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infictionalwonderland · 9 months

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Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰

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ellastone-olsen · 4 months

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Beggin’ on her knees to be popular - Elizabeth Olsen

★Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x f!reader

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

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

★Word count: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rxmqnova · 1 month

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Where Lizzie keeps using Yn's clothes like sweaters, jackets, hoodies...

They are together but keep it private so people or fans didn't know about them. Yn's and Lizzie's fandoms theorized separately about who can be their partners until someone discovered that they matched a few items of clothing and they were searching for more.

They saw that sometimes Lizzie's clothes were bigger. So they started to post photos of Yn and Lizzie wearing the same thing, and Yn saw it and show Lizzie the post so they had an idea, because Yn was the extovert one in the relationship and made a tshirt about a photo of Lizzie and saying something like "yes, i'm dating lizard" or "i'm dating this idiot" or whatever you wanna write hahaha but she didn't say anything to Lizzie so It was a surprise for her when Yn showed her the paparazzi photos and they burst out laughing

Clothes stealer

NO ONE'S POV "Babe? Have you seen my hoodie?" Y/N calls from her and Lizzie's shared bedroom, looking into her closet for what feels like a hundred time.

"Which one?" Lizzie calls back from the bathroom where she's getting ready for the day.

"My favorite, the dark blue one"

Lizzie can't help but smile as she's currently wearing that hoodie. The two practically share all of their clothes. Lizzie absolutely loves stealing her girlfriend's clothes and Y/N doesn't mind at all, she loves seeing her girlfriend in her clothes.

"Nope, haven't seen it" Lizzie lies, not noticing her girlfriend standing at the doorframe and watching her with an amused smile.

"Is that so?" Y/N teases, walking over to Lizzie and wrapping her arms around her from behind. "So you're not wearing it at the moment by any chance?"

"Hm-hm, I definitely do not" Lizzie smiles, turning around in Y/N's arms and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's neck.

"Mhm. I see" Y/N chuckles, pecking her girlfriend's lips with a sweet kiss. "You know… I found a very interesting article. You haven't told me you're dating Aubrey Plaza"

"What?" Lizzie tilts her head in confusion, making Y/N let out a chuckle.

"I'm just messing with you, but that article really exists. Your fans are trying to find out who's the one you're dating and last week it was Aubrey" Y/N explains.

"Oh, I guess paparazzi took some pictures of us when we went out for lunch last week"

"Mhm. That was last week though, this week you're dating someone else" Y/N teases. "People noticed what a clothes stealer you are, look" She chuckles, showing her girlfriend all those instagram posts where the fans are comparing hers and Lizzie's clothes.

"Oh my god. They see every detail" Lizzie chuckles, looking through all the pictures. "Looks like our little secret isn't so secret anymore" She smiles, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck and looking deeply into her eyes.

In that moment Y/N gets a brilliant idea…

———

Y/N has everything prepared by now, so now it's time to make her plan come to life. Her idea is basically going out and wearing a shirt with a picture of her girlfriend and words 'Yes, lizard is my girlfriend'.

Y/N's absolutely thrilled about that idea and she can't wait to see Lizzie's reaction. She's more of an extrovert in the relationship and she loves teasing her fans, so this is just the perfect thing to do.

So when she gets ready to go out, obviously with the shirt on, she leaves the house. Lizzie's out filming and won't be back before the evening, so it's the best time to do it now.

Y/N makes her way to the store, at least she gets to buy some groceries to make dinner for her and Lizzie when she gets home.

And then it happens. Just when she walks out of the store with a bag full of groceries, she spots a few people with cameras.

She makes sure to hold the bag far from the shirt, so the print of the shirt could be seen. It takes a few minutes until she gets to her car, ready to drive back home as she's sure the pictures were taken.

And they were, appearing on Instagram only an hour later. Y/N smiles when she scrolls through all the pictures, satisfied with it and excited to show her girlfriend.

———

By the time Lizzie arrives home the dinner is ready to be served. She walks into the kitchen, a smile appearing on her face when she spots Y/N preparing the table for dinner.

"Hello there, beautiful" Lizzie says on which Y/N immediately lifts her eyes and locks them with her girlfriend's, smile forming on her face.

"Well, hello, gorgeous" Y/N says back, walking over to Lizzie and properly greeting her with a kiss.

The dinner goes as usual and the pair talks about each other's days. And just when both are done eating, the time comes and Y/N decides to show her girlfriend the pictures.

"We've talked about going public eventually, right?" Y/N starts, looking into Lizzie's eyes, and receives a nod and a smile. "Well, you know, I thought… why not do it in a cool way? So I just went to the store… like this" And that's when she turns her phone around to Lizzie who truly can't contain her laughter.

"You're such an idiot sometimes" Lizzie chuckles out, taking Y/N's phone and looking more into the pictures.

"I think it was way better than doing it the boring way like everyone else" Y/N says, playing offended and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, but this one's brilliant" Lizzie shows the picture she only just found to Y/N, both of them bursting into laughter at how funny the picture actually looks. "Oh my god, look at your face in this one!"

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Just A Crumb

Pairing: elizabeth olsen x reader

Tags: lizzie in the garden, just fluff

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A/N: Just a little fluff piece I had on my mind, decided to share it with y'all! ��❤️

You laugh to yourself as you stare at the small screen of your phone, a small shake of your head.

You spin around in the chair you sat in just outside the house, on the patio. It was a beautiful day, your skin was soaking up the sun all morning. Your eyes search in the garden for a particular woman, a smile on your lips as you spot her brown hair.

As you pull up the camera and zoom in, you call out to her, "Lizzie, you doing okay, sweetie?"

Her head shoots up as she hears her name, and you snap a quick picture. When green eyes spot yours from behind the plants, a wide grin takes over her face. Lizzie waves to you and gives you a thumbs up, bangs moving as she nods her head.

Your thumbs move swiftly across the screen as you open the blue app. In a fit of giggles, you attach a picture of your wife, who was literally in her garden at the time, while you sat there posting to strangers online, and hit the post button.

The replies and likes poured in, and you couldn't help but laugh and even blush at some of the comments. You enjoyed moments like these online, the ones where you could be playful, and everyone would be grateful and loving. You knew how much Lizzie meant to them, knew when you said "I Do" that you would be sharing her with the world.

Lizzie told you all the time, "You don't have to share me, Y/N.. you have all of me. They only see one side," with a smile on her face and a reassuring kiss on your lips.

Still, it felt only fair to share your wife with her fans since she was never online. You understood her reasoning, knew it was for the better. That's why you didn't mind sprinkling a few crumbs for the others who loved her.

"What are you giggling about over here?" A sweet voice asks from behind you, hands rubbing your shoulders. You smile and put down your phone, shrugging.

"Oh, nothing.." You speak with a mischievous grin. She knows you all too well to know it was nothing. Lizzie walks around the chair and sits in your lap, hand twirling in your hair.

"You're not a very good liar, you know that?" She chimes, making you laugh. Your hands wrap around her, and you hug her tightly.

"How can I lie to such a beautiful face?"

Lizzie blushes and hits your shoulder playfully. You take out your phone and hand it to her, showing her the tweets. The blush stays on her face as she reads through the replies, a smile on her face as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

"So while I'm busy tending to our garden you've been... posting pictures of me?" She raises an eyebrow at you, a serious expression on her face.

"Um... yes?" You raise an eyebrow back, watching as her seriousness fades away, a smile sliding onto her lips. Her soft hands move to your jaw, holding your face.

"You're absolutely ridiculous," she scrunches her nose, and you fall in love all over again. You lean forward to kiss the tip of her nose gently.

"You absolutely love me," you chuckle.

"I absolutely do," she giggles back and presses her lips to yours. "Now, are you going to come get your hands dirty and help me or not?" Lizzie laughs, and it's music to your ears.

She moves to stand from your lap, pulling you up with her. As she turns towards the garden, you grab her and pull her closer to you again, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

"I definitely want to get my hands dirty, but not in the garden..." You whisper as you lean forward, placing a painfully slow kiss under her jaw, letting it linger long enough for her to hum in response. "Unless you're into that?" You joke, a smirk against her skin.

You hear the sweet symphony of her laugh again as she wraps her arms around your neck. "I'm going to ignore that and let you take me to the bedroom instead," she purrs in your ear, a shiver down your spine as she bites softly on your earlobe.

You waste no time in lifting up your wife in your embrace, grinning widely at the happy sounds of suprise she makes as you do.

"You love me," you grin at her.

Lizzie takes a moment to stare at your crooked smile and sighs happily, "More than you will ever know, darling."

"How about more than the garden?" You ask playfully as you carry her inside.

"Hmmm," she plays, pretending to think. "I guess we'll see how well you get those hands dirty."

It's your turn to laugh, and she takes the opportunity to kiss your neck as you throw your head back. Her heart was full as she listened to your laugh, knowing her words were all play. Lizzie truly believed you would never know how much she loved you, but she would spend the rest of her life proving it to you.

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alotofpockets · 10 months

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Private not secret | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: You and Lizzie are both part of the MCU and attend a panel together, what happens when an interviewer tries to press Lizzie to talk about the ring she's wearing when you're keeping your relationship private from the public? A/n: This interview gave me inspiration for the ring part.

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From the moment you first laid eyes on Elizabeth Olsen at the table read for Captain America: The Winter Soldier you knew she was going to be someone special in your life. As you expected the two of you grew close quickly and eventually started dating. It’s been ten years since that table read and she has become the most important person in your life. With both of your celebrity statuses, the conversation of privacy had come up pretty quickly. You had each voiced not wanting to have your relationship to be public, your relationship wasn’t a secret, you just preferred it to be private.

As you were checking out the outfit you picked out for Marvel Con in the mirror, Lizzie walked up behind you. She snaked her hands around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder. She admired you in the mirror, “You look so beautiful, baby.” You smile at her compliment, she always knew how to boost your confidence. “Thank you, darling, you look amazing yourself.” Lizzie held one of her hands out in front of her, “I don’t want to take it off, how would you feel if I kept it on?” You lace your fingers with hers and kiss the ring on her finger. You admired the ring you had picked out for her many months ago, the ring you had chosen to ask her to marry you with last week. “Yeah, I’m good with you keeping it on. Are you ready to go?”

The convention was so much fun, you met back up with so many friends and coworkers. It was rare that you were all together besides filming, as there were so many of you. You also got to meet a lot of fans, take pictures, hear their stories, and admire the art they made. You were on a few panels, most were without Lizzie, while Lizzie had her own panels, like the WandaVison panel with Paul Bettany. To close off the convention there was one last big panel for CA:TWS, there was one big couch and an armchair, for the six of you. The interviewer welcomed everyone to the stage, “Welcome everybody to the last panel of the day, give it up for Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Elizabeth Olsen and Y/n Y/l/n!” The crowd cheered and the first four sat down on the couch, making it full. You and Lizzie look at the armchair which isn’t exactly big enough for two people and laugh, you tell Lizzie to take it and sit down on the armrest yourself. The interviewer offered up her chair, but you assured her that it was all good.

“Thank you all so much for joining us, the ten year anniversary of Captain America: The Winter Soldier is coming up, Chris, how does that feel?” Chris takes one of the mics, “It’s so crazy to think that ten years ago we started filming the first movie of the MCU. I’m so thankful for being able to play this character and how much we’ve got to expand this universe to the big screen and introduce all these new heroes. Yeah, it’s been great.” The interviewer says it’s time for a question from the audience, you turn to face the person standing at the mics and all say hello. “Hi, I’m Ryan, and I have a question for y/n, what is your favorite memory from filming the movie?” Lizzie hands you the mic she was holding, you smile at her and thank her. “Oh, that’s a good question! I have so many good memories from that movie.” Your eyes move over to Lizzie for a moment only to see that she was already looking at you, you smile and focus back on the crowd. “I think I’m gonna have to go with the fight scene where we’re running through an office. So, papers had to be flying off of desks and the amount of times they had to be picked up to be able to shoot the scene again was just so funny.”

Another fan comes up to the stand, “Hello, my name is Ellie, and my question is for Elizabeth. You’ve spoken a bit about your anxiety and I was just wondering how you manage to keep that under control with big crowds like this.” You hand the mic back to Lizzie, “First off I want to emphasize how important it is for me to talk about subjects like these, so thank you very much for your question, Ellie. “Secondly, for me, having people around me that make me feel safe is very important.” Lizzie places a hand on your knee. “For instance, I know that if I were to start feeling overwhelmed, y/n would notice and help me stay grounded.”

The interviewer continues after all the fan questions are answered. “So, Elizabeth, I noticed a pretty ring on your finger.” Lizzie looks down at her hand, “Yeah, it’s beautiful right. it’s a cocktail ring, my fancy ring.” The interviewer presses on, “Is it a cocktail ring though?” You want to step in and tell the interviewer she should stop pressuring Lizzie, but before you can speak up Scarlett does. “Before we have to go, I’d like to ask you all a question. I would love it if we could take a big group picture, would you be up for that?” The crowd cheers. You all kneel down at the edge of the stage so that everyone fits in the picture. “Thank you.” You whisper to Scarlett as you move back to your seats.

Once the panel is over you head to your backstage room with Lizzie. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to the lady.” Lizzie grabs your hand in hers, “You’re all good. That would probably have been more suspicious than how Scar handled it. Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. “You’re right.” You share a sweet kiss before heading over to your friends.

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Biggest Fans (E.O)

Fem!Writer!Reader x Elizabeth Olsen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Haha! I knew you like her!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Liz:

“Have you eaten lunch yet, sweetie?

Y/n:

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

Liz:

"Are you going to cook something?"

Y/n:

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

Liz:

"Okay, talk soon. 😘"

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

______

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

Y/n:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then another message popped up.

Y/n:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lizzie:

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

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

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

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

Lizzie:

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that, Lizzie walks away to find you.

_____

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

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

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

Lizzie:

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

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

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

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

You quickly reply.

Y/n:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_____

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I join you?” she asks softly.

“Yes, of course. Please have a seat.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheerio!

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lesbianpizza · 9 months

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LizzieCon

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Female Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, marking, semi public, spit kink, cum strap, fingering, blowjob(R giving), choking, face slapping, spanking(once), brief nipple play, degradation, praise, breeding, allusion to pregnancy kink, pet names (kitten, sweetheart), let me know if I missed any

Word Count: 5075

Summary: You let your jealousy and possessiveness get the best of you at a convention but what happens when your girlfriend has other plans?

A/n: Lol I’ve been talking about uploading something for a long ass time but I’m finally doing it! This is my first time posting something I write so please be nice if it isn’t that good. This story was born when me and @olsenmyolsen saw Lizzie wearing those pants at Comic Con and basically lost our minds😅. They encouraged me to write and actually publish this so here I am!

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You weren’t sure why it happened. You were used to sharing your girlfriend with the world to a certain extent. She was a celebrity after all, so a certain amount of sharing was to be expected. But for some reason it really got to you today. You knew Lizzie would be busy all day at this convention but what you didn't anticipate was the flood of jealousy you would experience seeing her meet so many fans. Not just the way they hugged her and gushed over how much they loved her, but also the way she giggled and hugged them BACK. It was irrational and you knew that, but it didn’t stop that feeling of jealousy to slowly grow as the hours ticked by.

By now it was the second day and Lizzie was still in high spirits, meeting every single fan with a huge smile. You however were less than pleased. You had barely gotten to spend any time with your girlfriend aside from a few measly hours eating and getting ready for bed while strangers hogged all her time and energy. You still tried your best to be supportive and put on a smile because you knew how much she’s come to love events like these over the years and deep down you’d hate for that to change. But you’re no actor and have never been the best at hiding your true emotions, at least not from Lizzie.

She had noticed since yesterday how your mood got progressively worse throughout the day and could see you glaring daggers at every person who went to hug her. She would have said something if she didn’t find it extremely entertaining. And today she had a little plan to put you in your rightful place.

Lizzie was almost done with the first meet and greet of the day and you had just about had enough. It was right around the moment someone asked to take a picture of them proposing to her when you started to see red. If looks could kill, that person would have been obliterated from every timeline in the multiverse. From then on logic played no part in your actions.

The second Lizzie finished up with the last person you barely gave her a moment's notice before you marched up to her, grabbing her hand as you said “Come with me” with smoke practically coming out of your ears. You dragged her to an empty hallway in the back of the convention center to claim what was rightfully yours. You couldn’t see it but Lizzie had a devious smirk plastered on her face because she knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait for her plan to unfold.

As soon as the double doors leading to the hallway closed, you looked around to make sure you were truly alone.

Once you were certain no one else was there, you pushed her up against a wall and whispered a singular word with as much authority as you could muster before your lips met in a bruising kiss, “Mine”.

It was desperate and needy despite the fact that you were trying to show dominance in that moment. You grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head as you pulled away from the kiss.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day and I need attention” you said with a little pout, still doing your best to be dominant with her for once.

She looked back at you with an innocent smile. “Aw, is my baby not getting enough attention?” She was aware there was still a small gap between the two of you that had yet to be closed so you truly had no idea what was in store for you.

She leaned her head forward and stopped millimeters from your face. Your heart rate elevated as your breaths now mingled as one.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted my attention that badly, all you had to do was ask” she whispered with a growing smirk. Seeing her expression made you falter, which Lizzie took advantage of. She twisted you around and slammed you face first into the wall holding your hands behind you as if you weighed nothing. It was quick and unforgiving to the point where she knocked the wind out of you a little bit with the sheer force. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t stoke the growing fire within you.

She leaned in until she was pressing you against the wall with her whole body and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was because she got dressed in the bathroom today instead of the room like usual. Maybe it was because she chose to wear baggier pants today and you were a little busy glaring at every human being that came in contact with your girlfriend but now it was undeniable. She was packing. You tried your best to suppress a whimper at the feeling, failing to push your ass further into her strap. She leaned in so that her lips were just barely brushing against your right ear.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a bad girl today y/n. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little attitude problem since yesterday. It was cute at first, but now Daddy has to remind you who the fuck is in charge here.” Her grip on your hands tightened significantly with that last sentence as if to further emphasize her point.

“Now, you have two options. You can either apologize and put that pretty mouth to good use, or I can walk away right now and leave y-“

“No please! I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t leave me here!” You whined.

The smack to your ass was swift, delivering an exhilarating sting just painful enough to make you realize your mistake.

“Interrupt me again and that’s exactly what will happen brat” Her tone was harsh which told you she meant every word.

“I’m sorry Daddy it won’t happen again I promise! I’ll do anything you want just please I need you!”

“Anything baby? Can’t say I hate the sound of that” She let go of your hands and spun you in place so that your back was now against the wall and took a step back.

“On your knees slut” She used both hands to push you to the ground until you landed on your knees with a thud. You’d definitely be feeling that later but that didn’t matter now. She unbuttoned her pants in one swift movement and reached down. You could barely contain yourself as she pulled out her cock and you saw which one it was. It had been a while since she used this one and never in a public setting. Sure you’d fooled around in a changing room or two before but never with a strap, much less this one. She looked down at you with a predatory gaze that made your insides quiver as she reached out to grab your hair in a vice grip tugging you slightly forward.

Your scalp stung but all you could focus on was the 7 inch cock right in front of your face. Her expression softened slightly as she tilted your head up.

“Tap my thigh three times if you need to stop, ok baby?”

“Yes Daddy” you said as you tried to nod despite the hold she had on your hair.

“Good Girl” And just like that any semblance of softness evaporated as her eyes darkened and her expression turned hard again.

“Now be a good little whore and suck”

You barely had time to open your mouth before she thrust forward making you gag instantly. Usually she would ease you into it, allowing your throat to adjust to the intrusion, but not today. She wasn’t going to take it easy on you. Her pace was brutal from the beginning. Thrusting her hips in and out of your mouth watching as your eyes began to tear up. She couldn’t help but take pride in how well you were taking her. She had trained you well. Despite the rough treatment, you were in heaven. You’d happily take anything she was willing to give which is why you just relaxed your throat and let her fuck your mouth relentlessly. Not that you could back away anyway since she still had you pinned against the wall.

The strap was at the perfect angle so it rubbed deliciously against her clit. That combined with the adorable little gagging noises coming from the back of your throat had her feral.

“You better not stop until my cum is coating your entire throat kitten” She practically growled. She thrust harder, making you take her entire length as she held you there coating her cock in saliva all while still having a vice grip on your hair. She did this a few more times and was starting to dig her nails into your scalp from how hard she was gripping you. You wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. The thought alone had you rolling your eyes in the back of your head in pleasure. You hadn’t been on your knees for long but you could feel your wetness growing in your panties the more you sucked.

The feeling of her cock hitting the back of your throat was addicting and knowing you were at her mercy in such a vulnerable position made it that much hotter. She pulled out all at once leaving a thick string of spit connecting your lips to her cock. You coughed and tried to take in a full breath after not being able to breathe properly.

Your face was a beautiful mess. Tears flowing freely down your cheeks, lips slightly swollen from the abuse, and an unmistakable haze in your eyes. Lizzie could only think of one thing. She had to ruin you utterly and completely.

“God you’re such a fucking cock whore, it’s pathetic really” she leaned over and tipped your head up again.

“Open” she commanded. You mindlessly stuck out your tongue and she let a ball of spit land directly on it. You swallowed it without an ounce of hesitation.

“Fuck…never mind come here” she commanded as her pupils dilated more than you thought possible. “I’d much rather fill your pussy up and watch as my cum slowly drips onto your pretty thighs''

She lifted you up by your hair and spun you around so you were once again facing the wall. Your arms were at least able to brace for the impact this time. Meanwhile hers touched every inch of your body in a desperate need to claim you. Her right hand reached down to grope your ass harshly and continued further down into your dress. She used two fingers to swipe over your covered pussy and chuckled.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet. Is there something you want? Need perhaps?” She teased. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you squirmed.

“Daddyyyyy” you pleaded “Pleeeaase I need it”

“What do you need, baby? Use your words” she teased as she pushed your panties to the side. Her finger barely making contact with your needy pussy.

“Fuck me Daddy please! Fuck me ruin me use me please I-“ she interrupts your rambling by pushing two fingers into your wet hole, fucking into you slowly.

“You little slut. You’re going to regret saying that” she said with an evil grin.

“And you’re already more than wet enough to take my cock aren’t you sweetheart?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out but before you had enough time to complain she had her cock lined up, already pushing into you. She bottomed out in one swift motion making you choke on air. Your wetness combined with your saliva still coating her strap ensured that it slid in with no resistance whatsoever.

She started fucking into you slowly at first but lost her patience to lust and picked up the pace grabbing your hair again to pull your head aside and kiss your neck. She sucked your pulse point painfully, soothing the spot briefly with her tongue before attacking again. You let out a wanton moan knowing exactly what she was doing. She was marking her property for the rest of the world to see.

Lizzie put a hand over your mouth silencing you.

“Shut your fucking mouth unless you want someone to see you like this” she said harshly. You clenched hard at the thought and moaned against her hand thinking about the possibility.

“Oh you like that? Fuck you’re an even bigger slut than I thought” She leaned in to lick and bite the shell of your ear as she whispers, “I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? For someone to walk in while I’m fucking your brains out so the whole world can know what a whore you are for me.” You felt her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“You know, I should be eating lunch right now but nooo my little slut of a girlfriend needed me to take care of her because she can’t seem to go a few short hours without me being inside of her” she spat as she quickened her pace.

Her words only served to increase your arousal as you met her thrusts the best you could using your palms as leverage to push back onto her cock, allowing it to go even deeper. It should be embarrassing how turned on you were in this moment and any other time you would be but right now all you could think was how good she felt inside of you. Your orgasm was fast approaching and you knew she would be furious if you tried to cum without permission.

“Daddy…I- Fuck! Ple- I nee-“ you sputtered out. Coherency no longer an option with how deliciously you were being fucked.

“Seriously, you already want to cum? How fucking pathetic” Her pace not faltering for a second. If she kept this up you were going to cum with or without her permission and you did NOT want to find out what would happen if it was without.

Lizzie was getting close too so she quickly pulled out of you and turned you back around to face her. She wasted no time in roughly tugging your panties off and safely tucked them away in her pants pocket. She then grabbed your hips and motioned for you to jump up. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she held you up hovering over her cock just out of reach. Her being more than strong enough to carry the weight of your entire body but taking advantage of the support the wall provided.

“You will cum with me or not at all, do you understand? And look at me when I’m talking to you”

You whined and tried to complain but the slap to your face put a stop to that real quick. It hurt but still made you moan and clench around nothing. Lizzie rolled her eyes and put her left hand around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to make you struggle for every breath. For a second you wondered how the hell she was able to hold you up with just one arm around your waist but that was going to have to be a question for later.

“Let’s try that again shall we? You will cum when I do or you won’t cum for the next week. Do I make myself clear?” She emphasized her last question with a short but harsh squeeze.

“Yes Daddy I understand, I’m sorry” you choked out with the limited oxygen you had, nodding the best you could. She released her hold on your neck and brought her hand down to swipe at your pussy teasingly reveling in how sensitive you already were.

“That’s my good girl. Remember baby you gotta stay quiet for me okay?”

You nodded as you felt her lowering you onto her cock, using one hand to hold you and the other to guide her cock. Once she bottomed out she resumed her rough pace. Fucking you against the wall with all the force she could muster. This new angle allowed her to bury herself even deeper inside of you, making your toes curl.

She used the hand that was previously on her cock to pull your dress down and expose one of your breasts. She leaned down and started greedily sucking your nipple, biting down harshly just to hear you cry out in pain. She continued sucking your breast leaving another cluster of purple bruises for people to see.

It was all too much. You were doing your best to hold back your orgasm but you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Lizzie took a second to look at her watch to see what time it was. If she didn’t finish with you soon, she was going to be late to her next signing.

“Shit” She breathed as she fucked into you impossibly faster and harder. At this point you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep from making any loud noises. As much as the idea of being caught turned you on you knew that the reality would not be nearly as pleasant. She moved it out of the way and replaced it with her lips. Devouring you so all you knew was her. Her taste, her smell, her touch, nothing more. Just as oxygen started becoming an issue she pulled back and without hesitation you begged “Cum inside me Daddy please I need it so bad! Please just fill me up, I can't hold it anymore!”

She looked at you with the most feral gaze you’ve ever seen “You wanna be my little cum slut? Huh? Say it! Say you’re my little cum slut!”

“I’m your li- cum slut Daddy! Fu-“ you could barely push the words out with how cloudy your brain was. Something in Lizzie broke hearing you in such a disheveled state. It stoked her already burning fire into a blazing inferno. You weren’t sure where she found the strength but somehow she managed to start fucking you even harder and faster than she already was. You were a goner.

“If only my cum was real, kitten. I’d make sure you left here pregnant. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll switch it out for the real thing.” You heard the words coming out of her mouth but you didn’t fully grasp their meaning in all your haze.

What you could tell though was that you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm and you hadn’t gotten permission to cum. You wanted to speak up but no words would form. The only sounds that would leave your mouth were breathy gasps and moans as you inched closer and closer to your release. Staying quiet was a thought buried in the past as you both chased your highs. This was it, you were about to fall over the precipice head first into your orgasm and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You closed your eyes, ready for it to wash over you at any moment. The next minute you heard her voice cut through the fog clouding your brain.

“Fuck babygirl I’m so close! Open your eyes for me. I want to see you when you cum” she says practically out of breath. You dig deep and force your eyes open. It felt like your eyelids were weighed down by a ton of bricks but you managed to do it anyway.

When you opened your eyes you were sure you were seeing the face of god. Lizzies face and chest were coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Her cheeks flushed in a soft pink. Her eyes, full of lust and determination. Her mouth slightly agape letting out small quick pants that made her chest rise and fall. You could tell she was extremely close. She looked you straight in the eyes and panted out “Cum with me baby. Now!”

The next thing you knew Lizzie scrunched her face and reached for the pump attached to the strap. She squeezed it as she came, squirting her load deep inside you as she fucked you through her orgasm.

That was all it took for you to spiral into yours as she pressed her lips against you in an attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm shot through you like a bolt of white hot lightning. It was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced. Your ears were ringing, your legs were trembling, and it felt like every particle of your being was humming. You weren’t sure how long this went on for but it felt like an eternity in the best way possible.

You both rode out your orgasms as she continued to fuck her cum into you. You felt so full you were sure it would start to leak out the moment she pulled out of you. Once you had both come down from your highs you stayed there desperately trying to catch your breaths for a moment, your foreheads leaning on each other for support. When you both had regulated your breathing a bit, she lifted you off of her strap enjoying the little whine that escaped your mouth. She set you down on the floor making sure you were leaning against the wall for support as you were still recovering. You could feel the cum start to leak out but before you could go to wipe it away Lizzie grabbed hold of your hand.

“Ah ah, don’t go getting any naughty ideas now. Leave it. You’ll stay like this for the rest of the day as a reminder of how much of a slut you are. If you try to wipe it off or clean it in any way, I will know and you will be punished when we get back to the hotel. Am I clear?” She said, vice grip still on your hand.

“Ok Daddy I’ll leave it. Can I at least have my underwear back so it doesn’t drip down my legs?” You asked weakly, already knowing the answer before she even said a word.

“No. You wanna act like a slut you get treated like one and sluts don’t wear panties do they?” You shook your head no, a small pout forming on your lips. You hoped against hope that your little puppy dog face would make her take pity on you, but you knew it was a lost cause. When Lizzie set her mind to something, she did it and no force on earth could stop her.

Lizzie looked down at her watch again and cursed.

“Shit I’m fucking late!” She exclaimed as she tucked her strap back into the confines of her pants and buttoned them back up.

“Go find something for us to eat and then catch up to me at the signing yeah? We kind of skipped lunch and now I’m starving” she said with a smile. Her face was void of the previous emotions she displayed. The only emotion you could see was pure love. “Rest here for a few minutes if you need to, okay kitten? You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you. But don’t take too long. I need my best girl at my side” She ended her last sentence with a huge grin followed by a series of loving but hasty kisses.

“Ok baby I will. Now go before the people riot!” You say with a giggle. She kissed you one last time before she excused herself and ran out the door.

You stood there for a few minutes collecting yourself. You played back the last 45 minutes in your head in disbelief.

‘Holy shit did that really just happen?’ You thought to yourself. What you two had done was beyond risky and so insanely reckless. It could have gone wrong in about a million different ways, but you didn’t really allow yourself to dwell on that. At the end of the day, it was hot as hell and you would 100% do it again if you had the chance. Yeah the proper thing to say would be that it would never happen again but then again, you’ve never been very proper to begin with.

You fixed your dress the best you could and started walking to the bathroom. Only now feeling Lizzie’s fake cum starting to drip down your thigh.

“Fuck me” you whispered to yourself as you started speed walking to the nearest bathroom to assess the damage, chuckling at the irony of that statement. Thankfully you had access to the staff bathrooms because of Lizzie so you at least knew you wouldn’t accidentally run into any fangirls in there. Luckily for you, it was empty since all the convention staff were busy working the event so you had the whole bathroom to yourself.

You quickly walk up to a mirror and look at your reflection and what you see shocks the living shit out of you. Angry purplish red marks littered the side of your neck and breasts which you only now noticed were actually kind of sore. No amount of makeup in the world would be able to cover those up. Thankfully, the ones on your chest would mostly be covered by your dress and the ones on the side of your neck could be covered by your hair as long as you didn’t really move around too much.

As for the cum that had now dripped more than halfway down your thighs, you had a choice to make. Would you leave it and risk the embarrassment of someone seeing it, or would you wipe it off and deal with whatever consequences Lizzie had in mind?

The choice was actually kind of a no brainer. You had just had the best sex in your life from misbehaving once. Who knows how good it could get if you pissed her off twice in one day. There was only one way to find out. You went into a stall to grab some toilet paper and wiped yourself perfectly clean leaving no trace of the fake cum behind. As you did this you wondered in passing if Lizzie was serious about one day switching the fake cum out for the real thing. You made a mental note to ask her about it in the next few days just to check if that was a heat of the moment thing or if she was actually serious. Either way, you wouldn’t be mad about it.

You also noticed the faint bruises that were forming on your knees from landing on them so hard. You were sure they’d be even worse by tomorrow but hey that’s what pants were for.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time to make sure you looked as presentable as you possibly could before heading out to the convention area to buy some food for the two of you. You ended up getting pizza for yourself and some weird quinoa dish for your girlfriend. She might be into all those grains and vegetables, but you were strictly a pizza and pasta kind of woman. You headed over to the area where you knew Lizzie was supposed to be doing her signing. Security let you pass with no problem seeing as they already knew you from the day before.

You walked up to the empty seat next to Lizzie and tapped her with your elbow to let her know you were there without interrupting her flow. She looked over at you with a soft smile on her face as she acknowledged your presence and then went back to finish signing someone’s fan art.

“Hey baby, I got you this quinoa thing. I think it looks kinda gross but you’ll probably love it.” You half whispered so as to be respectful of the people trying to get their merch signed.

Lizzie just chuckled and shook her head as she looked at your pizza, “You know it wouldn’t kill you to put something green in your body every once in a while.”

“Actually I think it would and you’d feel terrible if you were the reason for my demise” you shot back with a cheeky grin. She just rolled her eyes in fake annoyance at your sass. Having given up on getting you to eat your vegetables a long time ago.

You took a few bites of your pizza before deciding to poke the bear.

You leaned in close to make sure no one else overheard you “Sorry I took so long, I just had to go to the bathroom to freshen up the downstairs a bit”

As you pulled away you saw the smallest change in her expression as her eyes flashed with recognition. She looked down at your lap for a quarter of a second before going back to greeting a fan and signing their funko pop case. As they walked away she leaned in closely so her lips were brushing against your ear as she spoke, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you disobeyed me sweetheart?” Her sickly sweet tone sent a shiver up your spine.

“Technically you didn’t actually specify what would happen if I did so I’m gonna have to go with no” you quipped. Your smirk was evident in your voice despite Lizzie not being able to see it.

She never faltered though. “Let’s just see how cocky you are when we get back to the hotel baby. Cuz you’re in for one hell of a night.” Your pussy quivered in anticipation of what she had in store for you.

And just like that she pulled back in time for the next fan to be ushered in, acting like nothing had just happened. She greeted them with a warm smile and happily signed the poster they handed her as they gushed over how much they loved her. Boy she was one hell of an actress.

You spent the rest of the time eating your pizza and daydreaming about all the things your girlfriend was going to do to you when you got back to your hotel room. You couldn’t wait. What could you say? Being a brat has its upsides.

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Chapter 29:

'Cause you kiss me and it stops time…

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The moment we touched ground in Brazil the bubble Charles and I had been in for the past days bursted. A whole bunch of fans were expecting us when we arrived at the hotel, I expected them to be there for Charles mostly but when I saw a lot of girls, but also guys wearing Audi merch and waving me over I was honestly surprised. I smiled at them, signed their stuff, took pictures and had small talk. Topic number one: Charles and I. Of course. After a couple of minutes the security ushered us inside and I waved the fans goodbye.

"How does it feel, when you see that your fanbase grows from race to race?" Elijah, asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don’t know. It’s always overwhelming when I see only one person with my merch… but seeing a whole bunch of them? Unbelievable." I said as we entered the elevator.

"Charles, what do you think?"

"I’m just happy that Lizzie finally gets the attention she deserves. She’s a F1 driver, a race winner, has multiple podiums. She’s one of the best on the grid. And she’s also the most beautiful driver on the grid… of course she’s getting more and more attention." he held me by the waist and I blushed "She’s also the most adorable driver out there, blushing with every little compliment she gets."

"Okay stop now. Don’t get too sappy." I laughed.

"Nope." Charles pinched my side.

"Hey!" I slapped his hand a little.

"What is planned for today?" Elijah looked at us.

"We’re a bit earlier here than usually. So I guess not much? Later on we’ll be working out. Tonight we’ll have dinner with some friends that are also here already." I said and he nodded.

"Charles you have your best friend, Joris, most of the time with you, Lizzie, do you sometimes wish that one of your friends would be constantly by your side?"

"I mean it’s different, you know? Joris is Charles photographer and content creator. I don’t have that. My friends are also either with kids, like Julia or Andrea, or are getting their career started, Shima in the design world or have really demanding and fulfilling jobs, Daniel as a pilot. So yeah. That’s fine. They come to races whenever they can, the rest of the time I have Dad or some of my family with me."

"And you have me! Hello?" Charles looked at me and I laughed.

"Oh shit! Yeah, of course! I have Charles! Oh and Joris! Because when Charles has his bad days where he’s grumpy as fuck Joris likes me more than him."

"Okay. This is not what I was hoping to hear. Ouch." Charles let go of me and pouted a little.

"Oh come on! I’m just joking!" I smiled at him but then turned to the camera "I’m not!" I mouthed, Elijah and the rest of the crew laughing.

"I saw that." Charles mumbled and we laughed.

"We let you guys now unpack and get ready for your work out. Oh and Lizzie, this week we also talk with some of the other drivers. Seb, Lewis, Max and Pierre. If you want to have a look over the questions then we can send them to you." Elijah looked through his phone but I shook my head.

"No, it’s okay. You ask what you think is right!" I smiled and waved them off.

"Alright. See you guys later!" he smiled and they left.

"Weird, weird, weird!" I mumbled as soon as I closed the door.

"Oh just a little…" Charles chuckled and opened his suitcase "Getting filmed the whole time really is… yeah weird."

"I’m sorry. We can talk with them and stop doing that." I looked at him.

"That’s not what I meant, cara mia. It’s okay. Really! It’s just… yeah weird is the right word." he said and pulled out his clothes, storing them away in the closet.

"JK and I can work out later, so that you and Andrea are having some peace and quiet."

"Lizzie stop overthinking! It’s okay! I was filmed before. I can handle it. Let’s sit down for a bit, relax, unpack and then get ready, okay?"

"Okay." I sighed and did exactly what he said.

An hour later I looked into the mirror, turning from side to side.

"Can I wear that?" I asked.

"What?" Charles looked up from lacing his sneakers.

"Can I wear that? I mean… they film us."

"Yeah and you wore work out clothes before?"

"I know, but before I wasn’t filmed? Or rather before I kinda never really cared how I looked then…" I sighed and Charles shook his head.

"Yes, you can wear that. You look good. Ready for an intense work out." he laughed and grabbed his phone "Andrea is ready, can we go?"

"Sure. Let’s go." I nodded and we left for the gym where JK and Andrea waited for us, together with the film crew.

"We just position 2 cameras here and over there and have Tom walk around you. The rest of us will stay in the back." Elijah explained and we nodded "Alright, ready when you are then. Ready, and action."

When 90 minutes later, Elijah and the rest of the crew left I plopped down on the floor, arms and legs spread out like a star.

"Did we really have to do the most intense work out session ever in front of Netflix? I sweat like hell!" I groaned and JK laughed.

"You had no work out now for 5 days. You can handle it." he replied and I chuckled.

"Who said I didn’t work out?" I wiggled my eyebrows and he laughed.

"That doesn’t count!"

"Why not? It’s also an intense work out! Sometimes even multiple times a day."

"Impressive."

"Can you stop talking about that?" Charles looked at us while Andrea behind him had to fight for his life to not burst out laughing.

"Why? You should be proud!" JK chuckled and pulled me up, handing me a bottle of water.

"Multiple times a day? Not bad!" Andrea let out and Charles glared at him "Oh come on! Don’t be shy now!"

"No, stop talking about that, because we’re not alone anymore." Charles said right when the glass doors of the gym opened and Pierre walked in and we all but stared at him.

"Umm. Hi?" he said slowly.

"Gossip Girl." Charles greeted him and I laughed and hugged him next.

"What did I miss?" Pierre asked and Charles patted his back.

"Nothing, we were just talking about our work outs."

"Our intense work outs." I added.

"Wow. Interesting." he shrugged and I laughed.

"Absolutely."

"You guys are ready?"

"Yup. The gym is all yours!" Charles grabbed his towel.

"See you later tonight?" I asked and Pierre nodded.

"Yep, Daniel and Max are joining us as well." he said and I smiled.

"Alright. Have fun!"

"What about a nice lunch on the terrace?" Charles asked when he put on a fresh shirt after we had a shower.

"I’m in. I could eat." I finished blow drying my hair and made a loose bun "Ready?"

"After you, my lady." he opened the door and I walked out.

"What a gentleman." I chuckled.

"Always for you."

We got inside the elevator and as we arrived in the lobby and walked out Charles looked at his phone.

"That’s Sylvia. She wants me to call her because of the event tomorrow." he sighed and I patted his arm "Why don’t you go and find us a nice table and I call her real quick."

"Okay." I kissed his cheek and walked outside on the beachfront terrace to find a nice spot in the sun when I got a text from Dr. Lindner, reminding me of our session in 15 minutes. I already had an unsent excuse to cancel the session, not wanting to talk about the last few weeks.

"Excuse me, Miss, you’re stealing my sun." sunglasses and hat on his head, in shorts and t-shirt Dr. Lindner looked up from his armchair and I was taken aback.

"What are you doing here?" I looked at him.

"If the mountain will not go to Mahomet, let Mahomet go to the mountain." he grinned.

"Oh wow, really?" I chuckled.

"Your last therapy session was more than 3 weeks ago, you cancelled 4 appointments and after Mexico I basically texted you daily that we should talk… but apparently you were busy." he chided and nodded towards the chair next to him and I plopped down in it.

"I’m driving in F1, travelling around the world, a Netflix crew is following me and I have to attend sponsor events, I also have a boyfriend and I love spending my little free time that I have with him."

"Oh yeah, you and that Charles Leclerc guy, I’ve seen it all over social media. How’s that going." he joked and pulled out his notebook and pen.

"He’s not coming back, right?" I sighed.

"No, he’s not."

"So you both tricked me?" Charles was really convincing, I had to give that to him.

"Like I said. I think we need to talk. And the fact that you don’t want to, just confirms my theory."

"Do you really want to do this here? In public?" I asked and looked nervously around.

"Almost no one is here and besides, I don’t think that someone understands us anyway… German maybe, but Swabian, come on now." he laughed and I nodded, he was right "So… ready to unpack the drama that seems to follow you around?"

"Can’t wait." I mumbled waving the waiter over "Hi, umm can I get a raspberry caipirinha? For you Doc?"

"Beer, lager, whatever brand you would recommend." Dr. Lindner said and the waiter smiled and walked away.

"Okay. Then let’s talk."

After 40 minutes Dr. Lindner looked once over his notes and then closed the book.

"You see, I don’t love the drama. It loves me." I concluded.

"Something I realised quite early when I met you…" he chuckled "But don’t you think this is also a chance?"

"A chance? For what exactly?"

"A chance to say fuck it and don’t care anymore? It’s all out in the open now. There’s nothing to hide anymore."

"And you think it’s that easy?" I laughed.

"No, I never said it was easy. But look at what you’ve overcome already. I think you have the strength in you to make it. You just need to have enough faith in you, just like everyone around you has."

I thought about his words, I was scared what people would say if they knew about Charles and me. But the truth was, even before we were together people talked the same shit like they did now. Nothing changed, just the fact that they now talked about us as a real couple and not a presumed one.

"Yeah, you’re right. I really can say fuck it now."

"Can I join you?" Daniel asked and I turned around.

"Sure." I waved him over and he sat down.

"How are you?"

"Good? I guess. I don’t know." I laughed and Daniel shook his head.

"Yeah. The last weeks, it was a lot. What am I saying? The whole season… the public never really made it easy for you."

"No, not really. But I’m used to it. I mean sure, it’s still not easy reading or listening to all that bullshit, but I can’t change that… and I’m tired of trying. It is what it is. A whole lot of people hate me. There problem. Not mine."

"That’s the right mindset!" Daniel chuckled and took a swig from his beer "So umm… I wanted to ask you something… I mean, you saw me butt naked hiding in your sisters closet in Monza, so umm- yeah you know that her and I are… well we’re seeing each other."

"Yeah, I’m aware of that…"

"I just wanted to let you know that this with your sister… it’s not just a casual fling or something. It’s more. So much more… I- I love her." he looked at me and I smiled.

"That’s good to hear, really. I’m happy for you two!"

"I just need to know one thing… of course we talked about or ex partners and our past but she was really reluctant when it came to Liam’s dad, I didn’t want to push her too much, but I don’t know… when she talked about him, I had the feeling that she’s scared of him? Or that something horrible happened? But she won’t tell me. And it’s okay. I figured that it wouldn’t be easy… but I need to know. Is she scared of him? And if so, why, what happened? Do I have to protect her from him? Will he make any trouble if he finds out about us?" he looked at me with big eyes.

"She should tell you that herself, Daniel. I know my sister all too well. I know how she will shut you out of that, but you need to try. You need to show her that you stay. That you’re in for the long run. She’s been through a lot. Her ex… he was an asshole. We never liked him. He manipulated her. He controlled her. And to be honest that it could go this far was partly my fault, my parents were so busy with me and my career that my siblings were left to their own devices more than once. We knew that he wasn’t a good guy. We tried to reason with her. But she didn’t listen. She said she finally found someone who put her before everything. I knew that it was a dig towards me, being the one taking away all my parents attention. She was happy for once. He was sweet and charming in the beginning, showered her with love and attention. Attention she never got because of me. Of course she was falling fast and deep. Moved in with him, made him the centre of her life. But he changed… let’s say, he wasn’t the guy she fell in love with anymore. She never told us anything. She kept it all bottled up. Probably because she was scared of us saying told you so. When she got pregnant… after a couple of weeks there was a shift. Like she realised that she couldn’t have a child with him, couldn’t raise a child in that environment, then she told my mum everything. And I had to stop five guys from committing a murder…"

"Five?"

"My Dad, Marcus and the Leclerc boys."

"She has a lot of good guys taking care of her." Daniel smiled.

"And now she has one more."

"Yeah… but what you were saying about her ex… I should be worried then? Or at least alerted?"

"A little worry and awareness never killed nobody, right?" I downed my drink.

"No, probably not." he leaned back and we sat in silence for a while "You know that it’s not your fault? That he did what he did?"

"Of course it’s not my fault. But maybe if my parents weren’t that busy with me, she wouldn’t cling to the first guy who was a little nice and charming and gave her attention…" I said bitterly.

"No Lizzie. Your sister told me that it had nothing to do with you. Or your parents. She never felt neglected or anything. She was old enough to understand what was going on, that you needed that support." Daniel reassured me as Charles joined us.

"You guys okay? You’re gone for a while now?" he sat down next to me and I nodded.

"Yeah, we were just talking a little." I said and Daniel nodded.

"The guys are ready to leave…"

"Okay, let’s go then." Daniel said and we got up.

Back in the hotel Charles looked at me while I brushed my teeth, washed my face and did my hair, but he kept quiet.

"Okay, ask whatever you have to ask!" I said when I got into bed.

"You and Daniel, about what did you talk? There was a weird tension between you guys when I came outside…"

"He told me he loves Sissy. That he’s in for the long run."

"But that’s a good thing? No?" Charles cocked an eyebrow.

"He asked about Sven… because my sister isn’t telling him much…" I sighed and leaned back.

"Oh… and what did you say?"

"That he should ask her… I only told him that he’s an asshole and that she’s been through a lot because of him…"

"It’s better when she tells him the whole story herself, you’re right." Charles got in bed as well, pulling me against him "But I’m happy for them. Really. She deserves a good guy like Daniel."

"She really does." I snuggled into his side.

When the race week officially started on Wednesday with media day I stood nervously in front of the mirror, doing my hair.

"You look amazing, stop being so nervous. It’s not the first time we arrive together at the paddock!" Charles chuckled, grabbing his phone, sunglasses and cap.

"No, but it’s the first time since we’re a couple. Do we hold hands? Will they expect us to kiss? I’m just… I don’t know, okay?"

"Okay, first off, we don’t care what they want, only what we want. Second, we walk in like always. You and me. Together. If you want to hold my hand for support, do it, if not. That’s fine as well. Don’t worry." Charles calmed me down and I nodded.

I saw the photographers, reporter and fans all looking our way when I scanned my paddock pass and the crowd that gathered made me grasp Charles hand, holding it tight.

"It’s okay, cara mia. Just focus on me. It’s all good." he reassured me, pulling me to his side, squeezing my hand. He navigated us through the crowd and we took pictures with fans, signing stuff but still made our way towards our hospitalities "See that wasn’t too bad, I’ll pick you up later for the press conference."

I nodded and kissed his cheek, turning around to walk inside but he grasped my wrist and pulled me in, kissing me fiercely.

"I want a real kiss from now on. We don‘t have to hide anymore."

"Okay…" I said breathlessly and Charles swiped a loose strand out of my face before he left.

"Here they are, our lovebirds!" Max laughed and Charles rolled his eyes while I chuckled a little.

"When’s the wedding?" George joked and hugged me to his side.

"Why? You think you get invited?" Charles raised an eyebrow and I laughed.

"Ouch!" George held his hand over his heart "That hurts!"

"Who says they get married anyways? That’s so old school!" Pierre stated and I nodded.

"You tell 'em!" I replied and could’ve sworn I saw a flicker of sadness in Charles face for a second.

"Drivers?" an F1 official called us in and we walked inside, sitting down.

Thankfully Tom Clarkson didn’t ask or say anything about Charles and I, but I knew as soon as he would open up the floor the questions would fly around like crazy. And I was right. From when it all started, to how it started, to why we kept it hidden, everything was asked but Charles and I tried to stay as vague as possible, we discussed beforehand that we didn’t want to share too many details.

"Alright, we have time for one last question, yes, the lady in blue please."

"Susan Boulder, CBS Sports, question for Max, Pierre and George. You all know Charles and Lizzie for a really long time, raced against each other in karting then later in F3 and F2, now in F1. What do you guys think of the two being a couple and racing against each other? How do the drivers think about the whole matter in general?"

"I mean, it’s not really a surprise now, is it? We all were basically just waiting for the moment when these two finally admit that they were dating… I think they showed over the course of the season that they can be a couple and still battle hard on the track. We’re all now rooting for the first grid baby." George chuckled and I blushed, Charles just laughed.

"Yeah, George’s right. It’s not a surprise! I know them since I was 8 or so and always knew that they would end up together one day… when I was younger I even was jealous of Charles, I mean we all kinda were! Around 13 or 14ish some of us had a huge crush on Lizzie but she only cared for Charles. She broke a lot of hearts. But no. All jokes aside. I’m happy for these guys and if that grid baby plops out, it will have a whole grid full of uncles." Max said and I looked at him with wide eyes "What?" he asked me and Pierre chuckled.

"I think Lizzie never knew that a lot of the guys back in the day had a huge crush on her." Pierre said and I shook my head "I was one of them, but just for a short while… but yeah, you can ask everyone who was with us in karting, Esteban, Alex, Lando, a lot of the guys had a crush on her… I remember that there were even fights over who would sit next to Lizzie. Some of the guys even said the race winner should be allowed to sit next to her. And in the end she always broke our hearts by sitting down next to Charles." Pierre laughed and he nudged my shoulder.

"Lizzie? Your thoughts on that?"

"Umm- I honestly had no idea… I mean, yeah I don’t know what to say, it’s just crazy? The race winner should be allowed to sit next to me? Really?" my face was red. Dark red. And Charles took my hand in his and squeezed it.

"I’m just glad that I was the one to win that race." he said and now I had to laugh.

"Oh you’re so freaking cheesy! What race? The race to my heart?" I said and he nodded.

"Yup. Most important race of my life."

When we walked outside, Pierre pulled me to his side, but before he could say something Charles nudged in between us, pulling me tight to his body, his hand on my waist.

"Stay away from my girl!" Charles said and I had to contain a giggle.

"That wasn’t a problem before?" Pierre asked, grinning like a devil.

"Yeah? That was before I knew you had a real crush on her! All of you! I always just thought you said that to tease me! To annoy me! So stay away from my girl, Gasly!" Charles glared at him.

"Oh come on, calamar! I’m just messing with you! We all are, right guys?" Pierre laughed, patting Charles back.

"Yeah, absolutely…" Max said sarcastically and Charles shoved Pierre away.

"Oh look! Alex, mate! Come on over… you remember back in the day, when we all had a huge crush on Lizzie?" Pierre said and Alex laughed.

"How could I forget that? She was my first heartache!" Alex said, grasping his heart dramatically "I think I never got over the fact that when I gave her my juice box she took Charles’ one instead."

"Oh fuck off, Albono!" Charles groaned and I bursted out laughing.

"You brought me cranberry juice, Alex! I never liked that. Charles had a tropical punch… that was the fuel on the way to my heart!" I chuckled and Charles pinched my side.

"Careful cara mia, or I’ll make you regret your words later on…" he whispered in my ear and I bit my lip.

"If that’s not Lizzie, the girl of my 14 year old self’s dreams!" Esteban laughs as we passed him.

"Okay stop! I don’t give a fuck who actually had a crush on Lizzie, or who just did it to rile me up! That’s over now. My girl. Okay? Mine. Only mine. Not yours. Not yours. Not yours. Not yours." Charles said, pointing out at each of the guys separately before he stopped and looked at Pierre "And most definitely not yours. Mine." he pulled me in and kissed me fiercely and I was perplexed "And now my girl and I leave you idiots. Good-fucking-bye!" he grabbed my hand gently, pulling me away and I mouthed to the guys a silent sorry. Although I had to be honest, seeing Charles this riled up and possessive made me feel all kinds of things, most of them in between my legs.

"Didn’t know you were that possessive." I said after a few moments and he chuckled.

"When it comes to you? Always!" he kissed the side of my head "I’ll pick you up later on? The meeting shouldn’t be too long."

"Alright. Same for me. Just text me when you’re ready and then I’ll let you know."

The whole weekend went by in a blur, with Netflix following my every step. Our car worked fantastic here on Interlagos and when I parked on the P2 spot after quali, not many people were surprised. Charles hopped out of his car and walked straight up to me.

"Hey polesitter." I laughed, pulling off helmet and balaclava.

"Hey almost polesitter." he smiled, kissing my cheek.

"I thought you want real kisses?"

"Yeah but not when everyone is staring at us…" he laughed nervously and I smiled.

"Yes! Thank you! I was honestly really nervous because of that!"

"Me kissing you?" he asked.

"No! You kissing me, here, giving the audience a little show."

"Don’t worry. I save that for your or my next win." he squeezed my waist and then walked to his team, I walked to mine.

"I think we’re having a real chance tomorrow!" I said to Pete and he nodded.

"Definitely!" Felix added "Maybe it’s going to be another win."

I chuckled. Another win would be nice. But Charles in front and Max and George behind me definitely wouldn’t make it that easy for me. Another win would be a really tough fight. A fight I was willing to take on.

As I expected it, the battle with Charles, Max and George was intense. Whereas Charles stayed most of the time in front, I had to defend hard from Max and George, but in the end I could create a big enough gap to focus on Charles. The very last lap of the race was crucial. I crossed the finish line. What an amazing race. But the penalty was making it oh so bittersweet.

"Was it enough?" milliseconds that felt like ages were passing by as I waited for Pete’s answer. I gripped the steering wheel in a tight grip. Every fibre of my body ready to burst into either euphoria or devastation.

"You’re a two time race winner, Lizzie!" Pete cheered and I felt relief flooding me, together with the sweet taste of victory.

"Fucking hell! Wooohooo! YES! We did it guys! We did it!" I screamed.

"Fantastic job! Brilliant!"

"I love you guys! What a brilliant strategy call! What a fantastic pit stop! Amazing! Fucking amazing!" I felt like on cloud 9.

But right as I parked my car in P1, I looked to the left, watching as Charles parked his car next to mine. From the way he held his head, I knew how he felt. And when he climbed out of his car, head hung low, all the happiness I felt a moment ago was gone, replaced by sorrow. I got out of my car, walking to Charles, trying to talk to him but he only shook his head, pulled me into his arms for a second.

"Congrats, cara mia!" he whispered and squeezed my hand, then turned to his team, walking away, hugging them, ignoring me for now. I gulped and walked up to my team, their loud chants and happy singing not making me feel any better at all. I didn’t even hear what they were saying, just stood there, letting them pat my back, arms, helmet. The whole interview, cool down room, even on the podium I felt a tension between Charles and me. He smiled. Poured champagne over me. Pulled me to his side for the photo, even kissed the side of my head when we walked off. But he didn’t say a single word, other than congrats.

I was dreading the press conference. I knew people would pick up the tension between us and would ask questions to make us react. I tried to stay as neutral as possible. Only stating facts. Charles did the same. It was the last question that made me feel more than uncomfortable, when we were asked why we were so cold towards each other after the race, that they expected a little bit more of PDA.

"We’re still professional athletes and this is our job. You won’t see us making out when one of us won a race. We react the way we react. Today it was maybe because the adrenaline was still raging through our bodies, after that last lap, so we maybe didn’t jump happily in each other’s arms being all happy. But I want to say this, I’m more than happy for Lizzie. She’s a brilliant driver and displayed it today again. I’m incredibly proud of her." Charles said and I looked at him, he smiled a little and nodded.

"Alright. That’s it for tonight. Thank you all, see you next week in Abu Dhabi for the last race of the season!" Tom Clarkson ended the press conference and Charles jumped up, waiting for me to follow him outside.

Charles POV:

"Can you please say something?" she looked at me with pleading eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking my hoodie off.

"I want you to say something!"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don’t know? Anything!" she sounded frustrated.

"Anything?" I raised an eyebrow and sat down on the sofa, taking my phone out.

"Yes! Anything! Since after the race you haven’t said a single word! You congratulated me and since then nothing. Cool down room, no words. Podium, no words. Walk to the press conference, no words. After that walking back, no words. You waited for me, no words. While driving back here, no words. So please just say something! Anything! If it helps yell at me! But just say something!" she was getting mad.

"What Lizzie? What else can I say than what I already said during the press conference? You didn’t leave me any space, I had nowhere else to go. It was either you or breaking heavily, which would’ve ruined my already screwed tyres." I didn’t want to get over it again.

"But I was in front." she countered.

"No, you weren’t." I sighed leaning back.

"I was."

"Okay."

"That’s it? Okay?"

"What else?"

"I don’t know! Can you just say something other than that diplomatic shit?" she spat out and I sat up.

"Why? It’s no use. I got the penalty. It’s done. You forced me to make that move. Your tyres were even more done for than mine. You knew that this was your last chance to pass me, but even then it would’ve been a miracle if you could’ve stayed in front of me, our straight line speed is way faster than yours. You knew the only way to win was to force me into this move, and stupid me took the bait." I said emotionless and she stopped her pacing, looking at me.

"What?" she sounded genuinely confused.

"What? You wanted me to say something. Anything. And I did." I got up and grabbed a bottle of water.

"No, that’s not what I meant. You think I tricked you? You think I did it on purpose?"

"Oh come on Lizzie! That move? We perfectioned it back in GP3. Forcing someone to force you off track." I said bitterly.

"Yeah, but I would never… you really think I did it on purpose?"

"I don’t know, okay? It looked like it. You could’ve braked. You had enough time to do it. But you decided against it. You didn’t brake. I didn’t brake. I forced you off track because I already was too far gone and braking would cost me my tyres. You came back behind me, but I got the penalty." I took a big gulp of water and sat down again, while Lizzie just looked incredulous at me.

"Okay, tell me if I get this right. You think that I came this close and didn’t brake to force you into braking or forcing me off of track, which the latter happened. Then you got a penalty for forcing me off of track and lost your win. And all the reaction I get from you is this?" she waved her hands at me and I tilted my head "Why aren’t you mad at me?"

"Who says I’m not? But it’s already done? I can’t change it anymore."

"Yeah maybe but you could at least say it. Let your emotions out."

"Do you want me to yell at you?" I was confused now.

"Yes! I want you to be mad an-…"

"I am mad!"

"Then show it!"

"What the fuck? What would it change?"

"If it was Carlos, Max, Checo whoever, you would’ve stormed up to them after the race and be furious! But because it was me you just accepted it and that was it." she was furious.

"You think I let it slip because you’re my girlfriend?"

"Yes you did!"

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"No! Not whatever! I don’t want you to treat me differently!"

"I didn’t! Or did you miss that I, in fact, did not brake and went full on into you! Forced you off track! Just because I didn’t start shit after the race doesn’t mean that I’m not fucking mad. I am. It was as shitty move. But then again, I don’t know if I wouldn’t have done it as well in your position. But I’m not sitting here now and have a fight or whatever this is with you about it!" I was frustrated. Why did she want to fight? Why didn’t she want to just leave it be and celebrate her win?

"See! You don’t even think that we’re fighting!"

"What? Lizzie you don’t make any sense right now! You won. I didn’t. End of the story."

"No! Not end of the story. I want you to have the same reaction with me like you would have with any other driver!"

"BUT YOU‘RE NOT ANY OTHER DRIVER FOR FUCKS SAKE!" I was seething "There, I said it. Is that what you wanted? Yes, I would’ve called out any other driver after that! I definitely would be really fucking pissed. And I am really fucking pissed! But why do you want to fight so bad? Why do you want me to scream and shout? FUCK!"

"BECAUSE I DON‘T WANT YOU TO TREAT ME DIFFERENTLY JUST BECAUSE I‘M YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" she full on screamed.

She stood there, face red, breathing heavily, staring at me. Waiting for my reaction. I got up, grabbed my phone, wallet and jacket and looked at her.

"I’m not doing this, whatever this is, Lizzie. I’m sorry, but you are my girlfriend and if that causes a problem for you, then I can’t change it." I put on my shoes and walked out the door. We both needed to cool off.

I didn’t sleep. Not one second. I was lying awake in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Not knowing what happened. Was it me? Did I push him too much? Because I wanted him to have a reaction? But he should have one. He should be mad at me the way he would be with any other driver. I couldn’t be an exception just because I was his girlfriend. That’s not fair. That’s not how this should work. I texted Charles again. No reply. I called. No answer. I groaned frustrated and checked the time. 1:11 am. Great. At 6:45 we had to leave for the airport. And I had no idea where Charles was. Packing up our suitcases, searching through the room to not forget anything I questioned myself. Why did I react like this? Why didn’t I leave it be. Was this what I feared? That he would treat me differently, now that everyone knew that I was his girlfriend? But then again, would he react or rather not react like this if we were still keeping us a secret? My head began to throb and I laid down. But sleep wouldn’t find me. Instead I waited for Charles to come back.

The door opened and Charles walked in. He quietly closed it, slipped off his shoes and then slowly made his way into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed I sat up against the headboard, waiting for him. To occupy myself I took out my phone and scrolled through Instagram, just to be greeted with a bunch of pictures of Charles, partying away with Pierre, Daniel and Yuki. Surrounded by a bunch of girls. Empty bottles all over the table. I put my phone down as the bathroom door opened again and Charles walked out. He stopped in the doorframe when he saw I was awake and then switched off the light, walking to his side of the bed, lying down. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t look at me. Silence. Right as he turned his back to me I grabbed my phone again, looking at an article, I opened before.

"’Charles Leclerc parties alone without race winner and girlfriend Lizzie Doetterer after controversial penalty at Brazilian GP’." I read aloud and watched how Charles back tensed. He stayed silent and I checked the time before I put my phone away, shuffling down on my pillow.

3:27. In less than three hours we had to get up. At this point I knew I wouldn’t get a single second of sleep, so I stared again at the ceiling, waiting for the time ticking away. Charles next to me was also awake, but he didn’t move nor made a sound. I was getting frustrated and grabbed my phone again, putting my AirPods in and played some music, opening Instagram again, clicked through the pictures and videos, just to torment myself a little more. The guys seemed to have a lot of fun. And the gorgeous Brazilian girls around them seemed to enjoy their time with the drivers as well. Most of the pictures and clips were blurry, to figure out what happened wasn’t the easiest, but when I swiped to the next picture my heart dropped. It was blurry. Really blurry. But it was Charles. The hair. The profile. The stature, posture, clothes. It was Charles with a beautiful brunette, arms slung around his neck, his hands on her waist, body’s pressed to each other. Kissing. I whimpered and got up. My phone flew through the air, landing with a loud thud on the floor. I slammed the door shut and made it just in time to throw up straight into the toilet. Emptying my stomach, while searing, hot tears were streaming down my face. I sat back, wiped my mouth with the sleeve of Charles’ hoodie that I was wearing. With every heartbeat a wave of pain wrecked through my body. I grabbed one of the glasses on the sink and filled it with water, rinsed my mouth and then leaned back against the cold tiles. Knees pulled up to my chest. Tears still streaming down my face, muffled cries and sobs echoing from the walls. I pushed him away. I pushed him this far. It was my fault. I was so deep down in my sorrow that I didn’t even hear the door opening and Charles walking in. I flinched when he sat down next to me, pulling me into his lap. I tried to fight against his hold, tried to wiggle away, but he held me close. Didn’t let go of me.

"I don’t know what’s going on with you, why you so desperately tried to start a fight, but one thing I know for sure, nothing, you hear me, nothing, you say or do could ever make me stop loving you. Nothing could push me into the arms of any other girl on this planet, okay? I know what you think. And although this dude really looks like me, which is scary, it’s not me. You hear me? That’s not me!" he whispered against my head and I chuckled dryly.

"Yeah sure, that’s what all men say when they get caught." I cried although I wanted to believe his words more than anything.

"Lizzie, look at it. Come on. Look at it. Look closely." he grabbed my chin, tilting my head so I could see the picture. Still him.

"That’s you." I whispered.

"Look at the watch." he zoomed in on it.

A golden Rolex. I grabbed Charles’ wrist, turned it around. White Richard Mille. I swallowed hard. Burying my face in his chest.

"I don’t even own a Rolex. Also, look at this dude here in the back…" he chuckled and I glanced on the phone, looking at the person Charles pointed at. Himself. Next to Yuki. Laughing. "I have the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, funny, sweet, caring and slightly crazy girl on this planet as my girlfriend. How stupid do you think I am, doing shit like that, losing you?"

"I’m sorry. For Everything. I don’t even know why I was trying to rile you up. I swear the second you left I was asking myself what’s wrong with me…" I whispered and he chuckled.

"It’s okay…" he kissed my head but I shook it.

"It’s not! I was a total bitch." I groaned.

"Stop, okay? I’m at fault here as well. I ran away, again. Instead of staying and talking with you about what was going on, I left. Because I hate fighting with you. I love when we’re arguing about little things, I love our bickering and bantering. But I hate fighting with you. Real fighting. I don’t want that. So I guess that’s why I left. But I can’t always keep running away…"

"But I push you to run away, that is even worse." I sighed.

"We’re both in the wrong, okay? We have to talk about things like this. Talk not scream. Stay not run away."

"Yeah…"

"But cara mia? You have to promise me one thing…" Charles whispered and I looked up at him "Please, never assume again that I would ever cheat on you! I would never do that, never! I thought I lost you too many times already, I could never do anything to really lose you. Please believe me."

"I believe you! And I trust you. I think it was just… I don’t know, the way I behaved? I couldn’t even be mad if you would’ve chea-…" I began but he stopped me with a soft kiss.

"Nothing makes cheating okay." he whispered then and got up with me in his arms "And now let’s go. Let’s have at least 2 hours of sleep before we have to leave!" he carried me to the bed and tucked us both in, my back flush to his chest "I’m sorry for being so cold towards you after the race… I was just… I wanted that win so badly… one last win this season. Next week will be Max’s win, Abu Dhabi is a track that suits the RB way more than us. But still. I should’ve been way more happy for you. Show more support. I’m sorry." he whispered into my neck and I shook my head.

"It’s okay. I understand you! I would probably feel the same! And you know what? You might even be right, I think I knew exactly what I was doing, forcing you into that move. It was just happening in a split second that I couldn’t really grasp it fully… sorry."

"It’s okay. You won. I’m second. As long as you and I are okay, I’m happy." he kissed my head "And now we really need to sleep! Come on now, cara mia. One last race and we finally have a couple of weeks just for us!"

"I can’t wait."

"So Lizzie, ready for our Secret Santa?" Angelina, the content creator for F1 said and I nodded. The last race weekend in Abu Dhabi started with some last filming for F1. Under the sun of the United Arab Emirates I sat, wearing a Santa hat, smiling into the cameras, Charles behind it, watching me.

"Yup and let me tell you something, it was really funny to look for the perfect little gift." I laughed, the bell of my Santa hat ringing.

"We can’t wait to see what you’ve bought, but now it’s your turn, here you go." she handed me a present and I took it, carefully shaking it.

"That’s the first thing I always do when I get a present. Alright, let’s unwrap." I carefully ripped the beautifully wrapped present open, a sleek, black box "That looks posh." I chuckled and opened up the box, unfolding the satin paper and gasped a little "Oh wow. I know exactly who that is from." I pulled a beautiful Burberry scarf out of the box, wrapping it around my neck.

"Yeah? Who is it then? And why are you so sure?" Angelina asked.

"This beautiful scarf is from my dear, posh, British friend George Russell, who I called back in F2 Mr. Burberry because he’s like so typical British, in a good way! He’s polite, he’s cocky, he has this dry sense of humour. And he once wore a Burberry shirt and I was just like yeah, he’s Mr. Burberry from now on. So thank you a lot, George, for this beauty of a scarf. Happy Christmas!" I smiled into the camera.

"Alright. Perfect." she clapped her hands together and I got up "Charles, you’re up next." she turned to him, behind the camera and he nodded, switching places with me, not without pinching my side as he walked past me.

"Alright Charles, here you go. Your present." Angelina handed him his present and he smiled.

"Thank you." he ripped off the paper first and then opened up the box inside, laughing. He pulled out four pairs of socks. Two black ones and two white once "Oh look at that. Socks. But not just any socks… no, couple socks…" he laughed and held up the two white pairs, both with a cute smiley face on them and tiny hands holding each other with a magnet "I wonder who that’s from." he looked at me and I had to suppress my laughter "Oh, wait, there’s more." he picked out the custom made iPhone case, laughing even more "Yeah, I got it. My phone needs protection, cara mia, thank you." he rolled his eyes playfully.

"So you know who it’s from?" Angelina asked and Charles smiled.

"From my beautiful girlfriend. Thank you, Lizzie!" he replied, looking first into the camera and then at me.

"Alright, thank you two so much! See you guys next year!" she said and Charles got up.

"Merry Christmas, guys!" he said and I nodded.

"Yeah! Enjoy your down time! See you next season!" I smiled and we walked off.

"The socks are cute." Charles snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"I saw a TikTok and just knew they would be perfect!" I chuckled a little "And your phone is in severe need of any form of protection."

"That’s true!" he laughed "Let’s drop off our presents and then we have to go to the press conference."

"Yeah. I really don’t want to go." I sighed.

"Seb?" Charles asked and I nodded.

"It’s so unfair! I finally made it into F1 and could only race alongside him for one season!" I was really upset about Seb’s retirement, although I understood his reasons all too well.

"Alright everyone. Last press conference of the year. With me Lizzie Doetterer, Audi, Charles Leclerc, Scuderia Ferrari, Max Verstappen, RedBull Racing, Daniel Ricciardo, McLaren and for the last time ever Sebastian Vettel, Aston Martin." Tom Clarkson began and I looked at Seb, at how at ease he was, I didn’t even listen to what was said. I just looked at Seb and knew that he was making the right decision, retiring now, although I would miss him dearly.

"Now to you Lizzie, we all know that Seb was kind of a mentor for you, how did you feel when you saw the video, knowing he would retire at the end of the season. How do you feel now, as it is his last race?"

"Seb is more than just a mentor, he became a good friend over the years. He was always there for me, whenever I needed him. After my accident he sent me every day an uplifting quote, god how I hated it at times. So yeah, when he texted me a couple of days before his official announcement that he decided to retire I was shocked. And I tried my best to change his mind, as we see, unsuccessfully. But I understand him. The life we’re living is tough. Fast. Unstable. It’s not made for a family and Seb is a dad through and through. I’m happy for him. I know that his choice was the right one for him. He already knows that there’s always a paddock pass waiting for him." I said and Seb put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

"Alright. Let’s open the floor for some questions."

Most of the questions were for Seb obviously, how he felt, what would be his next goal, his plans, what he would miss.

"John Bridgers, BBC. Lizzie, I heard you have a special something prepared for Seb this weekend?"

"Yep, I have a special helmet this weekend. It’s inspired from Seb’s helmet with a little farewell message." Seb turned, looking at me "You’ll love it. Don’t worry." I chuckled a little.

"Thank you, kiddo." he smiled.

"We have time for one last question." Clarkson said and pointed at a man in the back.

"Mike Henley, AllSportsUS. Question for Charles and Lizzie. With everyone now knowing about your relationship, there’s one question coming up: who’s the WAG?"

Max and Daniel next to us started laughing hysterically, Seb only chuckled.

"He is."

"She is."

We both said it at the same time, looking at each other, grinning.

“I am."

"I am."

Again at the same time and we started to laugh.

"I’m Lizzie’s WAG and she is my WAG." Charles said and Daniel laughed even harder.

"You’re no WAG, Charles, you’re a…" Daniel starts and pauses to think.

"He’s a HAB!" I exclaimed and Max thought for a second then laughed again.

"Husbands and Boyfriends." he chuckled.

"So, Charles is my HAB and I’m his WAG." I said.

"Then we’ll have it sorted." Charles concluded and the reporter chuckled satisfied.

"That’s it for today. We wish you all a good, last race weekend and maybe I see some of you on Sunday." Clarkson ended the press conference and we walked out, Seb throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"I wanted to swap helmets with you today. But not if you have a special one designed. I also thought that you should keep your helmet from your first season." he chuckled a little.

"No! I have my other helmet here as well! I want to swap! Really! Yeah it’s the helmet of my first season. But not the one I won my first race in! So I can definitely swap with you!" I said and he nodded.

"Alright. Deal." he smiled and I heard a camera clicking, looking up.

"That was a cute moment I had to capture." Daniel shrugged his shoulders and I nodded.

"As long as I get a copy."

"Of course."

"I hate this weekend already. It’s not just you who’s leaving Seb! Danny won’t be here because if fucking Zack Brown, Mick won’t be here because of fucking Günther Steiner! Oh Nicky leaves as well! What a shit show." I sighed.

"I’m not retiring! I’m just exploring new options." Daniel said, but I saw the sadness in his eyes and it made me even more furious "Don’t worry, Liz, I’ll be back."

"I hope so!" I waved them all goodbye and entered the Audi hospitality.

"Lizzie, can we maybe film a little sequence of your thoughts on this weekend?" Elijah awaited me already.

"Now?"

"Just a few words. Maybe in your drivers room?"

"Okay." I sighed and walked upstairs, sitting down on my sofa "So, what do you want to hear?"

They set up the camera real quick and the microphone, hung over my head, out of frame.

"Last race of your first season in Formula 1. Can you reflect on the past months? What were your highlights? The not so nice parts?"

"It’s been a crazy few months, that’s for sure. It’s been a good season over all. Few ups and downs here and there, but we managed quite well in the end. I’m so proud of my team, they’ve done an incredible job. Were there moments that I wished they were different? Of course. Some weekends were just messed up. Miami, Baku, Canada, Hungary, Zandvoort… Mexico. To name some. But then of course we have Bahrain, my first race and podium! Monaco my almost first win! In Silverstone then my actual first win! Last week my second win! I mean. It’s been a good season and we want to finish on a high."

"Alright. Perfect. That’s it, thanks Lizzie." Elijah got up and the film crew left my room "We’re done for today. We’ll see you tomorrow."

"Yup. I can’t wait!" I joked and he chuckled, walking back downstairs. I packed my bag and followed them, looking for Dad. He read something on his iPad intently. I looked at him, his expression almost sad, eyes dead.

"Dad?" I asked and sat next to him "What’s going on? What happened?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing. All good." he cleared his throat, closed the web browser and put his iPad on the table "So. How was the press conference?"

"It was okay? Dad, what’s going on?" I asked again but he just shook his head "What did you read that was so horrible?" no reaction. I grabbed the iPad and opened the browser, then the history and an article plopped up about Charles and Dad. I was confused and started to read. With every line I was getting more furious, I clicked on the attached clip and looked up at Dad and he just looked outside, watching the busy paddock. As I was about to say something the doors of our hospitality flew open with a loud bang and Charles stormed in. He stopped in front of Dad and before he could say anything Charles pulled him up into a hug.

"Don’t believe a single word of this bullshit! Not one word is true! I don’t know who wrote it and I don’t care because it’s not true! Nothing of it! I never said anything like that because how could I? You might not be my Dad but you are like one to me! To all of us! You always took care of us! And I’m so thankful for having you in our life’s! Don’t ever doubt that, Pops!" Charles said and I felt my eyes well up.

"It’s okay, Charles you don’t have to say tha-…" Dad began but Charles shook his head.

"I’m not just saying it. I mean it. You were always there for us, no matter what, and whoever wrote that bullshit can fuck right off." Charles looked at him intently "Okay?"

"Okay." Dad mumbled and I could swear I saw him wiping away a tear.

I watched how they sat down and started talking and thought about that article. Since Japan it was awfully quiet. No new message from Diaz. Nothing. Then the leaked video of Charles and me. Now this article with a clip where dad fights with a nurse calling Charles his son. I had no proof, but I was sure. It was him. It was Diaz.

The weekend went by in a breeze and I finally looked up at the lights. For the last time this year I waited for them to go out. Starting from P5. Max, Perez, Charles and Sainz in front of me. I managed to overtake Sainz right at the start and battled for a while with Charles who then was able to create a gap, I couldn’t get ahold of him from then on, my pace no match to his. The battle behind me was surprisingly more entertaining, with Seb making his way close behind Russell who fought off Sainz.

"Lizzie, Perez with a 5 second penalty. 3.7 seconds ahead. You fight now for podium. Keep up the pace!"

Amazing. Finishing the season on the podium would be amazing. As I breezed past the grand stand I saw a bunch of Germany flags. A lot of them with a 5 on it. I knew that Seb was behind me. Not too far away. It was his last race…

"Gap to Seb?"

"1.4 seconds."

3 laps left. He could do that with DRS. I slowed down, but only slightly. Nothing too obvious.

"1.7 seconds. You gotta speed up a little."

"Copy."

2 laps left. Not going to speed up. Maybe a lock up. I braked too hard in the next corner. Tyres locking up. I saw Seb in my mirrors. He could catch me now easily with DRS.

"Fuck! Gap?"

"Perez 3.1, Seb 0.9."

"Fuck!" Perfect.

Last lap and Seb had DRS. He could do it. He would end his career on the podium. But when he had the chance to overtake me, he didn’t.

"And that’s P3. Well done, Lizzie, well done!" Pete radioed and I sighed a little.

"Thanks Pete! Good job from the team! Nice pitstop! Where’s Valtteri?"

"P6."

"Nice!"

"Lizzie! Good job, little one! What a rookie season! 2 wins. 8 podiums. 2 fastest laps. You were absolutely amazing! You made all of us so proud! From the first moment of having you in our car we knew we wouldn’t regret our choice! Thank you!" Felix said and my eyes got a little teary.

"Thank you so much for having this much faith in me, Felix! This season was just the beginning!"

"Absolutely! And now… I know what you want to do… go ahead, you should be good for a good handful." he laughed.

"Donut time baby!"

I parked my car and closed my eyes for a moment, my first season in Formula 1 was done and it ended like it started on P3 on the podium. All the ups on downs on track, but also beside flashed through my mind and I felt the emotions overcoming me. I felt myself shaking a little and climbed out of the car, jumping with wobbly knees into the arms of my team, everyone patting my helmet, arms and shoulders.

I turned around and saw Charles jumping out of his car, looking around and then spotting me. He was in an instant in front of me, hoisting me up and spinning me around.

"Amazing race, cara mia." his voice muffled as he sat me down again, he walked quickly back to his team and I went to my last weighing of the year.

"Congrats on an amazing first season, Lizzie!" Joe said as he handed me my receipt and patted my arm.

"Thanks, Joe!" my voice was a little shaky and as I walked back, trying to unclasp my helmet strap, I felt my hands shaking as well, something Charles noticed in an instant.

"Hey, are you okay?" he whispered, wiping his face with a towel.

"Bit overwhelmed and that stupid clasp won’t open up…" I mumbled and he gently pushed my hands away.

"Here, let me help you." he smiled at me and undid the clasp "Hold still." he chuckled when I wiggled around a little.

"Sorry, it’s just my nose is itching! Hurry up!"

"Okay, I got it…" he pulled of the helmet and I quickly did the same with the balaclava and scratched my nose "Better?"

"Better!" I laughed, taking a big swig of water, when someone approached us.

"I know what you did there, kiddo." Seb whispered and hugged me close.

"Why didn’t you overtake then?" I sighed.

"Because you deserved that podium more than me."

"Not true, Seb!"

"True. I’m so proud of you Lizzie. This season was amazing. You were amazing. Retiring is easier knowing that there is at least one German out there making our country proud."

"How about you un-retire and continue doing that?" I sniffled a little.

"Nope. I’m done. That’s it. But I’m leaving Formula 1 Germany in good hands." he pulled away and the way he smiled made it clear that he was making the right decision. There was a glimmer in his eyes that was only there when he was with his family, that glimmer that was long gone during races. He was truly happy.

"I’m going to miss you." I hugged him again and he patted my back.

"Same kiddo, same. But you know that I’ll be only one call away. Same goes for you of course!" he looked at Charles and he nodded hugging Seb "Now come on guys! Get your trophies! Maybe I’ll hit one of the end of the season parties this year… it’s been a long time since I did that."

"That would be amazing!" I smiled at him.

"Yeah, we’ll see! You go now and celebrate your win a little!" he walked away and I turned to Charles.

"That’s it. The season is over…"

"Yeah and did you check the standings… you’re P4 in the drivers standings. As a rookie!" Charles smiled "I’m so proud of you, cara mia. You were fantastic, astonishing! You silenced all your critics!" he hugged me tight.

"I’m so proud of you, too. You were amazing this season! Next year the title is yours!" I turned my head, wanting to kiss his cheek when I thought of what I talked about with Dr. Lindner, I really should say fuck it. I took a deep breath and looked at Charles.

"What?" he raised and eyebrow and I grinned.

"I love you, vice-champion Charles Leclerc." and before he could say something I leaned in, sealing our lips in a searing kiss shut. Time seemed to stop. Nothing mattered anymore, not the fireworks above us, the crowd around us, our teams cheering and whistling. Nothing. Just us. Charles and I in this moment.

Chapter 29 - and with that the 2022 season is over… let’s give our two lovebirds some downtime to recharge the batteries… 2023 is going to be… well you’ll see 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Jealousy, Jealousy. | e. olsen

summary: in which a disrespectful interviewer causes lizzie to feel the need to show you just who you belong to.

warnings: top!lizzie, jealousy (obvi), brief arguing, oral, fingering, strap-on (all r receiving bc you are a bottom here and irl, deal with it), overstimulation, ooshy gooshy pussy wussy tingz, straight up porn

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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The interview had been going smoothly so far. The woman had only stuck to questions about the movie. You and Lizzie's publicists had well warned all the interviewers that day to not ask anything related to your relationship. If they weren't told to not ask, all your interviews would consist of them invading your privacy. It was hard having a relationship in the public eye, but most of the interviewers had been respectful.

Except this one.

She was the last interviewer of the day, and while her questions were rather boring, you were grateful they weren't too deep and didn’t required too much cognitive thought. You didn't think you could answer one more question about how you get into character, or even worse, Downey's luxury trailer that everyone was asking every member of the cast about.

When the woman looked to you and said, "Now y/n, I've been meaning to ask you something very important," you gritted your teeth and braced for her to ask about you and Lizzie's relationship. Lizzie, who was sat right beside you, even quietly sighed in expectance of the same thing. To your surprise, she asked something much worse. "Please tell me how you manage to squeeze into that tight suit."

Your eyebrows raised in shock. The suit your character wore was a very form-fitting one, tight indeed. You opened your mouth to answer, but she added, "I mean, don't get me wrong. None of us are complaining. If we're really being honest here," she leaned forward and placed her notecards over her mouth to playfully whisper, "It's really the only reason I go watch these movies."

She leaned away from you and laughed, and you politely laughed with her, feeling your cheeks burn red. You couldn't help yourself--you stole a glance to Lizzie. She was wearing a loose white button-up with the first few buttons open, the collar flared casually at her shoulders. Her dirty blonde hair rested in a wave down her chest, and you noticed the way she was pursing her lips and squinting at the interviewer as if expecting her to explain herself.

You quickly glanced away. "Um... well, they tailor the suit to fit me—the wonderful heads of the costume department work really hard to—"

The interviewer bluntly interrupted you, "You look incredibly sexy in all these movies. I mean, just sitting here in front of you all I can picture is that suit and, wow!" She giggled rather tackily and fanned herself with the notecards as if she was overheating.

You weren't good with these kinds of situations, so you just opted to match her energy to not come off as rude. You laughed and rubbed your sweaty palms over the pants of your jumpsuit before crossing your legs. "Well, thank you. I, um, really appreciate it."

With another glance to Lizzie, you noticed her giving a smile that only you could realize was fake. She was looking off towards the camera, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. You could tell she was trying to not look too irritated.

"Now, I haven't seen the movie yet," the interviewer continued, "And I know you can't tell us much about it, but I have been seeing a lot of discourse online about a possible nude scene?"

Your face went bright red at such a forward question, and Lizzie cleared her throat, putting her chin in her hand and staring hard at the interviewer with nothing but daggers in her eyes. She was biting her lip to keep from sassing off, and you almost wished she would so that you didn't have to answer the question.

"Well, this is a Marvel movie, so I think that pretty much answers the question," you awkwardly laughed, feeling like all the air had gone out of the room. Lizzie's anger was basically radiating off her, and she wasn't even trying to hide it anymore, basically scowling at the clueless woman.

"Ugh!" the interviewer sighed, "I was really hoping it was true."

You tightened your lips and simply nodded, also becoming irritated, but mostly nervous because you felt you could basically hear Lizzie's thoughts.

"Very sorry to disappoint," you said as politely as you could, clasping your palms together.

Lizzie licked her lips and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and legs, obviously deciding to tune out the rest of the interview. You answered the rest of her questions as best you could, even having to answer for Lizzie a few times because you knew if Lizzie opened her mouth, nothing but insults would come out.

The ride home was, as expected, quiet. They usually were after those long press days when you had spoken so much all day that you reveled in just existing wordlessly next to one another in peaceful quiet. Lizzie held your hand as she drove the both of you home, but you could tell she was still mad. It seemed like she was mad at you, actually, which you felt she had no reason to be. Not wanting to get her all angry while she was driving, you waited until you arrived home to ask her about it.

Lizzie tossed her car keys onto the entrance table and immediately went into the kitchen. You set your bag down and followed her, watching her reach into the wine cabinet and take out a bottle and a glass.

"Don't tell me you're mad at me," you started off hot, crossing your arms. She was turned away from you as she wordlessly poured herself a glass of wine. "Really? The silent treatment?"

Lizzie brought the glass towards her mouth before pausing to sigh. "I don't wanna talk about it." Her voice was deeper than usual, monotonous and bitter.

You ignored her request. "How am I supposed to control what people say to me? I'm not God."

Lizzie turned towards you just to roll her eyes. "Don't be dramatic."

"Me being dramatic?" you scoffed. "You're taking your anger out on me for something that isn't my fault."

"Well maybe I wouldn't be so angry if you hadn't flirted back with her," she snapped before taking a heavy sip of her wine.

Your eyes widened at her accusation. Stomping towards you, you took the glass right out of her mouth and set it down on the counter. She wiped away the wine that had spilled on her lips and stared vehemently down at you.

"Lizzie, how was I flirting back with her?" you asked her calmly, not wanting to get into your first screaming match with her. You could tell she was upset, and this was the first time something like this happened.

Lizzie was not up for matching your calmness. "Thank youuuu, I appreciate it so muchhhhh," she mocked what you had said in the interview in a high-pitched tone while batting her eyelashes. "Oh, I'm so sorry to disappoint youuuu, awww." She rolled her eyes and walked away from you.

Your appalled eyes followed her. "I did not say it like that!"

"You did," she muttered as she went up the stairs. You quickly followed right behind her, where she led you into the bedroom.

She went to the mirror in front of the dresser and started pulling off her rings and earrings, setting them down on top of the wooden surface. You kicked your heels off and tossed them in the corner. "You're being ridiculous," you mumbled as you took your own jewelry off and set it on the nightstand.

"So now I'm ridiculous?" Lizzie echoed you as she started to unbutton her blouse in front of the mirror, discreetly watching you in it.

"That's what I said," you snapped, slamming your necklace down on the nightstand and looking at her through the mirror.

"You know what?!" Lizzie exclaimed once her shirt was all the way unbuttoned, turning around to look at you. You could see her black bra and toned stomach through the opening in her shirt. She started to undo the button of her black pants as she exclaimed, "I am SO sorry for not liking the thought of another person thinking about you naked."

"Lizzie, that's just something you're gonna have to fucking deal with!" you yelled right back at her as you reached behind to undo your jumpsuit, struggling to reach the zipper at the top. "I mean, have you SEEN the shit people write about you on Tumblr?!"

Lizzie kicked her pants off and sighed, watching you struggle with your jumpsuit. It was true, after all. Maybe she was being irrational. Maybe her anger made her remember your responses to the interviewer's outrageous questions as something they were not.

After watching you struggle, she scoffed and came closer to you, turning you around sharply. You stumbled slightly under the force of her hand, scoffing right back at her as she moved your hair away from your back and gently undid the zipper of your suit.

"She knew not to talk about our relationship, which means she knew we were together, which means she blatantly disrespected that right in front of me," Lizzie said quietly, pulling your zipper all the way down to your lower back before sliding the silky fabric off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, revealing just your lacy underwear. It just so happened to be a pair she picked out for you recently, and seeing that you chose to wear them that day was enough to make her feel like an asshole.

You slowly turned around to stare up at her from under your brows. "You're really going to let some bimbo get you all riled up?"

Lizzie pursed her lips and raked her eyes over your figure. You reached up and pulled her blouse off her, pushing her hair behind her shoulders so you could wrap your arms around them. She slid her arms around your torso and sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry," she whispered, a shadow of a smile crossing her lips.

"You should be," you playfully jested as her hands roamed over your ass, her thumbs hooking the hem of your panties and tugging them downwards.

A smirk glowed on her face as she bit the inside of her cheek, eyes falling down your figure. "I'm the one who gets to see you naked," she whispered as she began to tug your panties farther down over your thighs. She stepped closer to you, moving you towards the bed until your ass pressed against it. With a hand to your chest, she slowly pushed you onto the bed and stood between your legs, pulling your underwear down your knees while her dark eyes drank in the sight of you. "Do you think she believes she could fuck you better than I can?"

The initial smile on your face faded. "Lizzie, don't go in circles with me. You said you were sorry, so can we please stop talking about—"

Your panties dropped to the floor, and she harshly jerked your legs wide open. The force cut your sentence off with a quick exhalation of breath, but you still shot her daggers anyway.

"I want you to answer me," she lulled, pressing her palms flat on your knees and gliding them down to your inner thighs. "Do you think she could fuck you better than I can?" Her voice lowered seriously, which brought a shiver in your spine.

You sat up on your elbows. "Lizzie, no."

Instantly, she pushed you back down much harder than the first time. Your breath gasped from your lungs as your back hit the mattress, and through your peripheral vision you watched Lizzie lower to the ground. Raising your head, your eyes met hers. Her face was hovering between your thighs, arms laying flat on your hips so that her hands could reach the handles of your waist and squeeze.

"We'll see how you really feel once I'm done with you," she husked before dropping her head to press a kiss to your inner thigh. You jolted at the feeling, taking a deep breath as she started to ferociously kiss and bite your tender flesh. Her fingertips dug into your waist as her mouth moved further upwards, but instead of moving to where you were growing needy for her, she skipped a few kisses across your mound before attaching to your other inner thigh.

Your breathing grew heavy as Lizzie continued this torture until finally she rose up a bit and centered her mouth right above your core. She opened her mouth and fanned her warm breath over you, causing you to shiver.

"Lizzie," you breathed, looking down at her dreadfully. She raised her eyebrows impishly before letting her tongue lick a line over the left side of your slit, getting all but what you wanted. She administered the same torture to the right side, and her tongue being so close to your area that was growing wetter and wetter was driving you crazy. Just her warm breath fanning on your clit was killing you.

"Stop teasing!" you whined quietly, pouting and bucking your hips up towards her face. She quickly pressed your hips back down onto the mattress and shot you a threatening glare.

Finally, she pressed her tongue into your clit firmly. "Oh," you sighed, your head falling back onto the mattress as she drew long strides up your slit with your tongue, collecting all your wetness. Lizzie moaned at the taste of you, her own breaths getting heavier. She focused on your clit, giving it soft kitten licks with the tip of her tongue. Your knees bent up around her, feet planting on her shoulders for support.

Her hands slid to your thighs and braced them around her head as she devoured you. Your juices were mixing with her saliva and coating all your surrounding skin. When her tongue, warm and thick, slid to your entrance and pressed inside, the gasp that struck from your throat into the air was inevitable. She pressed her tongue as far inside you as possible, opening her jaws wide to allow a deeper angle. Her tongue lapped around your walls, soaking itself in your cum.

"Lizzie," you whined, hands finding her soft hair and tangling themselves in it. Your hips were grinding up against her face now, and when her fingers moved down to rub your clit simultaneously, the room started to spin.

The air grew thick and heavy as she pleasured you, keeping your arching hips as still as she could with one hand. You nearly cried when her tongue slid out of you and her fingers moved away, but she was only switching positions. Now, her lips were sucking onto your clit, and her two middle fingers dove into you, jutting so hard that her knuckles slammed against you. Her fingertips curled instantly upon their arrival inside, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"Fuck!" you whined, back arching off the bed as she began thrusting her fingers in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wetness filled the room, along with your soft moans and Lizzie's occasional grunt. When a third finger was pushed inside of you, you could feel a swirling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You ground your hips into her, taking all that she was giving you. Right when you were on the precipice, Lizzie stood up and wiped her mouth, sucking your juice off her fingers until they were clean.

The absence of her mouth and fingers left you feeling empty and agitated. You whined and covered your face with your hands, letting your legs fall against the side of the bed. "Please," you begged, removing your hands and opening your eyes to see that Lizzie was reaching into the closet. You sat up on your elbows, watching her as she pulled a harness over her legs, a long and thick dildo swinging from her crotch. She turned to you, her hair cascading over her shoulder as she sauntered towards you with her strap in her hand.

"If I can't show her that you're mine," she began, and while the mention of the interviewer brought you more dread, you felt excitement within you when she slid an arm under you and pulled you sharply so that your ass was hanging off the very edge of the bed. She stood upright and looked down to align her strap with your entrance, nearly seething through her lower teeth as she finished, "I'll show you."

Lizzie's strap slid inside your wet and already throbbing hole to the very hilt, filling you up entirely inside. Your mouth flew open, fists grabbing at the sheets as she began jackhammering into you. Your legs lifted weakly around her, and she grabbed hold of your ankles and lifted them to her shoulders so that your legs were straight up in the air. The angle allowed her to push deeper inside you, her strap stretching your walls out around it. You were seeing stars as she pounded you, your entire body moving along with her motions.

"You're mine and no one else's," Lizzie grunted in punctuation to her thrusts, clenching her teeth and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. "I get to fuck you. It's my cock that fucks you—no one else's." She let out a shaky breath and started to slam faster into you. "You're mine and so is this pussy. Just look how wet you are for me."

Indeed, your slick had coated the inside of your thighs and was now rubbing off on hers, shiny threads clinging to her strap each time it slid out before diving back in again. As if she couldn't torture you anymore, her fingers found your burning clit and rubbed it.

Your ankles hooked around her neck, knees squeezing shut as you became overstimulated. There was so much pressure inside you that you felt as if you could cum, but she had you stuck right on the edge. She shoved your knees apart again, grabbing your hips and slamming them towards you. She pushed you back up before pulling you onto her again, jutting her hips forward to burrow as deeply into you as possible. There was a cocky grin on her face as she started this pattern of slamming you onto her with each of her thrusts. The force was blissful and painful, and it was enough to send you over that edge only moments after.

"Lizzie!" you whined as you came, arching entirely off the bed and trying to squeeze your legs shut again. She kept them wide open around her, painfully gripping your calf. She fucked you right through your first orgasm, keeping herself inside you as she kneeled onto the bed and adjusted you further up the mattress.

Kneeling over you, she bent your legs to your chest, effectively folding you in half before resuming her merciless pace. You were on bordering tears now as her cock destroyed your sensitive and burning pussy. Lizzie's cool hand caressed the side of your hot cheek, offering slight respite before you came for her again, cumming hard around her cock as tears spilled from your eyes.

"That's right, cry for me," she husked, the dirtiness in her voice heightening your climax. You were grabbing desperately onto her back, her thrusts slowing to coax you down from your height.

Lizzie finally stopped, still holding the rather painful position as she watched you gasp for breath. She was panting too, but her eyes sparkled as she admired you. Her thumb swiped a tear from your cheek, and for a moment you thought she was done.

To your unified despair and delight, she pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach and enter you again. The feeling made you cry out as her cock buried inside your tired pussy, her hips laying flat against your ass. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up as she ground herself deeply inside you. Her mouth arrived to your neck and kissed it hungrily, smearing her spit all over you.

"Lizzie, please," you whined, shifting your legs as the unbearable pressure inside you grew larger every second she fucked you. She was thrusting her hips hard against your ass, rubbing her half-naked body atop yours as she bit at your neck. Her free hand came to your throat and glided upwards over your chin, her fingers slipping into your open mouth. Your face was burning red at how dirty it was that she made you suck on her fingers as she fucked you, even though you were desperate for relief.

"Just one more for me, baby," she lilted against your ear, her warm breath fanning over your face. "Keep sucking," she commanded you, pushing her fingers farther into your mouth. You could faintly taste yourself from when she had fingered you, but all of your senses were too overwhelmed to notice.

Finally, she moved her fingers out of your mouth to reach that arm underneath you, moving her now wet fingers to your clit and rubbing it hard. She pressed her face against your shoulder as she reached below you, still humping into you.

It was all too much. Both of your naked, warm bodies rubbing together. Her hips slamming into your ass. Her cock filling you up completely. Her fingers circling your bruised clit. It was enough to send you into yet another orgasm, burying your face into the mattress and screaming as Lizzie kissed your shoulder.

"Mmmm," she hummed in satisfaction as you cried into the sheets, your body going limp beneath hers. She finally stopped, keeping her face pressed into your shoulder for leverage as she lifted her hips and undid the harness, carefully kicking it onto the floor without accidentally kicking you.

Once the harness was gone, she lifted up and gently turned you over onto your back. Your makeup was smeared all across your face now, mascara smudged under your eyes and flaming red cheeks. She went to lay between your legs, but you slammed them shut and twisted them to the side so that she wouldn't. Lizzie chuckled at the action but respected it, instead laying over your hips and wrapping her arms around your twisted torso.

She pecked kisses against your cheek, humming with each one, moving towards your mouth before giving you a gentle kiss there. You were too dazed to even comprehend the kiss, which made her grin.

"Is that what people write about me on Tumblr?"

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #lesbian #lgbt #marvel #smut #nsft #top!lizzie #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #scarlet witch

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shadowbriar · 10 months

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Druig - Delirium

Pairing : Druig x Reader (she/her) Word Count : 4.3k Warning : Medications. Hallucination. Angst. Let me know if I miss anything. Synopsis : He is her favourite worst nightmare, dressed as her knight in shining armour at night before fading as the sun rises. Notes : Inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine. I recommend listening to it while reading. Please let me know if any part of this fic is offensive. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

There it is again. The sense of familiarity, comfort she couldn’t find elsewhere, warmth that fills her heart full like no other. It was not because of the peaceful night nor was it because of the cup of hot chocolate in her hand. It was not because of the heat from the fireside. Certainly not from the shrieking sound the fan was making. It was not from the ticking of the clock by the table. It was not from any of them.

She stares at him with heart eyes. He was resting his chin to his palm, elbow posted on the sofa. It was as if she was gazing into a mirror. He reflects the admiration, the same intensity of affection and love she tries to show him. They were smiling. Basking into the beautiful sight of each other’s lovesick expression.

But her heart was heavy. She could feel the bitter truth that is slowly seeping in. A cold raging storm with no chance of mercy, one that would pierce through her skin and leave marks she’d never be able to heal. No matter how hard her head tries to turn deaf from all the warnings in the back of her mind, she knows that this too will end soon.

“You’re kinda cute,” She comments.

The boy laughs, “Kinda?”

She only nods. She places the mug to the table, now running her hand to his hair while the other rests on top of his arm. She watches as each strand escapes her gentle grasp. The way they seem to fall into place like puzzle pieces, each contributing to the beauty of the bigger picture— him.

“I..” She whispers, her tone shaking from intense emotions “I love you.”

He smiles. The kind of smile you see on people who are deeply in love. The kind of smile you give to someone you’d lie your life on the line for. The kind of smile she could never get from anyone else, one he never showed to anyone else.

He took her hand that was running through his hair and kissed her palm. He places it to his cheek, closing his eyes as if he wanted to melt into her touch. She could sense that he wanted to stay too. To live in this moment forever. She’s seen that look on his face one too many times, hear his reluctant sigh for one too many times too. But in the end, he would always be the one strongest of them two. To be the one to get up from the sofa first.

“I love you,” He says as he stares into her eyes “I love you beyond your imagination.”

“I know.”

That apologetic look now clouds his face. The very expression she hates most to see from him. It has become her constant reminder that this was all just a dream. A recurring dream that haunts her night, daunting her days as she tries to find the underlying answers. In a minute or two now she would wake up and find herself alone in her apartment, clutching into her blankets as she tries to fill in the void in her chest with its meaningless warmth. The void where he’s supposed to fill in.

“Can’t I just stay here?” She pleaded even though she knew what his answer would be. She’s heard it a million times now “I don’t want to leave.”

The boy didn’t answer. Instead, he pulls her for a close embrace, resting her head to his chest. She could smell his perfume, feel the steady beating of his heart, and painfully hear the shuddering sigh he let go. He doesn’t want her to leave either.

“You know where to find me,” He cuddles her tighter, afraid that she would look up and see the tears welling on his eyes “I’ll always be here.”

—-

“Are you okay?”

She blinks as her friend reaches for her hand, bursting her bubble of thought. It took her a couple seconds to process her surroundings. Lord knows just how long she was out of touch. She couldn’t recall the last thing her friend was saying. Her mind was busy trying to cling onto the crumbles of last night’s dream that is slowly slipping out of her grasp, erasing the details of her blissful moment with him.

“Yeah, sorry,” She says with a tight smile “You were saying?”

Her friend sighs, eyebrows pinched on a worried expression, “Are you sure you’re alright? Is it about that dream again?”

Her shoulder tenses. She knew just how ridiculous she looked in her friend’s eyes. To be so bothered by a dream, a silly dream about a boy so perfect yet she couldn’t really recognise who. She knew that no one would understand the distress it brought her. She knew that no one would understand how happy she was in that dream, only to wake up feeling empty and hollow. She knew that no one would understand how tortured she was inside.

Back when she first had those dreams, she didn’t know how else she could find out about him but to ask around. She’d asked her friends, even her family, if they ever knew him. A boy with dark brown hair, clearest blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile. She’s tried all the possible approaches to find the least bit of information about him but it was to no avail. No one knew him. Not even a name.

“Are you taking your medications?” Her friend asks softly “Are you still going to therapy?”

Medications. Therapy. The two things that are just as pointless as her effort in finding him. None of it works. Not even after she got bigger and bigger doses than the previous. Her sleep was always peaceful yet her mind was troubled. There was no way out. No escape from this maze.

“Yeah, I do.” She nods, lying “I’m seeing my therapist again next week.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She smiles, looking away from her friend.

She knew that she was losing it. That the line of reality and fantasy has blurred ever since he came to her dreams. He was just a piece of her illusion. A vision of a perfect life where she shared it with him, a life where she is his and he is hers, a life where she knew his name.

You know where to find me..

—-

His hand was holding hers while the other was on the steering wheel, driving her home under the heavy rain. The night was cold but it never bothers her. Not when his warm smile and gentle strokes are here. The world could freeze to death and she would still find herself blissfully in love.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I want to feel the rain.”

He turns to her with a growing grin before parking the car to the side of the road. Her giddy squeals erupted as she opened the car door, running out and feeling the rain drops on her skin. She was soaked in no time, showered under the rain that seems to be falling even harder with each of her laughter. Her shoes are now full of water but she couldn’t care less. She was happy.

He joins her not long after, scooping her by the waist and turning her around. They were dancing under the rain to a silent song that only the two of them could listen to. The whole world was theirs. No other pair of eyes to judge, no other mouth to question if she was sane, no other disapproving look of others. Just them two and the rain.

She clings her arms to his neck. Her vision was blurry from the water drops on her lashes but her attention was fixated on him. The way water drips from the tip of his nose, the crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and the flush of redness on his cheeks. Beautiful would be an understatement for the sight she’s seeing right now.

“I love you!” She yells with a big smile.

“I know!” He yells back “I love you too!”

She pulls him for a kiss. A desperate, hungry one as she tries to eliminate any possible space between them. He was warm, the only source of heat in this cold night. He was her sun, her light, be it a dream or reality. She knew that she would always gravitate towards him, orbiting around him like a satellite.

The happiness he’s brought to her has always been so intoxicating. It always came like a tidal wave, washing over her with delightful electricity. Her skin burns in glory whenever they touch. Heart full and content and it was because of this pleasant hypnotic moment that she always forgot about the one thing troubling her mind— his name.

“I love you so much.” He breathes out “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

—-

“Do you still have that dream?”

She looks up to her therapist with blank eyes. The question feels like a buzzing sound in her ears. She knew what he was asking, one of the template questions he always asks, and she couldn’t care less about it. Her mind is once again stuck in a loop, playing the bits of dream that slowly dissipates to thin air.

She could still feel the raindrop on her skin, the heat of his body, the way his lips taste as they kiss under the rain. She could feel the damp feeling of her socks. How her clothes were sticking to her skin uncomfortably. She could recall the way his eyes twinkle under the road light. He was beautiful. A sight she could never erase yet unable to engrave to her memory at the same time.

“No,” She lies “I don’t dream about him anymore.”

Her therapist nods, making notes to his book, “And are the medications working well for you?”

I wouldn’t know, I never take it. “Yes.”

“Good,” He says again “I’ll write you the same medications then since it’s worked best so far.”

She turns her eyes out of the window, trying to distract her mind. She could see cars passing by, people walking and the way the leaves move from the wind. Everything seems to be so normal. So dull compared to the life she lives in her dreams. Everything is amplified there, brighter and much more astonishing than her real life. If only she could live there forever.

“Can I ask something?” She says, still looking out.

“Go on.”

“How would one know when they’re going mad?”

Her therapist’s brows furrow, “Why?”

“Just a thought.” She says with a shrug, now looking back at him “What differs a mad person’s mind than a sane one? Do they have a different world in their head?”

“Is there something you wanted to tell me about?”

She bites her inner cheek. Frustrated at the questions thrown back at her. She wanted answers. She wanted to know that she wasn’t going insane. That it was normal for someone to feel lost and empty the way that she’s feeling. That it was normal for someone to crave the touch of someone she knew nothing about. That it was normal for someone to be chasing the dream that is haunting her for the worst.

“No,” She shakes her head “Like I said, just a thought.”

Her therapist nods once again, dismissing her question. She let out a sigh, unsure if she was relieved of his apathetic gesture or if she should be offended that her own therapist gave no regards about her questions. She bites on her nail. A little part of her heart was looking forward to tonight, to feel his pleasant touch and hear his delightful laughter, but she knew that one of these days she’d succumb completely to insanity.

A price she wasn’t sure is too high to pay for.

—-

She stares at his bare back with a smile. He was still sleeping, an arm placed around her waist securely. His light snoring sounds like a beautiful lullaby that would lull her to sleep. Her finger lightly traces his exposed skin, joining the dots of his moles that seem to be a beautiful constellation of its own.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. She was mesmerised to say the least. Everything about him is just so enchanting. Like she was bewitched body and soul, having no power to fight his stirring charms. Never has she ever felt such intense emotions for someone, be it in dreams or reality.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Her smile widens as he starts to wake up, “Hello, you.”

“Hello, my lady,” He says lazily, still with closed eyes but with a growing grin to his face “You’re beautiful.”

“You haven’t even opened your eyes.”

“I don’t need to. I know that you are, you’re always beautiful.”

She let out a chuckle. Now inching closer to him, planting a small kiss to the tip of his nose that made his smile even wider. She studies his face, noticing all the beauty marks and features of his face. She knew that she’d stared at him one too many times already but it feels like the first time everytime. Feeling the same deep admiration and awe every time. He was the definition of perfection itself.

“Open your eyes,” She whispers “Let me see them.”

He did as he was told. They were so close now that their breath fans each other’s face, tickling each other as they rub their noses. His forehead now rests on hers. Her hand finds its way to his hair while he is pulling her body closer to him. Their legs were entangled together, locking each other in place.

“I love you,” He says.

She nods, smiling. He’s told her those three words for a millionth time now yet it still gives her the same butterflies as if it was the first time. She could never tire of hearing it. How melodious it sounds whenever he utters it, be it in a whisper or a shout. Those words will always be the anchor to her world.

“I love you,” He says again, giving a peck to her left cheek “I love you,” A peck to her right cheek “I love you,” A peck to her forehead “I love you,” A peck to her nose “I love you,” And a kiss to her lips.

Her heart nearly explodes. He is everything to her. The answer to all her questions, the angel to all her nightmares, the cure to all her torments. This boy is everything and more. She wishes that she could tell him. She wishes that she could tell him just how much he means to her. Perhaps then he would be willing to stay, to come out of her dreams and be in her life at last. But it was just too high of a price. To risk everything by cutting a straight line on their blurred lines. It was lovely to be laying here with him between comfort and chaos, and for now it was enough.

“I love you,” She whispers back “I love you beyond words.”

He was still smiling, now drawing circles on her back with his thumb. She feels safe in his embrace. Nothing could harm her now, no troubles would be in her mind if he’s here. He is her lifebuoy, her light in the end of the tunnel. Everything is perfect, just like he is.

But that glimmer in his eyes soon dims down, as does his smile. That apologetic look clouds his eyes once more and she knows that her time is running up. That this comfort is once again taken away from her grasp too soon.

“Please,” She begs, closing her eyes “A little longer.”

Tears were starting to form. She knew that she could only take so much of this beating. That her heart was growing weary, mind aching from all the torture. It is only a matter of time now before she completely goes mental and the only thing she fears of that outcome is if he wouldn’t be there anymore.

“We have to go.” He says softly, voice creaking from the reluctance.

She opens her eyes, staring into him that is now fighting to not let the tears fall too.

“I love you,” He whispers “You know that, don’t you?”

She nods with a weak smile.

He kisses her once more. She could feel the heartbreak in his lips. How the bitterness seemed to be poisoning them yet they couldn’t stop sucking it in. They need this, no matter how broken they would be in the end. They would do it a thousand times more even if they have to glue the shattered pieces of themselves with their bare hands.

Now he was driving her on a route that felt familiar but she couldn’t recognise still. She knew that he was taking the long way home, trying to stall time as much as he could. One of his hands is interlocking hers, giving it squeezes of assurance every now and then yet it seemed to be losing its touch tonight. The troubles in her heart seem to amplify the moment she peels herself off of the bedsheets. Tonight wouldn’t end as their previous nights, she could feel it.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I just—” She pauses, losing her words “Please, stop the car.”

It feels like a bitter déjà vu. The car stopped on the side of the road, light illuminating them from outside, but the comfort couldn’t be further away. Before, it was filled with warmth, golden, like gazing into the first light of the sun in the morning, but now it feels distant, like a dark cloud is slowly pooling above their heads, ready to strike them with thunder.

She looks down to their hands. He was still holding her. His eyes glued on her, she could feel it without looking up. He must have that worried look on his face, how his brows would furrow and lips formed into a light frown. It pains her to know that she’s causing them this much turmoil.

“I love you,” She whispers with pain in her tone “But I’m fading.”

She could see his jaw tenses. Like the rug has finally been yanked off of his feet. He looked like he had anticipated this but was still unnerved nonetheless. He holds her hand a little tighter as if fearing that she would let go. He turned his position, fully facing her now with that pleading eyes but still remained quiet.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” She asks silently.

The boy bites his tongue.

It was an unfamiliar vile feeling. She’s never gone down this path, always going with the flow the dream wants to carry them that night, but tonight was different. She was slipping away. Her fortress was crumbling and though she wouldn’t mind sacrificing sanity for him, she knew that happy ending wasn’t on their stars.

“I love you,” He chokes out “So much.”

“I know, I know.”

He pulls her close, resting their foreheads together. His eyes were closed but she couldn’t find it in her to do the same, wanting to take in everything about him before she lost him completely. She would miss the way his nose would brush into hers, the way his chest vibrates every time he laughs, and the way his eyes would radiate so much love that she swears could fix her broken bones.

“It’s not real,” She whispers in defeat “You don’t exist.”

He opens his eyes, staring back at her as if he has so much to say but unable to let it escape his lips.

He cups her cheeks, cradling her gently and pulls her close, grazing her heart with every touch of their lips. His fingertips feel cold, burning her skin and tainting it with invisible marks. The salty taste of tears began to pollute their kiss as she couldn’t hold them any longer. He still kisses her slowly, gently savouring their last moment whilst silently praying that time could freeze itself and let them live here instead.

“Druig..”

It was as if he was stupefied. She opens her eyes, blinking to let the sudden call of his name sink in. His body froze, colour draining from his face. Everything suddenly makes sense. Like a wire was finally plugged in, the missing jigsaw falling into pieces. She knew everything now, understood everything but one.

He licks his lower lip, a habit she’s come to understand that he does when he is nervous. The boy, Druig, now looks away. He pulled away and created some distance between them. Now her heart was filled with anger and disappointment. As if she’s finally catching him red handed, busting him in such a crime she could never forgive him for.

“Druig,” She calls again, this time with a firmer tone “Why?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Druig says, his eyes brimming with tears “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“About what?”

He froze once more. She could see the guilt washing over him like a sticky muck. He was crying. Gone was the bright and radiant Druig, corrupted by shame and sorrow he couldn’t conceal from her. He was broken. Perhaps much more shattered than she was. The burden crushing him down was much greater than her.

Perhaps it’s true what those wise men said. With great power comes great responsibility. Great sacrifices one could never be able to pay for yet are still taken from them.

“You weren’t supposed to remember,” He croaks “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let this happen for so long.”

His eyes were starting to glow. A foreign form of fear crept into her, as if she understood where it would lead them but hardly recognised it. She places her hands to his cheeks in instinct, trying to cancel whatever it is he was ready to do. She can’t lose him. Not like this.

“Druig, please,” She begs “Look at me.”

He remains still, cold as stone.

She rests her forehead on his, begging, “Darling, please, give us just a minute.”

The glow on his eyes slowly dims down, returning the blue colour of his irises. He stares at her with a pained look. Like whatever he was planning to do hurts him physically. She could see the ache he’s trying so hard to ignore. He was always the strongest one out of them two, always the one with the stronger moral compass, but it never meant that it hurt him any less.

“I have to do this,” Druig chokes out, tears staining his cheeks.

“I know, my Love, I know.” She replies “But just give us a minute, yeah? Let me remember you for the last time.”

Druig reluctantly nods. He pulls away a little, studying her features as if he couldn’t draw her from memory. He’s lived on this planet for thousands of years, met countless people, seen millions of faces but none could ever be as significant as her. No one could ever hold half the beauty she has, hold a smidge of magnetism she has. No one could ever be as much of a weakness for him like her.

She runs her fingers to his hair, combing it gently and trying to record the feeling of each strand escaping her grasp. A sorrowful smile now decorating her face. One he likes least of her but still finds it beautiful nonetheless. It was all the both of them could really hold onto in this moment, beauty.

“I love you, Druig.” She whispers, her lips tugging into a melancholy smile that would be the death of him tonight “I love you so much that I pity you.”

He closes his eyes, trying to melt into her touch.

“I might forget all of this, but you.. You have to live with it for the rest of your time.” She cries as she holds him tenderly “My poor boy.”

Druig’s tears fall even harder. His body was trembling, trying to bottle his emotions that have certainly leaked out now. He hates how she understands him so well. He hates how she understood his pain, how it feels like she could feel the torture he’s been in eversince he erased her memory the first time. He wished that he could just take all of their pain away, make him be the only one to succumb into the ironic trope of star crossed lovers they seem to be fated in.

“I never wanted this for you.” Druig sobs “I’m sorry.”

“I know, I understand.”

He lets out a pained chuckle. She was supposed to be screaming at him, punching him and hurting him from all the pain he’s brought into her life. He couldn’t decide if the deep devotion she has for him was a blessing or a curse. It hurts him either way yet he wouldn’t wish for any other outcome.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” Druig calls, taking the hand that was combing his hair to his chest “Know that my heart beats for you, always.”

She nods, smiling, “I know.”

Druig lets out a shuddering sigh. He squared his shoulders, getting ready to do what has been demanded of him a long time ago. He flashes her a warm smile, the most genuine he could to try and help ease her worry. But she was never worried about herself, not about this. All she could think about is the loneliness that would engulf him once more. Navigating his way on this planet alone without her to hold his hand.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

She nods weakly, smiling.

He leans in with a smile, kissing her gently and tenderly. His thumb caresses her cheeks, trying to erase the tears that are still flowing down. He hoped that his touch would provide her the same comfort and love as the one she’s giving to him. He hoped that his strokes could distract her mind from the bitterness of they’re upcoming ending. He hoped that his kiss would be a good enough gesture to close their chapter.

And on that morning, she wakes up without a void in her heart for the very first time.

#druig #druig x reader #druig x you #druig x y/n #druig x oc #druig angst #druig fluff

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evil-feather · 5 months

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Pairing: MissPeregrineXMissCuckoo

Warnings: sickness but comfort :)

Word count: 1807

Tags: @sam1kath @vykanya @mmemalwa @msperegrinesimp @l-lizzy-y

Notes: I know I know, this took me ages, terribly sorry about that. Also about one tiny thing (because it bothers me somehow): I settled for Fay as Alma's nickname given by Isabel YEARS ago and I actually find it cute to this day. I did cringe the hell when I wrote this because I don't wanna write my name in there so we'll just pretend like I'm not called Fay, right? Thanks🥲

Anyways another thing, there will be a little bonus "chapter" coming soon, as an apology :)

Oh and please let me know if you liked it!! <3

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It was a normal day, really.

The children were playing in the garden while the birds were chirping outside and the sun was shining through the big kitchen window.

Alma was teaching the last lesson for the Ymbrynes in training while Isabel was standing in the kitchen washing the dishes from lunch.

Just as she had put the last plate into the cupboard she could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

She looked out of the kitchen and saw the class coming downstairs and separating themselves to go into the garden or the living room.

Isabel smiled slightly as she watched the few girls that went outside to enjoy the sun.

She put the towel away and made her way upstairs to the classroom that was full of students not even a minute ago.

The door was slightly open so she knocked and pushed the door all the way open.

The huge classroom came into view, with large windows and the wall plastered with pictures and posters.

At the end of the room sat a tiny woman on a desk that was way too big for her, leaning over some books and papers.

She looked up when she heard Isabel enter the room and gave her a weak smile.

"I see you are still working," Isabel chuckled as she made her way through the classroom.

Alma mustered her shortly before returning her gaze to the papers in front of her.

"I'd also love it if this paperwork did itself but sadly…," she sighed slightly as she gestured at her desk.

Isabel took a look at the papers, now standing on the other side of the desk.

Then she whispered: "Looks awfully boring."

She looked up and met Alma's face just a few inches from hers. There was a small smile on her face from the comment but there was also something different.

Quickly Isabel noted mentally, how tired Alma looked. She would make sure that she got to rest later.

Isabel leaned forward a little and dropped a kiss on the small woman's lips before she stood up again.

"I'll bring you some tea and then we can maybe get some things done together, I also need to prepare some lessons."

Her eyes met the green ones opposite of her and they seemed to shine a bit more than before.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," Alma smiled.

"Anything for my favorite falcon," she laughed, making her way back to the door.

She heard Alma chuckle in the back but when she turned her face again, Alma's nose was already stuck in the papers again.

So she made her way to the kitchen to boil some water.

In the meantime, she collected all the things she might need to work on the next lesson.

When everything was there and the tea on a tray, Isabel left the kitchen but before she could make her way back to the classroom she bumped into Emma.

"- my, I'm so sorry Emma."

"Oh Miss, I was actually looking for you! Do you have a minute?"

Isabel looked at the tray in her hand, then at the blonde girl in front of her.

She sighed, putting everything on a cupboard and following Emma to the garden.

They stopped under a small tree where Bronwyn and Millard were sitting, a massive book in their lap.

Isabel raised her eyebrow and looked at the three children in front of her with a questioning expression on her face.

"Uhm-, well, we know that you two aren't the biggest fans of celebrating your birthdays and all that," Emma started slowly, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she spoke.

"We still wanted to make something for Miss Peregrine," Millard finished quickly.

Isabel's face softened and a small smile formed on her lips.

"And how can I help you with that?" she carefully put her hand between Emma's to stop her from picking her skin and returned her gaze to the two children under the tree.

Emma's gaze flicked to her hands and the Ymbryne beside her before going to the book in Bronwyn's hand.

"We started to collect pictures from the past weeks and months since a lot has happened and changed," Millard explained.

"And we have collected them into one big album," Bronwyn said, gesturing to the book in her lap.

"We were wondering if you might want to add something yourself."

The Ymbryne thought about it for a short while, then she shrugged lightly.

"I don't think I have anything newer that I could add."

"Nah, we already have newer pictures of you two-," the invisible boy blurted out.

"Millard!" Emma tried to shush him.

Isabel narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Emma who suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

She sighed and agreed that she'd see what she could find.

Leaving the kids to discuss the rest, she made her way back inside.

The tea had gone cold so she brought it back into the kitchen and quickly made a new one.

Finally, she reached the classroom with a delay of 47 minutes.

Carefully not to startle Alma, she knocked on the door.

When no answer came she knocked a second time and after being left in silence again, she slowly pushed the door open.

She nearly dropped the tray when the room came into view.

Quickly she put it onto the nearest table and rushed to the oaken desk.

Alma was lying with her head on the desk, looking incredibly pale.

When Isabel carefully laid her hand on the younger woman's forehead to check her temperature, she noticed how warm she was.

She cursed internally for not doing something when she had noticed an hour ago that something was wrong.

Gently she started to nudge Alma's shoulder to wake her up.

After a minute she slowly started to open her eyes, tiredly blinking at Isabel until her vision became clearer.

Then in seconds, her head shot up when she realized that she was lying on her papers.

Immediately she regretted the sudden movement as her head started to hurt again and tiny black spots began to cloud her vision.

Isabel caught her head, just as she started to faint again.

"Why didn't you tell me that you felt this bad?" Isabel scolded her softly.

"It's not that bad. -'m fine," Alma whispered, barely audible.

"Yeah, I can see that," the other Ymbryne sighed. "Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Eventually, after a little bit of convincing, they made it into their shared room and Isabel got Alma to lie down.

"Stay? Please?"

Isabel sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand into hers.

"I can stay until you are asleep, but then I have to go check on the hatchlings and see what we're gonna have for dinner later."

It didn't take long until Alma was asleep. Isabel pulled the covers over the sleeping woman and did as she said, checking on the kids and Ymbrynes-in-training.

When Alma opened her eyes the next time the light in the room was dimmed and the house seemed to be quiet.

Not having the strength to stand up, she turned her head a little to the side. There was a tray on the nightstand with a small bowl and a teapot on top of it.

In the small armchair on the side of the bed sat a tall figure, cuddled in a thick blanket.

She looked up when she noticed that Alma was awake. Isabel smiled warmly at the ravenette’s tired face.

“What happened?” Alma rasped, not being able to move her head.

Isabel got up from her chair and sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand in hers.

“You are sick, and you passed out because you wouldn't stop working on your papers,” Isabel replied, a thick layer of worry in her voice.

“Nonsense, I'm not sick!” Alma murmured weakly, barely keeping her eyes open.

The other woman couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Alma's not-at-all-convincing reply.

“Well then, I made you soup. Here, you need to eat something. That shouldn't be a problem if you are not sick, right?” she teased, taking the

bowl from the nightstand and holding it out for Alma to take.

But she only groaned and threw her arm over her eyes. “Seems like you've defeated me.”

The cuckoo set down the bowl and softly squeezed the small hand she was still holding.

“Alright Fay, go back to sleep. But promise me that you'll try to eat something when you wake up the next time! It will help you get better soon!”

Alma nodded slightly but Isabel was sure that she hadn't listened to her anymore and was already asleep.

——

She didn't get better, rather the opposite.

Three days had passed since she had collapsed over her desk. She had slept through most of the days and had barely eaten nor drank anything, looking paler than ever.

“I miss my children,” Alma whined weakly.

“But you need rest!” Isabel protested, her arms crossed over her chest. This argument has been going on for a while now.

“And I promise that I will do that, it's not like I can move anyways,” the ravenette pleaded, “I just miss seeing them!”

The older Ymbryne sighed loudly.

"Fine! But if they bother you too much, I'll send them to their rooms again!”

“Deal!” Alma gave a weak smile.

Isabel nodded shortly before picking the small woman up and carrying her downstairs into the living room.

The room was quite warm and comfortable. The fire in the chimney was crackling softly and the kids were sitting splattered around in the room, some reading, some playing games, or simply talking.

However, they all looked up and happily greeted the two Ymbrynes as they entered the room.

“Your Ymbryne is still sick so please let her rest,” Isabel reminded the children as she threw the blanket over Alma's shoulders.

She left the room to make some tea and when she came back a few minutes later, Alma was fast asleep again.

Isabel noticed however that Alma seemed to be much calmer than before and she could swear that there was even a hint of a smile on her lips.

Alma was slowly getting better over the next few days.

When Isabel checked on her, the following day, she was sitting on the sofas, wrapped in a thick blanket and having little Claire in her lap.

Olive was sitting to her right and they were coloring a picture together.

It was an adorable picture, that Isabel had to pause for a minute and just watch the scene.

It was at this moment that Isabel realized that the kids really seemed to do Alma good. And from that moment on she was sure that things were gonna be okay again.

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through the hourglass 155. brb x oc

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During their visit to the clinic,Beatrice clenched the magazine in her hands while her leg bounced anxiously. Three couples entered before they did, the clinic was full to the brim. So much so that they had to take the window seats because every other seat was taken, especially the ones closest to the door.

Bradley had Nicole on his chest, their little daughter was busy chewing her teething ring while holding the hand keeping her close to him, while his other hand held onto Beatrice’s, fingers interlaced and his thumb brushing over her knuckles ever so gently.

“Baby,calm down.”

“I’m trying.”

Rooster just chuckles as he looks over towards Beatrice, her green eyes locked on the same page for almost fifteen minutes now, “You must’ve really liked that dress.” he nods towards it, “Considering you haven’t changed the page in a long time.”

She just blinked in surprise, because she didn’t even notice what she was looking at after all “Oh.” she flapped the magazine closed and sighed heavily, using her free hand to rub her face, “I feel like I’ll throw up any second but I’m not nauseous, why am I so anxious?” he opens his mouth to reply but she answers her own question, ‘Because this is a complicated pregnancy and I just want everything to go right-”

“Baby.”

“-and I’m also hiding this from our family members and I feel really guilty because they have no idea and-”

“Bea.”

“-and if they find out and get angry? I mean, it’s twins and-” Rooster’s lips connect to her cheek and she immediately stops, leaning into him and finally dropping her head to his shoulder, “I’m babbling.”

“A little, even looked like Nikki for a second,” their daughter gurgles happily in reply, “But you are nervous and it’s okay to be, you know? It really is…I’m nervous too,gorgeous.We are in the same boat.’

“Hrmm.”

“We’ll be alright.” he follows the couple who just walked out with his eyes, then turns towards Bea, “One more and then it’s us.”

“Okay.”

“You can keep holding my hand,I don’t mind.” he smirks, squeezing her hand for emphasis, which makes Bea smile and squeeze right back, rubbing his thumb with her own as they looked towards the many posters and pictures on the wall, eventually deciding to watch some tv. It was some reality show, they weren’t the biggest fans of any kind of stuff like that but it was entertaining trying to guess what it was about.

All the while Beatrice squeezed her husband’s fingers every time she felt scared or nervous, or her mind just whispered fears repeatedly. Beatrice breathed in and out so slowly that Rooster had to look over and check if she was still okay.

She was, but her eyes were closed and the one hand on her lap was curled into a fist.

Bradley smiles gently, bringing her hand to his lips, “Wanna hear something?”

Her eyes snap open in surprise, “Huh? Oh,um, sure.”

“I was part of a bet.” he says, “For the very first time since I’ve known those dumbasses,I was part of a bet.”

Beatrice blinked at him, owlishly so, then parted her lips only for her brows to furrow. Her husband? Betting? Wait, was he gambling- no. Rooster wouldn’t. God her brain was all over the place, “...what?”

“I made a bet that Jake’s kid is going to be a boy.” he smiles, “Not because I don’t think they can't have a girl but…I just feel it’ll be a little boy.”

“Oh.” she relaxes on the chair, the image of a blondish little boy with Evelyn’s eyes and skin tone appearing in her brain and she couldn’t help but smile once he showed up, “Well, it can be. They’ll have the first ultrasound next month after all. Evelyn wanted to wait more and make sure, um-” the reason for her absolute turmoil returned and she groans, deciding that right now she wasn’t going to think about it, no, that was NOT going to happen.

She wanted to have the ultrasound with her mind clear and heart light, this was not going to be the day the goblin inside of her growled words again. “Well, if it helps I think it’ll be a boy too.” she whispers, chuckling a bit to herself.

“What?” he asks once she starts laughing. “What’s funny?”

“I just…remembered something…” she smiles more, rubbing his hand, “That me,Shells and Ev talked about a few years ago.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“I don’t think I’ll have kids.”

Both Evelyn and Beatrice looked up from their notebooks to see Shells lying upside down on her bed with the pen between her teeth. The tallest of the group just stared at her in confusion, then shrugged once she said nothing else, “...and?”

“I dunno,can you imagine me being a mom?”

“I don’t know how this came up but now I’m curious.” Evelyn closes the book, “And my head hurts from studying.” she even tossed the book aside and crossed her arms as she leaned back against the wall, “What exactly brought this on?”

“You remember Sydney?”

“From Prof.Russell’s class?” Beatrice asks, closing her own notebook as well,and crossing her legs on the floor as she sits next to Evelyn, “What about her?”

“Sooo,she’s preggos.” Shells says, “With child,carrying the bean, ready to bring another soul to this world.” Shells turns towards the two, “She and her boyfriend are like, all excited talking about it and they even talked about leaving Northride to take care of the baby.”

“I mean, it makes sense.”Evelyn says, “Babies are hard work,Shells.”

“Which is why I’ll never have a child. Maybe I’ll adopt, but have one biologically? Nah.”

The two women shared a knowing look, they were aware why Shells wouldn’t want to have a child considering….everything that happened in her past and the one reason that Shells didn’t like talking about any other motherly figure that wasn’t her aunt, “Is that right?”

“Yes.” Shells then lies on her stomach, propping her chin on top of her folded arms as she looks at the two, “What about you guys? You want kids?”

“I’m not even thinking about them,right now.” Evelyn says as she stretches her arms, “Honestly I just wanna graduate,get a job and pay my loans, that’s all I want.”

“Yeah,same here.” Beatrice whispers, ‘My uncle pays well but it’s not…a lot. I’m saving money until I can move out to a better place as soon as we finish here.” Beatrice says, hugging her knees, “Besides,I don’t think I’ll have kids within this lifetime.”

“Don’t start,Babes.” Shells warns, “You know we hate when you talk like that.”

“Well…it’s true.A relationship and…stuff like that is the last thing in my mind Shells. I mean, of course I want it and dream of it but…dreams are there for a reason.” she mutters, playing with the rips on her jeans instead of looking at her friends.

Evelyn frowned, hugging the brunette sideways as she laughs softly, “I’m okay,Ev.”

“Still, you were talking shit about yourself.”

“And we,” Shells begins, “Are you friends, can’t have that.”

“...okay.” Beatrice smiles shyly, playing with her hands, “I mean…thank you.”

Shells however, surprised them again when she broke the comfortable atmosphere to say, “I think Bea will have….a girl first, and Ev too. You’d have two girls.”

“I doubt it.”

“Must thou doubt my wisdom,Simpson?”

“Yes,always.”

The blonde huffed, sitting on her knees and crossing her arms, “I just think you two are more… mom material than me. I think you two will absolutely have kids as soon as it’s possible and,” she plucks her shirt, “You’ll make me the godmother of both of them.”

Beatrice laughs while Evelyn rolls her eyes, going back to her previous position of leaning against the wall while arching her brow, “Would we? I mean, what type of idea is that?”

“A great one. I’m fun,” Shells says, spreading her fingers, “I’m crazy,” both girls nod at that, ‘I can beat someone up to defend the little babies and probably not get arrested. And I could also teach them how to surf.”

“You…don’t know how to surf,Shells.”

‘Bea, babes, honey…details. No one cares about that, it’s the aesthetic that counts.”

Evelyn just laughed again, this time her face got neutral and her eyes were locked on the wall in front of her. The three of them, in Bea and Shells’ dorm, having this conversation was so strange but it wasn’t so out of place that they couldn’t talk about it. They all have dreams and they knew how much they wanted Bea to be more vocal about hers - even if she didn’t believe they’d happen. “Alright.” the other two looked at her as she grabbed her notebook to rip the last page, “Let’s see then, Shells, you said girl right?”

“Yeah…?” the blonde tries to see what their friend was doing, “What are you writing?”

“Let’s see who’s right when it happens.” Evelyn says,”I think Bea will have a girl first,and I’ll have a boy….you’ll have a boy too, biological or not.” Shells just smirked, waiting for Beatrice’s turn with a knowing look, ‘Now it’s your turn,Bea.”

“M-me?”

“Yes,babes. Come on…” Shells whisper like the little devil on her shoulder, “Think about it.”

“I-i…I mean I don’t–” but both women were just smiling sweetly at her…so much so that Beatrice sighed and then thought about it for a few seconds, “...I’ve always wanted to have a little girl. But,I honestly don’t care about gender too much? You can leave it blank if you want Ev.”

“I’ll do that.”

“And…well, it'd be nice I guess.” she whispers, playing with her fingers, “Have…someone that’d want that as well, it’d be…really cool.”

“Maybe when it happens,we’ll have to check if we were right.”Evelyn chuckles, folding the paper and hiding it in her notebook, patting the cover for good measure, “We’ll have to check by then.”

“I think they all forgot about it.” Bea smiles sweetly, playing with her wedding ring, “I’m the only one who remembers everything she wrote down.”

“Why’s that?”

She laughs humorlessly, looking away from him, towards the window and to the graying clouds outside, “I think because I never thought I’d have that for real? Who knows,my mind was so messed up back then that it’s hard to explain what was going on inside, you know?”

Rooster’s eyebrows lowered and his mouth downturned as soon as those words left her mouth. If there was one thing he still couldn’t handle nor understand, was the fact that Beatrice was single for so long ever since she and ‘he who shall not be named’ broke up. Was he glad he could call her his wife every single day? Yes. Always

Was he even happier that this woman was also the mother of their baby girl and the growing twins inside of her? Yes.

“,,,mnaybe you should see if Evelyn still has that notebook…and compare things.”

“See if I was right?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” he kissed her forehead and nuzzled her hair, ‘I love you,gorgeous. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.” she mutters a ‘don’t make me cry’ as he says that, but before they could continue their conversation, their names were called. Both of them looked up - well, the three of them did - and Rooster gave her his hand so he could lead them to the little room.

He stood a few steps behind as Beatrice repeated the process from a few weeks ago, he sat on the same chair and held Nicole almost the same way as before, but their little girl was a lot more curious and loved paying attention to the many colorful lights and beeps in the room.

Beatrice looks back at him once she lies down, holding his hand tightly as he brings the chair closer. She smiles when his lips touch her knuckles, followed by Nicole’s gentle babbling. Her eyes close for a brief second as everything is settled, a sharp intake of air slipping through her gritted teeth as the cold,viscous gel touched the navel, “God that’s so cold.” she whispers to Rooster, “I forgot how cold this was.”

“You okay?”

“I am.Do you see anything?”

He looks back to the screen that only shows blobs of gray and white, ‘Nothing yet.” he does keep his eye on it though, ready to let his wife know as soon as he sees anything at all. It takes a little while but soon enough they could hear the quick heartbeats of two hearts, fast, and loud.

“Well,” the female doctor smiles, “They are more than okay, that’s a very good heartbeat. And,” she points to the screen, “There, you see? We can see more of them now.”

Both Rooster and Beatrice looked to where she was pointing, Nicole stopped chewing her teething ring to pay close attention just like her parents were. There were two ‘beans’, bigger than before, facing one another. The one on the right was a bit higher than the one on the left and the doctor chuckled, “Okay, do you guys want to know the gender?”

Rooster looks at Bea, who bites her lower lip but nods, ‘Yeah, we would.” he replies, kissing her temple, muttering how good she was doing, “Is it easy to check?”

“Well, they are in a funny position, but it’s not hard.” the lady chuckles, “Okay, the one on the left…from what I can see, it’s a little boy. And the one on the right, well, looks like you guys will have another baby girl.”

“A boy and a girl?” Bea repeats, “Really?”

“Well, we’d need a few more sessions to be sure, but right now it’s surely seeming that way.” there’s some moment from the babies, almost as if they could hear them talking about the twins, “But as you know, we need to keep an eye on you. Multiple pregnancies like this can be risky but you are doing well so far. Do not stress yourself too much.”

“Oh,haha,I…I’m going to try.” she smiles weakly but then turns towards Rooster, ‘...so I guess Gavin and Aurora are on the way, if everything goes as planned.”

“Yep. How do you feel?”

“....a bit…” she frowns, “Um…a bit shocked but not really? And you?”

“Same as you, with a bit of happiness.” he rubs her hand gently, ‘You are doing good.”

“Hrm.”

“You are, they are both okay. And Nikki is happy, aren’t you Nikki?” their daughter gurgled a laugh and clapped her tiny hands, just joyful to see her parents smiling so much, ‘...you do know we need to tell them now,right?’

“I do.”

“Any idea how?”

“...honestly,” she huffs a laugh, “We better just…tell them right ahead…do you think Mav is really going to faint?” “Oh yeah,” he snorts, “Absolutely.”

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