Elizabeth Olsen is an actress and incredibly talented, knows what she wants, she has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect job and life is just perfect. Isn't it?
Then there's Y/N, who is also an actress. Who is still trying to figure out what it mean...
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Y/N POV
"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" I asked Lizzie as she lay in my arms her legs intertwined with mine. We're skipping Halloween to follow schedule for the book)
"I was gonna cook and my family was gonna come over." I nodded and kissed her forehead, "What are you doing?"
I shrugged, best as I could with her still in my arms, "I don't know. My grandma is hosting this year, which she does every year but I don't know if I'm gonna go."
"You don't wanna see your family?" She asked as she lifted her head from my chest and I took in a breath, shaking my head.
"It's not that I don't.. but it's always chaotic when it comes to Thanksgiving. One year the house almost burnt down, the next my gramma cussed my father out, and she hates using colorful language. My mom once fought with my uncle smashing a lamp on his head. The most eventful holiday for my family." All from my previous thanksgivings 😭)
Her mouth fell open as her eyes widened, "what..? Like completely burnt down? A-and a lamp?"
I chuckled and nodded, "The fire wasn't that bad and we contained it but it could've ended very wrong. Yeah, she just.. pow." I made a smashing motion with my hand, "But they were cool again after like three days so... I don't know what they fought for."
She shook her head, and taking in a breath, her eyes scanning my face before using her finger to trace my face, "W-would you wanna have Thanksgiving with me and my family?"
I could see how anxious she was just asking me, I met her sisters last month and they brought up how I acted and treated Lizzie when I was trying to process my feelings for her.
I don't know what happened when I left but I didn't want one bad interaction- if you even can call it that, to keep me from getting to know her family, and I planned on being in her life for a while so I might as well try and get in good with the rest of her family.
I guess my delay in response made her even more anxious, "if you don't want to- you don't have to it was just a-"
I put my hand over her mouth, and she talked muffled against my hand before she went quiet, and she then licked my hand, "Oh, ew hey!" I yelped pulling my hand away and she giggled but she was still anxious. "I would love to spend Thanksgiving with you and your family," I assured her, and she took in a breath.
"Really?" She put her hand behind my neck, playing with my baby hair and I put my hand on her hip, rubbing the exposed skin.
I nodded, putting my free arm behind my head, "Yeah, I mean your sisters already hate me so it can't get any worse than that right?" She hit my chest, "Ow! My boob!" I exclaimed holding it and she looked at me seriously.
"They don't hate you!" She said and I wasn't sure I believed her, she didn't look convinced herself, "They don't.. they're just cautious they don't wanna see me hurt." I pursed my lips knowing I hurt her plenty, "but they will see how much you love me and you'll win them over."
