Elizabeth Olsen/Character Imagines

A Christmas Gift To Remember (W.M)

Stepmom Wanda x GN! AMAB! Reader

Smut Warning

Y/N had decided to spend Christmas at alone in their apartment, not really one for the big celebrations that the holiday season brought. A trait in which they had inherited from their mother, who would also be working the Christmas shift, any reason to not be around a lot of overly cheery people. They enjoyed their solitary confinement, lay on the sofa while watching horror movies, soon getting disturbed by a knock on their door. They groaned as they got up, trudging to the door, mumbling under their breath before they opened it. 

"Hey." Her voice sounded, matching the smirk on her face as she held containers of food. 

"What are you doing here?" They asked her, stepping aside and letting her inside. 

"Your mom had decided to work double over Christmas." She said as Y/N took the containers from her and headed towards the kitchen. "I didn't really feel like being alone today so here I am." She looked at them with hopeful eyes, not wanting to be anywhere else but where she was right now. 

"You're always welcome here, Wan." They told her with a soft smile, Wanda shrugging off her coat, hanging it up before helping Y/N get dinner ready. "But we're still watching horrors, no christmas movies allowed." 

"Not even one?" Wanda asked, making the gravy ready for their dinner. 

"Nope, I don't do Christmas here." They told her, a smirk on their face which Wanda soon matched as she leaned closer slightly, her breath lightly fanning over Y/N's lips. 

"I'm sure I can change your mind." She husked out, not failing to notice how Y/N's mind short circuited. "Let's eat." She told them, grabbing her plate and her wine before leading the way into the living room, making herself right at home. Before Y/N could contest, a Christmas movie was already playing on the TV, they couldn't help but let out a small chuckle before taking a seat beside Wanda. "The Grinch is a classic." She told them, taking a small sip of her wine as the movie went on. 

As the movie had come near an end, their empty plates and refilled glasses sat on the coffee table. Y/N's eyes had remained on Wanda for a long duration of the movie, watching how her eyes lit up, how she laughed at some parts, how she had even got herself comfy, curled up at the end of the sofa with a blanket already covering her. 

"So?" Wanda's voice was soft as her eyes turned to find Y/N's already on her. A look in their eyes in which she hadn't seen in a long while. She cleared her throat, hoping to gain their full attention. "What did you think of the movie?" She asked them, her nerves suddenly feeling on fire as their eyes remained on hers. 

"It was good." They told her, shaking their head before turning their attention towards the plates on the table. "I'll just clean these up while you pick another movie." She watched as they hurriedly gathered their dishes and basic ran towards the kitchen. She could hear the water running, the clattering of dishes as you put them on the drainer to dry off. She suddenly felt naked, the way your eyes looked at her with admiration and desire, how you just saw her, the real her. She decided it had been too long since you had returned from the kitchen, the water had already stopped moments ago but you where still nowhere to be seen. So she had got to her feet, the blanket pooling on the floor at her feet and made her way to the kitchen. 

"What's going on?" Wanda questioned as she saw Y/N leaning against the counter, their eyes remained on a spot on the wall. "Y/N, what happened back there?" 

"It's nothing." They spoke with a small smile, shrugging their shoulders as they moved to busy themselves once more.

"It's clearly not nothing, there is something bothering you." She pressed on, stepping closer to them, her eyes burning into their own. "Talk to me." She spoke softly, stopping right in front of them. Neither of them prepared for the next action. Without a single thought, Y/N's hands reached down to cup her cheeks, pressing their lips to her own softly, giving her a chance to pull away.