me. To keep going. To not screw up. This is me trying. Trying to make it and ensure no one else can see me..." My lips quiver as my genuine emotions start to bubble to the surface. Elizabeth's hands instantly hold my face as her thumbs rub my cheeks. "I'm worried... I don't want to fail."

Liz doesn't say a thing as she pulls me into a long, warm hug. Her hands wrap themselves over one another behind my back, keeping me locked in.

My tears subside as I sniffle and lift my face away from her body. When she looks at me, she smiles and coos slightly as she wipes my face. "Oh baby, your makeup." I can't help but chuckle before stopping her touches on my face.

"You won't fail," Liz says to me, and I nod. I know I won't. I know I've worked my ass off to be here. I've had people support me all the way. "It's just hard when this." I point to my brain. "Doesn't turn off all the way." Liz nods back, knowing that this will probably be a serious conversation again in the future. "I get it." She takes a hold of my hands and keeps her eyes on me. "But I'm here with you. Always."

"I know." I clear my throat once more. "I'm sorry for not calling you and making you worry."

Liz looks from me to the small crew behind me before looking back at me as I glance to see the group. "You can make it up to me later." I smile and nod to her words. "Of course," I reply.

Liz and I hold each other's side as we look out at the ocean and let the comfortable silence surround us before quiet footsteps make their way to us.

Its Courtney.

"Hey, guys..." We look over, and I see her sad but hopeful smile. My arm removes itself from Liz as I move to Courtney and wrap her into a hug. The headphones on her head colliding with my skull. "I'm sorry," I say, muffled into Courney's shoulder.

She immediately holds me as well and lets me know that it's alright.

Whether it was or not.

"I wish you would've talked to me." She says, making me nod and smile. "All you Olsen's are the same." Liz shakes her head behind me. "Trust me, we're not." Country laughs as well before scratching the back of her neck. "So I can understand if you want to shoot the music video on another day, but I-"

The word no flies from my mouth before I can stop it, making Courtney close her mouth and look at me. The Olsens taught that.

No means no.

"Look, I know..." I glimpse from Courtney to the small crew that came with her to help find me—speaking to everyone. "Look, I know what I did was dumb and irresponsible. I'm sorry for that. But I still want to shoot this. I still want to make something beautiful, and it won't be possible without any of you." My eyes glance at Court and Liz when I say those last words. "I just needed a moment." I chuckle awkwardly.

Courtney puts an arm around me and pats my back.

"I'm down. Plus, I'm still getting paid." Courtney looks to the crew. "And I still need a job." She smiles, making some of the other people standing in the grass with us smile and nod.

Liz comes up behind me and kisses my cheek. "I'm proud of you."

I look to my right. "I love you."

"I love you too." She replies, and before I know it, I'm giving a similar speech to the one I just made to the rest of the crew back at the original site.

To my surprise, everyone stays.

Even a few crew members made sure to stop by and let me know that I wasn't alone in my feelings and actions today. One of the PAs told me her sister left her future husband at the altar before finding the love of her life. She even showed me pictures of the lesbian couple.

And I know I might be biased, but I think I just filmed one of the greatest music videos of my life.

So far. Wink.

But what's even better is that as we were wrapping up for the night, as Liz was taking pictures and signing autographs for some crew members, Courtney pulled me aside. "I want you to take a look."

On the monitor in front of me was a rough cut of the footage for the video. I recognized a bit of it from a quick filming session we did at a studio last week. Other footage was from today, where Cailee Spaeny and I held each other and pretended to be ever so in love on a bed in the middle of the valley before scenes intercut with heartbreak played out. "It looks incredible, Courtney," I whisper, in awe of her direction and how she chose to move the camera around us. She looks at me and smiles. "Thank you. But keep watching." I look at her confused before looking closer at the monitor as the second half of the song kicks in and footage of Liz and I throughout our relationship shows up on screen.

Including today at the lookout.

"When you hired me for the job, you told me this song came from that point in your relationship with Lizzie when you didn't know the next step between you two." I nod along as I remember. "And then you saw her at the airport." I nod again and turn back to the screen as Courtney continues. "I just figured the song or video wouldn't benefit without the speckles of you and her... I can remove them if you want."

I look back to Courtney with my heart full of care and love that surrounds me. "I'll have to ask Li-" "She already signed off on it." I close my eyes and laugh as I wipe the corners. "Of course she did." I open my arms out to the dirty blonde and hug her. "Thank you. Again. For everything."

Courtney squeezes me before pulling away. "Can I ask you something? It's a little personal?" I tilt my head just a tad. "Sure." I drag out the word as Courtney usually blurts out whatever she wants to ask. "I know this isn't the first time you've... I don't want this to sound mean or judgy." I keep my eyes on her, asking her to keep going. "Have you spoken to a doctor or your therapist about your..." Courtney doesn't say another word as her voice dies in her throat, but I know what she is asking. "I have," I reply with a nod as the topic of panic attacks and knack for bolting hangs in the air.

Courtney nods back. "Okay. I didn't mean to sound rude or anything, Y/n, you know that." I nod to her and give her a reassuring smile. "I know." She gives me one back. "I just care a lot about you. And my sister."

"I appreciate it," I say. "I'm actively working on it." Courtney gives me another nod before looking back at the monitor. "So, is this good?" She points to the still of Liz and me laughing on the screen. "I can't wait to see it done." Courtney smiles and gives a little pump of her fist. "Ah! Yay!" She goes back to her old goofy self, leading me to laugh before she blurts out: "Maybe you guys can try smoking or gummies again."

"Well, I was not expecting to hear that," Liz says as she enters the small tent where we are. I laugh. Liz looks at each of us. "I'm just saying," Courtney replies, making Liz look to me. "I don't even want to know. Did you see the changes?" I nod and surprise Liz with a kiss, making Court gag.

Liz, without looking with her eyes closed and her lips on mine, hits her sister.

"I love the idea."

Liz smiles wide and scrunches her face at me, making me fall deeper in love with her.

"You know," I say as I pull Liz's baseball cap off of her and put it onto my head as we walk to Liz'z car, one of the last ones to leave for the day. "You still have yet to take me to a Dodgers game."

"Oh, and after my heart attack from today, I would be the one taking you?" Okay. Point Liz. 0-1. "You know..." I start up again and take the keys from Liz's hand. "I have yet to take you to a Dodgers game."

Liz blushes as I hold my arm around her. "You're right. That sounds like fun." She looks up at me. "They have a home game on Thursday."

"So it's a date?"

"It's a date."

After finally making it home and having an easy takeout meal, Liz talked to Clay, Aubrey, Kathyrn, and her friend and potential co-star Natasha Lyonne about Liz and I maybe becoming stoners again... Also, I say 'potential co-star' because it all depends on how much Liz and Co can get for funding for their movie they're looking to make. I've met Azazel before and, of course, love Sorry For Your Loss.So I'm hoping his project, His Three Daughters, sees the light of day.

Oh, where was I? Oh right.

After finally doing all that, Liz is in the shower as I lay in bed with my headache hat on. It works wonders for me but gives Liz a headache, which is strange. Don't you think?

I feel my phone buzz next to me. I lift the hat from over my eyelids and open my eyes as my left hand grabs my phone.

It's one text from Jess Parker: "The Ring is ready."

Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, the Dodgers won the game I took Liz to. 5-3.

[ashecampos]

-smoking hot-

“could i trouble you for a cigarette?”

Y/N’s a hot smoker who Wanda is so desperate to impress, so desperate that she would go up to the girl having never smoked before and ask the girl for a cigarette

The music was blaring and teenagers roamed the halls of some random kids house, drinks provided of course and a lot of bad decisions to come. Wanda had seen them a few times with them being in most of her classes, yet all she knew about the mysterious person was that they where popular yet such a loner, she had continuously seen them alone smoking in various corners of the college they both attended. And when Wanda caught glimpse of the mysterious person at her best friends 18th birthday party, she knew with the liquid courage in her system that she HAD to make her move.

-

Wanda’s best friend had practically shoved Wanda over to where the person was yet after a few seconds of silence, Wanda has accepted her fate and silently walked away, being replaced by her twin brother. Pietro was one of those popular jocks who knew everything about everyone, knowing this Wanda had made a mental note of her brother and Y/N’s friendship, y/n had been around the Maximoff house a few times actually, once they had helped Pietro get home safe after a practice one night when he broke his ankle, another time they had brought Wanda snacks and ice cream because Pietro had told them that Wanda’s dumbass ex had broken up with her, they ended up making Wanda Paprikash and leaving it outside her door with the snacks, ice cream and a note which Pietro had then told Wanda about his new friend that had put this much effort into making his sister feel good after such a hard day. Wanda needed to know more, or actually interact with the person who had piqued her interest.

-

Many drinks later, Wanda stumbled outside in attempt to grab some air, in doing so, she had found the person her heart had been violently beating for. Y/n stood there, alone, with a cigarette hanging out of their perfect mouth. “Hey” y/n says upon recognising the other teenager to be her best friends sister, Wanda however, stands looking at the smoking hot 18 year old, wondering how to impress them “can I try one?” Wanda quickly asked, y/n lifted an eyebrow, knowing Wanda to be a goodie two shoes yet having Wanda ask them for a cigarette is very new to them. Nodding, y/n took their tab box out of their hoodie pocket and holds the open box out to Wanda, who slowly takes one and asks for a lighter, once y/n hands her one, she puts the cigarette in her mouth and strikes the lighter, after a few attempts the cigarette doesn’t light, she looks over to her peer who is holding in a laugh “what?” she asks feeling dumbfounded under the gaze of her crush. “come here” y/n said, Wanda quickly obliged, walking closer to y/n “pass the lighter I’ll do it for you” y/n commands with a slight smirk, upon grabbing the lighter, y/n had stepped closer to the girl and put the cigarette back in her mouth, they put one hand hovering around the cigarette to block the winds draft and another holding the lighter, they struck the lighter and lit the cigarette first time. Taking the cigarette out of her mouth to speak “thankyou” Wanda thanked y/n for the simple task. “So any update on the boyfriend?” Y/n asks in their deep monotone voice that Wanda loves so much, a chuckle escapes her throat and she shakes her head “I’m looking to get over that douchebag” she states, seeing the opportunity y/n quickly takes it “why don’t we go to the bowling alley and diner next weekend?” Y/n smirks “why those places? They seem a bit out of your comfort zone” Wanda quickly asks “Piet always talks about how you love the 60s and that’s as close as we are going to get around here” y/n states while rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly like a child that had just been caught in the act which made Wanda infatuated by the teenager.

[lifespectator]

As 2022 ends, here are some of the looks Elizabeth Olsen gave us this year (feel free to share more). Can't wait to see more of her in 2023

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Throw A Tantrum

Mafia Boss!Lizzie Olsen x fem!reader

Summary: Lizzie won't stop asking you to marry her, it's become a game between you two now, but when Lizzie doesn't handle a situation right you blow off and go on a little shopping trip with her card

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Lizzie and you have an argument

A/N: This is based off of this post

You always knew there was something different about Lizzie. Growing up together in the quiet suburbs, she always had this aura of command around her, even as kids. But you never imagined that one day she would become the head of the mafia, and you certainly didn't expect her to want to marry you.

Living with Lizzie in her sprawling, luxurious penthouse was an experience in itself. The place was a stark contrast to your childhood homes, filled with top-of-the-line furnishings and an almost intimidating level of sophistication. But despite the opulence, there were small touches that made it feel like home—photos of the two of you over the years, your favorite books on the shelves, and the cozy blanket you always curled up with draped over the back of the couch.

One evening, you were curled up on that very couch, reading a book, when Lizzie strolled into the living room. She leaned against the doorframe, her presence both comforting and intimidating, a paradox you had come to accept.

"Marry me," Lizzie said, for the hundredth time, her tone half-serious, half-teasing. Her dark green eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at you.

"No," you replied with a smirk, not even looking up from your book. It was a ritual between you two by now, a game you both enjoyed. Despite your refusals, Lizzie never stopped asking, and you never stopped saying no, but it was all part of the dance you two shared.

"You know," Lizzie began, walking over to sit next to you on the couch, "you'd make a perfect mafia queen. You've got the attitude for it."

"And you have the persistence of a stalker," you shot back, finally meeting her gaze. Her eyes softened, a look that made your heart race.

"I just know what I want," Lizzie said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I always get what I want."

You rolled your eyes, though the fluttering in your chest was hard to ignore. "You can't just go around deciding people's lives for them, Lizzie."

"Maybe not everyone," she conceded, a sly smile playing on her lips, "but you? You're different."

"Different how?" you challenged, leaning in slightly.

"Different as in, you're already my wife in every way that matters," she said softly, her fingers grazing your cheek. "I spoil you, protect you, and love you more than anything in this world."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words. Despite your playful refusals, you were deeply in love with Lizzie. You just couldn't admit it out loud, not when her life was filled with danger and uncertainty. But every touch, every glance she gave you made it harder to resist her.

"You're delusional," you teased, trying to keep the mood light, but your voice betrayed your true feelings.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips now inches from yours, "but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Before you could respond, she closed the gap, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. It was a kiss that spoke of years of friendship, unspoken feelings, and a future you were too scared to embrace.

When she finally pulled away, you were breathless, your resolve crumbling.

"One day," Lizzie murmured, her forehead resting against yours, "you'll say yes."

"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But until then, enjoy the chase."

Lizzie chuckled, pulling you into her arms. "Oh, I am, darling. I am."

And as you nestled into her embrace, surrounded by the familiarity of your shared home, you knew that no matter how much you teased or resisted, Lizzie would always be there, loving you in her own fierce, unwavering way.

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Lizzie's penthouse had five bedrooms, each more lavish than the last. Yet, from the moment you moved in, Lizzie had insisted that you share her bedroom. "For your protection," she'd said, her tone brooking no argument. You had reluctantly agreed, knowing that her insistence came from a place of love and concern.

One night, after a particularly trying day, you found yourself lying in bed with Lizzie. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the plush bedding and elegant décor. Lizzie's arms were wrapped around you, her hands roaming over your back in a soothing, familiar pattern. Her lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss, feeling a mixture of love and frustration.

You loved these moments and hated them all in one breath. The intimacy, the warmth of her touch, the way she made you feel safe and cherished—it was intoxicating. But it also made you painfully aware of how much you wanted to submit, to be hers completely. And that terrified you.

Lizzie's kisses grew more passionate, her hands exploring with a hunger that mirrored your own. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you deepened the kiss. Yet, in the back of your mind, a voice whispered that you couldn't allow yourself to fully give in. Not when her life was filled with danger and uncertainty.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes searched yours, as if seeking answers to unspoken questions. "What are you thinking?" she asked softly, her breath warm against your skin.

You hesitated, struggling to find the words. "I... I love you, Lizzie. You know that. But I can't—"

"Shh," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to explain. I understand."

And she did. Lizzie knew your fears, your doubts, and the reasons behind your resistance. She respected them, even if it meant enduring the ache of unfulfilled longing.

"I just want you to know that I'm here," Lizzie whispered, her fingers brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be here."

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Nestling closer to her, you allowed yourself to bask in the comfort of her embrace, even if just for a little while longer.

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It started out as a minor disagreement, something trivial about the way Lizzie handled a situation with one of her lieutenants. But, as things often did with the two of you, it quickly escalated.

“You never listen to me, Lizzie!” you shouted, frustration boiling over. “You just do whatever you want, without considering how it affects others!”

Lizzie’s eyes narrowed, her calm demeanor cracking just a bit. “I always listen to you. But sometimes, there are things you don’t understand about my world.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you retorted. “It’s your world, not ours. You always have to be in control.”

The argument continued to spiral until you stormed out, grabbing your keys and slamming the door behind you. You needed space, a chance to cool down and clear your head. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of retail therapy.

Hours passed, and you found yourself at the most luxurious boutiques in the city. Every swipe of your card felt like a small act of rebellion, a way to assert some control in a situation where you often felt powerless. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, anything and everything caught your eye.

Meanwhile, back at home, Lizzie was dealing with the aftermath of your fight. She knew she had pushed too hard, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit it. That is, until her phone rang.

“Miss Olsen,” the bank manager’s voice was cautious. “There’s been an unusual amount of spending on one of your accounts. We wanted to verify—”

“It’s fine,” Lizzie interrupted, a wry smile on her lips as she realized what you were doing. “Just my future wife throwing a tantrum.”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a tentative, “Understood, Miss Olsen. Should we impose any limits?”

“No,” Lizzie said firmly. “Let her buy whatever she wants. She’ll come home eventually.”

And she was right. Laden with shopping bags and feeling a mix of satisfaction and guilt, you finally returned. Lizzie was waiting, her expression a blend of amusement and exasperation.

“Had fun?” she asked, eyeing the mountain of bags you set down.

“Immensely,” you replied, though your tone was softer now, the anger having dissipated.

Lizzie stepped closer, taking your hands in hers. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I do listen to you, and I do care about what you think. Sometimes I just get… carried away.”

You sighed, leaning into her touch. “I know. And I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that.”

Lizzie pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “It’s okay. Just promise me you won’t run off and bankrupt me every time we argue.”

You laughed, the sound muffled against her shoulder. “Deal. But only if you promise to actually listen.”

“Deal,” she echoed, pulling back to look into your eyes. “Now, let’s go through these bags and see what my future wife bought.”

As you sat together, sorting through your extravagant purchases, you took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge. "Lizzie," you started, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Yes?" she looked up, her eyes full of curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

"Ask me again," you said softly.

Her brows furrowed for a moment before realization dawned on her face. A slow smile spread across her lips as she took your hands in hers once more. "Will you marry me?"

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Yes, Lizzie. I'll marry you."

Lizzie pulled you into a kiss, her arms tightening around you as if she never wanted to let go. And in that moment, surrounded by shopping bags and the remnants of a heated argument, you knew you had made the right decision. No matter the ups and downs, you were ready to face them together, as partners, as lovers, and now, as fiancées.

[loggiepj]

lizzie

Summary: just an angsty one shot story 😂✌🏳️‍🌈

"TOM SAID she had been using Rooney to gain more credits to her work, always insisting to come along Rooney when she's in film productions, pretending she was only supporting her then girlfriend just so she could give her scripts to producers. And she did this while cheating on her behind her back."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting into tears, hand on your chest, slipping to your collarbone then up to your neck as you willed yourself to breathe.

"That's awful," you heard Lizzie's beautiful voice slurring through the confines of the comfort room, through the door of the cubicle you were trapped in. "I can't believe she could do such a thing. She was so sweet and all, I thought . . . I thought—"

"Oh, we thought so too, Liz," another person chimed in, "but don't be easily fooled. I heard Rooney's lawyer will be filing a case against her sometime soon."

Your other hand went to embrace yourself, clutching against the side of your sweater as you might lose it.

"It was a risk on the producer's part to still include her in this film," said another, "knowing her reputation."

In the following silence, you could hear Elizabeth's sigh. "God, I wouldn't have known."

It was complete torture, having to listen through it all, having to witness how someone you had grown close to in the past few weeks could crush you down in an instant. Five minutes and thirty seven seconds, to be exact.

As if the gods above had acknowledged you had suffered enough, they eventually left the comfort room and began discussing about the next scenes as they walked through the door.

When you heard the door shut close, you broke down. The kind of cry where you seemed to be running out of air to breathe, as if you had been clawing your insides until there's nothing left. You didn't think it was possible to cry for someone like this. You felt like a kid, but you couldn't wail louder since anyone could just walk into the toilet.

The gossips you had endured during highschool, about you being gay, had nothing in comparison to what just happened. Especially the one who was involved was someone special to you. And it felt worse coming from her. To think that Lizzie would actually believe them, believe the rumors circulating about you. To think that she could be different from others. But you'd thought wrong.

It all started with Rooney. She was an actress you fell in love with when you got to work with her and Tom in Carol movie. You had been together with Rooney for almost six years. And yet for one simple action, a drunk crewmate kissing you on the lips inside the producer's room, mistaking you as his girlfriend, Rooney threw everything.

It was all one big misunderstanding. One night, you were just making love. The next, you weren't allowed to enter the penthouse you were both staying, considering Rooney owned that unit and you gave up yours when you moved in with her.

Her sister, Kate, the ever merciful one, contacted you afterwards the sudden eviction, saying that she would try to persuade Rooney to be at least forgiving to let you stay for the meantime while you were looking for another place to live.

But that didn't happen. After that incident, rumors of you cheating started to spread around in the industry, some were exaggerated to give that appeal. And no one trusted you anymore, that you would only use people to your own benefit.

If you weren't only friends with the director of the current film you were working with, you wouldn't have any project.

And then you met Elizabeth Olsen.

You can call me Lizzie, by the way, was what she said when the two of you first talked.

Lizzie had a very distinctive and elegant appearance. She had fair skin, light brown hair, and expressive eyes that were usually a striking green. She was almost an inch taller than you, but if she wore heels, you'd always look up to her whenever the two of you were talking.

You knew her from her massive role as Wanda Maximoff in Marvel Universe films, and you even used to idolize her as someone who's good in everything, no matter what genre the film she was in.

And you both just instantly clicked, like you were made for each other. You could talk to her for hours and hours through the production days, either before the filming would start, during breaks or at the end of the day. She would also share everything to you, with enthusiasm to your mutual interests, as if you were long-time friends. She looked at you without judgment, making you wonder if she knew about the rumors, the one thing that could destroy this newfound promising relationship. Knowing Lizzie wasn't into social media and stuff was what kept you asleep most nights.

You had even asked her to a date that weekend and you both enjoyed it to the fact that she almost invited you inside her nearby apartment when you gave her a ride home. There was this kind of feeling you feel whenever she was around, sometimes butterflies, sometimes longing.

But everything crumbled down when a newcomer saw the two of you flirting with each other.

YOU SPLASHED some cold water into your face as you prepared yourself to face the outside world, hoping it wasn't that obvious that you were just crying seconds ago.

When you went back to the studio to get some work done, you saw Lizzie on one corner practicing some lines with her co-star.

Maybe you were only overthinking it. Maybe she would see you through, talk to you about it, listen to your side of the story. But when you approached them, they only went silent.

"Hey," you greeted, trying to diminish any awkwardness.

"Hi Y/n," Lizzie replied with a smile, "we're just quickly rehearsing for the next scene."

"Oh, okay, sorry to bother you both," you said, "I'll just talk to you later then."

She only smiled back as she went back to her script. You would have just let it go if it weren't for the fact that she would always choose to talk to you.

LATER was no different as you went to knock against the door of her trailer upon hearing Lizzie's laughter inside. Abruptly, the laughters died, and you swore you could hear shushing. When her friend opened the door the second time you knocked, said friend only told you Lizzie wasn't in there even when you knew she was.

THROUGH the days that followed, it was slowly sinking in that maybe they got her too. That Lizzie believed them too.

You tried to give Lizzie the benefit of the doubt. That maybe she was only busy, knowing the most critical scenes were being shot. But you had probably sent her a lot of messages to which Lizzie had only replied words fewer and bland as compared to the older ones she had sent you.

WHEN you tried to approach Lizzie during one of the breaks, surprising her with your favorite cheesecake she said she liked, she thanked you rather hurriedly.

"Thanks, Y/n," she said. "You shouldn't have."

"It's fine," you said back, brushing her off as she tried to return the box to you. "I was in the area earlier when I passed by the store, and I remembered you wanting to eat another slice of it."

What was redness that you used to see adorned on Lizzie's cheeks, was inexistent as she hesitantly accepted the gift. You could tell she was sporting a smile you had seen her do whenever she was uncomfortable during interviews.

It gave you the kick to stop whatever this was you were doing. You then decided not to torture her anymore with how forward you were. It was clear she didn't want anything to do with you. That you were just mere friends in passing. That that date was only that. Nothing more.

"Lizzie!" someone called her from afar, apparently saving her from this awkward interaction. Saving you both.

"Shoot, sorry, Y/n," she said with an apologetic smile. "I have to leave, but thank you again for this. You're too sweet for this world."

You forced a huge smile her way. "Yeah, no worries. See you later."

BUT YOU had avoided her later. You had avoided them. And through the days that followed, you began distancing yourself from the cast and crew, knowing now what they had been talking behind your back. You just went to the studio to help work with the script then went back straight home. No more small talks in the hallway as you passed by them, occasionally wearing a hoodie over your face, wishing it was Harry Potter's cloak of invisibility.

At nights, you stared at the photos of the two of you together during production and even that one dinner date you had at a private restaurant, wondering how two individuals went from these to complete strangers.

You couldn't help but wonder if Lizzie has missed you at all. But when you glanced at her from a distance whenever you couldn't avoid not coming to the studio, laughing and making vlog with her co-stars and makeup artists, you could feel she was glad she dodged a bullet that was you. That she almost went out with someone like you, someone who couldn't be trusted.

You had even stopped eating your favorite cheesecake, knowing it would only remind you of her. Lesson learned. Never suggest your favorites to anyone.

THAT was when you started hanging out with Emma Watson, whom you had gotten closer as you were part of her writing crew in another film you were working for.

She had well defined cheekbones and chocolate brown eyes. But what stood out the most was her English accent. Sometimes, you just wanted to listen to her talk all day.

Emma already knew the rumors about you, and called them bullshit. Maybe it was the British in her, but she told you she didn't care about anyone's past other than first impressions. Besides, if she weren't a fan of your works, she wouldn't have given a chance to know you.

When she revealed to you she liked girls too, you grew more comfortable around her.

You also started to make friends with the other film's crew, and maybe that was what you needed, what you were missing. You no longer felt sad or lonely whenever you were around them. And having to fit two jobs in a day, it felt different having something to look forward to whenever you finished working for Lizzie's film. Good kind of different.

"WAIT, you're already leaving? Are you not going with us?" your director friend asked the moment he saw you packing things up, preparing to leave.

"What do you mean?"

"Liz invited the whole cast and crew for a housewarming party at her new house," he replied.

You had no idea but who were you to receive first invitation from her in the first place. You were a nobody.

"Oh I . . . I actually am needed to get this edit reviewed," you said, easily making up an excuse. Although technically, it wasn't a lie.

"That's a bummer. I was pretty sure Liz said to invite you too." He sighed. "Well, don't work yourself too hard, Y/n."

You only smiled back as you left, staying out of sight from others, keeping distance away from the lobby where you could see the whole cast chatting as they waited for the car service to get to Lizzie's house. And for a brief moment, you caught sight of the woman who once captured your heart, broke it and left to rot. Elizabeth looked so beautiful and fresh even after a day's production, and she was wearing that jacket she stole from you that very first day.

"HAVE you ever loved someone?"

You had been staring at your notifications, watching for what seemed like hours at Lizzie's messages asking where you were and why you weren't at her housewarming party.

You didn't even noticed Emma had asked you a question until she nudged your shoulder.

"Sorry, what?" you asked, slipping your phone into your pocket.

"I asked if you've ever loved someone? Any lovers? Girlfriends? Boyfriend? Flings?" she asked teasingly, "It's just I haven't seen you around with anyone."

"I mean, you've heard the rumors—"

"Fuck all the rumors, I'm not blind, Y/n," Emma interrupted. "You're actually gorgeous. It could cause a scandal."

Avoiding the girl's gaze, you laughed at her. "What are you suggesting?"

There was complete silence, making you look back at Emma deep in thoughts.

"What do you say about you becoming my girlfriend?"

"What?"

"It's just for PR stuff and all," she reasoned. "And for promoting this movie."

"Promoting? They'd hate you. They'd hate me more."

"At least, it would be a distraction from the public. I haven't actually come out as gay but I've provided signs, yet people just turn a blind eye. And this will help confirm my sexuality. If they hated me for dating the rumored you, they'd hate me less for being gay."

You fell silent as you thought about it.

"My PR manager will pay you, of course. You're saving up for a house, right? I want to help you."

Then she looked at her hands on her lap, nervous. "Besides, you're the only one I felt comfortable doing this with." She then glanced back at you. "So . . . Are you with me?"

WHEN you started going out with Emma publicly, the photos of you together holding hands in public immediately spread through the news and gossip channels. You started to become famous, more on the bad side though, of how you were only using Emma again for your selfish reasons and how stupid Emma was for dating you.

At least, there were only a few articles about how disappointed they were Emma turned out to be gay. People were more disappointed she was dating a parasite.

IT WAS almost a month after when you received a missed call from your ex girlfriend Rooney. And she had called you multiple times until you blocked her number. And when she figured out you blocked her, she sent you numerous emails.

Emma was with you as you anxiously worked through the next scene's script.

"You okay?" Emma asked, her hand on your shoulder made you jump on your seat. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you managed to reply.

"What are you worrying about?"

You hesitated, frown growing deeper. "It's just . . . I think my ex girlfriend will finally end my career."

"How?"

"She's going to file a case against me," you said, almost in tears.

"Is that what you think she's going to do?" She chuckled softly.

"What are you giggling about? It's not funny."

"Sorry," she went on still laughing, "but you have to see this."

Apparently, Rooney had posted a public apology addressed to you, clearing you out, redeeming your image, and admitting it was her jealousy that ended your relationship, that she was willing to destroy her career in exchange for yours. And that she wanted so badly to talk to you if you'd only let her.

It felt like a relief as you saw the ones who reposted the post, as you read the comments from people defending you and supporting you, that Emma was a better choice than Rooney. It felt like the weight of the world was taken off your shoulder.

Emma then wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest. And she only let you.

Some weeks later, Emma asked you out on a date. A real date, saying she was willing to try. Maybe it was Rooney's post that made her trust you. Maybe she was just scared. But you also wanted to try it with her.

Rooney eventually stopped contacting you. The damage has already been done. One day, you may be able to forgive her. But never to forget.

MAYBE the public apology was what made Lizzie finally approached you during the last few days in the production. She brought you a gift, the cheesecake that used to be your favorite. Now, you didn't like how too sweet it was, wanting nothing more than to savor Cornish pasty introduced by your girlfriend Emma.

"Hey, Y/n," she greeted. "I . . . I brought you this."

"Thank you, Lizzie," you said, accepting with haste.

There was awkward silence as she placed her hands inside the pockets of her jeans. "Last day, huh? You want to go for sushi later? My treat."

And maybe it really was the public post Rooney made that made her finally talk to you, as if she was still the same person she was the first time you met. And as if you were still interested in her as you were months ago.

"Sorry, I have to meet Em for dinner tonight," you said, smiling apologetically.

"It's fine, it's fine," she said, brushing you off with a forced chuckle. "So, it's true you two are dating, huh?"

You nodded, avoiding the brunette's gaze. "Yeah, it is."

"She doesn't know how lucky she is."

You paused, wondering why you were no longer feeling any butterflies in your stomach whenever she was around. "I'm the lucky one, actually. Goodnight, Elizabeth."

"G-Goodnight, Y/n."

Like you said, the damage was already done.

[ellastone-olsen]

Beggin’ on her knees to be popular - Elizabeth Olsen

★Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x f!reader

Summary: New person with Elizabeth Olsen at the Golden Globes. It seems like a lot of attention is attached to you two, let's see what happens at the end of the celebration.

★Warnings: very little NSFW, fluff, hurt/comfort

★Word count: 1k

★AN: In no way is it an insult to the winners, just as a fan of Lizzie, this is my alternative version. It hurt me to look at her upset face my poor baby. I also changed the design of my fics a little.

The crowd of people grew larger and swallowed you up, taking you somewhere away. Celebrities and their partners arrived every minute, filling the once spacious street. You grabbed Elizabeth's hand so that these strangers wouldn't separate you in their haste. The event was starting.

A few hours ago, you sat on a chair in a room filled with books and watched as makeup artists put the finishing touches on the image of your beloved. Your mouth watered at the sight of her white dress, which made her look too much like a bride. She was beaming with happiness, but when everyone left the room, leaving you alone, the smile disappeared from her face. You stand up from chair and walked up to her, gently taking her hand to kiss it.

“Are you worried?” You asked looking at her, but her head was lowered and gaze was fixed somewhere on the floor. A hum of agreement was all she “said.” You sighed and took her face in your hands as carefully as possible so as not to ruin her makeup. “Hey look at me, I'll be there, you're always a winner to me anyway. Do you hear?" Her big green eyes expressed gratitude and she leaned towards you for a soft kiss. You stood opposite each other for some time, touching your foreheads, until someone entered the room to announce the arrival of the car.

Your thoughts returned to the present time, as you watched from the sidelines as Elizabeth posed for the paparazzi. Not a trace of that uncertainty remains. Now all attention was focused on your beloved and your heart swelled with tenderness and pride, cries of her name were heard from different sides and you were sure that today she would take the reward.

From somewhere, aftersound of gossip about the two of you reached your ears. “They came together?” “So those rumors are true, have you seen the paparazzi pictures?” A sigh of irritation escapes you, of course Lizzie was not the kind of person to advertise her personal life. You never put pressure on her in this topic and did not think that she was hiding or ashamed of you. But how much you wanted to declare to the whole world that this woman is yours, and you are hers. Another thing that you expected from this day was to dot all the i’s about you.

Everyone sat down in places that had been pre-allocated for everyone. You took a seat next to Elizabeth and placed her hand on your burgundy velvet clad knee and covered it, woven your fingers together. It seems like someone at the next table was staring at you. The day dragged on slowly and you were already starting to get annoyed by this leading man spawned from nowhere, who is he anyway?

A couple of times you stood up to applaud Emma Stone, she was your favorite among all these celebrities (unless of course you count the woman in white nearby) and you were sincerely happy for her victory. Sitting in one place was torture and you fidgeted in your chair waiting for a break, Elizabeth also noticed this and leaned over and whispered in your ear to be patient a little. 20 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, lo and behold. The bell that signaled a break sounded like a blessing from above.

You were sewing somewhere in the labyrinth of corridors and Lizzie’s hand gently slid into yours. “There are two nominations left, very soon we will go home.” The woman clearly studied the plan of the event, unlike you. “When we arrive, we will celebrate your victory.” You stroked her hand with the pad of your thumb. Countless stars passed by, someone again looked with surprise, noticing your clasped hands, someone simply smiled. “Darling, I haven’t won anything yet, and maybe I won’t win at all.” The tone with which she said this sounded upset again. You stopped and gently pushed her back against the wall, your hands resting on her shoulders. Looked into her eyes and leaned in for a gentle kiss, ignoring the people nearby. Taylor Swift giggled a little as she walked by.

When your lips parted, your shaky breath hung in the heated air. Your hand found her again and pulled her somewhere into the far dark corner of the corridor, where there was not a soul to witness your teenage incontinence.

“Baby, not here, you’re going to eat all my lipstick.” Elizabeth laughed as your hands rested on her hips. “Mmmmm but you are so beautiful in this dress, and besides, I want these pessimistic thoughts to leave your sweet head and it seems...” The skirt of the dress was bunched up in the middle of her soft thighs. “I found a good way.” Your knee was pressed between her legs and she started grinding slowly the soft velvet fabric of your pants. “Mmmmmm Y/N.” She grabbed onto your shoulders for balance and you brought one hand down to her clothed center and stroked the sensitive bud. It was already so hot and wet between her legs, your head was spinning. "Lizzie...my love." Your mouth hovered over her collarbones, placing small kisses so that there would be no hickeys left.

The damn bell announced the continuation of the event and you tore yourself away from the woman with a roar, straightening the skirt of dress. “I hope you brought lipstick with you.” You giggled and earned a playful slap on your ass from her. "I love you too." You managed to shout before she disappeared into the toilet.

Lizzie’s nomination was approaching and you were nervous, picking at the pad of your thumb with your index nail to the point where it hurt to hold the champagne glass. “And the Golden Globe goes to...” You stopped breathing, squeezing Elizabeth’s hand tighter, all the next words came to you as if you were at the bottom of the ocean. "Elizabeth Olsen." The hall erupted in applause, Lizzie looking at you with a beaming smile. When you came to your senses, you nodded towards the stage. The cameras were trained on the two of you and before leaving, the woman leaned over and kissed you, not for the last time that day.

[rxmqnova]

Could i asked for a ScarLizzie x daughter reader fic please?

Lizzie is finally introducing R to her girlfriend Scarlett for the first time. (Hectic filming schedules have gotten in the way of the three meeting up)

R is deaf and Scarlett has been learning sign language in secret and both mother and daughter are delighted.

Scarlett soon becomes R's favourite person (other than her mummy of course). "You're nicer than daddy".

Or something like that

Please and thank you 😊

Favorite person

Y/N: 7 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV The day has finally come. Lizzie's introducing her girlfriend to her little daughter.

Scarlett and Lizzie have been dating for nearly a year now. Lizzie wanted to be sure with her relationship before she would introduce Scarlett to her daughter and when she finally decided it's time, her hectic filming schedule just didn't allow it.

But it's here now and Y/N's going to meet the woman that won her mother's heart. Y/N's been super excited to meet her mommy's girlfriend. She knows a lot about Scarlett from Lizzie, even saw some pictures of her and it's finally about to happen.

One thing leaves Scarlett nervous though… Y/N doesn't hear. Ever since Lizzie told her she's been learning sign language. And to be honest, she's doing quite well, yet she's still a little nervous about it.

Y/N's currently in the living room, playing with her toys while Lizzie's finishing cooking dinner. Hearing the doorbell Lizzie goes to open, smiling at the sight of her daughter while walking around her.

Lizzie greets her girlfriend with a hug and a kiss before she leads her to the living room where the little troublemaker is.

As soon as Y/N notices a movement in the living room, she lifts her eyes from the ground, locking them with her mommy's girlfriend's.

Before Lizzie can start signing her daughter anything, Scarlett stops her.

"I'll do it" Scarlett smiles, taking a deep breath before looking at the tiny girl in front of her. "Hi, Y/N. I'm Scarlett. It's so nice to meet you" Scarlett signs, Y/N immediately smiling widely.

Y/N signs 'nice to meet you too' back, making Scarlett smile even more while Lizzie is completely shocked.

"Since when you know ASL?" Lizzie asks confused.

"I started learning when you told me about Y/N" Scarlett smiles and just this gesture makes Lizzie fall in love with the blonde even more.

Everything goes great, the three have dinner together, Y/N and Scarlett always smiling at each other when they lock eyes.

———

Scarlett has surely become Y/N's favorite person, beside her mommy of course, and even best friends over the time Scarlett's been coming over every now and then.

The little Olsen is one hundred percent sure that Scarlett is the best one for her mommy and that made Lizzie really happy when Y/N admitted it a few days ago.

Scarlett's over right now, watching Y/N and playing with her as Lizzie needed to leave to buy some groceries as the fridge is completely empty.

Somehow Y/N ends up sitting on Scarlett's lap while playing which the blonde doesn't mind at all. She loves Y/N as her own already and the fact that Y/N feels comfortable around her makes her happy.

All of a sudden Y/N looks up at the older woman, giving her an adorable smile which Scarlett returns.

"You're nicer than daddy" Y/N signs, warming Scarlett's heart while tears fill her eyes.

Y/N's father isn't the best, but also isn't the worst. He stops by every now and then to check up on his daughter, yet Y/N isn't as comfortable around him as she is around Scarlett.

Scarlett can't help but just pull the tiny girl in for a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. And once they pull away, she signs her response. "You're the sweetest little girl I've ever met. I love you, Y/N"

And she means every single word. Y/N really has a special place in her heart by now, just like Scarlett does in Y/N's.

"I love you too" Y/N smiles adorably, melting Scarlett's heart even more.

What they don't know is that Lizzie's already standing at the doorframe. She's seen the whole interaction and she couldn't be more happy.

Both girls notice when Lizzie approaches them, taking a seat next to them.

"I love you both so much" Lizzie smiles, saying it out loud while signing and making both of her girls smile widely before Y/N practically jumps into her mommy's arms to give her a cuddle and show her how much she loves her.

It's safe to say that Y/N's absolutely thrilled about her mommy having such an amazing girlfriend who's so far the best friend she's ever had, except for her mommy of course.

They surely have a bright time ahead of them and all three are more than excited to see what the future holds for them.

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ScarLizzie masterlist

Masterlist

[natsgrave]

TOLERATE IT | elizabeth olsen

while you were out building other worlds, where was i? you assume i'm fine, but what would you do if i break free and leave us in ruins? ( story inspired by @taylorswift song bcs i love her sm ) i'm not sure if someone else already wrote something like this or what, but if you see a story quite similar to this, let me know so i could give them a proper credit. thankyou!! ( colored wording would be the lyrics ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

Y/N'S POV Lizzie and I had been together for five years. We met in college, fell deeply in love, and spent countless nights talking about our dreams and aspirations. We were each other's rock, supporting each other through thick and thin.

But how can a perfect relationship turn into a toxic one where we barely talk anymore?

I sit and watch you reading with your head low

I don't know what happened. I don't know how to fix it, it that I didn't even know exist. One second we were fine then the next, we're like strangers.

All I could do is sit here and watch her read the script for her new movie. Reading with her head low and sitting far away from me, almost as if I have a disease. As if there's an invisible wall between us.

We would always sit in silence, her pretending to watch TV or read books, but the tension between us was palpable. I know she could feel my eyes on her, but she never spared me a glance. It was as if she was avoiding me intentionally.

Minutes ticked by, and I decided to make her food. After making anchovy, I gently touch her on the shoulder. She jumped, startled, and looked up to find me standing next to her, holding out a plate.

"I made you your favorite," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Anchovy toast."

Lizzie took the plate from my hand, "Thank you." she replied before looking back at the script once again.

I simply nodded and sat down where I originally sitting, and focused on my own hands folded in my lap with a sigh.

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes close. I sit and watch you, I notice everything you do or don't do, you're so much older and wiser

I woke up around five in the morning, the sun hadn't completely risen yet, but the little lighting shone through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My gaze fell upon my girlfriend, who lay beside me sleeping lightly. The rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, a calming sight that used to bring me comfort.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but watch my partner, Lizzie, sleeping peacefully beside me. I stayed there, watching her for a moment and appreciate the sight before me. But despite the serenity of the scene, I still felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

Lizzie had always been a restless sleeper, constantly shifting positions throughout the night and sometimes even talking in her sleep. But tonight, she was lying completely still, her face calm and relaxed. If someone saw it, they would instantly let it go and think that she's in a deep slumber but I'm not just someone.

I know the truth.

She was pretending to be asleep and it felt like she didn't want to wake up beside me, like she is simply tolerating my presence.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait

They were small things I did for her, but meaningful nonetheless. Always wait by the door every day to greet her, to offer and show her some love and comfort after a hard day at work. I would always stand there, gazing out into the evening sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of my lover making her way home from work. It didn't matter what time it was, or how tired I am after a long day, I always made sure to be there, waiting for Lizzie.

I even took painting classes as it seemed to ease my mind. I poured all of my emotions into my painting, using every color in the palette to capture the beauty of Lizzie's face. I spent hours each day working on the portrait, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for her and I'd use my best colors for her portraits.

Lay the table with the fancy shit, and watch you tolerate it

I had always been a perfectionist when it comes to cooking and entertaining. I would always spent hours in the kitchen, preparing elaborate meals and setting beautiful tables for my lover. I would carefully select the finest ingredients, meticulously prepare each dish, and arrange the table with exquisite linens, flowers, and candles.

I'd make her favorite dishes, lay the table with best cutlery and yet again, no matter how hard I tried, she never seemed to appreciate my efforts. All Lizzie gave back were strained smiles, small and almost whispered hums, and nods in acknowledgment of my attempts, and a whisper of "thanks," as she shoveled the food into her mouth, barely taking the time to taste or savor any of it.

she seemed to simply… tolerate it.

If it's all in my head tell me now, tell me I've got it wrong somehow

Despite my best efforts to communicate openly and honestly with Lizzie, I felt like she wasn't really listening to me, and it made me feel invisible. I began to wonder if I was overthinking everything, if maybe I was the one who was misinterpreting our interactions. Maybe I was being too sensitive, too needy.

Maybe I was the one who was crazy, paranoid.

I felt so alone, so lost, and so unsure of what to do.

I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

I began to feel like I was living in a dream world where everything I created was invisible to everyone else. It was as if I was speaking a language that nobody understood, except for my own echoes in mind.

"Liz," I said with a trembling voice, "I've been giving everything I have to make you happy, but it feels like you don't see or appreciate it anymore. I feel taken for granted."

My choice of words caught her off guard, she paused for a moment before responding. "Y/N, I never asked you to do all these things for me. I don't need grand gestures to feel loved, I thought you knew that."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this really what our relationship had become? A constant stream of argument and neglect?

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the disconnect between our expectations. I had been trying so hard to show her love in a way that I thought she would appreciate, but it had only pushed us further apart.

And it happen, I finally snapped.

I felt a surge of anger and frustration well up inside of me.

Why was I putting so much effort into something that seemed to bring her no joy? Why did I care so deeply about pleasing someone who didn't seem to care about me at all?

I knew, I couldn't keep living this way, constantly pouring my heart and soul into something that brought me nothing but pain and disappointment. I realized that no matter how much I gave, Lizzie would never truly reciprocate and still, I constantly yearn for someone who clearly did not want me.

With a heavy heart, I packed my bags. Our relationship had become toxic, with me constantly sacrificing myself for someone who didn't appreciate me. I knew it was time to leave, before I lost any more pieces of myself.

Before leaving, I took a one last look, the last thing I want to remember was the way Elizabeth used to laugh at my jokes, enjoy our food, take me out on dates. The last thing I want to remember was how she used to love my presence, and not just tolerate it.

Maybe one day someone would be enough to have their love celebrated by her.

[gingiesworld]

Can I request a one shot where fem g!p reader and Lizzie have been married for 10 years have 4 kids. Lizzie is pregnant again and reader has been absent lately and so Lizzie ends up cheating with Robbie while still pregnant. Y/n finds them in bed after getting off work early and y/n kicks Robbie out gets mad at Lizzie then leave. Comes back to get their stuff the kids get sad and start questioning things. Y/n then questions Lizzie if the baby is theirs. Y/n stays distant with Lizzie unless about the kids and is distant with the pregnancy like maybe doesn’t go to all appointments asks for a paternity test and you can decide whether or not baby is Robbie or y/n. Also for y/n to request a divorce even if the kid is Hera or not and Lizzie regrets what she did an reminisce every moment with y/n and how y/n was much closer when she was pregnant with the other kids. Lizzie then finds out y/n was being distant because she was working hard to get time off to help Lizzie with the kids and new baby. Also sorry if this is to much and thanks if you do do it:)

Elizabeth Olsen X Fem GiP Reader

Warnings : Angst. Just Angst.

18+ MINORS DNI

You Are A Stranger

Lizzie and Y/N were happy, so Y/N thought. The two had been together since High School, all through college. They have 4 kids together and have been happily married for 10 years. Lizzie was also pregnant with their fifth child.

But since Lizzie had been working on a children's book with her friend Robbie Arnett, but she had also noticed Y/N's absence in their marriage. So she made the worst mistake of her life, her family's life.

Y/N had come home because she had forgotten her flash drive. It had important information for the final deal she was making as CEO. When she opened the door, she expected to see Lizzie either in the kitchen or living room, then she heard sounds from upstairs.

Stepping quietly and heading to their shared room, she slowly opened the door to see a sight that broke her heart. Robbie was between her pregnant wife's legs.

"What is happening?" She asked confidently. Not wanting them to see how heartbroken she is.

"Baby." Lizzie whispered as she covered herself with the comforter as Robbie fixed his shirt.

"Get out." Y/N told Robbie. "Don't you ever come back to this house again."

"But the project." He tried as he looked towards Lizzie, which Y/N answered before Lizzie could.

"It's dead." She told him. "So I beg you to leave before I fuck you up." She spoke calmly. Too calm for her own liking.

"Liz." Robbie tried as she looked down in shame, neither seeing Y/N's fist colliding with his face.

"I said leave!" She told him. Anger evident in her eyes as she watched him scramble out of the bedroom. Hearing the front door open and close before turning to Lizzie.

"I'm so sorry." Lizzie tried as Y/N held her hand up to silence her.

"How long?" She asked her.

"Y/N." She whispered.

"Just answer the damn question!" Y/N yelled as she clenched her fists.

"A month." Lizzie whispered.

"Is the baby even mine?" She asked her quietly. "Was any of this real?"

"Yes." Lizzie told her as she stepped closer. "All of this was real."

"Then why did you do it?" Y/N asked tiredly.

"You were never here and he was." Lizzie told her

"So you jumped into bed with him because I was working." Y/N chuckled as she stepped away. "25 years Elizabeth!! 25 years down the fucking drain because I couldn't fulfil your needs while I worked. Do you love him?"

"No!" She shouted. "I don't love him. I love you." She told her as she stepped closer to cup Y/N's face. Y/N noticed the hickeys on her body before she took Lizzie's hands off of her.

"I can't be here." Y/N whispered as she stepped away.

"Please don't go." Lizzie begged her. Following her down the stairs. Watching as Y/N got in her car and drove away. Falling to her knees as she looked through the open door.

Y/N drove to her office, closing the door as she took out the bourban she hid in her drawer. Forgetting about the glass and just drunk from the bottle.

"Y/N, are you ok?" Ava questioned as Y/N just gave her a tight lipped smile.

"Peachy." She said as she took another swig. Ava closed the door behind her and took a seat opposite.

"Talk to me." She requested as Y/N sighed.

"She cheated." Y/N spoke in a broken whisper. "One whole month she has been fucking him, in our home. Our children's home while I have been here working my ass off so I can have more time with her and the baby when it comes."

"I'm so sorry Y/N." She spoke sympathetically. "Where are you staying?"

"I was going to stay at a hotel." She shrugged as she took another swig.

"No you're not." She told her as she took the bottle from her, putting the top back on. "You're staying with me."

"What about Trey?" She questioned as Ava shrugged.

"He won't mind." She told her. "Besides, we're best friends." Y/N smiled at her as she sat back in her chair.

"I'll come by tonight." She told her. "I need to drop by the house and I don't want to see her right now."

"Well, the door is open Y/N." With that Ava left Y/N alone, closing the door after her. "Make sure no one disturbs Y/N for the rest of the day." She told Y/N's assistant.

Lizzie sat on the sofa, now fully dressed with her head in her hands. Crying as the kids came running in after MK brought them home. Running straight to their rooms as MK spotted Lizzie.

"Lizard, are you ok?" She asked her younger sister.

"She left me." She sobbed as she moved to the kitchen as MK followed her.

"I am going to kill her." She seethed as Lizzie shook her head.

"I deserve it."

"No you don't Lizzie." MK told her.

"She caught us. Robbie and me." Lizzie whispered.

"Robbie who you're working on the book with?" MK queried as Lizzie just nodded as she started to prepare the kids dinner. "Lizzie, how long?"

"A month. But it meant nothing." Lizzie told her.

"Well, it meant a lot to Y/N." She stated.

"I know. I fucked up and I can't fix it." Lizzie told her. "I thought I was losing her because since we found out about the pregnancy, she has been working a lot and I felt insecure."

"That isn't an excuse Elizabeth." MK told her sternly. "You don't even know why she is working a lot of hours."

"I'm so fucking stupid." Lizzie groaned as MK nodded

"You are." She stated before she decided to check on the kids.

As the hours went by, the kids went to bed before Y/N came home. Heading straight to their room and entering the closet. Grabbing their luggage and started to pack her things.

"Where are you going?" Lizzie asked as she followed Y/N into their room. She started to take Y/N's clothes from the suitcase.

"I am leaving this house Elizabeth." She told her. "I can't look at you without seeing the betrayel. The way he had his hands on you." She snatched her clothes from Lizzie's grasp. "I can't help but think that that baby isn't mine."

"We always used protection." Lizzie whispered as Y/N looked at her confused. "Robbie and I."

"I don't want to know about your sex with him!" Y/N yelled as she continued to grab her things.

"You were never here!" Lizzie yelled at her. Y/N just chuckled at her outburst.

"So are you blaming me for your lack of control?" Y/N questioned. "I was working on my last project, showing Ava, my CFO the ropes before she took over! I wanted to be able to build an extension because we haven't got the room for another bedroom! I had plans for us Elizabeth. For the whole family, I wanted to spend more time with you and the kids. Go on vacations and just have fun. No worries but what activity are we doing next."

"Y/N." Lizzie whispered as the tears fell down her face as she watched Y/N zip her suitcase.

"I want a paternity test." She told her when she picked her bag up. "And I have a meeting scheduled with my lawyer tomorrow." With that Y/N left, the kids all watched from their doors. She stopped and beckoned the kids to come to her. Kneeling down to their level. "Mama's just going to get settled in a new place and then we can maybe see each other soon." She kissed each of their heads, tears running down her face. "I love the four of you with my whole being."

"Don't you love mommy anymore?" Ollie asked.

"I will always love your mom but we are different people now." Y/N told them as her eyes found Lizzie's down the hall, who covered her mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped. "Now, you guys go to bed and be good for mommy ok." The four of them left to their rooms closing the doors behind them as Y/N stood up, gazing sadly at Lizzie. "You are a stranger to me Elizabeth." With that Y/N left as Lizzie could only sob, turning to her bedroom, crying harder as she saw the half empty closet and Y/N's wedding ring on the night stand. She knew that this was the end of their relationship. 25 years of their life.

She remembered all of the sweet moments that she had shared with Y/N. From the moment they met to all of the sweet gestures that Y/N gave to her. Showering her with love everytime they saw her. Flowers at the start of every date. She hated herself for ruining the best thing she had ever had in her entire life.

As the months went on, the appointments for the pregancy approached. Y/N came to some of the scans but remained at a distance away from Lizzie. The only conversation would be Y/N asking about the kids and how they're doing in school.

"They miss you." Lizzie told her. "I miss you."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut before turning to Lizzie with a blank expression on her face.

"I'll come by and see them soon." Y/N told her. Lizzie had noticed that Y/N had lost a lot of weight and the bags under her eyes.

"Why don't you take a break from work and." Lizzie tried as Y/N's head snapped in her direction.

"Don't." Y/N snapped. "I am fine. I will see them when I am free."

"Are you drinking?" Lizzie questioned them.

"Are you still my wife?" Y/N queried.

"I am until the divorce is final." Lizzie spat back.

"You lost the right to care about me the moment you slept with him." Y/N told her. "I'll be in touch with my lawyers to fast track the divorce and then we'll sort out the paternity test."

"It is yours Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you." Lizzie yelled as she followed Y/N through the parking lot.

"I will believe you when I get the test results through because right now, your word means fuck all to me now." Y/N told her angrily before walking away and getting in her car and driving off.

As the weeks went on, Y/N had started to spend some time with the kids as Robbie tried to get back in touch with Lizzie. Despite all of her rejections he still pestered her. Returning to her home when the kids were waiting for Y/N to pick them up.

"Come on Lizzie. The divorce is final." He pleaded with her. "We can finally be together. Just like we wanted."

"I never wanted that." Lizzie spat at him. "I want to go back in time and not be seduced by you."

"You don't mean that." He tried. "You always told me how Y/N was never here. How she would neglect you and the kids."

"NO I DIDN'T!" Lizzie yelled, unable to control her anger. "I lost the best thing that had ever happened to me because of a stupid decision and lack of control and I hate you for that. I hate myself for that."

"She's never even around!" He countered as Lizzie just glared at him.

"I don't need you to come in here and tell me how my marriage is." Lizzie snarled.

"I think you mean was." He shot at her angrily. Before Lizzie could even respond, she felt a shooting pain in her stomach. "Are you ok?" He asked her.

"I need Y/N and MK." She breathed as she reached for her phone. She knew that Y/N was on their way now so she just needed MK. "I need you to watch the kids." That was all MK needed to know that it was time.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N asked as she spotted Robbie. "What did you do to her?" She yelled as she noticed Lizzie's pained state.

"The baby's coming." Lizzie breathed through the pain as Y/N ran to her side. Helping her through to the living room.

"Ollie, can you get me the baby's bag from the nursery." She asked her son. "Ella, can you grab me your mommy's bag from the bedroom please." The two eldest nodded before running up the stairs. "I need you to leave now." Y/N seethed at Robbie.

"Why do you care?" He asked as the kids came back with the bags.

"Kids, can you go to your rooms please." She requested softly with a smile to them before turning her attention back to Robbie. "I told you I never wanted to see you anywhere near my house. My children or Elizabeth."

"You're divorced!" He yelled as Lizzie groaned.

"She is still the mother of my children. All 5 of them and I want you gone!" She told him as Lizzie squeezed her hand as MK came in.

"What's going on?" She questioned as she saw Y/N ready to kill Robbie.

"He is just leaving and never coming back. Isn't that right Robbie?" Y/N answered without her eyes moving away from Robbie.

"I'll see you later Liz." He said as Y/N cleared her throat, letting him know his place as he hung his head low as he left.

"The kids are in their rooms and I just need to get Lizzie to my car with the bags." Y/N told her as the two helped Lizzie out of the house. Once the two were settled in the car Lizzie's contractions had gotten closer. Y/N looked down and noticed that her waters had finally gone. Not caring about the interior.

"Just a few more love." Y/N said as she held Lizzie's hand. Giving it a squeeze as she didn't realise she let the old pet name slip.

Once they were finally at the hospital, Lizzie was rushed into the delivery room, Y/N held her hand as she pushed. Sweat coated her skin as she pushed, tears falling down her cheeks as she soon heard the baby cry.

"Here she is." The doctor told them as they held the baby, handing it over to Lizzie.

"She's beautiful." Lizzie whispered as the two looked at the baby in her arms.

"She is." Y/N looked up from the baby to Lizzie, kissing her softly before kissing her forehead. Letting tears of her own fall. After the baby had her first feed, Lizzie watched as Y/N got her some of the clothes and underwear out that she had packed, along with a maternity pad. "Do you want help as you shower?" Y/N asked her.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable." Lizzie murmured.

"I know we're divorced and we don't live together, but I am here to help you ok." Y/N spoke softly. "You won't do this alone."

With those words, Lizzie had hope for them after all. If they never became as strong as they were, they would at least be friends as they raised their family together.

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little drable for an early morning setting with a sick R and lizzie/florence

Early Morning

〚 Notes - Still doing these drabbles. Im a little busy with just general life rn and video games so sorry if things are slow! 〛

〚 Summary - Waking up sick sucked but waking up sick with your caring wife ready to take care of you? That sucked a little bit less. 〛

〚 Wordcount - > 500 〛

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The shining sun glittered through your curtains, painting the room with a hazy morning glow. It was early, not early enough for the world to be beginning its day but early enough for the birds to be happily chirping just outside your window. 

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust as you slowly woke up. To your delight, you felt a familiar hand come to massage your head. Rolling over, you smiled noticing that your wife was sat up in bed quietly scrolling on her phone. 

Your wife gently rubbed your head as you sat up groggily. “Good morning, sweetheart.” She smiled at you playfully, “Sleep well?” Lizzie put her phone down gently and carefully tucked the thin white sheet right up underneath your chin. You could feel the soft touch of her hand as she gently kissed your nose. 

“Hiiishhhuuu!”  

You turned away to sneeze into the covers, and as you did so your wife laughed. She reached over and grabbed a tissue and held it out to you, "Here you go baby." She chuckled, and you looked up at her as she gently stroked her fingers over your head. "Bless you sweetheart, I guess that kiss tickled that cute little nose of yours." 

If only that was the reason then things would be so much easier, but you knew better. You’d gone to bed with a headache yesterday and judging by the slight soreness settling at the back of your throat, it wasn’t too much of a reach to guess that you were coming down with something – especially not when you had to sneeze again only moments later. 

“Goodness love, bless you! You okay?” Lizzie said, her tone laced with a hint of worry as she shuffled down to snuggle up to you. 

You shrugged honestly, “I think maybe I’m getting sick, I don’t feel that good.” 

“Awh poor love, I guess this means you’re staying in bed today? Lizzie asked sweetly, passing you another tissue when you sniffled against her. 

“Mmmhp.” Your response was more a groan of agreement then a verbal answer but Lizzie knew what the answer would be anyway. 

“I guess I better give you lots of cuddles for you to get better then?” Lizzie smiled sweetly whilst patting the side of her chest, indicating you to lay your head there, she knew you loved resting your head against her - it always felt like the softest, most nurturing place in the entire world and there truly was no where else you’d rather be.  

“...Cuddles, kisses and I’ll maybe even make you some soup if you’re lucky.” She continued as you smiled. 

“God you’re the best, y’know that?” You purred happily. 

“Yep.” 

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Stressed and Sick on Set

Summary: Reader has a migraine and gets sick on set. Luckily Scarlett, Lizzie and her twin sisters are there to help you out.

TWs: migraine, vomiting, hiding illness, stress, mentions of family issues, mentions / implied themes of death

Words: 2.9k

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With the chaos that was currently your life it was no surprise or at least it shouldn’t have been when you were hit with the mother of all migraines.

To say people had been asking a lot of you lately was a gross understatement. Aside from filming your family had been a mess as of late. The whole family was expected back home for Christmas as your grandmother was sick and so the plan was for everyone to get together one last time.

However, between acting and uni work you were already stretched pretty thin. Your parents had been breathing down your neck to book a flight and despite wanting to see some of your cousins you knew family gatherings were a recipe for disaster. And with a sombre reason for the get together it would most likely be a mess of alcohol and tears which wasn’t something you were sure you could even deal with at this point.

Luckily the migraine hadn’t hit until you were finished in hair and makeup because the idea of anyone touching your face and hair with the amount of pain you were in right now might just push you over the edge.

The light blinded you as you stepped out of the hair and makeup trailer. Shielding your eyes you fumbled with clumsy fingers to put on your sunglasses.

Sighing softy as the sunlight was reduced you continued you way to set. You nodded as you passed a few stagehands and crew members. Finally, you made it to set. Lizzie and Scarlett were stood near their chairs talking with two blondes who you couldn’t quite see with the other two stood in front of them.

Joining the small group Scarlett wrapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into her side making your head spin.

“Speak of the devil.” Lizzie said. “Y/n, you’ve met my sisters before but if you can't tell them apart this one is Mary-Kate and that ones Ashley.” Lizzie said poking her sister's side.

“Hi Y/n.” Mary-Kate said with a smile and Ashley mimicked her statement.

“Hi.” You said softly. The noise of the set was getting to you and despite your sunglasses the fluorescent lights overhead seemed worse than the sun had been.

“Whats with the shades Y/n/n?” Scarlett asked.

“‘M just too cool for you.” You said burying your face into her neck in an attempt to hide from the lights. The adults laughed and your cheeks heated up with the tips of your ears turning pink also.

The four of them stood and chatted while you stayed relatively quiet only really speaking when spoken to. Your head was pounding, and the lights seemed to be out to get you. The hum of electricity and buzz of the stage crew flitting around setting up for the next scene was starting to make you nauseous.

Lizzie and Scarlett took note of your quiet demeanour and exchanged a look over your head. Your head was still resting in the crook of Scarlett’s neck as you tried your best to look and act normally.

A small part of you craved their motherly attention but you knew if you admitted to being sick, they would have you out of commission for a few days at least as per the contract. And if you were down with some sickness even if it was a migraine Lizzie and Scarlett would be by your side the whole time and as much as you loved them, you didn’t want to put everyone behind schedule due to your inability to handle your day to day life coupled with the demands of work.

However, as you heard the director call for places to be taken you wanted to reconsider.

Scarlett and Lizzie had already been shooting scenes this morning and now you were to join them they seemed happier.

Mary-Kate and Ashley sat down in Scarlett and Lizzie’s chairs to watch. Both twins had taken note of your sullen and quiet temperament also and were tasked by Lizzie with keeping an eye on you.

As you took your place you had forgotten your sunglasses which were still over your eyes. The director finished organising everything and before he called action he took notice of your unusual attire.

“L/n as much as I love the look, the sunglasses need to go kiddo.” He called and you buried a wince under your façade as you knew removing them would make everything ten times worse. But you had to if you wanted to keep up the pretence of wellness.

Taking a deep breath, you eased the sunglasses off your face and blinked in the harsh light. Your nausea increased and you swallowed down the thick feeling in your mouth, wishing you had some water to help.

A stagehand took your sunglasses and handed them to Ashley who has stood to get them for you before she returned to her seat.

Scarlett and Lizzie were observing you closely as they begun to cotton on to your less than perfect act of being ok.

Your eyes were still adjusting to the blaring lights, and you were trying to keep the nausea at bay. You truly felt awful. Your head pounded and there was a slight dizziness that came with each step you took. Your mouth was dry, and your stomach turned with each breath you took.

Doing your best to remain upright and keep your breakfast where it was you took slow measured breaths until you felt at least one percent better.

Schooling your features you did your best to get into character despite your condition.

The director called for quiet, and the set fell dead silent. The cameras began rolling and Scarlett and Lizzie delivered their lines perfectly. Doing your best to stay mentally present you did your best to give your lines. You nailed the first few scenes and you were beginning to think maybe you could get away with it all.

As you were internally celebrating your small victory you watched from the sidelines as Lizzie and Scarlett performed another of their scenes without your character.

Your stomach was still turning and the feeling of nausea which had begun to ebb hit you hard.

Feeling quite sick and dizzy you glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to you. The stage crew was busy running the scene and it seemed you were in the clear.

As the scene progressed the director was shooting a particular scene with harsh lighting. Still unsure where your sunglasses were, you felt the sick feeling in your stomach get ten times worse as they began amping up the lighting. They had background noise playing and coupled with the lighting you recognised your body’s signals to having enough.

Checking once more that nobody was paying any attention to you, you slipped away to the bathrooms. Know you were going to be sick was a terrible feeling and despite your best to keep it all down you knew you wouldn’t be able to much longer.

You hurried down the halls to the girl's bathroom and slipped inside. Forgetting to lock the door to the stall you sat next to the toilet and leant against the wall taking slow deep breaths in a last-ditch attempt to keep your breakfast.

As you sat on the floor still in costume and breathing slowly you heard the door to the bathroom open again. You recognised the voice of Mary-Kate echo around the stalls.

“Y/n? Are you in here?“ she asked, and you made a small noise before your stomach turned again and you leant over the bowl. As the first wave of sickness hit and you vomited you felt someone take your hair up and off your shoulders.

A soft hand rubbed circles on your back as you finished, spitting the gross taste out. Your head was pounding, and you felt truly gross.

“Shh your ok.” Mary-Kate said as you let out a small whine the pain in your head making everything worse as you clutched your temples. “Is it your head?” She asked softly and you managed a small nod.

You felt her slip something onto your face and you let out a small sigh as you recognised your sunglasses being put in their rightful place.

After a second you leant back against the wall.

“Done?” She asked kindly and you seesawed your hand back and forth to tell her you truly had no idea. Mary-Kate nodded and took a seat beside you on the floor. Luckily, they kept the bathrooms on set rather clean.

Mary-Kate hesitated for a second before gently pulling you into her side where you melted into her. Your head resting on her shoulder she gently played with your hair, and it felt nice despite the pounding in your skull.

“Your ok.” She said softly as she slipped her phone from her pocket. You let your eyes drift shut as you tired to remove yourself from it all.

You distantly heard Mary-Kate talking to someone and you couldn’t find it in your sick-self to pay any attention to her words.

You began to drift off the exhaustion of it all making you feel beyond tired.

Meanwhile Mary-Kate had dialled her twin to let her know what was going on. The twins had taken note of your absence as soon as you left and while Ashley went to check your trailer Mary-Kate had come to check the bathroom. They knew something was going on and they took their promise to Lizzie to look after you quite seriously.

Mary-Kate kept her voice down as she informed her sister of your status.

“Did you find her?” Ashley asked into the phone.

“Yeah, she’s not doing too good.” Mary-Kate replied.

“How so?” Her twin asked.

“I found her throwing up in the bathroom, I think she has a migraine.”

“Poor thing.” Ashley replied.

Mary-Kate hummed her agreement, her nails still gently massaging your scalp as you dozed lightly in her lap. “Can you get Lizzie in here when she’s done with her scene. And tell the director y/n’s sick and won’t be back for filming for a few days.”

“Sure thing. Which bathroom are you guys in?” Ashley responded.

“Main one on set. I don’t think she could have made it much further to be honest she not doing too good.” Mary-Kate whispered well aware you were pretty out of it.

“Alright. I’ll do that and Lizzie will be there soon, no doubt with Scarlett in tow.” Ashley said.

“Thanks Ash I’m gonna stay here with this one.” Mary-Kate said.

“You think she can move somewhere more comfortable?” Ashley asked.

Mary-Kate glanced down at your pale face despite the makeup. “I don’t think so just yet.” She said.

“Alright, love you sis. Keep her safe and we’ll be there soon.” Ashley said.

“Love you too.” Mary-Kate said, and they bid each other goodbye before hanging up.

As Mary-Kate shifted slightly to try and get more comfortable on the hard floor you let out a small whine as your head spun. Mary-Kate shushed you gently as she adjusted you to be better situated in her lap. You curled into her, your face now smushed into her chest as you clung to her like a small child.

“Your ok. It’s alright.” She assured you as you whined softly. The pain making it hard to think straight also made you act much more childish. “Lizzie will be here soon honey.” Mary-Kate said as she ran her nails up and down your back lightly as you were lulled back to a soft sleep.

It couldn’t have been even ten minutes later that the door to the bathroom burst open and a worried looking Lizzie appeared trailed closely behind by Scarlett who looked slighter calmer but still worried.

Unfortunately, the bang of the door made you jump and only made your head hurt more. As the spike of pain stabbed through your temples your stomach revolted once more.

Feeling hazy from the pain you gagged, still half laid in Mary-Kate’s lap. She was quick to sit you upright and position you in front of the toilet. You whimpered as you tried to fight it off.

You heard shuffling and low voices behind you as the person behind you switched places. A soft hand rubbed between your shoulder blades as another scooped the hair off the back of your neck and out of the way. It was Lizzie’s soft voice in your ear whispering reassurances as you heaved.

Nothing but bile came up and you had tears burning in your eyes from the effort. Your head was swimming. Distantly you heard Mary-Kate and Scarlett talking softly outside the stall. There was also a third voice in their conversation, and you assumed Ashley had followed the other two in.

Feeling exhausted you flopped back into Lizzie who was crouched behind you. Not expected you to put all your weight on her she fell on her butt and pulled you into her lap.

“Shhh honey, we’re here baby.” Lizzie whispered feeling your forehead with her cold hand. It brought you unexpected relief and you nuzzled into her palm, head resting on her chest behind you.

Your eyes fluttered shut feeling exhausted, sick and in pain.

After a moment you felt Lizzie readjust behind you as she pulled you into her lap properly, her body now leant against the wall behind her.

Scarlett looked into the stall and frowned slightly at the sight of you half asleep on the bathroom floor.

“How is she?” Scarlett asked softly.

“I think she’s done for now but she’s beyond tired.” Lizzie whispered back. “Where are the twins?”

“They went to set up our trailer for her. She’s not staying alone in her trailer when she’s this sick.” Scarlett said.

“‘M not sick.” You mumbled half listening and lifting your head slightly from Lizzie’s chest.

“Shh go to sleep silly girl, we’re here sweetie.” Scarlett shushed you gently and you rested you head back down once more prompting Lizzie to stroke her hands through your hair with a featherlight touch so as not to cause you any pain. You hummed exhaustedly as you drifted off again to state halfway between sleep and wakefulness.

Scarlett took a seat on the floor beside Lizzie as the two of them sat talking quietly while you dozed.

After another ten minutes the door to the bathroom opened softly to reveal Ashley.

“We set up Lizzie’s trailer for her. Mary-Kate went to try and find some Panadol for y/n/n. Is she good to relocate?” Ashley asked softly.

“I think so.” Lizzie said while Scarlett gently scooped you out of Lizzie’s lap and into her arms as she stood. Ashley came over and gently adjusted the sunglasses on your face.

“I got a sick bag from a medic incase she gets sick on the way back to your trailer and there’s a few extras in your trailer waiting for her.” Ashley said.

“Thank you so much.” Lizzie said as the four of you left the bathroom. Luckily you stayed asleep still throughly exhausted from the effort of being sick and in pain.

It was a short trip back and even despite having sunglasses on scarlet used a hand to shield your eyes from the sun. You were being held across Scarlett’s front with your head resting in the crook of her elbow. At some point Ashley had slid a pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears to help block out the noise as they passed through the bustling set.

The director had given them all a few days off knowing that Scarlett and Lizzie wouldn’t be willing to act if you were sick and left alone, them much rather being by your side looking after you.

When they made it to your trailer Lizzie opened the door for Scarlett and they all headed inside with you still in Scarlett’s arms.

The trailer had been set up perfectly. Blackout curtains blocked out most of the light but there was enough to see after letting their eyes adjust for a second. There were three sick bags on the bedside table along with a pack of Panadol rapid and a glass of water. The bed had been set up with blankets and pillows, looking perfect for a long day of cuddles.

Scarlett gently set you down on the bed and Lizzie laid down next to you as you immediately sought her out. Curling into her side and returning to a still and restful sleep Scarlett exchanged a few short words with Ashley, thanking her for everything before the twin left to find her other half.

Scarlett joined Lizzie on the bed, and you curled up between them.

“She’s so precious.” Lizzie said softly running her hands through your hair lightly so as not to wake you.

“Well always protect her.” Scarlett said.

“Of course. She’s, our kid.” Lizzie said.

“Do you think she’d ever want to make it official?” Scarlett asked.

“Like adoption?” Lizzie said looking excited at the idea.

“Yeah. I know her parents are … not what she needs.” Scarlett said.

“I think I’d love that. When she’s better we’ll have to ask her what she thinks.” Lizzie said looking down at you with nothing but love in her eyes. She pressed a soft kiss to your temple and traced a finger down your cheek. “I love you my babygirl.”

“We both do.” Scarlett echoed.

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Fainting and Marriage

Pairing: Elizabeth olsen x Reader (no pronouns are used)

Warnings: fainting, stress

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You waited nervously as the phone rang. As it went to voicemail you let out a sigh.

“Hey Liz.. I was just calling to ask where you are. Um I love you bye.” Hanging up you placed your phone back in your purse before looking around sadly. The Wedding prep was almost done. Flowers had been chosen, colors, bridesmaid dresses, and cake had just been decided. You did all this alone as Lizzie had been busy with work and not shown up to any of it.

You shivered a little as the wind blew. Walking towards the car you frowned as your vision started to turn black. All you remember is Scarlett calling out for you before you hit the grass.

“Iare they going to be okay? What Happened!” You heard your fiance's voice as you slowly started to wake.

“Miss Olsen It seems your fiance passed out due to stress and an elevated heart race. they should be okay but we’d like to keep an eye on her for the night.”

You quickly close your eyes again once they are met with the bright light of the hospital.

“Oh Baby!” Lizzie said, relieved as she walked over to you quickly and held your hand. “Are you alright? Are you feeling okay? I'm so sorry I should have been there.” She kept rambling nervously as her hands shook.

“I'm okay. It's alright you had work I understand.” She frowned hearing your words. She hated that she didn’t make time to help you plan for the wedding. It had been her Idea to get married in the first place and she couldn’t even help with preparations.

“I'm sorry I’ve taken work off to help with everything!” You gave her a frown as she said this.

“Liz, all of it is done.” You watched as her eyes saddened and her shoulders slumped.

“Oh…” She looked down as she said this before an idea came to her head and she smiled. “I’d love to see all of it! And ill still stay home to take care of you. I should have never left all of this on you. I should have helped. I'm sorry my love.” Leaning down, she placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“It's okay. I would do it all again if it meant getting to marry you.” You answered her softly. You knew she was truly sorry for not helping. You could tell by the look in her eyes and the way her hands softly shook showing her anxiety of the situation.

About 2 weeks later you stood in front of the love of your life. The Pastor stood behind you both speaking as all your friends and family sat in the audience.

“Do you Elizabeth Olsen, take this person to be your lawfully wedded partner, to live together in matrimony, to love them, comfort them, honor and keep them, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?” She looked into your eyes and with a smile answered.

“I do.”

“ And do you Y/N Y/L/N, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?” Looking at Lizzie I took a deep breath.

“I do.”

“Then by the power vested in me I pronounce you newly weds. You may now kiss.” You both leaned and as her lips met yours your eyes closed. This is what you had always dreamed of.

[wandasreallover]

Golden Girl|elizabeth Olsen x reader

As you step out of the car and onto the red carpet, you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. This was your first Golden Globes and you were excited and anxious at the same time. You were there with your male co-worker, who your manager had set you up with as a PR stunt. You didn't mind, as he was a good friend and you both agreed to just have fun with it.

But as you walk down the carpet, posing for pictures and answering questions, you can't help but feel a little uneasy. You know that Elizabeth, your secret girlfriend, was also attending the Globes, and the thought of her watching you with another man made your heart ache.

Eventually, you make your way into the venue and are shown to your assigned table. You are relieved to see that Elizabeth is seated at the same table, and you quickly take your seat next to her. She gives you a warm smile and reaches for your hand under the table, squeezing it lightly.

You feel a sense of comfort and relief wash over you as you hold hands with your girlfriend. You wish you could show the world that you are hers, but for now, this small gesture will have to do.

The night progresses and you both enjoy the awards ceremony, cheering on your friends and colleagues. When Finally, it's time for Elizabeth's category to be announced. You hold your breath as her name is called, and feel a swell of pride and adoration as she makes her way to the stage to accept her award.

In her acceptance speech, she thanks her family, friends, and colleagues, but then she says something that brings tears to your eyes.

'And lastly, I want to thank my amazing girlfriend, who has been my rock and my source of inspiration. I love you more than words can express.'

The audience erupts into applause and you feel overwhelmed with emotion. You can see the tears in Elizabeth's eyes as she looks back at you and blows you a kiss.

As she makes her way back to the table, she takes your hand and pulls you into a loving hug, whispering in your ear, 'I'm so proud of you, my love.'

You both spend the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other, not caring about the cameras or the attention. You were finally able to show the world that you were not just a PR stunt, but two people deeply in love. And that was all that mattered.

The night ends with Elizabeth's arm around your waist as you walk out of the venue, feeling grateful and blessed to have such a strong and loving partner by your side.

A/n-lizzie deserved that award but Ali wong is equally as talented and should not have any negativity directed her way.