On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

Brand Consultant

it's been a minute 😶

🚨 SMUT WARNING 🚨

(whispers dom Lizzie)

Liz POV

If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey, I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey, I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance on me

"Take a chance on me." I sing along to ABBA's words as I dance carelessly around the backyard of the home Y/N and I are renting at the moment.

Since getting up and forcing myself to leave to the comforting arms of my girlfriend and warm bed, I've made use of the autumn morning sun. I've already done my journaling that I forgot to do last night and watered the backyard. There's nothing quite like checking in on plants that aren't yours while blasting your ears to your disco playlist at 8 in the morning.

I smile down at those little green leaves bouncing in the sun before I bring myself inside the lovely kitchen space for my second cup of tea—actual honest tea, none of the Lipton shit.

As I make another cup of green, I can't stop the yawn that forces its way out. I'm used to having a messed up sleep schedule, but after last night's 3am conversation, I'm more out of it than normal.

My night shoot tonight is going to be something.

The last time I had a late night, I made up a game of counting the beers the rowdy next-door neighbors had.

Anyways, I set the kettle down and wandered back out to the back patio. Parking myself in my usual spot, the first seat next to the back door. Sitting in front of me, I have my phone, journal, book, and my cup of green tea.

The book is my personal copy of Evidence of Love, the book about the real-life case I'm portraying in Love & Death. I read it at the start of production, so there's no need for me to be doing it again. Other than the fact that it's one of the few books I have with me, and I don't particularly appreciate reading off any screens. It sometimes drives Y/N crazy. I nod my head along to the rest of Take A Chance On Me before I rest my mug of tea down on the long wood table and grab my phone.

"Did you ask about Thanksgiving yet?"

I look at the words on my screen. It's a text I received two days ago from my mom.

"Going to today," I reply and set my phone down. I haven't not asked Y/N on purpose. It's just we've both been busy.

Plus, Y/N was excited about Halloween first, so I figured I should wait. That and... this would be my first time bringing a girlfriend home... And I don't even know if Y/N wants to come home with me for Thanksgiving. I mean, maybe-

(Thankfully) My text tone starts going off quickly, ending my thoughts before they spiraled even further. I pick up the phone and look at who's texting me:
Scar 🕷️

I cork an eyebrow at the speed at which these messages come through.

One. Remind me not to have another spawn of myself because Cosmo will be the death of me. I swear to God, this kid doesn't stop pooping.

I laugh and grin at the selfie a disheveled Scar sends. It can't be that bad, right? Plus, he's so cute!

Two. Rose saw one of those pop things of Wanda at the store the other day and has been begging me to ask when you're coming back. She misses her Auntie. Are you free?