Elizabeth Olsen, still an actress, still incredibly talented, now figuring out what she wants, and her girlfriend is far from perfect but they're working on it. Together.
Y/N, also still an actress, she knows how to love now- she's still learning bu...
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Elizabeth POV
I hooked my arms under Y/Ns and kissed her exposed shoulder bone, "good morning honey." I whispered to her, and she turned her head in my direction and I kissed her cheek. One of her hands came behind her to squeeze my side and I laid my head on her back.
"Good morning sweetheart." She replied and I smiled a blush filling my cheeks and I was glad I was behind her.
"Good morning, Mr and Mrs insert name." I greeted her grandparents, peeking my head from behind her back so they could see me.
"Good morning dear, how many times do I have to tell you, just call me Val. And you can call that knucklehead Charles." I giggled and nodded as Charles rebutted.
Y/N engaged in a conversation with her grandfather who was cooking in the kitchen and I just held her, wanting to be close to her, despite how close we were last night, and periodically her hand would squeeze me and it made me smile.
"It's good to see you two made up." Her grandmother suddenly said I moved my head so I could look at her, I assume Y/N and I were looking at her with the same look as she chuckled. Gesturing to the walls. "Thin walls."
I'm sure my face looked like a tomato and I hid my face in Y/Ns back, and Y/N chuckled, oh my god. "I am so sorry." I apologized but she chuckled and told me not to worry about it.
I pinched Y/N to get her to stop laughing, but all she did was laugh more, "You're so annoying." I muttered into her back and she giggled.
"So you've said. Many times." I rolled my eyes and let my arms wrap around her waist, and she put her hand on top of mine.
We talked more with her grandparents and ate breakfast Charles made us and I loved how domestic it all felt. I had quickly grown to love her grandparents they were so welcoming, and I loved the playful nature of their relationship.
"I love your grandparents," I told Y/N as she changed the sheets on the bed, and she smiled.
"I'm glad. They love you too."
"Really?" I asked in surprise and she nodded.
"Yeah. You know how happy my grandma was when I told her we were together? I mean she did a happy dance." I laughed, "And my grandfather well.. he's happy that I'm happy, but they both love you, they've told me plenty of times."
I scrunched my nose as I smiled, my heart overwhelmed with happiness, I was glad that they liked me. It was obvious how important they were to Y/N and I wanted nothing more than to be in their good graces, and knowing that they loved me was enough to make me happy.
I heard a camera click and I focused and looked at Y/N, who was holding her phone up pointing at me and I blushed.
