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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Sinful Suit

Summary: Reader and Lizzie have some fun after Doctor Strange Premiere. | Warnings: (+18), pure smut, bottom!lizzie, oral (r giving), fingering, short of rough sex (clothe ripping and rush).

A/N: I thought about taking a break and then Lizzie Olsen walked out of the house wearing that suit and I almost had a stroke. A gift to you (and to me as well honestly) about what everyone wanted to do.

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Lizzie was having a good time watching you struggle.

Thighs pressed together instinctively, breath hitching every time you met her gaze - or rather tried to hold it before descending to her collarbone and the opening of her suit.

You were behaving yourself though.

Polite smiles, decent answers, and well-mannered hands throughout the event.

Even hours ago, during the preparation where you nearly melted to the floor when you saw her in her event attire, something like a whimper escaping your lips accompanied by a 'holy fuck' that made her stomach fill with butterflies and a shy smile form in her lips, even there, you did nothing more than kiss her cheek. A hand gave a gentle squeeze behind her back, whispering in her ear that she looked stunning before you turned away to get ready as well.

At the premiere, you acted as if everything was under control, and you weren't about to combust - Lizzie could feel how warm your skin was when you entwined your hands to hers, or buried your face in her neck between one break and the next - and stayed by her side the entire time. Even while the movie was on, and just for a little torment she put her hand on your thigh, you did nothing more than interlock your fingers and offer her a small smile.

But that was hours ago. Lizzie was watching you out of the corner of her eye - a warm feeling in her chest - as you cheerfully told her, or rather complimented her even though you were also in the movie, all the way to her house.

The actress was almost beginning to believe that your comment that you couldn't wait to rip that suit off her had been forgotten when just after she opened the door, your hands closed around her waist. Lizzie heard the door slam at the same second that she was pressed against the wood - a surprised gasp dying on her lips as your mouth met hers in a hungry kiss.

She grunted in satisfaction, your hands rushing and not at all gentle, groping their way inside her suit as your tongue devoured her, sliding in and making her moan. The blonde overpowered the kiss as she tangled your hair between her fingers, but gasped as she felt your palms close on her breasts.

"This suit is sinful." You almost complained or complimented she couldn't tell, not when your lips were making their way down her jaw and neck, marking the skin not so slightly, your fingers stimulating her nipples until they hardened enough and she shuddered, something between a moan and a whimper escaping her lips. “Take it off, Lizzie.” You demanded, but you didn't wait, your hands forcing the jacket open. She heard the ripping - expensive clothes ruined - but she didn't have time to complain, your hands worked their way down the front of her pants, and faster than she could keep up, your fingers sank into her pussy.

"Fuck baby!" she moaned loudly as she closed her eyes tightly, feeling your fingers find a rhythm along her folds. Thumb pressing against her clit as your mouth returned to hers. She couldn't keep the kiss when your free hand found the back of her thigh and pulled up, Lizzie taking her cue to entwine against your waist, feeling you press your body against hers, and the newly added depth the position allowed made her whimper.

"So wet." You grunted in satisfaction as you thrust your fingers inside her hard, so deep that each time you slid in Lizzie choked on her own breath, the walls clenching your fingerprints. "Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"

She could only moan in response, her hands found a position on your lower back, and her nails dig into your flesh as you thrust inside her. At that pace and intensity, Lizzie didn't even try to hold back, she knew she couldn't, after all those tense hours between the two of you, she was craving some relief. And her orgasm came hard, intense, and high-pitched, overwhelming her mind with suffocating arousal. You muffled her loud moan with your own mouth, stroking her thigh with your thumb while your fingers moved more gently as she dripped in your hand.

"So eager." She mocked breathlessly, feeling you chuckle softly against her lips.

"You have no idea." You retorted before removing your fingers, missing the soft sigh she let out because you were lowering your body. Her thigh, previously against your waist, was placed on your shoulder. Lizzie barely had time to realize what you were doing before she threw her head back, a deep moan escaping as she felt your mouth met her pussy.

"Y/N, fuck! Can't I even catch a break?" She tried affectedly, but one of her hands steadied itself in your hair, making sure you weren't going anywhere.

You, on the other hand, offered her nothing more than a grunt, the vibration making her shudder, being still sensitive from the last orgasm. Your tongue moved leisurely at first - giving her the damn break she wanted - while teasing her clit with a little pressure before moving down to her folds, tasting her, and spreading her cum all over. But suddenly you hummed - ever so impatiently - and sank in, devouring her with delight, and Lizzie whimpered, the pressure in her lower abdomen ready to explode again.

She instinctively met the rhythm of your tongue with her hips, and this seemed to encourage you to go faster and deeper. Lizzie almost screamed, her body betraying her as her next orgasm approached, but you steadied your hands behind her thighs, head buried between her legs. You moaned too as she came into your mouth, licking her clean and humming in pure blast at her taste - a warm wave of arousal in the pit of your belly while you did it - until the stimulation was too much and Lizzie gave you a gentle tug on the hair on the back of your neck, whimpering softy.

You chuckled satisfied as you pulled away, and the woman felt a new sharp wave of arousal as she saw you on your knees, face resting on her thigh as one hand caressed her skin, the evidence of her climax dripping down your chin.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." She commented with her breathing out of rhythm, her legs still tingling. She let one of her hands linger on your face, caressing your cheek. You offered her a mischievous chuckle.

"On my knees for you?" you retorted good-naturedly, making her smile too as she nodded. "Best place to be if you want my opinion."

"I quite agree." She retorted in the same tone, fingers moving to collect the rest of her evidence. They returned to your mouth, and her breath hitched as you suck in without hesitation, dark eyes staring back at her. "Fuck me."

"Can we continue this in our bedroom, Miss Olsen?" You asked somewhat breathlessly and impatiently, your free hand giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. Lizzie nodded almost immediately, and you tried to stand up properly, arms closing around her waist to carry her.

But the way you kissed her next, Lizzie got the impression that you two wouldn't make it past the hallway.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen x yn #wanda x reader

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wandaspetal · 9 months

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An Island Made From Love

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, mentions of Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (platonic), and Kate Bishop x Wanda Maximoff (platonic)

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Established Relationship

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4K+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of death (no one actually died though I’m not heartless) , Mental breakdowns, panic attacks, mention of anxiety, depression, suicidal ideations, crying, angst with a happy ending, VERY GAY AND FLUFFY AT THE END I PROMISE

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You make your island flag in animal crossing Wanda’s crown.

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses they/them pronouns! This is very much partially based on me restarting my anch island and wondering how Wanda would react after a hard day….I’m mentally ill shush.

Wanda had been having the worst day. The team’s mission went south very fast. Hydra began implanting bombs inside their base’s so that in the case if they are ever found they can destroy the evidence of them being there. Soldiers waited outside for them with military grade weapons. The Hulk went into a fit of rage, Clint almost lost an arm and Natasha was almost crushed by rubble. Wanda was able to push herself hard enough to use her magic to make sure Natasha and her got out of the building quick enough.

They were the only ones left inside as the rest of the team fought everyone outside. After everything was said and done the ride on the quinjet back to the compound was silent. Even a small cough had an apology following suit behind it. Wanda is surprised she didn’t cry the same way Kate did as Yelena held her on the way back. The brunette simply placed a comforting hand on Kate’s back on the way home.

Wanda Maximoff had lost so many people in her life and this was another reminder of why she had to keep them out the way. The team can protect themselves. Y/n, a barista at a family owned coffee shop–one they barely work at anymore because their rich girlfriend takes care of them and Tony and the team randomly throws money and gifts their way. But that’s besides the point. The team is strong with super powers or serums or martial arts and knows how to use weapons. Y/n makes the threat that anything can be a weapon yet they ironically apologize whenever they bump into a chair, table, etc.

The mere thought of losing them the same way she almost lost half the team today nearly sent Wanda into a spiral. She convinced herself to hold on and remain strong.

Once they landed everyone was sent off to med bay, visible injury or not. Wanda had a scar on her brow and a cut on her nose and a sprained wrist. Both her arms were sore but she didn’t think that was worth mentioning. After leaving medbay she informed Jarvis to tell the team she went to see Y/n if they asked where she went.

Wanda didn’t bother driving a car, she stepped outside and immediately teleported inside Y/n’s apartment. The Sokovian wasn’t allowed to do that anymore after she scared them but she couldn’t help herself as she was on the verge of shaking from overstimulation.

“Wanda is that you?!”

“Y-Yeah!” She already felt tears coming to her eyes at hearing your voice but quickly blinked them away.

“Oh! Come look and see!!” Y/n exclaimed happily.

Wanda smiled and quickly walked pass the small foyer and to the living room. Her shoulders relaxed at the sight of her partner gazing at the TV that displayed her animal crossing game on it. She walked over and sat down on the couch.

“I restarted my island and it took like five times but I finally got villagers that aren’t ugly!” They squealed with joy.

Wanda placed her hands in her lap and smiled authentically at the screen. Y/n had already begun decorating the island and including as much villager homes as possible. There was customized pathing on the beach and grass.

“I named it Westview because you know…we said we wanted to move there.” Y/n’s voice grew quieter as their shyness increased. They shrugged. “And yeah…”

Wanda turned her head and reached out her to tuck their hair behind their ear. “That’s nice, I like it.”

Y/n blushed then cleared their throat. “Oh! Also the flag!! Look, look, look!!” They still hadn’t looked at Wanda as they could not turn their attention off the screen. Not even a bowl of the best pasta in the world could take their focus off their hyper fixation right now.

Wanda turned her head back towards the screen, still twirling their strand of hair between her two fingers. She dropped her hand at the sight of the flag that blew in the wind at the airport. It was her head piece. The one that she didn’t like at first but Y/n adored because it suited her so well. And because Y/n adored it Wanda slowly began to, too. Tony designed it for her after he heard her ranting about wanting more accessories for her costume the same way Nat and Steve did.

“I made it just for you!” They exclaimed.

“You made me a flag…with my head piece on it?” Wanda asked, her eyes glazing over with the tears she had been holding back since the mission ended.

Y/n beamed at the tv screen missing the full effect of their words. “Yeah! Because you’re my favorite person in the world and–“ They faltered and their brow furrowed with concern as they finally turned to look at the brunette. “Wanda, are you okay?” Y/n reached out and caressed her cheek with their palm as the witch begun to cry.

“I just love you…so much.” A lone tear trailed down her cheek. “You make me so happy…I-…today was awful and some of the team almost didn’t make it and it was so traumatizing and I just–” A much needed sob broke free from her mouth as she curled into Y/n’s warm embrace.

Y/n began to rock them side to side and soothingly rub their hand up and down Wanda’s back. “You’re safe now, let it all out.” Wanda sobbed harder than before, gripping on Y/n’s shirt for dear life. “I’m so sorry all of you had to go through that.” Wanda continued to cry as Y/n continued to speak.

They sat in silence until her sobs died down to sniffles and her eyes had stopped producing as much tears.

Y/n moved to pull away then stopped as Wanda whimpered. “Put your head up for me please.” Wanda complied, sitting up straight with their arms still around each other. “I love you.” Wanda felt another sob building up in her throat. “And I’m so so proud of you.” Another sob broke free but Y/n continued to speak as they wiped away Wanda’s tears. “Today was really hard and you did such a phenomenal job–yes you did.” Y/n reassured as Wanda began shaking her head. “You did a good job because you did your best.”

Wanda pulled away from their embrace, her body immediately felt the rush of cool air surrounding her. “I didn’t even tell Pietro where I was going, I just left and came straight here to you because I just felt so overstimulated and…and broken and scared.” Y/n nodded, holding their palms together. “And I know I did a great job but fuck why did my life have to be this way, I’m still here, I’m still the scared little girl who hid under a bed with her twin brother for 3 days after realizing our parents are gone and dead and…” She felt herself begin to descend into a panic and placed one hand on her chest and the other on her head. “I’m tired. I’m so tired.” She choked out.

Y/n took both Wanda’s hands in their own. “Baby, look at me, hey-” Their eyes met. “I’m right here, okay? Everything is okay now, the team is okay, your brother is okay and you are okay..you’re safe now.” Wanda blinked. Y/n brought Wanda’s hands to their chest and took a deep breath in then a deep breath out and continued this until Wanda began to follow suit.

It took five minutes until the normal color returned to Wanda’s cheeks and blood no longer felt like it was rushing to her ears. Y/n placed their hand on Wanda’s cheek, smiling as the witch sighed out of content. Wanda turned her head and kissed their hand before she spoke.

“Can you show me more of…Westview?” She asked softly while making eye contact.

“Only as long as you promise to move there with me…and also order us a pizza.” Y/n bit their lip and grinned as Wanda giggled.

“I promise.” Wanda took her phone out of her pocket and snuggled into Y/n’s side as the number for their favorite pizza place began to ring. “Extra cheese?” She hummed as Y/n kissed the top of her head.

“Sounds great.” They replied and began to decorate Westview as Wanda ordered them enough food to have leftovers for the next day.

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gb12d · 7 months

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Chapter 1

Tags @lifespectator

Y/N POV

It was a normal morning for me today. They had called from the gym that I could take a day off today if I wanted. And given that today was also my fiance's, Jane, day off, then I took it. She was out for a run and would be back soon, so I want to surprise her with a nice breakfast.

As I walked to the kitchen, I stopped to look at a picture of us both that we took some months ago. For others, it would be viewed as a normal picture of a cute couple. But for me, it meant my world. She was the person who made my heart flutter by simply thinking of her. The only reason I want to keep living despite my errors. I only hope that nothing will ever tear us apart.

I made my way to the kitchen where I grabbed what I needed to make Jane a good breakfast. I'm not a good cook, but I guess I can make her something simple like some scrambled eggs and also an orange juice to go with it. When I finished making her breakfast, I heard the door open, letting me know that she was at home.

"Breakfast for my badass agent," I smile " how was your run babe," I ask, kissing her forehead. "Good and thanks for this," She responds softly, kissing my cheek, causing me to blush. "Oh my god, Y/N, you blush every time when I kiss your cheek," she giggles, making me smile. I'm so lucky to have her in my life. I think to myself as our day goes by with a good shower, cuddles and kisses.

Jane has always been a self-assured, independent woman with an unwavering dedication to her work, which has only deepened my love for her. She also maintains a healthy balance between her personal and professional lives, which encouraged her to make time for me and vice versa so that we could make more memories together. After all, being true to one another is what makes a relationship work perfectly, right?

#wanda maximoff #jane banner x reader #wind river #fanfic #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #fbi agent #yn

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chelleztjs18 · 2 years

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Lessons Learned (W.M) Pt. 2

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Student!FemReader (College AU)

Summary:Y/n has been looking forward to this particular class but something unexpected happened on the first day.

Warning 18+ Fluff, angst, a little humor with (maybe) smut in future chapter.

Requested: Yes by @mizzgay

A/n: Hey ya everybody! I'm back with pt. 2 of my newest mini series. This one finished earlier than other fic I wrote. So I will post this while you are waiting for Ch. 65 Lost In Assistance and Pt. 4 of Ten Days got done. Thank you @stonemags and @silver-lotus for helping me brainstorming. Also thank you @thatpersonthatisgenderfluid for helping me with the cool information of Marine Biology that they are expert with. Anyway, enjoy! Happy reading!

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“I wish that you went to Tony’s party. Everybody was there. Bucky was looking for you.” Nat tells you about the party you didn’t go to yesterday as she sinks into your huge bean bag chairs in your room. “Wow, he still doesn’t want to believe that I’m gay, does he?” You laugh a little responding to Nat as you are busy typing on your laptop finishing your homework.

“Well, apparently. Oh, Valkyrie was looking for you too. You know how much she likes you.” Nat adds as she throws your softball up and catches it casually. “Valkyrie? You meant Val? Valkyrie is her full first name?” You turn your head to look at Nat as you ask. She nods as an answer to you. “Sharon was there too. That plastic girl. Everything about her is fake. Oh my God, she throws herself to Steve all..night..long. She’s not good enough for him.” Grimace shows in Nat’s face as she speaks.

“I don’t like her either but you are too overprotective of him.” You comment with your laptop’s keyboard tapping sounds in the background.

“He’s like a brother to me, of course I will be overprotective as much as he is to me. Anyway, I still don’t get why you didn’t go to the party. You could’ve gone but you literally chose homework over a party with me and others.” Her soft raspy voice wraps in disappointment as it reaches your ears.

“It’s not just any homework, Natty. It’s Ms. Maximoff’s homework. She doubled my essay homework.” You retort. “Well, thanks to your know-it-all side. Also, you still have time to submit it and go to the party. Why are you so determined to finish it so fast?" Nat demands your reasoning.

"Because I want to show and prove to her that even though she doubled my homework, I still can finish it even earlier than others can." You gave her a very confident wink as you told her your motive. Well, you actually didn’t tell her the motive BEHIND your motive.

“It seems like you are trying hard to impress her so hard.” The red haired Russian patches a smirk. “Pffft. Me? Of course not.” You declined full heartedly her theory.

“You can tell me, y/n. I actually think that she is your type. Well, I don’t know what you think about older women. But she is smart plus she looks very attractive and last but not least, her accent. You always say that smart is the new sexy.” Nat adds as she does your impression saying the last sentence.

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, Nat. I just want to see her face when I submit the homework tomorrow.”

You can see Nat shakes her head as she rolls her eyes while she jokingly says, “God, you are such a nerd. Sometimes I don’t know how we can even be best friends for so long.”

“I hope she already graded our mini pop quiz from last class and will return it tomorrow because I’m dying to know how I do.” said Nat as she got up. “It was easy, I’m sure we did great. Trust me.” You answer with your eyes glued to the screen as you are busy typing.

“I hope so. Well, I’m gonna go to bed. Good night, nerd.” Nat yawns as she speaks and walks out of the room. “Good night, dork.” You casually reply as you playfully throw crumpled paper to her but she quickly closes your door.

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You knock on Nat’s bathroom door but no answer from her. You can hear her singing mixed with the shower noise. You knock once more and you get the same. You decided to slowly open the door and peak your head in a little, hoping that she will hear you that way. “Nat, sorry, I gotta go now. I’ll see you in class, okay?”

You finally get her attention and she peaks her head out of the shower curtain, all puzzled with what you just said. “Wait, what? Why in a rush? Everything okay? I’m almost done and I can be ready fast if you want.”

“No. No. It’s okay. My printer is broken. So I gotta go print my homework at the library. I gotta go, see you in class. Bye!” You explain in a rush and quickly close the door so Nat won’t get any chance to ask more details.

“Y/n?! Y/n?!” She tries to call you behind her shower curtain but silence is all she gets. Her mind keeps thinking that you are acting weird and there is something behind all that. She is right. There’s nothing wrong with your printer. Little does she know, you were just trying to find an excuse to go to the class early, alone. Yes, alone. So you can leave another note for Wanda before class.

Just like you did before, you carefully and quietly sneak into the empty class. You didn’t forget to check your surroundings before you proceed with your actions. Your heart beats nervously making your body feel cold as you slowly feel edgy. You cautiously grab the note and put it on the same visible spot of her desk. You rapidly walk out of the classroom, you feel relieved that nobody saw you. Your steps no longer feel heavy. You look at the time and you go to the bathroom nearby to calm yourself down despite the relief feelings you have right now then reply to Nat's text, telling her where you are at.

After you are done and leave the bathroom, you casually (well, at least you try to) walk back to the class. You see through the small window on the door that some students are already inside

All of a sudden you feel a slap to the back of your head as you pull the door. It wasn’t too hard but enough to startle you pretty bad. You instantly turn your head back in surprised annoyance. “Jesus! Nat. Why the hell did you do that? You scared the shit out of me.” You slip in a complaint tone in your question.

“Geez, why are you so jumpy? You are jumpy when you lie or do something bad. What did you do?” She asks in surprise as she follows you walking into the class. “I didn’t do anything and I-I’m not jumpy. You startled me with your unnecessary hard slap on my head. Who wouldn’t be jumpy when they got slapped like that?” You retort.

“Well you deserve that, you left me this morning. Why didn’t you wait? I told you I was almost done and would be ready soon.” Nat answers as both of you sit at the same exact desk on the back row.

“I already told you why I have to leave. I had to print my homework, that’s all.” You avoid eye contact with her and as your best friend she easily notices that. “I don’t know. Something is up.” She raises a brow.

“What did you mean, Nat? What’s up?” Vision’s voice came out of nowhere just right on time when you were going to respond to Nat’s suspicion. “Yeah, y/n? What’s up?” Tony asks. Both of them look at both of you as they are comfortably sitting next to the both of you. “Nothing, nothing is up. Oh by the way, guess who finished the double homework last night? Me!” You are internally so relieved after finding a way to distract your three friends away from asking you more questions as you pull out your printed homework out of your bag.

“Wow! That was fast. Let me see?” Tony grabs it from your hand but not for so long. You quickly pull it away from him but Vision sneakily steals it from you. “Give me that!” You try to take it back and both Tony and Vision laugh.

“Okay. Okay. Guys, stop it. Look who’s here.” Nat alerts the three of you and Vision voluntarily gives you back your homework. The class turns silent respectfully the second Wanda walks into the class.

“Hello again, class.” Wanda greets then the class returns her with overlaps greetings. You have no idea why your heart feels like it bursts out insanely inside your chest as soon as you see Wanda. Your eyes refuse to leave the view of her doing her thing as she is getting ready for today’s lecture.

The anticipation is killing you. You try to keep a cool calm face but internally, you are a mess. You wish you could fast forward the time so Wanda sees the note. You don’t know if it’s just you but it seems like she moves in slow motion. Yes, that’s how much you want her to notice the note so she can read it already. Everything and everybody seems to move so slow.

Wanda secretly feels like being watched and weirdly her eyes subconsciously search for you right away as if they know that it was you who stared at her. Her instinct was right. She caught you staring at her but the bad impressions she has been getting from you only make her not a fan of yours even more. Without a doubt she averts her gaze away from your own.

Her indignation is soon enough soothed when she sees the same looking piece of note from the last one. Honestly, it excites her. She tries to be as discreet as she can, stopping everything she was doing to sit down and read it.

“Your warm smile is as hypnotizing as a love spell. Like magnets, your soft green eyes pull me into euphoria as if I'm completely under your trance.”

Wanda can’t hold back her own smile to show up. She almost forgot for a few seconds that she was in front of her students. If she is alone, she would sit longer adoring the sweetness from the note. She doesn’t even know who wrote this but she has butterflies in her stomach reading it. She feels giddy, joy dances through her heart.

Meanwhile, you could’ve sworn that you saw a blush slowly show up on her cheeks and you can’t describe how happy you feel. All the rush feelings were worth it after you caught that smile on her.

You come back from your daze when Wanda’s voice dances through your ear and flows straight to your heart as she starts today’s lecture.

Wanda starts the lecture like usual, teaches the subject passionately. The more you pay attention to her, the more the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You even wonder how she is in a class as a student or how it is to be her friend.

Every now and then Wanda glances at you and when that happens sometimes you forget what you were about to write in your notebook. She never looks at you for more than five seconds unless you ask her questions or if it’s necessary.

As the time slowly betrayed you and reminded you that today's class is almost over, you notice that she takes a seat and pulls out a small stack of papers. “Okay, before this class is over today, I have good news. Next meeting, it’s gonna be at LAB 616, we will study some fish, its anatomy. Trust me, we are gonna have fun..” the class cheers as soon as Wanda announces her next class’s plan with excitement followed by a little laugh. Just like that, her little laugh easily traps you in adoration of her. You never knew that someone’s laugh can be so attractive to you until you hear hers.

“Also, I have your pop quiz graded so I’ll call your name, come pick it up and you are good to go for today.” She continues her last announcement before she starts to call her students one by one to hand their quiz back.

There are only a few students left, even Tony and Vision already got theirs but they stay near the door to wait for you and Nat. You don’t know why you get nervous more and more the longer you wait. Questions start to pop all over your mind randomly. Why hasn’t she called you yet? Are you gonna be the last one? If yeah, did she do it on purpose? Why does it seem that she doesn't like me that much? Thoughts and questions roaming around in your mind.

"Natasha." Wanda calls as she looks right away to your and Nat’s direction. She sure remembers exactly where you and your friends sit. You see Nat walking away from you and quickly swift her steps to take her pop quiz result. Then finally, your name slips out of her lips and you just love to hear it. Your name wrapped with her accent is the new combination you never knew you needed to hear. Your lips suppress the smile that is fighting to come out and it ends up coming out as an awkward smile.

As you get closer to her desk, Nat comes back and says “Uh, I’m sorry Ms. Maximoff, this isn’t mine. It’s the other Natasha’s in this class. My last name is Romanoff.” She hands back the paper to Wanda. You halt your steps and watch what is going on.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me find yours and make sure that I put your grade correctly in my file.” Wanda takes the paper back and does what she needs to do. As Nat is waiting, her eyes accidentally catch something that’s laid on the table. YOUR LOVE NOTE. Yes, Nat sees it and Wanda doesn’t even realize that.

Surprised, she quickly turned her head away a little bit but of course it’s not for that long. She lays her eyes back on the note. Nat easily recognizes that it’s your handwriting. Taking the same classes with you pretty much almost every semester has its own perks. Both of you have been sharing notes with each other therefore she knows your handwriting very well.

“Okay, here you go. Good job. Keep up the good work.” Wanda’s voice alerts Nat to stop looking at the note and she takes the paper. “Thank you, Ms. Maximoff.” with that she walks away as she checks out her paper.

You take a few steps closer in front of Wanda’s desk. “Y/n, here’s yours. Nice work.” Your heart skittered taking the compliment from her. She looks up to you for a few seconds then looks back down to what she was doing. She notices that you are still standing in front of her. “Uh-excuse me, Ms. Maximoff.” You said as soon as you noticed something.

Wanda takes a deep breath and answers. “Yes, y/n? Is there a problem?”

“Yes. Something wrong on number five.” You answer her as you show her your paper and point at number 5 question. Wanda looks at it and then looks at you as she says "The only thing that's wrong in it is your answer." Cold and flat was her tone, let alone her gaze at you was so intimidating. It makes you want to run from it but stay at the same time to adore her striking green eyes but of course, all you can and want to do right now is to disagree with her.

"Wait, what? Are you serious?" You ask in disbelief.

"Do I look like I'm joking? The question is why orcas hunt great white sharks and your answer is wrong." Her words and her tone gives a chill on your spine but somehow you like it. Okay..okay. You have to focus on the question and your answer on number 5.

"Wrong? Ms. Maximoff, with all due respect, my answer is not wrong. Everybody who are in this study knows that orcas hunt great white sharks for fun." You quickly tackle her words.

"Yes, at some point but it was years ago. Then after that, it was proven that they hunt great white sharks for their liver. Perhaps you forgot about that? Or maybe you don't know about it?" Wanda explains and asks you at the same time with a tone that makes you realize that you are actually wrong.

Shit. Yes, shit. That's what's on your mind now. You are embarrassed that you can't form any words.

"Did I ring any bells? Orcas target their liver because it has a lot of nutrients. Their liver provides oil and fat and it's a very valuable source for orcas. It's written in Mr. Fury's book as well." Wanda adds, followed by a victorious smile. Seeing your facial expression, she knows she got you this time.

And you, you are a mess inside. You hate it when you are wrong in front of her. That smile, it makes you feel more embarrassed yet flustered at the same time. The wave of her dirty blonde hair, the sharp jade eyes that feels like dagger stabs right to your heart and then you are soothed by her smile.

Seeing her explains things about your favorite subject right in front of you really makes her so much more attractive. She is definitely the definition of smart is the new sexy.

"I-uh- my apology, Ms Maximoff. You were right, I totally forgot about it." You stuttered from your embarrassment and her beauty.

Wanda stops what she was doing as she looks up to you for a few seconds. She is surprised that you admit that she is right, even apologized. There’s a pinch of thought in her that thinks that you are probably not as bad as the first impression you gave her. Of course she won’t show that thought like in an open book. She looks at you, clearing her throat and says “Well, okay then. I have to call the rest of the students so they can go home. See you in the next class.” She keeps her professionalism on point then gives the slightest smile to you.

You heard everything she said but boy oh boy, all those embarrassment and awkwardness of you stupidly complaint are worth it just to see her small smile right in front of you. Your brain has a little short circuit that you just stand there until she calls your name again. “Y/n?”

“Uh-y-yeah?” You stuttered. Wanda looks confused and you look stupidly frozen. Then Natasha came to the rescue. “Y/n, aren’t you gonna submit it today?” Nat gives you a sign through her question to you as she raises up her eyebrows. Wanda’s eyes flick between you and Nat then back to you. “Submit what, y/n?” The Sokovian professor asks.

“Oh. Oh. Y-yeah, right. Uh. I have it right..here.” As soon as you realize, you grab into your bag and pull out your printed essay shortly before you present it to Wanda with a proud smile. “Y/n, what’s this?”

“It’s the essay homework. 2510 words and I got it done early and want to submit it to you today.” Your proud tone was definitely heard by her.

Internally, Wanda is actually impressed but her ego is unamused because of your proud and confident smirk. “I don’t accept that. Take it with you, please.”

“What? Why?” Your eyes are rounded in surprise, so do Natasha’s.

“It’s crumpled. I don’t like it. It’s very unprofessional. So re-print it or don’t submit it at all.” She stares dagger at you as she answers you. Wanda is perfectionist so to be presented with a crumpled printed homework, it really annoys her.

The last sentence she said feels like a sledgehammer hit straight to your abdomen. As much as you are disappointed that she rejected your homework but you understand her reasoning after you look at how your homework looks. Thanks to Tony and Vision.

“Uh y-yes Ms. Maximoff. I understand. I’ll reprint it. Have a good day.” You agree in defeat. Disappointment written all over your face, you proceed your walk of shame and it softens Wanda’s ego a little.

“You too, y/n. See you in the next class.” She sincerely answers. With that, you walk out with Natasha and your heart smiles from Wanda’s sincere last words. Tony and Vision bombard you with questions in no time. Of course you didn’t forget to thank them in sarcasm for making your homework so crumpled and telling them what happened.

Weirdly, Nat remained mostly silent yet she looks at you with an analytical look and it concerns you. You wonder what she is thinking right now? Were you too obvious that you are having a crush on Wanda?

“Are you okay, Nat?” You ask. “Uh huh. I’m okay.” That was all the answer you got.

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You have been trying to find more reasons to tell Nat so you can go to class by yourself once more so you can leave Wanda another love note. This time you can’t come up with any excuse in mind.

At the end of the day, it feels like you finally found a light in this searching tunnel of excuses because Nat told you that she has to leave early to see the professor of the other class she takes to ask some homework related questions and she will see you in class after that. You feel so relieved that you don’t have to look for an excuse anymore and everything will go as you plan. You write another love note for her before you go to bed.

The next morning, you feel so good because you know you don’t have to lie to your best friend so you can go to class separately. Joy dances through your heart. You are excited to see Wanda again and can’t wait to see her smile again while reading your love note. This time you have to sneak into Lab 616.

Despite the excitement and relief feelings that Nat won’t catch you this time because she is busy with her other class stuff, you still watch your surroundings cautiously just in case Tony and Vision are around even though you know they most likely will come at the last minute before the class starts.

As soon as you found the lab, you peaked in quickly to make sure nobody is in there even though you can’t see the whole lab through the small window.

You are too focused on going to her desk to put the note on it. As you walk closer to it, you hear “I KNEW IT!!!”

It startled you and you recognized who it was. You turn around quickly. “Natty! Uh wh-what what are you doing here? I thought you had to see your other class’s professor?” You stammer.

“Oh zip it, y/n. Where is it? Let me see.” She asks as she opens her palms waiting for you to give it to her. “Where is what? What did you mean?” Your heart is still beating fast and you can feel your cheeks are warm from blushing too much because of getting caught but of course you try your luck and play dumb about it.

“The note you write for her. You were gonna leave it on her desk, weren’t you? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me anything about this. I thought we were best friends?” She demands and you can see that she is proud from figuring it out yet disappointed from you not telling her about this.

“I’m sorry Nat. I was going to tell you but I was just embarrassed, I guess?” You nervously explain and take out the note out of your pocket then let her read it. It didn’t even take two seconds for the note to migrate to Nat’s hand and she read it. Her lips move slowly and silently reading your love note then curves up a smile. Nat looks at you with sparkling eyes. “Aaaw! This is a sweet love note. Okay, I won’t be mad at you just because you wrote this so cute and romantic.”

“Really? You think so? Do you think she would like it?” You rambling nervously yet with excitement. “Of course! now go..go..go.. Put it on her desk before someone comes in here.” Nat encourages you to quickly leave the note. She smiles so widely and as if the love note was written for her.

_____

Both of you walk back into the class after waiting outside so it won’t be too obvious. Nat notices you look all nervous. Waiting for Wanda to come in drives you a little crazy. “Would you relax? Geez, you are a nervous wreck right now.” Nat yells in a whisper.

“Uh maybe because I am NERVOUS.” You retort.

“What are you nervous about? The note is cute, she will like it and she won’t find out that it’s from you. If you are like this and stare at her when she reads it like you did last time, then she might find out.” Nat adds with gritted teeth at the last sentence.

“Okay. Okay. I won’t.” You agree with the redhead just so she can stop telling you to relax. Just like what you thought, Vision and Tony come last minute.

A few minutes later, you see Wanda gracefully walk into the lab. “Hello, class.” This time she wears short sleeves, you think it probably has something to do with today's lab activity.

Your eyes clearly refuse to leave the view of her arms flexing when she puts her briefcase-like handbag. You swear you thought that you could feel the smoothness of her skin when you saw her arms and went down to her perfect slender hands, and of course her pretty fingers.

As if Wanda has been excited to come to the class only to find your note for today, her eyes instantly find where the note is and there it is, her smile shows up. Nat’s leg nudges your own as soon as she sees Wanda sits down and grabs the note.

Your heart skips a beat when you see another smile of hers appear. You lay your chin on your palm as you look at her dearly. Your heart is doubled in speed and your hope kindles. You take a deep breath, a joyful deep breath.

Just like yours, Wanda’s heart beats fast, she really hopes that her students don’t hear the sound of it. She is multitasking between reading your note and trying hard not to blush or smile like a fool but she miserably fails.

“Your presence has so much effect on me like a sedative. My legs feel weak everytime I see you and I am one simple touch away from crumbling under your beauty.”

Wanda’s thumb subconsciously and gently rubs the words that you wrote. Her mind starts to day dream and imagines that the person who writes this note was all smiling when she wrote this lovely note and if the person really did, Wanda’s heart longing to see the smile.

She soon focuses back to the class. She stands up and walks up in front of the class as she brushes her palms together excitedly. “Okay, are you guys ready for some fun?” The class cheers and it draws a laugh from her. Her heart subconsciously leads her gaze to you for a few seconds then she averts her eyes to the rest of the class. You feel like a rocket ship that shot up to the sky after hearing her laugh and her gaze pays you a visit. All Nat can do is giggle at you.

“Okay, before we start the fun for today, let’s talk about some more of the beautiful sea life. Let’s start with octopus, shall we?” Wanda starts her lectures as she dim the light and turns on the projector before she proceeds with more explanations. The lectures go really well so far and it’s a fun class today. You are too busy looking at Wanda with hearts in your eyes.

“Before I continue further, is there any question?” Wanda asks with care as she looks around the class making sure if any of her students have questions for her. Once again her eyes uncontrollably look at you briefly until a student raises her hand to ask a question.

“Yes, Kate? Do you have a question?” Wanda asks.

“Yes, Ms. Maximoff. Earlier you said that octopus has multiple brains. How many do they have actually?” The brunette asks and looks ready to take notes from Wanda’s answer.

“Good question! I have the answer here and I can show you.” Wanda answers as she is looking for the projector’s slide picture. Her focus was broken when she heard your voice and when she turned her head she saw you raise your hand. Wanda lets out an annoyed “not again” exhale.

“Yes, y/n?” Wanda answers in sarcasm as her effort not to show you that it is obvious that she is not looking forward to any argument in front of class with you.

“The answer is eight brains.” You confidently answered Kate’s question. Wanda is so baffled with what you just did. She is very unamused with it. No, she is pissed off. You might have thought you were just trying to help since it takes a little longer for Wanda to answer but you just pushed her button. She stares at you furiously, she feels that you disrespected her in front of the class. Nat is as bewildered as Wanda is.

As much as Wanda feels that you have insulted her but she knows she has the card in this game. On her mind, two can play this game. She knows that you have confidently answered with the wrong answer.

Tension builds up and fills the room. The students can see it and they are all waiting what Wanda will say next. Nat’s lips pressed and she literally covered her face with one of her palms briefly once again from the secondhand embarrassment. SHe wants to slap the back of your head, pull you by the collar and yell “what the hell is wrong with you?” but the silence is already too uncomfortable to bear until Wanda decides to answer you with the coldest tone.

“Oh? eight brains, huh? Are you sure, y/n?” Wanda responds.

“Yes,I'm sure. I love octopus.They have eight brains to control each tentacle it has. It’s obvious.” You casually answered but deep down you get nervous as you see Wanda walks closer and closer to your desk in the back row.

“I can see that you love octopus from how confidently you interrupt me on answering Kate’s question but it’s obvious that you don’t know much about octopus for someone who loves them. Because.. your..answer..is..wrong.” She speaks so slowly following the rhythm of her steps but clearly as she finally stands in front of your desk, looking down at you with a killing gaze.

You swallow hard. You look at her furious eyes only for a few seconds then you look at the surroundings that the whole class is actually looking at you. You embarrassed her and she is doing the same thing to you. As soon as you open your mouth to say something, Wanda interrupts you.

“You don’t want to argue with me right now, y/n, because the answer is in fact nine brains. One is the central brain and the other eight are to control each arm. It’s on the textbook page 32, on the last two sentences of the third paragraph. It was quoted from Mr. Fury’s second book.” Her accent becomes thicker and thicker as she finishes the sentences. You can see that Nat and some of the students quickly search the page and paragraphs that were mentioned.

You know you are screwed right now. You lost words. All you want is for the lecture to be done so you can walk out and hide from all of this.

“Now, I’m sure you ‘know’ a lot of facts about octopus since you love them. How many hearts do they have?” Wanda starts her sentence with such sarcasm, totally opposite from her calm yet cold tone and professional mannerism she showed earlier.

The intimidation you got from her makes you barely speak, you even stutter to answer. “Uh-two h–he..” Wanda didn’t let you finish another wrong answer from you. Your brain can’t think and it seems like you have a short term memory loss. “Wrong. They have three hearts.” She corrects you.

“Tell me the functions of the hearts they have.” Wanda demands. Tony and Vision are as frozen as you are. You don’t even blink but you clear your throat to answer. Surprisingly, you can’t find the answer. Just like you did, seeing it takes a little longer for you to answer, she interrupts you with an answer. “Two of the hearts pump blood to the gills and one heart pumps blood through the rest of the body.” Wanda explains once more to show you her position as the class’ professor.

As if it is not enough for her to corner you with this game you started, she asks you one more time. “With all the confidence you have and showed since the very first class, I’m sure you know why octopus has blue blood?” Wanda pauses for a few seconds to let you answer.

“I–uh- I don’t know, Ms. Maximoff. I’m sorry.” And there it is, Wanda finally gets what she wants, you apologize willingly in defeat in front of the class.

“They have blue blood because they have to adapt with cold water with little oxygen using a copper rich protein that’s called Hemocyanin. This protein is responsible for transporting oxygen to blood plasma.” As soon as she is done talking about it, she looks down at you who now lower your head down, you don’t even dare to look at her because you know you just did the same mistake. She then looks between Vision, Nat and Tony shortly before she turns around and walks back to her desk.

For a few seconds, Wanda’s mind ponders if she was too harsh on you. She knows that her ego and anger gets the best of her but right now all she can do is to continue the lecture.

Soon the tension slowly fades. Wanda leads the class to check on some fish, dissect some starfish and even show them bone structures of particular fish. It was a bit of a mess but the class had fun despite what happened earlier.

As the time of the lecture is almost out, Wanda assigns some homework and dismisses the class. “Y/n, I want you to stay to clean the lab.” Wanda orders as soon as she sees you and three of your best friends stand up to leave the class.

As much as you don’t want to do it, you know better not to complain and agree. “Yes, Ms. Maximoff.” Tony, Vision and Nat leave after you told them you will see them later.

With a heavy heart and lots of guilt, you start cleaning up the lab. Silence came back once more and easily filled the lab back. To your surprise, Wanda stays in the lab and does some work at her desk. Awkward silence definitely roams around between you and her.

Pt. 3

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See You in Westview

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: AU where Wanda takes over Westview to be with Y/N, which just so happens to be the town that Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn have decided to settle down in.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader; Love Quinn x Reader

18+, Minors DNI! Contains: oral sex (R giving), hair pulling, semi-public sex.

A/N: I am very sorry this took so long! But hoping it’s worth it :))))

“What are you looking at?” Wanda asked, pulling your stare away from Love to face her. She’d wrapped a silky red robe around her small frame and was looking at you with her arms folded.

It made you feel extremely vulnerable as you were still naked.

You moved back from the window and awkwardly pulled your arms over your body as you scrambled for something to cover yourself with.

“You knew she was looking!” You shouted at her as your hands landed on a t-shirt and you pulled it on. Your chest was heaving and your head was swimming. The aftermath of the sex was still surging through your body but it clashed with your anger at Wanda for letting Love see you like that.

“Knew who was looking?” Her voice was sweet but her facial expression was unforgiving. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing.

“Love! You knew she could see us!” You were frantic, throwing your arms up dramatically.

“Why does it matter if she’s seen us?” Wanda was getting increasingly enraged but managed to maintain her poise as she stared you down.

It made you pause and scramble to come up with an answer. Your mouth opened to respond but your brain didn’t cooperate. At this point it was pretty clear that you weren’t going to come out of this without looking guilty.

You tried to speak again but stuttered, feeling hot and suffocated under Wanda’s strong gaze.

“Are you fucking her?” Wanda accused, cocking her head to the side which had notoriously shown enemies much tougher than you that she was a force to be reckoned with.

“What? No!” Your heart and your mind were racing at the same time. Although you were telling the truth, you knew that Wanda could read minds. She’d be able to see the filthy daydreams you’d had of Love. How would Wanda know if they were simply daydreams or memories? Could she tell the difference of you betraying her physically and mentally?

“Don’t lie to me!” Wanda’s Sokovian accent now slipped through as she got increasingly frustrated with you.

It was the first time you’d noticed that the full time you’d lived in Westview, Wanda had spoken with an American accent. It made you stop in your tracks and stare at her with eyebrow raised confusion. You knew Wanda was powerful but the events of the past few weeks in this dreary town were now making you question just how powerful she was.

Perhaps you weren’t going crazy or becoming seriously ill. Maybe there was an explanation for the gaps in your memory or your sudden changes in career and that red mist you’d become far too accustomed to.

“Wanda.” You gulped. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on, honey,” her sweet American accent returned, “is that my wife is lying to me.”

“Yeah?” You challenged, feeling a bit more comfortable as you pulled on some sweatpants. “Well so is mine!”

Once again you felt the tense atmosphere settle between you and Wanda as you stared each other down. You caught a glimpse of flashing red in her eyes but it flickered. Wanda knew you were on to her and had to pick her next move wisely so as not freak you out. She had to do this next part without her magic.

“I think I need some space.” She decided calmly. “I’ll go stay with Agnes.”

This proposition didn’t seem acceptable to you. In the first instance, although you had been disloyal with your thoughts, you still couldn’t stomach the idea of Agnes being Wanda’s shoulder to cry on. It made your stomach churn: the idea of Agnes comforting Wanda and then using it as a way to take advantage and have her way with her. Wanda was still your wife afterall, you weren’t going to let Agnes in between you just so easily.

Likewise, you still weren’t quite sure what Wanda was doing with her powers to manipulate everything around you. If she left, it would give her a chance to keep you locked in the house and you didn’t quite fancy playing prisoner to her.

“No, I’ll go. I need some space to think.” You said and pulled some shoes on.

Wanda scoffed. “And where are you gonna go?”

“Anywhere but here.”

It felt like you had been walking for hours. Each step you drove your feet even further into the ground. You were panting and sweating, trying to find a way out of this godforsaken town.

Every time you thought you’d be close to the edge of town, more blocks of houses appeared to barricade you into this place. Westview was an endless maze of dead-ends with no escape. It was hopeless.

At home or out in the streets, Wanda wasn’t going to let you get away so easily.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice the car pull up next to you.

“Hey.” You heard a familiar voice say. “Get in.”

You turned your head to see Love’s friendly face. It made you pause for a second. There were tears running down your face and your cheeks were puffy. The embarrassment of her having seen you being claimed earlier and now catching you crying in the streets brought out a scarlet shade on your cheeks.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “We’ll go to the bakery. We can talk?”

The promise of the bakery: your personal safe haven in this town was magnetising. Before you could register what you were doing, you were getting into Love’s car with her.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you pulled your seatbelt on. “I didn’t mean for you to see that earlier.”

“Why are you sorry I saw you with your wife?” Love swallowed thickly and gave you an unconvincing chuckle. She was no longer looking at you, instead focusing on the road ahead.

“You know why.” You said definitively, also fixating on the road. You awkwardly folded your arms and suffered the rest of the trip in silence.

At the bakery, Love busied herself with turning the lights on and starting up the coffee machine. You awkwardly followed her in, taking your usual seat and watching her get to work. She was getting clumsy, her hands shaking as she took coffee cups. Her actions were frantic and thoughtless as she tried her best to maintain a sense of normality.

“Love.” You said, pulling her out of her distracted daze. She turned round to you with her eyes widened.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m even doing!” Love confessed, throwing her hands up in the air. It took you aback and you settled further back into your chair with your eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.

“I have a husband, a baby, my own business. Perfect little white picket fence life. This is what I always wanted!” She continued, as if trying to convince herself rather than you.

You sat rooted in your chair still staring at her in bewilderment. She looked back at you desperately, her chest heaving as she took you in. Disheveled, you sat there in the t-shirt and sweatpants that you’d scrambled to cover yourself with earlier. It made you feel like a mess but Love was captivated by you. It was a glimpse of your domestic self. This was the part of you only Wanda had been given the privilege of seeing up until now. Love was jealous, wanting to keep you like this all to herself.

There was a tightening in your chest as you felt like Love’s intense stare had penetrated your skin and she could see right through you.

“So why the fuck can I not stop thinking about you?!”

The shouting startled you. At the same time, it invigorated you. It confirmed all your wildest fantasies about her were now a possibility. The almost kiss from the week before was deliberate. She brought you cupcakes because she missed you and wanted you. The feelings you had for her were mutual.

Cautiously, you stood up from your chair and moved towards her. Love felt vulnerable and started to draw inwards to herself.

When you reached her, you pulled her in by her waist and pressed your lips against hers and accomplished what you had failed to do the week before.

Love was reluctant at first but slowly started to relax into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, desperately pulling you as close to her as physically possible. She moaned into the kiss as you moved your hands down to grope her ass.

You kissed her with a fierceness unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Both of you moved your heads in perfect synchronisation as the kiss deepened. It was like you were born to do this.

Drawing back from the kiss your lips latched on to her neck, desperate to feel more of her. She let out some needy gasps, raking her hands through your hair.

You moved your hands to the back of her knees and picked her up so her legs were wrapped round your waist. She let out a giggle, having been oblivious to your super strength before. She was as light as a feather to you.

You placed her down on one of the tables, kicking the chair out of the way. She looked up at you with innocent eyes, begging you to lead the way. You were only too happy to oblige.

Smirking, you unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lilac lace bra. It matched her amethyst pendant which sat perfectly on her chest. You leaned down and started to kiss and nibble at her collarbone and chest, bringing out little satisfied mewls from Love.

“You’re beautiful.” You muttered against her skin. She was truly beautiful, the way her body responded to all of your little touches. She arched her back into you, almost as though she was trying to merge you both into the one person.

“You make me feel so much better than he does.” She rasped back, her voice raising in pitch as you bit and sucked at a sensitive spot on her chest. It made you feel euphoric: having won this invisible battle between yourself and Joe.

You responded with unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down along with her underwear. Eye contact was maintained as you got on your knees on the floor in front of her and hooked your arms around her bare legs. She looked at you expectantly, her mouth agape and she shuddered in anticipation.

You didn’t keep her waiting long as you dragged your tongue along her glistening sex. It drew out a loud groan from her and she threw her head back. You got to work with your tongue, settling into a nice pace and moving in a circular motion.

“Oh, GOD.” She moaned, taking a fistful of your hair. From your spot on the floor, you continued to look up at her as though you were staring at an angel. The way her face contorted with pleasure at how you were making her feel sent shivers down your spine.

It made you feel lucky to be able to provide her with this elated joy. Between your legs you felt your own flutter of excitement. Giving Love this pleasure with all the lights on in the bakery and no shutters; this time you didn’t care who saw you.

Love was very vocal, letting out exasperated and guttural moans, her grip tightening on your hair which incurred a nice burn on your scalp. You kept her legs firmly in place as you continued to flick your tongue against her clit.

“Just like that, right there.” She panted, feeling the build up of her orgasm. You obeyed and ghosted your fingertips over her thighs to increase the sensitivity.

She let out little excited moans and gasps then proceeded to chant your name out like a prayer as she was pushed over the edge. You lapped up her juices and continued to work your tongue to drag her orgasm out for as long as possible. She let out a final scream and rested on her elbows, staring down at you on your knees in front of her.

You rested back on your heels to get in a more comfortable position. Gazing up at Love with adoration, your heart skipped a beat as you saw her expression change.

She sniffled and a tear rolled down her cheek. You frowned and moved to comfort her, presuming that she was upset at the infidelity that had just been committed. She stopped you with the shaking of her head.

“I’m sorry.” She mouthed at you.

There was no time to question what she meant as a blunt force knocked you unconscious and everything turned to black.

The sharp pain in your head was magnified by the bright lights beating down on you. You blinked a few times to try and take in your surroundings.

You were trapped in a glass box situated in the middle of a dark room. The absence of windows suggested that this was a basement. You deduced that you were still in the bakery based on the heavenly smell of cakes that are fresh out of the oven.

Although, this only caused further confusion. Love had always been a sweet and inviting character up until now. Surely, she couldn’t be capable of manipulating a crime like this.

Suddenly, you realised you didn’t actually know that much about her. You’d built up an idea of her in your head and only paid attention to the positive things about her. The gorgeous woman and loving mother whose husband didn’t appreciate her. Perhaps Love was a criminal mastermind and you were just none the wiser.

Manoeuvring yourself on to your side and resting on your elbow, you prayed that this was just a dream. A very very bad dream.

“Well well well, look who’s awake.” The voice sent a sharp jolt of dread through your body. Your eyes widened as you looked up at to come face to face with the woman holding you captive.

Agnes.

Except, she wasn’t in her usual attire. Her hair was static and crazy, she wore a long purple gown that looked like a Halloween costume. She looked neurotic and gleeful, seeing you trapped in your box.

Next to her stood Love, who was shaking uncontrollably. She gave you an apologetic expression, the tears still cascading down her face.

“Agnes?” You choked out, your voice weak and hoarse.

“Oh dear, let me introduce myself properly.” She smiled back at you menacingly. “The name is Agatha Harkness.”

Agatha paced outside your cage twirling her fingers which let out little purple sparks. As she did so, the amethyst pendant that adorned Love’s neck twinkled and her eyes shone a deep purple.

The necklace wasn’t a present from Joe or her friends or even a treat to herself. It was a tool that Agatha used to keep her little servant in line.

It became very clear that Love might have been the braun of this operation, but Agatha was the brain.

“You see I’ve been wanting to get to your wife for a little while, Y/N. To get her power, learn all her little secrets. She can’t use that power like I can.” She stopped, turning to face you and held your gaze.

“With the hand of my little helper here and her husband’s odd little glass box contraption,” she put her hand on Love’s shoulder who then tried to wriggle out of Agatha’s grasp. “I now have the perfect thing to lure her in! Her wife, who she loves so much that she took over an entire town to be with.”

“Her wife, who has just betrayed her. Hopefully, the pain of that will make her weak enough for me to strike.”

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𝐏𝐎𝐕: Stefan gets very jealous when he sees that you have a talk with Klaus and that you don't leave him at any time (He is your boyfriend 💕) (You are Lizzie)

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 28. Everything comes with a price

Elizabeth's POV:

"Do you need me to go with you again?" Y/n's caring voice asks behind me as I finish arranging my creams, shampoos and other products in the bathroom.

"I don't think it's a good idea, because I'll probably be there until the evening and I'm obviously not in for anything good," I answer worriedly, looking into her eyes in the reflection in the large mirror.

"Yeah, I'm honestly kind of not ready for this type of meeting with them either," she wraps her arms around my waist, locking her hands around my stomach and planting a kiss on my shoulder, "so I'll wait for you at home, yup?"

"Yes," I smile at my girlfriend, mentally glad that I finally have a place that I can call home without a doubt.

"By the way, El, can I tell Mads and Liv about us?" She wonders, kissing the base of my neck. I never thought I'd love someone's frequent affection that much, but then Y/n came into my life, making me love that and a few other things with all my heart.

"Of course, you shouldn't ask about this, it's your right and I won't tell you what you should and shouldn't do." I believe she asked this because of what she had in her past relationship, and the realization of this causes a little irritation to appear in me. She clearly deserves everything the best and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure she gets it.

"Okay, thank you," she says after a few seconds of thinking, giving me another kiss on the neck and a little bit shy smile. "Does anyone other than Scarlett already know?"

"I told my sisters about us, but very briefly, and they demand all the details as soon as possible." I smile as I remember Ashley and Mary-Kate yelling something into the phone when I told them about the reason for my spontaneous escape.

"Are they like...supportive?"

"Yes, totally, they weren't really surprised for some reason," I shrug, hearing Y/n's little chuckle.

"Maybe 'cause you're not really good at hiding your gayness, hmm?" Her smirk brings a slight blush to my cheeks as her hands slowly sink to my hips, while we still holding an eye contact.

"And what makes you think that?" I ask, covering her hands with mine and waiting for her answer.

"I don't even know, maybe the fact that you constantly stared at my body? Or that your breathing quickened when we were too close? Or your curious, inquisitive gaze on me that always drove me crazy, hmm?" Her sudden burst of confidence and the kisses of her lips spreading down my neck almost make me forget about everything in the world.

"You know, I'm not the only one who was this obvious," I turn to face her, leaning on the sink, "and don't you dare start playing with me when I'm in a hurry," I somehow collect my thoughts, lifting her chin with two fingers, running my thumb over her bottom lip. "Otherwise you'll regret it, understand?" Judging by her now less confident look, my words have an immediate effect on her, leaving me satisfied with how pliable she is with me.

"What if I need you now?" She wraps her arms around my waist again, pulling me to her, biting her lip and staring at me with a pleading look that almost makes me suddenly cancel all my plans, but the thought of my already mad parents brings me back to earth.

"You will have me as soon as I'm back home," I promise her, meeting playfully furrowed brows and press my lips to hers in apology, causing her to soften and smile.

"Drive carefully, honey."

Of course, I called my mother and said that today I would explain everything to them, having listened to her lecturing that ignoring people is rude and inappropriate, so my visit will not be a surprise for them, but my nerves still get the best of me. Sitting in the car next to their mansion after the huge gates were opened to me, I run through all the possible reactions I'm going to get in my head.

Maybe they won't accept me and give up on me as if I'm not their daughter at all? Or maybe they'll take my job away to teach me a lesson? Or will I be lucky enough and they will act understandingly, resigned to the fact that, firstly, I like girls, and secondly, that I'm dating one? I think to myself, clinging my hands to the steering wheel.

After sitting like that for a couple more minutes, I decide that it's enough to delay the moment and, taking a deep breath, I get out of the car, heading for a huge white door.

"Lizzie, darling!" My mother immediately pulls me into a hug, thus catching me by surprise, because I expected that she would start yelling at me right from the doorway.

"Hi mom." There's a hint of surprise in my tone, but she doesn't seem to notice as she pulls away and invites me to come inside.

"You owe us a huge apology and an explanation, you know that?" She asks, watching my awkward steps and confused look.

"That's why I'm here. Where's dad?"

"He's waiting in the living room, let's go. Should I ask Lily to make you coffee or tea?"

"No thanks, maybe next time." It's weird that my mom is acting completely normal, but either way, I'm clearly not in the mood for food or drinks right now, feeling nauseous because of the anxious state.

"You could have at least answered our calls, Elizabeth," my father's stern tone tells me that he clearly won't be as soft as my mother, and I proceed to a large chair near the fireplace to take a seat there.

"I thought it would be more right to tell you everything in person.”

"In that case, we're listening carefully, you can start," he says, crossing his arms over his chest, burning me with a look that makes me shift in my chair.

"I couldn't marry Boyd because I realized that I never had real feelings for him and I actually recently fell in love with another person with whom for the first time in my life I feel genuinely happy," I begin, watching the surprised look of my mother and father's raised in silent question eyebrow.

"I didn't mean to let you and him down, but it just so happened that I realized it too late, literally at the last moment. I understand that you may be ashamed of me, but I did what my heart told me," I say, looking down somewhere on the floor, playing with my rings.

"No, we aren't."

"Yes, we are," my parents speak with one voice, causing confusion to wash over me.

"No, David, we aren't," mom repeats, giving him a stern look, "she's still our daughter and we have to understand her."

"Understand what exactly? That her whims ruined such a grand event, making us blush in front of all the guests, while she disappeared for two whole days without making herself known?" He addresses mom, but then shifts his gaze to me. "Do you have any idea what the rumors are about us now? How are you going to look at everyone's eyes?"

"I don't understand why others care about my personal life at all." I begin to slowly become annoyed that he reacts so sharply to everything, refusing to put himself on my place.

"Because you are the face of our company, Elizabeth, you have a certain reputation and it's your direct responsibility to maintain your image, given the position you hold." My father is clearly making great efforts to keep himself from screaming, thus making me want to do the same.

"So your company is more important to you than your own daughter, right?" I notice how his fist clenches on his knee, and my mother is still silently watching what's happening, choosing not to interfere.

"That's not what I meant. How do you expect me to react when you tell me that you suddenly fell in love with some guy who probably only wants money and linkages from you?"

"That's not a guy!" Even the hint that Y/n might be with me only for material gain has no place in my head, and it makes me say this much sooner than I intended. "And you're completely wrong about that."

"Honey, what do you mean it's not a guy?" My mom decides to jump right into the conversation while my dad silently is staring at me with both raised eyebrows now and all I can do is just roll my eyes at their slowness.

"What do you think I mean, mom?" My sarcastic remark comes out of my mouth faster than I can think about it and parents just share the lost glance between each other before turning their attention back to me.

"Are you in love with a woman?" Mom asks, obviously taken aback by this news, but still trying to pretend that everything is fine while my father silently stares at the carpet.

"I'm dating her. And no, I wasn't cheating on Boyd, he already knows everything too, I talked to him before coming here." I try to give my voice at least fake confidence so as not to feel too weak in front of them.

"And how did you two meet?" It's noticeable that she's only asking this to smooth out the awkward silence, but I decide to play along with her nonetheless.

"We work together and you already know her very well, it's Y/n."

"Y/n?!" Their voices synchronized again and their faces took on an almost shocked look, causing me to shift uncomfortably in my seat before standing up.

"Did you ruin a relationship with such man like Boyd because of this young girly that you saw several times in your life and already fell in love?" My father starts to obviously lose his temper, gradually raising his voice and showing air quotes on the last words.

"You don't know the whole story and it's much more than that." I was never afraid to argue with my father, so now I'm also not going to control myself if he talks to me in this way.

"Wait, both of you, David, calm down and pull yourself together. Lizzie, how did this happen? Boyd is a great man, you always seemed to feel great with him, why did you suddenly decide to switch to girls and even more to start a relationship with this...child? She can't even take a proper care of you," my mom thankfully puts a stop to our almost-started conflict, but her words don't make things any easier.

"She's far from a child, she's an adult who is able to make serious decisions and bear responsibility. Why does everyone think that I need someone who should take care of me at all and doesn't even suggest that I want to be the one who takes care of myself and my loved one?" It seems that I'm already starting the improvised monologue because of the accumulated thoughts and feelings.

"You're a 28-year-old woman and you're really that naive to blindly trust the first...I don't even know what to call her!" The father asks in a raised voice, getting up from the couch and running a hand through his hair.

"Call her by her name and nothing else," I say firmly, taking a step forward.

"Or what, Elizabeth? Have you forgotten who gave you this job and made you who you are now?" He lifts his chin as he usually does before starting a serious altercation.

"You must have forgotten that she's the daughter of your partners, with whom you are obliged to maintain good relations? Oh, and not to mention that I still have some shares that I can always sell to our competitors and go to work for them, I think they'll be glad about it. I'm the one who built myself and you have no right to treat me like that." My burning gaze is fixed on his eyes, into which, at that moment, the realization of defeat finally creeps in.

"I don't know what she did to you, but you're clearly not my daughter anymore."

"Is it a bad thing, daddy?" I ask in sarcastic tone. Even though his words hurt me, I will never admit that this is true, so as not to give him the opportunity to win.

"Calm down, both of you, right now!" Now it's my mom's turn to scream at us to draw our attention to herself.

"Honey, do you remember that my birthday is coming soon? Do you have time to visit your mother to congratulate her?" A sudden change in topic of conversation takes us both by surprise, but it happens every time there are quarrels within our family, so I'm not used to it. She rarely argues with me and never does it with my dad for whatever reason.

"Is Y/n invited?" I wonder, putting a fake smile on my lips because I'm still not over what just happened here.

"Don't you want to spend time with your family?" She answers a question with a question and I understand that she avoids it, knowing full well that there will be other guests and we obviously will not spend time only with each other.

"I'll only come with my girlfriend." Father snorts demonstratively at this word, but I insist on my own, wanting to prove to them that they're absolutely wrong in their opinion about Y/n.

"Okay, since it's so important to you," she sighs in defeat, and the realization that this is only important to me and not to them causes a nasty lump in my throat to get stuck there, preventing me from saying a word.

"Then we'll be there, but now I'd better go," I somehow manage to say and having said goodbye to my parents, I return to my car, allowing a few tears of resentment to escape from my eyes, treacherously wetting my cheeks and the collar of my shirt.

Everything ended much faster than I expected, but given that the distance that I had to drive was quite long, it turned out that I wasn't at home for a little more than two hours, although I had previously told Y/n that I would be there until the evening.

Opening the door with the second key she gave me on the first day, I suddenly smell something delicious. Well, she must have wasted no time and ordered something to eat, because we didn't have time to even have lunch today.

"Ellie? Why are you so early?" She appears from around the corner, dressed in a red silk robe and immediately gives me my favorite smile, which seems to have a healing effect on my spoiled mood.

"Hey, beautiful. Turns out we didn't really have much to talk about," I shrug as I take off my shoes and take a few steps towards Y/n, who comes over to me to give me a warm hug.

"It went badly, didn't it? They don't approve of our relationship?" Her worried look and nervously bitten lip suddenly change my plans to tell her everything as it is, because seeing her disappointed is not something I can let happen.

"No, no, everything's okay, they just need to get to know you better," I smile, rubbing the tip of my nose against hers. "What does it smell so delicious, hmm?"

"Oh, I decided to cook something instead of ordering food, you know, turning myself into a wifey material," she jokes, adorably smiling and pecking my lips.

"Yeah? And since when you suddenly can cook?" I lock my hands behind her back, trapping her body in my arms, studying her a bit relieving look and face attentively.

"Since the most gorgeous woman on this planet chose me to be her girlfriend," she tries to look serious, but still a playful smile escapes her lips, making me duplicate her action and I feel my mood gradually lightening only because she's around me now.

This girl has no idea which of us is truly lucky.

A/n: important! smut in the next chapter or we should focus on the plot more? also i hope el’s povs aren’t boring or smth, i really wanna show her feelings too :)

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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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Hey i have some request :))

Yn is taking care of drunk lizzie :))

DRUNK IN LOVE

PAIRINGS: Elizabeth Olsen x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,120

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking, mentions of sex and pregnancy, kinda suggestive but no actual smut, R taking care of Lizzie, Liz being drunk, breast worshipping, lactation (kinda?), pretty used like a billion times, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“C’mon, baby, ‘m not drunk.” Your wife falsely claimed, her eyes heavy and her breath reeking of alcohol. Her smile was full and giggly, and you rolled your eyes teasingly before continuing to guide her into the house.

“Mm, where you takin’ me, sweetheart?” You noticed it became a regular for her petnames to repeat when she was so out of it, and you felt a small red tint coming to your cheeks.

“I’m taking you to our room so we can get you ready for bed.” You replied, causing a smirk to instantly cover her lips.

“I mean, ‘m a little sleepy, but I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you.” She laughed, her head falling onto your shoulder as it bumped with every step. She bit her lip as she waited for you to chuckle in return, and when you finally did, she felt a sense of pride fill her.

“You..look s’good tonight, baby.” You hummed, placing your hand on her back to help her uneven steps.

“That shirt looks so,” She dragged out. “Good on you, I could just eat’ you up.” You gave her a suspicious glance before opening the door to your room, letting her take one step in before you were back onto her holding her by the waist.

“Mhm, we should do this more often, I like how you feel.”

“Yeah, no. I’m not letting you get this drunk again, and if you do I better go with you.”

“You’ the one who decided not to go with me.” She frowned. But it was true, you had stated you weren’t feeling all the best and wished to stay home. While she supported your decision and even wished to stay with you, it was a public event she had to attend. Fans and interviewers were skeptical about your disappearance, but she brushed it off with the truth before downing shots with many of her friends, all of which was photographed by paparazzi.

“Well, I am so very sorry that I’ve been puking all week and I do not feel like doubling that with alcohol.”

“Maybe you’re pregnant.” She guessed, sitting on the edge of the bed as you stepped into the walk-in bathroom for a cloth to remove her makeup. You nearly choked on nothing when she spoke.

“Let’s hope not.” You began wiping her skin, but she pulled back at your comment.

“You don’ want my babies?” You sighed with a hint of laughter before you set both hands on the sides of her cheeks. You pulled her in close, leaving a kiss to her lips before muttering.

“I would love to have your babies, but we’ve been together for eight months and I don’t think we’re exactly ready yet.” You pecked the brim of her nose and leaned back, continuing your actions before helping her remove her dress.

“I want you to be pregnant already.” She stated after a moment of silence. You hummed with a small grin, focused on the zipper on the back of her clothes.

“You’d be so pretty pregnant. Not that you’re not pretty right now, cause you’re really pretty right now, like, really pretty. But you’d be even prettier pregnant, and your stomach would get so big and your tata’s would too.”

“Did you just call my breasts ‘tata’s’?” She nodded with an exaggerated laugh, nearly falling over until you held her close by the arms.

“I love your breasts, they’re so pretty.”

“You call me pretty a lot,”

“You don’ like it?”

“Oh, I love it, baby. But I think you’re a little too drunk to be thinking about me pregnant, next thing you know I’ll actually be pregnant if you keep talking.” She now sat naked on the bed as you went through the closet to pick her pajamas for the night. She noticed the set you had on and that it was a matching pair with hers, and she quickly insisted you gave her that one. You agreed, helping her into the outfit before guiding her to the bathroom.

“Alright, last step is brushing those teeth.” She watched intently as you began the steps needed, and she made a face of disgust as she tasted the mouthwash.

“Don't swallow it,”

“I thought I told you to always swallow?” She quickly spit out the liquid to allow herself to make the dirty comment, and you bit your lip to stop the laugh that threatened to escape.

“I made you laugh!”

“You always make me laugh, Liz.” You dragged her back into the bedroom where you let her sit on the bed and begin cuddling herself under the blankets. You went to grab a glass of water and promised to be fast, coming back to the sight of Lizzie half asleep and small snores coming from her mouth. You placed the drink on her bedside table and got under the covers, letting her cuddle up to you instinctively. She rested her head on your chest, nuzzling her face against your breasts. Most of her body was on top of you by now, and you gave up on ever pleading with her to give you room when it came to sleep.

“Mm, take it off.” You unbuttoned the shirt she tugged on and smiled at her large expression. She pressed a kiss to your chest before sliding over a few and doing the same to your nipple. You sighed and ran your fingers through her soft hair. She looked up at you for permission before moving to the other, a small line of spit following her. She spent a few moments longer as she sucked soothingly, the action aiding her further into sleep. She left one last kiss to both of your breasts before your lips received the same.

“Pretty titties, I love ‘em.” You only shook your head and allowed her to attach herself back to your soft flesh.

“My pretty girl,” You exaggerated the compliment and earned a small giggle that was followed with a large blush adorning her cheeks.

“You prettier, baby.”

“How about we’re both very, very pretty, yeah? Will that make you happy?” She nodded and silence fell upon you two. You almost believed she was finally asleep as your body was close to following suit, that was until her voice came in a hushed whisper once again.

“You’re still..still prettier.” You decided it was best not to fight with her and agreed before hearing soft breaths coming from her mouth. You admired her sleepy form as you felt her open mouth slowly drooling onto you. You took a quick photo to show her the next morning before placing your arm around her back and shutting your eyes with a grateful smile.

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Out of Love

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

another angsty fic. idk why but i’m always emotional on my bday and it’s my bday so you guys should be emotional with me.

idk where this came from but happy reading and lmk what y’all think

-grey

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Lizzie and Yn have been together for three years. Best three and a half years of Yn’s life. She’s with the girl of her dreams, what more could she ask for?

For the past six months, she’s been planning something for Lizzie. Talking to many jewelers to get opinions on what ring designs. Even talked about it to your closest friend, basically a sister to you, Scarlett Johansson. In those six months, Lizzie noticed how secretive her girlfriend has been. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but every time she asks, she gets no explanation.

One day, walking to her usual coffee shop. Grabbing her coffee, she turns around, only to be hit by a force, spilling her hot coffee on them.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine. I wasn’t paying atten— Lizzie?”

Elizabeth looks up.

“Robbie! Hey. How are you?”

“Soaked as of this moment.”

“I am so sorry about that.”

“It’s totally fine. It’s my fault anyway. How ‘bout I buy you another cup while we catch up?”

“I would love that.”

After that moment, they started to hang out more often. They didn’t end their relationship on bad terms years ago, so she thought, why not befriend him?

She would go over to his place, have movie nights, cook dinner and he would come over to her place whenever you were out doing whatever that Lizzie stopped questioning.

It was surprising that the paparazzi hadn’t caught them hanging out together out of the comfort and privacy of their homes.

You were out running some errands one afternoon, when you decided to get something to eat. Walking to yours and Lizzie’s favorite coffee shop, you see her sitting at a table through the window. You pull out your phone and decide to give her a call.

Lizzie hears her phone ring, seeing your name on the screen, she silences it and out it away just in time for Robbie to come back from the restroom, not knowing you were outside watching the scene play out.

“Who was that?” He asked her.

“No one important.” She replied.

You don’t think much of it, just thought that she was catching up with someone, not being able to clearly see who she was with, you went home instead.

Some time has passed. You have three weeks until your four year anniversary, meaning three weeks until you propose. You’ve picked up the ring from the jewelers and it looked even better as you hold the finished product in your hand. You’re excited and can’t wait to spend the rest of you life with Lizzie.

Going home earlier than you told Lizzie, you picked up both of your favorite takeout to surprise her with. Not seeing her as you walk in, you set up all the food at the bar, going up the stairs to cal her down. Nearing your shared bedroom, you hear an unfamiliar voice.

“Give me another chance, please.” It was a man’s voice.

“Robbie.” Isn’t that Lizzie’s ex? You ask yourself.

“I like you, hell I still love you and these past couple of months prove that you have feelings for me too. Meet me at our favorite restaurant tomorrow at six pm if you feel the same way I feel towards you.”

There’s a small pause.

“Okay.”

You couldn’t listen to anymore of the conversation. You quietly hurry down the stairs write a note and grab your keys and wallet and drive off, not having a destination in mind, just wanting to be as far away as possible.

Lizzie walks downstairs shortly after, hearing a car outside thinking it might be you. Once she gets down, she sees the table set up with food. Getting closer to the table, she sees a note.

Will be gone for a while. Don’t know how long. Don’t call.

-Yn

She throws the note away and reheat the food to eat for dinner.

Three Weeks Later

In those three weeks, Lizzie did meet up with Robbie at their favorite restaurant. They’ve been seeing each other regularly without Yn being in the way, even forgetting about her existence.

They decided to go for a long scenic drive, turning the radio on high at a popular station.

“We have some new stuff that we’re gonna be playing in a bit. One song is from an artist that has not released a song in a long time. So, without further ado this is Out of Love by Yn Yln.” Lizzie’s breath hitches and her body tenses. She hasn’t heard about her for a while.

I won't tell you I'm lonely

'Cause it may be selfish

I won't ask you to hold me

'Cause that won't mend what's helpless

There's not a thing I could say

Not a song I could sing

For your mind to change

Nothing can fill up the space

Won't ask you to stay

But let me ask you one thing

Oh, when did you fall out of love, out of love?

Oh, when did you fall out of love with me?

Did you find out about her and Robbie? How did you find out? When did you find out? When did she fall out of love with you? Did she actually fall out of love with you or just filling a missing void while you were gone?

I can't float in an ocean

That's already been drained

I won't cry at your feet now

I know my tears will fall in vain

There's not a thing I could say

Not a song I could sing

For your mind to change

Nothing can fill up the space

Won't ask you to stay

But let me ask you one thing

Robbie hasn’t said a word. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but he was too caught up in finally having the girl back that he didn’t care for the consequences.

Oh, when did you fall out of love, out of love?

Oh, when did you fall out of love with me?

No use wondering

Why your change in heart has wandered

So I'll ask you this question

'Cause it might help me sleep longer

Oh, when did you fall out of love, out of love?

Oh, when did you run out of love for me?

Out of love (out of love)

Out of love with me

Lizzie was now full on sobbing. It made her remember all of the times she was with you, all the times she listened to your music and made being away from you hurt a little less. How did cheating on you suddenly become something she resorted to?

“That was Out of Love by Yn Yln. Wait, what?” The radio host mutes himself for a bit. “We’ve just received some very horrible news. Music sensation Yn Yln just passed away a couple hours ago.” Elizabeth’s world just came crashing down. She just froze, not knowing how to react to this news. “Her representatives have spoken and released a statement. Stress Cardiomyopathy or Broken Heart Syndrome, is what they said. Wow, she was so young too. That’s just crazy. Rest in peace to such a young and talented musician. She’s touched our hearts with her music. Thank you for blessing us with one last song.”

One. Last. Song.

Those words struck something in her. The song that just played was the very last one you released before you died. And it was you questioning her love for you, or lack there of. She felt guilty. You died from a broken heart. A heart that Elizabeth broke.

She never got a call about you when you passed. It seemed as though you removed her as your emergency contact. She stopped spending time with Robbie. He tried comforting her, but she didn’t want to be anywhere near her living and breathing guilt. She told him to stop contacting him and to lose all contact with her.

Leading up to the day of your funeral, dressed in all black and made her way to where you friends and family were gathered. Scarlett, seeing her come closer, stepped away from her husband.

“You have some nerve showing your fucking face here!”

Lizzie froze in her spot. All the attention was on her now.

“You don’t deserve to be here. I don’t give a fuck if you’ve been together for years because YOU are the REASON she’s GONE! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE! FUCK YOU!” Scarlett was getting pulled away by Colin. “LET GO OF ME!”

Lizzie breaks down, crying of guilt. Scarlett breaks down, crying of anger.

Lizzie eventually decides to leave, not wanting to upset Scarlett more. She knew how close the two of you were, how you passing is harder for her.

“Wait!” She turns back around seeing Scarlett walk to her with a box. “These are go you. You don��t deserve any of it, but she wanted me to give this to you. I don’t know if she knew of her dying, but she knew she wasn’t gonna see you anymore.”

With that, she drives back to you shared home with all the horrible memories with Robbie and the fainted ones with you.

Opening the box she notices three things. A letter, a flash drive and a small velvet box. Opening the velvet box, she sees a beautiful emerald ring. Knowing instantly the meaning of this ring, tears flood out of her eyes. Unfolding the paper it reads…

Lizzie,

If you’re reading this, then Scarlett thought that it was a good time to give it to you. I don’t even know where to start.

Well, I found out. I came home early to surprise you with our favorite takeout and went upstairs to call you down for dinner and overheard your conversation with Robbie. I wanted to know if you went through with his deal and you did so I am writing this as a goodbye to our relationship or not a relationship anymore I guess and to you.

In the flash drive, there’s a song I wrote—

Putting the letter down, Lizzie quickly grabs her laptop and plugs in the dive. She sees one file. She clicks on it and a song plays.

(it’s Emerald Eyes by Anson Seabra you don’t have to play it, just the song I had in mind)

—and it was supposed to be played right before I got on one knee and asked you to spend the rest of our lives together.

(You know how much I love your eyes, so I decided to write a whole song about how they make me feel.)

But, that won’t be happening anymore. After four years of us being together, you still weren’t over Robbie. I just wish that you broke it off with me before getting back together with him. Make it hurt a little bit less.

The ring is something I’ve been working on or working with people on. Took six months. It’s why I was always gone and secretive, which ultimately made you go to another so this whole thing is actually my fault. I drove you away and I’m sorry for me, but glad that you found your way back to the person you love even if that’s not me.

Im just rambling on paper now. I won’t be coming back for any of my clothes or anything. Only took the essentials so you can throw everything out. This is goodbye, I guess. I love you. I always will even if you don’t love me back.

Forever yours,

How can you blame yourself for her infidelity, she asks herself. You loved her so much that you couldn’t even point the blame at her.

She wishes there was a way to apologize to you. To tell her everything she did was a mistake. Most importantly, she never fell out of love with you. You understood and loved her like no other. She’ll never find anyone to love her like how you loved her, not even Robbie could love her like you did.

She was too late. She can never gain back the time to be with you again, not even for a minute. You were gone, believing she fell out of love.

Lizzie took the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger.

“I do.”

But it’s too late.

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

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

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

Why Do You Hate Me

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

18+ MINORS DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So." Y/N started shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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oizysian · 14 days

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hey, I love your writing! I wanted to request an elizabeth olsen x female reader fic smut where reader is also an actress and for a movie she needs to have a hot makeout scene with an actor (and reader agrees to do it only after seeking Lizzie’s permission ofcourse) and while lizzie thinks she would be okay with it, afterall its only work. But when she witnesses the shooting of the scene and the retakes and the post production final cut… yes she is feeling things. And so she and u have some fun time in bed and as she completely destroys u all she has in her head is “mine.” Its okay if u dont write it too, no pressure! :)

Bliss | Elizabeth Olsen

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fingering (R receiving), lots of kisses, possessive/jealous Lizzie

AN: thank you so much! I’m getting to all my anons slowly, but requests are still open (always)!

•

“Are you really sure it’s okay?” She asked for probably the millionth time.

“Yes, dove,” Elizabeth laughed, kissing Y/N’s forehead. “It’s perfectly okay. I do it all the time and I’ll be there watching so I know there won’t be any funny business.” She teased.

“No funny business from me.” Y/N smiled. “I’m completely obsessed with you.” She wrapped her arms around her girlfriends neck. “I’m gonna imagine it’s you the whole time.”

Lizzie laughed again.

“Better not think it’s me too much. I don’t want it going farther than it has to.”

Y/N scrunched up her nose and smiled up at her, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“You don’t have any stubble so that’ll definite ruin the immersion.”

“Good.” She tilted her head slightly so she could kiss her fully, slipping her tongue past her full lips, tongues and teeth clashing as they both expressed without words how much they meant to each other.

Y/N pulled away first, panting softy as she looked up at the puffy, pink lips of her girlfriend.

“It’s almost time for us to go. Brendan and I are shooting our scene today.”

“And Brendan better keep it professional.”

“He will.” She giggled, giving her a quick peck before releasing her and walking towards the door to retrieve her shoes.

Y/N knew that Lizzie would be keeping watch like a guard dog the whole time and the thought made her giddy and warm with love. She had never had someone so protective, so loving towards her before. It was something new that she never wanted to lose.

“Are you ready?” She asked as she slipped on her sneakers, Lizzie nodding at her before grabbing her car keys off the table.

“Ready.”

•

After Y/N had her hair and makeup done, she was ready for her first kissing scene with a man. Or anyone, actually. This was her first big film and she had only accepted the job after making sure it was okay with her girlfriend a thousand times. She assured her time and time again that it would be fine, but Y/N was still a nervous wreck.

Lizzie watched as the actors got into position, feeling very odd being on the opposite side of the camera for once. She smiled at Y/N, an encouraging, loving smile, letting her know she would do great – and Lizzie knew she would. Y/N was a fantastic up and coming talent and she only hoped she’d be able to work beside her girlfriend one day.

“Alright everyone! This is scene twenty-two, take one!”

Everyone got quiet and all eyes were on Y/N and her co-star Brendan. They both looked quite frightened, smiling at each other and giggling at their nervousness. Lizzie felt a pang of jealousy bubble up in her chest at the sight. No, this was just a job. She watched seen Elizabeth do a sex scene, for gods sake – this was just a kiss.

“And … action!”

Instantly, Y/N went from nervous to professional, as did Brendan, and they began to act out their scene. Lizzie watched in awe as her girlfriend actually made it believable that she was in love with this man, and held her breath as they got closer and closer to each other.

The kiss was passionate and fiery to onlookers, but Y/N would describe it as chaste and flavorless. As much as she tried to imagine she was kissing Elizabeth, the harsh reality of the kiss was brushing against her face – stubble was not a nice feeling.

“And, cut! Beautiful work, you two! Have a nice break.”

They parted, Y/N instantly pulling away from her co-star and smiling politely at him, congratulating him on a job well done. She looked from Brendan to Lizzie and could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears. Her eyes her deep, dark green and her lips were pursed.

Y/N walked up to her, taking her hand and tugging on it before speaking to her.

“How’d I do?”

Lizzie shifted her eyes from Brendan, who she was staring daggers at, to Y/N, her gaze softening at how innocent her girlfriend was.

“You did amazing, baby. I believed it.” She let out a shaky laugh and Y/N smiled slightly at the compliment.

“Thank you. It was so hard to imagine it was you with that stubble brushing against my chin.”

She smiled up at Lizzie and she did her best to return the gesture. Seeing Y/N with someone else did something to her. She couldn’t quite explain it, but it made her want to claim her, make it so that Y/N would never look at anyone else ever.

•

“What’d you think of the movie?” Y/N asked softly, propping herself up on her elbow as she looked over at her girlfriend who barely said a word after watching it.

“I thought it was good.” She rolled over to face her, but couldn’t help gritting her teeth at the memory of Y/N kissing someone that wasn’t her. “You were fantastic.”

“You think so?” She blushed, the pink hue traveling down towards the fullness of her breasts, coloring her normally pale skin.

She nodded and brought her hand up to stroke her cheek. Y/N leaned into her touch, almost purring at the affection and praise she was receiving.

“You just …” she spoke quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment. “You just seemed so quiet after we watched it. I thought you might not have liked it.”

“I did.” She assured her, her thumb stroking the softness of her cheek. “I just …”

Y/N tilted her head in question, waiting for her to continue.

“Seeing you with someone else … made me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“What’d you feel?” She asked nervously.

“Jealousy. The urge to just take you. Make you mine.”

“I am yours.” Y/N assured her, and Lizzie nodded.

“I know.”

Y/N slid herself closer to her girlfriend, burying her face in the crook of her neck and kissing her softly.

“Why don’t you then?” She whispered.

“Hm?” Lizzie questioned.

“Take me.”

Without another word, Lizzie flipped them over, peppering Y/N’s neck with hot, open mouthed kisses, leaving a trail down her body as she reached her breasts that were covered by a flimsy tank top.

Lizzie sat on top of her, tugging the garment up and over her head and tossing it off the bed. She latched onto one of her nipples before Y/N could even register that she was topless, and she grabbed a fistful of golden locks as her tongue swirled around the hardened bud.

“Lizzie,” she moaned softly, her eyes falling shut as she felt her teeth sink gently into her sensitive flesh. “Need you.”

Her hands greedily grabbed at her hips, lifting them up so she could slide her shorts and panties off. The rest of her clothes met with the forgotten tank top and before anything else could be said, Lizzie pressed two fingers against her aching cunt, pushing them inside slowly.

“Ahh, Lizzie!” She cried out, her hips bucking as her strong fingers pumped in and out of her, curling when they were at the deepest point to hit her most sensitive spot.

Lizzie’s other hand gripped at her thigh, raising it up and wrapping it around her waist as she fucked her. She released her breast with a pop, leaving a dark, wet hickey behind. She smiled proudly at her work and raised herself back up so she could capture her lips with her own, claiming her mouth.

Y/N moaned softly as Lizzie took her completely, her tongue exploring her mouth, her fingers fucking her pussy.

Y/N rocked against her hand, her nails digging into the skin of Lizzie’s back as she fucked her hard and fast.

“You want more?” She asked breathlessly and she nodded eagerly.

She slipped herself out for just a second to then reenter her with three fingers, her thumb swirling around her throbbing clit. Y/N was seeing stars as she got fucked, her moans becoming pathetic whimpers.

“I feel you … fucking tight … you gonna cum for me?” She panted between kisses.

“Yes,” she whined, looking into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend. “I’m gonna …”

Her jaw fell slack as she came, and Lizzie took this opportunity to slip her tongue back into her mouth, kissing her passionately. She swallowed her desperate moans, wanting to claim every inch of her; every sound, every motion she made, Lizzie wanted to keep for herself.

“My beautiful girl,” Lizzie whispered softly against her lips, watching as the other girl came down from her high. “And all mine.”

Y/N looked up at her with heavy eyes, smiling lazily at her words.

“I told you,”

She slipped her fingers out of her wetness, bringing them up to her mouth and sucking them clean.

Lizzie’s mind was full of Y/N. She was surrounded by her; her smell, her taste, the feel of her. All she could think about was making her scream with pleasure all night, giving her hickeys all over her body and leaving her completely blissed out. She knew that nobody else would make her feel like this, and she knew she wouldn’t want to mark her territory on anyone else. Y/N was all that she wanted.

“I’m yours.”

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Summer Crush

Summary: The one where Wanda has a summer crush on the club's lifeguard. || Requested

Warnings: (+18), kissing, semi-public make out, smut, oral (r giving), nipple play, bottom!wanda, high school AU but summer vacations, some teasing and dirty talk, mutual pining, cursing, fluff, jokes and drinking. || Words: 4.815k

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--//--

Despite Pietro's teasing, Wanda simply couldn't help herself.

You hardly knew of her existence - she thought it was a great victory that you knew her name - and yet, in a sacred sort of way, she came to the club every day since the summer began.

At first, it was something unintentional. Her friends, and her brother especially, insisted that she shouldn't spend the whole summer locked up in her room and dragged her to the Westview Municipal Club. Pietro and Yelena were already well known there - they had spent the last two summers betting on who could get more phone numbers from the countless girls who came to town during the vacations - and they had no problem introducing Wanda to half of the staff who worked there. That's how she met you.

Charming and unapproachable. You went to public school, unlike Wanda and her friends, and worked at the club as a lifeguard both after school and in the summer. Wanda considered leaving the expensive boarding school she went just so she could have the same classes as you, but the idea seemed absurd after some thought.

Her last hope was to voluntarily visit the club every day of the week, causing surprise even to her extroverted twin and best friend. Yelena realized that there was something out of the ordinary before the boy did.

"Okay, Wanda, tell me who it is." Asked the blonde with an expression between serious and provocative, when the two of them were comfortable on the beach chairs and Pietro was far enough away in the pool.

Wanda - who until the moment had been pretending to read a book while stealing glances between the lifeguard's empty chair and the locker room door, waiting for you to arrive - frowned in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

Yelena laughed, crossing her arms. "I love your company, but after all these years of being your friend, I know you hate it here and would rather be at home with your headphones on than in the hot sun. So tell me, who are you doing this for?"

Wanda looked at her friend, letting out a short laugh.

"If I tell you I've changed over the summer will you believe me?"

"Not a chance."

With a sigh, Wanda closes the book and settles into her chair, crossing her legs and turning her face to Yelena. "Okay. Maybe I have a little crush."

"I knew it." Yelena comments excitedly, mimicking her friend's posture. "Is it on the surfboard boy? He seems interested."

Wanda makes a disgusted face. "What? No, by god. He's in my calculus class, did you know that? He tried to take a picture under my skirt once."

Yelena immediately widened her eyes and made mention of getting up, ready to start a fight. Wanda rushed over to hold her forearm, assuring her that that was a long time ago and was no longer a problem.

"I was talking about Y/N." She decides to tell then, and the surprise is enough to get Yelena's full attention.

"Oh my god, the lifeguard?" She exclaimed loud enough for Wanda to feel her face heat up at the curious glances of a passing couple. She mumbled for her friend to lower her voice, and Lena gave an apologetic chuckle before doing so. "I totally get it though, she's so hot. Good thing I never tried to ask her out, that would have been awkward."

Wanda raises an eyebrow in curiosity. "Why have you never tried?"

Yelena puts a hand under her chin as if trying to remember. "I think I tried actually.... yes, the first summer. She told me she had a girlfriend."

"Oh." Wanda muttered disappointedly.

Seeing her friend's expression, Yelena quickly patted her thighs.

"Hey, that was ages ago!" She comments. "I've never seen her wear a ring, and honestly, she doesn't need to check us out as much as she does. I bet she's interested too."

Wanda bites her lip thoughtfully, a thread of hope rising in her chest. It's perfect timing for your shift to begin as well, and she looks away from Yelena when she recognizes your figure coming out of the locker room.

She can't help the flutter that rises in her stomach or the warmth in her cheeks that spreads to the rest of her body when she lets her gaze wander to the amount of skin exposed by the uniform. When you smile gently after giving instructions to other people, her heart skips two beats in a row.

She is probably staring. Definitely. But she only stops when as soon as you climb into the lifeguard chair, and your gaze scans the pool, you meet her and Wanda feels her face burn, immediately turning away.

Yelena watched the scene in disbelief and amusement.

"That was the gayest thing I've ever seen in my life." Comments the blonde, and Wanda mumbles in shame, burying her face in both hands. Yelena laughs, "Why don't you ask her out?"

"And I'll say what? Hey, I know we don't know each other and I've been showing up at your work for two weeks, but I think you're pretty. Do you want to get laid?"

"Who's going to get laid?" Pietro intervenes in the conversation, having swum in close at that very moment. He rests his arms on the edge of the pool, and his sudden appearance only worsens the red of embarrassment in his sister's cheeks. Yelena lets out another laugh.

"Did you know that Wanda is crushing the lifeguard?" The blonde questions, ignoring the brunette's slaps of protest at the exposure of the secret. Pietro raises his eyebrow.

"Y/N? That's funny."

Wanda stops attacking Yelena immediately with the sentence and turns around with a frown creased in curiosity and confusion.

"Why is it funny?" She asks. Pietro shrugs his shoulders.

"She asked me if you were single." He declares with a simplicity that doesn't match the way Wanda's heart speeds up.

"What?" she exclaims, but Pietro shrugs his shoulders again.

"Yeah, a long time ago actually." He comments distractedly, starting to swim in circles. "She went to the state last year, you know? When the folks from her school won the game, I went to congratulate her on the field. She saw you on the cheerleading squad and asked if you had a boyfriend. I told her you were my sister, and she didn't press the matter."

"B-but you told her I was single, right?"

"Like I said, she didn't push it when I said you were my sister..."

"Pietro, I swear to god I'm going to drown you in this pool!"

The boy made a scared face, but Yelena laughed at the interaction and held Wanda by the waist as she threatened to advance against her brother.

"Easy there, hothead. Look on the bright side." The blonde asks standing next to her friend. "Now you know Y/N is interested."

Wanda swallows dryly, risking looking at the lifeguard chair again. You were monitoring the pool, but it was obvious you were stealing glances at where she was, not least because as soon as she looked, you turned your face away, cheeks reddening. God, her poor little heart would not survive this.

"Now I'm more nervous than before." Wanda confesses in a sigh turning her attention back to her friend. Pietro laughs from the pool, muttering something like "Useless bisexual" before swimming away again. Yelena smiles in assurance.

"Don't worry, cupcake. I have a perfect plan."

Wanda looks at her doubtfully, but the blonde points to something behind them. When she turns around, Wanda catches sight of the bulletin board, and immediately the huge flyer about the fake luau that day caught her attention. "Any chance your father will let you stay late?"

"If I say I'll sleepover at your house, yes." Wanda comments making Yelena laugh.

–//–

After lying - or rather omitting parts of the truth - by calling her father to let him know that she and her twin were going to sleep over at Yelena's, Wanda hung up the phone and put it away in her backpack.

Her friend and Pietro were by the pool, both flirting with people she knew from school, and she realized that a cold drink would be much appreciated.

Wanda could do this. Pretend she was reading even though the words were bending in her mind and all she could do was look through the edge of the book meters ahead at the one person who hadn't left her mind in weeks. She almost choked on her sweet drink when you caught her staring - a lopsided smile that sent a sharp warmth to her cheeks and further down too - and Wanda sank into her chair, trembling fingers putting the glass away as she hid her face behind the book.

She didn't see you get down from the chair, nor did she see you walk leisurely, waving and giving warning glances to anyone who was ready to break some rule, which is why she almost knocked the book to the floor when you appeared in front of her, the figure covering the sun.

"Hey, Wanda." You greeted casually, hands on your waist as you watched her. Wanda was staring, but if anyone asked it was at the whistle hanging around your neck and not anything else. "Nice to see you here again."

"H-hi." She managed to answer, your gentle smile being solely responsible for the way her voice was cracking. You didn't seem intimidated by her in the slightest, moving to fill the empty space Yelena had left.

"You know you can't bring that here." That was your comment, and Wanda was so absorbed in your presence that she had to blink a few times to realize that it wasn't about the book - now closed that she was staring at as something sacred - that you were talking about, but rather about the drink she brought from the bar to where she was sitting.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." She muttered quickly, and grabbed the glass again, flipping the drink so fast she felt her head freezing. You laughed in surprise, eyes slightly wide as she let out a grunt of pain, returning the glass to the table and placing her hands on her forehead.

"Damn, brain freeze." She complained but you chuckled softly, watching her with amusement.

" Well, you didn't have to turn the drink over all at once, Wanda." You commented. "You could have just taken it back to the bar, and drunk it there with ease."

"Yeah, that makes more sense." She retorts with a chuckle that you accompany. When Wanda raises her eyes again, you are still looking at her, and she feels her face warming up. She clears her throat, and comments, "Sorry about the drink, again. No need to make an exception, I understand if you want to give me a warning or something."

When Wanda gets nervous, the words come out before she can really think about it. It's worse when she likes someone, and unluckily for her, she likes you a lot.

You frown in confusion, a short laugh escaping your lips. "Um, you want a punishment, then?"

You suggest and it's certainly not intentional because as soon as the words come out and you notice the new pink on Wanda's cheeks along with the double meaning, you lick your lips and look away, a short laugh escaping. "That didn't came out right..."

"Hey, Y/N!" It's Pietro again, now stepping out of the pool completely wet. He gets close enough for Wanda to shrug her legs into the chair trying to avoid the water. You smile at him. "Long time no see."

"Yeah, almost a whole day." You mock softly, making him laugh. Wanda smiles too, but can't help the insecurity that arises about that being a complaint regarding their constant presence at the club.

Pietro reaches for one of the towels and begins to dry his hair. "We're staying a little longer by the way. For the Luau."

Your face lights up at that, and Wanda has to bite her tongue to keep from confessing how pretty she thinks you are.

"Really? That's nice." You comment. "The party is really lovely, and my friends are joining us tonight, so you'll finally get to meet them."

Pietro gets excited about this, commenting something about a friend of yours that he has wanted to meet since last summer. Wanda is more interested in your fingers spinning the whistle.

"[...] Anyway, I should get back to work before my supervisor comes to get me." You mutter, your gaze on the older woman on the other side of the club who has a stern warning expression about you sitting with club members instead of watching the pool. Before you go, however, you look Wanda in the eyes. "Hey, if you want, we can have a drink later. I promise it won't freeze your brain, I'll wait for you to finish."

Jesus Christ.

Wanda babbles an 'I'd love to' between one breathless giggle and another, and you smile at her before getting up and walking back to the other side of the pool.

Pietro laughs at the reaction, moving to pick up the empty glass. "Try not to drool so much, sestra." He scoffed, evading the slap with one swift movement, and carrying the item away toward the bar.

Wanda imagined he would stay a while to eat as usual, and it was just what she needed to let her imagination run wild until party time.

The club quickly empties throughout the afternoon from the usual families and members present - of whom Wanda has come to recognize after coming here every day for weeks - until she is the only one in the chairs.

Employees, not like you who went to the locker room, but waiters and cleaners, begin to prepare the luau and she, Yelena and her brother were invited to wait in the club's lobby.

Soon the party crowd is arriving - mostly young teenagers like herself - wearing summer clothes and some brave ones with guitars or ukuleles in hand. Wanda recognizes many people from the school, but many are also from other schools or older.

When the pool area is open again, Wanda is impressed by all the decoration that has been done. Everything is really beautiful - the low lights, the fake sand in some spots, and even the typically Hawaiian effects - and Pietro gets a table in a far corner for them.

"Lena, your girl is here." That's Pietro's warning once they each have a drink in hand, standing in front of the bar. Wanda is unsure about starting to drink - she has a feeling that someone needs to sober up in this trio, and she saw Pietro turn over a martini stealthily earlier - and looks away from the untouched cup to where her brother is looking. Yelena lets out an exclamation and turns the drink all at once.

"Who's that?" Wanda asks confused, and Pietro laughs as Yelena begins to prepare another glass.

"That's the Kate Bishop." Pietro replies, and Wanda lets out a small exclamation.

"Oh, she's back." The brunette comments, receiving a whimper from her friend. Before Yelena turns the glass over, Wanda places a hand on the lid. "Don't you think you'd better deal with this sober?"

Yelena hesitates, but sighs. "God, wish me luck." She asks and Wanda and Pietro exchange giggles before the blonde leaves them, stepping aside to greet the girl who was arriving at the party.

"I bet she'll turn yellow." Pietro comments and Wanda returns her glass to the drinks table, a thoughtful expression as she watches her friend clearly stumble over her own words while talking to the other.

"I think one-shot gave her the courage she needed." Wanda retorts. "Besides, this push and pull has been going on for almost two years, hasn't it? I'm the one almost taking action."

Pietro laughs. "And you can talk a good game about the long wait, can't you, little sister?" the boy mocked but received a slap on the shoulder.

"Don't you joke about that! It's your fault she didn't know I was single!"

“Ouch! Don’t blame me for you being a gay disaster!” He complained, escaping the next few attempts between giggles.

Wanda returned to the table at the same time that the friends Pietro had texted about the party arrived. Soon she was surrounded - Natasha, Steve, Bucky and Sam - all in summer clothes and equally excited for the party around her.

She was trying to pretend to be interested in everybody's summer stories when you showed up. You had changed out of your uniform into a plaid shirt and dark jeans shorts, and Wanda licked her lips at the collarbone exposed by the open buttons.

You made your time to come to her however, people she didn't know were greeted by you at the entrance, and you spoke to everyone before guiding the small quartet to her group of friends.

Carol, Monica, Gamora and Peter were the names that Wanda was most likely to forget. They all seemed friendly and nice, but honestly, how long before she got your attention again?

The glass in her mouth was soda, and Wanda bit the edge without realizing it, eyes watching you intently as you chuckled at the story of how Yelena and Kate had met online and were in some sort of friendship with blurred lines.

Wanda had no way of knowing that every little movement, even something as simple as biting off the end of a glass, was being closely watched by you. Your attention wavered, and you missed a joke that everyone laughed at, gaze finding hers for a microsecond and Wanda knew.

She set her glass on the table, and moved closer, mouth finding your ear. "Come with me." Her fingers trailed down, brushing against yours, and she stepped away, smiling at herself as you followed her without question, or caring about the looks of doubt and insinuation from the rest of the group.

She made her way through the clubhouse that by now she knew like the back of her hand, ignoring your curious whispers all the way to the buffet area.

Her intention was to take you to the other side of the club, to the golf hill, but you grew in your curiosity, and wrapped your arms around her waist between one corner and the next, turning her body and moving forward until Wanda was pinned between you and a wall.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked too close for Wanda to answer with more than a gasp, fists closed at the side of her body as yours were firmly on her waist, skin burning with the touch. "Cat got your tongue, princess?"

Despite her heart racing in her ears, she smiles in defiance, lifting her chin. "No, my tongue is just fine. Here, try it." She barely suggested it and you were breaking distance. But to Wanda's surprise, it wasn't as hungry as she expected it to be. It was gentle and intense, and definitely over too quickly.

You leaned your forehead against hers, breaths out of rhythm and nervous fingers playing with the edge of her shorts. "I'm sorry, I... can this be not just a one-time thing?"

Wanda was so surprised that she didn't answer right away, her chest heating up with happiness. You flinched at her silence, swallowing dryly before pulling away slightly, adding, "I mean, that I like you. Like, real thing. And I have for a while. I didn't say anything because your brother is a friend and he seemed kind of jealous about it, and I wasn't even sure if you liked girls...[...]"

You were babbling. About the summer, about trying to approach her when she started going to the club, about telling your friends. God, Wanda thinks she could cry.

Instead, she brought her hands to your neck and kissed you hard.

The grunt of surprise turned into something else when you kissed her back, tongues wriggling for dominance as your hands tightened their grip and pressed Wanda back against the wall. This time she let a moan escape, your leg finding space between hers.

You kissed her until her balance shifted, legs turning to jelly and hips rocking forward in search of friction that she found against your knee. Wanda only realized how wet she was when you broke the kiss with a low whimper.

"Fuck, Wanda." You almost pleaded against her neck, and she blinked confused and aroused about what it was. Her face warmed considerably when she felt the gentle tug of your fingers entwined in the straps of her shorts. "Can I touch you?"

"Please." She retorted immediately, her eyes closed with the biting brushing of your teeth on her neck. You grunted but pulled your face away, hands moving to her cheeks until she looked up at you.

"Not here. Someone might see us." You warned before pulling away completely. Wanda complained about the lack of warmth, but your hand found hers and you guided your way into the club again.

The locker room was completely empty, and you led her into something that looked like someone's office and locked the door. You gave Wanda just enough time to recognize her surroundings before you were on top of her again, mouth to mouth.

She practically whimpered as your hands worked to get her on top of the table in the center, legs closing around your waist as your tongues danced together.

Tentatively, Wanda let her hands work on the buttons of your plaid shirt, fingers trembling as she tried to keep up with the rhythm of the kiss and felt your hands scratch her thighs. You threw the piece away when she finished, and Wanda gasped at the sight of your bare breasts in front of her.

You raised an eyebrow, cheeks burning under her look of adoration. "See something you like, kitten?"

Instead of answering, Wanda dived in. You let out a gasping sigh as you felt her mouth on your nipples, so eagerly sucking it.

A hot heat grew at the tip of your belly with each precise, considerate movement of Wanda's tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gripped her hair and held her in place.

Wanda released one nipple with a pop - a stream of saliva connecting your skin and her mouth - and you stared back at her fully dilated pupils and mouth open in a gasp, feeling a sharp tug of arousal at the image in front of you.

You kissed her again, hands more impatient than before pulling her bikini off at once. Wanda moaned deeply as your hands closed around her breasts, her hands trying to work on your zipper but failing with the stimulation of your fingers.

You smiled against her lips, finding her struggle amusing, and Wanda wanted to be angry about it but lost her train of thought when you tucked your thigh between her legs, hands firmly on her hips to rock her against you.

She broke the kiss with a gasping whimper, hands going up to your shoulders for support as she felt her body shudder with the friction. You moaned softly as well, feeling on your skin the wetness that already ran through the fabric of her shorts.

"Fuck, you're killing me, princess." You murmured affected, teasing a trail of kisses strong enough to mark all over Wanda's neck. She, on the other hand, could only whimper back, dripping all over your thigh. You smiled at her state, fingers caressing the bones of her hips as you guided the movements of her hips. The pressure against her clit was delicious and made Wanda's mind spin - it shouldn't have been enough, but she was so hot and bothered she wouldn't be surprised if it came with just that - and feeling your mouth on all the sensitive points of her collarbone was certainly making it harder to hold it.

She tried to increase the speed but you firmed your grip around her waist, laughing breathlessly at the grunt she let out.

"Be patient, baby." You pleaded as you met her face again, making her grunt in impatience once more, the lack of your lips and the slow pace taking her over the edge, and keeping her there.

"Just-fuck me." She choked, legs closing around you, trying to pull you close, increasing the contact somehow. You sighed deeply but didn't obey.

You came closer though, lips brushing against hers as her hips moved.

"I've waited so long for this, Wanda..." You comment in a low, husky, affected voice as you feel her gasping sighs in your mouth. "Ever since that day I saw you dance, that skirt that only made me think of burying my fingers underneath..."

"God." She panted closing her eyes, forehead falling against yours. She was so close if you would only go a little faster-

"And then you started showing up here, walking around in this lingerie you call a bikini. And I had to pretend not to think about fucking you every time you talked to me."

Wanda whimpered, she couldn't hold it in. Slow or not, having you confess these things were more than enough to take her over the edge. She arched her back, body spasming, and when the grip threatened to explode, you stopped.

She almost cried out in frustration, something like a moan or a whine escaped her lips, but you kissed her so hard that she almost orgasmed just from the feel of your tongue. Her brain was an aroused mess. She tried to grab at you, to pull you against her, but you put one hand against her belly and another on her neck, pushing her down until she lay on the table.

Your hands were working to get her short off in record time, and Wanda was so in a trance from the latest events that she didn't realize what was happening until your mouth found her pussy.

"FUCK!" She definitely went too loud, but neither of you cared. Your tongue devoured her eagerly, teasing between the folds and spreading her wetness around, nose pressed against her clit. You moaned against her, intoxicated by the taste, and Wanda couldn't control the sounds, one hand groping its way into your hair to keep you from stealing another orgasm from her.

This time you let her reach, smiling all the while taking her there. She whimpered on the table, thighs trying to close and hips instinctively moving away, but you held her open, burying your head and licking her until she spilled into you, a muted scream as she arched her back.

"Baby, too much..." She tried, twitching at the overstimulation. You didn't stop until she was ready to give you another, whimpering and forcing your face against her until breathless moans were all she could formulate on her tongue.

When Wanda had another orgasm in your mouth, you grunted heavily against her, the tightness in your belly exploding and spreading a wave of frenzy throughout your body.

This had never happened before.

You lifted your eyes to her, licking up every last drop of her cum before making your way up and meeting her in a lazy kiss.

You kissed her until she was able to match properly, hands finding your shoulders and hair to dominate it, making you smile.

"How do you feel?" You asked as you broke away, lips so close you could feel them.

"After two orgasms? Pretty incredible." She jokes making you smile. Your fingers come up, teasing her nipples between your fingers and making her sigh.

"What do you say we take this back to my place?" You suggest with gentle caresses, your mouth moving to deposit short kisses across her jaw. "I'm kind of worried about losing my job..."

Wanda laughed affectedly, nodding in understanding. "Lead the way."

You had just finished helping her tidy up her crumpled clothes and tousled hair when loud knocks came at the door.

"Y/N? I hope you know you are still at your workplace." You sigh with relief as you hear the voice of your colleague and not your supervisor. "I just came to warn you because Ms.Harkness asked to lock the empty rooms..."

You opened the door before the boy could complete it.

"You're a lifesaver, partner." You thank him, hand entwined with Wanda's - who is too embarrassed to meet the gaze of the other who clearly understands what was happening minutes ago - as you leave.

"I imagine you are Wanda." Comments the boy. "Y/N hasn't shut up about you since the summer started."

Wanda smiles, but you grunt. "Dude."

He laughs, nodding down the hall. "Go on, I'll tell your friends you left. And our boss that I didn't see you too."

"Thanks, Simon."

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