Elizabeth Olsen x female reader imagines

A love like ours

The early morning sunlight poured into the living room, casting soft golden rays across the floor. The house was quiet, except for the soft cooing of your toddler, giggling happily as she tried to climb up onto the couch. You watched her, heart swelling with love, as her tiny hands grasped at the cushions, determined to conquer the challenge in front of her.

"Up, Mama! Up!" she demanded, her sweet voice filled with impatience. You smiled at her little outburst, kneeling down to scoop her into your arms. As you lifted her, her laughter rang through the room, filling the quiet house with warmth.

Elizabeth appeared in the doorway, her hair a bit messy from sleep, wearing one of your old t-shirts that hung loose on her slim frame. Her face lit up when she saw you holding your daughter, and she crossed the room in a few strides, wrapping her arms around both of you from behind. Her head rested on your shoulder, her lips brushing your neck in a soft, sleepy kiss.

"Morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning, babe," you whispered back, leaning into her warmth. Your daughter wriggled in your arms, turning her head to look at Elizabeth.

"Mama Liz!" she squealed, reaching out with tiny hands.

Elizabeth grinned, taking her from your arms. "Good morning, my little sunshine." She kissed the top of your daughter's head, earning another giggle from the little girl.

The three of you sat on the couch, your daughter nestled between you, her tiny body curling into Elizabeth's lap while still clutching onto your arm. It was moments like this that made everything feel right in the world.

"She's getting heavier," Elizabeth remarked, gently bouncing the toddler on her knee.

"She's growing fast," you agreed, watching as your daughter's eyes flitted between the two of you, her gaze full of innocent wonder. "Too fast."

Elizabeth gave a small laugh, her green eyes meeting yours. "Yeah, before we know it, she'll be off to school, then college... and then..." she trailed off dramatically, teasing.

"Whoa, slow down!" you chuckled. "Let's not jump ahead to the future too quickly."

Elizabeth leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You're right," she said softly, her voice tender. "Let's just enjoy this."

The room was quiet again, the only sound being the occasional babble of your daughter as she tried to form words, tugging at Elizabeth's shirt and pointing at random objects. You watched them together, feeling a deep, unshakeable sense of peace. The world outside was chaotic and loud – full of Elizabeth's premieres, interviews, and the constant buzz of the media. But here, in this small bubble, it was just the three of you. This was your sanctuary.

"You ready for today?" Elizabeth asked, her tone casual but with an underlying concern.

You sighed, knowing what she was referring to. There was an event later – another red carpet appearance for Elizabeth, and though you'd attended a few with her, the idea of navigating the flashing cameras with a toddler in tow added a new layer of stress. You had discussed bringing your daughter with you this time, but the thought of the spotlight on her, too, made you uneasy.

"We can still leave her with your sister," Elizabeth suggested, reading your mind. Her hand found yours, fingers lacing together.

You shook your head, glancing down at the little girl nestled between you both. "No, I want her with us. I want her to see how amazing her mama is."

Elizabeth smiled, but there was a flicker of worry in her eyes. "It's a lot out there. I just don't want her overwhelmed."

"I know," you said softly. "But we'll take it slow. We'll keep her close. She'll be fine as long as she's with us."

Your daughter, oblivious to the conversation, tugged at Elizabeth's hair, babbling something unintelligible, which caused both of you to laugh.

"Okay, okay," Elizabeth said, scooping your daughter into her arms and standing up. "Someone's ready for breakfast. How about pancakes, hmm?"

Your daughter's face lit up at the word, and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Pan-cakes! Pan-cakes!"

You watched Elizabeth move into the kitchen, carrying your daughter like it was second nature. It never ceased to amaze you how effortlessly she handled everything – her career, the fame, the spotlight, and then coming home to be this incredible mother, pouring all her love into your family.

You stood up and followed them into the kitchen, the scent of coffee and syrup already filling the air. Elizabeth was busy flipping pancakes, your daughter now seated in her high chair, swinging her legs excitedly in anticipation.

"You're spoiling her, you know," you teased, leaning against the counter, watching the scene unfold.

Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder with a playful smirk. "I can't help it. Look at her face. How can I say no?"

You chuckled, knowing full well that your daughter had both of you wrapped around her little finger. As you poured yourself a cup of coffee, Elizabeth came over with a plate stacked high with pancakes. She set them down in front of your daughter, who immediately dug in with her tiny hands, syrup already smeared across her face.

Elizabeth stood beside you, leaning into you as she watched your daughter eat. "She's perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

"You're perfect," you replied, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

She tilted her head up to look at you, her eyes soft and full of love. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she murmured.

"You'd survive," you teased, grinning. "But you'd be lost without my world-class pancake-eating skills."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "I don't know. I think she's got you beat," she said, nodding toward your daughter, who was now holding a pancake in each hand, giggling through a mouthful of syrup.

"Yeah, you might be right," you said, your heart swelling with love for both of them.

The day went by in a blur of preparations, playing with your daughter, and quiet moments shared with Elizabeth. When the time finally came to leave for the event, you both dressed quickly, careful to not wake the toddler who had fallen asleep in her crib after lunch.

"Ready?" Elizabeth asked as she adjusted her dress in the mirror, her gaze flicking to you.

You took a deep breath, meeting her eyes in the reflection. "As ready as I'll ever be."

You scooped up your daughter gently, cradling her against your chest. She stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily but quickly settled into your arms, feeling the comfort of your presence.

Elizabeth smiled softly at the sight of you both. "We'll be fine. Together, we've got this."

And with that, you stepped out into the world beyond the walls of your home, into the flashing lights and chaos. But as long as you had each other – you, Elizabeth, and your little one – nothing else mattered. You were a family, and in that love, you had everything you needed.