Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
Y/N adjusted her cufflinks in the mirror, her eyes briefly catching the reflection of Eiza behind her. Eiza stood in front of their shared walk-in closet, carefully selecting her dress for the evening. She was radiant, even in the soft glow of the bedroom lighting, her effortless beauty a constant source of awe for Y/N.
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Eiza caught her staring and grinned. "You're supposed to be getting ready, not admiring me."
Y/N smirked, stepping closer to press a kiss to Eiza's bare shoulder. "Can't help it. You make it hard to focus."
Eiza laughed, a sound that never failed to make Y/N's chest tighten with warmth. She turned to face her wife, holding up a deep emerald gown against her frame. "This green one or the black one?"
"You know that black gowns are always my favorite on you." Y/N answered immediately, her tone firm.
Eiza rolled her eyes playfully but nodded. "Black gown it is. And you better be on your best behavior. Scarlett's parties are no joke."
Y/N groaned. "You know this isn't my scene. The whole glitzy actor crowd? Not exactly my vibe."
"I know, cariño, but it's important to me. Scarlett's been a good friend, and I want us to go together. Just this once, for me?" Eiza's voice softened as she placed a hand on Y/N's chest.
Y/N sighed, leaning into her touch. "You know I can't say no to you. But don't expect me to mingle. I'm here for moral support, nothing more."
Eiza tilted her head, studying her wife's face. "You've been good at avoiding the Hollywood crowd for so long. But thank you for going with me. I get to show you off."
Y/N chuckled, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, I just stay in my music lane. I just needed to find you. My life is complete now."
Y/N's tone was playful, but she meant it—mostly. For years, Y/N had carefully constructed a life that revolved around her music, her fans, and her marriage to Eiza.
With its red carpets and high-profile dramas, Hollywood was a world she'd actively avoided. It wasn't just disinterest—it was a defense mechanism. The thought of running into "her" had been too much to bear, even after all these years.
"It was fate that brought us together, you know," Eiza said as she slipped into her dress. "If I hadn't stumbled into that little café in Paris while you were playing that acoustic set, you and I might have never had a chance to met." Y/N smiled at the memory.
Eiza had been filming a movie, and Y/N had been unwinding after a grueling tour. Their chance meeting had turned into an hours-long conversation, and the rest was history.
"You wouldn't have gotten away," Y/N teased. "I would've found you eventually."
Eiza laughed, her cheeks flushing. "Well, now you're stuck with me. Even if it means going to Scarlett's parties."
