Elizabeth Olsen x female reader imagines

A family affair

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the backyard as you watched your twin children, Emma and Lucas, run around with their cousins. The laughter and shouts of excitement filled the air, mixing with the smell of grilled food and the hum of conversations. Elizabeth's family had come over for a Sunday afternoon barbecue—her older sisters, their kids, and even her parents. It was a rare occasion to have everyone together like this, and it always brought a mix of excitement and, well, a little chaos.

You stood by the patio, watching Elizabeth talk animatedly with her sisters, Ashley and Mary-Kate, who were both equally engrossed in whatever story she was telling. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Lizzie in her element, surrounded by her family. It was these kinds of days that made you feel like you had everything you ever wanted.

But, as with every big family gathering, things weren't always perfect.

"Mom!" Emma's voice rang out suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned just in time to see her storming toward you, her face scrunched in frustration, with Lucas trailing behind her.

"What's going on, Em?" you asked, crouching down to her level as she reached you.

She crossed her arms tightly, pouting. "Lucas won't share the basketball. He keeps hogging it, and it's not fair!"

Lucas, his cheeks flushed from running, shot back immediately. "It's not true! I just had it longer, and she wants to take it away!"

You sighed, glancing between your two kids, already sensing the brewing storm. This wasn't the first time a small disagreement had escalated into an argument between them—after all, being twins didn't automatically mean they got along all the time.

"Okay, okay," you said, holding up your hands. "Why don't we figure this out together? There's no reason we can't share the basketball. Maybe you can take turns?"

"No!" they both shouted in unison, their faces scrunching up even more in identical expressions of defiance.

Just as you were about to attempt a negotiation, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Elizabeth standing beside you, her brow furrowed in concern. "What's going on here?"

"Lucas and Emma can't agree on who gets to play with the basketball," you explained, rising to your feet. "They're both refusing to compromise."

Elizabeth glanced down at the kids, her expression softening. "Hey, guys, it's just a game. We can figure this out, right?"

But before either of them could respond, Lucas crossed his arms, mimicking his sister's stance. "Emma's being unfair."

"No, you are!" Emma shot back, her voice rising.

You and Elizabeth exchanged a look, one that was filled with that unspoken understanding you'd developed over the years. There was no easy fix for this situation, not when both kids were so fired up.

"Alright," Elizabeth said, her voice firm but calm. "How about this? We'll set a timer. Emma, you get the basketball for five minutes, then it's Lucas's turn. Sound fair?"

"No!" they both whined again, this time in unison, but before the argument could escalate further, a voice called out from behind you.

"Sounds like someone needs a referee!" Mary-Kate's playful tone cut through the tension as she strolled over, her eyes twinkling. "Or maybe a mediator."

"Or a whistle," Ashley added, following closely behind with a smirk.

Emma and Lucas turned to look at their aunts, their complaints momentarily forgotten. The twins adored their aunts, and having Mary-Kate and Ashley step into the situation usually meant a distraction was about to happen.