#sick elizabeth olsen

[goldenempyrean]

Hi, I love your stories, If you are taking requests I would love Lizzie x Reader with "” Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!” “Bless you! Are you sure you are ok? You never sneeze this much.” Driving home after a long day at set. !

Driving Her Home

Hey! I absolutely loved writing this, it was honestly so cute. I’d had this rec along with soo many others for so long so hopefully everyone enjoys :)

Summary: You’ve both had an incredibly long day at set, you’re both tired but when driving home it becomes obvious that one of you is feeling a little more worst then the other

Wordcount: 1305

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You tapped rhythmically on the steering-wheel of your car as you continued the journey back to your house. The roads were particularly quiet at this hour, the window of your car was down slightly, letting a refreshing evening breeze flow through the car, however all you could hear was the humming of the engine and accompanied by the small snores of the woman sleeping in the passenger seat beside you.

You’d both had an incredibly long day filming at set. The scenes had taken so long to perfect, combined with that, there were numerous stunts which had to be filmed as well. It was safe to say you were both beyond tired, Lizzie especially.

It had taken her less then 5 minutes to fall asleep after climbing into your car. It didn’t come as a surprise though. Lizzie had seemed tired even before the filming had begun that morning.

You were still about around 40 minutes away from your house when you heard Lizzie begin to stir next to you. She gave a sleepy-sounding moan as she slowly woke up.

“Hey there sleepyhead.” You cooed, flashing her a quick smile before turning back the road.

“H-hih’tshhoo!” Lizzie’s suddenly pitched forward as she gave a highpitched sneeze, her body barely had time to fully wake before she was hit with another two, “Hh’iishiew! Hi’hhtshhiew!”

“Goodness sweetie. Is that your new way of saying hello?” You chuckled before blessing her, you waited a moment for her to finish yawning before asking, “You alright?”

“Sorry about that, my nose is being temperamental, Im fine.” She replied, but something didn’t seem right, her voice almost sounded small. Was that even possible?

You knew something wasn’t quite right. There was definitely something up with her voice, but you just couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You and Lizzie talked as you continued driving, roughly 20 minutes had passed without anything really happened. That was until Lizzie spoke up, her breath hitching the whole time.

“Hh- Do we have -Hih- any tissu- hiH- Hii’tshiiew! Hhep’tshhhh! HehH-HIT’SHIEW!” Her body lurched forward as each sneezed wracked through her body, each one seeming to drain her energy significantly.

“Bless you!” You exclaimed with a worried tone entwined within your voice, “Are you sure you’re okay? You never sneeze this much. Theres some tissues in the glove compartment too if you need them.”

Lizzie gave a thick sniffle and reached for the tissues, she took one and blew her nose, giving a small whine afterwards, “Im alright, just sniffly.”

Congestion seeped into her words, it slowly began to blur her consonants as she spoke. It was then that you were finally about to pinpoint the small tweak in her voice. It was hoarse. It sounded as if she’d spent the whole day shouting which surprisingly she hadn’t. She’d talked a lot yes, however she hadn’t exactly been shouting. You tried to find a logical reason for her to sound that way but even after talking all day it never usually resulted in her voice becoming this noticeably hoarse.

You gave a gentle hum, a sign you didn’t quite believe her earlier claim. The car rolled to a stop as you pulled up to a set of traffic lights, it gave you a chance to take a proper look at her. And well, she looked worst then you had expected. Despite her earlier nap, there were now slight bags beneath her eyes. Plus there was a tinge of red forming around the rims of her nose, something which definitely hadn’t been there earlier and you we’re almost certain you could almost make out a pink flush forming on her cheeks.

She definitely didn’t look ‘fine’. You were about to question her on it but her body seemed to react first. She had started to quickly fan her hand infront of her face, as a scrunched up pre-sneeze expression took hold.

Seconds later she suddenly ducked her head into her elbow, launching into a fit of sickly-wet sneezes, each other sounding more exhausting than the last.

“Goodness Elizabeth! Bless you, bless you!” You exclaimed, repeating your blessing as her fit continued, “Oh my, bless you! Wow, bless you again.”

Lizzie finally finished, slowly bringing her head out of her elbow to reveal a set of watery eyes and a now obviously-red nose.

“Ib really sorry-“ She paused to give a slight cough, her face growing red with embarrassment, “That was so gross, I dodt dow whats wrogg with be.” Thick congestion was no longer blurring her words, it was drowning them, making it hard for you to understand what she had been saying.

“Oh sweetie, you really don’t sound well, do you?” You reached over to move numerous strands of hair which had fallen loosely beside her face.” I think maybe you’re starting to come down with something baby.” You gave a sympathetic sigh as she slumped down further into the seat while reaching for another handful of tissues.

“Hu’htshoo!” She groaned from beneath her tissues before becoming quite for a moment, she sighed and quietly admitted, “I think maybe Im getting a cold.”

You nodded, it seemed obvious now that she said it aloud, “I think so too sweetie.”

A pang of sympathy raced through your heart. It was obvious that she wasn’t feeling good and judging from how she sounded, she probably hadn’t feel too good all day. What was worse was the fact that the pair of you had an incredibly packed schedule for the rest of the week and it was unlikely she’d be able to take a day off.

You made a mental note to wake up early and pick up some supplies in the morning since all the nearby shops would’ve been closed by now.

“Baby?” A small sniffle came from Lizzie, “Are we nearly home?

It was almost too dark to see the surroundings as you drove by. The road was only illuminated by dim overhead lampposts and the headlights both of your own car and any other occasional ones that happened to zoom past.

“We shouldn’t be long now sweetie, about 15 minutes or so.” You said assuringly. You heard another yawn from your wife beside you, “Then we can go and climb into bed and you can get some sleep, does that sound good?”

“Mhm” She agreed with a sniffle.

You smiled at her. You clicked the button on your steeling wheel to turn on the radio, making sure to keep the volume low. A small stream of music flowed out and you once again began to tap rhythmically on your steering wheel.

The rest of the journey had grown quite aside from the radio. You only had 10 minutes before you would be home when you heard that familiar sound. The sound of Lizzie’s gentle snores. You glanced over to see her asleep, leaning against the window. Even with her mouth slightly open, she looked adorable. Yes, she looked completely exhausted and sick but adorable nonetheless.

It wasn’t long before you were pulling into the driveway of your house. You switched off the engine and waited. Lizzie had remained asleep for the rest of the journey, not even moving positions and so you hated the thought of having to disrupt her further. You were about to give her a gentle shake when you paused, carefully retracting your hand from her shoulder. You gently climbed out of the car and carefully closed the door before making your way to the frontdoor of your house to unlock it.

You kept the frontdoor open as you made your way back to the car, carefully opening the passenger side door. You took your time and gently slid your hands beneath the form of your sleeping wife, letting her head fall against your shoulders.

Nobody ever said carrying your wife to bed was a crime, right?

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[bloomingflowersthings]

Burning up burnout

Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen X Daughter! Reader, Elizabeth Olsen X Sick! Reader

Summary: The biggest part of showing your mom that you’re responsible, is knowing when to stop and rest.

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Being Elizabeth Olsen’s daughter is fun. I mean, it’s normal. You were a normal teenager, you went to school, had friends and were a good daughter. You hadn’t demonstrated any interest in acting yet. But your mom wouldn’t pressure you to it. She knew that being in the spotlight since a young age could affect your mental health. Lizzie was supportive of you and just wanted her little girl to be happy. And you just wanted her to be proud of you.

Turning off your alarm, you sighed. You went to sleep earlier yesterday, trying to sleep of a massive headache, but as you woke up you realized that you were feeling worse. Your head and body hurt, your throat was scratchy and you felt so cold. But you didn’t have time to be sick now. There were a billion of assignments that you needed to get done while also preparing for your finals. You also knew that your mom’s schedule was packed, and you didn’t wanted to disturb her job by being sick.

After getting dressed slowly, you went downstairs to have some breakfast with Lizzie. She always loved to have some mother-daughter time before the both of you started your routines.

“Good morning sweetie!” Lizzie called out for you, putting both of your plates on the table.

“Good morning mom.” You answered, trying to sound energetic.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked as you sat down beside her.

Before you could answer, the itchy feeling in your sinuses grew stronger. Prompting you to lean away from her to catch a series of sneezes in your elbow.

“Hhup’tshhiew! Hh’iishiew!”

“Bless you bubs.” She chuckled.

You both finished eating and went to grab your things before leaving. As you were zipping your backpack, your nose decided to make itself known again.

“Hh'ishiew! Hheh'tktoo! Hh-HuhS’CHIEW!” You sniffled slightly afterwards.

“Bless you, are you ok Y/N?” Your mom asked, her brows furrowed together.

“I’m fine mom!” You said, smiling at her.

“Don’t forget to take a hoodie, I don’t want you getting a cold.” She said, walking over to her room to get her car keys.

“Okay!” You answered, running over to your room to grab one of your hoodies.

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The car ride to school was silent, usually, you’d love to chat with your mom, but today, your headache would not let you think straight, so you just leaned over the window and closed your eyes.

Lizzie glanced at you worriedly. Maybe you were just tired? She decided to let you relax for now, but she would definitely keep an eye on you.

“Sweetie, we’re here.” Lizzie announced as the car reached your school.

You barely had time to wake up properly when you felt the annoying tickle in your nose.

"Hh..heh'eetshew! Hh-heh’kitshee! whew! sorry about that!! love you mom bye!” You said quickly, not giving Lizzie any space to question about your sneezes.

“Bye baby…” She said as she watched you stifle three more sneezes while entering your school.

Sighing to herself, she followed her way to set. Afterall, you would always call her if you weren’t feeling well, right?

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Wrong. When your last class finally ended, you were feverish and had a huge headache from stifling several sneezes throughout the day. You couldn’t wait to finally go to your mom’s trailer and rest for a bit.

There was a slight problem. If your mom saw the state you were in, she would put you to bed rest and you wouldn’t be able to finish your assignments. On top of that, she would also leave work to take care of you, and you knew that she was going to have a busy week. You didn’t wanted to be a burden.

So, instead of going to set to wait for Lizzie on her trailer, you decided to head straight home, sending her a message so she wouldn’t get worried about you for not showing up.

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“I’ll give you a dollar for your thoughts.” Scarlett said, noticing the way that her friend was quieter than usual. They were both on the common room, waiting to be called for the next scene.

“It’s nothing.” Lizzie sighed.

“It’s obviously not nothing, i’m not going to push you about it, but I want you to remember that I’m always here for you.” The older woman said, giving a reassuring squeeze on Elizabeth’s hand.

“I’m worried about Y/N, she was a little different this morning and she just texted me saying that she went straight home.” Your mom said, nervously.

“Do you think she’s upset?”

“Not at all, I think she’s getting sick…” Lizzie admitted.

“Did she complained to you about not feeling good?” Scarlett asked.

“No, but she didn’t sound or looked good. She’s so stubborn and won’t rest unless I force her too.”

“Hm, just like someone I know.” Scar said, bumping her shoulder lightly on Lizzie’s

They both giggled for a moment before Scarlett spoke up:

“You know what? we can try and get our scenes done a bit more quickly so you can check on Y/N.”

“Would you help me with this?” Lizzie asked, smiling hopefully at her castmate.

“Of course!! I love Y/N like my own kid! now let’s try and talk to our director.”

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“HhheH'tcHIEW!..Hh'ehttschoo!” You sneezed down on a tissue that you managed to quickly pull from the box.

You were halfway through your assignments. But the words on your laptop were blurry, your head was throbbing, and you couldn’t take a deep breath without hearing your lungs crackling.

Honestly, you really wanted to ask for your mom’s help. To feel her warm hug, to hear her soothing voice lulling you to sleep. But no. That would be admitting defeat. That would be selfish. You had to push through it.

Bringing you out of your thoughts, your mom entered your house, hanging her coat next to the door.

“Y/N? I’m home!!” She called out to you.

“Over here!” You called back, using your best “i’m-not-sick” voice.

Walking over to you, she didn’t expect to see you like this. There were several tissues around the table, all of your textbooks, your laptop and your notebooks, she almost couldn’t see you in the middle of that chaos.

“Hehae'ktieew! HHh’kktoo! Ugh ‘scuse me, how was work?” You asked.

“It was okay honey, are you okay?” She asked putting her hand on your forehead.

In your hazy state, you couldn’t escape from it.

“I’m just tired, thats all.”

“Your forehead is abit too warm for my liking, let me take your temperature please.” Lizzie said, walking to the kitchen to get the thermometer.

“No mom, please! I barely feel bad!” You managed to say before entering a painful sounding coughing fit.

“Sweetie, don’t lie to me, sometimes you forget that I made your brain inside my belly.” She said, brushing her hand through your hair. “May I take your temperature now?”

You nodded and she placed the thermometer in your mouth. The device beeped a few moments later and gave her the verdict. “39.1, that means bed rest for you young lady.”

“But mom! I’m just trying to get all this work done! I have no time to rest.” You said, tears filling your eyes as you spoke.

“Y/N, baby, I know you’re a tough girl, I’m really proud of you. But I’m just heartbroken by how sick you got, I want to take care of you.” She said, kissing your temples. “Now let’s get settled.”

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After a nice shower, a cup of tea and a dose of NyQuill, you were finally laying in bed with your mother. She was mindlessly scrolling through her phone while you were trying to sleep besides her.

“Heh’xxt! Hih'hnnxgt! Hhxxxnt! H’tsssh! Hu’xxxnt!” You stifled a series of sneezes, prompting your mom to glance at you.

“Bless you sweetheart! you shouldn’t stifle…” Lizzie said while rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry…” You answered with a small voice.

“No baby, don’t apologize, I just don’t want your headache to get worse.”

“Not that, I’m sorry for being sick.” You said, looking at her with glassy eyes.

“Y/N, you don’t ever need to apologize for being sick. I’m your mom and you’re the most important person for me. I’m sorry you’re not feeling good, but I’ll be here with you the whole time.” Your mom reassured you.

“Can you just hold me?” You asked.

“Of course baby.” She said, snuggling closer to you. “For as long as you want me to.”

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[afro-hispwriter]

I know nb is probably going to do anything but i want to talk about this person.

this bitch has a fucking problem with me. She is homphobic and racist. And she found that i like Evan. This bitch proceeds to make a video call him a male pig… and there is already a comment saying he is specifically “🏳️‍⚧️”

She also makes fun of other celebrities. brie larson, elizabeth olsen, sophie turner(i got the sophie and elizbeth one reported and deleted )

i have been trying too report her and get her account and any other of her “friends” banned but yk tiktok

im putting the name of people getting targeted in the tags to help spread this asshole to the fans

#Please help me get them all banned im sick of their shit #evan peters #brie larson #sophie turner #elizabeth olsen

[moviehealthcommunity]

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.  

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness has sudden scenes of strobe effects as portals open and other magic happens. Inside a residential home, all of the lights flicker for several seconds in one scene.

Several shots have the camera rolling sideways, which is disorienting each time. A few scenes have no discernable sense of up and down. One confrontation involves spinning at very high speeds. In one scene, all of the walls and floor move like a kaleidoscope.  

Flashing Lights: 9/10. Motion Sickness: 9/10.

TRIGGER WARNING: Immediately after being praised for not vomiting, a character vomits off-screen, multiple times with graphic sound effects. One character convulses violently during a dramatic moment. There is some brief demon-like body contortion in one scene. A character who is canonically Jewish in the comics is portrayed as a child-stealing witch in this film.

ADMIN NOTE 1: This is a repost of a previous evaluation, with a change made to the trigger warning section, per the request of one of our observant readers.

ADMIN NOTE 2: The Flashing Lights Warning Track for this film will be released this Sunday, July 31, exclusively on the $5 tier of our Patreon page at Patreon.com/MovieHealth

Image ID: A theatrical poster for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

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[wandanatsbaby]

Fainting and Marriage

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

Warnings: fainting, stress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do.”

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

“I do.”

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

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[yelenasdiary]

hi could you maybe write something about Lizzie being pregnant? and maybe be giving birth to reader and her’s baby girl, maybe at home, (in a tub?) hehe, i dont know if its cringe😅 but kind of chaos, but also fluff😅

New Life

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: Life is about to change in front of your eyes & you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Tiny Angst | Fluff | Childbirth | 1K |

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope this was what you were looking for x, enjoy! - I kind of forgot to add the chaos omg!!

It had been a long 9 months for both you and your wife, Lizzie. 9 months full of excitement, worry, more excitement and the normal stresses that come along with having a baby. During Lizzie's entire pregnancy she wasn't seen by the public world, a few times in the early stages of her pregnancy grabbing some groceries but when Scarlett gave her some advice on how to avoid the paparazzi, the world saw less of the actress. It wasn't a bad thing; it was something you and Lizzie both knew that it would be best that she had as much privacy as she could get during her pregnancy. 

With Lizzie's water breaking just moments before you two were going to have a shower, it was a rush to get the tub ready and luckily for you, the midwife only lived a few blocks away and was over before you knew it. You helped with work through each contraction that came in waves while the midwife checked to see how dilated Lizzie was. 

It hit you suddenly that your world was about to change in a matter of hours, of course this was what you expected but for some reason it really hit you that you were about to become a parent. 

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"Something smells amazing!" you smiled as you walked into the kitchen to see Lizzie stirring something in a large pot, Lizzie looked over her shoulder and smiled, "I'm just making some pasta sauce" she replied with a chuckle as you wrapped your arms around her from behind and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

"Still, it smells great" you spoke softly. It was then that it caught your eye that Lizzie didn't have her normal glass of wine half full sitting on the countertop beside the stove. "Let me get you a glass, what are you feeling tonight? Red? White?" you asked before pulling away to get a wine class from the cupboard. 

"About that" Lizzie turned on her heals to face you, "I can't have any for a while" she added. Your eyes shot wide open; a smile tugged at your lips as you came to the realisation of what Lizzie was saying. She nodded as she watched your brain click to the news. 

"We're having a baby?!" you walked over to her and placed your hands softly on her lips, "yes" she replied softly before you crashed your lips onto hers. 

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With Lizzie's hand in yours, you used your thumb to gently stroke the top of her hand to help calm her after a contraction. Her head rested against you while you sat behind her. "We forgot to pick up a few things from the baby store" your wife spoke as she looked up at you. 

"It'll be okay, I'll call them later and let them know what's happened" you couldn't help but chuckle, "I think they'd be very understanding and if not then I have no idea why they are a business" you added making Lizzie giggle.

Although Lizzie's pregnancy had its pros, it also had its cons. There were moments of worry and concern as you held her hair back while her morning sickness took its toll, draining her of the little energy she had. If it wasn't morning sickness, it was heart burn and struggling to make herself comfortable as her bump grew bigger. Family gatherings really took a toll on Lizzie, even for an actress who is used to answering the same questions over and over again, having everybody she knew and loved ask her 100 times over things about her pregnancy was different and you were quick to give her a break and answer some of those questions for yourself. 

But with all the cons, the pros always came shining through. Lizzie would boost to you that being pregnant meant she was entitled to the last snack on the plate, the last cookie? Hers. The last banana? Hers. The last slice of cake? Hers. One of her favorite things to do was baby shop, online or instore, she loved it. Although, you liked it better when it was online because she could spend as many hours as she pleased, and your legs wouldn't get sore. 

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"Honey!! Look how adorable this little suit is!" Lizzie took the tiny boys suit off the rack and showed you, "it's so tiny!" she added while eyeing off the piece of clothing. Of course, she brought it just in case. You both decided to let the sex of your unborn baby be a surprise and so Lizzie was sure to buy gender neutral, girls and boys items so it wasn't a surprise that she brought the tiny suit. 

"It's adorable" you smiled softly, "it's crazy to think that somebody can be this small!" You added in amazement. 

"I wish our baby could stay tiny forever" Lizzie commented while walking away, her eyes already caught on something else.

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As her contractions started to become more intense, you reminded Lizzie she was doing amazing and that was the truth. For her entire pregnancy you have watched her body and mind change and just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she did. She was truly the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid eyes on. 

"It's time" the midwife looked up at Lizzie who was more than ready to hold her baby. She took one last look at you, "are you ready?" she asked which didn't surprise you, she'd always been the one to make sure you were on top of things and doing things when you were ready, you nodded, "I've never felt more ready" you placed a soft kiss on her lips knowing that the next kiss you'd share with her, your lives would be different.

After what felt like forever, the loud cries of your baby finally entered the room. Lizzie was exhausted but still managed to have the worlds proudest smile on her lips. "Congratulations, it's a girl" the midwife smiled at the two of you before whisking your daughter to be wiped and wrapped before carefully placing her in Lizzie's arms. 

You felt a tear roll down your cheek when you laid eyes on your daughter, everything would be different now and there isn't a single bone in your body that would change that for the world. "She's perfect" you whispered before placing a kiss on Lizzie's cheek, "you're perfect" you added.

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[anyaeras]

Sugar mommy || E.Olsen

Pairing : Sugar!mommy Elizabeth Olsen x y/n

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

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

Masterlist My Server Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck- they do"

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

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

(The next day)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

....PART TWO?

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

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No Is A Full Sentence

Elizabeth Olsen x Y/N

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks

Genre: Fluff, Funny (i think, based on my humor lol)

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44250676

This fanfic is inspired by Lizzie's Sam Jones' interview. I hope you enjoy!

It’s your first time going to this sushi place that one of your friends recommended. It isn’t far from your apartment, but you did have to walk for about ten minutes to get there. You wouldn’t have been if you weren’t craving those salmon nigiri take outs that your friend Jan brought to your apartment last week during your regularly scheduled movie nights. Instead, here you are standing in the back of the restaurant’s long ass line that reached their storefront because of so many people trying to buy their own food.

You put your hands in your coat’s pockets, just a failed attempt of trying to warm them. The memory of your gloves flashes in your eyes and the regret of not bringing them with you makes you want to kick yourself.

The December breeze in New York is definitely a killer. When you first moved in two years ago, you couldn’t even go outside for a full month without getting sick. The climate was new to you, especially having lived in sunny, warm weather all your life. It became a habit to buy long coats, jackets, winter gloves, and even earmuffs just so you don’t get hypothermia in the long run. Soon enough, you adjusted to the temperatures and learned how to adjust both your apartment’s and car’s heating system to help you during the winter season. It was fun.

The line moves slowly. Whatever the reason for that is, you really don’t know. Besides, you tell yourself, that you’re already in line and people behind you have come up so if you leave now you’ll just wake up in the middle of the night with those damn nigiris flooding your mind. So, you decided to stay.

You tip your toes to see if the people in front of you have moved since the last ten minutes you were there, but the sight of a short blonde hair and green eyes that met yours as she turns around for a split second stops you from breathing. 

You’ve seen that face before. Multiple times. 

In movies, in that Disney+ show, interviews, edits. You know it’s her.

You’ve been following her journey since her first appearance in Avengers Age of Ultron and has been on the ride up until her most recent successful film, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. You weren’t a die-hard Marvel fan before and even now you wouldn’t dare to call yourself one, but you quickly found yourself latched on to the franchise ever since you saw her. There aren’t any posters in your room, and you certainly haven’t gone to any Comic-cons, but you loved how she portrayed such a powerful character and has been fascinated by her ever since.

Elizabeth Olsen is standing in line in front of you in the middle of the cold New York weather, her frame clad in black faux fur coat and beanie on top of her head that really barely covers her blonde hair.

You suddenly couldn’t breathe. The air is getting colder and thinner for your liking, and you fear you’ll pass out before you could even say hi to her. There’s sweat forming on your palms and you know you can feel it, but you’re also a little confused since you’re pretty sure normal people don’t sweat in the cold. You brush it profusely against the material of your coat just to get it off or to calm your nerves. That one you’re still debating on.

The line moves briefly and then stops, and you think to yourself that if you could just muster any amount of courage, you’d say hi to her. Maybe get a photo with her even.

Should you say hi to her? What will you tell her? Do you tap her first on the shoulder so she can look back at you? Or is that rude?

The line moves again and you curse inwardly. It was barely moving five minutes ago, and now that you see a Hollywood Star in front of you it suddenly budges?

How infuriatingly unlucky of you.

From what you’ve seen, Elizabeth seems nice to her fans during fan meets and interviews so you know she’s not rude. That’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with her personality.

But this isn’t a Comic-con, is it? This isn’t some staged interview wherein you get a free backstage pass to meet your idol, no. This is literally outside of the restaurant in the middle of a busy New York street and she’s just trying to grab some food just like everyone else.

You’re still conflicted, even when the both of you finally reach inside. There’s probably about 4 to 5 people in front of you now, and you’re not even thinking about the sushi at this point anymore. Your hands still shake and sweat no matter how many times you wipe it off, and your heart beats faster than normal when you realize you’re both going to part ways sooner than you like it. It gets even harder to convince yourself to just go for it because when will another opportunity like this be presented to you in the future? Chances are lower than zero itself. A negative number if you think of it.

So when the customer in front of her finally reaches the counter, your shaky hands poke her slightly on her left shoulder.

Nothing.

Okay, maybe a little harder?

You poke her again, and she whips her head back to you. Her brows furrowed at the sight of you and they raise up in question. It’s hard not to look like a fool in front of a famous person, isn’t it? You probably look like a deer in headlights, but you quickly found your voice after a few blinks.

“Uh- h-hi,” you stammer. “Are you- is it okay if- I’m a huge fan of your work. Is it okay if I ask for a photo?”

You’re pretty sure she didn’t hear that. You barely let out a whisper, or is that blood that’s rushing through your ears?

Realization dawns on her face on what you mean. She shakes her head.

“No.”

There is a breaking sound somewhere. You’re not entirely sure if it’s one of the waiters who accidentally breaks some glass or if it is the sound of your heart breaking. You freeze in your place, embarrassed and hurt, but mostly embarrassed because of the dumb decision you made. Instead of letting that get to you, you give her a smile and nod to let her know that you get it.

“Forgive me,” you blurt out, still smiling at her to hide the tears burning in the back of your eyes. “I understand, of course. You’re not obliged to. I’m really-“ you pause to swallow the lump in your throat. It’s just really embarrassing. “I’m really glad to have seen you in person.”

Elizabeth only looks at you and gives you a warm smile and that eases out a little bit of your anxiety of probably offending her at some point. The customer in front of her left, you notice, so you usher her forward. She gives you one last smile and orders her food.

Few of the things you didn’t notice though. Her eyes are red and a little bit swollen, probably from crying and when she ordered her food, her hands are clasped together with fingers rubbing each other to ease her anxiety. Of course you would have, had you not been too busy cursing yourself at your stupidity.

Elizabeth grabs her takeout, gives you one last look and exits the restaurant.

You take the sushi you’re not craving anymore and replays the encounter as you go your way home. You can’t believe that the first celebrity you’ll meet in New York is the one person you adore. It was surreal, to say the least, and despite the rocky meeting with Elizabeth Olsen you are still happy to have seen her smile and look at you directly in person.

You swear to God you’ll attend the next Comic-con.

Sending the news to Jan, who doesn’t believe you therefore requested that you call him as soon as you arrive, you quickly pocket your phone and sprint your way outside of the busier streets of New York. You reach the more calm and quiet area where your apartment is and begin to walk slowly.

The unfortunate encounter with Elizabeth Olsen has been the only thing that’s replaying in your mind so when you spot a crouched figure with faux fur coat and beanie once again, you couldn’t help but squeak.

You almost tripped on her actually. She’s just by the sidewalk, both of her hands are covering her ears and her eyes are tightly closed. There’s a frown and a thin line of sweat on her face and you didn’t think twice before fully sitting down in front of her to check.

“Hey,” you prod slowly. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?”

Flashes of hands clasped together back at the restaurant flood your brain and it didn’t take you another minute to realize that she’s currently having a panic attack.

“Uhm… Elizabeth- Lizzie? Can I call you that? I’ll call you that, okay?” You stammer. “I’m here to help you. Can you breathe slowly please?”

Elizabeth does as you tell her. You continue to tell her to breathe and that everything is fine around you. “It’s scary, I know. But it will pass, okay? You need to be in the present, Lizzie. Just listen to my voice. I’ll be right here and you’re not alone.”

Albeit her eyes are still shut, her breathing sounds less worse than before. And when she finally looks up to you, you see the green eyes you have admired for a long time swimming in pain and anxiety. It makes you want to pull her for a hug since she may need one, but you obviously don’t want to overstep your boundaries even if that means comforting her to help.

“Concentrate on my breathing,” you nod at her to encourage her to copy the rhythm you set for her.  “That’s it. You’re doing really good, Lizzie.”

Eventually after what seems like hours of doing breathing exercises with her capped with a lot of reassuring words, the hands cupping her ears drop down to her lap and are slowly rubbing her palms in another attempt to calm herself. You slowly stand up from the ground and hold out a hand for her to take.

“Are you okay now? Can you stand?” You offer. She takes it and stands up rather wobbly.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I feel better.”

“Right,” you smile at her. Noticing that you’re still holding her also glove-less hand, your cheeks flush as you pull it back while taking two steps backwards. You don’t want to overcrowd her after having an anxiety attack.

“Um so, are you from around here? I could walk you to your place if you want,” you tell her, not really wanting to risk letting her go alone after an episode. You know how it feels to be trapped by anxiety like that, and to break down in public places without backup is definitely one of the worst experiences ever. 

“I’m not trying to stalk you or something,” you clarify after not getting an answer from her. “I’m Y/N. I live there in that building,” you point towards your apartment. “If you want, I can jog really quickly and get my car and I can drive you home. Or not, of course I don’t want to overstep. I understand completely.

“It’s just, I don’t want you to go on your own after experiencing that,” you add. “I know how it feels and I honestly just want to help you.”

Elizabeth contemplates for a moment and answers. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N. But, I think I need to decline the offer. Being in this business, I’m not a very trusting person-“

“Of course,” you cut her off quickly. “I understand, Ms. Olsen.”

“However,” she smiles a little bit at your rambling once again. “Can I please borrow your phone? Mine died down and I need to call my sister so she can pick me up from here. And I guess don’t mind the company while waiting?”

You quickly fish out your phone and hand it over to her. You also ignore the amused chuckle from her as soon as she sees your lock screen is that of Wanda Maximoff.

“Y/N?” 

“Yes?”

“The phone’s locked. Do you want to type in your password?” She smiles, the look of amusement still twinkling in her eyes. You don’t mind though. You’d prefer her teasing eyes over the sad ones you witnessed a while ago.

“Oh, okay. Here let me just,” you move forward to type in 0216 in your phone and the blush creeps back in your face once again when you feel her eyes watching you.

Elizabeth calls one of her twin sisters. Apparently, they’re here in New York for a fashion event and Elizabeth thought it’d be nice to come with them. While waiting for one of the Olsen twins, you both sat on one of the stairs and talked for a bit.

“I want to say that I’m sorry for refusing to take a photo a while ago,” she looks at you a little apologetically. Her posture seems calmer now and you’re really glad that she’s doing better every passing minute. “I was out on my own, and a few people have recognized me on the streets and I was just trying to have a nice time for myself.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” you reply. “I wasn’t lying when I said I completely understand and that you’re not obliged to. I'm just glad to meet you.

“I should be the one to apologize,” you bite your lip nervously. It didn’t cross your mind that you could’ve been the trigger to her already bubbling up anxiety but hearing her say that crowds have already recognized her, you asking for a photo was the last straw. “I was contemplating whether or not to ask you and I did, but I know I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

The actress waves it off. “No, honestly you were the most polite one. You were just the first and only person I said ‘no’ to who didn’t insist on getting a photo, and that set me off. Others just didn’t care and they still took their flashing phones out and pointed it at me.”

“One thing I learned from you is that ‘no is a full sentence’ so,” you acknowledge with a smile, distinctly remembering that one interview of hers with Sam Jones.

“Yes, exactly,” she laughs.

“We can take a photo now if you want to?” The actress offers after a moment of silence. “You helped me through a tough time. It’s one of the ways I can repay you.”

“It’s okay, really. You don’t have to repay me or anything. Kindness is free,” you reply, to which her small smile widens a lot more. “You’ve had a long day. I’m just the stranger who wants to help a fellow anxiety sufferer,” you joke to which she laughs lightly.

“At this point you’re not a stranger anymore,” Elizabeth says, her fingers still fiddling with each other. “I know your name is Y/N, and where you live,” she points to your building to prove it. “Those two plus the fact that your wallpaper is Wanda and your passcode is my birthday.”

She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks flush for the nth time that day. “Okay, you win. Yes, I’m your fan and all that. You can make fun of me now.”

“Don’t be like that,” Elizabeth laughs at your silly eye roll but waves it off. “I’m always honored to meet my fans.”

A black car pulls up from out of nowhere and Elizabeth stands up to leave. “This was really great. Minus the anxiety part,” she turns back to you and flashes that award winning smile yet again. “I’m grateful that it was you who found me cowering in the streets, Y/N. I’m hoping to see you again some other time when neither of us is either breaking down or a complete and total stranger,” you note the hopeful tone in her voice, and that makes you wonder if there’s another universe out there wherein she’ll still remember you after tonight because you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t.

If you’re lucky, this might be that universe but who knows?

“I’m glad you’re safe,” you smile at her. “See you around, Ms. Olsen.”

“That is such a formal way to address me,” She calls out, opening the door to the front seat.

“Elizabeth, then?” You suggest to which she grimaces.

“Just Lizzie is fine. I distinctly remember you calling me that a while ago during… you know,” she trails off. “And only my mom calls me by my full name and that only happens when I’m in trouble.”

“Okay, Lizzie,” you chuckle. Waving a hand up to a goodbye, the car finally speeds off to the opposite direction of your apartment. You let out a sigh and smile at the events as you walk back home.

Even when you are in bed, the memory of her voice and her smile makes you giddy. This definitely goes on the top of your list of  most memorable things that have happened to you while staying in New York. You still couldn’t believe your chances. Granted your first meeting was terrible in all ways, Elizabeth was nothing short of amazing to you. You really aren’t wrong to follow her throughout her career because of her personality. The personal encounter made you want to support her more in the future.

The morning after that, the wild array of flowers on your doorstep have kind of taken you by surprise. To add to that, you see the simple note on one of the bouquets that says 

“To my biggest fan, 

Thank you.

Love,

Wanda Maximoff”

and your heart melts at the sentiment.

You aren’t expecting yourself to be at the receiving end of this, but it’s definitely not unwanted. It most definitely isn’t, especially when you check your phone and see a text from an unknown number asking whether or not you got the package.

You replied to Elizabeth, saving her number under “Lizzie” with a huge grin on your face. She must’ve gotten the number from her sister when she borrowed your phone to call her. Who would’ve thought that asking for a photo with Elizabeth Olsen and getting rejected will lead you to this?

Y/N: Are you my stalker now? Did our roles change?

Lizzie: Ha-ha. Very funny. I just want to say thank you again for yesterday.

Y/N: And you already have. The flowers are unnecessary.

Lizzie: Did you not like them?

Y/N: I love them. They’re beautiful, Lizzie. Thank you.

Lizzie: Would you say, they’re beautiful enough for us to talk about them over coffee?

You almost choke on the bread you made for breakfast this morning. That is definitely upfront and honest. You convince yourself that it’s probably just another way to thank you for the good deed yesterday, but there’s also a teeny tiny voice in your head saying she’s asking you out. 

But why would she, right?

Deciding to not listen to any of your demons, you turn your attention back to her text. Upon rereading the text she sent for the third time now, it’s dawning on you that you’ve yet to reply. Elizabeth follows that up with another text and it makes you feel really silly because of how much your cheeks ache from smiling.

Lizzie: Maybe about Wanda also? If you want?

Lizzie: Or… anxiety issues?

Y/N: You already have me on board with coffee. Wanda talk, too. The anxiety issues, I think we should both stick to our therapists.

Lizzie: I can’t say I don’t agree on the last one.

Lizzie: So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow then? 3PM?

Y/N: Works for me, Lizzie.

Y/N: Or I can pick you up instead. I wouldn’t mind.

Lizzie: It’s okay, Y/N. Besides, I know where you live. *winky face*

You laugh at that one. She should definitely be a star of another comedy film. Elizabeth is funny by nature even though there are countless interviews of her saying that she’s not.

Y/N: Of course you’ll throw that.

Y/N: I feel unsafe now. This is unfair. I feel like I should also know where you live.

Lizzie: You will.

Lizzie: On the second date.

Lizzie: When you take me home.

Elizabeth leaves no room for questions. Your demons shut their mouths when you read that it most definitely will be a date. You want to play it cool, like coyly and shy, but what’s more to hide? She already knows you’re a fan, so you stick to that and pray that maybe… someday maybe, who knows, right? You’ll like each other.

Y/N: You’re smooth, Olsen. Got two dates in one day.

Lizzie: I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.

Y/N: Can’t wait.

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You’re late. And you forgot your gloves again.

It’s another cold, almost snowy day in New York city. You love living here despite the busy times and countless people just trying to go through with their respective lives. It’s loud and lively and you used to hate that but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be but here.

You check your bag for the passes, but the memory of the glossy paper beside your gloves on your messy bed makes you internally groan. The first time you attend a Comic-con, and you leave your backstage passes. How else are you going to meet her?

Cursing inwardly, you send her a text to let her know of your situation even though you know that the event started an hour ago and she won’t see it because she’s definitely not holding her phone in the middle of answering questions. You blame your boss for sending that last minute spreadsheet, but this is your idea right? You have to suffer the consequences.

Being in line isn’t something foreign to you. In fact, it’s so familiar that you chuckle as kids, teens, and grown ups join you from the entrance. The line is moving rapidly as most people with passes (which could have been you if you weren’t so careless) have already gone inside. When you enter the place, it’s no surprise to see it packed as the recent MCU film has made tabloids and charts because of its success. You easily spot her even though you’re rows away from the front line. She’s sitting in the middle with her face scrunched up in annoyance and teeth biting her lower lip so hard you swear she wants to draw blood.

You grimace as you helplessly stand in the back with no way to even come forward to be close to her. The situation is laughable, but the frown on Elizabeth’s forehead is enough to make you worry and act fast. You find a spot with a lot of light so you move towards that, passing a lot of people in the process, with the hopes of her green eyes spotting you even for a distance.

It’s effective apparently, because she spots you at the same time a question is asked towards her. The frown eases, she scrunches up her nose adorably towards you and you nod back both in confirmation and reassurance that you made it there, and she lets out a full on grin you know is solely reserved for you. The interviewer interrupts and you laugh at her confused state.

“Elizabeth? The question?” The interviewer supplies.

“Right! I’m so sorry,” she laughs gleefully, head thrown back and hand covering her mouth and you’ve seen that look a thousand times before but it still gives you the same butterfly effect in your stomach. “I- uh. I saw my wife in the crowd and I got distracted. I’m sorry. What was the question again?”

“How romantic!” the interviewer swoons. “Everyone, that’s Elizabeth’s wife Y/N. Can we say hello to her?”

Your face turns red as people look at your direction and send cheers and hoots. You wave back to the fans shyly, stealing another glance at your wife on the stage as you do so. Standing in front of the light definitely has some good and bad results. You can’t believe she did that in front of everybody, but you’re not one to complain. Her PA also runs from the front to you upon hearing this and she ushers you through security. You chuckle as they bring you in, blowing Elizabeth a kiss before you disappear backstage.

“Hey,” your wife greets you after the event is finished. She skips towards your direction and plants a chaste kiss on your lips to which you happily sigh into. “I was worried you weren’t here.”

“Forgive me, my love,” you apologize while engulfing her in a hug. “You know commuting in New York is insane.”

“I repeatedly told you to get your license so we can buy you a new car.”

You smile at the worry in her voice. “I like it when you drive us to places you’re familiar with, Ms. Stuyvesant Street. And the boss left me with some last minute work.”

She pulls back to look at you. “And what were you doing in the back? Didn’t I leave the passes in our apartment?”

“I left them,” you sheepishly reply. Elizabeth narrows her eyes at you and shakes her head. 

“And your gloves too. Am I right, my love?”

The cheeky smile you gave her is enough to confirm her suspicions. “I was really late and I wanted to see you as soon as I could. I miss you this morning.”

“Charming,” she laughs and rummages through her bag for something. Curious as you are, you lean forward to look at it. “Here.”

She hands you a pair of gloves.

“I keep one in case you forget yours during winter,” she grins, proud of what she did. “And I was right.”

You want to wipe off that cocky smirk off of her lips. There are a lot of people around you but she did announce you to everyone, so really what else is stopping you? After she said goodbye to everyone, you pull her hand so she moves closer to your side.

Elizabeth lets out a squeal when you grab both of her waist. You smell her perfume that invades your nostrils and your head swims at the fact that there’s nothing better than having her close again. She’s everywhere and the background fades away like a cliche movie scene, but you don’t care about any of those. She’s here in front of you and you’re incredibly happy to know that she loves you as much as you love her.

“I love you,” you whisper against her mouth.

“I love you, too.”

It’s insane how one kiss from her makes you feel giddy. And that’s saying something after being married to her for a year now.

“You need to wear the gloves, my love,” she chuckles when both of you pull away. Elizabeth leads you to the back exit that leads to the parking lot. The breeze picks up a little bit and snowflakes fall on your heads, but your face is still hot from kissing her. 

“Why do I need the gloves when I could just hold your hand and let you warm me up?” You bob your eyebrows at her and kiss her temple as the both of you walk towards her car.

You’re lucky. There’s no doubt about that now. Being with such an incredible woman who supports you in everything that you do and loves you through it all is a bliss. You couldn’t have asked for more.

“And they say I’m the romantic one.”

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[gingiesworld]

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

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

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

Why Do You Hate Me

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

18+ MINORS DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So." Y/N started shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[togrowoldinv]

Happily Ever After

Elizabeth Olsen x Female Reader

Your child calls Lizzie ‘mama’ for the first time

Note: idk I just got this random idea lol. It’s cute stuff! Enjoy!

Elizabeth Olsen Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Dating Elizabeth is your absolute best dream come true. She’s beautiful, she’s kind, she’s patient, and she loves you with her whole heart.

When you first met her, you knew she was perfect for you. And after a few months of dating you introduced her to your son.

She extended her love to your son immediately and the three of you have so much fun together. Elizabeth loves that his name is her middle name. A funny coincidence. They’re like two peas in a pod, you often joke, and they give you a run for your money.

The guest room at Lizzie’s house quickly became little Chase’s room. And recently, Lizzie had let him decide how he wanted to decorate it. Superheroes and baseball were his choices, and you weren’t at all surprised.

When you got a call in the middle of work today that your son was sick at school, you immediately panicked. You were dealing with a major client and couldn’t leave due to your job depending on it.

You called Lizzie and she jumped into action. Quickly, she got him from school and assured you that he was okay. Even sending you a video of him playing in his new room.

You find the two of them together in the kitchen when you finally get home from work.

“Hey baby!” Lizzie greets you with a kiss.

“Hey, there’s my two favorite people. How are you feeling, buddy?” You squat down and ask your son.

“Better!” He says. “Look we made cookies!” He points exaggeratedly to the counter.

“Wow! Awesome job! Those look delicious!” You tell him, dropping a kiss to his forehead before standing up again.

“He was good as soon as he got into the car,” Lizzie explains.

“Thank goodness.”

You move around the kitchen and grab a drink from the fridge as Lizzie opens up the oven to get dinner out.

“Hey Chase, will you go wash up for dinner please?” Lizzie asks your son.

“Okay Mama,” he says casually as he runs off.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she says and then she realizes what he said.

Lizzie stops in her tracks and so do you.

“Did he just?”

“He did, babe. He called you mama,” you say with a smile. Lizzie looks at you and tears start to form in her eyes.

“Is that- it’s okay if he calls me that?” She asks shyly.

You walk closer to her and take her hands in yours. A soft brush of your thumbs against her knuckles makes her chest warm with affection.

“Of course, my love. I do intend on marrying you, so I’m okay with it. Are you ready for him to call you that?”

“Yeah, it felt really good. Natural even,” Lizzie says.

“It definitely made my heart swell to hear you two interact like that,” you tell her.

She leans in and kisses you gently, but long enough that Chase comes back into the room shouting an ‘ew’ at your public show of affection.

You two laugh and bring your son in for a group hug. Chase stays in Lizzie’s arms as you plate dinner for everyone.

And you love the view of your happily ever after.

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[goldenempyrean]

sick elizabeth and reader on christmas using the prompts “I told you to wear a coat.” and “I dont think chicken noodle soup counts as Christmas dinner.”

Does It Count As Christmas Dinner?

Hi! Yep this is another drabble one. I actually really loved writing this one :) hopefully you enjoy it too

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“Hhh..hhitshhiew!” You heard a couple of thick sniffles followed by a quiet, “Excuse me.”

You looked over to your right to see Lizzie swiping her fingers against the underside of her nose. There was a mumble of blessings from the surrounding people.

This Christmas, it was yours and Lizzies turn to host Christmas Dinner for your family, and so, they’d travelled down and everyone was making convosation as they sat round the large table. But it wasn’t the first time that Lizzie had sneezed that afternoon, infact had seemed rather sniffly all day.

The timer on your phone buzzed, indicating the main part of the meal was cooked, “Well, I better go and bring out the turkey. I’ll just be a moment.”

You stood up to leave, when Lizzies voice piped up, “Need a hand sweetheart?”

“That would be great, thanks,” You smiled, holding opening the diningroom door for her. Lizzie stepped out and you closed the door behind her, it wasn’t even a second later when you heard her breath hitch.

“Hhih’ttteeshoo! H’iishhiew! Hh..hep’tshhh!” Lizzie tried to muffle her loud sneezes against her elbow but it did nothing to hide the fatigue behind them.

“Goodness bless you.” You hummed as you both walked into the kitchen, “You’ve been awfully sneezy today Liz.”

“Its fine, I’m fine.” She said, pouring herself a small glass of water.

“Its not like yo-“

Your sentence was interrupted by Lizzie spluttering and coughing. Her drink seemed to irritate her throat as she coughed desperately into her arm, holding out her other to keep you at a safe distance away. A minute or so later she recollected herself and looked up to see your concerned eyes scanning over her.

“It just went down the wrong way.” Lizzie said frantically, before you even had to chance to speak.

“Its okay, you’re okay.” You pulled her into a hug, only to be slightly alarmed by just how warm she felt, “Jeez Lizzie. You’re on fire.”

Lizzie mumbled something incoherent as you pressed the back of your palm to her head, brows furrowing as warmth met your hand.

“I told you to wear a coat.” You sighed and looked at her with sympathy, “I should’ve realised sooner.“

“I- Hh’heptshieew! I didn’t want to ruin our dinner, especially since your family is here and we’re meant to be the hosts, but I didn’t feel good this morning and-“ You cut Lizzie off from her panicked ramblings.

“Hey. Lizzie, look at me. Its okay, everything will be okay. Now I need you to go and lay down, sofa or bed, its up to you. I’m gonna take this food out to my family and then I’ll come and make you some soup, unless you’d prefer a plate of food?” You instructed, leaving her to think about what she’d rather eat.

In all honesty, she didn’t really have much of an appetite but still couldn’t help look up at you with her glassy eyes and say, “I don’t think chicken noodle soup counts as Christmas dinner.”

“Christmas dinner is whatever you make it, now go and lay down. I’ll come out as soon as I’ve served this.” You picked up the turkey, which was slightly less warm then you would’ve preferred but it didn’t matter. All you had to do now was wait for them to finish before spending the rest of your Christmas cuddled up with your wife.

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[taschamonnii]

Often - In Secret

You x Thérèse (In Secret - Elizabeth Olsen) 

Angst/Smut

Summary: In secret except GAY AF! No actual murder of Camille or stupid suicides! That movie is entertaining but fuck that plot. I just envision so much better! Thérèse is so GAY she is Horny and desperate for more than the life she was dealt. You are just the person to rescue her. I give you a character to play here, not just y/n. 

TW: SMUT, 18+, Filthy, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together, 

Here is the title song: Often By Lauren Sanderson

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AN: You know something about cheating on men to be GAY is so satisfying especially when the man is your cousin! YUCK. I know it was 1860 but like yuck! She had to take care of his sick ass her entire childhood. She was robbed! This is a fix it fic because the movie's plot sucks she literally lives such a shit life the entire time really then dies with an asshole like wtf.

Word Count: 10,821 & 25 Pages!!

Imagine This:

1860 Paris

Thérèse lives a hopelessly mundane routine life in the countryside near Paris. Her sickly cousin Camille requires constant care. Unfortunately, the job of caregiver has been forced onto Thérèse. Her father left her under the care of her domineering aunt. Left as a small girl, Thérèse has grown up sheltered and repressed. Her days consist of keeping quiet and taking care of her cousin. When she gets the chance she escapes on walks and daydreams. She wanders and finds herself in her favourite hidden spot where she can see the hillside across the river. She loves this spot for many reasons but her favourite just happens to be the couples who often sneak off to the otherside for romantic picnics. 

Her favourite couple is there today as she sneakily crawls in the tall grass on her side of the river. She watches as the man with short dark hair unbuttons his shirt. Her eyes are glued to the sight and she can’t help but lick her lips. The girl has long blonde ringlets that fall on her bare shoulders as he undoes her blouse. Thérèse watches wide green eyes and brown hair falling in a mess around her as she presses her hips into her bunched up dress. Her clit throbs watching the couple kiss. The woman's skin looks impossibly soft and his muscles seem to glisten in the sun and she can’t help her mind. She wonders what it must feel like to be each of them. She imagines kissing and touching and her hips move against her dress as a deep desire to gain friction sets in as it often does here. The couple seems to be in a rush today and she struggles to reach her own satisfaction. They finish before her and she sighs in frustration. She closes her eyes and tries to picture them but it doesn’t help. She is about to give up and head back home until she sees two girls across the way. They lay out a blanket and look around. Her curiosity is peaked as she watches them carefully not to be seen. She has never seen two girls use the spot.

Her jaw drops as they lean in and kiss. The way they kiss is so different from the way the others kiss. It is languid and so soft. She feels a heat rush to her lower abdomen. They keep their clothes fully on but somehow it is hotter than any scene she has witnessed here before. Her hips began to thrust against her bunched up dress once again out of her own control. The girl with brown hair starts kissing down the red heads neck and Thérèse shivers at the thought. The brunette then moves a hand to cup the redheads breast over the fabric of her dress and the girl throws her head back in a soft moan. Thérèse watches mouth open and soft hot breaths fall from her lips as she thrusts and grinds against her dress. She watches in awe as the brunette’s hand travels under the many layers of the others’ dress. She can’t see exactly what the girl is doing but she can see that the redhead is enjoying it. She grinds harder and faster and finally feels the release she was building to. She sighs and watches as the girls continue to softly kiss and touch. Now the redhead has got her head under the others’ dress. Thérèse swallows hard as she watches the brunette's reactions. She desperately wants to know what is happening under that dress. When she thinks about the possibilities she squeezes her legs shut and feels a shiver run up her back. She can’t stop herself and curiously changes her position just enough to lay on her side. She moves her own hand down and under the layers of fabric that make up her dress and undergarments. She slips her slender fingers past the tie that holds her trousers on and past the soft curls. Her skin is so hot and wet as she presses her middle finger against her throbbing swollen clit. She rubs slowly and tests different pressures. She adds a second finger and rubs in circles around the sensitive skin and it feels so good. She watches the girls and rubs her clit. She has to bite her bottom lip to suppress the sounds that threaten to escape her throat. She’s never felt this good. As she reaches release she can feel her body contract harder than ever and it makes her legs flex. 

She has to lay in the grass for a moment after to catch her breath. 

She has been a good obedient girl all this time. Barely getting sweet moments to herself. News of her fathers death brings change. Madame Raquin informs her that she has no options. She is forced to marry her cousin Camille and they move to Paris so he can get a job and they can open a fabric shop. 

Although the change of scenery and friends are interesting, Thérèse still finds her life sad and boring. Camille doesn’t kiss her the way the couples on the hill side kiss. He coughs during his sad attempt at sex and she just lays there. She is miserable and lonely. Until one day Camille brings you home for dominos night. 

Your name is Lauren LeClaire and you have this androgynous sort of look about you. Your dress is not puffed out but slim and fitting to you. You refuse to wear those ridiculous hoops. The top looks more like a suit than a dress which you tailored to your body. The top-hat you wear is odd to say the least. (Anne Lister vibes)

You have dark black hair and dark mysterious brown eyes that seem to look right through Thérèse. She can’t help but stare at you. She decides instantly she needs to hate you because you are far too alluring. You look at her like you are hungry like you have secret thoughts. Because you do. The moment your gaze fell on the quiet girl you knew you needed to break her out of her shell. 

It was more than that though you could see the way she looked at you she had secrets and you could read her body. It was obvious how desperately she craved pleasure and you were determined to be the one to give it to her. 

Each time you play dominos you make sure to brush past her at every opportunity. It is beyond satisfying to hear her take a sharp inhale of breath or shudder as you invade her space. You love seeing her cheeks tint a shade of pink that just makes her skin look more irresistible. 

You are lucky your friendship with Camille and Madame Raquin allows you to be over at their place more and more frequently. From the little interactions with Thérès you know she is desperate for each little moment. 

You offer to paint Camille and struggle to concentrate on him as Thérèse sits in your view watching with those intense emerald eyes.

 Camille sits in front of you  “I’ve tried but just can’t imagine it.”

“What?” 

“Standing there with a palette and brush in hand while a woman takes off her clothes.”

“Can’t you?”

“I wouldn’t know where to look.”

“There are dozens of places.”

“My hands would shake. It’s different for you, you are a woman.”

“It isn’t different at all. I paint all bodies, women and men. I appreciate the beauty of all human beings.”

“I’d be hypnotised.”

“Have you not seen a woman?” 

Your curiosity gets the better of you and you can’t stop your gaze from falling onto Thérèse. Her emerald eyes are watching you carefully. You want desperately to know how much intimacy they have shared. 

“Bare?” 

You nod yes.

“No. Why would I? How do you manage to paint it all?”

“Well you are married, Camille. You don’t just look at the body, you listen to it. The body speaks especially when the model also gets hypnotised.”

You don’t miss the way Thérèse softly gasps.

Camille laughs and imitates what he thinks the body may say “I have to go wee.”

Thérèse looks between you and Camille, quiet and observant as always.

“Yeah, maybe. The body says other things.”

“Love me, I suppose.”

“The first model I ever painted was a beautiful redhead. Naturally red, as I quickly discovered. The only hitch was this beautiful creature was deaf as a brick. I couldn’t call out the adjustments I wanted, I had to mould her, like a sculpture.”

You watch as Thérèse visibly swallows.

“One afternoon, I wanted her legs a bit wider. So I went to move her knees apart, but on a feeling I touched the inside of her thigh with the tip of my brush. Where the skin is soft and smooth as cream and warm.”

You watch as your words affect Thérèse. Her lips part and she licks her lips. She bats her long lashes rapidly. You can hear Thérèse take a shaky breath and want nothing more than to feel her lips tremble against your own, her shaky breath playing on your skin. You bite your bottom lip at the thought. 

“The lightest touch of my brush.”

“Did she make the move you were after?”

You catch her staring at your hand as you paint and Thérèse looks down away from you in an instant. 

“She did.”

“And what was her body saying to you then?”

“Brush me again.”

Thérèse gasps and her eyes wander the room almost like she can’t catch her breath. You watch with a smirk. She is in a bit of a panic like her thoughts were too much for the moment. She scrunches up her nose like she’s thinking trying to come back to reality.

“Alright time for the big reveal, get your mother.” 

Camille did as he was told, happily rushing down the stairs to find his mother leaving you alone with Thérèse. “Do you know what your body says to me, Thérèse?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “It says touch me, kiss me, take me.”

Her jaw fell a little with each word and you wanted so desperately to brush your thumb over her plump and pink bottom lip. “You desire pleasure. I desire to pleasure you.” 

Before she can speak you can hear the creak of the stairs as Camille and Madame Raquin approach and you place your index finger over your lips. A smirk forms on your lips. You share a secret now and you can see the effect it has on her. You straighten up as Camille and Madame Raquin enter the room. Thérèse stands and they wait. 

You turn the canvas and stand slowly revealing the dark painting of Camille. You enjoy watching their different reactions to the painting. Camille is so happy and it makes you happy to see. He is so innocent and ignorant. It is funny to watch Madame Raquin look at the painting with a furrowed brow. You can tell it unsettles her. There is a reason of course you went for a dark version of your friend because this place is dark suffocating. Watching the way Camille and Madame Raquin demand things from Thérèse is suffocating. It’s in the air. 

“Isn’t it distinguished?”

Madame scoffs, “It doesn’t resemble you, it's blue and so grey.”

“It resembles my soul, mother.”

Madame looks at you, “Oh, is that what you were after?”

“I paint what I see Madame.”

Camille is thrilled and your answer seems to make Madame smile as well. The bell downstairs rings and Madame moves to leave but Camille stops her. “Let me go out and get a bottle of champagne to celebrate.”

“Yes!”

“No two bottles!”

“Yes, yes!”

You stop paying them any attention as they ramble in happiness. Your gaze falls to Thérèse. She ponders the painting with her fingers pressed to her lips. 

Madame and Camille run off and you pay them little mind as you watch Thérèse.

“Do you like it?”

“You said you couldn’t paint.” 

You stare at Thérèse gaze wandering her entire body, eyes lidded. Her body speaks to you. One of her arms is crossed over her body supporting her other elbow as she rubs her pink lips with her fingers and touches her chin. 

The words escape your lips softly, “Unbutton your blouse.”

Her body and gaze turn to yours, her lips parted ever so slightly. Her hand moves away from her lips. She is not shocked by your words. She is not put off by them either. No, she is entranced by them. She wants to do it. She has been dying to do it.

“We don’t have time.”

Your lips fall apart in awe of her. You have never felt the heat pool so low so quickly before and it takes all your strength to keep yourself from melting into a puddle at her feet. She wants you and you want her and the room feels intense and thick with desire. There is a magnetic force between you and it is impossible to withstand. 

As she looks at you and you look at her the magnet wins and her hands fly to the buttons of her blouse as she holds your stare. Her body turns more fully facing you and you make quick strides to stand before her. The anticipation written on her face for what you will do is breathtaking. Her red lips are parted and her breath is quick as she continues to unbutton her blouse in a rush. As you close the gap you grab her waist with one hand and slide one hand from her cheek to her jaw and neck and pull her in as you part your lips. As you close your eyes you see her lips part for you her head tilt into the embrace and you let yourself fall apart as your lips collide with hers. Your tongue just pokes out enough to help you suck on her upper lip. She leans her entire body into you as she manages to match your slow but passionate kisses. Your breath is hot and mixing with hers and she tastes divine. Her lips move against yours fitting perfectly as you both change angles. 

You can’t stop yourself, your hands have minds of their own and you move one hand around her lower back to support her as your other falls to her open blouse. You pull the fabric away from her and relish at the sight of her pale skin. Your lips quickly find purchase on her exposed cleavage. You kiss and bite and suck the soft warm skin and breathe her in deeply. She smells so sweet. Her lips brush against your neck at the strained angle as she breathes hot and heavy against your skin. She begins to pant as you bite harder.

“Ah”

“Am I hurting you?”

A breathless “Yes” falls from her lips.

“Oh Ah” 

She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth slowly releasing it. As more soft sounds leave her.

The sounds that leave her parted lips have your knees feeling weak. You squeeze her clothed breast in your hand as you continue to bite and suck the exposed skin. She leans back her grip on your waist tightening.

“Don’t moan.”

She gasps for air trying to silence her pleasure and it is earth shattering to hear her against your ear. To feel her panting against your neck trying not to make a sound. One of her hands grabs at your shoulder and back trying desperately to hold on. You turn her, lifting her into your arms by her waist and kiss her lips once more. Her hands fly into your hair and grip at the back of your neck. You quickly move her back against the wall of windows and slowly bring her down onto the bench she had been sitting on earlier. Your lips still slotted together in wet hot kisses. 

As you set her down she parts from your lips and looks out the windows that lead to the stairs of the apartment. You attach yourself to her neck and press yourself hard between her legs. One hand on her outer thigh pushing the layers of dress up. Her hands pull your face back to hers and she kisses you hard biting your bottom lip. 

You gasp and she slides her tongue over your lips and into your mouth you suck lightly on her tongue and her hips buck up into yours. She grinds her hips against your clothed abdomen without resolve chasing sweet friction. Your kisses become a messy mix of teeth and tongue. She is lost in the feeling and can’t stop herself from chasing that familiar release. You part from her lips as her body shudders against you and you watch helplessly as she comes undone in your arms. Her tightly shut eyes, the crease in her forehead, her lips parted in almost a painful expression, teeth shown to you as her nose scrunches and a moan leaves her lips barely audible. She is breathtaking. You need more, you need to see her lose herself again and again.

You are seconds away from moving your hand between her legs when the bell clangs downstairs.

You quickly stand and straighten yourself as she quickly buttons her blouse and flattens out her dress. 

“Tomorrow at noon,“ you whisper, “during my lunch I must see you.”

She nods and points to a door and you make a quick note of the side door and nod your understanding. You both manage to look composed as Camille and Madame Raquin return. 

>>>>

The next day is agonisingly slow. Each click of the clock builds anticipation.

When you are finally walking down the side path to the shop your body is buzzing. She lets you in with a giddy energy about her and pulls you into the doorway pinning you against the wall instantly kissing you like you never stopped your kisses from the day before. She quickly moves you away from the wall and to the bench. You sit but before she can lower herself into the position you were in yesterday between your legs you stop her. You grab at her waist and she looks down at you curiously. You move a hand down and under the layers of her dress. You take her leg in your hand and make her place a foot on the bench beside you. This opens her legs to you and you make a quick effort to do what you wanted to yesterday. Your hand travels between her legs and she watches from above with parted lips breathing heavily already. You move your other hand under the dress as well.

“Unbutton your blouse.”

She quickly does as she is told and then rests her hands on your shoulders. You take both your hands to her waist under the dress and find the band to her trousers and pull them down. You hold her hip in one hand and slide your fingers through soft curls and into wet heat. She leans over you at the first touch, grip on your shoulder tightening. You softly explore and spread her slick heat over her lips before applying pressure to her clit. She gasps for air at the direct pressure. You slide two fingers up and down and watch how it drives her crazy. She bites her bottom lip as she stares down at you, her eyes a darker shade of green. She feels so warm and soft in your hands. You want her to show you what she likes. Her using your body yesterday to get the pleasure she desired had you so wet. 

“Show me where.”

She pushes herself more upright and grabs her dress in each hand as she moves her hips forcing your fingers to slide against her. She lifts herself up slightly and your fingers press to her entrance. She slowly moves to envelop your fingers inside her. You can feel the stretch around you. She is so tight and wet it has your own hips pressing into the bench below you clit throbbing. She begins to slowly move her hips again leaning over you and grabbing at your shoulder as she breathes out.

You press your fingers inside her against the spot that drives all women mad.

“Show me, there?”

You curl your fingers “there?” You smile as her eyes shut tight and she makes that face you are becoming addicted to “right there?”

She leans over you more and has to put a hand on the wall behind you to keep from falling over you. You repeat your motions until you can’t her walls clench and contract around you. Quiet moans leave her lips and you feel your own walls contract around nothing just at the sight, sounds and feel of Thérèse cuming on your fingers. 

Her hips slow and she shudders as you slowly slide out of her. You find her trousers and pull them back up her legs and remove your hands from under her dress. She remains leaning for a moment before standing upright once again. She then falls to her knees in front of you and leans in to kiss your lips. She presses herself between your legs hard, pressing as close as she can. You match her kisses and bite her bottom lip. She pulls back and her gaze travels your body she leans back a bit and takes her palm down your chest and abdomen still fully clothed and down in between your legs. She presses her palm down hard against you and it relieves the throb in your clit. She moves it up and down against you and you are far too close to the edge because that is all it takes for you to throw your head back in pure bliss. She continues her motion after your back arches and you have to grab her hand to stop her.

“Thérèse.”

She bites her bottom lip and leans in to kiss your lips once again. “I want more.”

“Me too. I want to taste you. I want to see you, all of you.”

She shudders at your words with a sharp intake of breath.

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Don’t be late!”

You nod as you stand and pull her up with you. She rushes to kiss you and her kiss is desperately asking you to keep your promise. You kiss her and squeeze her entire body closer by her waist. You can feel her smile against your lips and it makes you smile even as you pull away. She rushes you and pecks your lips once more before pulling away fully. 

>>>>

The next time she opens the door for you she is in her corset and her slip. Her brown hair is down in loose waves. It's longer than you thought and you can’t wait to have your hands in it. Her appearance catches you off guard and you pause for a moment. You drink her in but she is impatient and rushes to kiss you in the doorway. It’s quick and before you know it she has pulled you through the door and pushed you against the wall. Her lips are hungry for you. Her hands pull at your clothes and then she is gone in an instant around the corner you follow as she flops down onto her bed.

“Your marriage bed? Madame could come up here at any minute.”

She rolls from her flopped position with a smile.

“Oh, she wouldn’t dream of leaving the shop. Besides, I have a terrible headache and I need to rest.”

She makes a show of rolling on the bed and you bite your bottom lip and rub your fingers over it as you watch her.

She looks at you and smiles “You’re afraid.”  

Your hands drop and you take a step closer to the end of the bed and she laughs. She gets on her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed with a teasing smile. You laugh softly. 

“I can’t believe you’re the same lifeless girl that always sat in the corner.”

You step up to the bed and she lays her hand on your chest and begins unbuttoning your blouse.

“Oh, you have no idea how much they’ve stolen from me.”

You run your fingers up her bare arms mapping out her freckles in your mind on the way.

She continues with a laugh. “I almost ran away twice.”

You slowly lift your hand and brush her hair back out of her face. And she leans into your touch.

“But she always said I couldn’t survive without them.”

You run your thumb down her cheek and over her plump bottom lip and she bites you lightly. You brush her chin as she continues. “And I believed her. Now there is nothing left of me but a bit of burnt wick and a wisp of smoke.”

She begins to pull your blouse and dress away revealing your white undershirt and trousers. She bites her lip as she reveals more of you. The sun coming in through the window makes her pale skin glow golden and her green eyes lighter than you have ever seen them. She is hypnotising. 

“Now look at you.”

She smiles, teeth still pressed to her bottom lip as her hands travel down your chest and abdomen. She leans in slowly as she whispers in a deep sultry voice.

“So don’t be afraid. Danger passes by those who look it right in the eye.”

You both lean in and kiss with a bit of teeth clashing. She pulls on you by the unbuttoned collar of your blouse. You fall on top of her in a mess of white cotton. She giggles against your lips and it is infectious. You want to make her laugh forever and more to feel her laugh on your lips is a blessing from above. You are in heaven laying on top of her. Her hands work at your clothes once again. With your help and parting from her lips to untangle yourself from the undergarments you are bare in front of her. Your tan skin is already hot with a thin layer of sweat from the brisk walk here and the struggle to get undressed. 

She licks her lips as her gaze falls from your face to every inch of you she can see. She is memorising your body, hungry to keep the image for herself, always. Your abdomen is strong and lean and there is a hint of abs. Your breasts are small and perky but the perfect size for her hands to hold. She bites her bottom lip as you hold yourself up above her. Your arms are flexed and she can’t help herself. Her slender long fingers run over your body making you shudder. Her gaze is intense. Her green eyes are dark and her pupils only leave a thin ring of emerald. 

You look down at her body and smirk.

“Now something about this is not fair.”

“Do something about it.”

You smirk as you sit back and pull her upright. You untie her corset and are seconds away from ripping the damn thing when it finally gives and you can unclip it. You pull it away and toss it aside. Her slip is made of thin white cotton that now exposes her hard nipples and you lick your lips in anticipation. 

“Get on your knees”

As she moves you tug the bottom of her slip up and when she is on her knees you pull it off over her head. Her skin is smooth as silk. The sweet porcelain is dotted with random freckles and as your gaze falls to her breast you find your favourite one. She has a single freckle on her left breast and you can’t help yourself as you attach your lips to it. Her hands fly into your hair and you press against her skin to skin. She is so soft and warm. She falls back on the bed as you suck and attempt to bite her breast. You want that freckle marked as yours. When she falls away from you a grunt leaves your lips. Until your gaze lands on her laid bare in front of you. She is breathtaking. Her breasts are just slightly bigger than yours and perky and her nipples are hard and a beautiful shade of pink. Her porcelain skin is flawless minus a few bruises and you adore her little belly. There is a hint of abs and she has soft lines that accent her hip bones in a delicious way. You can’t help but devour her with your gaze. Her legs are so much longer than you ever would have thought. They are fit but slender and have you wishing to worship every inch of them. 

You lean back on your knees and grab both her ankles and make her bend her legs. You lean in and kiss her inner knee on each side. You look at her through lidded eyes. You move your kisses up on the inside of her right thigh then her left. Back and forth between each leg, up…up…up, until you hover over her. You kiss the soft skin of her belly up between her breasts and capture her lips once again. She groans into your lips. And you feel her hips press up into you. "Please!"

You break from the kiss and smirk "trust me." 

You lean down and kiss her breasts, you slot your legs with hers and press your thigh against her. She sighs with relief. You bite and suck on that beautiful freckle. And squeeze her other breast. You move your kisses to her nipple and suck and flick your tongue over the stiff bud. She gasps as you bite lightly. You pinch her other nipple and you feel her hips begin to grind against you. She's so wet that you can't bear it and move your kisses down her belly. You glance up through lidded eyes before slowly leaning in to kiss her between her hips. 

She grinds into you needy. She pants out hot breaths. "Ah!"

You grab her thighs and guide her legs to put them on your shoulders. You hold the outside of her hips and suck her clit into your mouth. Her heels dig into your back as she tries to get more of you. 

You give into her needy movements and run your tongue down entering her sweet source. You moan into her she tastes so fucking good. You want this to last forever. But you can feel her legs tremble and know she is close. You devour her getting lost in the way she feels and sounds and tastes. Her thighs squeeze around your head and you groan against her. If you suffocated right now you'd die happy.

Her hands tug at your hair and she grinds against you as her thighs squeeze you and her heels dig into your back hard. "Ah AH! AHH!"

Her back arches off the bed and she presses more into you. You feel her contract and lick up every drop as she cums and squirms beneath you. 

You squeeze her hips harder trying to get her to hold still. You feel her muscles all tighten and she strains against you as you try to get more. She pulls your hair hard and releases her thighs from around your head pulling you up. You can feel her on your chin and can't stop licking your lips. 

She pulls you up and kisses you hard. She groans into the kiss and you groan back as she sucks on your tongue. You pull away when you need air and she swipes her thumb over your chin then licks it and you collapse on top of her 

She rolls you over surprisingly easily and straddles your hips. She runs her fingers over your chest and squeezes your breast pinching each hard nipple. She kisses the valley between them and down your abdomen. Moving her body down until she manoeuvres between your legs. Her hands follow. She kisses all over your lower stomach and inner thighs. She sits up and runs a hand down over you pressing her palm against your clit. Then she runs her two middle fingers down and then up spreading your slick heat and making you moan low. 

She runs the two fingers back down and just teases your entrance. She leans down then lays between your legs. She looks up at you through long lashes and leans down pressing her lips against you as her fingers slide in. She presses her tongue against you flat then flicks and sucks your clit as she presses her fingers deep inside you. You pant and shake your so worked up you're scared it won't take much. Your hands are in her hair.

"Thérèse. Thérèse."  

You pant and groan and moan her name falling from your lips softly. She hums and moans against you enjoying this new found pleasure she gets from pleasing you. 

The vibrations are too much and it takes barely any time to reach the edge and tumble off the cliff. You would be embarrassed but her eyes are sparkling with pride. She smiles as she sits back up and it murders you. She then rubs her thumb over her chin and bottom lip and sucks it clean and you throw your head back at a loss for words. 

She crawls over you slowly pressing her full weight on you and the warmth and feel of her brings you back to reality. You smile as she reaches your lips and captures them. You can feel her smile back into the kiss and it melts you. 

Your hands run up and down her back and squeeze her ass to pull her up even more. You trap her bottom lip between yours and suck lightly on it. Your kisses are slow and soft and hot. Her breath and the taste of you mixes with the taste of her on your lips and it is so addicting.

>>>>

The next time you see her is at dominos. She plays this time with a sly grin as she destroys everyone at the table. You share glances and the table discusses how it’s always the quiet ones in the corner you have to look out for. They are right because Thérèse is the epitome of the quiet one in the corner but secretly there is so much more to her. 

You know how she tastes and feels. You know the way she commands you with her eyes. 

The next day as you fuck her against a wall and she pants in your ear you feel like the luckiest person on earth to know all of her like this. 

You have two fingers buried in her from behind as she leans against the wall in a corner. Your other hand is wrapped around her front and your middle finger circles her clit as you thrust into her from behind and bite her slender shoulders. She holds the wall for support and moves her hips in time with you. You bite her shoulder harder and she reaches back with one of her hands to pull your hair. “Ah! I can’t stand not being with you.”

“Mmm I’m here.”

You thrust into her harder and she has to grab the wall once again to keep herself up. 

“Thérèse, Thérèse!” Madam shouts from downstairs.

“I have a terrible migraine, Madam.”

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

You fuck her harder and faster. “Maybe later. I need to rest.”

She turns in your arms and you pick her up with one arm and pin her against the wall as she wraps her legs around you. Your fingers slip deeper in at this angle. She is tight around your fingers, dripping down her thighs that are wrapped around you tight. Her head is thrown back against the wall. Moans fall from her open mouth and her eyebrows furrow. You kiss on the overflow of cleavage pouring from her corset and breathe her in. She smells so sweet and feels like heaven. 

She pants out hard. You bite at her exposed skin. “You like to lie.”

“I do, ah, and I’m good at it. They made me good at it.”

Her whispered tone and the feel of her have you on the edge yourself. You press your hips into your own hand to help your fingers get deeper and to find some kind of friction to relieve the throbbing in your clit. “Oh mmm”

You begin to thrust your hips helping to push your fingers deeper in a rhythm that she matches with her hips. “Ah! Thank you for locking me up in his sick room!”

You move harder, “Shh! Mmmm!”

Her eyebrows furrow and she bares her teeth as her jaw drops to allow for her heavy breathing.

“Ah! Thank you for burying me alive!”

Her walls tighten around you as you thrust harder. Your walls contract around nothing and with a few more thrusts you are both coming undone. 

“Oh Ah AH!”

“Ah! I Thank you! OH THANK YOU! AH!”

Her walls clench and contract around you tightly as she cums hard. You sign out as your own pleasure floods you. You hold her there against the wall keeping your fingers inside and your hips pressed as close as possible as you both pant and catch your breath. You kiss her neck and she digs her fingers into your shoulders. Her panting becomes sighs. Her face slowly falls to a solemn sad expression. “What’s the matter?”

“You dug me up too late.”

“No, just in time, just in time.”

You kiss her and press into her but she breaks free from the kiss. She whispers, “Save me.”

You kiss her and hold her close. You lock your gaze on her sad green eyes. “I will. I will.”

>>>>

The next day you both feel lighter and sillier than ever. Maybe it is the cool air today but you end up softly exploring each other's bodies. You end up on the floor as you tickle her sides and wrap your arms around her from behind and kiss her shoulder. Her laugh fills you with warmth and joy like nothing else ever has and as you suspect nothing ever will. 

You tickle her more and press against her to try and get more of her adorable laughter.

She laughs and squirms in your arms. “I hated you at first.”

You laugh along with her. “You hated me?”

She turns over in your arms and you remain laying on your side so you can look at her. She bites her bottom lip and you trace your finger over her jaw. 

“Before you ever touched me.”

She whispers in her low and deep voice as she touches your collar bones with her fingertips. “I used to walk into a room, and I’d see you there. And you’d barely look up. I'd find myself moving around and around your chair, hoping that a small part of my dress or my hand might touch you.”

You brush your fingers on her chest as she plays with your chin. “Do you still hate me?”

Her gaze saddens her eyes loose the light and she whispers softly “Yes”.

“Why?”

“Because you can leave me.”

“But I won’t. I promise.”

You lean in and brush your nose against hers and kiss her. “I promise.” 

You kiss her again. And again “I promise.”

She holds your face in one of her hands and melts into your kisses as she pulls you on top of her with her other hand. She finally cracks a smile as you tickle her hip before rolling back over onto your back pulling her on top of you. You kiss her and fit your legs in a tangled bare mess. The kisses quickly heat up and your hips begin to move against each other. You grind on each other's thighs, her hands tightly gripping your shoulders for leverage and your hands gripping her ass firmly to help her. It doesn’t take long for you both to lose yourselves in the pleasure. Her loose wavy brown hair falls in a mess around you and you have the best view of her cleavage that is barely contained by the corset and slip. You don’t think you will ever be able to get enough of her. Both your movements become more frantic. You both pant and sigh and moan quietly. The sounds of just how wet you both are is delicious and you can feel her hips become more rigid and your own rise to meet the impending climax. Sweet release has you both shaking and breathing heavily against each other. She collapses onto you and falls to your side. You turn to look at her.

Your fingers are tracing over her skin mapping her freckles. She lays flat beside you, hair sprawled out and all over. The sun coming in the window makes her fair skin seem lightly kissed by the warmth of the sun. Her cheeks are flush with a vibrant shade of pink and you know it was not the sun but you. You lean over her and smile. 

>>>>

The next time you see her you both stay dressed. You are exhausted from work and sit on the floor while she plays with your hair as you rest your head in her lap as she sits on a chair. Her slender fingers are skilled and soft and she twists and tangles and untangles your hair. Her fingers run through it over and over and send chills down your spine. You honestly feel so blissed out that you think you may enjoy this as much as the sex if not more! She is so caring and just feels so right. She hums for a while and stares down at you with her sweetest smile. 

“I want to fall asleep in your arms.”

You sigh happily at the thought of it. “I wish that could happen.”

“I want to touch your body while you sleep. I want to wake up with your tongue inside me.”

She smiles and tugs lightly on your ear and you can’t help but laugh as well.

“Thérèse. Thérèse I made you some Chamomile tea.” Madam shouts as she ascends the stairs.

“Oh, my god. Get under my skirts.”

She stands quickly and you manoeuvre yourself under and between her legs as best you can. It is a tight fit.

“Thérèse?”

You are surrounded by her sweet scent under her skirts and pressed against her skin it makes your mouth water. “Open your legs.”

“No.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“I don’t care.”

She pushes the skirts and sits back in the chair as she gets comfortable and it allows you just a little more room.

Madame knocks and brings tea in “were you dozing, dear? I thought I heard you mutter something.”

Thérèse sighs and moves ever so slightly to look at Madame which allows you to fit your head between her thighs.

“Maybe I was. I don’t remember.”

You begin to softly kiss her inner thighs and nip at the soft skin. She is only wearing the skirts today so she is exposed to you. You can tell the effect you have on her as she sighs and moves to accommodate you between her legs. You kiss up…up…up.

“Tea?”

“Yes, please.”

She sighs heavily as you kiss her right where she needs you and you smirk. Your dirty girl is so bad she is so wet and you know it’s the thrill of being caught that has her so sensitive to your slow kisses. 

She gasps and unintentionally moves her sitting position just a bit. You are being squeezed between her legs and it is glorious. 

“How’s your head? Still agonising?”

You suck her clit into your mouth evilly hoping to affect her answer. 

She gasps “Ah! It comes and goes.” She struggles.

She takes a deep breath trying to steady herself. “Perhaps I should rub your neck.”

“Oh, you know, I don’t think that's-” “-Oh, it always helped when you were small.”

You hear Madame walk around behind Thérèse and smirk as you flick your tongue over Thérèse. 

Thérèse takes a deep and shaky breath as Madame massages her neck and you lap at her dripping sex. Kissing, sucking, flicking. 

“You know, you’ve had so many headaches lately. Perhaps we should talk to the doctor.”

“Mmm-hmm.” 

“I need you by my side, dear, down in the shop.”

Thérèse barely contains a sharp gasp as you devour her. And dig your short nails into her thighs to try and gain control of her strong legs. 

“Yes.”

She breathes out softly and you can tell she is giving in to you as her legs allow you to move your head slightly down so you can take directly from the source. But the second your tongue presses against her tight core her legs squeeze around you tighter around your head and muffle the outside world. You think maybe Madame is singing but you could care less you manage to get just enough leeway that you can lick the length of her and flick your tongue over her clit. You don’t know how much time passes as you lose yourself in her. The heat trapped under her skirts makes her skin feel so soft. You suck and flick and devour her until she pulls you out from under her skirts. You didn’t even hear Madame leave. She kisses you and bites your bottom lip. 

“Christ, Lauren!” 

>>>>

You are lounging on your bed reading in your long white button up when a panicked series of soft knocks sound at your door. You disregard your book and rush to the door. 

Thérèse is in a panic, it’s late and you were not expecting her to show up at your place. She rushes to kiss you the second you open your door and the kiss is frantic. You pull back and pull her into your apartment and press her against the door. You hold her face in both your hands and search her eyes for answers.

“He wants to go back to Vernon! I can’t be without you, I can't.”

“Breathe, Thérèse. Did you run here?” 

She takes a deep but shaky breath and it causes the water in her eyes to streak down her cheeks. You catch the tears with your thumbs and she closes her eyes. “Save me, Lauren.”

You lean in and kiss her firmly with as much reassurance as you can muster. She bites your bottom lip and kisses back with a fever. You can feel her fears and desperation to have you and keep you. You move your hands down her face and neck and grip her hips pushing her into the door harder. Her hands tangle in your hair and pull she is so scared she is trembling and it breaks your heart. You want to wrap her in your arms to reassure her but she needs something else first. She runs a hand between you and runs two fingers through your slick heat. You can’t help the groan that escapes you. She is being more aggressive than she’s ever been demanding to get what she needs. 

You move your hands bunching up her skirts in one hand and waste no time matching her. Your fingers match her aggressive fever. She kisses and bites at your lip between breathy moans and it takes no time at all for you both to come undone. You have to press your entire body against her and the door to keep you both from collapsing. She kisses you once more after you both catch your breath. “I can’t live without you any longer!” 

Her gaze is too much; the tears in her green eyes make them impossibly green. You turn away and she follows, unable to lose contact with you she latches onto your back and pulls at you. “What do we do?”

Her voice breaks and the raspy roughness solidifies how much she's been crying. Your heart is shattering. You can’t live without her. 

You turn and wrap her in your arms tightly. “I won’t lose you, Thérèse. I can’t.”

She buries her head in the crook of your neck and you sigh as you think.

“I could move with you.”

She looks up at you with tear stained cheeks and red puffy lips agape. She shakes her head.

“It wouldn’t be the same. I'd see you even less! What if we run away together?”

You nod acknowledging her words. “We can’t just run, we'd need to disappear. Fake our deaths and become new people!” 

She looks at you desperate. “Could we? How?” 

“People disappear and go away all the time, we make it seem like an accident. People have accidents everyday.”

She searches your gaze. “Do you love me?” She asks firmly. 

“Yes. Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then we disappear together and we become Luarent and Thérèsa Lister. We change our names, I hide my body and I become your husband.”

“Could we?”

“I think we could. We could run away to America or just get out of Paris.”

You kiss her quickly “tomorrow we can make a plan.”

She nods and pecks your lips once more before turning and leaving.

>>>>

The two of you work out a plan. You manage to get new papers for the both of you and begin setting up for the day. 

When the day comes things feel heavy. The weight of it all sets in as you walk in the park with Thérèse and Camille. The tall greenery that surrounds you makes you feel small, insignificant and you think maybe just maybe this plan of yours will work. Maybe you will get to be happy.

Camille is yammering about summer and you are struggling to focus on his words. Thérèse interrupts him and your nervous thoughts. “Listen.”

“What?”

“I hear water.”

“Maybe it’s the leaves drifting down.”

You interrupt “It’s the river. Beyond those trees over there.” 

You point and Thérèse looks. 

“Why don’t we rent a boat and row out into the sunset?” Camille asks.

“Just let me sit down for a moment.”

Camille wanders over to a tree and sits. Thérèse follows him and you follow even farther behind, lost in thought.

“Are you tired?”

“Oh, I’m exhausted. I couldn’t have trudged another step. Just let me catch up with a couple of winks.”

Thérèse walks slowly closer to him and he calls her to sit next to him. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. He is a giant manchild. He lays down on the puff of her dress and closes his eyes. You take a seat near Thérèse and look at them. Thérèse looks like she is on autopilot like she is so used to being this man's pillow and taking care of him. It makes you so mad that she has gotten accustomed to this treatment. 

She looks down at him. “Are you warm enough?” She pauses to bend down a bit “Camille?”

He is already out like a light so you shush her to keep from waking him happy to have a break from him. You take the opportunity to softly caress her leg that is nearest to you. You move your hand up needing to feel her, be close to her. You need to feel grounded because you are full of anxious nerves. 

Her gaze snaps to you in a wide eyed shock. “Don’t.”

You pause. “I need to touch you.”

You can read her body the second the words leave your lips she needs it too. She bites her bottom lip as you take off her shoe and caress her foot and up her leg. You lean over and kiss her ankle. 

She sighs and you just know her lips are parted and her eyes are wide with that face she makes when she is anticipating your next move.

“Oh my God.” She whispers.

You glance up at her. 

“Look. There, clomping through the leaves.”

You sit up and turn to look where she is. You sigh as you see the domino game night gang walking about coming toward you. You rush to stand and brush leaves off of you as they wave and shout. They approach and Thérèse shushes them. 

Suzanne looks at Thérèse, “What happened to you to your foot?”

Thérèse is quick with a lie "Blister."

She looks at her with a pout “I got one, too.” She turns to her husband “I told you this walk was too far.”

He rolls his eyes at her “Well, we’re leaving now, aren’t we darling?”

She sighs “Without doing a single thing we came to do.”

He sounds even more annoyed as he leans into her space. “If you want to rent a boat, Suzanne and row out into the fading light be my guest. I’m going home.”

He treks past leaving her standing there and you can’t help but shake your head at the ridiculous man. 

Suzanne leans toward Thérèse. “Can I tell you something, Thérèse?”

Thérèse looks up with a nod. And Suzanne continues “All men are pigs.” 

She stomps off after her husband and Grivet sighs. “Why can’t you two be civil to one another?”

They all wonder off arguing about renting a boat or not and you look to Thérèse with a sly smile. “All men are pigs. I agree.”

“You won’t turn into a pig once you pretend to be a man will you?”

You shake your head. “I could never.”

You wander to the docks after Camille awakes and of course Camille yammers on about boats and water and how he is terrified of water, a fact you already knew and the reason you are out here today. You also know he can’t swim and that is essential to the plan. 

You help him into the boat “Sit down, Camille. Don’t stand in the boat.”

You turn to Thérèse and she looks nervous. She knows how to swim but is not confident in her skills. You have reassured her that you won't let anything happen to her but it seems she needs a bit more reassurance now. 

Camille continues to yammer on to himself so you whisper to Thérèse. “I love you.”

She grabs your hand and gets in the boat whispering back “I love you.”

You adjust and sit in the centre grabbing the paddles and begin to row out. You paddle far off to the side less taken due to the stronger currents of water. Camille is distractedly looking forward to the setting sun and leaning over to touch the water. You nod at Thérèse and mouth the word “Now.”

Her gaze is full of fright but you nod again and she leans over the opposite side as Camille to touch the water and then hoists herself overboard with a scream and loud splash. Camille turns, gripping the sides of the boat in terror. “I can’t swim! Lauren, save her!”

You nod and jump into the water destabilising the boat. It tips over dumping Camille into the water. He screams and panics to hold onto the edge of the boat. You swim after Thérèse going under water and grabbing her. You swim together disappearing around the bend in the river. You come up behind some overgrown shrubbery that falls into the water. She takes in a large breath as you both come up. She has a death grip on you and you help pull her up onto the bank, her dress heavy and weighing her down. You help her strip it off, being sure to tear it, throwing a few pieces into the water. You throw off your vest and skirt as well, tearing them up. Just beyond this bend the water picks up pace and there are rocks and a few deep pools of water. With the setting sun your hope is they will find pieces of your clothes and assume the worst. When they search for your bodies they will struggle to search and possibly just give up and call you both dead. 

You can both hear Camille screaming for help and other voices far off in the distance. You move quickly now changing your clothes from the bag you had hidden here in preparation. You dress as a man and Thérèse dresses in a much more simple dress than the one she came in. You sneak out of the park in a rush and make it unseen.   

The plan is working. The two of you just have to make it to the train station. You have all your money and the little Thérèse has been able to hide away. It's enough to live a peaceful life far away from both your pasts. 

Thérèse stays quiet. She is excited but you can tell she's full of nerves. You squeeze her hand and she leans into you. 

You make it to the train station with time to spare. You grab some snacks at the little shop attached to the train station and sit on a bench. There were not many people at this late hour and that was part of the plan. The sun has set and the search for your bodies has probably been abandoned with the fleeting light. The people waiting for this late train are like you running or hiding from something. No one chooses the night train if they can help it. You snack on the peanuts, candies, and bread. A rather sad dinner but it will hold you both over. 

Thérèse has clung to your side and stayed rather quiet. You watch her carefully worried she might change her mind or panic. You feel on the verge of panic yourself, the adrenalin is wearing off and you are starting to worry and exhaustion is settling in your bones. 

When the train arrives you give Thérèse an encouraging squeeze of the hand as you board. You sat in the front and waited anxiously for the train conductor to come by and check your tickets and papers. 

You both hold your breath anxious to see if your new identities will hold up. Your breasts are bandaged down and the suit you wear has not gotten you any second glances like your old wardrobe did. You are confident in your deeper voice and the friend who forged your papers but you can't help but be nervous. 

The conductor takes your papers and reads over them. He glances at you both and smiles. "Evening Mr. And Mrs. Lister."

You both give a polite smile to the conductor. "Evening."

He punches holes in your tickets and hands back your papers. You both let out quiet sighs of relief and turn to Thérèse. "How does it feel to be Mrs. Lister?" 

Her lips tug upward and you can't help but smile back "Well, we haven't gotten a chance to truly consummate this Marriage Mr. Lister. You haven't even kissed me Laurent."

She makes sure to put emphasis on the t as she pronounces your new name.

Your smile shifts into a smirk. Heat pools low at the way she says your new name. You follow suit and put emphasis on the a in her new name. "Mmm Thérèsa." 

You lean in and softly capture her lips. She bites at your bottom lip softly and pulls away. "Later."

You peck her lips quickly. "Mmm hmm."

>>>>

Exhaustion settles in and you fight sleep until you no longer can you both nap off and on through the long ride. 

Morning stirs as the train continues on. The train has a food cart so you make a trip to get some pastries and coffee. 

You both eat soaking up the sunshine beaming in through the windows. The world seems brighter the farther you get from the cold dark dungy city. The freedom is warm on your skin and fills you with joy like you have never known. You can see the peaceful bliss across Thérèsa's face. 

Everything feels good. You think that maybe just maybe things will be good. 

>>>>

You arrive in the far off village of your new home. A delicate little cottage with a flowery garden surrounding it that is on the outskirts of the village. It's private and bright. Sweet flowery scents and chirps of birds.

When you take it all in you can see your future here.

The cottage itself is small and cosy. It has a cute little spare room that you can transform into a library and office to write more books in. 

The garden is perfect for Thérèsa's hopes to grow different flowers and fruits and vegetables to sell some in the village and help you live comfortably. 

Smiles are shared and you know you both will love it here. You turn to her and wrap her in a hug. She squeals as you lift her up into your arms bridal style and carry her into your cottage. You carry her to your new shared bed where you get to have her forever all to yourself. 

You stand and slowly start to unbutton the suit you're wearing. She bites her bottom lip and pulls herself up to help you from the edge of the bed. 

She exposes you fully before she lets you start to remove her dress. Her emerald gaze scans your entire body. 

She looks at you like you like no one else ever has. There is a softness and yet a hunger and the love shining brightly in her eyes has your knees weak. 

You move closer and slowly unbutton the blouse top to her dress. You peel the fabric away and make her turn away from you so you can remove her corset. You kiss her shoulders. "I don't think you should wear this awful thing anymore, at least not here at home."

"Mmm hmm. I'm sure you'd rather I wear nothing here at home."

"That would be ideal."

"Maybe for you but I'd get cold." 

"No, I wouldn't allow it. I'd keep you warm."

You wrap her up in your arms as you remove the last part of the top half of her dress. She turns in your arms and captures your lips. You move your hands to the skirts and remove the last of the material between you. Her skin on display is something you hope you never get used to. It's breathtaking. She has the softest skin that's just dusted with freckles. You take your time soaking in every inch of her exposed skin the way her muscles flex as she moves to lay down. 

You slowly climb onto the bed and slot your legs together as you lower yourself onto her. She pulls you down fully by your shoulders and captures your lips with an inpatient urgent need. You match her urgency, but only for a moment. You pull back trying to slow the kisses down. You want her so badly but you don't want to rush a thing. This is the first time you don't have to worry about being caught. She whimpers and grips your shoulder desperate to have you closer than close. She moans when you let more of your body weight settle atop her. 

You move your hips against her and feel her slick heat spread across your thigh and you adjust so you can get the same friction against her. She lets out a breathy moan as she feels how hot and wet you are for her. She moves her hands to your ass and pulls as she bucks her hips up against you. A dance of pulling and pushing of hips warms both of your skin. You burn with passion and feel how heated her entire body is for you. She moans biting her lip like she always does to keep herself quiet. “Louder, I want to hear everything.” 

The sound of her free unsuppressed moans sends shivers down your spine and makes you groan against her neck. She feels so good and sounds like music to your ears. You know she is close as her eyebrows crease and her mouth opens more moans falling from her kiss bruised lips. You can feel your own pleasure building to that familiar crescendo. She racks her blunt nails down your back as she screams out and the sting sends you following her over the edge.   

You collapse beside her and pull her into kissing all the exposed skin available. You both sigh happily. 

You have finally found a home in her and she finally feels loved and free. You both are excited to start the rest of your lives together here. 

AN: I hope you all enjoyed this GAY version of ‘In Secret’! I have been going through it and working on this one for a while. I am sorry I can never keep a posting schedule. Anyway, I appreciate interactions of any kind. I just love to talk about my obsession with the incredible talent that is Elizabeth Olsen or any badass Ladies really! 

#im going to hell and im dragging you all with me! #lets go! #elizabeth olsen #in secret #but sooooooo GAY #lesbian #wlw #smut #Thérèse Raquin

[bloomingflowersthings]

The show must go on

Pairings: Sick!Elizabeth Olsen X Actress!Reader

Summary: Working as an actress meant having a super busy routine and almost no time to take care of yourself. How does that work out when your girlfriend gets sick?

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Being an actress was not that easy. Between shooting scenes, attending to meetings, fitting costumes and participating on interviews, you barely had time to spend with your girlfriend, Elizabeth, who was also an actress.

Even though you were both casted on the same movie, you were barely seeing eachother the last few days. You would only see Liz when it was time to sleep, and both of you were too exhausted to engage in a conversation.

However today was meant to be different.

The whole cast was going to shoot a big fight scene, so you were going to see Lizzie, even though you were working.

Waking up in your shared trailer, your girlfriend had already left to an interview as usual. You got ready for the day an headed towards the kitchen. Lizzie would always leave some breakfast for you, nothing too fancy, usually some toast and coffee, you both liked to keep it simple in the mornings and she always made it with love.

Sitting at the table she had prepared some toast, strawberries and….tea? it was highly unusual for her to drink tea, you didn’t even know you had it in your cupboards. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, you finished eating and headed to set.

Entering the ser you encountered your co-star, Scarlett, who had just finished getting her makeup done.

“Hey Scar!! you look great!!”

“Y/N!! thank you so much!! I hope my makeup isn’t totally ruined when Lizzie beats me up on screen” She said, chuckling slightly afterwards.

“Speaking of Lizzie, have you seen her today? she’s the only one who’s late.” You said, worry lingering at your voice. It was highly unusual for her to be late to set since she always liked to rehearse her lines with you.

“From what I heard, her interview is running a little late” She answered, matter of factly. “But don’t worry about it too much, It happens sometimes.” Scarlett added, after seeing how worried your expression was.

You agreed and got ready to get in character, dressing your suit and heading to get your makeup done. You had your eyes closed when you heard Lizzie entering the room.

“Sorry I got late, we kept having to redo some parts of the interview.” You overheard her talking to the team. There was something….off about her voice. It was lacking its soft tone. It sounder raspy and kind of congested.

“You ready to get your makeup done?” One of the members of the makeup team asked

“Yeah, sure, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

You still had your eyes closed, but your chair was right next to the bathroom and you recognized her footsteps heading towards you. As she passed through you she gave you a quick kiss, as usual. And you couldn’t help but smile. The unusual part of it was that she gave you a kiss on the cheek, rather than on the lips, that was curious.

Since your seat was so close to where she was, you could hear her sniffing and blowing her nose. Lizzie did have spring allergies, but it was october so they shouldn’t be bothering her. Apparently your thoughts triggered a physical reaction on you, because your makeup artist called you out: “don’t crinkle your eyebrows!” she said, as she gave a light, playful slap on your arm.

Done with her business, Lizzie entered the room again to get her makeup done, finally you had your eyes open and you winked at her as she took a seat next to you. As she started getting her makeup ready, your hairdresser was already styling your hair.

Glancing at her, you noticed how tired she looked. Having closed her eyes, there were bags under her eyes, she was pale and her nose was red. she almost looked…sick?

Interrupting your thoughts she raised an open hand to her makeup artist, signaling her to stop.

“Hhup’tshhiew! Hh’iishiew! oh! ‘scuse me!”

Everyone near you blessed her and she was quickly back to her makeup. You both got ready quickly and got in costume. Waiting to be called to the set, you sat on the common room couch, rehearsing your lines, until her nose started twitching…

“Hh’ishiew! Hheh’tktoo! Hih’tiishiew!” she sneezed down her elbow, sniffling slightly afterwards.

“Do you need a tissue baby?” You whispered to her, pure sympathy clear in your words.

Lizzie nodded shyly and you headed to the bathroom to get her some tissues. She blew her nose quietly and you noticed she was quite congested.

“Lizzie, are you feeling alright?” you asked, concern slipping on your features.

She sighed, “I think i’m coming down with something.”

“I think so too sweetie.”

The speakers called the whole cast to get on set and you couldn’t help the worry that consumed your thoughts. Today was the longest scene you had to record yet. Full of lines and action. Maybe your girlfriend should ask for a day off but you knew she would never agree on that.

Everyone got to their marks and the shooting started. Everything was doing smoothly. With Lizzie stifling coughs and sneezes discretely whenever she wasn’t on camera. If it continued like that, you knew she would have a headache pretty soon, but you also understood that she couldn’t just sneeze in the middle of a scene. You just wish you could take her home and take care of her.

After the shooting was done she looked exhausted. But everyone was finished for the day and you could finally care for her properly. As she walked over you, something was noticeable. “Your cheeks are flushed, love.” You said, honestly. “I really don’t feel good, Y/N- H’tsschoo! Hhup’tshiew!” she sneezed tightly on her elbow. “Aww baby, bless you, you feel a little too warm for my liking, C’mon, let’s take you home, I’m gonna take care of you.”

#sickfic #snzfic #sick elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen sickfic #elizabeth olsen

[juiles]

Masterlist!

❈: kid!reader ✩: partner!reader ✲: platonic!reader (thats not their kid)

✿: fluff ⁑: angst ❃: hurt/comfort

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Scarlett Johansson:

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Mama will always keep you safe ❈ ✿⁑

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The best moms in the multiverse ❈✿

You are my world ✩❃

I will be your mama forever ✲ ❃

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Why me? ✩ ⁑ ✿

Sticking out sucks masterlist.

Hiding it ✩ ⁑ ✿ Pt2

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We’re always with you ✩ ⁑ ✿

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Just a normal day ❈ ✿

#masterlist #marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #colin jost #elizabeth olsen #scarlett johansson #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mcu fandom #steve rogers #chris evans

[moviehealthcommunity]

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness has sudden scenes of strobe effects as portals open and other magic happens. Inside a residential home, all of the lights flicker for several seconds in one scene.

Several shots have the camera rolling sideways, which is disorienting each time. A few scenes have no discernable sense of up and down. One confrontation involves spinning at very high speeds. In one scene, all of the walls and floor move like a kaleidoscope.

Flashing Lights: 9/10. Motion Sickness: 9/10.

TRIGGER WARNING: Immediately after being praised for not vomiting, a character vomits off-screen, multiple times with graphic sound effects. One character convulses violently during a dramatic moment. There is some brief demon-like body contortion in one scene.

Image ID: A theatrical poster for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

#Movie Health Community #Health Warning #Actually Epileptic #Photosensitive Epilepsy #Seizures #Migraines #Motion Sickness #Marvel #Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness #May #2022 #Benedict Cumberbatch #Elizabeth Olsen #Chiwetel Ejiofor #Benedict Wong #Xochitl Gomez #Michael Stuhlbarg #Rachel McAdams #Sam Raimi #Rated PG-13

[darthrue17]

Okay, so I’m gonna be extremely fucking annoying so please forgive me, BUT, I had a sort of stupid thought. After rewatching Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3 (which btw is absolutely amazing and James Gunn is probably my favorite comic book movie director).

After that, I remembered a cut plot line from Endgame where Rocket and Wanda were supposed to go on a road trip, which than got me thinking “Holy fucking shit, imagine if James Gunn had gotten to write Wanda Maximoff, that would’ve been dope as fuck”

What’s my reason for saying this? His writing for Harley Quinn in The Suicide Squad was absolutely amazing, especially the bit that turned into her stellar monologue about the difficulties of moving on from abusive relationships.

Plus, James Gunn is really one of the few directors and writers in the MCU to give female characters the same amount of development as the male characters, with that development being very well fleshed out and feeling very human few MCU films even match.

Idk, James Gunn and his Guardians films mean so much to me, and there’s a part of me that thinks it would’ve been extremely cool to see him take on the character of Wanda Maximoff (I also hold this opinion with Thor and Natasha, but that’d be a longer rant), I just think it would’ve been amazing and give Elizabeth Olsen so much more to work with.

Not that any of her material has been without merit and something to work with, especially in the case of Multiverse of Madness and getting to work with Sam Raimi (another favorite of mine), but seeing Elizabeth Olsen get a monologue similar to what Harley got in The Suicide Squad or a Peacemaker style redemption arc from Gunn would’ve been sick. Here’s hoping that Elizabeth Olsen becomes apart of the DCU and gets to actually gets to work with James Gunn.

Okay, that’s all, sorry for the incredibly long rant, this probably won’t get traction, but if it does, that’s cool lol. I hope it’s at least semi enjoyable to read, and until we meet again! (Also, Wanda and Rocket are my favorite MCU characters, so have some gifs as a reward lol)

#darth’s insane ramblings #i’m going crazy #guardians of the galaxy #wanda maximoff #rocket raccoon #james gunn #dcu #mcu #dc universe #marvel cinematic universe #expect more insane ramblings like this #and also other stuff like pitches and fancasts