Invisible String (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem Reader)

The Twins

Y/N POV

(AN: Just a heads up, guys. This chapter has mentions of self-harm. I'll make sure to put a warning at the part where the heavy details of it are. Please feel free to skip that if it makes you uncomfortable.)

So...I might have understated my panic about the whole "meeting the twins" thing. Because I had just changed, for the third time, and was currently scrutinizing myself in my bedroom mirror to look for any small detail that wasn't perfect. The first outfit had been too casual, the second too formal, and I hoped that the combination of clothes I had on now managed to meet somewhere in the middle. Just a simple long-sleeved black shirt made of a material that was so soft and comfortable in the LA heat (so comfortable that I made sure to buy one in every color I could get my hands on) with a charcoal gray pair of pants and a jacket to match. Lizzie hadn't given up any orders other than to put on something nice. But did she mean a suit? And if a stuit, a formal one- like the ones I wore for award shows? Or something a little laid back- like the one I wore to the con? Or was I supposed to wear a tux? I've never been to a fashion show before, so I was just going off on whatever foggy memory I could recall in an attempt to remember what some other people had been photographed wearing at these things.

I'm not going to beat around the bush, I'm internally and externally freaking the fuck out, and not just because I was about to meet some of the most famous people in the world, but because I was about to formally meet Lizzie's family. This entire first interaction could set the tone of how they saw me, and if they approved of me being in Lizzie's life. If I screwed this up, I knew I could kiss all of this goodbye and I'd gotten too accustomed to the idea of forever with Lizzie. Not to mention I still hadn't managed to sit down and talk with Lizzie about...stuff...yet. We'd been pretty occupied just being in the same room again after being apart for so long. I didn't want to ruin that by bringing up my shit.

So yeah, it's safe to say that I think I'm quickly losing any little sanity I might have still had. And if I wasn't genuinely terrified I was going to puke my guts up at any second, I would find this kind of funny. I mean, I can go on stage and perform in front of thousands of people without batting an eyelash, but I'm a nervous wreck about meeting my girlfriend's family.

A knock on my bedroom door startled me out of my thoughts, and I quickly turned to see Lizzie's head popping through the crack. "Hey, are you almost ready? The car's here."

I nodded, giving myself one last glance over in the mirror before grabbing my shoes and following the brunette out into the living room. "I think so. Do I look okay?"

I waited, watching with bated breath as Lizzie's eyes roamed over me before those green orbs met my own. "You look as stunningly gorgeous as always, baby."

Letting out a sigh, I dropped my shoes to the floor and proceeded to dramatically stumble around on one leg as I tried to slip my sock on. "I'm being serious, Liz. Am I too underdressed? Overdressed?"

"I can't be serious with you when you're hopping around like that."

Groaning, I planted both of my feet firmly on the floor, ignoring the way the brunette was smirking at me. She was totally not taking this seriously and if she wasn't looking so damn fine in the dress she had on, I might have been a tad bit more aggravated with her. "Liz."

The brunette laughed, crossing the short distance between us to take my face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist that opportunity. You look fine, but you need to calm down and relax a little."

My stomach twisted a little uneasily at her words. Realistically I knew that I should do as she said, but my insecurities were keeping me from doing so. I really wanted to make a good impression on Lizzie's family, and it wasn't that long ago that my name had been swirling around every magazine and online click-bait article with headlines flashing about being cheated on and the numerous lies that had been spread throughout the whole ordeal. There was no way in hell that her family hadn't seen them, or at least did a little snooping around about me when they first found out about us and discovered them. I didn't want them to see me as the girl who'd gotten caught up in all of that drama. I was trying so hard to move past that part of my life. I wanted my fresh start with Lizzie, without any of that tainting our relationship more than it already has by leaving me this absolute crazy mess of emotions and fears. I wanted this meeting to go by so smoothly that I felt like I could cry at this point.