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Call It What You Want pt (1/2)

Sorority Leader Wanda AU (Inspired by Taylor Sloane)

Summary - Wanda wants to show off her girlfriend to her friends you are too much of an introvert to go to a party with her until she finds a way to convince you.

What happens when one day Natasha leaves you home alone and your girlfriend, Wanda decides to pay you a visit, determined to get her way. Would you be able to say no to her invitation when she is three fingers deep in you or fall for her charms and seal your fate?

Warning - mean Wanda but in a sexual way, daddy kink, name calling (pup, puppy) , a little choking and slapping but it's Wanda!, Overstimulation, roleplaying.

A/N - Hello everyone!

It's part one of this three part series. It's seriously a whole new universe filled with angst, fluff, smut and romance! Seriously it is just the beginning @xxxtwilightaxelxxx and I have planned so much for this and really am so grateful for this commission!

Hope you all enjoy it as much as we did while coming up with this!

(Wanda's outfit)

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"Mama." You called your mother as you walked back upstairs from the basement after spending more than an hour working on the new art project you had picked. Trying to hold back the beaming smile that appeared on your lips every time you think of how excited the woman would be once she would see your new art piece.

"Are you going somewhere?" You asked when you saw the woman looking through her purse for the keys. Her hands pushing aside content and placing some of them on the couch, the glass bracelet you made for her on her wrist reminded you of your first project, you were so excited to bring it to your mother. The woman would always wear it with her black shirt, like now. "Yeah. Yelena." Natasha answered and you nodded before you walked over to the bowl and threw the keys on the couch knowing exactly what she was looking for and Natasha gave you a grateful smile before her eyes got the familiar mischief look in them.

"Don't even!" You warned while sitting on the couch opposite her. Ready to fight her if she brought it up again. Recently she had started joking about getting Alzheimer's with how much she was forgetting stuff and the amount of things she misplaced and forgotten."What? I didn't say anything."

"Yeah because I stopped you." You murmured while picking up the walnuts on the table to eat a few. Ever since Natasha mentioned this forgetfulness, you had placed a bowl of various nuts on the table, after learning that the omega fatty acid helps with memory. You knew that she had been only joking about it but deep down the fear of losing her in any way scares you to your core. You wondered if the woman was aware of it, you didn't show it all that much but then you shook the thought away. She was your mother. Of course she would know.

"Okay, Malyshka, I will be back in a few hours after dealing with your aunt." Natasha grumbled at the end and you smiled in amusement, as much as your mother complained about your aunt, she couldn't deny the entertainment the woman brought to your house. You could already think of Natasha coming home and telling you all about it as you two cooked dinner.

Natasha picked up her bag and kissed your forehead as she walked past you. "See you." You picked up your phone, wondering if you should drop a text to Wanda, maybe let her know how you were going to be alone for the next few hours but decided to not disturb the blonde, instead focused on replying to her last text asking about your progress on the project.

It had been only fifteen minutes or so when you heard the doorbell. Your first thoughts were your mother forgetting something but then remembered the package, Natasha took for the neighbors earlier in the morning. You opened the door, expecting your neighbour for their package but was greeted with a sight of none other than your girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. You usually wouldn't be caught off guard by her presence as she would always pay you surprise visit but this time, it felt different. In all your years of knowing her, one thing you had always noticed about the woman was the way she took care of herself, especially while going out so it was safe to say you had never seen Wanda in anything less than a picture perfect outfit but this time she had outdone herself.

She was wearing a blue dress with a deep neckline to reveal her cream color Brasserie that left her top half of the breasts uncovered to the point where you could see the mole on her left breast, driving you insane. You were left with an extreme urge to kiss the small spot, suck it to your heart's desire. A part of you wondered if she did it on purpose, revealing it all, knowing you won't be able to touch or play until she allows it and you couldn't even recall the last time she let you play with them. Not even a single kiss to your favorite spot. The dress tied around her waist, highlighting her figure and a slit till mid thighs where you could catch a glimpse of the soft and smooth flesh.

"Hey.." You greeted breaking a very long moment of silence after you realised that you do own functional vocal chords. If rendered speechless was really something, you were sure you were experiencing it right there in that moment. Your eyes flickered back and forth between the exposed bra and the way it softly cupped her breast, supporting them in the right way.

"Are you going to let me in or stare at my chest some more, Detka?" Wanda questioned, a smirk of accomplishment playing on her lips when you flushed a shade of red she was well acquainted with. She pushed her sunglasses up on her head and stared into your eyes, a smile of adoration when you avoided eye contact, getting shy under her gaze. Her hand lightly played with her hair that she had let down today.

"Of course..come in." You pulled the door back letting her in, your body working on auto pilot while your eyes kept on roaming up and down her figure, you had to literally take a deep breath to stop yourself. A tiny voice at the back of your head finding this all suspicious, the timing, the dress and especially the knowing smile playing on the blonde's lips but you pushed it back further, wanting to enjoy the view in front of you.

Wanda stepped in, her fingers brushing your arm sensually as she walked past you. Sometimes you didn't even know if she would do it on purpose or if it had embedded itself in her subconscious, the constant need to touch anywhere or everywhere every few minutes. Even when you two were children, Wanda would come up to you every fifteen minutes claiming a 'Huggy Time' or "Kissy Time" and would smother you in hugs and kisses. Now it has become a way for you two to make each other smile whenever one of you gets upset over something. You could still remember the first time little Wanda did it and you were too shocked to move, almost afraid of her but slowly the little girl swept her way into your small heart and you would start looking forward to those special moments with your best friend.

Wanda walked ahead in the corridor, her eyes briefly glancing to the pictures of a baby Y/N, 8-9 year old with Natasha, smiling a toothy grin but still having a timid look as the redhead hugged the child in her arm attempting to bite the cotton candy, the kid was holding. Another frame held a picture of Y/N painting with Natasha, laughing with her throwing her head back, missing a tooth as Natasha looked lovingly at her, their hand prints scattered in front of them on various white sheets. It always reminded her how even when little, Y/N had a really artistic side.

The frame she loved the most was the one where Y/N and Wanda were covered in mud, laughing at the camera holding each other's hands. The little Wanda was trying to throw mud at whoever was taking the picture and little you were trying to stop her. It reflected your childhood personalities and friendship really well. Wanda being a lot more outgoing than you as kids, she would be fighting your bullies, protecting you from the mean kids, including you in all her games, dragging you out to play with her helping you out from your shy indoor self and you would calm Wanda down from her excited state, stop her from making any bad decision especially the one that might cost you two 'good behaviour cookies', you would listen to her go off about the random of things without losing interest something other kids tend to do quite often.

Wanda enjoyed looking at the pictures, they always seemed to remind her how lucky she was to be here with you, after everything that could have gone differently, she made it on time and here she was aware that she could bring you to smile for the rest of her days, like in those frames. There wasn't anything stopping her from holding your hand. Kissing you. Calling you her girlfriend, claiming you in every way possible.

"You want something to drink?" You asked Wanda watching her look at the pictures on the wall as she gave a nod, you were glad for the distraction, allowing you to take in to her beauty without her noticing, knowing you would be too embarrassed if caught by her again. You started leading her to the kitchen.

"Mama isn't home." You mentioned it casually while walking into the open kitchen, taking out some ice ready to put in the vegetable smoothie Natasha makes in bulk for when Wanda is over. "Oh really? Where's she off to?" Wanda asked while sitting on the stool, legs crossing over top of each other, her elbows placed on the island with her head on her hand as she watched you, the look in her eyes making you shudder but you reasoned it with the ice you were holding in your hands.

"Aunt Yelena." That was enough of the explanation as Wanda nodded taking her drink from you, aware of your aunt and her antics. "Did you and Steven sort it out with Darcy?" Wanda asked while wrapping her lips around the straw, sucking up the liquid, winking at you when you paused to look at her, causing you to blush and stutter out an answer, "He-He is over to her place."

"Ha..I see." She nodded listening to your explanation on why Darcy was mad at Steven and how you were in between trying to get the duo to reconcile again when you finished, you let out a surprised gasp when Wanda grasped your tshirt pulling your face closer, "Hey.." You squeaked out a greeting and Wanda laughed softly, closing her eyes very briefly as if to capture the moment in her memory and your embarrassment turned into a smile at the melodious sound.

"Hi. Why don't you try this?" Wanda moved the straw toward you and you grimaced, quickly replacing it with a nervous smile when the older girl narrowed her eyes, "It's good for your health." She pushed it closer, the straw on your lips. You could smell the lavender body wash off her with being this close to her. You could not help but inhale it subtly before slowly gulping the leafy liquid down as fast as you could without tasting much of it. Wanda always being very particular about your eating routine, knowing you sometimes would end up skipping meals in between working on your projects. If she wasn't constantly checking up on you through her texts, she would make sure you get enough sources of iron and other minerals through disgusting smoothies like this.

"That's it.." You tried pulling away but her grip remained firm keeping you in place, "One more. Please." Wanda requested but her voice sounded far from requesting, the gaze of steel she gave you had you almost whining out loud but you could hardly do anything against the dirty blonde haired girl. Between the two of you, she would always get her way with you. But this time you blamed your mother for even making this horrendous liquid, knowing very well she would purposely do it knowing Wanda would make sure you consume it with her.

You finished taking another sip and tried moving away but Wanda didn't allow it and you raised your eyebrows in question but the blonde answered with a sweet smile that reached her eyes as she pulled you in, placing her lips onto yours and you could feel the strawberry chapstick of hers, letting out a tiny moan at the familiar taste, remembering it to be your favorite chapstick of hers. Remembering the first time you tasted it.

You were spending your time on Wanda's bed, chilling with your comic while Wanda got ready for one of her parties, you never attended those with her. The loud music and the people getting drunk was the last thing you would want to see. She was looking through her cosmetics and occasionally you would pick something up and ask Wanda its purpose being completely surprised each time with the answer. You were enjoying your scavenger hunt within her products when you came across the strawberry chapstick opening it and being so amazed at the smell asking Wanda if it tasted that way too. The older girl had only smirked at your question, taking it from you and putting it on her lips before placing her lips on yours, letting you taste the chapstick. The small kiss turned into a makeout session. Needless to say, a few hours later the sorority leader's phone was blowing with texts and calls that were drawn under the moans and screams she elicited from you.

"What's the occasion?" You asked when Wanda finally let you go, enjoying the daze she had left you in from her kiss. "I can't be nice to my puppy without an occasion?" Wanda asked, one eyebrow raised while she swirled the smoothie around.

"Of course you can, Daddy." You answered still not very convinced but if she was giving you special treatment, you were more than willing to welcome it though a part of you kept on wondering as Wanda pulled you into another kiss effectively blocking your thoughts.

Liho jumped on the counter getting in between you and Wanda stopping the kissing effectively, pulling away disgruntled at the disturbance, "I think your mother has trained her into doing all this." Wanda almost shot daggers at the cat who was now comfortable in your arms, giving Wanda one of her famous stares.

You laughed while petting the feline, "I don't know anymore. She is always fine around Darcy." You rubbed your face against the cat, softly giggling at the tingly sensation from her whiskers, before letting it go, "Of course. She hates me only." Wanda watched the two of you interact, a smile of adoration forming on her lips when she heard you laugh.

"That's not true. She is just protective of me." You corrected while you moved the straw from Wanda's drink around in the air watching as Liho tried to fight it. "Oh really? And what danger do you have from me?" Wanda asked, her voice taking in on a suggesting tone and with years of training from the sorority leader, you quickly caught onto it.

"Well what if you try to take advantage of me when my girlfriend isn't around?" You asked playing along, a little more shyly than Wanda but the tingle in her eyes was enough to drive away any shyness, replacing it with an urge to please her.

"Well, Where is she then?" Wanda asked before taking on a tone of fake sympathy, "Does she not take care of you?" She added in a sultry voice, looking you up from head to toe, making your knees feel weak as you squirmed in your place.

"She wouldn't like me telling you such stuff. I don't even know you." You answered her, avoiding her gaze as if she was telling the truth while trying to hold back your smile at the pout on her lips as she carefully approached your side and you gave her a look of suspicion.

"It could be our secret. She doesn't have to know." You let out a small gasp at her suggestion while Wanda used her fingernail to trace random patterns on your arm, she leaned in and once again you loved the height difference, as you stared at her chest, almost not noticing how close she was getting, "Tell me what you need.." She whispered in your ear, licking the shell of your ear before placing a kiss on it. Knowing exactly how much you love it. You were glad for the hold she had on your arm otherwise you would have fallen at the jolt of electricity you felt at her touch.

"I need you." You looked into Wanda's eyes and tried leaning in to kiss her, whining when the woman grabbed you by your throat, holding your head still, her lips brushing yours, turning your whine into a whimper when she squeezed your neck. Her eyes holding you in place as her thumb graze your bottom lip pulling it down slowly before pushing it into your mouth, you instantly started sucking on it with the aim of pleasing the woman in hopes she would return the favor and be a little easier on you. You could see she liked it with the way she took a sharp inhale, closing her eyes momentarily before speaking up again.

"Tell me exactly what you need me to do." Wanda retreated her thumb back to your bottom lip not before wiping your spit on your cheek, smacking it lightly when you immediately didn't start speaking, "I..I need you to touch me. Play with me." You whispered trying to look away as heat rushed up to your cheeks but the hold Wanda had on your throat didn't allow you to look anywhere else but her.

"Where?" She prodded further, her hand squeezing your throat again. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and you wondered if the older girl also felt it underneath her hand. You longed to know if it was driving her crazy the way it was driving you.

"Wand-" You started to speak but Wanda immediately cut you off.

"Ah ah, I asked, Where, draga mea?" The endearment rolled off her tongue and you knew she wasn't going to stop until you gave in. Wanda Maximoff was in full control of you.

"I-I need you to play with my pussy."

Wanda took a sharp intake and you noticed the dilation of her pupils as she let go of your throat. "Go." She whispered, her eyes flickering up to where your room was and back to you which was enough for you to know what she wanted.

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"Strip." Wanda commanded, sucking in her bottom lip as her eyes raked down up and down your body with the lust she barely cared to hide. Ever since you had accidentally expressed your body image issues to Wanda, she had made sure to tell you how gorgeous you were, all the scars on your body, the stretch marks you loathed seemed to make you even more beautiful in her eyes. A concept that was hard for you to understand right now but the possibility wasn't completely shut down.

"Beautiful.." Wanda whispered when your naked flesh was revealed, for a moment your insecurities almost made you discard the compliment but the mesmerized look in her eyes had you flushing a deep shade of red especially when she got closer and started kissing every inch of the exposed skin from your stomach to the side of your ribs, just below your bra while her hands slowly started taking off your bra, kissing the flesh that she revealed while getting rid of the piece of cloth. In mere seconds you found yourself down on the bed, naked from the top as you stared up at her still clothed form, your eyes lingered at her chest.

The glass heart pendant you made her in your first year of college was hanging from her neck when she got on top of you and you noticed the way it rested just above her cleavage. The lust in your eyes burned down to the love you felt in that moment when the pendant reminded you who you were to her. No matter how much you two indulge in the most obscene of fantasies, in the end you were in the safest hands, of someone who loves you and would never let anything happen to you.

Wanda must have noticed your gaze fixated on the pendant and she did one of the sexiest and romantic things she could have done as she brought up the pendant to her lips and placed a kiss on it. "Eyes on me, Pup." You felt heat in your cheeks.

"Sorry, Daddy." You gave her a shy smile before moving to wrap your hands around her neck to pull her in for a kiss but was stopped by her grabbing your hands together to tie it with a ribbon you didn't even know was there, "I am afraid a sorry won't cut it." Wanda gave you a teasing smile and you gave her an innocent look playing along, "What will I have to do, Daddy?"

"You my Detka, need to be punished." Wanda whispered, her face inches away from you as she started kissing your lips, devouring them, making you moan in her mouth when she bit your lip, her hand roaming up your thighs, cupping your pussy over your panties sliding in between your lips on your throbbing clit, "Mmm so wet and we haven't started." Wanda whispered against your lips before pulling away, "Who would have thought a mommy's girl like you would be such a whore.." Wanda said as she took off your shorts, leaving you shivering at the cold air making contact with your core.

You whimpered when her hand made contact with your pussy in a smack stopping you from trying to arch yourself more into her, "Down, pup." She reminded you while she started working on her dress, slowly pulling the straps down her shoulder, laughing sadistically you would say, when you whined, longing to touch her. "Bad puppies don't get to touch."

Slowly she got rid of the dress, her eyes locked on you and you could see the effort she was putting in not jumping you. You squirmed in your binds when her bra clad breasts were in front of you, your attention again shifting to the tiny mole that seemed to mock you of your helplessness, so close yet so far out of you reach. You wanted nothing but to learn forward and place your lips on it, Wanda smirked in satisfaction when she noticed the look on your face, her hand moving up your thigh, nails tracing the skin gradually moving up to your pussy, hovering over the flesh but not giving it to you yet causing you to whimper in need. "Daddy..please don't tease." You pleaded and put on your most pathetic face hoping Wanda would take pity on you but the witch only seemed to laugh.

"How adorable. What do you want, Darling?" Wanda asked, her hands playing with your chest, squeezing the soft mounds while her thumb rolled the nipple around, bringing the soft nub to harden.

"Make me cum." You answered and immediately wished you hadn't as the mistake registered in your brain along with the hand that immediately came down on your wet pussy in a sharp spank and your body didn't understand how to react, the pain mixing with pleasure when her hand contacted your swollen clitoris. "Is that how you ask me?" Wanda asked, her eyes fierce and you could tell that you messed up with the way one of her eyebrows was raised in question and if her hand wasn't busy hovering over your pussy as a reminder of what was going to come next if you didn't do something, she would have them crossed over her chest.

"No! No. I meant to say please please make me cum. I swear." You pleaded, your eyes fixated on her hand as you flexed your thighs knowing you couldn't do anything if she were to decide on a spanking, but it never came as Wanda hummed weighing your words, "On my terms." She declared at last and you nodded about to thank her when her hand came down on your core again in a quick spank but before you could cry or protest, the hand didn't move instead parted your lips and dipped into your wet folds causing you to moan.

You wanted to arch up your hips, guide Wanda better but you refrained from doing knowing Wanda would definitely leave you tied up if you made another mistake and the past encounters were enough to remind you how Wanda knew your body better than you. "Ah..Daddy." You moaned loudly when two of Wanda's fingers went inside you at once the wetness allowed them in without any resistance, followed by another. You gasped for breath when she scissored her fingers inside you hitting all the right spots. Soon enough you could feel your walls tighten and an orgasm building up which you were sure Wanda was aware of as the moment you looked at her, her eyes were already on you watching you like a hawk as she shook her head 'No' and you whimpered while trying your best to not let go knowing the consequences would be severe.

"Do you not want it? I don't see you begging for permission." Wanda's fingers started slowing down after a few moments as she mocked you with a tsked of her tongue and you instantly opened your mouth to plead for your dying high.

"Please Daddy..Please let me cum." You closed your eyes tightly as your cheeks flushed a shade darker, trying to search for the dying pleasure, so desperately wanting to move your legs, rub your thighs together, arch your back but Wanda had trained you into mentally binding yourself. You wouldn't move until given permission, too aware of the consequences."I know you can do better than this." Wanda taunted while curling her finger and you almost arched up into her at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

"Please. I will do whatever.. whatever you want.. anything..just don't stop. Please, Daddy" You cried out when she slowed down again, edging you to your orgasm and stopping. It was becoming her favourite game. "Look at me." Wanda whispered, her face mere inches away from you as you opened your eyes to stare in her emerald eyes. "Anything?" She asked and you nodded while biting your lip, "Anything you want." The moment those words left your mouth, Wanda's lips attacked yours.

Her fingers started moving at a faster pace, her thumb playing with your clit, it took mere seconds for her to build up your orgasm again, "Hold it." Wanda whispered in your ear when she stopped kissing you, her lips leaving butterfly kisses down your jaw to neck, you whined at her command wondering what she was thinking before her mouth dropped on your left nipple, sucking and biting the hard nub to life as your senses exploded with pleasure. "Please.." All you could do was beg, your body trying its best to hold back the climax it desired the most.

Wanda played with your chest a little before moving down to your pussy and you almost cried out in relief when she attached her mouth to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves before tapping your thigh twice an indication that you could let go, you didn't have to be told twice as you let your body reach its climax. Your toes curled as the knot uncurled in the most pleasurably painful way letting you relax as you fall back on the bed, breathing heavier than usual, gasping for breath, whimpering when Wanda started licking up your juices before slowly coming up. You watched the woman with your hooded eyes, as she slowly licked the drops of cum off the glass heart hanging from her neck winking at you when your face heated up in the darkest shade of red possible, "Thank you." You whispered after a moment when your breathing finally calmed enough.

"It's not over yet." Wanda pecked your lips and your eyes widen in fear, afraid for your already tired body, you shook your head but Wanda only smile at you. The mean smile she would reserve for moment like these, "I don't think I can." You tugged at your hands and Wanda brushed your hair away from your eyes as her fingers already started working you up. "What? I thought you wanted to cum?" Wanda asked and you only answered with a moan mixed with a whimper of pain. It felt bitter sweet.

"I am sure, You can handle one more for me, Detka." Wanda flexed her fingers, her other hand rolling your nipple as her hand squeezed the flesh leaving you a writhing mess underneath her. "Pl-Please." You didn't know if you wanted her to stop or for her to continue but begging her seemed to be the only thing you could think of as you assumed that Wanda would know what you want but when her fingers started slowing down again as she reminded you of your promise of doing anything and you nodded, just wanting her to continue the sinful things she was doing to your body.

"The party on Saturda-"

"Yes Yes Yes." You cut her off, whimpering when Wanda pinched your nipple as a consequence of your action. "Will you accompany me?" Wanda finished and you nodded before verbally responding with an answer and Wanda let you have your second orgasm as the reality of the situation started sinking in you but you were too tired in that moment to react especially when Wanda laid down next to you, her face next to yours as she unbind your hands, you closed your legs and whimpered quietly at the sensitivity. "Thank you." Wanda looked into your eyes with such happiness that you felt pleased with your decision to say yes, grinning tiredly to yourself ignoring the embarrassment from being completely naked while Wanda was still wearing her undies. Wanda slowly sat up and the excitement returned in your eyes when the woman started taking off her bra, no wonder Wanda called you puppy with how fast you were salivating at the prospect of seeing her naked chest.

Wanda glanced back at you and when she noticed your tired yet hungry gaze fixated on her chest, she couldn't help but let out a laugh, "Aww my baby, come here." She cooed and you ignored the flushing in your cheek as you followed her lead, laying back on the bed, she guided you to her chest and you instantly placed a kiss on her mole, hearing her let out a sigh of content. Wanda loved everytime you kissed her mole, the first kiss would be anything but sexual, it would be purely out of admiration and love for her body and her. She didn't know if you did it purposely but everytime you would snuggle close or share a moment of intimacy, your mouth would find her left breast placing a kiss where the mole was, clothed or naked. It was an oddly cute habit of yours, one she would never wish to change.

You were slowly drifting off with a content smile, your lips wrapped around her nipple while her hand ran through your hair, sometimes scratching the scalp soothingly pushing you into a sleepy state only to end it when she pulled her breast away from your mouth, turning your content smile into a frown as the woman started getting up as well, muttering something about cleaning you up but you only desired to stay close to her. "Nooo." You held onto her a little tighter, determined to not give up this time refusing to let go causing Wanda to let out a laugh, "Fine. Five minutes." Wanda relented after a moment, her voice firm, holding finality and in that moment you were even grateful for the three hundred seconds if it meant being close to her, hearing her beating heart that used to scare you of each passing second but now it only left you with a feeling of content of the days you had ahead with her in each other's embrace.

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Ginger a Taylor Sloane one angst with happy ending. You can choose the story ✌️

That Was Hot

Taylor Sloane x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff. Fingering (T receiving)

Taglist: @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin

Y/N and Taylor have been married for quite some time, all of Taylor's followers know because she has included them into a lot of her streams and pictures. But lately, Y/N has been having doubts because of a fellow influencer, he is new and Taylor has been helping him grasp the followers.

So Taylor hasn't really been around the house as she has been hanging around with Chad. It was when Y/N had noticed one of his posts, a picture of himself and Taylor sat on the sofa, her head lay in his lap as he kissed her temple. What really pissed them off was some of the comments.

'I thought she was married?'

'Chad and Taylor! Relationship goals!'

Y/N had found themselves messaging her and asking her to come home as soon as possible. Needing to talk to her about everything, what they never realised was that Chad had invited himself along.

"Hey baby." Taylor greeted Y/N as she kissed their cheek.

"I need to talk to you." They told her as they ignored Chad's greeting and re-opened the door. "Goodbye Chad." They stated coldly as Chad looked at Taylor.

"But he just got here." Taylor reasoned.

"I need to talk to my wife. In private." They stated firmly as their eyes burned between the two of them.

"I guess I'll see you tonight." Chad told Taylor who went to answer.

"No you won't." Y/N told him as they slammed the door in his face.

"That was rude." Taylor scoffed as she entered the kitchen.

"No, that was just." Y/N stated as they followed her. "I just want to see my wife and not have to share her with another guy." They told her as she laughed.

"He is just a friend." She told them as they chuckled dryly.

"I can't believe that. Not when I have seen his posts, stories and even some of the comments. Especially the latest photo of the two of you." Y/N got it up on their phone. "It looks kind of coupley to me."

"Y/N, I didn't know he took that." She told him honestly. Her own eyes widening at one of his replies to a comment.

'Unfortunately she still is married, but not for long.'

"I'm so sorry Y/N." She whispered as her own eyes stung with unshed tears. "I didn't mean for it to get this far." She watched as they sighed. "I'll straighten this out. I promise."

They watched as she called Chad to come over, she needed to talk to him as Y/N remained hidden in the kitchen as the two straightened things out.

"I need to take a step back from helping you and your blog." She told him.

"Is this all Y/N? They're trying to come between our friendship." He told her as she shook her head.

"No." She told him. "Our friendship has come between my marriage, Y/N has insecurities and rightfully so." She shown him his last post. "You took this picture without my permission, do you know how this makes me look?"

"I can help make the infidelity accusations go away." He told her.

"I am not bothered about my following, I am more bothered about my marriage falling apart." She told him.

"It's not my fault they have trust issues." He told her before taking her hand. "I would never ask you to give up all of the things they have asked you too."

"They haven't." Taylor snatched her hand away from him, a look of disgust on her face as she could see Y/N ready to come in the room. "I think you should leave Chad." She told him.

"No, they are in your head Tay." He tried as he approached her, his hands about to wrap around her hips.

"She told you to leave." Y/N told him as they noticed Taylor's uncomfortable stance.

"You are trying to keep me and Taylor apart." He groaned as he turned to face Y/N.

"There is no Taylor and you." Y/N told him firmly. "Not anymore."

"Fuck you." He snarled as he stepped towards Y/N who just rolled their eyes at him. "You have ruined what we have."

"You had nothing. Just a friendship as Taylor helped you get your blog off of ground." They told him, Chad only answered back with a punch which was caught by Y/N who only put his arm behind his back and pushed him out of the door. "If I see you anywhere near Taylor again, I will personally see to it that you won't see another sunrise." With that they slammed the door, watching as he got in his car and sped off.

"That was hot." Taylor whispered as she leaned on the doorframe, her bottom lip between her teeth as Y/N.

"Yeah?" Y/N questioned with a raised brow as they approached her, she could only nod as Y/N pushed her up against the doorframe. "You are mine." They told her firmly as they squeezed her hips, she moaned as they kissed her hard, their tongue entering her mouth as they moved their hand to cup her clothed core.

"Mm." Taylor moaned as she bucked her hips against their palm. Soon Y/N's kisses travelled down her neck, slapping her clothed aching core. "Fuck."

"All mine." Y/N growled in her ear as she could only nod, trying to relieve the ache between her legs

"Yours. All yours." Taylor told them breathlessly. Y/N smirked as they soon removed their hand from her and pushing it passed her waistband of her shorts and underwear. She moaned as they ran their fingers through her folds, sighing as they rubbed her clit softly. Relieving some of the ache but not enough.

"You are so pretty like this baby girl." They groaned as they rubbed harder. "Desperate for me to fuck senseless." They inserted a finger, making her moan loudly as they thrust at a steady pace. "Do you deserve to cum?"

"Yes." She screamed as they entered another finger, increasing their pace.

"Beg for it." They snarled as she moaned and panted breathlessly. "Beg for me to allow you to cum."

"Please." She squealed as they entered a third finger, biting and sucking her neck harshly. "Let me cum. Please." She moaned as they curled their fingers, hitting her g spot and sending her wild. "Please let me cum for you." Y/N never let up with their movements, only increasing their speed and going harder and deeper. Taylor couldn't form any words as she moaned in their ear.

"Cum for me." They whispered before biting her lip. She screamed their name as Y/N helped her ride her high. Soon they pulled out their fingers and holding them before her mouth, looking in her eyes. "Open." They ordered, she obeyed and opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around their digits. Her eyes never leaving theirs. "You will not be able to walk after I have finished with you." They gripped her jaw and kissed her roughly, eliciting a loud moan from her before they pulled away and dragged her giggling to their shared bedroom.

#taylor sloane x reader #taylor sloane #taylor sloane x gn reader #elizabeth chase olsen #lizzie olsen imagine #ingrid goes west

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writing-house-of-m · 9 months

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Taylor Sloane x Reader

Word count: 339

Warnings: Not edited

Summary: Taylor finds out you weren't following her

A/N: This is the second of the three drabble requests I got. I hope you like it!

Taylor has been in the other room setting up for some kind of photoshoot so you thought you would get some live streaming time in.

It is about an hour later when Taylor comes in to ask, "Did you just follow me?"

Pausing the game you are playing, you take off your headset, turning your attention to Taylor.

"What was that?" You ask curiously with raised eyebrows.

"Did you just follow me?"

The look of guilt is easy to read on your face as all the blood drains from it. You know you have been caught so you do what you always do in situations like these.

Ramble.

"Err… no. Psh, I've always followed you. I'm your biggest fan. From day one. What's that thing people say? Day ones? I'm the number one of number ones. It's like number one was invented but I exceed tha-"

Taylor runs over to you and pounces into your lap giggling, "I can't believe you weren't following, your super hot girlfriend all this time."

You smile sheepishly, showing all your teeth then let out a breath looking down when Taylor raises an eyebrow. "Yes. Okay. I'm a bad partner. I didn't realise I wasn't following you until Pinto said you didn't tag him in a photo. I was hoping you would have thought it was a glitch or something."

"Oh baby, you are so cute if you think I am that naive," Taylor remarks.

"I don't appreciate that tone," you frown.

"I know one way you can make it up to me," Taylor says, closing in on you.

You hum, "Oh, I like where this is going."

Taylor closes the gap but only for less than a second. "You have to catch me first," she challenges, leaping from you going into a full sprint out of the room.

You end your stream saying you have technical difficulties before chasing after Taylor.

After you leave, your phone still resting on your desk lights up with a message from Dan, 'Did she find out yet?'

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scarletmultiverse · 10 months

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Can I request preferences (or headcanons, I don't know which 😅) for Wanda, Zooey, and Taylor about them having a crush on you and how they would get your attention?

ANON! You're such a gem for asking me exactly these three characters, 'cause they're my ultimate favessss!!! Thank u <3

Here we go!

(I honestly don't know how to call this type of story too, people used to say preference before, but I think since fics became "popular" they started to call them headcannons and it is official since then... Anyway!)

Enjoy!

Got any request! Just send me an ask, I'll try to do my best!

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they have a crush on you...

Wanda Maximoff

wanda thinks and works hard when it comes to getting people's attention.

she doesn't want to be misunderstood again like she did in lagos, so any subtle signs that she's going to have a crush on you, she'd work hard to figure out how to ease the tension.

i feel like wanda is, above all, very insecure, and shy when it comes to romantic gestures. she doesn't want you suffering or having doubts about what she feels.

she would DEFINITELY try classic manipulation of her magic, just to make sure the silliest tricks she can pull off with chaos magic would get her attention.

literally, as soon as she sees you on the way, she'll try to levitate something to impress you (and hide her fingers so it doesn't look like she's trying too hard.)

oh, and DEFINITELY try to read your mind to make sure you feel the same way about her.

"oh, hey, (y\n), would you mind telling me what you think of me, no hard feelings?"

Zooey Kern

(can we take a minute just to appreciate how STUNNING lizzie as zooey looks? god i love this woman and her beauty…okay, coming back!)

zooey is sincere and direct, to a certain extent.

she doesn't want you to get mixed up in the mess that is her life, especially after she's practically become part of ben's family.

but she is sure of her feelings and wants you to have a chance to know they exist at least.

she'll start to introduce the subject in casual conversation, something that doesn't necessarily have to do with feelings. and she'll be pretty blunt about telling you that she's into you.

I don't know why, but I see zooey writing those typical high school notes, only with snippets of music instead of just words. only, with lyrics from her emo and rock songs, of course.

"the point is, I'm into you and I don't know how to deal with it. now what, (y\n)?"

Taylor Sloane

I don't even need to mention how obvious taylor is, right?

she has nothing to hide, nothing at all.

there's a good part of her that still thinks about her reputation and how her audience of fans would care about that, but at the same time, she's very relaxed and doesn't care about people's opinions.

but when it comes to you, it is precisely obvious. she doesn't let it slip for a minute that there's something going on between you and wants to look like she's right about how she feels.

deep down, she knows she is.

from purposeful touching to one-liners in normal conversation, she just wants you to know that she's into you and that's it.

and it gets worse when she's high or drunk (most of the time since you're friends and she can do whatever she wants away from ezra's eyes.)

oh, and of course, she would make a point of teasing you for fun with your reaction, especially when it comes to fashion.

"how this dress looks on me, (y\n)? and why are you blushing like that?"

#elizabeth olsen #lgbt #preference #headcannons #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #taylor sloane x reader #zooey kern x reader #taylor sloane #zooey kern #wanda maximoff #honestly my favorite trio #and they're nothing alike #i mean speaking about personality

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messedupfan · 7 months

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Taylor Sloane Draft (Might Not Continue)

A/n: Hello! I thought I'd share something from the drafts that I've kind of abandoned haha. So read at your own discretion that this is possibly all that you'll get from this story. But I am open to any and all ideas, so if you have one let me know in the comments, asks, or even my dms. Enjoy!

Taylor plays with the ring on her finger. She has just accepted a proposal from a man she didn’t love, but that was good for her image. She downs the rest of her champagne and makes a face. She didn’t enjoy the beverage at all, but it was an expensive bottle that he bought special for the occasion. Although it was a sham, he said it was still something to be celebrated. And he wasn’t wrong. Taylor Sloane was no longer going to just be known as a freelance photographer and social media influencer. She was going to be the fiancé of a respected actor who is at the height of his career. Which means that she is going to be getting a lot of attention once their publicists have the photos of their secret engagement “leaked” to the press.

Looking out on the balcony of the restaurant, she can’t admire the view of the city much without being haunted by the memory of the first time she saw it. With you. It wasn’t at a fancy restaurant like this. No, back then the two of you could barely afford to splurge on McDonalds. It was after the first month of living in California. She was losing hope on ever getting an apprenticeship with a professional photographer. She hated the part-time job she had so she could help pay the bills. She was losing all hope of ever achieving her goals and chasing her dreams.

So, to cheer her up and help remind her where she is and of the endless possibilities, you grabbed her camera and drove her to the Hollywood sign. The two of you couldn’t actually get to the sign with security lurking around. But you could hike above it without getting into trouble. At the top of Mount Lee in the middle of the night, Taylor found inspiration again. You handed her the camera and she took a few different shots. She kissed you and thanked you well into the next morning. She truly loved you the best that she knew how.

Taylor looks at the ring and scoffs. There was a time when she believed the only person to ever put a ring on her finger would be you. Now she was far from that ever happening today. It was rare for her to regret her decision. Until it came to moments like these that woke her up. That reminded her of what she lost on her way here.

“I think this is going to be great,” Chris says as he joins her side. “Are you okay?”

Taylor flashes a quick smile at him and moves her gaze back to the city. She knew you had to be living in one of the neighborhoods. But she couldn’t know for certain. The two of you lost touch a long time ago and she could never find you on social media. The mutual friends the two of you had together haven’t spoken to her in years because eventually Taylor blew them off as well. They were holding her back, is what she would tell herself anytime she missed any of them. Including you. “I’m going to be, just, this isn’t how I imagined my first marriage. Maybe second or third,” she quips.

He laughs and looks down for a second, “I understand, and we still don’t have to go through with this. Y’know? It’s in the contract, we’re allowed to bow out at any point.”

“No, I’m not saying,” she turns her whole body towards him. “I’m okay. We’re going to make a great power couple for the next few years. And who knows, it might last longer than that,” she leans in to give him a kiss. He smiles against her lips.

“I’m happy to hear that you want to make this work,” he kisses her back and brings her closer to him. “I never saw this for myself either but I think this will be the best decision of my career. Maybe even my life.”

Taylor felt the exact opposite. She was already regretting this one so much. But she doesn’t show it. She hums as she kisses him again. She pats his chest and the two separate.

After they go their separate ways for the night, Taylor goes driving around town. She doesn't really leave the house to explore anymore. Anytime she goes out it's only to promote a place that has paid her to be there. But tonight, for the first time in a long time, she doesn't want to do anything that will boost her image. That was well taken care of for now.

“You really want to drive across the country?” You ask skeptically after Taylor presented her idea to you. Graduation was creeping closer and closer. The both of you hoped you would have access to more money by now. But life was too tempting and the “You only live once,” mentality wasn't financially beneficial.

Taylor assumed she'd have access to her trust fund straight out of college but with the example she showcased to her parents in the past four years — not to mention how Nicky blew through his in a matter of months — the Sloane's only saw it fitting for Taylor to have to work a little harder for her money. She wasn't eligible for access until she was thirty-five. However, she could have it sooner if she got married and had a stable job.

Taylor knows that you would have easily married her if she asked. But she didn't want that to be the story. Even if she never told you that was why. She would know and it would eat her alive because that's not what you deserved.

Your parents gave you access to your money after you graduated high school. They thought you would be responsible with the money but with the spring break and summer vacation trips you paid for and the weekends spent in clubs, and the expensive dates and gifts that you would get for your girlfriend all started to add up and left you with barely enough to get you and Taylor something to rent in California. Not a nice place either. And there wasn't much left over to help the two of you get there. Not unless you drove across the country as Taylor has suggested.

“Come on, it could be an adventure,” Taylor boasts.

You laugh because she was volunteering to sleep in the car packed with yours and hers belongings when she was known for refusing to sleep anywhere that wasn't a five star hotel. But you haven't seen her so willing to do something like this. “Okay, yeah, we could do it. As long as I’m not the only one driving.”

#taylor sloane #y/n x taylor sloane #unfinished #stuck #don't know what to do #messedupfan drafts

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song-witch · 11 months

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Make You Feel

Pairing: Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West) x Jess Thayer (Rough Night)

Word Count: 3,126

Warnings: Age Gaps (Jess is 34, Taylor is 25), Pre-Smut, Slight Choking, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Possessiveness, hints of Jealousy, Angst | 18+, Minors DNI

Summary: With a private charity event set to help Jess in the upcoming election, Taylor decides there's not enough fun at the party. It's no more than a publicity stunt, after all.

A/N: This was written for and inspired by @cthulhus-curse! This is our little rarepair and I love them dearly.

Jess sighed upon taking another sip from her martini. She had been listening to this man blabber on for upwards of an hour, yet he hadn’t said a single thing to spark her interest. Had this appearance not been so crucial to her reelection, she thinks she might’ve left hours ago. She probably wouldn’t have shown up in the first place if she were entirely honest.

It was something she hated about being in the public eye. She had to be so conscientious of what she said and did, and even then, it would still be picked apart by people who hated her. Years of self-criticism led to her hard exterior, it was critical as a politician. That didn’t mean she liked it, though.

So she continued to attend these… publicity stunts, for lack of a better term. It was part of the job and for the pretty penny she was paid, she would continue to deal with arrogant, old white men. Even if she was fairly certain she would get wrinkles at the ripe age of 34.

Forcing her mind back to the conversation, Jess swallowed harshly, nodding her head. “I hate to cut this sort, gentlemen, but I do have others to attend to.” The short-haired blonde gave a very fake laugh to accompany her words, as if it would lessen the blow of her leaving. The woman smiled as she stood, allowing their words to filter in and out of her head once again, pushing her way out of the circle she was in.

Filtering through the people who lingered about was easy enough, stepping out into the small, thankfully empty, balcony. Jess set her glass down on the railing, inhaling the sweet crispness of the fall air, her eyes watching the still-setting sun. Despite the fact that it was nearing 8 pm, the sky was painted something akin to a Bob Ross painting, with deep oranges and pinks.

She was thankful for the cool breeze and her cropped hair, meaning all of the wind hit her, rather than her hair. Jess paid no attention to the clicking of heels, knowing there were only a handful of people brave enough to follow her outside. “Fancy seeing you here, miss senator.” And yet, of the ones she expected, the soft Californian Valley Girl of her girlfriend was the least expected.

“Seeing as how we were both invited, fancy is not the word I would use to describe you following me.” Without looking back, Jess brought her glass to her lips, sipping the vodka-based drink. The chill of the air was more present than the one of her lemon drop martini, though she was hardly complaining as she finished it off. “Stalker is more your style.”

“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure my senator girlfriend is okay.” The blonde scoffed, moving to stand next to the older woman. She shivered in her short black number, jacket long forgotten in some coat closet, Malibu Sunset clenched tightly in her hand. Rather than wrap her arms around the taller one as she would in the privacy of their home, she instead sidled up next to her, their arms just barely touching as she set her glass next to the other’s.

Jessica only scoffed, shaking her head. “Stalker.” She whispered with a coy smirk, dropping her elbows to lean against the railing, finally looking at the younger woman. Heels that she insisted on wearing, even though Jess had said otherwise multiple times. It had led to the younger nearly being bent over her knee, only being saved by a call from her Uber driver of all people. She would be the first to say they accentuated her legs, though.

Sweeping up her legs that seemed to go on for much longer than miles, she resisted the urge to reach out and tug her dress down, the material barely reaching midthigh. The material wasn’t an issue. She rather liked seeing the girl in short, silk dresses. The issue was not only how short it was, but how she seemed to parade around, knowing her tits and ass were out. Jess had found it funny at first, given the fact that they were attending a “high-end charity, cocktail event,” whatever that was supposed to mean. As the night progressed, though, the cockiness of the younger woman had only fueled the rage she spent hours mustering away.

“You love it.” Taylor Sloane’s teasing pulled her out of her self-induced reverie, a shit-eating smirk accompanying her features. Her hair waved behind her in the breeze, the sun giving the slight tan she had developed over the summer a soft glow accentuated by her makeup. The angle she was leaning against the railing at made it more than easy to look down her dress, hardly anything covered.

“I don’t love being stalked.” Both had had their fair share of creepy paparazzi on more than one occasion. It wasn’t something they talked about often, though the thought hung heavy in the air. Reaching for her glass, Jess took a long look at the woman, clearing her throat. “And put your tits away.”

Taylor smiled cheekily, seemingly leaning forward even more. It was as if she were trying to get on Jess’ already high-strung nerves, though two could play at that game. “I thought you liked them, Daddy.” She emphasized the final word, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Shut. Up.” Jess held the glass tighter in her grip, turning away from the woman. She left without another word, leaving the younger behind to fix herself. It would still be hours before they would be home, though they were both certain they would see each other again. The moods the two would be in, however, were a lot less certain.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Jess watched as the younger posed against the wall, some man taking photos of her. She knew Taylor was doing it on purpose; the fact that they had made eye contact multiple times was more than enough of an indicator. Yet still, it pissed the senator off beyond comparison, barely thinking it over before she was marching up to the young woman. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Taking pictures. What does it look like I’m doing?” Taylor only rolled her eyes, continuing to pose. She bent forward, much like she had earlier, barely any fabric hiding her tits. A smirk was thrown Jess’ way, a kiss at the man.

“That’s enough. I can take it from here.” Jess reached for the phone, shooing the man away in a move that was less than polite. She pocketed the girl’s phone, stopping the impromptu photo session within seconds. “Let me ask again, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Like I said, taking pictures.” Taylor scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Sure, she had asked a rando to take her pictures in an attempt to get the woman to her, though she wasn’t impressed it had backfired so quickly. She rolled her eyes, blowing air from her pursed lips.

“Taking pictures like a slut?” Jess scoffed, fixing the woman with a glare. Taylor had a tendency to brat out, especially when she wanted attention, though this was unusual, even for her. “We’re at a charity event and you’re slutting yourself out for a random man?”

“Oh please, I wasn’t slutting myself out. You’re just jealous.” Taylor rolled her eyes, reaching up to play with a strand of her hair. She knew she was in trouble, even before they had left the house. Why not play it up a bit? The only thing that could happen would be another punishment, and she was more than willing to pay that price.

“Jealous of what?” Jessica pressed, stepping closer to the woman. Their chests were nearly touching, the world around them fading to soft blurs. In this moment it was only them and the tension between them. She would’ve found it hot if they were at home, though she was far more fed up than amused.

“Jealous of the fact that I’m getting more attention than you.” The word ‘bitch’ mumbled under her breath, squinting her eyes at the woman. She knew those words would do it, by the way the older woman’s body tensed. She took a step closer, their noses now practically touching.

“Quit being a fucking brat.” Jess spit out as she grabbed the dirty blonde’s wrist, stopping her from walking away. As the number of warnings she got went up, the patience the senator had got lower. She was lucky they were at a very public, very important event, or she’d have been bent over hours ago.

“Then quit being a fucking bitch.” Taylor snarled right back, with possibly more venom than needed. She didn’t care, though. There was no reason for Jess to be as pushy as she was. Why couldn’t she take photos to post later if she wanted to?

“Excuse me?” The older grasped her wrist harder as she tried to walk away again, this time not letting her grip loosen. She was shocked to hear those words, especially after the talk they had earlier. Jess glanced around them, assuring they weren’t being watched, before pulling the girl closer. “Would you like to say that again? And watch your fucking attitude.”

“Then you,” Taylor met the woman with the same intensity, the pointer on her free hand coming up to poke at the woman’s chest, “stop being a fucking bitch.” She crossed her arms over her chest, meeting the same intensity that the other woman held. She was fed up. All of her attempts to gain her attention had gone to waste, shrugged off as if she were nothing.

“Let’s go.” Jess would be damned if anyone saw them, too focused on taking care of the girl to even care. She dragged her to the bathroom, practically throwing her inside the small room. “Fucing brat.” The short-haired woman snarled, turning to face the door. She inhaled deeply before turning around, ignoring the ‘what the fuck’ thrown at her.

Jessica locked the door behind her, a sense of cockiness filling her as she did. Taylor would face the consequences of her actions, publicity be damned. “You have about two seconds to apologize before I give you something to whine about.” Her hand almost immediately threaded through the younger’s hair, settling at the base of her skull and pulling upwards.

“Apologize for what? I wasn’t the one being a bitch.” Taylor scoffed, yanking her head back in an attempt to have her hair dropped. It didn’t work and only encouraged the older to pull harder, which in turn made the younger struggle just slightly against her grasp.

“I said: apologize, whore.” Jess grasped her hair harder, a gasp pulled from the younger woman’s throat. She knew how easy it was to rile up the blonde and vice versa. If she wanted to be a bitch, two could play that game.

“Fucking bitch.” Taylor spit at the woman’s heeled feet, actually spit, a flame in her eye that wouldn’t go away. She practically snarled, rolling her eyes and tossing her hair back, effectively pulling the older woman’s hand out of her hair.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” The words just barely resonated with the blonde before her head jerked to the side, falling to her knees, pain blooming throughout her cheek. The same hand that had slapped her, Taylor knew due to the warmth and slight buzzing that seemed to connect them, pulled her face back over and up, not giving her time to even react to the hit. Fire blazed behind her eyes as they stared up at Jess, her chest heaving.

“Cunt.” The speed at which two fingers were forcefully shoved down the younger’s throat was enough to make her choke, the acrylics of the older woman’s nails easily hitting the back of her throat. Despite the fact that Taylor was the best little cocksucker Jess had found, and she had had her fair share of free trials, she loved how easily it was to make her gag. The sound she made was enough by itself to turn her on, though the feeling was exquisite too.

“You keep running that goddamn mouth thinking I’m not going to do anything, huh?” Jess raised both of her eyebrows as her face tilted down just slightly, fixing the younger with a questioning look. Her hand followed where the blonde whipped her head back and forth in an attempt to dislodge her fingers. Even as Taylor’s hands came up to grasp her wrist and push it away, she continued to press forward.

“What? Too dumb to say anything back?” The taller woman faked sympathy, pouting condescendingly. She pushed her fingers forward before pulling them out, a sense of pride filling her as she watched the girl bend forward, hair falling in front of her face as she coughed. With a coo, Jess squatted, reaching through a curtain of blonde hair to tilt her chin up, meeting a pair of rage, and lust, filled eyes.

Taylor glared at the older though her vision swam with a mix of tears and arousal, grinding her teeth together. “Fuck. You.” The influencer spat through her teeth, her chest heaving. She knew she was going to be punished, if Jess’ earlier threats weren’t obvious enough, the unmistakable anger on her face was more than enough to send any man to their knees.

Jess’ nose twitched, her throat tightening as her hand traveled down the blonde’s neck, easily closing against it. “You just don’t fucking learn, do you?” She stood, not letting go of the younger as she did so, instead pulling her up and allowing her to dangle for a moment before dragging her towards the sink. The woman was thrown over the porcelain, her head bouncing off said counter with a resounding thud.

Taylor whimpered at the pain spiraling through her head, attempting to stand and reach for her head, only to be stopped by the politician. Jess easily grabbed the younger’s wrists, holding them behind her back, her free hand pressing down between her shoulder blades. “Don’t even fucking think about it, slut.”

“Ow.” The dirty blonde half whimpered, half moaned against the sink, squirming in her place. She was more than aware of the senator’s hands pushing the skirt of her dress up, a spank accompanying the motion. “What the fuck!” She yelped, though more from shock than pain.

“You wanna act like a fucking slut, you get punished like a fucking slut.” Was all Jess said as her free hand tugged the girl’s lacy thong down, bending over to pick it up and study it for a second. “Fucking pathetic. Getting off on your punishment. Whore.” The cropped-haired woman shoved them in the pocket of her pants, before another slap against the younger’s behind rang out through the room.

“Stop!” Taylor pushed her hips forward, trying to escape the slaps against her ass. It was futile, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Her hands were held behind her and there was no way she could squirm away, not with how high her heels were. It would most likely lead to her toppling over and she didn’t want to hit her head for a second time that night.

“You don’t get a say in this, bitch. So I suggest you start counting before I start over.” Jess threatened, her hand coming down yet again. She waited for Taylor to yelp out the word one, mere seconds before her hand came down again. She never hit the same spot twice, alternating both cheek and power with each hit. It had the younger crying by the twelfth hit, a mess of tears and whimpers.

Jess’ hand came down hard on the blonde’s ass, the sharp resounding slap of skin on skin reverberating through the small bathroom. She waited, curling her fingers until her nails dug into the soft flesh they rested on. “If you sto-” The woman was cut off by a wail from the younger, her form shaking with poorly hidden sobs.

“N-nineteen!” Taylor nearly screamed, rocking between her feet under the other’s harsh gaze. Her entire body shook with how hard she was sobbing, a mixture of tears and snot running down her face. She hardly even cared about how smudged she knew her makeup would be, able to see globs of black streaked across her cheeks, another product of her punishment, no doubt.

“Good.” Was all Jess said before her hand came down one last time, landing squarely on the girl’s already sensitive sit spot. She couldn’t care less about how loud they were being, far more focused on beating the brat out of the girl bent over in front of her. She watched with satisfaction as the girl yelped, her body quivering with the way she sunk against the sink. “Number.”

Taylor grasped at the faucet, her knuckles white with how strong she was holding it as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. “T-” She was cut off by a sob, pressing her face against her arm. It took her another sob before she spit the word out. “Twenty.”

“Good girl, Taylor.” Jess gently pulled the girl off of the sink, gathering her in her arms before sitting on the floor. Taylor clung to her almost instantly, her face slotting against her neck, fists grasping at her shirt. “It’s all done, baby. You’re okay.” The older woman murmured against her ear, holding her tight against her body.

“Good girl, Tay. You’re my good girl.” Jess hushed the girl, running her fingers through the loose curls cascading down her back. The younger continued to sob, her entire body flinching with how violent they were. Jess rocked back and forth just slightly, attempting to soothe her in any way possible. “My good girl, taking her punishment so well. Such a good girl.”

The short-haired woman swayed until the younger’s sobs subsided, though she didn’t let her go right away. “Look at me, Tay.” Jess prompted softly, using the hand still carding through long hair to gently tilt her head back. She waited until the dirty blonde did so, smiling softly at the girl. “You’re such a good girl, Taylor, even if you were acting up today. Now, you’re gonna get your Uber and I’ll meet you at home, okay baby girl?”

"Okay.” Taylor hiccuped softly, pushing her chin back into the woman’s neck. Neither of them cared about how much time passed, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, merely basking in each other. Jess ultimately had to force the younger up, helping her clean her makeup before sending her off, a kiss against her lips as a silent promise that she wouldn’t be long.

#Taylor Sloaned x Jess Thayer #taylor sloane #jess thayer #ingrid goes west #rough night

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wellsayhelloaagin · 2 years

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Summary: Taylor asks for your help celebrating.

Pairing: Taylor Sloane x reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.9k

Request: Hey I was just wondering can I request a Taylor Sloane x reader where maybe Taylor is live with her fans with y/n in the background just chilling and a fan ask for you to join the live for q&a and reader does and one asks if Taylor is ticklish and she tries to deny it but y/n exposes every single tickle spot on live

A/N: I kinda deviated from the request a bit, I hope you still like it. Also we’re going to pretend that it hasn’t been almost two months since I last wrote something.

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The loud noise from the next room grabs your attention, the excited squeal pulling your mind from the movie you were currently watching.

Before you can really register what happened, a body is suddenly running toward you, flinging themselves on top of where you sat on the couch.

“Oof,” you exclaim, brushing the blonde hair of your girlfriend out of your mouth. “I can’t breathe.”

Your complaint earns you a light smack to your arm, Taylor rolling her eyes at you before moving to a more comfortable position for the both of you. She’s straddling your waist, knees on either side of your thighs while your hands rest against her legs to keep her steady as she bounces excitedly.

Her green eyes are wide, her face almost entirely covered by her grin. You can't remember a time when you had ever seen her this animated.

“Guess what?” she prompts, still wiggling excitedly above you.

“The sky is blue?” you deadpan, earning another smack to your arm.

“Don’t be a jerk,” she demands, pouting dramatically for effect. “This is important.”

“Okay, what?” you reply more seriously this time, still wondering what was up with your girlfriend.

“I just hit one million!” Taylor exclaims, thrusting her phone into your face. “Can you believe it?”

Sure enough, her Instagram page is open in front of you, the digits proudly on display.

“Congratulations babe,” you tell her, sitting up and wrapping her in a hug while she laughs above you. “I’m so proud of you!”

You knew this was something that Taylor had been working hard for and the achievement was a goal she had been looking forward to reaching for a while now.

The two of you had met in college and while initially you hadn’t wanted anything to do with the preppy, blonde, sorority girl, she had won you over once you actually got to know her.

Taylor was much more than what she appeared to be on the surface and you fell more and more in love with her every day. She was blunt but it kept you honest, and your more mellow personality helped to balance her outgoing nature.

When Taylor first started her Instagram page, it was more of a hobby for her while she finished her senior year. But it had quickly taken off thanks to her charisma and marketing skills and suddenly it was something she was able to do full time.

You were constantly in awe of her dedication to her work and you were glad to see all her efforts paying off.

“So,” you begin, pulling back to look in her eyes. “How do you plan on celebrating?”

“I was thinking of doing a Livestream later,” she replies, her cheeks still flushed from happiness. “Like a Q&A type thing.”

“Sounds like fun,” you tell her, knowing it was something her followers had been asking about for a while now.

“And I was thinking,” she continues, batting her eyelashes at you. “That maybe you’d like to join me?”

“It’s okay,” you answered her with a shrug. “You’re the real star here, no one really wants me there.”

“Well too bad because I want you there,” Taylor quickly replies, her jaw set determinedly. “This is important to me and so are you, so I’d like you there.”

The vulnerability in her eyes catches you off guard, your normally self-assured girlfriend suddenly resembling a small child. “I mean if you don’t want to that’s cool…”

She trails off and your heart breaks at the look on her face.

“I’d love to!” you quickly assure her, watching the relief course through her body. “If it’s important to you then it’s important to me.”

She kisses you quickly then and you melt into the action, something you were sure to never grow tired of.

Your fingers travel up her waist as she deepens the kiss, brushing over her sides lightly.

Taylor jerks against the touch and you smile against her lips, loving how ticklish she was. You dig your fingers in a little deeper, delighting in the way she squirmed in your arms.

“Cut it out,” she begs, trying to escape your grasp but you just shake your head, laughing as you bury your face against her neck, peppering her skin with kisses.

Taylor joins in your laughter, her squeals only spurring you on further. You flip the two of you so you’re above her, your fingers continuing to attack her as tears stream down her cheeks from her laughter.

After a few minutes, you decide to show her some mercy, your fingers halting their assault as she tries to catch her breath. She’s still giggling as you let your weight fall on top of her, her arms immediately wrapping around you.

Her contented sigh warms your heart and you snuggle further into her embrace, a tranquil grin on your face. The sound of a camera shutter grabs your attention and you open your eyes to see Taylor’s phone raised in the air, the unmistakable evidence of a selfie still on the screen.

“Hey!” you try to protest, reaching for Taylor’s phone but she’s too quick for you.

While your girlfriend loved having her photo taken, you were much more comfortable behind the lens, happy to take photos for her to post. Occasionally Taylor would catch you off guard though, snapping a candid photo when you least expected it. And even though you hated to admit it, you always loved the photos she took.

“But you looked so cute, I couldn’t resist,” she gives you her best puppy dog eyes and you know you won’t be able to say no to her. “See for yourself.”

She turns the phone toward you again and you smile at the picture, Taylor’s wide grin greeting you from the screen. The two of you look so at peace and you can’t deny the way Taylor’s eyes shine with love toward you.

“Okay,” you concede, “it’s a great picture.”

“The perfect way to announce today’s milestone,” Taylor grins at you, not waiting for your response before her fingers are working over her phone.

A few minutes later you hear your own phone chime, the notification that you had been tagged lighting up the screen.

You open up your own app, clicking on the post and smiling at the picture again and the caption underneath.

“Celebrating 1 million of you wonderful humans with my favourite human in the world. Thank you so much for all your support, whether you’ve been here since day one or a day ago. You all help me live my dream every day and to say thanks I’ll be doing a live Q&A at 7 pm PST tonight. I’ve even convinced @Y/N to join me. See you all there xx”

“...and I guess that’s where the rumour that I’m allergic to shellfish started,” Taylor shrugs at the camera. “I actually love to eat it and I’d be very sad if I was allergic.”

You chuckle at the story, watching the comments roll across the screen. The two of you had been sitting there for the better part of an hour and you had enjoyed watching Taylor in her element, interacting with her fans. It was clear that they all adored her, and the steady rise of viewer numbers since the live Q&A began was a solid indication of that fact.

“Oh, this one is a question for you babe,” Taylor says, directing your attention to a comment on the screen.

You squint to read it aloud, smiling as you do. “Hey Y/N, is Taylor ticklish?”

As soon as you finish reading you see Taylor’s eyes widen, a look of horror crossing her face as she shakes her head vehemently.

“Oh, big time,” you reply with a wicked grin, glancing over at your girlfriend. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone as ticklish as her.”

You chuckle as you read the responses in the comments, watching Taylor out of the corner of your eye.

“I knew it! She just seems like she would be super ticklish.”

“That’s adorable, I bet she sounds super cute when she’s being tickled.”

“Prove it!”

“Don’t you dare!” Taylor warns, obviously reading the same comment you had.

You ignore her completely though, waving your fingers menacingly at her as she tries to back away from where the two of you sat on the couch. You’re too quick for her though, catching her easily and beginning your assault.

Her peals of laughter ring through the air, her body squirming as your fingers dance over her most ticklish spots. Your own laughter joins hers, the sounds echoing off the walls as the two of you struggle for breath.

It’s only the dinging of the screen that diverts your attention, reminding you that you were in fact still on camera. You stop abruptly, grinning sheepishly at Taylor but she doesn’t seem mad. Her smile is still wide, her cheeks flushed and small giggles still escaping her lips.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, helping her back into a sitting position.

She just kisses you quickly in response, adjusting her hair the best she could before she turns back to the camera.

You can still see the flood of hearts on the screen, comments about how adorable the two of you were as a couple and how in love you appeared. It warmed your heart that her fans accepted your relationship, it was something you had always worried about when Taylor first started gaining popularity.

You thought that maybe her fans would resent you and claim that they would treat Taylor better than you ever could. But luckily, you had only seen overwhelming support for the two of you.

Taylor went back to answering questions and you sat beside her, arm slung around her shoulders as she talked. You began to tune out most of it, knowing that the questions had now shifted back to focus on her. Taylor’s hand rested on your thigh though, keeping you grounded.

“Okay, one last question then I’m afraid I’ll have to go,” Taylor pouts at the screen and you take note of the time, surprised to see how late it had gotten.

“How about you pick the last one?” Taylor turns to ask you and you find yourself once again captivated by the joy radiating from her.

“Okay,” you agree, pointing blindly at the screen. “This one.”

Taylor looks to where your finger was pointing, reading out the question for everyone to hear.

“A question for the cutest couple ever, when are you two finally going to get married?”

You feel your blood run cold at the question, your body tensing as you process it. You try to keep your face neutral, not wanting to give away your utter terror at that moment.

Taylor just smiles at the camera, answering easily.

“We’re in no rush,” she begins, her fingers winding through yours. “I already know I’ve found my forever, so when it happens, it happens.”

“Yeah, what she said,” you chuckle nervously, trying to appear calm on the outside.

Taylor begins to wind down her Livestream, thanking everyone for watching and giving a few last-minute shout outs. You sit there quietly, still rattled from the last question.

You think about the ring secretly nestled in the back of your underwear drawer, the surprise dinner you had planned for the following day under the guise of celebrating Taylor’s follower milestone. You think of the speech you had been perfecting in your head for the past few months and the small voice in the back of your head that was convinced she would say no.

As Taylor shuts off the camera and turns to you, falling into your arms and sighing contentedly, you know that Taylor was right about one thing.

She was definitely your forever.

I no longer do taglists but you can follow my library blog and turn on notifications to get alerts when I post a new story @puppiesbrainsandbabieshearts

#taylor sloane #taylor sloane x reader #taylor sloane fanfic #taylor sloane imagine #ingrid goes west #s writes stuff

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sapphicqueen · 2 years

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how am i supposed to breathe when she looks like this????

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth chase olsen #lizzie olsen #wandavision #ingrid goes west #kodachrome #zooey kern #taylor sloane #wanda maximoff #marvel #avengers #mcu #wanda my beloved #scarlet witch #i love her so much #shes so pretty #gay panic #im sweating

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abimess · 2 years

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if you're still doing the game i have a sentence starter for you!

"Why did you like my instagram post from two years ago?"

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"Why did you like my Instagram post from two years ago?" Your voice close to her in the middle of the crowded ice cream parlor makes Taylor startle, the teasing tone you use making her stomach freeze.

"No, I didn't." She raises her eyes as she lies, the indifferent expression hiding the anxious beating of her heart. You smirk, not buying it. "Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't!" The blonde insists, but you only raise your eyebrows in disbelief, and Taylor struggles to find a better lie, failing as she says, "I-I left my phone unlocked, my dog must've liked it by accident."

"So," you suppress a laugh as you speak, and Taylor finds herself wishing she could punch you in your pretty face, "your dog liked it and then disliked it two seconds later?"

"It's a dog, Y/n, it doesn't know what it's doing." She argues defensively with a roll of her eyes, and you let out a laugh through your nose as you nod in false belief.

"That's too bad. I thought we would finally be able to stop pretending to hate each other and I could ask you out." You comment with a shrug, biting back a smile at the blonde's stunned expression. "See you around, Taylor."

"Y/n, wait!" Her voice reaches your ears as you're already approaching the door, and you hide a smile as you spin on your heels. When your eyes meet hers, you nod for her to continue, and Taylor bites her lower lip thoughtfully before saying, "Saturday at seven?"

"I'll pick you up." You assure her with an excited smile, and the blonde has one of her own as she watches you leave the ice cream parlor.

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Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.

#taylor sloane x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen fanfiction #elizabeth olsen fanfic #taylor sloane x you #taylor sloane imagine #taylor sloane #ask game

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maximotts · 2 years

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Can you do a Taylor Sloane fic and " there’s something between us- a sort of pull. something you always do to me and i to you. "

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this took forever for me to post I'm so sorryyyy, I did end up writing more to it today though when I opened it so maybe that's a good way to make up for it? 💖

combined with another request: “i’m more beautiful than anybody else, why can’t i be happy?”

words: 1.6K

summary: fitzgerald prompts— Taylor Sloane x f!reader; some things have to be dealt with before hooking up if you care about someone. It'd be nice if you could at least do it confidently.

“Taylor, this isn’t right…” You should feel icky, terrible, ashamed of yourself, for finding yourself in this situation. Taylor had lured you out to her Joshua Tree getaway, insisting that LA was too loud and the break would do her some good. In truth, she had a lot going on with her divorce and the backlash it was causing her both online and in the real world. Turns out separating from your husband was still looked down on in its own modern way.

She’d asked you so nicely that saying no would’ve felt mean; all you had to do was drive her and she’d take care of everything else. You didn’t think she’d wanted you to take care of her in turn. “Oh come on, don’t I look pretty?”

The night out was a wild one, the two of you dancing away for hours at a dive bar Taylor loved to hide out in, free from anyone who cared about social media at all. For as obsessed as she seemed with her Instagram, she got fed up with the performance most days and longed more and more to just be herself. It was that desire that drove her away from her husband; he didn’t appreciate Taylor’s late nights out or long wandering walks and the night he called her silly and childish, she was out the door and over to your house. Every day since then, the blonde sought you out in one way or another; whether over facetime or sliding into your bed for a late night cuddle, she always made her presence known.

She’d flirted with you before, even giving you kisses and sitting on your lap when she wanted a cute picture for her feed. The comments were always littered with her fans speculating what the two of you got up to when Ezra was away and even though the discourse so clearly bothered her husband, she never shut any of them down. You suspected she selfishly loved to see him squirm; their relationship wasn’t built on too many happy feelings.

It wasn’t a secret that Taylor was into women, she just never said anything about it explicitly— some things she wanted to keep for herself. Only enough to keep people guessing amongst her followers. And to keep her entertained… that part didn’t make you feel great. “Taylor, you’re beautiful, you know that. It’s just…”

“Just what? What could be so bad about something we both want?” You hesitated to call out her selfish nature; she often acted on a whim, doing what felt good for her and ignoring her companions’ feelings. She was your closest friend, Taylor never meant to hurt you, but this push and pull, it always did. A few times, you’d gotten close to coming out with those feelings —after a kiss that lingered too long or a touch too intimate to be platonic— but one of you would always jump away or change the subject. But this line was too much to cross without at least trying to say something.

You settled your hands on her waist, trying to pull her back from her stride to the bedroom. All of this was too much; the alcohol, the way she’d danced against you until you seriously debated dragging her into the messy bathroom, the filthy things she’d whispered in your ear as she practically climbed you in the back of your Uber. And now in this house with just the two of you, her hands running up the hem of your shirt as soon as you stopped holding her hands.

Taylor Sloane was a terribly convincing individual. “I’m more beautiful than anyone else, you said that earlier,” It was true, you did. When you had her backed into a dark corner, sucking hickeys into her neck as the loud music drowned out her whines. You’d been more inebriated back there, acting on the lustful thoughts you typically kept bottled up with the help of the atmosphere, but you’d sobered up on the drive back even as Taylor clung to you. It was partially your fault she thought you were completely in. You were— just more in than she knew. “Why can’t I be happy?”

It was one hundred percent your fault that you wanted to be all in how you were.

“Of course, you can be happy. I want you to be happy.” You wanted to be the only to make her happy. “You’ll just regret this later, I’m looking out for you.” Taylor was finicky and impulsive, but if you told her that she’d go off on you. She was capable of great sincerity when she wanted to be, but with how she’d treated you in the past, you were scared she really only saw you as a toy to get off with. As much as you were looking out for her, you were looking out for yourself too, and your heart. For all of your flirting, you doubted she knew you had a genuine interest in her, listening to all of her ideas and concepts earnestly, even when she’d already written them off as stupid. Years of her marriage to Ezra and validation from only the most surface level things had left Taylor more than a little inept when it came to real emotions.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” Taylor huffed at your hesitation, tugging insistently until you‘d gone the last few steps into her room. You’d seen the place so many times, but now it held more stakes than you’d like, even Taylor’s guiding hand made you shiver.

“Close your eyes, I want to show you something special.” She wasn’t in the mood for anything besides the sex you’d promised her just over an hour ago. Whatever made you hesitate worried her; Taylor thought you really liked her, there shouldn’t be anything else to talk about. “Please just, don’t run off.”

You did as you were told, silently grateful for the moment to gather your thoughts. If you could shut off your brain, you would, all you wanted was to enjoy yourself and fuck, you wish you’d drunk more back at the bar. “Open.”

Slowly, you did, scared of what you’d find behind the safety of your fingers, but as soon as you did, your arms fell slack. Taylor wore the exact bra and panties set she’d teased you about buying a few months ago, the same one you warned not to wear around you unless she wanted to be eaten alive. As soon as you could rip your eyes away from her lace clad breasts, you caught the wicked smirk on her face and knew you were in trouble. “You did promise me, babe.”

Turning your brain off was easier said than done. Taylor looked stunning, you wanted to crash straight into her and never let go. With the way she was biting her lip, she was more than ready to let you do whatever you pleased. But you had her attention and your heart forced your mouth open even as your feet brought you to stand between her legs.

"There’s something between us- a sort of pull…” Taylor fought the urge to roll her eyes; she liked you a lot, that was a given. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk about how she felt, but right now all she wanted was for you to render her speechless and… not in this way. This was some deeper way Taylor was rarely used to hearing. She did have to admire your clear restraint though, how you just barely let your hands rove over the smooth expanse of her bare stomach before settling them back on her arms. You were determined to get whatever you had to say out, the least the blonde could do was hear you out. “I don’t want this to be some one-night drunken thing.”

She was just so captivating and perfect and so close. And you’d never felt more embarrassed. You’d taken what had to be the least sexy turn, stammering out your feelings to a girl who’d eagerly brought you to her bed. All of this and she might not even feel the same, but with one scared look into those impatiently waiting green eyes, you knew she deserved to know she wasn’t some quick fuck for you. “Please Taylor, you’re special to me.”

Taylor sighed, but she wasn’t unaffected. She couldn’t be. Part of her couldn’t believe she was hearing you right, that you even had to have this conversation. “You’re special to me too, okay? I never said you weren’t.”

“I know, but.. wait- really?” It wasn’t what you’d expected to hear, especially not with how annoyed she looked as she pushed your jacket from your shoulders. “Does that mean we could do this again?”

“We’d have to do this the first time to have a second.” Taylor was clearly fed up, sitting up on her knees to wind her arms around your neck. She kissed you before you could speak again, having exhausted her patience with your rambling. This time Taylor stayed against your lips until you got the hint: she liked you, stop worrying, stop questioning her intentions.

When she let up, your lips were red and swollen, head fuzzy with how drunk on her you were now. You didn’t pull away this time as she tugged your shirt over your head nor when she shoved your shorts down to your ankles; now you let your mind safely fall into auto-pilot. “I’d better make the first time amazing then.”

#taylor sloane x reader #taylor slone x female reader #taylor sloane x f!reader #taylor sloane fic #taylor sloane angst #taylor sloane fluff #taylor sloane #motts writes.#maximotts

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wndaswife · 6 days

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heyyy so taylor sloane as an extremely condescending and sadistic dom… you beg for her to touch you while she’s sitting on the couch watching a movie n she kind of just rolls her eyes and tells you that you’re being such a whiny baby and that you get so annoying because you really can’t control yourself when you need her

so she lets you ride her thigh and slaps you lightly while she tells you what a fucking slut you are and if anyone were to see what kind of a whore you were acting like, they’d be disgusted

when you come she takes hold of your hips and forces you to keep riding her in spite of how you tell her it’s too much and you’re tired and she just pouts n mocks you, “oh you’re tired? you’re too much of a baby to keep it in your pants but too much of a baby to take what you wanted like a good girl? you’re so fucking pathetic, and it’s worse that it makes you this wet when i call you a needy bitch.”

#rae rambles #taylor sloane

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gingiesworld · 8 months

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Elizabeth Olsen other Characters

Jane Banner

One Shots

I Promised

Hunted

A Friend

Gerri Fields

One Shots

Left Unsaid

Would You Touch Me?

Be My First

Therese Raquin

One Shots

Sun Down

Taylor Sloane

One Shots

That Was Hot

#elizabeth olsen smut #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth chase olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabetholsen #jane banner #gerri fields fanfiction #taylor sloane #elle brody #jane banner x reader #gerri fields #gerri fields x reader #taylor sloane x reader #elle brody x reader

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writing-house-of-m · 1 year

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No More Interruptions

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Anxiety/depression, cheating, asshole-ery, swearing

Word Count: 6,943

Summary: You and Taylor are friends. When her husband becomes insecure in their marriage and cheats on her, you help Taylor as much as you can through her divorce while you hide your true feelings for the blonde.

A/N: The request can be found here. I hope you enjoy anon! (I'm sorry it took so long)

You have been in love with Taylor Sloane and there was nothing you could do about it.

The two of you had become good friends. Great friends even, which is why you couldn’t say anything. You didn't want to ruin what you had. Not to mention the fact that she was married.

And you had to watch.

Watch the couple’s interactions with a smile on your face. Listen to everyone commenting on 'how cute' they were and how they were the ‘perfect couple’.

Every word felt like a knife was being twisted in your chest. Over and over again.

You tried to move past your feelings. Spent some time away from her, admittedly it helped for a little while. You even started dating again and started a relationship with someone but as soon as you were back in Taylor's orbit all your feelings came rushing back.

Eventually, you and your, now, ex-girlfriend split amicably. You tried to love her but when those words didn't ever come from your mouth after she said them to you, you knew it was unfair to hold on to her.

On the other hand, Ezra, Taylor’s husband, was jealous of you. He had it in his mind that you would make a move on his wife. Regardless of your feelings towards the blonde, you would never have come between them.

However, having had enough of living in her shadow on top of being so convinced she would cheat on him, using his own words, - 'I cheated on you, before you could do it to me.'

Taylor was heartbroken. She loved the man wholeheartedly and felt betrayed.

She wasn't aware of his jealousy. She hadn't caught on that he would be overly affectionate when you were around. How he would grit his teeth when his wife would talk about you to others. He’d be so caught up in his jealousy that her words about him being 'so talented,' and 'the best husband anyone could have asked for,' fell on deaf ears.

After Ezra's cheating scandal and their divorce was caught on by internet gossip sites, you tried to be there for Taylor but, with her ex-husband spilling lies about you and her, you found it was better to keep your distance and only met up with her in small groups of people. Never just the two of you alone.

As the months passed by, you helped with as much as you could while Taylor grieved her relationship with Ezra all the while dealing with her divorce. It got to a point where you had made a schedule so that someone was always with her to ensure she wasn't alone.

Because it couldn't be you.

…

Music was blasting through the house as you stood in the kitchen with your friend, Dan.

“She’s so fine, Y/n!” He was talking about a girl he had been talking to and you were standing there smiling at his antics to bed the, in your words, poor woman.

He knew about your feelings for Taylor, as well as everything you were doing for her, so he made sure you turned up to this party to give you a chance to relax a little.

He was successful for the most part, seeing you speak to new people, making new friends. He even helped be your wingman a couple of times. Even so, while you were pretending to listen to these girls you had a different one on your mind the whole time.

He took a swig of his drink and asked “Anyone caught your eye? I saw you talking to that brunette, are you taking her home tonight?”

You told him you appreciate what he was doing but you just wanted to see Taylor. It had been over a month since you last saw her.

He shook his head disapprovingly but sympathised with you. "So, who's with her tonight?" He asked, satiating your need to talk about the woman that wouldn't ever leave your thoughts.

Finishing the sip you had just taken of your drink, you struggled to keep a straight face when you told him, "Nicky," forcing yourself not to smirk, waiting for his reaction.

His face scrunched up when he caught on, "Nicky?!" You scoffed at his facial expression. "Nicky? Her brother? The ‘always-wasted’, ‘ready-to-party’, Nicky?" He questioned.

You chuckled slightly, "Yeah, that's the one." You took a mouthful of your drink, before continuing with a smile on your face, "He's actually stepped up in a big way and been really protective."

"I don't blame him. This Ezra sounded like a dick. I would have kicked his ass a long time ago," he says and before either of you get to say another word you hear someone shout, "LET'S PARTY MOTHERFUCKERS!" Recognising the voice instantly you move to the main room of the house, with Dan following.

You see Nicky waving and saying ‘hi’ to several people he probably didn't even know, as you walk up to him. He sees you so addresses you too, "Y/n! It's about time I saw you at one of these again!" The blonde says as he pulls you into a tight hug.

You return his greeting and when he lets go, with furrowed eyebrows, you can't stop yourself from asking, "Why aren't you with Taylor?" Voice raised so he can hear you over the music.

He shrugs his shoulders, "She told me she wanted some time alone," he says nonchalantly. You're about to scold him for leaving her but he stops you because he's been on the receiving end of this before, having had this kind of conversation with him a few times already.

He puts up his hand to stop you before you start, "Wait, just listen," He pulls you to a different room where the music is a bit quieter, "I told her I would stay with her but she insisted. She said she was just going to sleep anyway." He clarifies and from his expression you can see he's telling the truth.

He is looking around at the other party goers, giving someone a head nod and another person a wave, while you nod your head, "Ok," you say solemnly and hesitate to continue. "How is she?"

"Ehh…" He was trying to think of the right words, "She's… better than she was but still has a while to go," then blurts out an afterthought, "She always asks about you, you know?" Someone dancing catches his attention and his face lights up. While you're distracted thinking about what he has just said, the excited man sees this as his opportunity to leave you. "Gotta go bros!" He says to you and your best friend before rushing off.

Dan starts to speak from behind you so you turn around, "Look, I know you think you're helping by not going over. But it's been long enough since you last saw her." He pats your arm grinning, "Go over and just say 'hi'."

“Maybe you're right,” You smile at him.

“I’m always right,” He responds, going in to hug you goodbye.

"Plus,” you both pull away, “I gotchu bro!" Dan says comically, mimicking Nicky and making you laugh.

…

It doesn't take you long to get to Taylor's from the party. You thank the driver and make your way to her door.

You know it will be fine but you feel nervous. It feels like a lifetime has passed since you last saw her.

After a few knocks and no answer. You think she could be sleeping so you are about to leave but just before you do you figure, since you're already there, you could at least text her to make sure.

Upstairs, Taylor, already looking at her phone, smiles when sees your message pop up at the top of her screen:

I know you're home. Come and answer your door, lazy 😴

She considers not answering because she's been crying and doesn't want anyone to see her like this. She’s been laying in bed for a few hours reading comments about herself online.

She hears her phone ping again:

Don't leave me on read now Sloane 🤨

She laughs tearily at the message and types her reply. Once it is sent she moves to her bathroom to splash some water on her face hoping it will soothe her eyes and irritated skin.

When it obviously doesn't work she throws on a hoodie bringing the hood over her eyes hoping to keep you from seeing them.

You smile when you hear your notification sound.

You're not allowed to comment on how I look

After a few minutes you hear the door unlock. Taylor is standing in front of you, drowning in an oversized hoodie.

"When you said I couldn't comment on how you looked, I thought I'd at least be able to see your face and crazy hair," you say with a smile.

"And yet, you still commented on it." She retaliates.

You laugh at her jest.

"Hi Taylor," you say, still smiling.

She whispers a "Hi," and you see a small smile because it's all you can see of her face.

"Can I come in?"

She moves to the side as you step in, not going any further. Once she has locked the door and faces you, you open your arms. She falls into you without hesitation.

With your arms around each other, her head against your chest, you press your cheek on top of her head.

"I've missed you," She says in a small, sad voice that you can't help but feel a twinge inside you.

"I've missed you too," you reply.

"Sorry, it's been so long," you whisper into the dimly lit house. It's so strange to see the bubbly blonde so down, you still haven't gotten used to seeing her like this.

You place a kiss on the crown of her head and stand there for a little while longer enjoying this moment you've been longing for the past few weeks.

It’s been quiet for too long, so you decide to break the silence, "You haven't gone to sleep on me, have you Sloane?" You quip.

The blonde laughs and sniffles as she pulls away.

"You've been crying," You knew it as soon as you heard her voice when she first opened the door. "Is that why you're not letting me see your face?"

She finally looks up from the ground to your eyes and when you see hers, your heart breaks with how sad she looks. "Maybe," she whispers with a small smile on her face. But a tear falls and you can't help but pull her in for another hug.

The two of you stand there for a few more minutes until she apologises; for crying and for ruining your shirt.

You can't help but laugh at her as you grab her hand, "You have nothing to apologise for."

She looks at you again with teary eyes.

You just want to wrap her up so you can keep her with you and make sure she never hurts again.

Using your other hand you brush away a stray tear and cup her cheek, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You're in her room, sitting across from each other on her bed.

She has finally taken off her hood and you can see just how broken she looks.

Messy hair, red and swollen eyes. You don't think you've ever seen Taylor this sad before. You hate that she's feeling like this.

The influencer opens up about everything going through her mind. All about how she didn't know Ezra was feeling insecure in their marriage. How she lost you because of everything. Her insecurities about finding love again - If she'll ever find 'the one'.

You talk her through it all, reassure her and call Ezra a variation of names from 'dick' to 'the worst type of scum' gaining a few laughs from the sad girl.

Overall she looks better. Relief settling in her bones after getting all of this off her shoulders. She couldn't be happier that you showed up. And being honest with yourself, you felt better too.

"I saw what they were writing about you. Online. What he said about you. I know that's why you stay away." She thinks to not say her next thought but continues anyway, "I would stay away from me too."

You give her a puzzled look, "Taylor. I didn't stay away because of you, I stayed away because of them," she returns your look. "I stayed away so they wouldn't have the ammo to use against you with these lies, I never want to be away from you. I really have missed you."

Taylor's eyes fill with tears again, only this time they're happy tears.

“You’re kind of my favorite person,” you say, pushing her shoulder teasingly, which she laughs at.

You talk even longer. Hours and hours of talking about everything and nothing.

You talk about some of the weirdest influencers you've come across, Nicky and Dan arguing over stupid things - in your opinion, they'd both die first in a zombie apocalypse. "I know! Nicky couldn’t stop going on and on about it when he came here that day!" The blonde adds.

You're both laughing when you look out of the window and see colors of the sunrise. You hadn't realised how late, or early, it had gotten.

"Oh wow, I should really go," you say, taking out your phone to look at the time. You see a flurry of notifications you didn't know about because you had put it on silent earlier. While you have it out you quickly read over a few messages as you pull down the status bar on the screen and stand from the bed.

You don't see the way Taylor's face drops at the prospect of you leaving.

Her voice stops you from picking up your jacket.

"Stay."

The word comes out so soft, that if the room wasn't so quiet you would have missed it.

You look up from your phone and see green eyes shining at you, begging you to accept her request.

There's a hopeful look on her face and you knew from early on in your friendship you wouldn’t ever be able to deny her of anything, especially when she's looking at you like that.

"Okay," You smile at her.

Who knew one word could make someone so happy? She's beaming as she slides to the other side of the bed pulling her covers over so you can get in.

You're not sure if you should face her or not as you put your phone down next to the bed and move to lie next to her. But when you see her facing the middle, you do the same.

Once you’re both comfortable, you look over and see her smiling at you. You can’t help but smile back.

Goodnight’s are whispered to each other and Taylor is asleep within a few minutes.

You gaze at her sleeping figure. She looks so peaceful, so soft. You make a mental note to text Dan thanking him for pushing you to see her.

With your mind going one hundred miles a minute it takes you a while to fall to sleep.

…

From then on you had both been texting and calling frequently but avoided meeting in person to avoid any complications while her divorce was being settled and rumours were still circulating.

It only took a few more weeks but once the divorce was done, you were able to be Taylor's close friend again. Physically speaking.

Even though your feelings were as strong as ever you never overstepped that line of friendship.

You didn't want to ruin what you had.

You couldn't.

…

Life, from there, carried on for Taylor. She was back on Instagram, made a few videos about her divorce and talked about how she was going to fully embrace this time she had to herself.

To work on herself.

She was happier, your friendship was better than before and you both frequented different social events while pushing one another to be better in your respective circles.

Everything was good for months until she ran into Ezra at a grocery store.

…

Nicky was in town and staying with Taylor.

After the incident, he tried all he could to console her but whatever he was trying didn't help.

Many failed attempts to comfort her later, he called the one person he knew could help.

You were away for some humanitarian work and were going to be out of service for at least a week.

When you told Taylor you were going she whined asking you to let her tag along next time. After explaining it wasn’t her scene because there were no five star hotels… or any hotels as a matter of fact - her face wilting was the only answer you needed, making you chuckle.

"Just hurry up and come back," she whined.

When you got back and saw the amount of missed calls and texts you had from Nicky, you called him as soon as you could.

Whenever you were away from Taylor, be it in meetings for work or away for whatever reason, witty messages from the blonde were usual - ‘You better be missing me,’ ‘I’m bored,’ ‘Hurry up and finish what you’re doing,’ etc.

So when her brother explained everything and told you Taylor hadn't been herself for days, you weren’t surprised. You had deduced that much when you saw her messages had stopped around the same date of the confrontation Nicky filled you in about.

He had been making sure she was eating and taking care of her basic hygiene but overall she wasn't doing well even if she was pretending she was fine.

When you got to Taylor's house you used your emergency key to get in.

You raced to her room but entered slowly.

You spoke cautiously "Taylor?" She was laying in bed, back facing the door. "I know what happened," you say softly as you approach her.

She looked so small.

Ezra had fast become the biggest lowlife you'd ever come across and that was one of the nicest ways to put it.

While Taylor went shopping and was in the produce section, he and his new girlfriend surrounded her. Talks of her using her fame to bad mouth him, making him look bad while Taylor was playing the victim.

She got out of there as fast as she could. It was a good thing Nicky saw her being ganged up against and stopped her ex from saying anything else by sucker punching him in the jaw.

He drove her home but she didn’t say a word to him the entire drive.

When he explained to you what had happened you knew she would fall back into that state you found her in months ago.

She'd come so far since then and all it took was a few words from this literal piece of shit to bring her back down.

"You're so much better than him Tay," she stays quiet. "Remember when I called him the scum of the Earth? I found a better way to describe him - 'dung nugget'," you try, but still nothing.

As you shrug off your jacket, placing it to the side on her chair and sitting on the bed so you can almost see her face. You change your tone to a light hearted one, "I guess I need to bring out the big guns to make you laugh," you're met with even more silence so you carry on.

"Did you know the first french fries weren’t cooked in France?" You see her eyebrows furrow, confused as to how you went from trying to cheer her up to something so random.

She wonders if she should say something even though she doesn't have the energy but you don't give her a chance as you continue, "They were cooked in Greece," you smile, proud of yourself.

Still nothing so you carry on.

You make a fake face humming like you're thinking of your next joke even though you have a few ready to go.

"Why did the scarecrow get an award?" She wants to roll her eyes but she just lays still on her side.

"Because he was out standing in his field." She bites the inside of her lip to suppress a smile but remains quiet. You see some movement of muscles on her face and try to suppress your grin because you have one more you’re sure will work.

"What do you call a dinosaur that uses really cheap toilet paper?" She closes her eyes, pursing her lips because she thinks she knows where the joke is going to go: she's wrong.

You end your ‘pause for dramatic effect’, "Mega-sore-ass," you hear her scoff and you let out a chuckle too, "I knew you'd like that one."

As your laughter subsides, you hear her speak, "I thought you were going to say something about the ‘dung nugget’," she says quietly.

You smile, shaking your head, "Damn, that would have been way better. When did you get funny?"

The blonde reverts back to silence until, "Y/n, I know what you're doing, and it's sweet, but I just want to be miserable."

You press your lips together and let out a breath through your nose. She thinks you're going to leave but you’re taking off your shoes to then slide in next to her on the bed.

She automatically moves so she can lean into your side with her arm over your stomach. You get comfortable by placing your arm around her and pull her close to you.

Once you're both settled, with her head on your clavicle, you hear her release a shaky breath and feel her relax into you.

You kiss the top of her head and begin to stroke her hair while you lay in silence.

After a few minutes you break the quiet atmosphere, "I know it doesn't feel like it but you won't feel this way forever. One day, you'll be so happy that nothing will bring you down."

"How do you know I'll be happy?" She asks with a sniffle.

With your chin leaning on her head and you smile to yourself, "Because I'll be there to make sure of it."

Taylor brushes a tear gathering in the corner of her eye with the sleeve of her hoodie wrapped around her thumb and says, "How? With your lame ass jokes?" Finishing with a small chuckle.

You let out an exaggerated gasp, "How dare you insult me like that Taylor Sloane!" You begin, as you pull away from your cuddled position.

Taylor's disappointment from moving away from your warmth doesn't last long because you continue, "You know what I have to do now, don't you?"

Looking at you confused, Taylor is about to ask what but before she can say anything you answer your own question with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, "Payback," not giving her any time to react you start to tickle her.

She screams and starts to giggle from the sensation of your attack on her ribs. Her giggles turn into howling laughter and soon you're both laughing at each other because Taylor doesn't back down from a challenge. Not with you.

She tries to retaliate but you have the upper hand because you've moved on top of her.

You grab her flailing arms by her wrists and pin them down to the bed either side of her head. You both breathe hard, as your laughter slows, "I guess I win, Sloane,'' you say with a smirk on your face.

She tries her luck by pushing her arms up but you push back not giving her a chance, making you both chuckle at her failed attempt.

When she sees she is trapped she realises something, “So what now, huh? Your hands are too busy to attack,” she says smugly.

You smile down at her.

She looks so beautiful.

Even with her messy hair that's tied up in a bun giving you a full view of her face.

Her tired, shining emerald eyes look at you the same way you're looking at her.

You take in every detail of this moment which feels like an eternity. Both your smile's lost as this boundless moment drags on.

Her gaze drops quickly to your lips then back to your eyes.

You look at her lips a second longer she looked at yours, thinking to yourself; Is this really going to happen?

When both your eyes meet again, you are waiting for her to tell you to stop as your head lowers slowly.

Just as you're almost at the finish line, the tip of your nose brushing hers, you hear the front door of her house open, "Taylor!" You hear the voice of her brother and the rustling of some bags making you pull away at a record speed. "You better not be moping around! I bought us some food!" He shouts.

You get off her sitting on the edge of the bed, moving to put on your shoes, your back facing her as she sits up looking at you.

No words are exchanged as she walks out of the room first.

Taylor makes it into the kitchen but you hang back a little while longer, mind reeling at your almost kiss.

Nicky smiles and Taylor gives him a full one back, it's not like one of the half-assed smiles he's been getting from her recently. He sees her eyes are not as dark as they have been the last few days too.

As you make it to them soon after, you look up to see Nicky sorting through the food, plating it all up. "Y/n, I didn't know you were here," he realises now, why Taylor looks better and offers you a smile that you easily return. "There should be enough food for the three of us."

‘Maybe it's not meant to be.’ - This is the mantra that always goes through your head when you're with her recently.

"I should go," you smile and start to turn to leave. Just before you do you whip your head around, "If you need me just call me, okay?" You say to Taylor once she makes eye contact.

She smiles and nods her head. "Thank you," she rushes out before you turn to leave again. "For today. I feel better."

You give her a small smile, "I'm glad," you reply. You say your goodbyes to them both and leave the house.

Taylor stares at the spot you were standing as you leave. She hears the door shut and lock, while her mind replays the moment on her bed. Nicky's voice brings her back to her standing in the kitchen, "Is Y/n alright? They never say no to free food," he jokes as she turns to look at him.

She smiles at his comment and starts to help him with the plating.

When he starts talking about one of his 'bros doing a backflip into a pool' her mind goes back to you and his voice turns into white noise.

If Taylor was being honest with herself;

She would admit that she had imagined a future with you;

Your kind and loving nature had only pulled her in more and more;

That she was in love with you.

…

A few weeks pass by and while you and Taylor haven't been avoiding each other your interactions have been… less.

Nicky has left the city again but not before making sure his sister was going to be okay without him, speaking to you to make sure you were going to be around more than you had in these weeks.

The two of you have only met a couple of times since the day in her bedroom. Neither of you mention it when she calls you on a random Thursday morning asking if you’re busy.

Her house is running out of necessities so she needs to go shopping. While Nicky was there he would do it but now that she has to do it, she doesn't want to go on her own.

You agreed to go with her but under one condition: you would drive.

The two of you have a long running joke about how bad of a driver she is. She, on the other hand, doesn't see it.

Her laughter in response was music to your ears, you had hated being away from her.

Greeting Taylor, albeit a little awkwardly at first, the two of you fall into your rhythm once more after a few jokes and insults like the way you both usually interact.

When you get to the grocery store Taylor is sitting in your passenger seat, working up the courage to enter.

You sit there giving her the time she needs to build up the courage to enter the store. "It's always been so easy, to just walk in," Taylor says as she plays with her fingers, replaying the last time she was here in her head.

You reach over and take her hand in yours, "Take all the time you need Sloane," you smile at her.

She takes a final deep breath as she reaches for the door handle and leaves the car. You follow her lead by stepping out of the car and moving inside. You make sure the blonde takes her time walking through the aisles.

You manage to complete the shopping trip without a hitch. There was an almost incident where Taylor thought she saw Ezra after rounding a corner. Before she could freak out though, you wrapped your arm around her, hand resting on the shopping cart handle, "You're ok, it's not him," you said calmly, as you successfully walked past the man.

Now that all of her shopping bags were bought in from her car and resting on the counters in the kitchen, it had finally caught up to Taylor.

She was shaking and you did what you always do which was take her in your arms, "You’re safe now, I’m here."

Once her trembling stops, she takes a step back and looks at you, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Smiling you say, "I know you'd be fine because you're Taylor fucking Sloane," making her chuckle.

When the moment passes, Taylor takes on a more serious expression, "Really, Y/n. You mean so much to me, I can't imagine my life without you," she says, truthfully.

You look to the floor and then back to her eyes, "You mean a lot to me too, Taylor," your heart begins to race.

Your mouth is getting drier by the second. The expression on your face is so serious, Taylor is slightly taken aback.

You play with the keys in your hands and take this opportunity to say the words you've longed to say.

"Tayl-"

Both of you look in the direction of the front door when you get interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She mumbles something about going to see who it is so you nod your head acknowledging her.

You take a deep breath and jump slightly when your phone rings.

By the time she gets back she hears the end of your speech, "I'll be there soon, bye," she can't help the frown that takes over her face.

You turn around seeing the look on her face, you ask, "Everything ok?" She smiles, explaining it was a package for Nicky.

She can't help but ask, "You have to go?"

"Yeah, there's an emergency with some photos and I'm the only one that can deal with it I guess," you say and she smiles softly at you.

"Saving one person at a time," you smile at her comment and want to say you would always drop everything to save her, but you don't.

You wrap her in another hug after making sure she will be alright. You then say goodbye before leaving.

Before Taylor gets on with sorting through the shopping she finds herself spaced out once again after another interaction together.

A major thought being: ‘What were you going to say?’

…

You had been so caught up with everything going on with Taylor and distracting yourself with work you don't know the last time you spoke with Dan.

The two of you arranged to meet, so right now you were both sitting outside enjoying a day of leisure together.

Once he had updated you about his life, you started with yours.

He already knew about the almost kiss in the bedroom but you use this time to catch him up with the latest.

When you get to the part about you almost telling Taylor how you feel about her in her kitchen he called you- "dumb! You are such an idiot Y/n!"

"Thanks," you deadpanned.

"For real Y/n, why can't you just tell her how you feel?" He sounds frustrated and you can’t blame him. He has had to listen to you talk about the same girl for over two years.

"We keep getting interrupted, I think it's a sign," you exasperate, as you look at a few clouds in the sky leaning back in your chair.

"Bullshit!" He shouts out and you turn your head, smiling, to look at him, "What about all the times in between when you haven't even tried?!" His expression is serious and you lower your eyes to the bottle in your hand for a second and back to him, "You need to tell this girl how you feel," he lowers his voice, accentuating his serious expression.

You're not smiling anymore and he knows where your mind is going to go with this "I-"

"No!" His voice goes back to being raised.

You try again, "You don-"

"I do understand, because I know exactly what you're gonna say," damn, he knows you too well.

You sit there for a few seconds shaking your leg while you chew your lip in thought.

He leans forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees as he looks at you, voice lowered and a lot softer than before but still as threatening, "I know what's going on in that head of yours. I can literally hear what you're thinking,"

You pause your ministrations and squint at him, "Bullshit, you don't know what I'm think-"

Before you can finish your accusation he is already saying what's on your mind, albeit, cynically, "Oh I don't want to ruin our friendship(!) The universe is against me(!) Wah, wah, wah. You big baby," he finishes leaning back in his lounge chair.

You look down while you stay slouched in yours. "You're an asshole, you know that?" You say, smiling as you look back at him.

"You know what? I do know that, I know I'm a correct asshole and you need to get your head out of your own ass," he finishes.

You scoff, "Dick," then go silent as you start thinking and considering he's not letting you speak, now he's not going to let you think either.

"Y/n, no. No big romantic gestures, no big speeches just tell her how you feel."

Wow, he really does know what you're thinking, it's kind of scary.

"Alright! Alright," you sigh, leaning forward. "I'll talk to her, but-"

"No. Shut up," You laugh again at his abruptness, "You said yes, so you have to do it now. And by now, I mean NOW," he waves his hand as if to shoo you away, "Get the fuck off my property."

You stand up, you can't believe you're about to do this. But before you leave you you’re about to voice a doubt in your head, "What if-"

You shouldn't be surprised to get cut off yet again, "Y/n, man. If you don't leave right now. I will get violent," with his threatening voice you scoff and shake your head.

As you start to walk away you pause before continuing and turn back to him, "Thanks Dan," He stopped himself from heckling you again when he heard what you were saying, "For everything, really. You're a great friend."

"Bitch, I know. Now get outta here before I hose you down." He says, then takes a sip from his bottle.

You walk with renewed vigour in your step.

You were really going to do it.

You are going to tell her.

…

As you get to Taylor's house, instead of letting yourself in, you knock. It wouldn't feel right to just walk in. Not with what you have to say.

Looking at your shoes you don't have to wait long before she opens the door. Your head flies up and when she sees you, she smiles. You automatically smile back.

"Hi," you say uneasily, hands balled into fists in your pockets.

She doesn't understand why you look nervous, so her greeting comes out as a question, "Hi?" She laughs, "Y/n, what's wrong?" She looks a little worried but still has a smile on her face.

You let out a breath, you didn't realise you were holding, as a shaky laugh, "I actually wanted to talk to you about somethin-"

"Taylor? Who is it?" You hear a deep voice coming from behind the door making you pause.

The door swings further as someone pulls it open to see you standing there. It’s a man you don't know. He’s holding two wine glasses, it doesn't take much to piece it together.

She was on a date.

Your tense muscles collapse just as your facial expression does.

She smiles at him, introducing you to each other. But you can’t hear anything. Blood is rushing in your ears and your throat feels like it’s about to close in on itself.

The whole situation is overwhelming, you can feel your eyes filling with tears so you look away. You need to get out of there quickly, before you break down, "Sorry for interrupting, I'll leave," you hope you manage to say.

"What? What was it you wanted to talk about?" She asks, confused.

You’re already turning on your heels so you rush your words out, "It's not important, bye," walking away as fast as you can.

Taylor calling out for you falls on deaf ears because you knew this was a stupid idea, you knew you shouldn’t have even thought about talking to her about your true feelings.

You’re not sure if it's from the speed you’re walking or because of this whole situation or both but your heart is racing and your breathing picks up quickly.

Everything is confusing but one thing is for certain - you feel yourself breaking.

It's only when you're halfway down the street that you realise tears have spilt over.

You finally take in your surroundings and can hear someone closing in on you.

It's Taylor.

"Y/n, what's going on? You're scaring me," she asks, as her brisk walk reaches you. You take a step back when she goes out to reach for you when she sees your tears.

She's in front of you and you can’t stop thinking about her and how pretty she is. How much you feel for her.

Your chest is heaving, your breathing heavy, the lump in your throat doesn’t ease off.

You couldn't have stopped your next words even if you tried. You’re not thinking properly and the words you've been wanting to say for so long finally spill out.

"I think I'm in love with you," you can't stop blinking. Whether it's to blink away your tears or from your nerves, you don't know.

Taylor is looking at you, speechless. She always wondered if there was something in your feelings towards her but always brushed it over thinking it was all in her head.

"No, I-," you scrunch your eyes closed for a second taking in the fact that you're really saying this, "I am in love with you," you finally say your truth, looking her in the eye.

All the blonde can do is stare, bewildered as you look at her.

You've gotten this far, why should you stop now, "I've loved you for a while now and I didn't know what to do so I kept it to myself."

All the times you held back has led to this moment where you can't stop rambling, "I came here to tell you, but now you're on a date with someone and I-"

You've lost count with how many times you've been interrupted today but this time it was because Taylor's lips were on yours.

It takes a second for your brain to catch up to what's going on but eventually you kiss her back.

You pull her in by the waist as her hands cup your cheeks so she can fully kiss you. It feels eternal and you're kissing her like your life depends on it.

You both need to stop for air, breathing heavy.

"It isn’t a date, he's a friend of Nicky's," you rest your forehead against hers, scoffing at how ridiculously you acted with your overreaction.

You pull back again so you can look at her properly. She's smiling. She's smiling so brightly that she could be compared to the sun.

You take your time looking at one another so you can take in this moment.

Even with how fast your heart was beating and the loud rush of blood still in your ears, you hear her say the words you could have only dreamed her saying before now loud and clear,

"I love you too."

A/N: Thanks to Reddit for ‘Dung nugget’ and to @8bitscarlet for the French fry joke lol

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