#once again sorry for the future

[olsenmyolsen]

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Part 5 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Liz POV

Y/N pulled out of our hug first, wiping tears from her face. "How about we get some food in ya? You must be hungry?" I hate seeing other people cry, especially for me. I go to say no, but the monster inside of me answers. I smiled, embarrassed, and answer, "Yes, I think I am."

Y/N and I get up simultaneously, causing Y/N to turn to me. "What are you doing?" I look at her, a little stunned. "I was gonna help with lunch?" Y/N puts her hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me back onto the couch. "I don't think so, Chase. You've had a rough morning, and you want us to have today together, so first, let me make you lunch, and then let's plan the day. All you have to do is sit down on your pretty little butt and let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you so upset. So please let me." Hearing Y/N speak with such care about me makes me want to cry all over again. But instead, I obey her and sit on 'my pretty little butt.'

"May I ask what you're making?"I ask as I watch Y/N walk into my kitchen. "Sure, you may ask, but I'm not going to tell you!" She laughs to herself, and I find myself smiling while watching her.

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Y/N looking like a lost puppy in my kitchen is beyond cute. I'm so appreciative of Y/N for taking action in wanting to turn my day around. It warms my heart to know that I have someone like her, at least for a moment. But at the same time, I want to help her. I can tell she's struggling to find certain things and mumbling to herself about what to cook.

"It's rude to stare," Y/N says with her back still facing me. How did she know? "Sorry, I have such a good-looking chef in my kitchen." Nice cover. Well, also not a lie. Y/N turns her head slightly towards me. "Is that all?" She gives a cheeky smile. "And maybeeeeee I want to help? You just seem lost."

"Don't even think about it, Liz!" Y/N states firmly. I get up and start inching my way closer to her. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" I raise an eyebrow. Y/N turns herself away from the stovetop and puts her eyes on my body. Oh, wait. Now she's coming towards me! "You really wanna know?"

I feel a hitch in my breath as we both step closer. "Yes." She places her hands on the sides of my waist, pulling me closer. Fuck why do her hands feel so good? "If you let me take care of you today." She replies in a husky whisper. Her hands travel up my body to my face.

"Then." Her lips land on my throat.

"You'll get." Now she's leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

"More." She pulls my body closer as she squats down in front of me. Working her way down my stomach. I close my eyes and throw my head back. How does this feel so good?! Her hands have now reached the top of my shorts. She is ever so gently pulling them down.

"Of this." She stops herself, getting up and leaving me wanting more. Before I even open my eyes, I hear her already back in the kitchen.

"What the fuck was that?" I didn't mean to snap, but she knows what she is doing! Y/N turns to face me. Innocence is written all over her. "What are you talking about, Liz?" I chuckle at her expression; she is so naughty and cute. Fuck Y/N will be the death of me.

I huff and walk back into the living room, plopping myself further into the couch. "Fine! I won't help you even though you could have had such a beautiful sou chef!" I shout. "There will be another time. Thank you for being a good girl." Y/N shoots back, causing my mouth to drop, but I can't let her see. She's having too much fun. "Lunch shouldn't be too much longer." I nod before realizing she can't see that. "Okay!"

Alright, I can't just stare at Y/N all day. A part of me knows; I for sure could! But I shouldn't. I need to divert my attention elsewhere. I want to find my phone before remembering that it might be the last thing I want to look at right now. I could try and find something on the TV, but I don't know... Oh, I know!

Y/N POV

"Okay, you didn't have much to work with, but I hope you enjoy-" I turn around and notice Liz isn't around. "Liz?" I head out of the kitchen. Nope, she's not in the living room. I peer my head into the main bedroom. Not there. I walk myself back into the living room. "Babe?"

I scan the room, hearing a faint buzzing noise. Noises like this drive me crazy, so the quicker I find it, the easier I can move on with my life. The buzzing noise happens two more times before I find it. It's Liz's phone. It's resting on a shelf on her TV stand. Is it still a TV stand if the TV is hanging on the wall?

I go to grab it before stopping myself. I should leave it for her to find. It's not my phone. The phone buzzes again. Or I could just bring it to her? It buzzes again. What if it's her work or her sister calling to apologize? Buzz. I grab the phone and flip it over.

"Holy shit." Slips out of my mouth. Liz's phone must have a million notifications, from missed calls to texts to emails and more. Liz has that security measure on her phone where you can't see the messages, but you can see who is trying to reach you. The number one person that keeps popping up is Robbie.

Robbie, why does that name sound familiar? I shut my eyes, trying to think. Is this her brother, friend, or co-worker?

"Dang it. It's work. I have to take this." Liz excuses herself to the front of the shop and answers her phone.

I make my way in front of Liz, who puts her hand up, mocking the other person on the phone, causing her and I to crack up.

Liz shushes me before answering the other person on the phone. "No, I'm not laughing at you, Robbie. Something funny just happened in front of me. Look, listen, I got to go. We can finish this talk later. Alright. Alright. See you later." Liz puts her phone in her purse and pulls her attention towards me.

That's right, Robbie is her co-worker! Fuck, this must be important. I leave her phone and continue looking for Liz. The quicker I find her, the quicker she can see her texts. Where the hell is she?

I peek down a hallway with a set of stairs along the wall that I overlooked before. Am I this dumb? "Oh wow, look how big you've gotten!" I hear her muffled voice coming from above me? I walk up the stairs opening the cracked door at the top.

The outside world stops existing. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sight. I'm watching the woman I'm falling for talking to her plants like she is their mother. It's adorable, and damn when I asked Liz if she had a garden, she should've said 'no, I don't have a garden. I have THE garden!' Blueberries, Currants, and Strawberries for summer. She has little potted plants hanging all around. Flower beds line the more extensive plant beds. Fairy lights are strung above. And this is just the stuff I can see!

This is what a white woman's Instagram dream is. Oh yeah, yeah, the city skyline behind Liz is just as gorgeous. Slap it on a postcard and call it a day. I continue watching Liz feeling like the biggest stalker alive, but I don't want to disturb her because this is precisely something she needs right now. Gardening makes her happy.

"It's rude to stare. You, of all people, know that." Liz turns to me with a wide-ass smile on her. Her perfect green orbs she calls eyes never leaving mine. "How'd you know?" Liz walks to me, extending her arm to pull me up. "You slam your feet on the steps. I heard you coming up." Liz giggles thinking about it. "Well, that's not nic-" Liz places her lips on top of mine. "Do you like my garden?" She asks with kid-like glee. I wrap my arm around her waist, turning her around, so we both face her garden. "I love it! It's incredible! I truly can't believe all of this."

I kiss her cheek before running up to the plant she was talking to earlier. "What's her name?" Liz gives me a confused look. "Name?" "Well yeah, you're like their mom, so you have to name them!" Liz crosses her arms. "I don't like giving names to inanimate objects. I mean, they're living things because they're plants- but you know- I just-. Ughh, fine!" Liz stumbling over her own words makes me laugh. She gets so cute when flustered that I can't help but feel for my Liz. I hug her to let her know it's okay. "You don't have to name it." Liz places her head on my shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay?" I smile. "Deal. Ready for lunch?" Liz gasps excitedly! "What did you make?"

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Liz POV

"Okay, and open them!" I did as Y/N told me. In front of my eyes on the living room coffee table, I first noticed a big bowl of grapes for us to share. Scanning my eyes over to my plate, I saw a grilled to perfection ham and cheese sandwich cut diagonally with tomatoes and a side of sriracha sauce. Next to that, sitting in a little bowl, was a fruit roll-up? And to drink, Y/N gave me three choices. Water, wine, and tea.

"Well! How did I do?" I looked over to meet Y/N's eyes staring at me, waiting for any emotion to come across my face. "It's perfect!" Y/N gets up and runs around the living room, cheering. "Leeetts gooooo, she likes it!" I laugh at the sight before me, causing Y/N to laugh at herself crashing next to me on the couch. "You done?" "Hmmmmm, I think so." Fuck how is she so cute?

"Y/N?"

"Liz?"

"Why the fruit roll up?" Y/N tilts her head shocked. "Well, excuse me, Miss Chase, I didn't realize this was a no fruit roll-up kind of lunch!" Y/N dramatically exclaimed.

I think my cheeks officially hurt from smiling so much.

"Besides, you're the one that had them in your pantry," Y/N explained, popping a grape into her mouth. Oh yeah. This is my house. Why did I have them? Oh! "You're right. I babysit my friend Scarlett's kid from time to time. She's the cutest little button ever." I smile, thinking about Rose. "Here, I thought they were secretly your favorite late-night treat." Y/N leaned herself into my giggling at her joke. "Okay, enough time has passed without you trying my sandwich. Eat up, Liz!"

I take a bit of the grilled ham and cheese. I can't remember the last time I had something like this. It might have been when I was sick, and my mom made it for me. I honestly can't remember... maybe that's why Y/N made it for me today. To make me feel better. Even without this lunch, she's done a phenomenal job at making me feel like nothing else matters, and I'm grateful.

"Liz?" I snap my attention back to Y/N with a mouth full of food. "Yevsh?" Y/N daps my mouth with a napkin. "Is it that good?" Y/N points to one half of the sandwich; only two small bites remain. I swallow. Damn, I was famished! "You have no idea how good this is! Thank you again! I didn't realize how much I needed this. But you did." I find myself blushing from Y/N being so thoughtful and loving. "Aww, come here." Y/N moves closer, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing me. "Like I said. I feel you." She lets go of me but remains close, giving me a quick peck on my cheek before I resume eating.

"So I was thinking after you finish your lunch we could go to a nice park nearby and take a walk. Maybe lay in the grass and look at clouds or something. And then afterward, we could go grocery shopping since you don't have a lot of food here since you just got back." That kind of day sounds lovely, like something I would want to do, but I don't want to leave my apartment. I know the paparazzi will be waiting outside for me, plus I love spending time with Y/N in the comfort of my home. I'm a homebody. Sue me.

I smile at Y/N as I begin unwrapping the fruit roll-up. "As much as I'd love that. I just want a nice relaxing day with you. I don't want to think about anything or anyone else." Y/N nods, smiling at me. "I understand, Liz. I wasn't sure if you would want to go out today, so I was thinking if we plan on staying inside, we could cuddle, hang out, maybe nap, and watch that old movie you talked about last night. We could do those things could be in any order, by the way."

I can't help but feel my eyes gloss over with nothing but admiration. How is someone this caring for someone they just met? A soulmate, that's who. "Now, what was the movie called? Gong with the Wind, no, it wasn't that it was... Going with the Wind?"

"You stink so much, Y/N," I call her out and playfully shove her. "You know it's called Gone with the Wind," Y/N smirks and starts gathering up the plates and bowls from a successful lunch. "Maybe I've only ever called it old and ancient. And don't even think about getting up, Chase." All I did was shuffle my feet, and she knew exactly what I was planning on doing. I watch as Y/N so kindly washes and dries the dishes. "So, Liz, what do you want to do first?" Y/N squishes herself next to me. Once again, placing her chin on my shoulder.

"Well, since we're staying in, I'd love to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable, and while I'm doing that, if you wanna pull up the movie on the TV. I own it on everything, so just search for it, and it should pop up. Sound good?" I look down at her beautiful eyes. I can't help but feel myself being pulled toward her. I rest a kiss on her forehead. At that moment, I see a new future. When I pull back, I can't help but notice the pink hue on Y/N face. Did she see it too?

"We gonna spend the rest of the afternoon kissing, or are you gonna get out of these clothes?" I scrunch my nose up at her. "So bossy."

_

After changing into my shorts from earlier, I grab an old oversized black AC/DC shirt throwing it on. I quickly head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and lotion my body. Gotta be feeling and smelling good.

"3 HOURS AND 42 MINUTES! LIZ, ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Uh oh, she saw the runtime.

"You agreed to it!" I yell back. I hear a groan and mumble. "You're lucky I like you, Liz!" Oh!?

_

I come out of the bedroom and watch Y/N's whole body shift. "How do I look?" I give Y/N a cute little twirl. "Liz, until the end of time, the answer will always be: Stunning! You look stunning!" I put two fingers in front of my chest. "Really?" Y/N runs up to me. "Elizabeth Chase, I know you are not simping right now!" She starts pulling me towards the couch but not before planting a kiss on my cheek. "Now come on, dork, let's watch your dorky old movie."

"Hey, no, being a bitch!" Y/N, shocked, turns to me wearing a smile so she knows I'm joking. I grab the remote to adjust the volume and begin the movie. "Oh shit." I raise an eyebrow and turn my head to Y/N. "I forgot to let you know you're phone was blowing up like crazy. Some missed calls, texts, emails, and more. Like it was BLOWING up!" I know the exact reason. "You had a lot of messages from Robbie." I pause the movie.

WHAT?! How does she know who Robbie is? I feel the rush of guilt and panic over my body. I can't let my face show it. "Robbie?" Now Y/N raises her eyebrow. "Yeah, Robbie, your co-worker?" That's right! I nod, getting up to check my phone. My legs feel like jelly, and my stomach is quickly making a turn for the worst. "Thanks for letting me know. I'm sure it's nothing. My agents and team seem to overreact to everything, so I'll just take a quick look." Good save, Liz. Even though I shouldn't be lying to Y/N at all.

Y/N POV

I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help but look at Liz's cute butt as she checks her phone. I watch her weight shift from one leg to the other as she begins to text someone back. My eyes scan up her body. How does someone stand straight as a board? "Everything okay?" Liz doesn't answer.

I get up and wrap my arms around Liz, causing her to jump and move away, phone face down. "Wow, hey, you okay? I didn't mean to scare you, Liz. I'm sorry." Liz's green eyes glance at me before darting elsewhere. "Liz?" Liz looks down, remaining silent.

"I'm afraid I may be going to London sooner than expected." Well, shit, that sucks. Is that all? "I'm sorry, there is just so much shit I have to deal with it, and trust me, I would love for you to come, but-" Liz wraps her arms around me, stopping herself. She would want me there with her?

"Hey, Liz, look at me." Liz looks up with her tear-filled green eyes. "You do what you have to do. Okay? Let's make today count. Deal with the shit you can deal with right now. I'm going to go back to the couch and wait for you to watch this boring ass movie." I wink and pull her head to mine. "Thank you." Liz lets out into my chest. I squeeze her and look up, so she doesn't feel the tears coming out of my eyes.

We stand like this for minutes before I feel confident enough to let Liz see me. "Give me five minutes, and then it's us," Liz says, heading up to her garden. "Okay. I'll be here."

_

I don't know how long we've been watching this damn movie. I feel like I'm watching the same scene over and over again. I'm sorry, I can't seem to focus on the film itself, and my mind keeps thinking about the girl in my arms. I still feel like how I did this morning.

I just want you to know that I'm here for you. These last 24 hours have been a whirlwind, but I don't know what it is. I feel comfortable with you like I've spent years with you. You are giving me feelings of warmth and joy I have not felt in so long. I may be going way over the line, but a part of me thinks that you feel this way too. And now I can't stop myself from talking, but after seeing you bawling your eyes out, I just felt everything. It's just like I fee-" I take a breath. "I feel you."

But it's like these last few hours have just thrown a wrench into everything. I am falling for her, but I just have a feeling that she is holding something back. But even she's admitted she has shit to take care of. So maybe I should just wait and let her come to me. I trust her.

"God, you're so cute." I look down at my Liz and smile.

Liz POV

I don't know if Y/N is thinking about something or if this is just how she watches movies, but she has the most worried look on her face. I'll bet it's how she watches movies.

"God, you're so cute. Y/N looks down at me and smiles; this is how I know I want Y/N around. Every time she looks at me, it's like Christmas morning. It's like your team winning the biggest game of their life. It's like no one else exists.

I pull my attention back to the movie, but honestly, I stopped paying attention over an hour ago. I can't stop thinking about the girl holding me. She's so sweet and gorgeous. She makes me feel special in new ways. I can't stop thinking about what she told me this morning. I trust her. But she shouldn't be trusting me.

"Do you want kids someday?"

Part 6

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

�� Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[egophiliac]

BIRD SSR????????????

NOOOO I wasted all my keys on Platinum Malleus, HOW CAN THEY DO THIS TO ME

(I do kinda love that this is officially "Raven Jacket" Crowley though) (does this open up the possibility of a selection of future Crowley fashion cards)

[dnncats]

the many layers of simon riley

full layout:

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[kinokoshoujoart]

oops all rock (springtime edition)

i’ll be able to draw digitally again soon! ;w; in the meantime i’ve been scribbling a lot on paper…

could not wait for Soon, so i resorted to coloring it using the markup tool in default iphone photos app (don’t do that ever again)

[cherrytraveller]

sorry that i've deprived you all of a wip preview, anyway; deity-fies your local bad future mystic magic nuke

[dent-de-leon]

Essek crying over Molly's death, saying over and over, "It's not fair, it's not fair...We've all come so far. It's just not fair."

The Moonweaver being absolutely delighted to see Tealeaf defy fate yet again, once more welcoming his newly reborn soul with warmth and love. Looking at what was meant to be his tragic end, and refusing to accept it, "Isn't that the strangest thing? There is nothing after thrice in the sequence, it just ends there. But that doesn't seem right, does it? Or fair. Well. I think we shall just have to make it up."

In case you needed some warm fuzzy Essek and Molly feelings. Essek and his goddess both say the same thing about Tealeaf's death--that losing him just isn't fair--

[lunarharp]

being attached to that moment qifrey held a baby one time and my ideas for the future :)

[ruelpsen]

any favourite sentence starters you have for writing about eructo?

Absolutely! Some might be arguably kinda basic, but man can these set up some great shit...

Some for a variety of situations, generally in which some stuffing/bloating/etc. has already happened:

"That was a good one, but I'm sure you can do better than that."

"Now to try for a record-setter."

"My belly is tighter than a drum... could you give me a hand? I really need to burp, but they're stuck."

"Hang on, I really need to belch."

"Oh god, theyuuuRRRP won't stop!"

"Come on gut, show me what you've got!"

"God, you've never looked bigger... how much did you eat?" (bonus points if the response includes a list of what was eaten, interrupted by stray belches)

"Mind your manners, please, as this behavior is unbecoming of someone in your position..."

"Pardon me! Sounds like my belly's telling me there's plenty more room in there."

"I knew I should have stopped trying to test my limits a couple bottles ago, but it's just so good!"

(Any burp onomatopoeia can make for a good, versatile starter too!)

And some spicier offerings...

"Please, fuck, burp there again."

"Oh, look how wet/hard you are... are you really so turned on by belching?"

"So that's why you really wanted to do oral..."

"What a horny, burpy mess you are. What ever shall I do with you?"

"I think it's time to fuck the rest of those burps out of you."

[olsenmyolsen]

Any Day Now

Part 20 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 7.6K

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Scarlett POV

I don't know what's poking me, but it better stop.

"Mommy, can you wake up?"

I roll my eyes from beneath my closed eyelids. "Five more minutes Rosie," I mumble to my offspring before turning away from where I was being poked.

"But Colin, told me to get you up, so you have to get up!"

I'm going to kill Colin when I see him.

"Baby, please, five more minutes." I groan to an already annoying six-year-old. I love this child to death, but I enjoy my sleep a bit more at this moment. I hear silence from behind me before the shuffling of small feet, and then WHAM! Rose jumps right next to me on the bed, causing the mattress to droop down next to me, waking me up even more.

I open my eyes to see Rose looking back at me with a wide smile.

"Did you think this would get mommy up?" I ask with a smirk before closing my eyes. I hear a sigh come from Rose.

"Please, mommy, get up!" Rose huffs and pulls herself up to her knees before she starts jumping up and down on the bed. "Mommy!" Rose starts raising her voice, and you know what? I'm up now. This child did it. I'm annoyed and awake. I open my eyes and playfully grab a giggling Rose, bringing her down onto the bed.

"Mommy's up! You happy now?" Rose is in the midst of a laughing fit. "Sooooo happy!" "Well, how about now!" I ask as I start to tickle my daughter's side, making her fit of laughter grow louder and harder.

It's not long till my daughter is begging for mercy which I guess I'll give her.

Whatever.

Anyways I'm now, like, actually up and moving to my bathroom while my sweet Rose follows me. "Rose, you don't have to follow me and watch me pee." "I know, but Colin told me to make sure you get up and do all your morning stuff. He didn't say stuff, but I don't remember the word he said."

Rose kindly informs me, so with a smile on my face, I finish peeing before moving on to my morning routine while Rose watches me eagerly.

Once that's all done, I debate changing out of my nightwear, but I can feel Rose's patience is wearing thin, so I get a move on.

Just as we're about to step out the bedroom door, Rose has her arms around my legs. "Happy Mother's day, Mommy!" She beams at me.

Oh shit. It is Mother's Day! Why in the hell am I not being served breakfast in bed? Before I can let these essential questions weigh my mind down, Rose is tugging at my hand to usher us out the door, so we can see what my husband has been cooking up.

And yes, I don't want to kill him now. I just enjoy my sleep. Sue me!

As we reach the bottom of the stairs, Rose is off and racing to the kitchen to inform Colin of the great job she did in getting me up. I smile at my little offspring as she not so discreetly, runs past some red balloons. I laugh as I look around the foyer to see if there is anything I missed.

As I scan the area, my eyes land on a pair of heels left at the front door. Until now, I didn't even remember that those two spent the night. Hell, I don't even think they know they spent the night here. Maybe forcing wine down their throats wasn't the best idea. Is this why Colin wanted me up? So I could wake up the sleeping beauties? I look back up the stairs before calling out to the two awake people in the house.

"Rosie. Colin. I left something upstairs." I couldn't quite make out was Rose said, but it sure made Colin laugh. "Okay, babe!"

I make my way up the stairs and stop at the closed guest bedroom door. I knock a couple of times gently, earning no response. I don't want to barge, but if I'm up, they need to get up! And it's my house! "Okay," I say quietly to myself. "Please don't be naked. Don't be naked."

I turn the door handle and push the door open. Luckily the window curtain is pushed apart slightly, so it's letting some sunlight in, making the room not as dark as it could be.

As I step into the room, I smile at the sight before me.

It's Y/N flat on her back with Lizzie nuzzled into her neck. They both have their arms wrapped around one another, holding each other. It's cute, and the closer I get, I see the biggest smile on Lizzie's sleeping face.

They're not naked, but I notice they're wearing my clothes. I knew Lizzie went into my room last night!

Time to wake them up.

Y/N POV

I don't know what's poking me, but it better stop.

"Y/N, you wanna wake up?"

I groan and turn my face away from whatever is calling to me. "Five more minutes," I mumble before hearing the person huff and followed by silence.

Good.

Just as I'm about to doze back off, I hear some feet shuffling before the person sounds like they're next to me. Ugh. God, who do they think they are trying to wake me right now?

And then, I feel a breath of air hit my ears before a raspy voice begins talking to me.

"Y/N, if you wake up right now, I can show you alllll the ways Black Widow is better than your little witch." Before my tired mind can even respond, I feel a soft hand brush its fingers down my cheek, making my eyes shoot open.

Oh, fuck, it's Black Widow- uh- I mean Natasha, no, shit, I mean- Scarlett! And she's inches from my face! Am I dreaming?

I visibly gulp at the sight of her smirk as her green eyes look from my own to my lips. Suddenly she's moving closer before she turns her head and has her red lips next to my ear again.

"You look so cute when you blush for me, Y/N. I'd like to see that happen more often." She practically moans into my ear in her raspy whisper fuck me of a voice.

And then suddenly, she's up on both her feet clapping As loud as possible, "get up! Get up! Get up!"

What is wrong with this woman??

Wait? Am I still drunk? What is that? No way!

Is Scarlett pregnant? How did I miss that last night?

"Scarlett, shut the fuck up!" My sweet Lizard draws my shocked face away from Scarlett to her as she yells in her sexy morning voice! "I have the world's worst headache, and I don't want to get up to kill you!" My Liz turns away from me and flops her head hard into her pillow.

"She really is a pillow princess, huh?" Scarlett teases as she gives me that world-famous smirk once more.

She is playing with fire right now.

And then WHOOSH! A pillow comes flying past me towards Scarlett, but luckily the pregnant woman's reflexes are quicker than mine as she catches the pillow with ease, earning a whine from Liz.

"No fair!" I turn back to a pouting Liz. "You can't just wake us up and not get hit?" Scarlett just shrugs at her. "Too bad. Now get your asses up. We got breakfast, Advil, and a six-year-old waiting!" Scarlett crosses her arms, waiting for us to get a move on. "How are you so awake right now?" I groan out as Liz takes my hand in hers and rests her head on my shoulder. "You have said six-year-old to thank for that. Now chop-chop." Scarlett demands. Pillow still in hand. Very threatening.

I'm still a little stunned by how I was woken up and the fact that I'm in Scarlett Johanssons' house that I feel myself painfully not moving. I turn to see Liz smile at me with tired eyes before she whispers. "The quicker we get up, the quicker she's gone. And then we can get our kisses in." I smile and manage to convince my legs to move up and out of the bed, satisfying Scarlett.

"Good! Alright, the guest bathroom is down the hall. Lizzie, you know where. Be quick, guys. I'll see you downstairs." Scarlett says before tossing the pillow back into the bed, leaving Lizzie and I alone.

Liz immediately flips back onto the bed with her arms wide open. It's the quiet and most obvious signal in the world, and so far, I have yet not to give in. I jump into my girlfriends arms and let my body rest on hers as she squeezes her arms around me.

"I want to stay like this forever," Liz says as I feel her lips press onto my cheeks. "Me too, baby." And so we lay like that, not forever but for enough time to pass that I feel Liz's breathing start to slow, meaning she's falling asleep again.

"Liz?" I whisper, hoping she's not too far dozed off. "Liz? Baby?" She moves under me, nuzzling her head into my neck even more. "I don't wanna." She whines, causing my heart to warm up and break at the same time. "I think we have to. Come on." I kiss the top of her head and go to get up, but she quickly wraps her legs around mine, pulling me back onto her.

"Liz, as much as I love this and would love to keep doing this, Scarlett and her daughter are waiting for us." My Lizard slowly unwraps her legs from behind me, allowing me to lift myself off of her and take in the beauty of my girlfriend. How does she look ethereal at all times? We just woke up, and she could walk a runway. Unfair. "Something caught your eye?" At the sound of her voice, my eyes travel back to hers.

"You. Always you." I reply before I bring my lips to her own. Liz smiles and lets out a small laugh on my lips. "I'm so lucky." She husks out, leaving a confused look on my face because that's me. I'm the lucky one. But before I can say anything, Liz is pushing up into me, causing me to get off her fully. "Alright, let's get down there?" Liz says as she opens the bedroom door.

"Oh wait!" She stops and turns around to face me. She grabs the collar of Scarlett's graphic shirt that I'm wearing, pulling me into a kiss that quickly trails down to my collarbone.

Once again, Liz is marking what's hers.

I would protest, but I enjoy this too much.

Sue me!

Once Liz's lips leave my skin, the cool air rushes over the fresh red she left behind. I look down at the mark before looking at the lustful eyes of my girlfriend. I feel my cheeks start to burn, causing a satisfied smirk to form on Liz's face. We're now in this moment, and I don't know what to do, but I don't want to leave.

Liz must actually read minds because she's walking up to me, placing her hands on my hips, rubbing up and down. "You look cuter when you blush for me." My eyes go wide as Liz turns on her heels and walks out the bedroom door.

She heard?! How!?

By the time I poke my head out the door, I see Liz happily bouncing down the stairs. I want to chase her down, but my morning bladder has another idea. So after locating the bathroom, peeing, looking over my hickey, and freshening myself up, I make my way out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I was surprised to see Liz waiting for me at the last step.

"Any day now Y/N!" "Why were you waiting?" "Because I wanted you to see this first hand!" Before I can question what she means, she's dragging me towards the sound of a child laughing and Scarlett pretending to be a dinosaur.

Liz POV

As we round the corner to the kitchen, I let my hand drop from Y/N's so I can have both hands to surprise my little Rosie. Colin clocks me and nods my way as I make my way toward the two giggling blondes. Colin also looks toward Y/N and gestures for her to sit next to him at the kitchen island. I see Y/N knock back some Advil and water as the taller blonde notices me sneaking and crouches in front of her daughter.

"Rose-" "I'm not Rose right now. I'm Dino-Rose!" Scarlett puts a hand on her head. "You're right, Dino-Rose how could I forget! But can Dino-Rose listen to me?" Rose stops swinging her arms and pouts. "Am I in trouble?" Scarlett shakes her head at her dramatic daughter. "Not at all, sweetie. I want to talk to you. So you know how Mommy went out with some friends last night, and you stayed with grandma?"

Rose nods her head. "Well, Mommy's friends stayed here last night!" Rose tilts her head at her mom. "Are they living here now?" Even that earns a chuckle from Colin, who's been watching this whole interaction with heart eyes for his girls. Scarlett takes her time to reassure Rose that, no, her friends are not moving in.

"Good, because I didn't want to share my toys yet.." Scarlett looks up from Rose and to me. Signaling that now might be a good opportunity to jump in.

"You wouldn't even share with me?" I pipe up, causing Rose to whip her head so fast in my direction. "Aunty Lizzie!" Suddenly I have a six-year-old sprinting at me, and my only choice is to accept whatever comes next.

A hug. That's what comes next. Rose ran to me at full speed before coming to a full-blown stop with arms stretched out and puppy dog eyes. So, of course, I gave in and let her give me the world's biggest and greatest hug!

We're currently sitting on the floor as she keeps a squeeze on me and keeps telling me how much she missed me and how much she loves Wanda, much to her mom's distaste.

I kiss the top of Rose's head after she's had enough hug time and hips off me. I pull myself up and dart my eyes toward my smiling girlfriend. "What?" She shakes her head at me and mouthes, "you're perfect." Which makes a quick blush form on my face. Rose has now returned to her mom and is demanding why she didn't know Aunty Lizzie was here! Scarlett is doing her best, but Rose is putting up a good fight.

Rose has now come back to me and is asking to be held. "Rose, last time I did this, you said you were a big girl and didn't want it." "Please, Aunty Lizzie, it's been so long." I roll my eyes before scooping the little one up. She's not a million pounds or anything, but I'm glad Marvel makes me do some sort of workout. "Happy?" Rose simply nods before she furrows her brows.

"What is it, Rosie?"

"Is Uncle Robbie here too?"

With that question, the room freezes. Kids huh?

I take it with all the excitement and Dino time. Rose hasn't even had time to notice Y/N. Shit. I glance my eyes towards Scarlett, who has an apologetic look.

"Uh- No, Rose, he's not here, but I did bring someone with me?" She looks disappointed but interested. I move my body, so Rose can look in Y/N's direction. I can see Y/N internally struggling on how to handle this situation. However, before Y/N can even greet Rose, the little one moves her head away and into my neck. I look to Y/N's eyes, and it's like I can see her heart become fragile. I then look to Scarlett, who is just waiting with bated breath. She has walked towards my Coffee Girl for support but hasn't said anything. Thankfully Colin speaks up.

"Rose, it's okay." He gets up from his seat at the kitchen island and walks towards Rose and me. He crouches down in front of us so he can look up to Rose as opposed to down at her.

"Rose. Remember I was new once too?" He offers only gaining the movement of Rose's head. "It's okay to be shy, but just know your mom and Aunty Lizzie will never put you around someone they don't trust or love." Colin looks to me and gives me a tight smile. He's really trying with Rose right now.

"Rose, do you wanna come down, and we can go say hi to Y/N together?" Rose shakes her head no. Colin thinks."Do you want Aunty Lizzie to take you?" Rose turns her head to look at Colin before shaking it yes. "Okay." He nods before bringing himself off the floor. I mouth a thank you before walking towards Y/N.

Y/N has silently moved from the kitchen island to next to it, making it easier for all of us. I start making my way towards Y/N while Rose looks at her with such intensity. I don't know why I'm so nervous. Rose isn't my daughter. Maybe a tiny part of my brain wants Rose to like Y/N more than Robbie? It sounds messed up but is it true?

After what felt like forever, we're standing before my girlfriend. She isn't as tall as Colin, so she doesn't crouch in front of us, but she does hunch slightly.

"Hi, Rose. I'm Y/N. I know meeting new people can sometimes be scary, and that's okay." Y/N stops talking, and of course, Rose is giving her nothing. "Oh, my favorite color is orange. What's yours?" Y/N offers a little wave and question to Rose, who tilts her head in thought.

"Purple."

You can feel the room come back to life.

"Purple is an awesome color! Did you make that?" Y/N points to a handmade card that reads "Happy Mommy's Day" in purple crayon. Rose nods her head. "It's for Mommy. She's a superhero." Y/N's smile gets bigger the more she talks to Rose, and I can see that soon enough, Rose will have her wrapped around her finger.

I must've tuned out what was happening because the next thing I know, "Auntie Lizzie" is being said.

"No, I'm not a superhero like your Mommy and Auntie Lizzie. But they are pretty cool, aren't they?" Rose again nods before turning to me whispering in my ear.

Y/N POV

I look toward Colin and Scarlett, who are showing nothing but pure smiles. Clearly happy with how Rose came out of her shell. Not that being shy is terrible, but I think they just wanted Rose to like me and to not ask any more about Robbie.

Right now, Rose is whispering something in Liz's ear, making her giggle and whisper back to Rose.

I am watching my dirty blonde holding this cute as a button child, talking about who knows what is making the baby fever kick into overdrive.

"Y/N." I gaze at my girlfriend's face at the sound of her angelic voice. "Rose and I have been talking, and Rose would like to ask you something?" What kind of question did these two cook up? Oh, God. I can feel my nerves start to run laps around my body. I look to Rose.

"Who's your favorite superhero?" I hear Scarlett snort at the seriousness with which the question was asked. That's it? Wait. Is this a trick?

"Well, what's your favorite superhero?" I ask, hoping to trick the kid into giving me the correct answer. "You can't ask me. I asked you." Rose says with a smile. I step towards Lizzie and Rose before bending down slightly. "Rose, is your Auntie Lizzie trying to get me to say that Wanda is my favorite?" This cause Rose to laugh while trying to talk. "Noooo." I nod as though I believe her. "Okay." I then pretend to take some serious thought into Rose's question.

"Black Widow is my favorite Rose. What about you?" Roses jaw drops, and she looks at Lizzie, shocked! "I told you she would say Black Widow." I hear Liz not so quietly whisper into Rose's ear. Rose then turns back to Liz and whispers in her ear as well.

These girls love to only talk to each other.

Liz nods before saying, "I think that's a wonderful idea, Rose."

Liz carefully places Rose onto her feet before smiling at me. Rose cautiously makes her way to me, delighting Scarlett. In an effort to not mess anything up, I choose to remain standing.

"Aunty Lizzie said that since your favorite superhero is Black Widow, maybe you would want to play superheroes with me?" I smile down at Rose before crouching down to her level. "I'd love that, Rose! Thank you."

"You're welcome." Rose then looks over at me. "Is it okay if I hug you?" I think my heart might explode. "Of course, Rose! Thank you for asking!" I throw open my arms and close my eyes as Roses arms land on my side. I hear some coos from the adults in the room, and I'm pretty confident I heard a picture being snapped, but I'll ask about it later.

"I'm sorry about being shy earlier," Rose admits to me as our hug comes to an end. "Rose. That's okay. Remember what Colin said? It's okay to be shy. I was shy to meet you." Rose looks at me. "Really?" "Yeah! I thought since your mom and aunt were sooooo cool that their little Rose has to be like the coolest person ever!"

Rose throws on a little smirk at hearing how cool she is. Damn the Johanssons and their smirks. This little one is going to have me wrapped around her finger soon enough. Rose then looks up at her mom. "Is it okay if Y/N and I go play? I know it's your special day, but please, mom!" Rose jumps up and begs her mother, whose green eyes are full of happiness. I see it.

I also stand up and look to Liz. She places a hand over her heart and gives me a happy frown. "Rose, do you not want breakfast first?" Her mother raises an eyebrow in question. "No, I had some chocolate when Colin wasn't watching earlier," Rose states, not even looking at her mom. I have to cover my mouth to hold in the laughter. Scarlett groans more at Colin than Rose before ushering us away. "But you're going to have a full breakfast when we get done, okay?" "Okay!" Rose answers, pulling me away with her.

Liz POV

I smile at the sound of Rose giggles getting further away. Not because she is gone but because she is with Y/N.

"Name your price."

Huh? I turn my head to Scarlett. "What?" "Name your price. How much are you willing to pay for Rose."

"Scarlett," Colin says while laughing. "You can't sell Rose."

"Look at her face Col. I think she'd pay anything to see those two be happy and get along. I bet her ovaries are already putting up a fight."

My jaw hits the floor at the words falling out of Scar's mouth. Is she wrong? No. But she doesn't have to say it.

Thankfully once again, Colin steps up. "I'm sorry for her, Lizzie." Scarlett puts up her arms in defeat. "Listen, I'm just saying. Once this one comes along." Scarlett points to her growing stomach. "Lizzie will be begging to see him with Y/N."

Oh my God, Scarlett, stop talk- wait. Him?

Scarlett's having a boy?!

"Him?!" I ask in shock. Colin notices the look in my eyes and looks at his wife. Scarlett sees it, too, and starts walking towards me. "You're having a boy?" I ask, needing answers. I can see panic growing on her face. Scar reaches out and grabs my hands placing. "Yes, I'm having a boy." I go to jump up and squeal, but Scarlett's pregnancy reflexes are quick as she puts a hand over my mouth, shutting me up. "Rose doesn't know yet." My mouth once again drops. "Scarlett, this is amazing! I'm so happy for you! Oh my God." Before she can even protest, I'm hugging the Black Widow.

Once she's released from my grip, I quickly make my way to Colin and pull him into a hug as well. "Talk about a weekend update," I say, earning a groan from the other two people in the room. "Hunter said the same thing." I frown in disappointment. "You mean I'm not the first one to know again!" Scarlett shakes her head at me. "I'm sorry it slipped out when he came for dinner a while back." "Ugh. Fine." I try and pout, but I'm so happy for my friend right now.

"Okay, since you're pregnant. You sit down and relax while Colin and I prepare you, your daughter, and my Y/N an exceptional breakfast!" This causes no argument, as Scarlett will easily bow out from making meals when I'm around.

_

"What you got there?"

I ask Colin, who seems to be putting mustard on some peanut butter spread on toast with slices of pickles. "Scarlett's pregnancy craving at the time. I'm making it now just in case she wants it with breakfast." He looks disgusted by the creation, and frankly, so am I.

It's not often that it's just Colin and I left by ourselves. He's a nice guy and has been there for Scarlett in more ways than one. When she first told me about this guy she was falling for, I was a little shocked, to put it nicely. But he makes her and Rose happy, which in turn makes me happy. I'm sure others would disagree but ehh.

"So, how are you holding up?"

"I'm excited." He turns away from Scar's gross food to focus on the eggs he's scrambling. "You know, nervous but excited." I nod at his generic answer before continuing-

"Do you think I'll be a good dad?" I turn my attention away from the stack of waffles I got going on as this conversation gets more serious. "I mean, I think I will be, but... this is my first kid. I love Rose to death, but I wasn't there for those early years. What if when I'm there for this kid, I fuck up or..." Colin closes his eyes as the worry and panic start to overtake him. "I don't know. It's stupid." I shake my head and move the pan of eggs onto an unused stovetop before dragging Colin into a kitchen chair.

"That's not stupid, Colin. It sounds cliché, but I feel like no parent knows what to do their first time around. Hell. I bet Scarlett will forget things this go around too." He chuckles at that. "All that matters is that you love and care for that baby no matter what. Let's not forget anytime you need Y/N or I to come by and help, we will. Plus, do you think you'll be a good dad? Don't just say yes. Think about it." Colin leans back in his chair and closes his eyes in thought. I wonder if this is how he writes jokes.

"Yeah. I will be."

"Then you will be."

I simply state before returning to the ever-growing breakfast. It takes Colin a couple of minutes before he rejoins me. "Thanks, Lizzie." "No problem, Mr. Johansson," I smirk at him, making him roll his eyes. "Now, I can finish up here if you want to go and grab your wife. Then I'll leave you two to talk for a minute while I get the girls. Cool?"

"Cool."

"Oh wait, Lizzie." I turn to see Colin holding my phone. "I found this on the steps this morning. I didn't know if it was yours or Y/N's." I take it from him. He could've just looked at the wallpaper and seen whose phone it was. I tap the screen, and it doesn't turn on. The phone is dead. Ah, that's why.

"Thanks, Colin. Do you have any extra chargers?" Colin thinks. "Maybe in the living room? I'll ask Scarlett." I nod before he leaves. _

After Scar and Colin returned, I begin charging my phone before I'm off to find where those two rascals went. After consulting Rose's mom, she said they'd be in Rose's room or her old playroom, which is being transformed into baby #2 nursery. However, they made it pretty obvious where they were when I overheard Rose giggling about Y/N's, and I quote, "horrible form," to which Y/N said Natasha was nothing but a poser earning more giggle from Rose.

I was going to knock and interrupt, but I was having more fun listening in.

"Come on, Y/N, let's color!"

Y/N POV

Hanging out with Rose is sooo fun, but goddamn, it's tiring.

After we made it to her room to get some extra toys, we made it into another room that Rose called her playroom. It looked like a nursery, but whatever the kid was happy, so was I.

For the first couple of minutes, Rose showed me all of her Black Widow action figures. Some looked like Scarlett, while some were scary bad. Rose, let me pick first, and I picked one that looked nothing like the Black Widow we know and love. We played with them for a while. Pretending to go on missions to pretending that our widows were sisters. It was all fun. Once Rose got bored of that, she wanted us to be Widows, so that mainly involved me holding Rose up or her tackling me or Rose making fun of my "horrible form." By the end of it, we just ended up lying on the floor together, coloring in her Frozen coloring books.

I haven't seen Frozen or its sequel, but don't let Rose find that out.

I'm happily coloring in a guy with his reindeer when Rose stops what she is doing and scootches closer to me. I look over at her, and I'm instantly worried and looking her over. She seems concerned and sad. I drop the coloring pencils and sit up to comfort her.

"Hey, Rose. What's wrong?" I try and keep my voice calm to not stress her out anymore. Rose moved closer to me and opened her arms, so I did the same, allowing her to crawl into my lap. "It's okay, Rose. You don't have to talk or anything if you don't want to." Geez, now I'm immediately backtracking in case I said something wrong. "Do you want me to get your mom or Colin?" Rose shakes her head no and lifts her face to me. "Why isn't Uncle Robbie here? He always comes when Aunty Lizzie visits. But now you're here."

Well, there goes my heart. I hear it shattering.

I don't know how to proceed, but Rose is looking at me, and I know this moment will be in her memory for years to come.

"I'm sorry, Rose. Do you not like me being here?" Let's start there. "No. I like you. You're funny and play Superhero with me." I smile at that. "But Uncle Robbie also did that, and now he's not here."

Fucking hell.

I look towards the playroom door as it gently opens. Liz walks in with an apologetic smile. Shit. Did she hear? "Hey, you two!" Liz pretends like she didn't interrupt a meaningful conversation, but I've been picking up on her acting skills. Liz gets closer to us and "notices" an upset Rose. "Rosie, what's wrong?" Rose looks up at me before looking towards Liz.

"Where's Uncle Robbie?" Liz looks at me before sitting down right in front of Rose and I.

"You know how sometimes when your mom and I talk and you get bored because we talk about "grown-up stuff"?" Rose shakes her head, a little confused. "Well, you and I are going to have one of those talks." "About Uncle Robbie?" Liz nods her head. "Is he dead?" Rose bluntly asked, shocking my girlfriend and me. Liz's jaws drops while I cover my mouth. "No, sweetie Robbie is not dead." Liz quickly refutes any doubt in Rose's mind. Rose physically wipes non-existent sweat from her forehead. Colin totally taught her that. Liz smiles at Rose before putting on a serious face.

"Robbie is very much alive in Los Angeles and grown-up time Rose." She firmly says to make sure Rose listens. "Uncle Robbie and I aren't together anymore." I would've phrased this a bit better, but I can see Liz getting stressed from talking about this, so I can give the girl a break.

"Like you aren't getting married like Colin and mommy did?" "That's right, sweetie." Rose moves her head down in thought before she gets up and hugs Liz. "I'm sorry, Aunty Lizzie." Awww. Liz puts her arms around the tiny human. "It's okay, Rose. Everything's fine now." "You'll find someone else to marry." Rose casually drops before turning back to face me. "Thanks for being there for my Aunty," Rose says to me before she turns back to Liz. "Is grown-up talk over?"' Liz nods. "It can be."

Without another word, Rose starts picking up her coloring books and pencils. I watch as Rose does this task with ease before my eyes latch onto my Lizard. She's wiping away a couple of tears that have escaped. In an instant, I'm on my knees in front of her helping her out. "Tell her." Liz husks out to me. "Tell who, what?" "Tell Rose about us." "Me?" Liz simply nods before calling out to Rose. "Y/N has something she'd like to tell you." Rose moves away from her pile of books and comes up to Liz and me, sitting on the floor.

I've never been good at talking to kids, mostly because I have never been around them, and now here I am, having multiple serious conversations with Scarlett Johanssons kid. What is my life?

"Rose, does it make you sad that Auntie Lizzie isn't with Uncle Robbie?" I cautiously ask as I feel Liz's hand work its way up my back, silently comforting me. "If Aunty Lizzie isn't sad, then I'm not sad." I nod and move on. "How would you feel if Auntie Lizzie started seeing someone else?"

"If it's you, then I'd be happy."

I don't know why a kid's approval who has no blood relation to either Liz or me is so damn important, but I'm glad I got it.

"It is me." I smile at Rose, who looks between Liz and I before jumping up and down and then onto us. "Yay! That makes me so happy, Aunty Lizzie! I'm gonna go tell my mommy!" And before we can even stop her, that kid is out of the room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had and fall onto the floor. Liz does the same before she rolls onto her side placing her arm on my stomach. "Still want kids someday?" Liz teases. "I do." Liz doesn't reply, but she does lean up and place a kiss onto my cheek. "You were great with her."

"Really? I feel like I didn't know what I was doing."

Liz just smiles down at me.

"I think that's called parenting." I roll my eyes. "Not for us yet." "No, not yet. You still have people to meet." Liz reminds me, even though I know she's nervous whenever that day happens because I know not long after that, the world will soon know too.

"You ready to get up? Some yummy waffles are waiting!" Liz scrunches her face up, and just as I'm about to answer, my stomach decides now is the time to put on a concert forcing Liz and I to laugh like idiots.

"Come on, let's go!" Liz hops onto her feet before pulling me up too.

"Oh, actually, you go ahead with it being Mother's Day. I should probably call my mom now as opposed to later."

Liz nods at me and gives me an ole sailor's kiss before leaving me in the former playroom.

Liz POV

So did Y/N and I admit that we want to get married and have kids with each other, or am I crazy? Is that why she suddenly needs to call her mom? Also, that kiss that I left her with! I'm not going off to war.

Man, my ovaries are attacking me today...

I close my eyes and slowly breathe in and out, shaking off the thoughts swarming my mind. Once I feel grounded and calm, I make my way down the stairs to an already set-up dining room.

Just as I'm about to comment on how I could've helped set the table, Scarlett comes and pulls me into a hug. "Lizzie! Rose told us the good news!" Why is Scarlett using her fake voice? Also, what good news? "About you and Y/N!" Oh right. "Oh! Yes. Thank you! Rose, are you happy that you got tell your mom and Colin?" I look at the six-year-old who is stuffing her face full of waffles. "Hmm, mmm! Aunty Liz-" "Rose, swallow your food before you talk." Scarlett sternly tells her kid. Rose starts chewing rapidly before swallowing and looking back to me. "Aunty Lizzie, did you hear I'm going to be a big sister to a boy!" "I did, Rose that's so awesome! You're going to be the best big sister!" Rose grins at me before going back to what's most important. Her food.

"Where is Y/N?" Colin looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "She's calling her mom." Both adults go ahh as I join the family at the table.

After loading up a plate for Y/N and myself, I dig in. I could wait, but Rose didn't, so why should I? Within minutes silence has taken over the table. I don't think any of us realized how hungry we were. Even Scar is eating her gross toast.

After swallowing some fruit, I decided to break it up. "So Colin, how's SNL? Planning on staying on?" Colin nods. "It's great. I'm a head writer now. You know it pays the bills-" That earns a hearty laugh from Scarlett that she quickly tries to cover up. "But maybe once the little man over here pops out, that'll change." He points to Scarlett's stomach.

"Anything new with you? I know you just got done filming the Doctor Strange sequel." Do I tell Scar and Colin about the HBO Show or not? Fuck it. "Yeah, I'm going to be in an upcoming HBO Show!" "House of Dragons?!" Scarlett immediately jumps the gun. I shake my head at her before receiving a pity look. "I'm still pissed you couldn't do Game of Thrones because of Marvel." I shrug because it's in the past, and I still watched and loved the show. "I didn't know you were almost in that." Colin looks at me, amazed. "Yeah, add it to the pile of things I was almost in." I laugh to move the conversation along. "So what's the show going to be about?"

"Apparently, it's based on a true story, and I don't know all the details yet, but I get to play an ax murder," I say with excitement. "Holy sh- shoot!" Good save, Scar. "That sounds crazy! I can't wait to see you kill it." Scarlett winks at me and laughs at her own joke.

"Wow, didn't wait, huh!" My girlfriend speaks up as she enters the room to see everyone stuffing their face.

"Rose didn't wait!" I exclaim. "Rose is a child," Y/N says into my ear as she sits down next to me. I see she turned her phone off? "How's your mom?" Y/N looks at me and then at the other people in the room who don't see it. "She's good. She's happy I called." Y/N smiles at me, but she has something in her eyes. "She's seeing Davey today." I place a hand on her back before nodding along. "We don't have to-" Y/N places a hand on my thigh and give sit a squeeze. "Thank you." Y/N begins digging into her food, and I smile because I made the special waffles I made the first night she stayed with me. I look up to see Scarlett already looking at me with a big smile.

The rest of breakfast goes on with some small talk here and there, and by the end of it, everyone is full. Colin talked about how much he loved WandaVision while Scarlett teased Y/N about her love for Black Widow. I made sure remind the other adults know that Y/N has only seen up to the first Avengers, which made Scarlett comment about how much she'll love Natasha in the Winter Solider.

Without meaning to, I'm pretty sure I was giving Scarlett, Wanda's death glare because then Y/N was in my ear telling me that I'm hers.

Scarlett noticed and smirked at our interaction and made sure to ease up on the flirtatious teasing. But this won't stop her forever.

After breakfast was cleaned up and put away, Rose brought down her coloring book and colored pencils for Y/N and her to continue drawing. About half an hour later, Y/N and Rose made some fridge-worthy art. Now I know Colin isn't ushering us out the door, but I know he has something planned for Scarlett's Mother's Day, so we shouldn't intrude.

Scarlett and I had to convince a pouting Rose that Y/N and I would be back. Y/N made a pinky promise to Rose that someday they could have a day together. Rose called it Y/N Day! That seemed to make everyone happy, so we soon gathered everything we needed, including phones, water, and clothes from last night, before making our way to the waiting car.

Y/N POV

How has today already been so eventful? It's not even noon. Is this what having kids is like? Is this what being married is like?

I look to my Liz, who has her phone in her hands, furiously typing away.

"What's up?"

Liz briefly looks over at me.

"Liz?" I ask, more concerned. She clears her throat and looks back at me. "Sorry, I'm catching up on a lot. The HBO show. Some WandaVision stuff. My team is asking me to do Hot Ones next month. Sorry. Let me do this stuff, and then I'm all yours!" She gives me a proud smile before it disappears as she dives back into her phone.

I just nod along. Sometimes I forget how much work her job can be. It's not just filming a thing, and then you're done. There's so much behind-the-scenes stuff. Liz has done a great job at trying to keep it out of view from me. But she shouldn't have to. I'm a big girl. I mean, yeah, I could sit back and look pretty while she handles things, but I don't want her to look or be as stressed as she seems right now.

"Is there anything I can help with?" 

"Not at the moment. But thank you." Liz says without looking up from her phone. Maybe asking her while she's in the middle of working isn't the best time.

Well, while she's on her, I guess I can be on mine.

I turn on my phone, surprised to find it still working. The battery life says it's at 17%, but who knows how much time that actually means-

Wait.

Who are all of these people?

On my lock screen are hundreds upon hundreds of Instagram notifications. Some things from Twitter. Was my name trending? I have dozens of texts from Sam, Max, and MK. Tons of missed calls and texts from unknown numbers. All of this has been in the past hour.

I'm unsure what's happening, but I can feel the blood leaving my body. I feel my throat closing, but at the same time but stomach is telling me I'm going to throw up.

I turn to Liz, and she's on the phone. When did this happen? How long has she been talking?

"Liz?"

She doesn't hear me.

"Liz?" I say louder.

She turns to me, and I see the gloss over her green eyes. She bites the bottom of her lip before she ends the phone call with whoever it was.

"Lizard, please, what's going on?" Liz swallows and puts her head in her hands. She's mumbling, and I quite make out exactly what's she saying. I take off my seat belt and put my butt in the middle seat.

Liz lift her head to me. She's on the verge of breaking. She places her shaky hands into my own.

"Liz?"

Liz's phone starts going off. When did she turn the ringer back on?

"Liz."

The phone keeps ringing.

The more it rings, the smaller this car feels. I look at Liz, and she is so close but so far.

Liz closes her eyes, squeezing a tear down her cheek.

"I- I'm... we've been outed..."

"Oka-"

"They-"

Liz stops.

All of her stops. Her breathing. Her shakiness. Her.

And then she opens her fucking beautiful green eyes.

"We can't be together."

A/N: Hey, besties... So what a good chapter, right? Scarlett and Rose! Colin isn't an asshole. All in all, some good stuff. Nothing stressful or full of drama, right guys?

Part 21

[morkofday]

i find it so ironic how after becoming blind or, simply, disabled, day also turns invisible. suddenly, he's just not there, like it's not he who cannot see but he who cannot be seen.

ppl don't really talk to him, don't address him, barely give him any choices of his own. they talk over him and past him and around him, about him, surely, but not to him. it's like he's not there. he's this huge responsibility, but he's no longer a person. he's left to places like a dog or an object to wait for others to do all the things for him, and then he's just expected to agree with their plans. the same plans that still affect him and his life and future.

no wonder he's so angry and fed up with everybody. he wants to speak for himself. he wants to be heard and seen again. he used to enjoy having eyes on him – as a national athlete, there obviously were many (admiring, evaluating, assessing) eyes on him, and he liked the spotlight. he's obviously very proud of his own accomplishments and it must be frustrating to be suddenly reduced into nothing. like what he did never mattered. like who he is never mattered.

he is just this now. his blindness. someone who can be overlooked bc he cannot see it anyway. he's not far from being dead, as he puts it himself.

-

meanwhile, mork experiences the brutality of being abandoned over and over again. that's his wound. when his sister leaves, the pain gets the loudest, but even outside of that, he's hearing the same thing over and over again.

from what we got to know, no one ever really learned why exactly rung decided to kill herself. i assume it was the guilt over feeling like she failed mork, like she brought him more peril than was worth living for (debt?). she obviously wanted mork to have a good future, but i guess none of her actions ever translated to mork in that way.

to him, rung left after deciding that mork just wasn't worth it. she took "the easy way out" after realizing that fighting beside mork and tolerating his behavior just weren't worth the effort. mork really wasn't making the best choices, but i don't think he was ever "beyond saving". mork just thinks this is how it all went.

and then he keeps hearing the same thing from others:

after being in jail, his friends abandon him even if he took part in that fight for them. he wasn't enough for them to stick around (not that they were actually that good company, but he knew them, spent time with them, relied on them on some level)

porjai broke up with him bc mork was prioritizing his friends over his girlfriend. which porjai points out humorously, as is part of their friendship as exes, but which lands as a stab anyway. "you weren't enough as you are," it says. "you should've done better to not have me leave you."

no one wants mork to work for them bc all they can see is his past mistakes and not him trying to presently correct them. his skills aren't enough to overshadow what he did. him trying to be better cannot erase those mistakes he already made. "you should've been better to begin with," it says. "there's nothing you can do to change that now."

-

ppl keep turning their backs on mork, leaving him behind, labeling him unworthy or simply not good enough. even day's family does this, looking at him once and going, "you obviously do not belong here."

day disagrees. on some level at least, he disagrees. bc mork actually sees him. after all this time, someone actually sees him again.

meanwhile, well. we had that whole montage at the end of the episode to tell us how badly mork wishes to believe that someone is finally giving him a chance to prove he isn't a lost cause, that he is worth something.

-

my expectations for the second ep are that these two are going to learn just how bad it actually feels when someone is able to see you and how hard you will have to work to prove yourself to those who barely wish to listen.

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[qwuilty]

Clockwork - A Postal 1 Dude x Reader fic

Guess who finally got inspiration to actually write one motherfuckers

This is pre-Postal 1, kinda sorta a coffee shop au if you squint your eyes hard enough? More so just a food service setting because he just works there.

Reader is given no gendered pronouns or titles, second person POV, apologies for any awkwardness cause i haven written one of these in a hot minute and thanks to a friend to beta reading when my power went out, gotta love summer </3

It was almost like clockwork.

Work was always long and tedious, it left you heading out in the dead of night and hungry with hardly anywhere open at this hour. It was understandable, hardly anyone was up at this time of day, but you didn’t want to drive home on an empty stomach regardless. 

So you tended to pull into the closest place that’d take you in, a pretty small doughnut shop in a truck stop just a bit down the road that was always there, even if it was pretty stuffy. There weren't that many people who worked so late at night so you usually only saw one guy there when you ordered, he was pretty tall, even when he hunched down so much he was still a bit taller than you were. You didn’t know his name, you asked if the uniforms were supposed to have a name tag or something, but he sheepishly admitted he didn’t like wearing one and especially didn’t like people knowing it, so you didn’t want to press any further than that. 

He had long ginger hair, just about resting on his shoulders around where his goatee was, as well as a fairly strong brow-line and an air of discomfort at almost all times. A pair of sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, maybe to hide his lack of eye contact, though sometimes you could spot his hazel eyes darting around behind them. 

You figured he took these hours because less people showed up, in fact, around this time you never really saw anyone else ordering besides maybe law enforcement stopping by to get something to eat before quickly heading back out. Whenever they came in he seemed worried, almost avoidant and looking over his shoulder more to see if they were going to do something until they finally left.

Still, despite his odd tendencies, you’d started to grow fond of his presence in a way. He didn’t talk too much, thankfully not asking why you always showed up so damn late or why you always got the same thing each time. At first it was a bit uncomfortable to stand there in silence, but you found he didn’t mind you just talking to him while he worked, so you eventually just talked about just whatever was on your mind if he was willing to listen. Shitty customers, some coworker gossip, general issues with management, almost losing track of time until he reminded you your order was finished. 

Sometimes he even spoke up as well, mentioning little bits and pieces of his life, just enough to give you a small peek at himself that you wondered if any others got to see. At a certain point he even memorized your order down to the specifics, it felt embarrassing to realize just how much you pulled into here, but in a way, it was nice to be remembered. 

So, when you showed up one night and saw someone else at the register, it threw you off your rhythm. 

If it wasn’t for them asking what you wanted, you’d stay frozen in thought for a while. They seemed impersonal, just going through your order until you spoke up and asked where the last guy went. For a moment they stopped and then just shrugged. “Hell if I know. Guess he decided to not come in tonight.”

At first you thought maybe he had gotten sick, but after the fourth absence, your mind began to wonder. Had he quit? Moved town? Died? It felt irrational to worry so much about someone you barely knew, but you couldn't just let that thread of your life fall off like that. 

You tried asking his coworkers, but they seemed just as confused as you were. Even the manager said he just kind of left and no one really knew how to contact him, nor were they willing to give out his personal information to a stranger. 

The only other leads you had were shaky at best, one said they thought they might have seen him at a gun shop nearby, the person at the counter there saying he walked towards the outskirts, another recounting him going out to the downtown area a while back, and with work you didn't have much time to pursue it. Should you have been pursuing it at all? He was just a stranger, people quit talking all the time. But with no one really knowing what happened to him, you couldn't help but worry, no matter how much you tried you just couldn't drop it. 

Even on the day off that week, your mind hovered around the memory of him, how soft spoken he was, his mannerisms, how he had long ginger hair just like that guy taking a drag of a cigarette as you passed by.

Wait.

You turned around quickly, damn near giving yourself whiplash to get another look. He had the same long, disheveled hair, huddled in on himself in his own little world. You'd never seen him out of his uniform, but a black trenchcoat felt natural on him. When he looked back down at you, it seemed it clicked for him as well. Your tone was a little rash when you asked where the hell he's been, but he'd worried you half to death. How he just left all of a sudden, leaving you scared for his well being.

He seemed confused, both at your sudden loudness and your concern at all. "I.. I just didn't like working there anymore? I was going to tell you but I figured you'd probably find out anyways-"  Judging by his explanation, maybe he was just used to picking up and leaving jobs without anyone actually caring when he left. At least not to the extent you got yourself worked up to. "I mean like, I'm sorry just- I didn't think you'd like… Care this much?"

You let out a loud exhale, stopping him from talking any further as you dug into your pockets. Thankfully you still had a shitty little pen and a receipt in there, tearing off a bit of it and writing on it before pushing it out towards his hands. "There, now you can call me back and I can actually know where you are if you jump off the side of the world again like that…"

He looked down towards your number, almost mesmerized by it. "Please just… Just keep me updated, okay man? Sorry to yell at you, I was just- I was really worried, okay? I've got some other stuff to do so I can't stay here, but promise me you're gonna call, okay?" You asked, walking out a bit as he looked up. 

"...Promise."

[eshithepetty]

SORRY FOR HOW I DISAPPEARED AGAIN. BUT I RETURN AND I BRING.. THOUGHTS....

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I was going to just reply to it, but, actually - no. this deserves to be its own post. Because YES!!! Yes, exactly!!!! This isn't something that I often see discussed in this fandom, if ever, but I think about it so much. I think @peepee-envy is exactly right. So much of this show is much more metaphorical than you think. All the fantastical stuff really just exists to... amplify the mundane. It doesn't really stand on its own two feet on its own. That's why we never really see the power system explored that in depth, that's why the terrorism organisation stuff is very secular in the story and doesn't affect the world more beyond its focused arcs, that's why buckwild stuff like the divine tree exists and is kind of just treated as normal, that's why the aliens just... show up, one day, and do nothing else. Those are all just footnotes. Just glass mozaics the story puts over the actual messages and character arcs to make them more colorful and fun. We already know that part of the story's presentation is changed by Mob's point of view - Tsubomi, the body improvement club and 100% carried away being the most obvious examples - so why couldn't that extend to more of this universe?

Of course, I'm not out here claiming that every fantastical and improbable thing in this story is just a projection of Mob's imagination or whatever, that would be kinda dumb and not that fun. But what is fun to me is thinking about what it could all mean!! What lies beneath the surface, what we can interpret and extract from these events! Like, as the reply above notes - the big clean up arc isn't so much about Ritsu literally going and beating the shit out of people... because, yeah, that does happen... but if we were to take it through a realistic lens, Ritsu would probably be in juvie rn lmao. No, what really matters here is the drama. Put as short as I can, it all goes like this:

There are 2 siblings. One of whom is noticeably different in how he percieves and interacts with the world, something that starts to alienate him (how do you take this to its fantastical extreme? Make him literally see the world differently (seeing spirits) and having different abilities (ESP) of course!)

Because of this alienation, there begins a rift in how this boy views himself and the traits that make him different (thus: a literal separation between mob and ???%...)

Only, these identity issues are obviously not healthy - the way he's started to reject himself is not healthy - and it, inevitably... ends with him lashing out, in a way that noone expected. And his younger brother, who had seen his brother as his role model up to that point... understandably got hurt and influenced the most. (And this being the story that it is.... that means the hurt and confusion gets made physical. Blood on the asphalt. A shadowy demon, 'something else', beneath your brother's skin)

Thus begin 3 long, suffocating years of neither of them being able to deal with it. One has decided to abandon his every desire and personality trait in the hopes that being invisible will make sure he drives noone else away ever again. And the other takes a similar page out of his older sibling's book, and hopes that by doing just what society tells him to do, being good, being quiet and nice and always accomodating to his brother, will mean he can avoid that trauma repeating. (Only, in this case - the feelings are so much more amplified, by the fact that this is not just hurt - this is death. Shigeo very much almost Murdered his little brother that day. And the both he and Ritsu are achingly aware of this.)

(But noone can bear these burdens forever.)

So eventually... the younger snaps. He's tired of upholding this image of perfection, of intelligence, of helpfulness - he feels like none of what he's done, what he's been, in the past 3 years is true, because it's all been born from fear. So when a crack appears in front of him - a chance to not do that anymore, to be someone else... he takes it. He finally lets himself be flawed. And he finally breaks down. (And in this world where he fears death and aspires literal powers with which to defend himself - this rebellion is exhagarated. He lies and cheats and hurts in the most blatant way possible. He's violent. Because in this world where he fears dying - what's a little more blood on the asphalt? He just needs to know it won't be him next. He accepts all this guilt and sinks into it because he's finally allowed to. Because for once, these feelings and destruction is something he controls. Noone else.)

(He's finally like his brother. He feels, he's finally able to understand him. He wanted psychic powers, because the time his brother fully showed his psychic powers is the time he was truly whole, and he aches to feel whole himself, too. To unmask and become something truer to himself, something that will bring him closer to his nii-san.)

And as for the other... well. There goes the whole rest of the story of Mob Psycho. Shigeo learning to open up. To find friends. To understand himself. To accept his differences. To reach out. To change people. And to finally, be able to mess up, and walk away after it - because it might feel like the worst possible thing in the world. It might feel like he's the worst person in the world, this horrible beast who's just so angry, and who can't stop hurting people, and who suddenly blames everyone around him and is destroying everything he touches as a result... but that's only because he's never allowed himself to take himself into account before. He's never seen himself before, never let himself protect himself before.... and to a person who's lived their whole life in darkness, only candlelight to guide them - the sun would feel like an apocalypse. It's only so overwhelming, because it is so to Shigeo. It's all just a representation of how he feels.

And I just think that's all so fun. It's fascinating... I love thinking about this stuff. And it's also why, I realize as I'm writing this, I've always felt that terms like 'parody' and 'deconstruction' do not 100% apply to all of mob psycho, to what it is as a series.... because, yes, there's definitely elements of both (particularly in the more actiony parts of the series). But at it's heart... it almost leans more into the logic of something like magical realism, where fantastical elements do exist - but they don't explain themselves, and they don't impact the universe they inhabit in a way that people would deem as realistic - they just are. They're there to be a set dressing, they're there to be an allegory, they're there to make it more interesting - but the story was never about them. It was about what lied beneath that fantasy. It's about the humanity of it all.

And it also just makes the story So funny. Like, yeah, guess there's a mind controlling broccoli now in the middle of the town,, why not!! One of my best friends is a green booger, and my father-uncle-brother figure is a scam psychic, and my little brother almost strangled someone to death for me, and one of my classmates want me to be a cult leader.. Also my confession to a girl Literally left 11 dead 69 injured but thats fine !! Etc. etc. I just really like that, jdhdjdhj

This is a story about how even the most special looking people are actually just as normal as anyone else; that the most ridiculous things are just a part of life, that we can find connection in the strangest of circumstances, that life and growing up is awkward and cringe and confusing and!!! It's all just normal. This is life. And I love this beatiful and weird series, with all my heart <3

[muzzleroars]

is it romantic that due to Micheal's slow yet still progressing rot and V2's inevitable soft/hardware breakdown that they will likely die at the same time, both unsure of what comes next for an already half-dead angel/a consciouness without a soul, but hoping its the same destination, leaving behind a structure to be fully reclaimed by nature?

WHAT IF I BROKE DOWN.....absolutely there is something beautiful and romantic about something like this at the end of the world, to have a being slowly consumed by decay with a machine that rusts and slows beside them. and they both know. they see it in the other yet there is a quiet peace in it. they're not alone now, they don't have to fear the unknown as they are both bound for it. there is nothing left for an angel beyond heaven, and there is nothing for an entity that never had a soul to begin with. i think if they were to meet this end, they would live for awhile on the surface together before it happens - they visited often, v2 enjoying it as its home and michael wanting to sun his garden. but as they reach their terminus, i think they would move there with michael saying his goodbyes to heaven and v2 content to never see hell again. just. live in the long crumbled down cities and the forests all around them as they slip away. v2 remains staunchly practical about it, they'll be gone into nothing (not so bad, they won't even know it) but michael prefers to say they'll find each other again, somewhere far gone from where and what they are now. and secretly, v2 holds on to that optimism...after all, a divine being might know better about this.