Hi, welcome. Here you can read one-shots of the reader being Elizabeth Olsen, Wanda Maximoff, Scarlett Johansson, Natasha Romanoff, Wandanat or Scarlizzie's daughter.
Most of the time I'll use she/her pronouns refering to Y/N, unless scripted otherw...
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*Requested by readers*
Warning: Swearing, drug mention and use, car accident and attempted abuse hinted. (It's just a quick hint, nothing too heavy or detailed, but beware anyways).
Also it's angsty, but sort of comforting by the end.
Words: 2.9k.
Age: 17.
Plot: Y/N has more incidents with paparazzi, some more reckless than others.
A/N: Hiyaaa. I wasn't planning at all to write a part two of the previous one shot, but since some of you requested one, here it is. Not gonna lie, it's probably a lot messier than part 1, but as always made with love. And also with the apearence of Mary Kate Olsen, again. Thanks for stopping by to read! Very much appreciated your comments and votes! Hope you enjoy it! See y'all next time. -F.
So far a couple of months had passed since the last paparazzi incident happened. Y/N was ignoring the paparazzi at all costs, as a previous agreement with her mother. As for Elizabeth, she apologized about her own misinterpretations of the situation, and Y/N simply accepted the apology not wanting to further explain why the comment had hit a soft spot on her most recent addiction, weed.
Everything seemed back to normal in the Olsen household, except it wasn't. Elizabeth was going to be away for over three weeks in Europe, doing a press tour from her most recent movie, while Y/N stayed home. But the teenager, instead of using wisely the time she had home alone, decided to spend it with her friends, which of course weren't as good influence as the teenager thought.
That was how the paparazzi brought back to the spotlight the comment of Y/N being a drug addict; after seeing, for two whole weeks, the teenager attending party after party. In which the paparazzi took some compromised pictures of Y/N smoking something that looked like weed roll ups.
Of course, Y/N knew about the pictures all along, but because her mind was so numbed with all the weed, she didn't care about them, at all. Nevertheless, Elizabeth was fuming when she saw them, so after a few quick calls, she decided to confront her daughter, over the phone.
"Hi, mommy... How you doing? How are the interviews going?" Y/N slurred her words, as soon as she picked up the call, on the balcony of a bar.
"Don't 'mommy' me, Y/N Olsen! What do you have to say about those... Wait, where the hell are you?" Elizabeth scolded in a strict tone as she over heard the loud music blasting over the phone.
"Uh... Ho-Home why?" Y/N stuttered, taken aback from the tone of her mom's voice.
"For a 17 year-old I expected a better lie from you." Elizabeth sighed, trying to keep herself from exploding in more anger. "Y/N..."
"Yeah, mom?" Y/N muttered distractedly.
"Tell me you're not on one of those seedy bars in downtown, again."
