Elizabeth Olsen and Scarlett Johansson daughter one shots

I can't do this anymore/ EO-SJ

Mom: Scarlett Johansson

Mama: Elizabeth Olsen

Age: 14

TW: ED, SH, THROWING UP.

Words: 4,2k

Buckle up this is a sad and a long one.

If you are triggered by any of this, I do not recommend you to continue reading. Theres always help available and remember that you're not alone!

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"Mama!!" I yelled out hoping for my mama to hear my desperate calls. I'm craving water and am too lazy to go get it myself.

I stayed in bed a while starring up at the ceiling until I heard footsteps coming to my room. The door opened revealing my mom.

"What do you want y/n? Ur mamas busy" my mom said sitting on the bed. I looked at her and she looked right back at me.

"Could you get me some water? I'm really wanting it" I said looking at her with pleading eyes. She raised one of her eyebrows and began speaking.

"Really? That's what the yelling was about?" She paused for a second. "Why not just go downstairs and get it yourself?"

"Cause I'm lazy, and comfortable where I'm laying" I said looking back up at the ceiling.

"Fine, I'll be back in a minute" she said and slowly stood up before walking away, leaving the door opened.

I sighed and started clapping my hands against my thighs in search for entertainment. But sighed as it didn't help my boredom much.

My mom came back with a glass full of water in her hand. She sat down and handed it to me and as soon as I got the grip of the glass I drowned the water. My mom looked at me shocked.

"Okay what? You literally drank that up in less than 3 seconds" my mom declared. I shrugged and handed the glass to her and she placed it on my nightstand.

"Mom?" I said as I was watching the ceiling. I could feel her gaze on me as she spoke.

"Yeah sweetheart?" She said as I turned to look at her.

"Can we watch a movie? I'm kinda bored" I said fidgeting with my hands. She smiled gently at me.

"Of course hun. Let's go downstairs to the living room" she said and stood up, reaching out her hand for me to take to help me out of bed.

I took her hand and we went downstairs together. As I walked past the kitchen I saw mama typing on her computer looking kind of stressed and irritated. I looked at her for a while before continuing to walk behind my mom.

As we reached the living room I literally threw myself on the couch. My mom looked at me with furrowed eyebrows before she giggled a little.

I smiled at her and she sat down besides me. I bit my nails as I turned around to look at her.

"Mom? Can't mama watch the movie with us?" I said as I bit of a part of my nail.

"I mean she's pretty busy but I could ask her" she said looking at my hands. "Hey, and don't bite ur nails baby, it's not good" she said as the took away my hand from my mouth and walked out of the living room to ask mama.

I sighed as I felt the itchiness on my left arm from the scabs on the wounds I'd made myself. I started itching it a bit cause it was really bothering me. But stopped as I didn't wanna reopen them cause i had a white shirt on.

My mom walked into the living room, mama right behind her. I smiled as I saw mama, I hadn't been able to spend much time with her as she was caught up with her work. So I was happy she could take the time to watch a movie with us.