Elizabeth olsen x Fem!reader

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REQUEST

Can you do one where Lizzie has a daughter who got arrested for shoplifting (ironic Ik) and Lizzie gets really mad but after a while she's ok with it. Thanks if you can do it.. it's ok if you can't <3

Warnings: read the request

+ okay so for this I'm making the police station be the one from Brooklyn 99 bcs you gots to love B99!!

Pronouns: she/her

Y/N's POV

You might think that being Elizabeth Olsens daughter, I'm happy with my life. I get what I want, we have enough money to pay for literally anything. Yet you may be wondering how I ended up here in the police station, after being arrested for shoplifting. 

Yes money buys you lots of things but there's one thing it can't buy you.

Happiness

I see it all the time with my mom. She'll get home from a premier, wearing a million dollar designer dress, sit on the sofa and have a mental breakdown. I never know what to do in those situations. I just sort of stand on the sidelines and watch. Helpful I know. 

People have always told me how lucky I am to have a famous parent and have the life that I have. But in reality I wish for their lives. The nice quiet life. Living in a small, but homely, house, in the middle of nowhere. Going to a school where people don't use you just to meet your mom.

I guess that's why I'm here now. I wanted the life with not as much money so I decided to shop lift. I mean every teenager does that. Right? 

I'm dreading the moment where my mom arrives to pick me up. I can just visualise her storming through the doors with a furious look on her face, grabbing my wrist, thanking the officer and walking out in furious silence. I shudder at the thought. 

I don't know how long I've been sat here for but it seems like forever. I can hear the rain hammering on the window and phones ringing throughout the office. I took in my surroundings properly. It smelt like ink and that cleaning spray. Also I think, beans? It was a weird combination of smells but they fit together in a way. There were about seven or eight desks in the room, each accompanied by a cop. I read the little name tags they had on their desks and saw they were all detectives. 

The one closest to me read Sergeant Jeffords. I looked up at the man who was sat at the desk and raised my eyebrows. He was huge. Like three times the size of me and full of muscle. He smiled awkwardly at me and I smiled back. 

I turned my head and caught the eye of a Detective across the room.

She had black curly hair, and was wearing a leather jacket. I couldn't see her name from this far away but she looked like someone I wouldn't want to mess with. I smiled half heartedly at her. She was intimidating even at a distance. 

At that moment the elevator doors pinged open and my mom came matching through them, just as I had imagined. She scanned the room before catching sight of me and heading over. She grabbed my wrists and pulled me away. As we left I waved goodbye to Sergeant Jeffords and he waved back. She thanked the random officer, who brought me in, for his time and then dragged me through the doors.

The car ride home was extremely awkward. We sat in silence and I could feel her angry energy surrounding us. When we arrived home I got out the car and walked inside. As she shut the door behind her, she finally spoke.

"What the flipping heck Y/n! What do you think you're doing, stealing from shops", she whisper yelled. I gulped nervously. For those of you who aren't familiar with my moms anger level. First it's sighing, then it's biting her tongue, then it's using her firm voice, then it's shouting and finally, whisper yelling.

I was in deep shit

"Well?" She said pulling me out of my thoughts.

I shrugged my shoulders and said "I don't know what came over me, I just saw it lying there and then next thing I know I was walking out the shop with it in my backpack".

She rolled her eyes and leaned against the kitchen counter. I stared at her anxiously awaiting my punishment.

But she doesn't punish me. Instead she says "just don't do it ever again, we have enough money you could've just payed for it". I just nod my head.

Knowing me, if i said anything after, it would probably get me in more trouble. I don't really think before I speak. Should probably work on that to be honest.

"Right cmon, help me make the dinner", she said in her normal tone. It shocked me, how fast she got over it. I guess my mom really is amazing, as all her fans say.

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A/n thanks for the request 😩😩 idk what I would've done without it.

Also tysm for 900 views that's crazy! We're nearly at 1k

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