Elizabeth olsen x Fem!reader

Exhibition

Summary: Y/n is an artist and has an exhibition to display her work. Lizzie comes to see it and they immediately bond

+ I need to do more Lizzie and Y/n girlfriend stuff so if anyone has any requests for that then go ahead

Warnings: uhhhhh

Pronouns: she/her

Y/l/n - your last name

Lizzie's POV

God I'm so bored! I need something to do.

I begin to look online for local events happening tonight and I find one that catches my eye. It's an art exhibition. The artists name is Y/n Y/l/n. She's quite pretty actually.

The exhibition starts in an hour so I start getting ready. I finish my makeup after 20 minutes and I put on a fancy outfit before heading out to my car. The venue is a good half an hour away so I begin to drive now so I can get there on time. On the website it said no tickets needed to be booked, you could just show up, so that's what I'm going to do.

When I arrive the doors are already open and people are heading inside. I get out my car and follow the crowd. Once I'm inside I slowly walk around and stare at all the art. It really is fabulous. I don't understand how people can do this sort of stuff. There's one painting that I absolutely love. It's of two children, two girls, on a swing smiling happily as their world around them has been completely destroyed. The only colour in the picture is the red colours of their dresses. The rest of the picture is a mixture of greys.

As I'm staring at it a voice speaks up from next to me.

"This one is my personal favourite".

I look round to see who spoke and recognise it to be the artist, Y/n. 

"It's beautiful", I say softly. She smiles at me and offers to show me around. I take her offer and takes me on a tour of all her pieces. She tells me the inspiration for each of them, how long it took, what it is supposed to symbolise etcetera.

As she was showing me around I realised truly how beautiful she was. She was pretty in her picture but in real life she is beautiful. She's clever too. Managing to paint something that symbolises something completely different must take a lot of brain cells. 

At the end of the tour I thank her deeply. Just as I'm about to walk through the doors she calls out my name. I turn around to face her again and she hands me a slip of paper before smiling and walking back inside.

I open up the paper and written on it is a number. Her phone number. I smile and slightly bite my lip. What a night.

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A/n - okay this one isn't too bad I guess

Not proofread so any mistakes just lmk

I'm updating a lot atm bcs I'm going on vacation soon so I won't be able to take my laptop with me which means I won't be updating for a while.

Word count: 502

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