#lizzie olsen x male reader

[aloneodi]

Surprise | Elizabeth Olsen

Summary: Y/n has a surprise for his girl. But does she like it??

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x male reader

Warning: nothing I guess just fluff.

"I have a surprise for you."

"ooh, what kind of surprise?"

"Will you keep your mind out of the gutter for one moment?" Y/N replied, trying his best to sound serious but unable to stop the corners of his mouth quickly creeping upwards. Lizzie giggled, lightly swatting him with the magazine she was holding.

"That's not what you said last night, baby," she said, offering him a sensual look as they stood facing each other. He chuckled, pushing her playfully.

"you are shameless!"

"But that's why you love me..."

Y/N smiled, glancing at the floor for a passing moment. He knew this carefree banter would soon fade when he informed her of his surprise. But he also knew the stalling couldn't wait any longer.

"Do you want your surprise or not?"

She held up her hands in apology, and nodded with a smile. Y/n exhaled deeply, preparing himself for the enormous amount of convincing he would have to do.

"I'm ready,"

"Okay..." he paused, talking another breath. He was sure that she had now noticed his nervous demeanour, but there was no way he was stopping now, "...I went down to the post office today, and in front of the door they had this box full of puppies."

As soon as he had uttered the latter he knew he had made a mistake. Her expression changed dramatically, even going as far to take a step backwards,

"puppies? Please, Y/n, do not tell me you've gone and adopted a dog!" despite her apparent anger, Y/n recognised something deeper in her tone. Fear.

"Lizzie, I need you to hear me out on this one! You can't live your life consumed by such an irrational fear..."

You've really put your foot in it now, Y/n,

"I-I didn't mean it like that.." It was no use. He had said it.

"Y/n, I was attacked by a dog when I was six!"

"I know, Liz, I know."

"you see this scar?" she pulled up the hem of her shirt, revealing a series of small scars that formed a large bite mark on the side of her stomach, "I didn't get this falling in church! An Alsatian ravaged me." The way she said the words were harsh, and Y/n stepped towards her, taking her in his arms. He was surprised when she relaxed almost instantly, burying her head in his chest as she sighed deeply.

"I love you, okay?" he whispered, using his hand to tilt her chin up so that she looked him in the eyes. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss, " ...and I'd never do anything if I thought it would end up hurting you," he said, pulling away and continuing to hold her close.

"I know."

"...she's a golden retriever."

"you've seen those, right? All cute and fluffy. Bit like you, minus the fluffy part," he chuckled, and she smiled.

"I've seen'em"

He could tell she was still unsure, but he was relieved she wasn't shouting at him anymore.

"The dog that did this to you..." he began, slipping his hand underneath her shirt and gently caressing the damaged skin beneath. She breathed softly, keeping her eyes locked on his, "...was a whole different kettle of fish. If you want it, this would be our dog. And it would love you as much as I do, maybe even more so."

Lizzie chuckled lightly, starting to feel the rush of adrenaline caused by the difficult memories fade gradually.

"If that's even possible..."

Y/n kissed the tip of her nose, unable to stop himself from smiling.

"That's my girl. Just give her a chance, and if you can't then we'll find her another home.

"one of these days I'm going to have to kick your ass, you know that?"

He laughed, happy that she was relaxing after her outburst. Not that he blamed her for having an outburst. It was sprung on her rather quickly.

"I look forward to it, now c'mon..." reaching for her hand to lead her away, he paused when he still felt tension in her touch, "...Actually, you stay here. Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I will bring her to you"

Lizzie nodded with a smile, taking a seat on the sofa as Y/n made his way to the front door. He stepped outside, bending down to pick up something out of view before poking his head around the door to look at her.

"you ready, babe?"

He was smiling, obviously trying his best to keep a hold on what he was carrying. Exhaling quietly, she nodded.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Great, here I come."

And with that he pushed the door wide open, and immediately her eyes fell to the small, golden bundle of joy Y/n was holding with his free hand.

Of course she felt the fear. Of course she did. But Y/n was there. And he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

As he came closer, she finally got a good look at the puppy. Lizzie had to admit she was a serious cutie. Glancing up at Y/n, she almost laughed when she saw the look in his eyes. It was taking some serious restraint to not melt into a puddle of goo at the sight of the tiny thing.

"She's... she's adorable, baby..." she said with a smile, watching as the puppy squirmed, obviously not happy with the height it was being held at.

"Here," he said, squatting down in front of where she was sitting. Briefly, she panicked, but Y/n caught the look in her eyes and placed his hand on hers, "Relax, baby. Nothing's gonna happen to you."

"Oookaayyy..." she breathed shakily, trying to focus on the positives. It's little paws were incredibly cute.

"Let her sniff you. You just sit still and she'll do her thing."

She trusted him more than anybody. He had been around dogs growing up, so he knew what he was doing. Now she had to do her part.

Waiting until Lizzie had relaxed considerably, he slowly moved the puppy towards her until it's nose was next to her hand. Y/n could feel her tension, but he was proud of her for even trying this.

"Relax, baby"

"I know."

The puppy sniffed at her hand for a few moments, before gently licking her fingers. The sensation came as a surprise to Lizzie, but she remained still nonetheless.

Y/n smiled, lightly scratching behind the tiny puppy's golden ears.

"Do you want to hold her?" he asked, keeping a firm hold on the puppy itself. The last thing he needed was it jumping onto her and setting her back in her ways.

Being extremely careful, he slowly placed the retriever in her outstretched hands. The puppy squirmed for a second before relaxing again, lying comfortably in her arms. Lizzie smiled, running her fingers along the golden fur coat that covered the tiny creature.

"pretty amazing, huh?"

Y/n leaned down, kissing the top of the puppy's head much to Lizzie's amusement.

"Does she have a name?" she asked, and Y/n nodded.

"Her name is Goldie, but we can always change that in the future" he explained, and she shook her head.

"I like it..." she smiled, stroking Goldie's head as she sat, "Hi there, Goldie. You're not scary at all, are you?"

Chuckling lightly, Y/n got up and took a seat next to her on the sofa, all the while watching the small puppy as it scrambled around her lap.

"I'm glad you like her, baby. And I'm proud of you for being so brave," he said, tilting her face towards his as he spoke. She smiled, pressing her lips to his in a loving kiss, almost wanting to deepen it immediately But there was a certain canine that probably wouldn't appreciate such a romantic display of affection to worry about.

Pulling away, she smiled softly.

"I love you, Y/n. Thank you"

"you're welcome, Liz. And you love Goldie too, right?"

"More than anything.."

"Oh, so now I'm second in line for your affections?"

"Every doofus has his day, Y/n."

"Thank you, baby. You always know how to make me feel better..."

"Remember you're my perfect girl"

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This is for you my love, my girl @gingerninja-93 ❤

[lifespectator]

A Special Night

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend and you have some "special time" before she goes on tour.

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), Language

A/N: This is my second time writing smut, so please lmk what you think and if you want to see more in the near future

You were walking out of the movie theatre with your girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen. She had taken you to watch 'Martha Marcy May Marlene'. Her first project as a professional actress. You were more than happy to see Lizzie finally making her dreams reality.

"So... did you like the movie?" Lizzie asked you, nervousness lingering in her voice. You knew It was the question she had been eager to ask once the movie ended.

"Not gonna lie, I want to punch John Hawkes right in the face after that." She gazed at you and playfully smacked your arm. "Are you kidding? It was amazing. You were amazing in every scene." You responded truthfully as you held her hands.

Lizzie was a woman of many talents; acting is one of them.

"Oh my god! I'm so glad you did!" Lizzie exclaimed happily as she hugged. You hugged her back and smiled.

You were the person who pushed Lizzie to apply for NYU Tisch. Lizzie was glad she had you during the hard times. If it weren't for you being there, she would have dropped out of NYU. Because you were there during the hard times, she wanted you to be there in the happy moments of her life.

Lizzie's excited screams gathered the attention of the people passing by. While some just looked and kept walking, others continued looking. They most likely finished watching the movie or saw a poster and recognized that the pretty woman beside you was the one on the big screen. You decided to take action before a huge crowd gathered, preventing both of you from leaving.

"Baby, let's go home." You told Lizzie, and she agreed. Both of you walked towards the parking lot.

-

"My love, what's wrong? Please tell me." Lizzie asked you once both of you were inside the car. It was evident that something was bothering you.

Even though you were happy for your girlfriend, you knew her job would come with some sacrifices.

You looked away. "I know you had warned me of this. But I don't think I'm ready." You told her the truth.

You knew she was semi-famous thanks to her sisters, but with her becoming an actress, she would soon be famous for her talent. Her life would change forever, yours included.

Worry was evident on Lizzie's face. "Is this about the attention we gathered inside the theatre?" She questioned in a low voice, sadness lingering in her words. "No, I'm fine with that. It's just that tomorrow you leave on tour for your movie, and I don't know how I will handle a lot of time away from you." You responded in a defeated tone.

Ever since you and Lizzie became friends and eventually lovers, you both have always spent all the time possible together. Even when she was filming, you would occasionally visit her. But now, she was required to travel to different states for press conferences.

Lizzie rested her chin on your shoulder. "My love, it pains me too. But believe me, time will pass by fast." She comforted you as she rubbed your chest.

You turned your head to look at her. Her beautiful green eyes and unique features that you wake up every morning to. You brought your hand up to her cheek and caressed it. You leaned in for a kiss which she reciprocated. The kiss started softly, enjoying each other's lips but quickly turned into a hungry kiss. Both fighting for dominance. Low noises were coming out of both of you.

As Lizzie wrapped her arms around your neck, you, in a swift motion, lifted her and helped her straddle you. She let out a moan after feeling your hardened cock against her. You both continued kissing as she slowly started to grind you, to which you let out some muffled groans.

"Fuck." She grunted in between the kiss. Feeling so aroused, you started to undo the button of her low denim shorts. You broke the kiss to speak. "I can't hold any longer, my love." You let out as you tried to regain your breath. "Go for it." She purred. That was your sign.

Lizzie lifted herself from your lap to pull down her shorts, only to now be left in her black underwear. You have seen this view many times, but it never failed to astonish you.

You adjusted the car seat back and pushed your jeans down enough to pull out cock. "So hard already." She cooed as she grabbed it and slowly moved her hand up and down. You groaned at the feeling of her hand on your cock. "I need you now." You said as you moved her underwear to the side, revealing her wet pussy. You aligned your cock with her entrance and which she slowly sank into, causing you both to moan. "Oh Fuck." she let out.

Once your whole length was entirely inside her, she waited there on the base of your cock for you to be ready. Being surrounded by her wet warmth was the best feeling. You grabbed her ass and squeezed it, gaining a groan from her. You thrust your hips upwards and smacked her bum to let her know you were ready.

She started moving her hips as moans came out of her mouth. "So good, baby." You grunted. You brought her down into a kiss and then focused on her neck, scattering it with kisses. "Fuck don't stop!" She cried.

You started sucking on her pulse. She shivered as you gave her neck a playful bite. Her moans and the sound of your skin making contact left you ecstatic. You grabbed both her arms and held them together behind her back. "Oh, fuck, just like that!" Lizzie cried out as you thrust your hips upwards at an animalistic pace. Both of you were dripping in sweat. The car windows were covered in fog. You can only hope no one was witnessing your actions.

After a few more thrusts, you felt her walls tighten around your cock. "Fuck yes!" She moaned. Her juices released on your shaft. It took a few more thrusts to feel your orgasm coming. You let go of her arms and grabbed her ass which you brought down to you as you felt your orgasm approach. You groaned as your cum released inside her while she moaned at the warm feeling. Both of you stayed in the same position, regaining your breath and giggling.

She slowly got off you. "I might have fucked up." You told her as you re-adjusted your seat. "Don't worry. I was on the pill." Lizzie said with an innocent smile as she grabbed some napkins to clean herself.

You just grinned as you started the engine to head home. You were going to make the night special.

-

Both of you wasted no time once you reached home. Once you parked the car, you picked up Lizzie and carried her to your shared bedroom. Before you both knew it, you both had removed your clothes.

Lizzie stood there, letting you see her curves and beautiful breast. She walked up to you, swaying her hips. As she reached you, she placed her hands on your shoulders and ran them down your arms as she sank to her knees.

"Let me treat you." She grabbed your cock and started stroking it. You groaned at the sensation of her soft hand on your length.

Lizzie opened her mouth and licked your tip, covered in pre-cum, moaning at the taste. She placed her lips on your tip and lowered her head, taking your entire cock.

She started bobbing her head as you got lost in the pleasure. You reached for one of her breasts and squeezed it, earning muffled moans. You looked down and locked eyes with her; seeing her cheeks hollowed is what did it for you. You started to thrust your hips, making your cock go deeper into her mouth. After the repeated movement, you finished in her mouth.

"God, that was so fucking good." You groaned. She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out, showing you that she had swallowed your cum.

You help Lizzie stand up and lead her to the bed. Once you both reached the bed, she got on all fours and leaned her upper body forward, leaving her ass in the air.

"I'm blessed for having this view." You positioned yourself behind her. "What would you do without it?" She teased. "Wouldn't want to dream of it."

You rubbed your tip against her slit. "So wet already." You teased. "Fuck, Y/n, I need you now." She pleaded.

She gasped as you pushed your cock inside her. You started to move, getting lost in her warmth. "Don't stop!" She cried out as you fastened your thrust.

You ran your hands on her bare back and then gripped her hips tightly, finally setting a pace. You felt your excitement build up with every thrust. Elizabeth tried her best to suppress moans to hear the noises of pleasure you made. She wanted to hear how good she made you feel.

While Lizzie's walls were massaging you, her hand reached for her core and made circles on her clit. "I'm so close." You feel Lizzie's walls tighten around your cock. "I am too, baby." She gripped the sheets as her legs started to tremble when she reached her climax. Her moans overpowered your moans and the noises of your hips smacking her ass. It only took a few more thrusts until you reached the edge. Your cum mixed with her juices as you emptied inside her.

Elizabeth let out a low moan as you pulled out of her. You lay down next to her and started playing with her hair. Both of you were panting.

"I'm gonna miss this." You husked. She turned and rolled over to look at you.

"Fuck that. You're coming with me." She purred. You giggled at her comment. "You actually want me to come with you? No pun intended, by the way." You smiled.

"I mean, yes. Who else is going to satisfy my needs?" She asked as you giggled. " We'll talk about this tomorrow, deal?" She hummed in approval. You brought her close and covered both your bodies with the bed sheets.

-

A/N: Thanks for reading!

Masterlist

[darkdemeter]

Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most. 

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well. 

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

 You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side. 

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded. 

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system. 

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement. 

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave. 

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character. 

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake. 

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down. 

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all. 

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far. 

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd. 

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth. 

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders. 

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind. 

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character. 

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand. 

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished. 

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you. 

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic. 

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans. 

[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.

[gingiesworld]

Hi!! I have a request for a fic in the future if you want to do it. Yn is an actor, same age that Mk and Ashley. He started acting at a very young age and the Olsen twins were like the only competition he had. When the directors casted the twins and yn, he didn't know It was gonna be like hell. They were mean to him and they tried everything to be more famous than him. Years later Yn was casted as( i don't know, Vision or another one) and he met his new costar, everything in his past came back, and he was mean to her for her sisters.

Sorry, too long I think but I have this idea I think you would do a great job if you want to do it.

Wow. This is my first ever request on Tumblr. Thank you so much nonnie for thinking of me. I hope I did a good job buddy

Why Do You Hate Me

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N Y/L/N was known for his earlier roles when he was a child, especially the roles he played in the movies he starred alongside the Olsen twins. Y/N was a timid boy and just wanted to be successful, but the twins made everything a competition. Deliberately making him screw up his lines. Tripping him up whenever they had the chance, or just being plain old mean to him by saying he sucks. He won't survive in the industry.

Although, that only encouraged him to do better in his career. Landing some major roles, especially joining the MCU as Vision. Although, the moment he met one of his co-stars, everything that he thought he had forgotten had come back to him.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Olsen, but you can call me Lizzie." She held her hand out for him to shake.

"Hi, Elizabeth, I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He spoke coldly, shaking her hand as he looked into her eyes. Seeing how much she looked like her sisters. His blood boiling at the memories.

As the time went on, his coldness towards Lizzie started to infuriate the woman. Especially when they started to film Civil War, having more scenes together. It wasn't until during the airport scene, one of the wires that held Y/N up as he flew, snapped. Halting the shoot as he collided with the floor. Groaning in pain.

"Are you ok?" Lizzie asked him as he just glared at her, moving away from her touch.

"Don't touch me." He snarled at her.

"I'm just concerned Y/N." She told him.

"Well don't be." He snarled as he sat up as Joe came running to him.

"Are you ok Y/N." Lizzie noticed how he didn't fight when Joe rested his hand on Y/N's good shoulder, deciding to get up and leave.

"I think it's dislocated." He told him as Joe signalled for the medics.

"We'll get you sorted out buddy." He told him with a smile as he helped Y/N to his feet. "We're done for the day guys. Thank you."

Lizzie was starting to get sick of how Y/N was treating her. How he would exclude her from every one of his conversation. Scolding her everytime she forgot a line, so she had done a stupid thing, she decided to get drunk. Only then she had the courage to confront Y/N. She marched to his hotel room, banging on his door.

"Elizabeth." He spoke quizzically, his arm in a sling.

"I need to talk to you." She slurred as she poked his chest, pushing passed him inside.

"Listen, I am tired and I don't care for this conversation." He told her as he gestured to the door.

"Why do you hate me?" She asked him shakily. He watched as tears formed in her eyes.

"I don't." He told her, guiding her to his bed. "You need to sleep and we can talk about this another day." He lay her down, helping take off her shoes before he grabbed her a bottle of water. "Drink this and sleep." He told her, getting up to get the trash can before he went to the sofa. Laying down himself.

"I don't understand." Lizzie mumbled sleepily.

"Maybe when your sober we can have that conversation." He told her softly, closing his eyes as he felt a heavy guilt weighing on his shoulders. He had made her feel how her sisters made him feel when they were younger. That wasn't who he was, who he should be. He was always kind and gentle, caring and selfless, but he has been the complete opposite to someone who could be his best friend. He turned his head in her direction, hearing her snores as she slept. "I'm sorry." He whispered before he tried to sleep himself.

As the next morning came around, Lizzie stirred awake. Remembering the events of last night, groaning as she sat up. Shocked to see Y/N enter the room with a paper bag and some water.

"Here, take these and then eat." He told her before he retreated back to the sofa. As the two ate in silence, he decided to break it. "I don't hate you."

"What?" Lizzie questioned, she could see how he had been kicking himself.

"I'm not sure if you remember me from working on those project with your sisters when we were kids." He told her as she looked closer at him. "They made my life hell whenever we were on set. They would make me screw up my lines and tell me I was worthless. I wouldn't make it in the industry. All sorts of things like that. I honestly thought about quitting when they said that I was too fat for the job, but then I used their slurs and used them. I forced myself into the gym everyday, I cut out fast food and somedays I actually forgot to eat because of it." He sighed as he sat back, his gaze never faltering from Lizzie's. "I'm sorry that I took it out on you, but when you told me your name, it brought everything back."

"Y/N." Lizzie tried as he just shook his head no.

"I'm sorry Lizzie." He whispered. "I made you feel how they made me feel and I was wrong to do that."

"Hey." She got up and sat beside him. "We can start a fresh if you want. Be friends?" She asked him as he just smiled at her, nodding.

"I would like that." He whispered as she smiled widely.

"Good." She smirked. "Well, since you are now the reason none of us have work until you're healed, let's have some fun."

As the weeks turned into months, both of them became closer. Best friends even. But that wasn't entirely something that Y/N ever saw happening, especially since they lived so close to each other. They would spend time in each others houses, watching movies or cooking together.

Over time, Y/N had realised that he has developed feelings for her. Unsure of how to pursue things, unsure if she even feels the same way. So, it wasn't until the cast decided to have a small get together, and Robert's idea to do 7 minutes in heaven.

"You don't have to kiss in the closet, you could just tell each other your deepest secrets since some of us are in happy relationships." He stated, placing the bottle on the table, spinning it and it landed on Scarlett. As the game went on, it was Lizzie's turn, as she spun it, it landed in between Y/N and Evans.

"I've already been." Chris smirked as he nudged Y/N's shoulder. Y/N nodded shyly as he stood up, following behind Lizzie and Robert.

"Remember, seven minutes guys." He told them before he closed the door on them. The closet was only illuminated by a dull light as the two were practically stood toe to toe.

"So." Y/N started shyly.

"We can kiss or you can tell me your deepest secret." She smirked as he choked on air. "One that no on knows."

"I feel like either way, you will find out a secret." He snickered shyly.

"So which is it?" She asked as she stepped closer. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before cupping her cheek. Gazing into her eyes.

"This is going to change a lot Elizabeth." He whispered as he leaned closer. Lizzie's breath was quickening at feel of his breath on her face. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath.

"I don't care." She whispered before he closed the gap. Kissing her with urgency, she gripped onto his collar before her hands went to his neck. His to her hips as he pushed her against the opposite wall. Her leg wrapping around his waist as their tongues danced together. His hand moving up her thigh to her ass, squeezing it and causing her to grind against his crotch. The two moaning and panting as he moved his kisses to her neck, sucking and biting softly as she continued to grind.

"Time's up!" They heard Robert bang on the door. The two pulled apart with dialated pupils before fixing themselves. Making sure they don't look like they were about to have sex in their friend's closet.

Lizzie grabbed Y/N's hand as she left the closet. Pushing him to sit down before getting on his lap. Smirking as the two continued the evening with their friends. Anticipating what the future has in store for the two.

[whitexwolfxx310]

I'm Dreaming Of A *White* Christmas (BBWWS)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Christmas fun at The Compound with Bucky gets steamy.

Warnings: 18+ !!! Y/N, smut post, super fluff and some angst, oral sex (Female to male), unprotected sex, shower sex, light cursing, talk of love.

Word Count: 3708

Gif: Credit goes to dunkinnn and lizzie-olsen

A/Ns: Sorry this post took a little bit longer than usual. With the holidays, things got a little crazy. Thank you for your patience. Thank you all so much for reading!

Taglist: @peaches1958 @aquabrie @elsie-bells @pono-pura-vida @redbloodedgurl @almosttoopizza @beware-my-thorns @prettylittlepluviophile @annoyinglythoughtfuldestiny @calwitch @ozwriterchick @roofwitty779

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Gone on another mission, The Compound has been relatively quiet. While this building has every amenity you could think of and more, it tends to get a bit lonely. Every morning you wake up to find Bucky already awake, looking at you with an affectionate smile which is an incredible way to start any day. Each night you're disappointed by a lonely bed, putting it out into the universe that he will be home soon.

With the holidays quickly approaching, you can't help but have a strong feeling of empathy towards your fellow housemates. The holidays seem to be something not necessarily celebrated around here, which isn't uncommon in this field of work. Most of these people have experienced a terrible loss or some sort of tragic incident that makes celebrating difficult, which is completely understandable. But not this year. This year, you're going to do what you can to bring some peace, some sort of recognition that they so desperately deserve.

Remembering that there was an abundance of extra Christmas decorations courtesy of Quill and the rest of the Guardians, (Which no one has really any idea where they came from), you quickly make your way down to the storage room to glance it over. After multiple trips between The Compound floors, you're now looking at the large array of festive pieces on the living room floor. A small wave of anxiety flows through you at the thought of Bucky coming home and seeing, what he considers, a mess. His tidiness is both a blessing and a curse.

Let's get to it then.

A few stressful hours of hard work and perfection gives you the satisfaction you were hoping for. Across the island in the kitchen is draped, greenery garland. Three classic red, white, and green stockings hang adjacent on the wall. One for Bucky, one for yourself, and of course, one for Alpine. Fake, fluffy white snow covers the base of the bay window. Mini white Christmas lights outline the entirety of each window pane. A few gold candles of various sizes were placed on each counter. And last, but not least, the main attraction of it all is the Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room. Also decorated with classic Christmas lights and has a modest mixed amount of red and gold ornaments. Alpine seems to approve of the tree as well, brushing her face up against the bottom branches.

Putting some of your favorite Christmas movies on repeat, you start on one of the most important traditions of all: homemade hot chocolate and bake cookies to decorate. While baking has never been a strong suit for you, technological advances have come a long way in the form of break apart sugar cookie dough.

The aroma of freshly baked cookies and a hint of pine fills the apartment. Setting the cookies onto a cooling rack, you start to set up a small decoration station that includes different color icing and sprinkles. Being so involved in the art that is cookie decorating, you didn't even hear the door open. Out of your peripheral vision, Bucky is slowly walking in, slightly waving his hand to get your attention as to not scare you. It doesn't work. You jump back slightly.

"Sorry! Sorry.... I really tried not to frighten you." Bucky laughs, but his eyes start to wonder around the apartment. "Wow." He says, sort of monotoned.

You scurry from behind the counter, now standing in front of him. Coming from a person who's tidiness is on just a whole new level, it might seem like Santa Claus himself threw up in this place. Bucky doesn't make eye contact with you as he continues to look over each and every new detail about the apartment.

"Is it too much? It's too much. I'm sorry!" You feel the anxiety start to rise up from the pit of your stomach as you spin to start taking things down but are soon held in place by a warm hand grasped onto yours.

“No, don’t.” He starts, focusing on you for the first time since he noticed the newly decorated apartment. “It’s beautiful.” His eyes dart between each and every new display. Alpine sits firmly at Bucky’s feet while softly purring, her tail gently swishing back and forth along the floor behind her as she demands the obligatory welcome home love session.

“Oh hi, pretty girl.” Bucky says as he kneels down onto the floor, his hand scratches the top of her head and moved down along her back. Rolling over onto her back, Alpine meows and pokes out her stomach. He laughs as he indulges in the belly rubs. “I know, I know. Did you miss me?”

If he's like this with a cat, imagine him with kids. Ugh. My heart.

"Now you're the one with a staring problem." Bucky says looking up at you from the floor. You quickly realize that you were daydreaming, watching him, cheesing so hard that your cheeks hurt.

"S-Sorry." You say quietly, your cheeks now turning red from embarrassment. Giving one more gentle caress down Alpine's stomach, Bucky stands up, facing you, taking a step closer.

"Did you miss me?" He asks. The question was proposed as a sarcastic one. But by now, you know there is an hidden underlying implication. Searching his eyes, you see it. He's genuinely curious. And yet, he seems nervous for the answer although he is trying his best not to show it.

"Ehh..." You take a step closer, now standing on the balls of your feet making yourself taller so that the tips of your noses just touch. "Maybe a little." A small snort escapes from your nose just before you stretch your neck just a little more to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Bucky returns the sentiment, smiling as he cups your face on each side and presses his forehead into yours.

"Same here, Sunshine." Bucky smiles just a little wider. "Although..." He takes a step backwards, moving his hands down from your cheeks to your biceps. "I need to know. What is it that's making this place smell so good?"

"Oh!" You're slightly bouncing from the excitement, and relief, of him liking the décor. "I made sugar cookies." You say eagerly, tilting your neck slightly to the left a few times indicating to look over. He walks over to the island, looking at the display of treats prepped and ready to be decorated. Bucky goes to take one and you slap his hand away. His eyebrows raised in surprise. "If you help me decorate, maybe I'll let you have one."

The promise of a small treat was all the convincing he needed. New core memories are created as Bucky wraps his arms around you from behind, trying to spread icing onto the cookies. It was difficult for two people to try and accomplish in such a close proximity. By the time you’re both done, it looks as though a toddler iced and sprinkled the cookies. The playful banter back and forth with each other lead to the occasional tease with icing.

Both stepping back to admire the kindergarten grade cookies, you both look at each other and laugh. “It’s the thought that counts, right?” Bucky continues to chuckle as he tries to sound convincing.

His hand catches your eye, the tiniest drop of icing on his finger. “Here, you have a little…” you start as you take his hand. Bringing it to your mouth, your lips wrapping around his pointer finger a little further down than necessary. Keeping eye contact with him, you slowly pull back, allowing the pad of his finger to slide against your bottom teeth and the tip of your tongue delicately flicks over the end of his fingertip as it exits your mouth.

Bucky, intrigued, raises his eyebrows in response. He visibly relaxes as a grin smoothly appears on his mouth. "And you..." He says, as he leans his face in closer to yours while his thumb and pointer finger create a U shape around your chin. "Have something right..." Using those two fingers only, he manipulates your head to tilt up and to the side. His tongue presses to your cheek, dragging it slowly upwards. "Here." He says, leaving a sensual kiss on your cheek. Your body trembles slightly under his touch after being alone for the last few weeks. Your skin starts ever so lightly tingle from each time he makes skin to skin contact.

Giggling, you step backward towards the counter and reach for a container with the remaining icing. Quickly you stick your finger into the icing and boop Bucky on the nose. His forehead and nose scrunch revealing a playful smile. Reaching for the container, he sticks three fingers into the icing, now grinning from ear to ear.

You quickly realized that you made a mistake. Trying to dart away, Bucky snatches you up from behind. Kicking your feet and squealing, he lets go, bending over from laughing so hard. You take this opportunity to run on the other side of the counter so at least that is between you two. You mirror his movements. Each step he takes to the right, you take one to the left and vise versa.

Even for a split second, it was a stupid thought that you could even outrun him. Watching him intently, you bite your bottom lip. Now wearing a mischievous smile, Bucky jumps up onto the island effortlessly. Within one stride he steps down onto a chair and lightly jumps onto the floor in front of you. Knowing that you’re trapped no matter which way you try to go, your fight vs flight response completely shorts out. He swiftly moves forward, bracing you with his left arm but using the messy icing fingers to gently grab your face. Almost as if it was a wedding cake, he caresses it across your face.

“Bucky!!!” You call but can barely get out with all of the laughing. You’re then silenced with a sweet, messy, perfect ‘fall in love’ this very moment, kiss. It feels as if you’re just melting into him. Your body presses up against him and his does the same in response.

“We are um… quite messy.” You breathe between kisses.

"Hmm." He moans into your mouth. "I think I know what we can do to fix that." Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you up, supporting you from underneath your thighs.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walks you both through the bedroom and into your shared bathroom. Leaning into the shower, he turns the water on. Steam immediately starts to fill the bathroom, making the atmosphere thicker. You can feel him shifting around slightly, which a moment later you recognized that he had removed his shoes. As you're expecting him to put you down so you can take your clothes off, he doesn't. Opening the glass door into the shower, he steps in, still holding you, and you both fully clothed.

"W-What are you doing?!" You ask, confused and yet curious. Bucky let's out an amused laugh.

"You said we were a mess, Y/N. You gave me a problem and this is my solution." He says, lightheartedly. Gently, he helps you plant your feet down onto the wet tile, bracing you in case your clumsiness decides to show it's ugly face.

Once you're stable, your arms find their way around each other once more. The warm water from the large, rainfall showerhead is weaving in and out between the kiss. As the seconds pass by, both your clothes and his, are starting to stick tightly to your bodies from being damp. Feeling confined from the now restricted clothing, you pull away from the kiss. Bucky's hair has fallen to it's natural state, dripping into his face as he looks into your eyes fervently.

Your hands instinctively reach for the bottom of his shirt, rolling it up a little at a time. At least, as much as you can peel the damp fabric off of his body. With a little additional help from Bucky himself, the soaked t-shirt is discarded into the corner of the shower. Reciprocating, his hands start to tug upwards on the hem of your shirt. While he's pulling up, you start trying to shimmy out of the top as well.

"I guess I didn't think this all the way through." Bucky laughs. That genuine, can turn your entire day around, contagious and reserved laugh that only you're allowed to hear. Your body feels as though it's going to liquify underneath his touch.

Almost being successful with the shirt, he is able to get the clothing up your neck and partially over your face. He lingers a moment, letting the drowned shirt stay just above your nose. Leaning in, his mouth is immediately on yours. The shirt being used as a makeshift blindfold for a moment. Bending down just a little, your head and arms are free, your shirt now joining his on the floor.

Pressing your bodies into one another, each others hands find their way to the button of the other persons jeans. Working collectively and matching movements, you are now eagerly stepping out of your pants while maintaining the kiss. After undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, you take this opportunity to break away from the kiss. Bending down onto your knees, you grasp the hem of the jeans and start tearing them down.

Bucky braces his back against the humid shower glass, leaning his hips lightly forward towards you to aid in getting the jeans off. Feeling absolutely feral as his pants come off to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, your eyes lock with one another. Like a lightbulb turning on, the idea clicks into your head. We've never been here before.

Sitting back on your knees, the warmth of the rainfall lands near the back of your head, spilling into your hair and along your back. Bucky has an inquisitive expression on his face, wondering where this is going.

Blinking a few waterdrops off of your lashes, you lean in slightly and your hand reaches his ankle, your fingers slowly trailing their way up higher and higher, also leaving the occasional small scratch along the way. While it seemed painfully slow, it was only a matter of time before your hand was at his base. Looking up through hooded eyes, you open your mouth, tongue stretched out as you press it to his tip.

Maintaining the eye contact, your lips curl into a smirk before placing them around the head. Bucky's clenching his teeth, looking as though the breath was sucked right out of him. Sighing, his head leans backward onto the glass. Pulling back and opening your mouth more, you lean in, being able to take more of him in. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his waist instinctively pressing towards you.

Sliding your mouth backwards, you make it a point to press your tongue firmly up against the bottom of his shaft as you start to pull away. His chest is already heaving. This won't take much. With one hand gently gripped in his inner thigh, the other hand wraps around the bottom of his length. Once your mouth is pulled all the way back, you wait until Bucky's eyes lock with yours. Without blinking, you spit onto the end, using your hand that is already grasped onto him to slide the lubrication you provided down and around.

His mouth hangs open slightly at the gesture but is soon replaced with a low, mumbled moan. Waiting until your hand makes it's way back to the tip, you use your mouth to accompany the hand. Almost as if holding a microphone, your hand guides your mouth up and down. As soon as he seems to be enjoying himself, you switch it up, intensifying and edging him closer and closer to his climax.

Your grasp twists around as it goes forward and back. The top of your tongue flicks left and right as it gets guided by your hand. He's becoming restless; heavy breathing, more vocal, his right hand moves down to intertwine in your hair, encouraging you movements a go a little faster. When you can feel him start to get harder in your grip, his hand releases from your hair. Bringing his right hand up to his face, he bites down on his own knuckle, hard.

This takes you back a moment, confused by the gesture. A small 'pop' sound as your mouth pulls back and off of him. There's a flicker that crosses his gaze, looking at you amazed, adoringly, and something within him that also is coming out primal.

Bucky lifts you off of your knees to stand straight in front of him. Placing both of your hands on his chest, he hungerly seeks your lips. Modesty is out the window as his tongue caresses against yours. The kiss portrays how much he has missed you, how much he craves to be with you, to be inside of you any way that he can.

He then turns you around, your hands and breasts pressed against the glass. Using his foot between your legs, he spreads each leg just a little wider. His chest finds your back straight away, desperate to be as close to you as possible. Reaching around, his pointer and right middle finger go to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.

Your now sensitive body is pushing back against him. But after the slight foreplay, Bucky is ready to move forward. He slides the tip of himself on your core from back to front, before he is at your center, pushing himself in slowly. A relieved sigh comes from deep in your throat, trying everything to compose yourself and not beg him to fuck the ever living daylights out of you.

Once he is fully in, he stops for a moment; Taking all of you in, letting you adjust around his length.

"You're so tight..." Bucky breathes. It's like music to your ears. This moment can only get better at this point. He slowly draws himself almost completely out of you, but then thrusts back in. The suddenness makes you jump slightly from being so delicate under his touch. Before too long, he's pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. The water trickles down on your back and funnels through right to where the two of your bodies meet.

The moaning from both yourself, and him, start to become more frequent and louder with the panting breaking the now constant vocals. "Don't stop." You breathe. Just trying to get the two simple words out was a task in itself. Keeping the same rhythm, the thrusts become a little bit more defined. Now the moans, if you could even call them that, start to coincide with one another. The waves of warmed water crashing over you both.

A familiar pressure has been creeping up inside you. The one that demands to be seen, heard, and felt. The pleasure that feels so good but almost begs you to stop at the same time. A feeling that you're going to explode from the inside out, in the best way possible. Arching your back down just a little more, Bucky starts to glide right over the sweetest spot of all with each forward and back motion.

Your face presses up against the cool glass of the shower, trying to relieve yourself from the scorching heat rippling through you. His hands grab each side of your hips, causing the collision to get even more intense. Didn't think that was possible.

Feeling as though you took a step off of a tall ledge, you can't help but fall in love with the feeling of the free fall. The additional warmth from his climax mixed with your own drags the moment out. Becoming almost painfully sensitive with each slowing stroke.

Breathless, you each take a moment to collect yourselves. Your heartrate coming down, panting, the instant chill of sweat meeting the air. You can feel him gently pull out and your body's response is to quickly bury yourself in his chest. This is the moment; The exact place and time that if you were to die in this second, it would be the perfect way to go.

Being the sweet, nurturing man that only you seem to know, Bucky holds you and caresses your soft slicked skin. This is the first time your mind sees him. The protector, vulnerable, independent, and humble man that has everything you have ever wanted and more in a partner. The gentleness in his touch is what you needed to be complete. He isn't the type to jump in bed and leave at the first chance he gets. He's committed. He looks after you, paying attention to the tiniest details about yourself. Continuing to be there for you in the way of taking care of you. Washing your body, rubbing his sudsy hands up and down along your body.

Taking in a deep breath, it sounds like he's going to say something but hesitates. You look up to meet his eyes, looking into them admiringly. There is a heaviness in the air between you. An unspoken confession that both of you have, yet no one has been brave enough to say.

"Bucky, I-..." You start, swallowing down the feeling of being rejected in your throat. "I...I love you." It's barely audible. Maybe he didn't even hear it. It's too late to take it back. The lifetime lingering moment of silence makes you requestion the admission you just gave. You didn't even realize you were holding your breath waiting for his answer until his mouth opens.

"I love you too, Y/N." He professes. The amazing moment where it's not just you who has been feeling this way. Everything you have been daydreaming and more might have a chance at becoming reality. It takes everything you have to not jump up and down, celebrating like a teenager.

"Let's go get ready. We have some cookies to hand out." You smile, placing one more gentle kiss on his lips.

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[chelleztjs18]

Lost in Assistance - Ch. 10

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader.

GIF: I do not own this GIF.

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

I do not own any pictures, name, brand, song titles or anything that I used in this story.

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The three of you are finally back at the hotel. As soon as you got there, you went to your room to get ready. So is Lizzie in hers. When you are ready, you go right away to the girls’ room. You knocked on the door, and for some reason you slightly wish that Lizzie’s face would slowly show up as the door is opening but like usual it was Aubrey’s smile the first thing you see. “Hey.” Aubrey moves to the side as she opens the door wider for you to come in. “Hey Aubrey.” You unconsciously smiled in slight disappointment.

You do not mind at all that it's always Aubrey who opens the door for you. She is your good friend, really. You just start to think why is it always Aubrey? Is it just a coincidence or not really? Does she hate you so much that she is avoiding you at all cost? Oh well, why does it matter anyway? Why did you wish it was Lizzie who opens the door for you just now? There’s nothing special to it. The hatred is mutual. You were probably just concerned about her anyway after seeing her cry, you think it’s just a normal nice gesture if you are wondering how she was doing.  but again it’s none of your business. Your mind juggling all of those thoughts in such a short time triggers a quick rush in your mind.

Your eyes secretly look for Lizzie. You try to do it in the most subtle way so Aubrey won’t notice while both of you walk to the living room and sit down on the couch. “She is inside, still getting ready, Y/n.” Aubrey told you as if she can read your mind. “Huh?” Surprised with her statement just now, you got caught off guard and that was all you can say. You curse yourself in your mind for being too obvious.

“I know those eyes,y/n. You can’t lie to me. Your eyes’ movement. You were searching for her.” Aubrey teased with a knowing smile. “No, I wasn’t!” You denied instantly. “Yes you were, Y/n.” She convinced you in a playful tone. “No,I wasn’t!” You shout in a whisper. You feel warm on your cheeks and ears. “Okay, y/n. You were not.” She agreed in a playful sarcasm. “Tell that to your blushing cheeks.” She mumbles under her breath and rolls her eyes at the same time.

“What Aubrey?” You asked. “Oh nothing.” She smiled.

Aubrey slouch on the couch yet you sit next to her awkwardly straight up with your hands keep tapping your knees like they are a set of percussion. “So, how is she doing? Do you think she already feels better?” Your voice is almost like a whisper when you ask her as you don’t want Lizzie to hear it.

“Hmm. Care much, are you Ms. Y/L/N?” Once again, She always finds the chance to tease you about Lizzie. “Seriously? I asked just because that’s the right thing to do as a human being towards another.” You lifted an eyebrow as you tackled her tease once more. “You know what? Just forget I asked.” You added with a discomfort tone.

Aubrey giggled. “Geez, I was just joking. I think she’s feeling better but she still hates you.” She answered as she tried to hold a laugh teasing you. “Well, that, I don’t need to ask you, I already know. The whole world knows how much she hates me.” You shook your head. She giggles.

“So you are coming with us right?” You asked the girl next to you. “Nuh-uh. I’m not coming. I need to take a break from both of you and your arguments.” the brunette answers while her eyes locked on the TV. “Ouch. Are we that annoying?” You put your hand on your chest and act like you are hurt by what she said. “You guys are not annoying, I love both of you. You guys are just too funny for me to watch but I can’t say anything yet because both of you are too stubborn to listen to me and that’s annoying.” She said nonchalantly with a small smirk.

“What’s too funny about it? And what can’t you say yet? Tell me.” You jokingly push her shoulder. “Oh nothing. I have my own theory, you’ll know it next time.” She patched a meaningful smile. “Oh yeah? Probably a stupid theory?” You jokingly make fun of her. “Whatever y/n.” She giggles.

“Hey, y/n. I just want to say sorry. Honestly, I was the one who gave Lizzie the idea of giving you hell when you are working with her but I didn’t know it was you until she told me your name. Please don’t hate me.” Aubrey’s face showed remorse. “So, you are the one that makes my life a hell? Wow Aubrey. Thanks.” You said it in a playful tone.

“So you are not mad at me?” Aubrey looks relieved. “Nah,it’s okay. I figured anyway. You are forgiven.” You winked at her. “Gosh, y/n I thought you were serious.” She giggles. 

Lizzie comes out to the living room. “What are you giggling about Aubrey?” Then she notices you are there. “Oh.” That was all she said before she went back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, you notice that both of you need to leave not to be late. “Ms. Olsen, we have to go now. We can’t be late.” You told her from the living room. “Gosh y/n, Okay! Okay!.” She let out a harsh breath as she came out. “Bye Aubrey, I’ll see you later.” Lizzie yells as she walks out the suite room. You stand up, wave goodbye at Aubrey, and follow her .

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Both sitting on each side of the back seat, the car ride without Aubrey was silent. Just pure silence but you both taking turns on getting caught stealing glances at each other. You really don’t know why you have the urge to ask how she is doing while you know she for sure is not comfortable if you ask her that. You are just her assistant and her personal life is definitely none of your business.  Luckily, you both finally arrived at the location.

The photoshoot starts right away after her make up and wardrobe is ready. Everything is going well with the photoshoot until the last session with the last wardrobe, Sophie who is incharge of makeup and wardrobe had to leave early for a family emergency. Thank goodness, it is the last session, Lizzie just has to change to the last dress, do some shots and they can call it a day. Sophie asked if you can help with the last dress as she showed you which one and said you can just hang the dress once Lizzie’s done and you have no problem with it.

You wait for Lizzie outside the changing room to make sure everything is okay. You heard her softly grunts and curse under her breath. “Ms. Olsen, are you okay?” You heard other soft grunts. “I’m okay. Can you call Sophie please?” Lizzie asked, not knowing that the french lady already left. “Um, she left. She’s not here. Do you need help?”

“What do you mean she left?” She asked in surprise and confusion. “Yeah, she has a family emergency.” You explained. “I need help with the dress.” She asked from the other side of the wall. “I can help you.”

“No, not you. Is there somebody else who can help me?” She asked in a slightly irritated tone. “Yes, there’s Stefan, Andre, Antoine, Oh and there’s Claude.” You named all the crews that’s there who happen to be all males. “I meant a female one, y/n.” She opened the door a little, peek through the small open space and asked in annoyance.

“Yes, Her name is y/n. The only female here besides you.” You answered in a flat sarcastic tone, in emotionless face expression. “Like it or not, I'm the only one to help you.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Fine.” She groans and lets you in while trying her best to cover her body shyly. 

“Y/n, look the other way. Don't look over here.” She demanded. “How am I gonna help you if I have to look away?” You furrowed your eyebrows. She is in this red see-through sheer dress with some floral laces on some body parts that need to be covered with it but on the upper body part it looks like a beautiful corset. She turned around, her back facing you with the dress unzipped leaving her bareback exposed. You can see from the mirror in front of her, both of her hands crossed in front of her dress covered breast to hold the dress so as not to fall. She lowered her head, her face facing down.

The curve line from the back of her neck to her bareback with no bra straps whatsoever yet slightly covered with some strains of her long blonde hair was visible to you, the zipper slider body was way low on her lowest back, almost to her natural perfect size buttocks with the line of her g-string peeking out a little bit. Her peach-cream with a light hint of tanned skin colors look so flawless. Too perfect that no pores are visible.

You swallow your nervous feeling down, try hard to stop staring before she pulls her head up. No, you definitely don’t want her to notice that. “Okay,so you just need me to zip this up right?” You clear your throat. “Uh y-yeah.” You notice that she sounds nervous. 

“Okay. I’ll zip it up. Just pull the rest of your hair up so it won’t get caught in the zipper.” “She nodded, and her right hand grabbed the rest of her hair. The dress is slim-fitted, perfectly designed for her heavenly figure. You tried to pull the zip up by the pull tab but it was a little difficult to do, so you pulled it by the slider body. You tried to get a grip of it, your index finger is between her body and the dress. The tightness of the dress makes the tip of your finger slightly touch her skin. Both of you were surprised by it. You noticed her body jolted even in the very slightest movements when she felt the tip of your finger touch her skin.

You try to ignore the awkward feelings in the air, and you pull the zipper up slowly because you are afraid to ruin the dress. The room fell silent. The silence breaks down all barriers and makes you able to hear her breath hitch softly right when the tip of your finger lands on her bareskin slowly brushes her skin from the lowest part of her back slide up to the bottom of her back neck between her shoulders along her spine. Your eyes follow the zipper up and you lift your head higher to find her reflection in the mirror, her eyes closed and her lips slightly open as she slowly exhales.

“Uh-It’s all zipped up now.” You see her in the mirror standing there beautifully in the dress. She lifts up her head but as soon as her gaze locks with yours, she awkwardly turns her head sideways instantly. Meanwhile you are still hypnotized with the beauty in front of you.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.” Her voice brought you back to your consciousness. “I’m sorry?” You asked as you tried to recall what she was saying, unfortunately you didn’t pay attention at all. “I said, take a picture. It will last longer.” She repeated in annoyance.

“Oh. Uh, N-No, thank you. I’m good.” You answered quickly to hide your nervousness then you realized you picked the worst answer. You internally screamed at yourself for choosing such an answer but oh well, it is what it is. She was chagrined when you answered nonchalantly. She then walked out of the changing room and continued with the photoshoot.

As luck would have it, someone came to cover Sophie and help with the rest so both of you won’t have to deal with another insanely awkward encounter like earlier in the changing room.

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Both of you are on the way back to the hotel now. After what happened in the changing room, it’s even more awkward to sit with her in the back seat even though there’s enough space in the middle space between you two. You tried to get busy to distract yourself, checking out work related things in your phone or notes and also answered a work call. You are talking french on the phone, Lizzie figured it’s from the magazine company. Lizzie took the chance that was laid in front of her to give yet another glance at you while you weren’t paying attention. 

Every single glance she threw seems to move up slowly. From your crossed leg then to your thigh and she noticed you are wearing ripped distressed jeans that show some part of your skin with your right hand on it. She glances again at your slender fingers with your polished short but not too short nails. She then realized she might glance too long (or more like staring). Mercifully, you still don’t notice what she’s doing.

She finally regains control of herself and stops herself from stealing glances at you then turns her head to watch the street of Paris through the window but that doesn’t stop her wondering what is happening with her at this moment. The more she wonders the more she gets irritated because she can’t figure it out.

Ch. 11

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[sonofadeanwinchester]

Little Ray of Sunshine (17)

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Summary: You’re a PA on the set of Infinity War, best friends with Scarlet and Lizzie. But when someone reveals feelings for you, everything changes.

Sebastian Stan x Reader; Chris Evans x Reader; Scar Jo x reader; Lizzie Olsen x Reader

Words: 816

Warnings: swearing; smut; oral sex (male receiving); fluff

A/N: This story’s plot is fully dedicated to the beautiful @mrs-meghan-winchester ! Hope it’s everything you wanted ;) TAG LIST IS OPEN! Also, thank you to my good friend @parkerrogersgirl for proofreading.

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Kneeling in front of Sebastian was intimidating but also invigorating. His blue eyes locked with mine as a smirk crawled onto his lips. “You look lost, kitten.”

I shrug, smirking. “First time I’ve been this low.”

He chuckles. “Hopefully not the last.”

“Seb.” My face close enough to the tent in his underwear to feel my breath.

A shiver travels down his spine, the goosebumps on his body evident. “Yes, love.”

“What should I do?”

He runs a hand through my worn ponytail. “Just don’t bite me.”

I laugh, dropping my eyes to the floor. “I don’t know if you’re serious or not.”

“Don’t look away, baby. I wanna see you.” My face turns red and he smiles, the love in his eyes turning them a periwinkle blue. “I’m serious.”

I nod, starting to drop my head but he tugs on my ponytail. A moan escapes my throat and he catches a breath. “Do that again.”

He laughs. “Maybe we’re not so innocent as we let on, are we kitten?”

I shake my head, chewing my cheek. “You’ve awakened something in me.”

“Jesus.” His voice drops to a growl. “God, you’re perfect. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too. But if we’re gonna do this, we should do it before Joe or Anthony comes looking for you.”

He laughs. “I’m sorry, I forgot where we were. I got lost in your eyes.”

I snort. “Right. God, you are such a dork.”

He bends low enough to kiss the top of my head. “But I’m your dork.” He rubs his hands together. “Right, now suck my dick.”

“No beating around the bush, eh?”

“No, I shaved this morning.” My face must’ve flushed to a deep red by Sebastian’s facial expression. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to hurt me and I’ll be damned before I hurt you.”

I slide down his Calvin Kleins and my eyes widen at his length, taking a deep breath. “What do I do?”

He licks his lips. “Think of it as a lollipop. A lollipop attached to your boyfriend.”

I smirk up at him as I lick the tip, and he groans. I make a mental note that that was a good reaction, so I continue to lick around the head before looking up at him.

“Just suck it, baby. Like a popsicle.”

I nod, looking up at him as I wrap my mouth around his length, hollowing out my cheeks as I move my mouth back and forth. “Rub it a little, (Y/N),” he says, closing his eyes as he tilts his head back.

I start rubbing the base as you continue sucking him. I start a rhythm with my hand and my mouth, maintaining a consistent speed.

Sebastian moans, staring down at me, “I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep that up, baby.”

I smirk up at him as I start rubbing faster and he puts his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my mouth a few times and he quickly pulls out, cumming onto his chest. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”

I shake my head, stand to my feet and grab a towel from behind me. “Tell me, Sebastian, was that lesson number three?”

He smirks, wiping down his shirt before stripping it. “I really wanted to teach you it somewhere other than my trailer.”

I shrug. “I’m just happy you taught me anything.” I kiss his cheek. “You coming to my place tonight?”

He smiles. “I was thinking-”

“That’s dangerous.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. We spend a lot of time at each others’ apartments.”

I nod. “Mhmm.” I was digging around in my purse trying to find my perfume. “Where are going with this?”

With a sigh, he turns me in his arms. “What if we only had one place to go to?”

“What?”

He huffs, running a hand through his hair. “I have a surprise for you.”

“God, it’s not another lesson, is it? Because I’m tired.”

He snorts. “No.” Turning to open a cupboard beside him, he pulls out a small box.

He better not be proposing.

Handing me the small black box, I pop it open to find a little silver key. “A key?”

He nods, his eyes shining brightly. “To my apartment.”

At first, I’m confused. “What?” Then it hits me and I feel my heart pick up speed. “A key? As in-”

“As in I want you to move in with me.” His smile grew wide as he took the words out of my mouth.

“Really?” I grasp the key in my palms as I hug him close.

He nods. “I love you and want to spend every moment of every day with you.”

I laugh. “Seb, we already see each other for multiple hours at a time.”

“If I could use all the hours in a day, it still wouldn’t enough time with you.”

[aloneodi]

First date | Elizabeth Olsen

Summary: the first date but not their first date

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x male reader

Warning: little bit suggestive at the end, mentions of having sex and Y/N being overprotective and old schooled daddy~

Elizabeth's pov

"Have you told him?" I look at Ellie and smile. She is so worried that Y/N wont allow her to go on that date she is so looking forward to. Secretly I'm worried too. I mean Eddie is dating since he is 16 and Y/N is ok with it, but this is his daughter and eventhough Ellie is nearly 17, to him she is still a little girl. Thank God he is strictly anti-gun because otherwise I could totally picture him sitting on the porch and cleaning his gun when the poor boy arrives.

"I will tell him now. I'll be back in a couple of minutes" I give her a another smile and make my way to our room. I knock and get in. He is on the phone so I decide it is best to bring him in a good mood. I walk around the desk and curl up in his lap. He smiles down at me and finishes his call.

"Why Mrs. L/N did you miss me while l was in here" he says with a sexy smirk and even after nearly 20 years of beeing married this particular smirk makes me squirm a little. "I miss you whenever I'm not with you but actually we need to talk."

"What have the kids done now" I giggle when he looks annoyed because every discussion about the kids starts with 'we need to talk'.

"Well they are all good, but there is something Ellie wanted to tell you but she was a little worried of your reaction so she asked me to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"There is a nice boy in her school and he asked her on a date. She would really like to go, you know eat at a diner go to the movies maybe they go to the pool hall after that a typical teenie date." Y/N gapes at me and next he get's up with me in his arms, plops me down on his chair and starts to pace in our room while he runs both hands through his hair. Crap thats not good.

"Liz, baby, she is a child, she is way to young for a date. The answer is no!" he says with finality in his voice but I'm not going to let him ruin this for Ellie.

"Y/N, Ellie is almost 17 she is not a little girl anymore, Besides Eddie is dating since he is 16 don't you think that this is double standard." he glares at me and when I first met him that look would have made me cringe but now I glare back at him.

"Elizabeth that's different Ellie is a girl and I know what teenage boys want and they won't do that with any of my daughters. I mean imagine we let her go and two months from now she tells us she is pregnant. I'm not ready to be a grandpa" Ok thats ridiculous and I roll my eyes at him.

"First Ellie is not the kind of girl who has sex on the first date and second she is on the pill..."

"WHAT?" Y/N damn near screams and now I do cringe. Shit I never told him. "Lizzie why is our daughter on the pill. Is there something I don't know?"

"Y/N please calm down. I haven't told you about this because Ellie was so embarrassed that she had to tell me that she made me promise not to tell anyone else. A year ago she told me that she had really bad cramps when ever she got her period. So I took her to Dr. Greene and she told us that this is very common for young girls and that the pill could help. So we tried and it worked. This has nothing to do with birthcontroll for Ellie."

"Oh really, last time I checked the pill was birthcontroll. If she has cramps than she can take painkillers or take hot bath."

"Y/N please I don't want my daughter to take painkillers five days every month, thats not exactly healthy and Ellie knows that if she wants to have sex, she has to tell the boy to use a condom."

"You had the talk with her?"

"Of course I had 'the talk' with her. I don't want to be a grandma either. Well not right now. And do you want to know what she told me. Ellie told me that she would wait with sex until she knows she has found the right guy. She is very mature for her age, but we have to give her some space. It's one date and I already told her that she could not go without Ryan following her and you know what, she is ok with that as long as he doesn't sit at her table while dinner or in the same row in the cinema. So the worst that could happen is that they are holding hands or kiss..."

"Kiss" Y/N gasps and I have to stiffe a smile because he looks shocked. "Yes Y/N teenagers do kiss."

"Not my daughter she is too young!" Oh Y/N!

"Y/N we have to let her make her own expirience and I'd rather she asks us and we can meet the boy than her telling us she is going to friends house and meeting someone behind our backs. Besides all her friends are already dating and Ava she has her third boyfriend already"

"Well she is Collin's and Scar's daughter that was to be expected" Y/N mutters petulantly. "Come on baby I know this is hard on you but remember we have two more daughters and they will all start to date eventually see it as practice" I say with a smirk and he walks over to the desk again picks me up, sits down and puts me back in his lap.

"Fine, I want to meet the little fucker and if I don't like him they are staying here where I can watch him. Wait why don't we go with them?" Ok now I'm laughing. "You can't be real Y/N we can't go with them Ellie would die of embarrassment cuz everyone in school would make fun of her and you know how paparazzi is, they will follow us and it will be lot of trouble"

"Why?" he looks at me like this is a serious question and I think he is really thinking of doing it. "Because no teenage girl wants a double date with her parents how would you have felt if your parents wanted to go on a date with you and a girl you liked?"

"I would have felt that they are very responsable and-" I hold both hands up to stop him "Oh please you would have not felt like that. Look we agreed she can go once we met him so I'm going to tell her that he should come here to pick her up on friday and you can call Ryan now and talk to him." I kiss him quickly and leave our room before he can change his mind though I really hope that Ryan can talk some sense into my constantly worried husband.

Friday evening (Ellie's date night)

I sit in the family room and sip on my wine while looking lovingly at my poor husband. Thank god our younger kids are staying at my parent's house tonight so he can only drive himself and me crazy. He has called Ryan every day since I told him about the date on sunday, Actually I was ready to tell Ellie to go on her date on tuesday just to get this over with. Poor Ryan by now Y/N has compiled a 5 pages long list with things he has to watch and of course Y/N told him that he would be fired if Ellie gives him the slip or if they have sex.

Louis, my husband's dear manager is a wreck too because he was trying to convince Y/N that it was not possible to run a background check on everyone who will be in the diner or the cinema. Of course that wasn't safe enough for my darling control freak so now he has a deal with the manager of the cinema that no matter which movie they want to watch, the will watch it alone.

"Of course Ellie nearly threw a fit when she heard that but I calmed her down and also talked Y/N out of renting a diner for the evening as well as that would have been just too much. Jeez he was never that crazy with Eddie, but than again Eddie is just like Y/N, he looks just like him and he shares Y/N's interest in martial arts so he knows how to defend himself. I mean I don't want anything to happen to Ellie either but I think she needs to make her own mistakes to learn from them and besides Ellie also knows how to defend herself as Y/N had all of our kids go to several safety trainings and they all have security following them so there is no way that boy could harm Ellie. Ryan would rather shoot the kid than let anything happen to Ellie or our other kids Kylie, Grace and Matthew.

I'm interrupted from my thoughts when Ellie appears in the family room wearing a lovely light pink dress with the pumps I borrowed her. Her blond curls are tied back in a high ponytail and she looks so pretty.

"Do I look ok??" she asks a little shy and Y/N steps forward. "You can't go out like that. No way no dress or skirt go change into pants" he says and I get up too. "You look lovely sweetie. I really like the dress, don't listen to your Dada he is just worried."

"Fuck liz she can't wear a dress it's to easy to grab feel of her."

"Daddy!" Ellie pipes deathly embarrassed. "Damien would never do that. He is a nice boy. Please, please don't embarrass me I really like him" she begs wringing her hands and Y/N sighs. "Fine where is the fu- umm guy" he corrects himself and just than Taylor announces Master Damien Hamilton- Ellie's date.

We all look expectantly to the hallway and I have to stiffle a giggle when a boy who is at least 3 or 4 inch smaller than Ellie comes in and nearly falls over his own feet Oh dear, the poor boy is shaking. He has floppy black hair, his shirt is a little wrinkled and he looks deathly pale and stares wide eyed at us.

"Mom, Dad this is Damien." Ellie says and I swear Y/N is biting the insides of his cheeks when Ellie pushes the poor boy further into the room.

"Mr L/N, Mrs L/N it's a- a ple- pleasure to meet you" he stutters and holds his hand out to shake. Poor boy has sweaty palms and now Y/N is smirking, " Well Damien it is nice to meet you too, I do hope you will treat my daughter with respect" Y/N says and the boy nods wide eyed when we all sit down though he stands frozen to the spot in the room. "Sit" Ellie snaps and obediently he sits. Wow she really is her father's daughter so dominant.

"So Damien tell me in what activities are you involved in school." Y/N asks and the boy takes a deep breath. "I'm in the debatting and chess club and also part of the math athletes I'm not that good in sports, Sir." he says and actually he looks a little bit like a nerd but in a cute kind of way.

"I see and what do your parents do for a living?" I ask hoping this will be enough information for Y/N. "My father is working as software developer and my mom is a lab assistant Ma'am"

"We need to go now. Come" Ellie says suddenly and he follows her like a puppy out of the room, while we walk out behind them and watch as they get into his car and drive of with Ryan following them in one of the SUV's.

I close the front door and look at Y/N expectantly. "I like the boy, yes Ellie can date him." he smirks then stalks over to me, picks me up so I'm hanging over his shoulder and gives me a firm slap on my ass making me yelp.

"Now that we are alone Mrs. L/N I think you have to keep me occupied until Ellie is back home." he says in a seductive voice and I grin. "Why Mister L/N I'd like that very much." and with that he carries me into our bedroom where I keep him occupied in our very special way.

[lifespectator]

Cute Bloopers

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Summary: Basically you're the actor protraying Doctor Strange and Lizzies energitic behavior maskes you fall for her (Lizzie is single in this One shot)

Y/n POV

"Roar!!". Exclaimed the beautiful women known as Elizabeth Olsen. You see, these days that I've been working with her, I've slowly been falling for her. Why? Easy, everything she does is just cute.

"Ok, take a break and we will shoot again later today." Said Sam Raimi, he is the director.

I berly heard what Sam said because I was busy staring at Lizzie. "Dude, if you like her go ask her out." Said someone next to me. I got scared and quickly turned my head. Oh, it was Benedict Wong. He plays Wong and his name is literally Wong, can't make this shit up.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" I quickly retort, but I realize I have been obvious. "I've seen for 30 minutes how you've been drooling for her. If you don't ask her out now that you have a chance, you might regret it in the future." Wong tells me. When did he get so wise? Actually, he has a point.

"You're right, I'll try to tell her once we finish shooting for today." I tell him. Wong just smiles and pats my shoulder "Then good luck Y/n." It's the last thing Wong tells me before leaving.

I go and sit in my chair that had 'Y/n' printed on it and looked for some nice restaurants on my phone near where we're shooting Multiverse of Madness. After some time they finally call everybody back to shoot again. When I get there I see Lizzie is already in one the machines that will give the effect of like she is floating. I can see she is enjoying herself.

"Alright Y/n, were going to film when the Scarlet Witch has the talk with Doctor Strange once she arrives at Kamar Taj. So please get ready." Sam tells me. I quickly go with crew members to get positioned into one of the machines to also give the 'floating'.

Once Lizzie and I are ready. Sam starts "Lights, camera, and action!" The machine that is holding Lizzie starts moving her towards me. Her face is now holding the evil Wanda deamenor, but she quickly drops it. I quickly realized that she forgot what she was going to say in this scene. This happens to every actor, and actress, even me. Oh boy I was not ready for what was coming next.

"Weeee! I'm coming to get you!" Lizzie screams joyfully at me. Oh my fucking god, if this is a dream, never wake me up please. Elizabeth, you have full consent to get me and never let me go.

"Cut!" Sam screams. I turned to look at every crew menber who was laughing. I just hope they're laughing at Lizzies comment and not the dumb face I probably had after that.

After an hour or so we finish shooting the scene. I will admit it was kind of hard for me to concentrate considering Lizzie was just a few inches away from me in the scene we shot today.

I head to Lizzies trailer after finally gaining up the guts to ask her out. Once I get there I knock the door and she opens it, she was now out of her costume and wearing something more comfterable.

"Hey Y/n, need anything?" Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is you I need. "Yes, can I come in?" She moves out of the way so I can come inside her trailer.

Once inside, I finally start saying "Hey Lizzie I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out with me to this nice restaurant not far from here." She had a serious face the whole time I was speaking but had a wide smile after I stopped.

"Of course! Is this date?" She asks me still smiling. "Y-yes this is a date. Unless you don't want it to be." I say trying to hide my evident nervesness.

Lizzie starts walking towards me. I was expecting a slap but got something totally different. She planted a kiss on my cheek. I opened my eyes; we were both blushing.

"A date it is then." She told me as she headed for the trailers exit. Lizzie stoped at the door and looked at me, "I'll wait for you outside." After that, she walked out.

I have no idea how I landed a date with the beautiful Elizabeth Olsen but I do hope I get more dates with her.

[gingiesworld]

A Mother's Love

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Drugs and Alcohol. Elizabeth is 34. Reader is 15

Requested

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N had spent most of his life being passed around foster homes like a joint at a party since he lost his parents. He was only 5 when they passed away, remembering the day like it was yesterday.

He was sat in his class, colouring in the drawing he made for his mom when the principle walked in. The moment he was told about his parents, it seemed as though the years that came were all a blur.

He stayed with his sister Ava for the better part of a decade, taking every punishment so they never hurt his twin. That was until she was sent to an all girls boarding school, spending the holidays on campus, wishing that she would be reunited with her brother.

But he was thrown into another abusive home, until he had had enough and ran away at the age of 15. Taking only what was sentimental and some money, hoping it would be enough to get by.

That was until he bumped into Lizzie, of course he apologised with his head down before trying to walk away, but Lizzie noticed his clothes remained unwashed.

"Hey, are you ok?" She asked him as she walked beside him.

"Yeah." He muttered as she shook her head.

"You don't look fine kid." She told him. "Come on, let me take you home."

"No!" He shouted as she gave him a curious look. "I can't go home."

"Hey, it's ok." She told him. "Will you let me help you, I have a friend who can help you." He nodded reluctantly as he followed her to set, she allowed him to sit in her trailer as she spoke to her manager.

"How old is he?" Marla questioned.

"He only looks about 14, 15 maybe." She answered her. "He looks homeless, and like he uses. I just want to help him."

"Maybe take him home with you, Robbie is there so you will be safe, just in case." Marla reasoned as Lizzie nodded. Deciding to call it a day and head home.

She shown him the guest room shower and gave him some of Robbie's clothes and a towel. Leaving him be as she took his dirty clothes to the washing machine.

"Are you sure about this?" Robbie asked her as she just nodded.

"He needs someone to take care of him Robbie." She told him.

"This isn't because of the issues you're having is it?" He asked her as she shook her head no.

"It looks like he hasn't had a stable home in years." She told him. "I just want him to have somewhere safe."

That was the start of Lizzie's fight to help the troubled teen. Getting him to go to school was a struggle as he skipped the days before she would take him herself.

He still remained closed off as she tried to earn his trust. She found him turning to drugs more and stealing alcohol from her cupboard.

"Y/N, you need help." She started as she entered the living room, seeing Y/N sat smoking on her sofa. He just scoffed before disappearing to his room.

Lizzie followed the sound of a door slamming, after returning home to Y/N smoking a blunt in her living room.

"I am not done here!" She yelled through the closed door. "Just let me in?"

"No!" He yelled. "Just so you can use the belt on me!! Or maybe burn my skin with a cigarette."

"No!" Lizzie yelled back. "I wouldn't do that!"

"That's what they said." He opened the door. "Just to get me to open up and then they would hurt me, scar my skin."

"I would never." She whispered sadly. "I just want you to talk to me. Let me in because I know it might not seem like it but I love you kid." He just hugged her as he cried into her chest, holding onto her for dear life.

"I love you too mom." He sobbed as she kissed the top of his head, holding him for however long he needed. "Will you help me?" He asked shakily as Lizzie just nodded.

"We will get you all the help you need." Robbie spoke from the top of the stairs. Both Lizzie and Y/N looked at him as he held a file. "I also had a friend of mine track down your sister."

"Ava?" He questioned as Robbie nodded.

"She is at an all girls private school, has been since you two were separated." He told him. "But we can get her back if that is what you want?"

"That's all I've ever wanted." He whispered as Robbie smiled.

"And we would like to adopt you and Ava." Lizzie told him. "I know you have only been here a few months but we want to give you a safe home."

"Yeah." He nodded as she hugged him once more, Robbie soon joined the two.

As the weeks went on, Y/N had started therapy, getting help with the drug and alcohol abuse and also talking about his past, making sense of his emotions. All the while, Robbie and Lizzie were also working on getting Ava out of school and reuniting her with Y/N. The adoption process started the moment they ordered the forms, especially since both teens were already in the system.

So when Robbie waited for Y/N to finish his session, Lizzie had already helped Ava settle in to her new home. Smiles and tears on her face as she had finally felt safe for the first time in her life.

"How was therapy?" Lizzie asked casually as the two entered the house.

"It was something." Y/N answered her before his eyes fell on Ava. "Sis?" He asked as she nodded. Both cried as they hugged for the first time in years. "I missed you so much." He kissed her held as he held her in his arms.

"I missed you." She answered as both Robbie and Lizzie smiled at the two of them.

"How about some pizza and a movie?" Lizzie asked the two teens who only nodded. Robbie ordered the food as they all struggled to settle on a movie. Soon settling on The Amazing Spiderman. Robbie wrapped his arm around his wife as they watched the twins sit side by side, watching silently as they ate their pizza. Loving being in each other's company after years of separation.

[gingiesworld]

Best Friends Forever

Anon: Hello can I request Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader?

Where Y/n and Lizzie already divorced for couple years, They stay civil for they daughter (Who around six – ten years old). But when Y/n start dating again Lizzie somehow don’t like Y/n partner even though she already engaged to other man. She keep trying to convince their daughter to telling her that Y/n partner is bad which Y/n daughter end up telling Y/n about Lizzie behaviour. Y/n of course decided to defend his partner from Lizzie but it lead to big argument. I leave to you what happened after the big argument either they make up or that argument just put big wall between them.

Elizabeth Olsen X Male Reader

Warnings : Angst

18+ MINORS DNI

Everyone who knew both Y/N and Elizabeth, knew of their marriage. It seemed like it was a happy marriage from the outside but there was a lot of resentment. Lizzie wasn’t entirely happy about being a teen mother although she was still able to finish college and pursue her dream of becoming an actress.

Even as they divorced, Y/N had also managed to open up his own restaurant, especially since it was always a dream of his. He thought it was always going to be just himself and their daughter, Lila. That was until he met Jennifer, she was also a divorcee with children. Although she was slightly older than Y/N, he always reassured her that he didn’t care.

Although Lizzie had also moved on and was engaged to Robbie Arnett, she had a distaste for Y/N’s relationship with Jennifer. She was always toxic towards her, giving snide comments even when she saw how good she was with Lila.

“Why did you leave her with Jennifer?” Lizzie questioned as Y/N had dropped Lila off.

“I had an emergency at the restaurant.” He told her honestly. “It’s just like you leaving her with Robbie when you have a long day on set.”

“No it isn’t.” Lizzie exclaimed as Y/N followed her through to the kitchen. “Robbie and I are engaged. You and her are just fooling around.”

“No we are not Elizabeth.” Y/N seethed as he glared at the woman he once loved. “We are in a steady relationship. She is amazing with Lila and so are her kids.”

“She is too old for you.” She told him as he just laughed at her.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better I would say that you are jealous.” He laughed as she just took a deep breath.

“Just don’t do it again.” She told him before he left. Heading straight to his restaurant, wondering were the woman he had once fell in love with had disappeared.

“Why do you hate Jenni?” Lila asked Lizzie as she just sighed.

“I don’t know.” Lizzie whispered. “I guess I used to think that he and I would be in it for life.”

“But you’re marrying Robbie and Dad wants to marry Jenni.” Lila told her as Lizzie’s heart dropped.

“What?” She questioned as Lila nodded.

“He’s picked out a ring and everything.” She told her mom. Every one of Lizzie’s dream of her and Y/N being grey and old side by side, all turned to dust.

Over time, Lizzie tried to turn Lila against Jenni, wanting to somehow push her away from Y/N.

“Lizzie, this is getting ridiculous.” Robbie told her in a tired tone.

“What?” She questioned him as he shook his head at her.

“I know you’re trying to push Jenni away so she leaves Y/N.” He told her. “And it is extremely childish.”

“He was never meant to move on.” Lizzie blurted out. “He said he loved me. There was no one like me.”

“You are engaged to me for crying out loud Elizabeth!” He yelled at her as there was a loud knocking on the door. Lizzie sighed as she went to open the door, only to be met by an angry Y/N.

“You have some fucking nerve Elizabeth.” He seethed as Robbie soon moved Lizzie to let him in.

“What happened?” Robbie asked as the three of them entered the living room.

“You have tried to turn Lila against Jenni.” Y/N seethed as Lizzie scoffed.

“Where is Lila?” She asked as Y/N just laughed.

“She is with Jenni.” Y/N told her. “Apologising for what you made her do.”

“I didn’t make her do anything.” Lizzie yelled as Y/N glared at her.

“What do you want from me Elizabeth? Do you want me to be lonely for the rest of my life?” He sighed as Lizzie watched his expression change to one of pain and exhaustion. “We are divorced, I am allowed to find happiness with another.”

“We were meant to be forever.” Lizzie told him as Robbie’s own heart broke.

“You have a fiancé, he is a great guy for both you and Lila. I plan on asking Jenni to marry me because I am in love with her.” Y/N told her. “I didn’t think I would be happy after you but I am. Jenni makes me extremely happy. She is amazing with Lila as is Robbie. Please just stop with this nonsense because I am over this.” Y/N moved to leave. “You have a lot of apologising to do Elizabeth, starting with Robbie, Lila and Jenni.” With that he left the couple alone.

“Robbie.” Lizzie started as he just shook his head at her.

“I think we need a break Liz.” He told her. “I want to be with you, so much but I don’t think you want to be with me.”

“I do.” Lizzie pleaded as he shook his head no.

“If you were certain, you wouldn’t have meddled in your ex husband’s current relationship.” He told her. “I am going to stay with Graham for a week or two and then we can evaluate were we are.” She could only watch as he left to pack a bag.

Over the upcoming weeks, Lizzie found herself missing Robbie and Y/N. Even though the two divorced and raised Lila together in different homes, he was always there for Lizzie too, but since he started a relationship with Jenni she was afraid she was losing him. But she never truly saw how happy she made him, how happy Lila was too, she had step sisters.

“Congratulations.” Lizzie told the two with a genuine smile. “And I am deeply sorry for how I have acted in the past.”

“That’s ok.” Jenni waved her off as she gave her a hug. “I know you worry about him but I love him. He is my savior.”

“He is that.” Lizzie smiled as she watched both Robbie and Y/N talk as they cooked together. A big family coming together. Lizzie and Y/N might not be meant to reach the end of the line together, but they are always meant to be best friends forever.

[gingiesworld]

Hi! Same one here that requested the last fic you wrote about the Olsen twins being bullies towards yn.

I was thinking if you could make a second part? Maybe yn met the twins again, being Lizzie's boyfriend and they at first didn't recognize him but when lizzie told them his boyfriend's name they apologize because after everything that happened they felt bad about it.

Xxx

Part 2 for Why Do You Hate Me

Second Chances

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Warnings: None. Just a short one of Lizzie introducing her boyfriend to the twins ;)

18+ MINORS DNI

After both Y/N and Lizzie had confessed their feelings to one another, the two had been going strong for a few months. He had already met her mother who loved him. Now as they were in New York for an interview, the twins had invited Lizzie and her boyfriend for dinner.

"Are you ok?" Lizzie asked him as they entered the elevator.

"Are you getting this sense of impending doom or just me?" He asked her making her smile.

"It will be fine." She told him.

"I know they hated me when we were kids." He told her.

"You were their rival. They were simply threatened by you and your talent." Lizzie tried to calm him down.

"I appreciate what you're doing but it isn't working darling." He told her as they stood outside the door.

"It was worth a shot." She kissed him softly before she led him inside. The sound of her sisters talking reached their ears.

"Lizard!" The two beamed as they saw Lizzie enter the living room. Hugging her close before they turned to Y/N.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N, my boyfriend." Lizzie smiled as both of the twins faces dropped. "I take it you remember him." Lizzie smirked as she watched her older sisters squirm before she turned to Y/N. "I knew this would be fun." He just chuckled as he shook his head at her antics.

"It's been." MK started as Ashley nodded with her.

"Years." Y/N stated as the two nodded.

"Can we just say how sorry we are." Ashley said as Y/N listened to them speak. "We were stupid little girls back then and selfish, and we're sorry for making you feel like."

"Shit." MK finished. "We made him feel like shit."

"We did." Ashley nodded. "So can you forgive us?"

"Well, I am extremely fond of your sister." He spoke as he looked at Lizzie with a smile. "And I don't have it in me to hold a grudge anymore. We're not kids anymore so I would be happy to be friends with you guys."

"We would love that." MK smiled as Ashley nodded. The two gestured for them to take a seat in the living room. Sharing conversation on how Y/N and Lizzie met.

"I told you it would be fine." Lizzie told Y/N as he drove.

"You were right darling." He smiled at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road, getting stuck in traffic. "Remind me to never rent a car whenever we stay in New York." He told her sternly. Lizzie just giggled before kissing his cheek.

[gingiesworld]

Hello can I request Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader?

Where Y/n and Lizzie already divorced for couple years, They stay civil for they daughter (Who around six - ten years old).

But when Y/n start dating again Lizzie somehow don't like Y/n partner even though she already engaged to other man.

She keep trying to convince their daughter to telling her that Y/n partner is bad which Y/n daughter end up telling Y/n about Lizzie behaviour.

Y/n of course decided to defend his partner from Lizzie but it lead to big argument.

I leave to you what happened after the big argument either they make up or that argument just put big wall between them.

Hey, this one will be posted on the 14th buddy. It will be called Best Friends Forever. Hopefully it will live up to your expectations. :)

[lifespectator]

My Muse

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Summary: A photographer searching for his muse finally finds it in the form of a green-eyed woman.

A/N: Thanks to my friend @ImaginationEuphoria on Wattpad for giving me this idea. I was thinking that I could make a part 2 for this. Would you guys like a second part?

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Ever since Y/n got his first camera when he was thirteen, he knew he wanted to capture photographs of the most beautiful things with it. His first camera was nothing compared to the one he owns now, but it was perfect. That camera gave him a mission: photographing the thing that amuses him the most. He was yet to find it.

After finishing college with a Bachelor of Fine arts, he traveled the world in looks of completing his life mission. He financed his travels by working for a fashion magazine, you know, photographing models. And also being a freelance photographer.

Now, he was in a history museum. Ironically, one that was located in the city he lives in. Yes, he has been to different countries and seen many amazing things, but those did not amuse him.

He was walking and viewing some of the historical artifacts displayed. With his camera in hands but also not trying to make it evident. Y/n did not have knowledge of the museum policies with cameras.

He looked at a helmet, most likely from a soldier from a long time ago. He didn't want to learn the history of it because, frankly, it did not amuse him. It looked cool, but he was looking for something else.

He kept walking, looking at more artifacts. 'Maybe coming here was an error.' Y/n thought. He had not found anything of his interest.

He began heading for the exit, thinking that this was another failure. He was far from right.

He saw two women viewing a small sculpture. He had to admit both women were good-looking and around the same height. He was captivated by the one with the brownish-blonde hair. He was mesmerized by those alluring green eyes of hers. Y/n lifted his camera and made sure the flash was off. He was well aware that it's weird on so many levels to take pictures of people without their permission, but this was different. "Snap." the noise of the camera taking the shot was heard. Y/n looked at the picture he had taken. It was simply outstanding. Had he finally found his muse?

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"This one looks weird." Aubrey told Elizabeth as both of them chuckled. "Would you want to have this in your living room?" Elizabeth asked Aubrey, who made a face with fake disgust. "I'd have that in my living room if I wanted to scare people away." Aubrey said as both women laughed.

Both women continued walking, looking at other sculptures. Some looked great, and others looked weird. Many things look weird at first sight but have a strong message behind them.

"Lizzie, can you wait for me? I have to go to the restroom." Aubrey excused herself. "Oh, yeah, sure." Elizabeth responded. Aubrey made her way to the restroom as Elizabeth pulled out her phone to not feel the waiting time eternal.

On the other hand, Y/n had gathered the courage to talk to Elizabeth. As he made his way to her, Elizabeth noticed him and his camera from the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes, thinking Y/n was a paparazzi.

"Take the picture fast, and please leave me alone." Elizabeth said, annoyed once Y/n reached her. "Uh, sorry?" Y/n was surprised by her semi-rude tone. He felt a sting in his heart. He has met rude people in the past but did not expect the green-eyed woman to be one.

Elizabeth looked up from her phone. "You're not here to take pictures?" Elizabeth asked. "I kind of am." Y/n said, feeling relieved that her tone had changed. "I took this picture of you and wanted to show it to you." Y/n said as he lifted the camera and showed her the picture he had taken of her moments before.

Elizabeth was surprised and in awe. The picture that had her in it was taken very nicely. She offered a beaming smile. "It look's amazing. Why did you take it?" She asked. "I enjoy taking pictures and felt that you fit just right." Y/n said. It wasn't the whole truth, just a (short) version of it.

"Well, it came out very good." Elizabeth said, handing back the camera to him. "Thanks, but I go to give you credit." Y/n said as he received the camera back. "Your looks brighten the whole picture." Y/n looked down in embarrassment after he realized what had come out of his mouth. Elizabeth also looked down; she was blushing.

"Thanks. What is your name, by the way?" Elizabeth questioned, trying to move on from what just happened. "I'm Y/n, and you?" Y/n answered, surprising Elizabeth once again. "You don't know who I am?" Elizabeth asked. It did not bother her that Y/n had no idea who she was. It made her feel normal. Being famous is lovely but can be (very) stressful at times.

"No, sorry. I really don't keep up with media these days." Y/n truthfully responded. "I'm Elizabeth, but like all my friends, you can call me Lizzie." She offered her hand, which Y/n gladly shook. Y/n felt her soft hand but tried not to think much about it. "What brings you here?" Y/n asked. "A friend invited me to come with her. I would ask you, but I get an idea." Elizabeth answered.

They both kept looking at each other, not knowing what to say. Despite the silence, they both felt comfortable with each other's presence. It was Y/n who decided to break the silence.

"Sorry if it sounds weird, but can I have your uh number?" Y/n asked shyly. Elizabeth smiled; she was hoping that Y/n would ask that question. "Sure." Elizabeth blissfully said. Lizzie took Y/n's phone and typed her number.

"Am I interrupting something?" Aubrey said in a suggestive tone. "Glad to see you making friends without my help." Aubrey Told Elizabeth. Both Y/n and Aubrey laughed as Lizzie playfully smacked her. "I hate you." Elizabeth said in a fake mad tone.

"Y/n, this is my friend Aubrey." Elizabeth presented. They both greeted each other. "Aubrey and I are going for breakfast. Want to join?"Elizabeth asked Y/n. He wanted to say yes, but he knew it was too soon. "I'd love to, but I got a photo session appointment soon." Lizzie looked defeated. "But do you think we can go out another time?" Y/n asked. "Yes! Just let me know with time." Elizabeth informed Y/n. Before leaving, she went up to Y/n and planted a kiss on his cheek. She just smiled and walked away with Aubrey.

"You need to go out with him." Aubrey told Elizabeth. "I will, and I hope I can soon." Elizabeth responded with a confident tone. As to Y/n, he was now sure he had found his muse. He wanted to know more about her.

[lifespectator]

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