marvel women | one shots

not him pt.2 (e.o)

it's been a few months since my reunion with lizzie. after countless days spent together, the two of us were back like how we were in college.

almost as if we never stopped talking. we were as close as ever. unfortunately, for me, my feeling grew deeper for her.

i know i can't, but she's the sweetest person i've ever been around.

i sighed as i began switching out of my jeans and into a pair of shorts, leaving my white t-shirt on.

i dragged my feet through the empty apartment and towards the kitchen when a notification sounded on my phone.

picking it up, i look at the message from my friend, neveah.

neveah 🩻
you busy ? hah i know you're
not. i'm off for the weekend
and i'm coming to your
place. i'm bringing liquor.

i rolled my eyes with a chuckle and began replying back to her, letting her know to bring a bottle of pink whitney.

i sat on the piano playing random tunes when a knock and the door swinging open sounded. turning around with an eyebrow raised, i attempt to talk but she lifts a hand.

"the extra key you gave me for emergencies ? i copied the key at home depot." she responded with a shrug, kicking the door with her foot before placing the brown bag onto the table.

"great. maybe i should change the door knob now."

"aw, come on. you love me. you gave it to me because you love me." she teased in a high-pitched singing voice. 

"unfortunately." i teases back with a smirk making the raven haired woman slap my arm.

"so, what are we doing? drinking and dancing? drinking and playing piano? ooh! drinking and-"

"no! we are not playing hopscotch again. that was a terrible idea. you damn near ended up with a cracked skull."

"oh, come on. did you not see the little girl with her wittle puppy dog eyes."

i rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen grabbing us some cups and shot glasses.

"how about we just sit here, drink and talk. maybe cry while we're at it."

i suggested and the woman next to me nodded with a soft smile. we filled our cups with whiskey and the shot glasses with pink whitney.

after many shots, it was safe to say we were tipsy. i lead my friend over to the large black piano that sat in the corner of the room.

"tell me more about elizabeth. how is it working with an olsen sister?"

i exhaled and my posture changed, "it's lizzie. just lizzie. i've never actually told you this, but lizzie and i were friends in college."

"ha! nice one. you were a music geek in college, i doubt elizabeth olsen was your friend. and i mean that in the least hostile way possible."

i stood up and went into the drawer of one of the shelves that stood beside my tv. my eyes roamed all over the mess of junk until they landed on the brown leather case.

smiling softly i pick it up in my hand, flipping through the pages until they landed on one of the photos of lizzie and i.

i sat back down next to neveah and smirked when the woman gasped, "oh, my god! you were friends with an olsen in college and didn't tell me! and she was grinding up on you..."

my smirk faltered and i felt heat rise up to my face. in the picture it was lizzie with her ass pressed against my front, her lip between her teeth and my hands gripping her waist.