#Scarlett Holding [Images]

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱

Content Includes: Lee Know x inexperienced!fem reader, PRAISE!!, smut, 18+, kissing, 'realistic' sex, missionary, doggy style, emotional sex w crying, possessive!lee know, unprotected sex (don't do it), hand-holding, soft!dom lee know, overstimulation, aftercare

Word Count: 1.3 K

This fic is related to my First!Time February fic with Lee Know, it's not necessary to read it but it will give you more context.

‘Turn over for me honey, I’ll get you ready’

Lee Know gazed down at you with fondness as he gently fluffed the pillow under your hips, gently stroking your naked skin before bringing another pillow for you to lay your arms and head on. 

‘You look so beautiful here on my sheets’ 

He watched your face blush scarlett as you lay face down in the bed, your lashes peeking through the strands of hair brushing against your face. 

‘You say that every time we have sex’ 

A soft chuckle was heard from Lee Know’s chest and the corners of his eyes crinkled in happiness, his hands rubbing the backs of your thighs as he shifted over you. 

‘Because it’s true and I just like how red your cheeks get when I say it’. 

Your muffled giggle against the pillow caused his heart to stir with love as he gently grabbed your right knee and hitched it in a right-degree angle, watching your skin shiver in anticipation. 

‘You okay?’ 

‘Yeah…just nervous’. 

It had been months since Lee Know invited you to his apartment, months since you sobbed in his arms and months since Lee Know whispered ‘I’ll be your first’. 

‘I’ll be gentle’. 

And he was your first boyfriend, the first boyfriend you introduced to your family, the first boyfriend you posted on Instagram and the first boyfriend to say ‘I love you’. 

He also introduced you to the world of sex and pleasure…well, pleasure with another person and not just from fingers and silicone. 

And introduced you to new positions and angles, with a focus lately on him entering you from behind. 

You and Lee Know had attempted the classic ‘doggy style’ before but the angle was too deep, the stretch too wide and quite frankly…it hurt. 

A mutual decision was made to try the ‘speed bump’ position instead, lying flat on your stomach with your right knee angled towards your chest, mimicking your favourite sleeping position. 

A hiss left your mouth as Lee Know stretched you with his fingers, feeling your cum and lube drip out from you from the numerous orgasms he had already given you with his tongue and fingers. 

‘Lee Know…honey…I’m ready’ 

You whined impatiently into the pillow and wiggled your hips in an attempt to entice him, fingers twisting in the sheets. 

‘I know honey, but I’m not-I just want to look at you a bit longer’. 

He positioned himself behind you and ran his hands down your back and over the curve of your arse, admiring the masterpiece in front of him and imprinting the image in his mind for him to jerk off too when the moment arises. 

‘Okay, enough looking and more touching’. 

Lee Know pressed his knees to the bed as he hovered over your body, supporting himself with his hands pressed next to your face, his hair tickling your cheeks and his breath warm in your ear. 

‘Can I put it in?’

You nodded as you moved slightly and braced yourself, lifting your head up to try and look him in the eye. 

‘Please, want to feel you’. 

Lee Know’s smirk was followed with his soft eyes and he kissed your cheek with a loud noise before leaning back, angling the tip of his cock near your entrance. 

‘I’ll go slow’. 

A choked out moan left Lee Know’s throat as you clenched around him halfway, his forehead leaning against your shoulder as he nuzzled his nose against your skin as a means of comfort. 

‘You’re doing so well honey, so tight and warm and fucking perfect, I’m almost there honey’. 

Your groans were muffled by the pillow as Lee Know entered you, the angle was deep and it felt like his cock was filling you out more than it did when you facing him and the sensation was borderline uncomfortable as he bottomed out, knuckles turning white from out roughly you were gripping the sheets. 

Lee Know’s body was shaking above you as he fought the desire to move because your body was tense and your whines and moans indicated your body was overwhelmed from the new sensation. 

‘You’re taking me so well but I need to move okay?’ 

You felt the sensation of Lee Know’s lips pressing soft kisses against your face and neck, his fingers splayed out near your face as he engaged his core. 

‘Mmmm, yeah, just…ahhh…slowly’. 

A shuddering gasp was heard in the room as Lee Know slowly pulled out as he felt your cunt clench around him, a whiney gasp of your name was heard as he SLOWLY thrusted back in. 

Deep pants and husky moans lingered as Lee Know rambled praises in your room and with every sound you made, his heart filled with gratitude and his insides clenched with how much CARE he had for you. 

‘Wait-honey, I want to move, I want to look at you’. 

Your body was limp as you let Lee Know manhandle you and your mind was hazy with pleasure and new sensations, whining his name as he shifted you on your back with the pillow still under his hips. 

‘God, I adore you’. 

Lee Know kissed you lovingly, messily as his hands cradled your face and his tongue swiping into your mouth, his teeth nipping into your bottom lip and when he pushed back inside of you, he swallowed your moan with a sigh. 

You pulled away to hitch your legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders, admiring how beautifully wrecked he looked in this moment. 

His eyes black, hazy and glassy with his shaggy hair hanging over his brow, sweat beading on his upper lip and his bottom lip all plushy-red and swollen. 

‘It’s like you’re fucking made for me honey’ He breathed into your neck, feeling your fingers grasp at his right hand. 

‘You’re mine’ 

He opened his right hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, fingers pressing against yours with every thrust, his pacing becoming more frenzied and self-control failing. 

‘And I meant it when I said I’ll be your last’ 

You could feel rushed and desperate kisses across your face as his precision hit your g-spot every time, feeling zaps of electricity build in your core and travel all the way down to the balls of your feet. 

‘You gave me your heart and I’ll trust you with my soul’ 

His voice was cracking and tears filled his eyes with pent-up emotion and need that sex somehow always made him release. 

Especially when he was on top of you, inside of you and gazing down at you and seeing, feeling the trust and love you have towards him. 

‘And I love you, and I’ll take care of you because you deserve it honey’ 

It was minutes later when Lee Know released inside of you with a whine of your name, removing his fingers from yours as his head settled on your chest and his cock still warm and hard inside of you. 

There was silence as you both recovered and let your mind settle back into normalcy, Lee Know being the first to end the moment when he looked up at you with tear-stained cheeks. 

‘You didn’t cum, did you?’ 

‘No but it’s fine-honestly’

You winced when Lee Know pulled his cock out and you hesitated when he shifted his head down towards your naval, fervently grabbing onto his shoulders. 

‘Please…it’s okay honestly, I don’t think I can handle anymore’. 

Reassurance was felt in his gaze as he rubbed tender circles on your hips, murmuring ‘okay’ with each peck on your skin. 

He pulled himself up and gave you one final kiss, this time it was tender and languid, followed by a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

‘I mean it. I mean every word I say’.

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[romanoffsbish]

A Bumpy Ride

Scarlett Johansson x Actress!R

Elizabeth Olsen (Wanda) x F!R (a blip of a scene)

Request by: 🦥

A/N: I wrote the EO x R kiss as if I was writing a Wanda fic, literally just wrote the imagined scene. | Also, if this is too beyond what you wanted, feel free to request a do over fic. I might’ve gotten carried away.

Warnings: Jealous/Possessive Scarlett.

Smut: Daddy (Top-R), Kitten (Power Bottom-S), Fingering (S), Face-Riding (S) Kinks: Lactation, Praising, Slight Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI

Labeled, please don’t report.

Scarlett wore a wide smile as you guided her through the set of your current Marvel film. This was a nice experience for her, watching as the legacy she had an integral part in building continued on through you, and the others.

It was rather bittersweet too though, seeing images from the iconic movies past, when she was younger and in the fittest shape of her life. Now she wears her post pregnancy tummy pouch with reassured pride, and eats a far less restrictive diet as she holds no obligations to have a widely unobtainable superhero physique.

—

Without Marvel she wouldn't have skyrocketed in her career, and she is beyond grateful to them for that, but she more importantly has them to thank for finding you, and the sweet, domestic life she now lived with you and Leo. The pretty little boy grew in her body, but he shared your likeness, as you hadn't the time to be pregnant yourself, so IVF it was until 2026 when your contract with Marvel was finally up.

When you finally turned to take in your wife after droning on about today's filming, you noticed the deep pout she wore, and you softly pecked it away. "What's troubling you, love?"

"I miss Leo," she confessed quietly, and you smiled sadly at her, the ache in your chest was the same as his smiling face tauntingly flashed through your mind, "Me too my love, I miss his kissable little face, and his sweet giggles at the inappropriate hour of 2am," you kissed her pout away, and smiled as she herself giggled.

"It'll be okay soon, my last scenes today and tomorrow you'll have that important meeting, then we'll steal him back from your moms."

Scarlett burrowed into your offered embrace with a muffled huff, "I miss his baby smell."

"Me too," you snorted as you swayed her body.

"Wait, did you say you had a steamy scene with Lizzie today?" Scarlett's mind finally caught up to your previously uttered words, and that once soft pout of hers slipped into a deep scowl.

You chuckled softly, "I'd hardly call it steamy," your wife however wasn't amused, "It's a kiss."

"A kiss that will create a hoopla of rumors."

"Scarlett," you sighed, it was always the same insecurity, and you'd never get mad at her for it, the fans edits can be quite convincing seeing as how you and Lizzie are literal best friends.

"They have been shipping us since the dawn of time, and that's cause I'm an amazing actress," you subtly reminded her of your profession, the one she shares with you, "Do you know how many men I've had to see you macking with?"

Scarlett shrugged, a silent gesture in attempt to brush passed your honest counter to hers.

"It doesn't really matter either, because I am assured every night when I come home to your loving embrace that you're all mine, and it's not a question baby, I'm irrevocably yours."

"I just wish they'd stop it, you know? We're all married now, with our families in the making."

"Yeah, but also Scar, when you agreed to marry me you knew Lizzie was apart of that deal," you teased her as you brought her into the dressing room so you could prepare for the kiss scene.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, it was the truth, she of course saw Lizzie as family, but she didn't have to like the way the world of Hollywood works.

Elizabeth was your first connection at Marvel as you started filming together, so it was no shock that the two of you hit it off. Then your alliance was set in stone from the moment Age of Ultron hit theaters. People shipped your character with Wanda's, but it was a different era, so the palpable chemistry between you and your new friend was swept under the rug, and it was exchanged for a queer coded on screen pining on your character's ends as she explored the more sellable at the time ship with Vision.

As fandoms do though, they took the shipping a step further and soon it was you shipped with Lizzie. Clips from differing press junkets were stitched together, along with solo interviews where you'd be questioned about the other. Elizabeth and you were platonic soulmates, so it was easy for fans to romanticize your replies.

At the time you were out, you never once hid from Hollywood, and neither had Lizzie, she didn't expressly label herself, but the way she spoke so candidly at times gave her away. So the shipping didn't bother either of you much. But it did bother Scarlett, she had her eyes on you from day one, and once she had you she was constantly afraid you'd leave her for the mutual friend who wasn't still hiding away.

Throughout the years it had only got more and more aggressive, and it infuriated your now wife. It occurred at its peak during a time when Scarlett hadn't wanted to have to come out yet. She was still trying her darnedest to wipe away her forced image as a sex symbol, the last thing she needed was creeps fetishizing your love.

However, after about three interviews with your posse of girls during the Infinity War junket your lover finally lost her composure. Four years of having the love she'd built up with you overshadowed by indecent rumors, well that was enough to drive her to break.

They'd handed the three of you a bin of spicy tweets, and when she was handed one to read about you topping Lizzie she lost it, she glared at the unsuspecting man, throwing the ball of paper at him just before staring directly at the camera as she muttered: "The only person Y/N is topping is me, so suck on that scwitch22."

Scarlett wasn't even embarrassed afterwards, she simply took the spot in your lap, and the interview continued on without a hitch, the tweets were significantly thinned out though. No one wanted to risk another outburst from the shockingly intimidating blonde woman.

"Yeah, as our good friend, not my sister wife," Scarlett eventually huffed after moments of silence, she was too busy watching you change. You looked up to see her arms crossed under her enlarged chest, with her plump lips pursed, and you just could not help but to tease her.

"Well, Leo will one day call her auntie, why not change it to mom?" You dodged her hand as she tried to slap your exposed shoulder, "Y/N, stop testing me, I am still rather hormonal, and unless you wish to be on Snapped, I'd stop."

"A feature on my favorite show?" You gasped with a hand flying over your grinning lips, "You're just the sweetest wife ever my dear."

Before she could actually bring life (or death) to her words you snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a pre hair and makeup kiss. "Stop stressing over the press, you have nothing to worry about, I'm yours!"

The kiss was sickeningly soft, and far too quick for either of your likings, "I love you," you whispered against her lips. "I love you too," she tried to mindlessly chase your lips, but as you pulled away with an apologetic smile she pettily grumbled, "I'm also still mad at you."

"Story of my life," you remarked with a laugh and an indifferent shrug of your shoulders.

Scarlett rolled her eyes at your retreating figure, then after three short minutes stood alone she reluctantly (desperately) followed after you to the trailer for hair and makeup.

Watching you getting into character brought a smile to your lover's face, she adored how you took this role so seriously. Resentments to the rumors aside, she admires the way you and Liz had crafted such a beautiful, long winded story for the fans to devour. Today's scene is actually monumental for the MCU, it's the first intimate confirmation for Wanda and Eliza, so she let her anger go in favor of supporting you.

"You're gonna do great," she whispered into your ear from behind your designated chair, she'd seen your tightly furrowed brows, all she wanted to do was make you feel at peace. You slowly peered up from your script to lock eyes with her through the mirror, and she smiled reassuringly along with her words. "Thanks."

Scarlett nodded, "How can I help my love?"

For the next ten minutes you ran lines with her, there was no reason to worry about her leaking the contents, she wasn't Tom Holland. The woman was a MCU veteran, and knew how to deflect even the slipperiest of questions.

A smirk graced her face as the loosely described kissing scene was up next, she was always looking forward to practicing such lines with you, whether for her film or yours, it didn't matter much; the prospect of letting your costar taste her on you was too exciting.

"Hey ladies."

Speak of the devil...

"You ready Y/N/N?" Lizzie side hugged your scowling wife as she spoke to you with a knowing smirk, "You're a cockblock Olsen."

"Can't have you macking on my woman," she jested, dangerously if Scarlett's glare was to be translated, "She's my woman, remember that."

"She was mine first," Lizzie continued to goad your wife, she would've kept going too, and left you with a monster to drive home with if not for the saving grace of your favorite stagehand.

"Mrs. Y/L/N—Johansson, Mrs. Olsen, the set is ready, and the director sent me to collect you."

Lizzie left with him instantly, knowing when to retreat from a standoff with your wife, and you were two seconds away from doing the same, but your stewing wife stopped your attempts. Her hand swiftly cupped the back of your neck, she pulled you into a bruising kiss, tentatively sliding her tongue in your mouth, unfairly arousing you as she groped your clothed ass. She kissed you until you were near breathless, and mindlessly chewing on her fruity gum.

"Scar," you went to whine, but she traced her thumb around your lips to quell your worries. The lipstick was promptly cleaned off your skin, and a fresh layer was reapplied, it was as if she had never even touched her lips to yours. But the dizzy look in your eye tells her the memory was strong enough without the mess.

For the sake of your career she slid her hand into yours, and guided you to your outdoor set, "Go get em tiger," she winked, and you simply chuckled as she referenced your character's feline tendencies, her silly antics always helped to settle your heart, she was the ideal partner.

Scarlett waved to the familiar director before she settled into your chair, then her eyes zeroed in on the leather jacket they slid over to you, and then she saw the motorcycle. Natasha was always on a motorcycle, it was like her signature ride so she was familiar with the set up for the scene. Scarlett had never been on one though, which now that she thinks of it is rather odd since riding was a leisurely passion of yours up until Leo was born. The Harley taking up space in the garage a daily reminder.

That familiar twinge of jealousy returned to her with a renewed passion as soon as she heard the director call 'action' because then she saw a scene play out that she wanted as her reality.

—~~~~~—ACTION—~~~~~—

Wanda was in the process of slipping on her signature red leather jacket, the one she got (stole) from her mentor all those years ago. As soon as the tight fabric melded to her body you were behind her, slipping your hands just below the chilled fabric to grip her by the waist. Wanda hadn't even a moment to think before a squeal of surprise left her parted lips. With an undeniable strength, and incredible ease you lifted the redhead by your grip on her body, settling her onto the bike, then you seamlessly walked around, hand still on hip, so that you could face her, "You're a bit of a show off..."

"I learned from the best," you sadly stated, a subtle nod to the fallen Avenger who'd trained the both of you into the heroes you were today.

Wanda nodded solemnly, a beat of silence held before you went on, "You ready to go honey?"

You went to step away as she nodded, but the redheads hand shot out to wrap around your wrist to halt you. "Would you judge me if I said I was nervous?" You chuckled softly, but your eyes softened when you realized she meant it.

"Baby," the world rolled off your tongue with a familiar ease, and it successfully made the woman blush, "You've literally flown hundreds of miles above ground without a parachute."

"Eliza," she groaned, her grip tightening at your incessant teasing, "I have control over that."

"Yeah, and this is a walk in the park for me baby girl, I am an expert at this sorta thing."

Wanda bowed her head, a new nervousness settling within her bones as you continued to drop the pet names. "What's wrong Wands?"

The redhead picked her gaze back up, shaking her head from side to side, "Nothings wrong."

"You can't hide from me," you pulled a hand free from her loosened grip, and softly caressed her cheek, her breath promptly hitched, "Eli."

"Mhm?" You smiled innocently, but your eyes shone with an understanding that made her stomach erupt with a soft fluttering. Suddenly your faces were closer, breaths mingling as you both waited on the other to close the small gap.

Wanda felt your hand drift to behind her neck, anticipation built within her as you caressed her heated skin softly. Once your eyes fell to her parted lips she knew it was coming, but in a moment of desperation she surged forward to rush the process along. Her lips pressed to yours firmly, there wasn't much room to move at first as she sought to keep you against her, but when she felt your fingers playing with her baby hairs, while your other hand laid against her hip she knew you weren't going anywhere.

You soon guided the kiss, tilting her head with your firmer grip in her hair you slipped your tongue passed her lips. Even with the kiss deepened, you maintained a softness, exploring her mouth with a tenderness that equated to an 'I've loved you for eons, and I will continue to,' she melted into you in total reciprocity.

"We really have to go baby," you whispered once you pulled away, she panted affectedly while your breathing remained steady enough.

"Why?" The witch whined pitifully, "I don't want this moment to end Eliza, it's perfect."

You smiled in agreement, "Yeah, it was."

Wanda pouted as you spoke of the moment in the past tense, meaning it was over, and so you leaned back in to peck it away, "It'll be even better when we get to a safe house sweetheart."

Wanda sighed, "I'm holding you to that then."

"How about I hold you to me instead?" You teased the witch as your leg flew over the bike behind her seamlessly. Wanda rolled her eyes, but she wore a wide smile that you couldn't see.

Wanda melted into your form as you pulled her body back into yours, your arms slid beneath hers so that you could reach for the handles. Her body shuddered once you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck just before you slid a helmet onto her. "Safety first, Avenger or not."

Wanda giggled, then her hand spun in the air, and a helmet appeared over your head next, "The rules apply to you too, nine lives or not."

You snorted, then instead of prolonging the teasing banter you kicked the stand of the bike up, revved the engine, then shot off abruptly.

—~~~~—SCENE—~~~~~—

Scarlett watched the heady kiss without even flinching, it was a bit of a surprise to her, but she found herself envying Elizabeth's chance to ride on the bike with you more so than the making out. The directors had trusted you enough to actually race around the lot, and when you and Lizzie returned in a fit of giggles she felt the jealousy only intensifying. It was not fair to you, but she only gave you a curt nod when you asked if she was okay, she once again cleaned the lipstick off your face, then left to try and simmer her rage inside your trailer.

"What's the matter now?" Lizzie joked from your side, and you only shrugged, but you'd never struggled to read your wife, the way she had glared at the motorbike as if it had killed her entire family was all you needed to know.

This silly scene here opened you up to a future night full of making it up to your wife. You sighed softly before turning to your scene partner, you watched a grin take over her face as a realization of sorts had dawned upon her.

"You're welcome," she winked before turning around to return to the set, you two had one more follow up scene to shoot, and then you'd have to face your attractively jealous partner.

—

The ride home was radio silent; literally, she slapped your hand away when you tried to fill the tense silence with your favorite playlist.

Scarlett pulled into the garage, a heavy sigh left her lips as she unbuckled, but she didn't speak.

Her door slammed shut, she attempted to race into the house, but you were too quick for her. Scarlett's breath hitched when your hands held her firmly in place, "Now, now kitten, why must you make this difficult by running?"

Scarlett tried to keep her angry front up, but when you manhandled her into the air she lost any semblance of control, you spun her around in your hold so that your lips brushed teasingly as you plopped her onto the Harley backwards.

"Is this what you needed baby?"

Scarlett mindlessly leaned back against the handles, her legs spreading as she did, and you couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of her.

"Such a beautiful, desperate mess you are for daddy, look at you, you're soaked on through."

Scarlett's skin flushed, she didn't need to hear you say it to know it, the lacy, red material was uncomfortably stuck to her skin, and truth be told it had been like that for hours now. Ever since she'd kissed you breathless, and when she watched you handle that scene with a sexy flair she couldn't stop imagining you handling her in a more sinful way. You drove her wild.

"Tell me what you want," you stepped closer to her, ghosting your lips over hers, "I'm not a mind reader baby, but I do aim to please here, so just tell daddy what it is you need from her."

"Can you give me a ride on the bike?" Scarlett was confused herself as the words left her, it was what she genuinely wanted, but you both know she wanted something else much more.

"Oh, I can," you smirked as your lips met hers, "You can ride me however you want Scarlett."

"Fuck," she sucked in a breath as your fingers slid the sticky fabric of her panties to the side.

"Be good for daddy," you coo'd as your fingers trailed teasingly through her folds, she bucked her hips on instinct, causing the bike to shake, so you held her hip down firmly with your free hand, "Relax my love, you know I've got you."

Scarlett's always been super reactive with you, but as she hadn't been touched like this in over six months she was beyond her normal arousal. Her cunt was dripping all over the leather seat, and if it wasn't so hot you might've even cared about it, but honestly the bike needed a polish.

A mewl left your wife's lips as soon as one of your fingers entered her, you kept a slow pace, too afraid to overwhelm her, and even then you still did, she cried out in shock, "I'm leaking."

You looked down, noticing the pebbles of white that left your wife's breasts, she'd only recently stopped breastfeeding your son as her leave was quickly coming to an end. You were truly enamored by the opportunity here, the urge to taste her milk had always been there, but the chance had yet to present itself until now.

"Oh love, that must hurt," you rasped, and the aroused blonde whimpered her agreements as she looked into your blackened orbs, the need you clearly felt for her was palpable, and it only made the sloshing between her legs louder.

You kissed down her jaw, nibbling enough to make her moans sweeter, but not to mar her skin until you reached the valley of her breasts. You sucked harshly, a deeper red blossomed over her hot skin, the sensation only spurred her moans on, and the sound was addicting.

"There you go kitten," you kissed up the side of her sensitive breast en route to her nipple, "Let daddy know how good she's making you feel."

Scarlett nearly toppled your bike over when your lips wrapped around her nipple, the way you curled your fingers just as you began to suckle made her mind go blank, and legs shake. The sound of your delighted moan made her feel an overwhelming warmth, an unexpected wave of pride flooded her chest at the idea that you'd like her milk enough to moan like that.

"Thank you daddy," she clutched tightly to your biceps, curling her nails into the skin for grounding that she usually found in bed sheets. As you moved in rushed kisses over to her other breast you could feel her hips trying to meet your thrusts, shaking your bike again.

"Stay still," you mumbled around her nipple, making her urge to move higher, but even in her dizzy state she still managed to cooperate. In the bed you wouldn't mind, normally you'd encourage her desperate thrusts as you teased her, but this wasn't your usual spot; the bike wasn't exactly the safest place for her writhing.

Scarlett's quick compliance made you beam, "You're always such a good girl for me."

Scarlett smiled dopily, she was a sucker for your praises, her walls clenched tightly around you when you returned her smile. Nothing could ever really describe just how much she loved your beautiful smile, it was almost always all she needed to want to jump your bones.

"Kiss me," she begged, the desperation clear as day when her lip had trembled in anticipation. You didn't waver in your stare as you neglected to give in to her pleas, you instead continued to piston three fingers into her slick hole, curling them every few thrusts, and doing so before you couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her.

"You're close," you panted the truth against her lips as you reluctantly pulled back, if you could you'd kiss her until your lips went numb. She whined, her eyes then fluttered open at the loss of your sensational lips took effect on her. The pleading in the haze of her eyes was clear, she needed you to give her permission, to send her tumbling over that edge. "Go on kitten, come for daddy, mess up my bike like a good girl."

Her back instantaneously arched into your handlebars, the horn being set off as her body trembled, her orgasm had taken it's full effect. You watched in amazement as her arousal gushed around your digits, it was only her first release of the night and she squirted all over.

"Let's get you cleaned up," you whispered as you nibbled down her jawline, soft red marks left behind that you knew would fade come morning, she had a meeting tomorrow after all.

Scarlett was beyond dizzy, your moves turned her brain into mush, but even in a delirious state she knew what she wanted, and she'd get it. You had both always had such high libidos, but with the baby neither of you had the time or better yet the energy to keep up with them.

But in this jealous fueled daze Scarlett was not short on energy, no, only patience. As you went to guide her to the bedroom for aftercare she stopped you, even with shaky legs she managed to shove you down onto the couch, "Lay down, and let me mark my territory," you knew she wasn't asking, clearly you weren't rebutting.

"Thank you daddy," she straddled your thighs so that she could lean in to peck your lips, you saw the way she eyed your top, so as a reward for her manners you slipped it off as she rose.

"Come on kitten, let daddy make you feel good," you beckoned the short circuiting woman forward, and without letting another minute fly by she crawled up your body, her abundant wetness smeared on your skin, and the feeling left you salivating for her essence.

Neither of you felt like teasing tonight, so the blonde plopped her sopping folds onto your face, so you followed her lead, and immediately began to devour her. Raspy, choked moans echoed off the walls of your quaint living room, with how sensitive she was it didn't take long for her to grow sloppy with the way she rode. Without even looking you gripped her hips, now guiding her thrusts, and pressing down harshly to help your tongue reach her deeper.

With your arms wrapped tightly around her thighs you used all your strength to flip her onto her back, the jostling movement led your tongue to press into her sensitive spot just as your thumb showed up to stimulate her clit.

"Oh fuck," Scarlett bucked her hips in sync with your tongue as you continued to fuck her fluttering hole even after her cum shot down your throat, and her entire body subsequently slumped into the lived in couch cushions.

Scarlett's face was serene as she rode out the bliss you'd given her, she tiredly smiled when your lips trailed over her body, tenderness was all that you offered as you kissed over her skin. Lips lingering over the marks she'd despised until you made her love them the way you did.

"Daddy," she groggily whimpered your title, her hands haphazardly reached down for you, and her nails dug into your shoulder blades so that she could pull you up and into her lips.

"You're insatiable Scarlett," you chuckled as she relinquished her lips hold on you, she met your amusement with a smirk of her own, "If you had a smoke show for a wife you'd be too."

"I do," you deadpanned, and she smirked even wider as she winked, "Glad you're self aware."

"Oh, I am, the amount of people that want you is endless," you huffed, a twinge of jealousy to rival hers showing through, but she helped to melt it away with another kiss to your lips.

"We're clearly just Hollywood's hottest couple," she reasoned, "I guess I should have expected all the attention, of course people want you."

"I really do hope you understand that you're all I'll ever want Scarlett," your eyes glistened with happiness, visions of your future with her all you needed to bring you to tears, "You, and Leo are my entire world, nothing will change that."

"I miss him," she reaffirms her earlier feelings, as do you, "Same, I need my bubba butt back."

"But wait, I have a proposal," she mused, and looked to you with a sinful grin and dark eyes.

"I'm listening."

"Well, my meeting won't end until like five, and it's over an hour away to my moms," she spoke with feigned exasperation, "Why would we pick him up tomorrow near his bedtime? That's just irresponsible. We should let him sleep, and use our bonus night off for an overdue date."

"Hmm," you hummed, pretending as if you were actually thinking over her sex coded offer, "I could just pick him up in the morning," you didn't mean it, but you'd never give up the opportunity to tease, and neither would she.

"Nope," she popped the p, and smirked up, "You're coming to the office baby girl, and we'll be taking your bike so no room for the baby."

"Oh, we are now?"

"Yeah, you are my guinea pig for the day as we test out our newest products, I didn't tell you?"

"No, you most certainly didn't," you grumbled, and climbed off of her, she went to protest the loss of your warmth but she didn't get the chance as you threw her over your shoulder.

"If I'm your guinea pig tomorrow, then you're my cum dump for the night," you threw her down onto the mattress, smirking as her dilated eyes widened at your promise, and so you winked. "What? Might as well use our free time wisely."

Scarlett smirked victoriously once you turned away to collect your strap, her plans for a full weekend now coming to life before her eyes. Leo's return will likely be postponed, it's a good thing she already confirmed a Monday pick up.

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[razzafrazzle]

average gay friend group

[image description: a drawing of four original characters, scarlette, rowan, pam, and gordie, posing for a photo together as the sun sets in the background. scarlette, a tall and fat androgynous pale-skinned vampire in red, is smiling and waving behind rowan. rowan, a tan-skinned human in yellow and orange with round glasses, a large nose, and chipped teeth, is doing a peace-sign gesture in the front. pam, a light-skinned human in blue with a tired expression and poofy blonde hair, is hunched over behind rowan and holding a book. behind them all is gordie, a pale blue ghost child who is shyly poking her head over pam's. end id]

[delicate-luv]

Two Become One ~ Chapter One

Summary: Eddie Munson, The lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin, stumbles into you in an unpleasant circumstance. After you discover some hidden secrets about one another, an unexpected factor will come into your relationship. You will have to learn to love in a short period of time.

CW: Minors DNI, 18+, smut, p in v, alcohol, death, fights with boyfriends, drunken flirting, smoking, minimal/no use of y/n, i think that’s it?

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Big thank you to my friend, V, for helping me out!

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You and your best friend, Scarlett needed a night out. You needed a break from the whole world after you and your longtime boyfriend, Ezra, had gotten into a huge argument a couple of days ago. You hadn't spoken to him since. And on top of that, you were mourning the loss of your father who passed away only a few weeks ago. Your night off from your hair dresser job was well deserved.

You put your hair in a high ponytail, and put on a white slip dress with red ribbon detailing.

You weren't at all a fan of metal music by any means. In fact, you hadn't listened to it a day in your life. You knew a white stain dress wasn't particularly in dress code for a metal concert, but you wanted to feel good about yourself for once and dress up. You and Scarlett only went because you wanted a night out and saw a poster for a band called 'Corroded Coffin' that would be playing at the local bar.

Halfway through the concert, Scarlett left with a random hookup. You stayed behind and watched the show. A bunch of metal heads were moshing in the small bar area. Apparently this 'Corroded Coffin' was the hot new band.

You decided to listen to the music from all the way in the back, not wanting to get involved in the mosh pit and the crowd. You honestly debated on just walking home at one point. However, the lead guitarist caught your eye. Seeing him play the guitar and sing really made you flush. Is this awakening something in you? You had always had a thing for the good boys. And the man who was right infront of you, currently perfectly a cover of 'Sex' by 'Motley Crue' was certainly not a good boy. You watched the way his hair looked as he head banged and moved his hands up and down his guitar, and it was like he was moving in slow motion.

After the show, you stood outside the bar waiting for a cab when all of a sudden a familiar person turned the corner. He had a cigarette in his mouth. He smelled strongly of smoke and cheap cologne. Nothing like what Ezra smelt like. But it was new, it was refreshing, and most importantly, it was hot. You stood next to him for a few moments, not knowing if you should say anything.

"You want a smoke?" He asked, his hand reached out with a cigarette.

"Sure." You didn't know why you agreed. You had never even smoked before. "Thanks."

He lit it for you and you deeply inhaled the smoke. Holding back a cough, you couldn't help but think of how furious Ezra would be with you right now. That image in your mind made you smile. You did it out of spite.

"You're the lead guitarist right?"

"Yeah."

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"Were you lost? The beauty pageant is that way." He joked, but when he saw you didn't laugh back, he gave an awful attempt to blow it off. He leaned up against the brick wall. "You don't look like you listen to metal. You are dressed way too pretty."

"You're right. I don't. I came with my friend Scarlett and then she left and-"

He interrupted. "I don't care."

You rolled your eyes in disgust.

"To clarify, its not that I don't care, I just don't want to hear your life story."

Wow. He was a real asshole. That definitely clarified everything.

"Anyways...your band is really good."

"Thanks."

"What's your name?"

"Eddie."

He was very short with you.

"So your band, who are they?"

"Wow, so many questions, sweetheart. Gareth is the drummer. Jeff, who's my bassist. And there is Vince, the backup guitarist."

You nodded. "Sounds like you've got yourself a good thing going here."

"Yes, we do."

You watched as he blew out cigarette smoke. You had always hated smoking, thought anyone who did it was disgusting. And there you were, smoking with a member of a metal band, in a dark alley. You looked down and put the cigarette out, realizing it had a phone number on it. You decided to slip it into your purse-you might need it later.

It was obvious you two had almost nothing in common. The conversation was about to come to a close. But you couldn't have that happen. A part of you needed to have him in your presence for a moment longer. You blurted out. "My dad died."

"Damn." It was obvious he didn't know how to react.

"I only came for a good time tonight."

"I'll show you a good time." He adjusted his stance. "You wanna get drinks? After we finish a set, we get free drinks at the bar." He looked up off the ground and looked into your sparkling eyes.

"I shouldn't. I have a boyfriend."

"Whatever, pretty girl." He stood up straight and headed back inside.

In a moment of impulse, you caught up with him just as he was about to head inside. "Wait, one drink wouldn't hurt."

You were right, one drink didn't hurt. Except for the fact that you had three.

"You're drunk, sweetheart." He ushered a glass of water to your lips, in an attempt to get you to sober up.

"I know, and it feels great!" You stumbled around the bar. "I hate Ezra!" You screamed out.

Eddie wasn't originally drunk, but his band started to play beer pong. The bartender had already cut you off, so you were content with just watching. No surprises, Eddie was really good. In no time he was about just as drunk as you were.

"Whooo!" He stood on the bar table, cheering.

"We're all drunk! I love life!" Jeff stumbled around.

Eddie jumped off the table and walked right up to you.

"What's your game, pretty girl?"

"My game? I wanna take you home." You shouted over the loud music in a drunk haze.

He leaned towards you and gave you a long kiss. "Let's make that happen then."

You lived with Scarlett and knowing her, she would already have a hook up there. So you decided to go with Eddie to his place. Eddie had his van there, but god knows how drunk he was. There was no way he could drive. He ended up calling a cab to take you to his home. You arrived to a trailer park and when the clock had just hit 2:37 a.m.

"This is my home. Home, sweet, home." He sarcastically said as he opened the door. He was stumbling around, trying to find the light switch. When he found it, you both squinted until your eyes adjusted to the light. "You know, y-you look alot better in the dark."

"You're still an asshole when you're drunk." You laughed slightly offended, neither of you would remember this in the morning.

"Are you ready for an after party, princess?" He took your hand as you both stumbled into his bedroom.

“Mhm.” You mumbled as he slithered his hands around your waist. His lips sloppily clashed into yours. As you kept kissing him, you felt something harden in his pants against your thigh.

Your lips still on his, he crashed onto the bed. You sighed as his hand made its way up your dress, his fingers dancing against the edge of your lace panties. You both needed each other. Badly. Eddie’s breathing began to pick up as he slid the soaked panties down. He threw them onto the floor next to the bed. He pulled away for a moment to unbuckle his belt, his black jeans falling to the ground. He kicked them off and placed them beside him.

You laid on your back, Eddie placing one hand underneath you. You pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard, leaking dick.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You whined as he slowly glided into you.

“Mmm.” He moaned, beginning to pick up his pace. “You have such a pretty pussy, princess.”

He threw his head back as you let out a louder moan, gripping a fistful of sheets. His free hand then made its way to your clit, beginning to play with it. His movements quickly became sloppy, so he must be close.

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry.” You managed to mumble out, trying to focus on getting close yourself.

“Holy fuck-” he groaned under his breath as you felt him coming undone inside of you.

[winniethewife]

You Can’t Always Save Everybody.

(Miguel O’hara x Spidersona!Scarlette Web)

Holiday Special

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

A/N: A break from the regularly scheduled updates for some holiday angst. Takes place in the same universe but before our story takes place. Image By @joycemelanee1 on twitter

Words: 435

It was the first Christmas after Miguel had died. Valentine had been invited to stay With Peter B. and MJ, they had just recently gotten married (for the second time) but despite their newly rekindled love they were more than willing to take in a stray with nowhere to go for the holidays. After dinner, on Christmas eve, Val wandered over to the window that looked out on the city, it had just started to snow, and she couldn’t help but think about last Christmas.

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Valentine Looks around the room trying to spot Her husband, they had been invited to this Christmas party By the member of a band that was under the same management company as Miguel’s Band “Scarlet’s Web” the place was packed and the music was loud but that was relatively normal for her, Just as she was about to give up and call Miguel to figure out where he was when her spidey senses started to go off and she turned around to see Miguel sneaking up on her with a grin on his face. She gave him a smirk.

“Nice Try Tiger.” She laughs as he looks at her and snaps is fingers.

“Darn, Chiquita. Your pequeña araña abilities always get in the way of my fun” He says with a laugh. He pulled her in close holding on to her waist. “Well not all of my fun.”  He says flirtatiously.

“Whatever do you mean? I don’t think I’m getting in the way of any fun.” She says sarcastically. He laughs.

“No, No of course not. Mi Esposa es el alma de la fiesta.” He says flirtatiously as he grabs her hips sways against her, causing them both to laugh.

“Mi escandaloso marido, causando conmoción.”

“Hey, who you calling escandaloso? Eh?” He chuckles while leading in to nibble on her ear. “Chiquita, Que linda mi niña” He whispers as he continues to move with her in time to the music, their own private dance in the corner of the party.

“Merry Christmas Tiger.”

“Feliz navidad querida”

“You okay Valentine?” Peter B. asks, She had been standing at the window watching the snow fall for a while.

“Hm? Oh yeah…Just a little a haunted by the ghost of Christmas past.”

“I get that. If you need anything…I’d like to say I’m the ghost of Christmas Present. But really that’s just because my presence is a gift.” He winks at her and she laughs.

“Thanks. I’ll be there soon. I promise.” She says before looking out on the snowy scene of Earth-616B.

Won't you bring back my baby to me?

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Translation

pequeña araña: Little spider

Mi Esposa es el alma de la fiesta.: My Wife is the life of the party

Mi escandaloso marido, causando conmoción: My scandalous husband, causing a commotion.

Chiquita, Que linda mi niña: Little one, how pretty my girl

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Tag: @femmeanonymelives

[oneshotnewbie]

Reader gets a really heavy nosebleed on the set of the black widow. Its so much that she feels dizzy and fainty. Florence takes care of her and then Scarlett comes and they both take her and watch her when the other is currently on set because they worried

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"Y/n, you´re bleeding." Florence stated and you looked at her confused; not remembering that this sentence or an uncovered injury should occur in this scene. But when you noticed shortly afterwards that something warm touched your lips and started to flow over them, you realized that she wasn´t referring to your character, but to you as a person.

Irritated, you put a few fingers under your nose and without further ado looked at the blood that was now beginning to collect on your fingertips and drip down. Scarlett quickly got into the problem and walked to one of the people behind the cameras to borrow some tissues. Skillfully, she held it under your nose and laid her other hand on your neck; massaging slow circles into your skin.

"That´s flowing pretty hard, babygirl." she said softly, a hint of concern in her usually calm voice. The blonde nodded in confirmation and took more paper towels from the packaging that the redhead had given her seconds ago.

Slowly, an uncomfortable warmth began to spread through you and your vision began to double as the faces in front of you blurred. Your heart started racing and your legs tingled, causing numbness soon after.

"I am getting dizzy." slipped from your lips before you tried to find something to steady yourself in the blurry image; your fingertips digging into Scarlett´s forearms. "Hold on, let´s get you to your trailor."

Florence nodded and firmly placed her hands on your hips to keep you upright. Walking slowly forwards and stopping every now and then to change the handkerchief at your nose, the two tried to distract you with unnecessary facts, knowing that you have a phobia of nosebleeds and blood in general.

"Think you can do those few steps?"

You shook your head tentatively and wrapped your arm around the blonde´s shoulders for more support. "She´s getting really pale." she stated and looked worried at the older one who hurried to move into your trailor. "She´s losing an awful lot of blood."

Scarlett bent down to slip her hands under your armpits to pull you up. The tight grip on your hips left you and Florence hands wandered to the middle of your back as she cupped your leather jacket to gently push you up.

Your feet grazing the carpet, both women had each grabbed an upper arm of yours and dragged you onto the couch to sit on. While the blonde ran back out to get you some ice for your neck to stop the bleeding, the redhead tried to calm you down and open an bottle of orange juice for you.

"Are you okay? Can you talk to me so I know that you´re still with me?"

You breathed heavily as you tried desperately to get the panic and fog out of your head to think of a topic that you could bring up without it being to tiring for you. Keeping your voice low and taking deep breaths during each word, you started talking about her daughter´s birthday party, which you were invited to.

While Rose and her friends released their energy in the previously rented trampoline hall, the adults had plenty of time to contemplate about God and the world while a bottle of red wine was shared between Florence and you that ended with her and you playing basketball competitively and not managing to throw one single ball even remotely into the designated basket.

Scarlett grunted out loud as the evening´s images came flooding back; she had to chase you both across the hall and drag you into her car by the collars of your shirts because you both wouldn´t listen. "Yes, that was the first and definitely last visit there."

The harsh and loud squeak of the door startled you both from reminiscing and a completely out of breath blonde stepped into your field of vision. Without hesitation, she quickly walked up to you and wrapped the cooling packet in a towel before throwing herself onto the couch, placing it on your neck and holding it there.

"Do you have that often? Such heavy nosebleeds?" the blonde was concerned about the amount of blood you had she and pulled the stained paper towel from your nose to see if it was still flowing. "I often have minor bleeding, but never such a heavy one."

Both were relieved to find that only a few drops came out of your nose- the ice had helped. "Did you perhaps saw a doctor because of it?" you shook your head slightly and took the small bottle from Scarlett´s hands, which she held out to you. "Here, drink this. You need the sugar so your body can slowly recover from the bleeding."

Another look under the sheet confirmed that it had stopped completely and both woman breathed a sigh of relief. Florence put her free hand around your shoulder and pulled you back onto the couch with you in her arms.

You closed your eyes from tiredness and exhaustion and wrapped your arms around her waist. Everything was still spinning in front of your eyes, but you knew that the worst was over and you didn´t have to be afraid that you had to go through it alone. "Try to relax a little, sweetie. We´re here with you, we´re taking of you."

[jordanraye47]

Headcanons about my favourite characters (yk who my fav is but whatever stfu /respectfully) [some ANSGT for y’all depressed people] ITS SO MUCH IZZY OMFG

Izzy is Scarlett’s younger sister. Idc if the order of seasons don’t let it make sense. Scarlett has older sister energy so I decide that they are sisters.

Noah has dyslexia. He loves to read and won’t let dyslexia stop him‼️Like his sisters see him with the same book for 3 months bc it takes AGES to read one

did I forget to mention that? He’s the youngest of ALOT of sisters (inspo from @deadmxnsparty on TT from the fic Stakes)

I have SO MUCH on izzy I need one list js for her so I’ll try and put a few on this one.

Her hair gets really really messy and often covers her face. So she ends up having to manually hold up her bangs if she has to look someone in the eyes or smth cause her hair covers up her eyes.

She canonically has psychosis, and being a pretty expressive and hyper person, it’s easy to get overwhelmed with emotions. So regardless of how many psychotic attacks or breakdowns she has, she never gets a full grip on how to handle them. So it ends with her running away from whatever situation she’s in so nobody sees her, and so she doesn’t hurt anyone.

NOAH AND IZZY ARE BEST FRIENDS BC I SAID SO

Just like Duncan, I think Izzy has some family that’s in the police or involved in it. So she’s definitely familiar with law and punishments. But she’s also really good at getting away with it.

Imagne if like Scott Izzy and Scarlett were siblings 😔 izzy would be a farmer lmao

I CANNOT FIND OUT IF SHE IS SCOTTISH OR IRISH ISTG

she wears crocs, attack me

She is not allowed in the kitchen alone. During cooking challenges on TD, she’s either js put to the fucking sidelines or someone it put on duty just to make sure she doesn’t fuck up.

got recruited by the FBI and/or army. She’s smart and strong like ??????

omfg I’m so bloated rn fuck my uterus

COURTZZY HCS (my pookies)

its js criminal x lawyer so she KNOWS the law, she just dgaf

regardless, she tries to help Courtney w work whenever she needs it. She probably has no idea what she’s doing but she tries helping at least, and she’s js happy when Courtney is. So like if Courtney passes an important test or smth, she js goes along w the excitement, even though she has no idea what’s happening.

and speaking of school n shit; Izzy dosent prioritise school, nor focus much on it. Especially compared to Courtney. But shes smart, enough to understand that Courtney is passionate about it. And as much as she likes bothering Courtney and hanging with her, Izzy’s quiet when she thinks Courtney needs silence to study, or just alone time in general.

IOTSSSS😈😈 (the angst is going hard rn. REREADING THIS IT SOUNDS SO DEEP AND LOWJRY POETIC IM PROUD) I wanna make this into a fic😔

Man the survivors guilt is CRAZY‼️🙏

Like she has Eva but the feeling that she had the opportunity to change the outcome still lingers. Like why didn’t she argue with Duncan enough to not let Noah stay

It’s not that she thought Noah wasn’t able to protect himself, but he didn’t. He didn’t exactly know how to fight, and he couldn’t sass his way out of death.

Duncan had to practically force Izzy along when they walked back. The danger of the island hadn’t properly gotten to her then, but if it had, she wouldn’t have let any of her friends out of her sight for a second.

She wasn’t strong enough to protect everyone, but she’s convinced she could’ve done better. And maybe Noah, Courtney, Owen, Lindsay and everyone else could’ve made it.

Like I said, the survivors guilt is pretty rough after a fucking massacre ykwim?

And she was 16 when this happened. And so was everyone else. And regardless of age, nobody should’ve gone though that, alive or not.

Her relationship to things associated with the death of her friends are definitely weird. Like when things like showering and drinking water felt like tasks. Like watching the water from the tap run for 10 minutes cause the image of Noah’s dead body in the water, surrounded by his own blood, wouldn’t leave her alone.

She felt disgusted by herself when she avoided water like the plague. She refused to leave the house, even to just go out with the trash or pick up the mail.

The neighbours across her father’s apartment used to come to her door and ask for her parents. They complained about how loud she was when she was outside by the playground when she was 10. Their jaws would probably drop if they saw how she’d changed.

She found herself on multiple occasions, talking to herself. Just to make sure she still had a voice. She hadn’t talked in ages. And even if she did, it was only to her siblings maybe once a week, and maybe a word or two to her parents if they were lucky.

Even after turning 17, the mentality and maturity stayed the same. The memories of that island never faded. But the others did. She had a few videos and pictures on a digital camera, and that was the best preserved memories of her friends. She was afraid that if she lost these, she’d forget their voice and face.

[izzylovesyou2022]

Poetic Love~ Mat Barzal (pt 1)

TW: none

"Wild nights - Wild nights!

Were I with thee

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!"

Calliope Scarlett Black had never been what someone considered normal. This didn't surprise her--poets, after all, were not normal.

Her tangled half-red, half-brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun as she paced the living room of the house where she lived with her best friend since three years old, hockey player Mat Barzal.

Her green eyes fluttered over the book she'd been holding and her hands tightened on the binding, trying to memorize this latest poem.

"Futile - the winds -

To a Heart in port -

Done with the Compass -

Done with the Chart!"

Her hand waved out to the side as she threw her head backward, half out of frustration and half out of dramatics. Memorizing poems wasn't as easy as people thought. Even if one was only doing it for a youtube channel, like Calliope was.

She paced by the couch once more and sounded out the first stanza of the poem again. Her eyes narrowed in consideration as she let one part of the book slip from her hand. The first stanza had been memorized--good, now for the second stanza.

She closed her eyes and brought the image of the words to her head. Picturing strong wilds and rushing waves and stormy clouds.

She shouted out the second stanza perfectly and then picked up the book to look over the third stanza.

"Rowing in Eden -

Ah - the Sea!

Might I but moor - tonight -

In thee!"

She dropped onto the couch with one arm swung over the back and closed her eyes, panting even though she'd done nothing really tiring. Physically, at least.

"I don't think you've found a poem you haven't memorized yet, starshine."

Calliope's lips twitched in amusement and she opened one eye to see Mat walking in, wearing a green hoodie and black sweatpants. His eyebrows were quirked upward and a smirk tugged at the edge of his lips.

"I've been memorizing poetry since we were 10 years old, Mattie," she answered back, slamming her book shut with something like finality, "I haven't had a poem lick me yet."

Mat patted the top of Calliope's head, chucking at her loud grunt and the hand slapping his own away, and sat next to her, tucking one foot underneath him.

"By the way, that more sounds out of place," he said, then, seeing how her eyes narrowed at him in confusion, he added, "that line about might I moor-tonight-in thee."

Calliope carefully placed the book onto it's spot on the coffee table and shook her head.

"No, not m-o-r-e, Mattie, it's m-o-o-r. It's a British noun meaning "an expanse of open rolling infertile land" but it can also mean that you're anchored. What Emily Dickinson is talking about is anchoring her ship into the sea and staying there."

Mat should have been used to it by now--Calliope had been raised in a literature family and had been studying poetry for years--but, how could one get used to the amazement of a friend knowing so many words and definitions?

"I can't see why anyone would want to do that, starshine," he admitted, draping an arm over the back of the couch, "the sea is so unknown."

Calliope didn't look up from her phone, but her soft laugh could easily be heard by Mat's keen ears.

"That's exactly why she'd want to be anchored there, Mattie," she said, finally catching his eye, "it's the unknown that's exciting! It's the thrill of the wild and the adventure to come that makes a person shiver and wonder!"

Mat sucked in a breath at the look in her eyes but didn't show--outwardly, at least--that he held anything more than amusement for her poetic rant.

[natsbaby]

I Do

Pairing: Entrepreneur!Scarlett Johansson x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: with your current rocky relationship with the love of your life and long time girlfriend, you’re trying to salvage what is left but only after a fatal accident did Scarlett realize her mistake

Warnings: car crash so reader being in the hospital, some flashbacks on their relationship, some curse words

A/N: phew this was a long one! I initially released I Do and hated it so now I finally got the chance to redo it so hopefully this was worth the wait! I wanted to change the basis of the story a bit, but keeping the main storyline as well (i think)! Thank you guys so much for being really patient with me since I’m finishing up college and job hunting <33 hope you guys like this one!

Christmas has always been your favorite time of the year, it held a lot of fond memories in your life you tend to look back to. You adopted your first dog as a gift by your parents as a child, you started your first ever job on December a few years back, and you met the love of your life in a party hosted by a mutual friend during the holiday season. Sadly while it held your fondest memories, it now holds your saddest ones as well.

“I left the files for the deposition on your table okay?” You start as you pack up your things into your bag while your best friend, Lizzie Olsen. She hums in acknowledgement as you rapid fire last minute tasks or reminders. “Oh and I left your Christmas gift too, Merry Christmas Lizzie”

She chuckles as you suddenly stop your actions to give her that cute dopey grin as part of the greeting. She walks up to you, hugging you while patting her hand on your back gently. “Thanks Y/N/N, enjoy the holidays okay? Let me know how your trip with Scarlett goes”

You sigh sadly as you hug her back, pulling back and smiling softly at her. Your mood shifting as you remembered your conversation with Scarlett the night before. “I think the trip won’t push through”

“What? Why?” She asks in shock as she holds you by arms length. “I thought this was your gift to her? And how you have plans there?”

“Well yea but..” you trail off, shrugging. “She said she couldn’t miss a really important meeting set on the 27th and the trip is from the 23rd to the 2nd of January. The wifi there does suck honestly since its in my parents’ old cabin in the mountains… and she didn’t want to negotiate”

Both Lizzie and Scarlett knew how much solace that place gives you especially with the kind of work you have as a lawyer and her as an entrepreneur. That’s why during your first few years in your relationship, you both would go there for the holidays as a breather before the hell that is the first quarter of the year comes. Sadly as of last year, things had gone rocky with the sudden growth in your careers.

“Oh sweetheart” Lizzie cooes softly as she watches your defeated form sadly. She leads you to sitting on you chair as she leans on the table, changing the topic so you wouldn’t get as sad anymore. “How’s Scarlett? Still busy with her skincare line?”

“She’s still in the testing stage but she said the probably found something that would help them stand out from the competition. You know how she is” you say while fiddling with your fingers. “I’m happy for her though, she deserves success after working on that venture for years”

“But you also deserve to have an emotionally present girlfriend, you know” Lizzie says softly and sincerely as she takes your hand in hers, gently rubbing the pad of her thumbs across your knuckles knowing you’d eventually pick at your fingers due to the nerves.

Okay yea that one definitely hurt, the gutted feeling digging a hole in your heart even further. It’s been hard for you and Scarlett lately because ever since she had that eureka moment to start a skincare line, she became emotionally absent. She spends a lot of her time trying to perfect the formula and making the brand image she desires. The spark between the both of you started to flicker, threatening its death at any moment where things could end just like that. You had your own suspicions on why that was the case ranging from just complete and total devotion to make this venture work, or the possibility of her meeting someone new who’s more aligned with her desires from the company. But you knew her, she’d never go that far and she’s just really working hard… right?

“Y/N..?” Lizzie asks softly, effectively bringing you back to earth as she gently wipes a tear away with the pad of her thumb. “Oh sweetheart, you can stay with me and the boys for the holidays if you want. Scarlett’s not gonna notice if she’s gonna stay holed up in her office the whole holidays”

You chuckle waterly at the teasing tone because it is something she’d do and has done once or twice, but you sniffle as you grab a piece of tissue from your bag and clean yourself up a little.

“It’s fine, she’s still my girlfriend and I’m sure she’d make time for me before and after that meeting of hers.” You start as you stand up, picking up your bag and placing the shoulder strap on your shoulder as you smile at Lizzie gratefully. “Thanks Lizzie for the offer, but I’m gonna make the effort to make it work this holidays.. even if it’s only one sided, i love her after all, you know?”

“Yea of course” she starts as she pulls you into a hug one last time, gently caressing the back of your head as your body physically relaxes at the touch. “Take care on the way home okay? The snow’s starting to fall again so the roads aren’t as safe right now”

“Yea yea, I’ll be careful” you chuckle as you pull back from the hug, waving goodbye as you head to your car parked in the basement parking of the really nice building.

As you start to drive home, you start to think about how your once loved relationship with the woman of your dreams came to be. You still remembered the times where Scarlett would actively skip meetings just so she could surprise you before your cases, wishing you luck as you tend to get incredibly nervous before each trial. She even flew in from Copenhagen just so she could watch you conquer the first trial in your career, ready to cheer for you as you won that case and made partner a few months later. You couldn’t remember what the very first fight was, but you knew that was the last time you’ve seen the Scarlett you fell in love with and it breaks your heart to think what if she doesn’t love you anymore or her meeting someone new.

You sigh heavily as you stop by the red light, gently placing your forehead against the wheel as you try to stop your overthinking. Before you could dwell into the situation further, you hear the familiar text tone causing you to look over at your bag that’s sitting on the passenger’s seat. You lean over a little, digging around and grunting as you hear it ring again.

“Oh come on you lil shit” you mumble annoyingly as you lean in further so you could get a better look, but your bag tips over so the content falls out of the floor, along with your phone. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me?”

You sigh in defeat and frustration as you unbuckle your seatbelt so you could grab your phone on the floor. As you read the message while getting back up, you suddenly hear a really loud screeching and a lot of screams from civilians in the area. Before you could do anything else or process whats going on, a huge truck comes speeding down the streets of Manhattan and collides against your side of the car. The impact pushed your car a solid 2-3 blocks down the road, immediately blacking you out as it was an almost direct hit.

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[around the same time as the accident]

“The revised samples and packaging should arrive here at the headquarters before New Years so someone should pass by here so we could have it tested and reviewed by the 3rd of January or maybe the 5th” Scarlett says with authority to her employees as they conduct their last meeting of the year.

Scarlett has always been the kind of person that’s a perfectionist, especially if her passion lies on it. While she can be a rather demanding boss, she’s also fair to her partners and employees; she always makes sure that they’re all well taken care of as long as they’re under her care. With some years in the making and only a half a year till launch, she has been working nonstop to ensure that all their hard work will pay off in a few months.

“Well that is all, thank you everyone for your time and see you after the holidays” the chair dragging and varying Christmas greetings fills the room as Scarlett slides her laptop into her laptop sleeve, and taking her phone out to see if there are any important messages that was sent in during her two hour long meeting.

“Ready for the holidays and some hubby time, Johansson?” Robert Downey Jr asks in a teasing tone, causing the blonde to scoff slightly with a roll of her eyes.

Both Robert and Scarlett decided to get into this venture together a few years back since Scarlett owns a rather famous business consulting firm with a variety of companies in her belt and Downey owns and co-owns a lot of pharmaceutical companies across the country, soon the world. With their combined resources and knowledge (and honestly money), it was not a surprise by their competitors that they’d get into business together.

“We plan to stay in the city for the holidays this year, I told Y/N about the 27th meeting we couldn’t miss with the investors and she… well tried to understand but I don’t know; we fought” Scarlett explains as she doesn’t look up from her phone, replying to some of her important messages.

RDJ hums in thought as he grabs a snack pack from the back of the meeting room that has all the snacks for Robert to feast on. “Hmm that sucks, she was really looking forward to it this year specifically”

“What do you mean?” Scarlett asks as she briefly looks up at Robert as she watches him open his blueberries and pop one in his mouth, shaking her head before mumbling a ‘no thanks’ on his way after being offered some.

“Isn’t it tradition for you guys to go up for the holidays? This year has been hard on the both of you career wise so I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted to go really badly this year” he shrugs in thought as he leans against the table as Scarlett sits back on the swivel chair she was sitting on for the meeting.

“Yea well she knew how important this is, but I promised to make it up to her” she says, albeit a little reluctantly, in her defense.

“You don’t sound so confident there” he teases softly as the both of them chuckle, but he also sighs softly as he places down the finished wrapper on the table. “You’ve been neglecting her, Scar.. everyone could see it. Make it up to her this Christmas okay? You both are made for each other and I don’t like my two friends fight”

“Robert..” Scarlett starts before RDJ cut her off with a slightly raised hand.

“I’m not here to give you relationship advice, but Olsen told me about Y/N recently.. I think you should talk to her and go from there” he says as he gets up, throwing the wrapper in the bin. “If you want, I can deal with the investors so you both could go up for the holidays.. treat it as my Christmas gift for my favorite lovebirds”

“Are you sure? You know how much of an asshole those investors are” Scarlett asks worriedly causing Robert to laugh at her warning.

“Oh come on Scarlett, you’re not the only self made billionaire here” he starts with a smirk. “We both handled crap investors on our own before working together, I think I can handle them. You haven’t had a vacation in years, let me help out a little you workaholic”

Scarlett stares at him for a moment, waiting for him to break and regret his decision but sighs gratefully as she gets up, hugging her best friend who quickly hugs her back. “Thank you, Y/N will be really happy to hear”

“Anytime Scar” he mumbles but quickly pulls back as Scarlett’s phone starts to ring violently. “Sweet jesus you need a new ringtone, that always gives me a heart attack”

“Sorry” she chuckles as she takes her phone, looking at her phone curiously at the unknown number before answering it. “Hello?”

“Is this Ms Johansson?” The woman on the other side of the phone asks before starting again as Scarlett answers a quick ‘yes, speaking’.

“This is the Manhattan General Hospital, your girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N has you as her emergency contact. She just got into a fatal car accident and…”

Thankfully, Robert was there to catch the very pale Scarlett and took over the phone call as all kinds of thoughts run through her mind. How badly injured were you? How fatal are we talking about? What was your last conversation with her and does she have any regrets?

The weight of the situation suddenly falls on her shoulders as Robert ends the call, quickly holding onto her shoulders as he looks at her firmly.

“Scarlett you gotta listen to me okay?” He pauses for a moment, nodding slightly as Scarlett slowly nods in understanding. “Okay we’re going to the hospital now, don’t pass out on me okay? Everything will be fine, she’s a fighter. Now come on, let’s go see her”

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The sterile smell of hospital could make anyone nauseous, Scarlett included but this time, her cause of nausea is the thought of the love of her life leaving her. Sadly they couldn’t see you just yet, which means Scarlett’s already bad anxiety just got shot through the roof and maybe around the orbit a few times. The deep rooted sense of dread just clouds Scarlett’s judgements which forced Downey to deal with the doctors and nurses as she paces around the private waiting room she demanded as she wanted complete privacy for what has to come.

“Scarlett, you’re gonna burn a hole sit down” he coaxes Scarlett gently as she shakes her head no. “Your pacing won’t make the doctors work faster, you need to be calm and collected when we see Y/N/N so come on”

She sighs in defeat as she slumps down besides him. “I’m so scared”

Genuinely speaking, Scarlett was never the kind to get nervous or be afraid of things, its why made her a great entrepreneur. When it comes to you however, anything is possible and that scares the crap out of her.

Robert sighs softly, gently patting her back gently. “I know, we’ll only know when we talk to the doctor but for now we should just hope for the best.. do you want anything to eat? Drink maybe?”

“Do they have vodka in this place” she mumbles under her breathe while leaning forward, resting her elbows onto her thighs so she could rest her chin onto the palms of her hands while Robert laughs at her slight joke, getting up and stretching.

“Okay I’ll try my best, text me if the doctor comes and I’m not back yet, go ahead if ever okay?” She just hums back in acknowledgement as RDJ leaves her alone to her own thoughts.

Scarlett has heard of people spending their time regretting decisions or wishing things were different when a loved one suffers from a life threatening situation and she knew that first hand when her grandmother died as a kid, she was close with her grandparents who took care of her and her siblings whenever her parents were out on business meetings. Her grandmother was a beautiful old woman, mind, soul and body, and spent a lot of her childhood looking up to the older woman despite her devil-child tendencies with her twin brother. The woman taught her how to be vulnerable for the right people while her parents taught her how to be the best entrepreneur/business woman she could be so it was like someone ripped a part of her heart when she heard the news of her grandmother’s passing. She wished she spent more time with her grandmother, especially the day before when she had to raincheck an afternoon with her because of after school curriculars. She thought that would have been her greatest pain, not realizing you’d take the icing off the cake easily considering your last conversation before today.

[Night before the accident]

“You’re overreacting, Y/N! Of course I want to go but I just don’t have the time!” Scarlett tries to explain as you walk out of your shared room and head to the kitchen where you grabbed your favorite vodka, cracking it open and chugging straight from the bottle.

Both you and Scarlett had tough days from work where you had to deal with a failed trial and Scarlett’s supplier delaying the delivery of the first batch of products for another month. Stress radiated heavily off the both of you so it was only matter of time before one of you snapped, apparently it was you who was first to break.

“I’m not overreacting Scarlett! I told you about this trip months ago and you said we’d go! It would have been the first time in a year or so! Please, I’ve been trying to make time for the both of us may it be a trip out of town for the weekend or just a movie night, but you’re just too busy in 24/7 meetings or already asleep by the time I’m home!” You yell out exasperatedly as you slam the bottle down at the counter as Scarlett turns red from rage and her hands clenching into a fist by her sides. “It’s like I have a roommate, not a girlfriend!”

“Well at least roommates can leave you be to do whatever and not force you to go out of town when they know there’s something important in the city!” She yells out in frustration, close to throwing a chair across the room if need be. “GOSH! you’re so clingy it’s driving me insane! If you want to go to your parents’ cabin for the holidays then be my guest! I’ll be staying here, enjoying my time away from you!!”

The rage you feel in this moment was nothing you’ve ever felt in your years of walking this lifetime, but also the tight grip on your stomach and heart you felt in this moment could rival any heartbreak your past relationships caused 5 times over.

“Okay fine whatever! Screw you Scarlett Johansson, screw you!” You yell out, grabbing the bottle as you walk out of the kitchen and to your shared room, slamming the door closed.

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[Present Time]

“Miss Johansson?” The doctor asks Scarlett, effectively bringing Scarlett out of her thoughts as she stands up abruptly.

“U-uh yes that’s me, is Y/N alright?” She asks worriedly, wringing her hands from the nerves.

“Thankfully she made it out, although we did lose her a few times so we’d have to monitor her a while to see the effects it has on her brain” the doctor explains as he leads Scarlett to your room. “She might wake up soon so you may see her and wait”

“Thank you so much doctor, I really appreciate it” she says gratefully as she shakes the hand of the doctor, waving goodbye before facing your door. With a deep breathe, she gently turns the knob of your door and opens it to reveal you staring off at the window, your focus off at the distance.

“Y/N?” She asks, more shocked to see you awake already than the damages the crash caused you. You’re currently sporting a cast on your left arm as it was closest to the impact, and a few bandages littering on your face and a long strip of gauze wrapped around your head.

“..I’m sorry.. who are you?” You asked in confusion with a slight tilt on the head as you readjust your arm that’s currently on a cast, but hissing in pain at the sudden movement.

“W-wait I’m sorry I’ll answer your question in a bit but don’t move okay?” She quickly goes up to your side, gently assisting you to make sure you’re comfortable. “You don’t remember me? Scarlett?”

“Wait.. you’re Robert’s friend right? The entrepreneur?” You ask with a slight smile on your lips.

“Uhm.. gosh i’m too scared to ask this” Scarlett mumbles her breathe before asking the thing she’s dreading the most. “what’s the last you remember?”

“Robert’s Christmas party in 2010.. i think?” You trail off slightly as you try to remember, but groaning in pain as a migraine starts to develop.

“It’s.. 2021 now, Y/N” she says softly as she sits on the bed with a decent distance between the both of you while calling for the nurse using the call button on your bed. “You have some catching up to do”

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“Home sweet home” Scarlett says as she helps you into your shared home, Robert trailing behind the both of you with your bags.

The doctor did confirm that you do have a mild case of amnesia and it would take some time for your arm and the wounds on your face and head to heal, and for you to get your memories back. Both you and Scarlett thought it would be a good idea to just continue whatever routine the both of you have in hopes to bring back at least some bits and pieces.

You knew [past] Scarlett was the kind to be confident, cocky even so it was rather shocking for her to be really careful and shy around you. Even when you jokingly mentioned it to her, she just shrugged saying she’s always been like this around you and that’s not completely wrong. To tell you the truth, she feels horrible that the last thing you both talked about was the fight and her being a bitch to you. She promised that she’d make it up to you, and it’ll start with your healing.

“Thank you so much Robert for the help” Scarlett says gratefully as she takes the bags from him while you take a look around, taking in your new/old home.

“Anytime, I’ll email you any updates. You sure you wanna work at home?” He asks as he quickly looks behind Scarlett before looking back at her, speaking in a soft tone so you wouldn’t hear. “The investor’s meeting is the day after tomorrow”

“I know” she starts, sighing softly as she crosses her arms in thought. “I have to make it up to her, I can’t lose her again. Besides, I’ll answer in case of emergencies so feel free to use it”

“Or treat this as a vacation already” he teases gently, but understands the situation entirely. He knows in his heart and mind that if this was his situation and it was his wife who got into the accident, he’d do the same.

Greeting you both a farewell and an additional hug to Scarlett, he bids his goodbye leaving the both of you in your home. Scarlett sighs softly after closing the door, gently resting her forehead against the door and closes her eyes in thought. “God if you’re listening, gosh help us please”

“Uhm.. I’ll go take a shower if that’s fine” you mumble shyly. “But I think I need help wrapping my cast so it doesn’t get wet”

“Ah right yea of course sweetheart, come on” she gently says as she lets you go ahead while she goes and grabs a plastic bag for your cast.

She knows you keep them in a drawer in the kitchen but she silently curses her memory because it seems like you moved it.

“Gosh where the hell are you” she grumbles as she opens some drawers and finally decides to check up the cabinets.

She leans up, aimlessly feeling around until she feels something velvet and square-ish. Out of curiosity, she takes it from its hiding spot. Upon inspection, she realizes that this specific box was something she never saw before so you probably own this box.

“Why are you here..” she wonders out loud before realizing how she’d never check that place, considering she can’t cook for shit and with how busy she is.

She chuckles softly at the thought and how smart you are before slowly opening it to reveal the most gorgeous ring she has ever seen in her life, causing a soft gasp to escape her lips unintentionally.

It’s a gold band with a small diamond at the center with both your and Scarlett’s birthstones at either side, shining bright under the fluorescent lights. She slowly walks up to the country while taking the ring out of the box, inspecting it closely to realize that there’s an engraving on the inner band which is the date of their first date. With shaky hands, she tries to put it on her finger and of course it fits perfectly and of course it looks absolutely beautiful on her hand.

The sudden tight grip on her heart and bottomless pit in her stomach becomes really intense as she realizes that you wouldn’t remember any intentions of proposing but what hurts more was how she finally pieced everything together. No wonder you wanted to go to your parents’ cabin for the holidays, you had intentions of proposing there where you both told each other for the first time that you liked each other and wanted to get together. The regret she felt in that moment made her lightheaded as a sob escapes from her lips.

A tear first runs down her cheek, then a second, then shortly after more falls down her cheeks as the weight of the whole situation finally comes crashing down. She finally realizes how much she has neglected you over the past year and how you’re still trying your hardest to make it work. Sobs wreck through Scarlett’s body as she tries to keep quiet by placing a hand over her mouth, the ring shining mockingly with how stupid she actually is. In that moment, she vows to do everything and anything in her power to make it up to you and it would start right now.

“Scarlett? You okay?” You call out from your room causing Scarlett to jump in surprise, quickly removing the ring and placing it back in its box and its hiding space.

“I’ll come back for you some other time, for now I gotta win my girl back”

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“Hey Scarlett?” You ask while browsing through the photo album you both have. She quickly looks at you, then walks up to you to see what you’re up to. “When was this?”

It’s been a few days since you came back from the accident and you both have been adapting really well with the situation. Luckily, you’re very slowly starting to get your memories back so progress is progress in your book. You were helping (well, as best as you could with a cast) with cleaning up the place since today’s Scarlett’s investors’ meeting so she’s been too anxious to let Downey do it on his own despite the experience. You thought since the penthouse looks like a pigsty, she could use the distraction and cleaning up would be a good bonding activity too. #WinWinForEveryone.

Scarlett thinks for a moment as she looks at the photos. She sits down besides you on the couch with a respectable distance between the both of you. “Oh this was taken somewhere in 2011 I believe, you just won your first trial after law school”

“I finished law school?” You ask shyly, knowing you were on the brick of dropping out by the time you met Scarlett. She chuckles softly at your shy demure before nodding fondly at you.

“You definitely did, totally crushed the lawyer you were against that day” she smiles softly as she recalls that day with you.

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[2011 - 1 year into your friendship, not yet romantically together]

“I declare the defendant on this case, guilty on 3 accounts of murder. Case dismissed” the judge hits his gavel three times, signaling the end of the brutal case you just won your first case as a baby attorney for the state prosecution office. You quickly say your congratulations to your client and dealing with the other necessities before leaving the courthouse to be greeted by a great surprise who’s currently leaning against your car. “Scarlett?”

“How’s my favorite attorney?” She asks with a proud smile as she holds up a small bouquet of flowers for you. You chuckle softly as you quickly walk up to her, jumping into her arms as she holds you up and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“I thought you’re in Copenhagen right now?” You mumble as you nuzzle your face into her neck, breathing in her sweet vanilla and lavender perfume she always wears.

“Came home early to surprise you, couldn’t miss my best friend’s first trial win after-all” she mumbles as she tenderly presses a kiss on the top of your head, holding you close into her arms as you cling onto her like a koala. “You tired?”

You hum yes in response as you sigh softly, completely slumping against your girlfriend as you finally get to relax after a brutal 5 hours in court. “Thank you for coming”

“Hmm anytime, my ever so brutal prosecutor fri- OW! Okay okay take 2, my bestestfriend ever”

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“Ever since then, you had a few more cases where your firm eventually made you the fastest and youngest person ever to become partner” she explains as you flip through the photo album and by this time, you’re resting against Scarlett’s body as she holds you close with her arm over your shoulders.

“Hmm what about this?” You ask as you point at a photo of the two of you in a restaurant with the biggest grins on your faces.

“Ah I took you to the UK once for your birthday” she says as she motions the little double decker bus sitting on your shelf with the other knickknacks from your trips together. “You know, you tried spotted dick for the first time that week?”

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[2017 - 7 years into your friendship, 3 years into your relationship]

“Scarlett I swear to God! Are you seriously not gonna tell me where the hell we’re going?” You groan in exaggerated agony as Scarlett chuckles, tightening the blindfold behind your head.

“Don’t look or you’ll ruin the surprise, it’s a surprise and you like surprises right?” She waits for a moment before humming in approval at your slow nod. “See, so come on I’ll take care of you and will make sure you don’t trip”

“Okay good cuz I don’t wanna embarrass myself by falling face first in the airport” you grunt in response, your mood quickly changing as Scarlett presses a soft kiss against your lips. You smile into the kiss as you kiss her back, melting into her arms as you try to deepen it but sadly she pulls back making you scowl. “Unfair”

“I know I know now come on” she rolls her eyes fondly as she leads you into the airport and after checking in for the both of you (and quietly explaining to customs that you’re not being trafficked across the globe and in fact about to have the greatest surprise in your life), she finally leads you to the travel board and places your ticket in your hand.

“Okay you can open your eyes now” you quickly make work with the blindfold, allowing your eyes to blink rapidly from the brightness of the board.

“Okay what-“

“Look at the ticket in your hand” you look at her curiously and look down to see in fact that there is a plane ticket in your hand that says you’re doing to London. Complete shock and disbelief was your initial reaction especially because you’ve been saying nonstop about how much you wanted to go but never had the time. Then eventually your excitement starts to kick in as the realization finally sank in, allowing yourself to bounce on the spot while glancing up to the flights board and back down to your ticket to see if this is real.

“Oh my god Scarlett…” you trail off, honestly speechless with the whole ordeal so you just started to cry. You couldn’t help the tears start to fall down as she chuckles fondly at you, wrapping her arms around your waist as you sob.

“I know how much you’ve wanted to go to the UK, well Europe generally, and eat all the sweets available so this is my birthday gift to you! We’ll spend your birth week there so eating anything and everything you want so.. happy birthday baby” she explains softly, gently wiping your tears away with a soft smile.

You sob harder as your tears continue to fall down your face before cupping Scarlett’s cheeks gently, looking at her with all the love you could muster in your tiny excited body. “Gosh I love you so much”

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“We ate so much food that week you know” she chuckles in amusement as you giggle back. “I thought you’d explode from trying to keep your giggles in when you tried to order the spotted dick”

“So.. it’s not a real spotted dick?” You pout in faux disappointment as Scarlett laughs at that.

“You said the exact same thing” she says laughing as you slowly grin at the sound, sighing dreamily as you look at her with heart eyes. “I wish I could remember it”

“I could always take you back you know” she smiles as she tucks a stray strand piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah I’d like that, might help with the memories” you tease lightly even though there’s some truth to that.

“We can go to Copenhagen if you’d like. Honestly, been some time since we last went out of the country together so it would be fun” you hum in thought at her confession, looking back down at the photo album as you go through it in silence.

A comfortable silence falls over the both of you with Scarlett watching you as you try to remember some old memories. This gave Scarlett the chance to look over you for the first time in a really long time. She noticed how much more defined you jaw line became this past year or so since you started going to the gym as a stress reliever from work.

She still remembers the day you told her and how she made a bet with you that you wouldn’t last a year, you definitely won that one. She notices also how your eyes lost its sparkle, something she never realized would happen considering how you always had this childlike innocence and curiosity in you. All these differences made Scarlett realize how much she did neglect you and your needs, furthering her guilt. While this may sound selfish, there’s a side in her that wishes for you to never remember the night of your fight. Who knows though, she might be lucky.

“You okay?” You mumble softly as you turn your head so you could look at you. “You’re watching me rather intensely there”

“My apologies” she says softly as she gently caresses your cheek with the tips of her fingers causing you to blush. “Just wondering where the time had gone, that’s all”

“It says here in the album that the UK trip in 2014 was our last trip together” scarlett nods in confirmation, allowing you to continue your train of thought. “Why didn’t we go back? Got too busy?”

“Well..” she trails off as she tries to articulate her thoughts. “Yes basically. We got really busy with me and my skincare line and you being partner, but we always made the effort to go to your parents’ cabin every Christmas so we could catch up”

“We do that?” You ask softly, your heart melting at the thought of you spending your holidays together like that. “That sounds nice”

“It really is honestly” she admits with a soft smile. “But honestly this past 2 years or so, we’ve been.. well”

“Let me guess, fighting?” You ask, chuckling softly at Scarlett’s shocked reaction. “I kinda had an idea we didn’t had a good last interaction before the accident, you were very careful around me and I just pieced it together”

“I- well yea basically” she sighs heavily as she leans back against the couch, rubbing her templates gently. “It was my fault honestly. I was a complete douche to you and you still stuck around.. I don’t deserve you”

“Tell me how it started” you mumble, hoping for Scarlett to tell the story to which she does.

“Well.. it didnt start out bad, but eventually it became really petty honestly”

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[2019 - 9 years into your friendship, 5 years into your relationship]

“This is nice” you mumble as you cuddle in front of the fireplace in your parents’ cabin. Scarlett hums back in content as she presses her lips against the top of your head, causing you to snuggle deeper into her arms.

You both just got into the cabin that same day and have been here for a total of 3 years consecutively now, and it’s honestly been a dream. Whenever you guys enter the clearing where the cabin’s placed, the weight of work automatically lifts from your shoulders and brains.

“Honestly I think I’d enjoy this a bit more if my skin wouldn’t get so dry from the cold” you sigh sadly and pout as Scarlett chuckles.

“You forgot moisturizer?” She asks, genuinely curious as you’re the kind of person that isn’t very picky with what you do to your face with the lack of time you already have for yourself.

“No I think I just need a different one that’ll work for the cold temperature” you chuckle to yourself before groaning a little. “Gosh such small problems for such minor things yet it makes such a difference, how annoying is that?”

“Hmm don’t worry, I get you” she chuckles softly, nuzzling her face into your hair as she enjoys the quality time you’re both having. That was, before Scarlett had her eureka moment.

“Hey baby.. I have an idea” Scarlett says as she looks at you, causing you to shift so you could look back at her without straining your neck or leaving her hold on you, urging her to say it. “I think I’ll open my own skincare line”

“Your own skincare line?” You ask curiously. “Well.. you starting a new business venture isn’t new but a skincare line? When all Korean skincare products are already competitive as it is?”

“Think about it” she starts with a grin. “A skincare line that’s clean, simple and can be incorporated into anyone’s existing routine, might be worth looking into”

“Yea I think so too, but you’ve been dealing with technological ventures lately, do you have any idea how to handle a skincare line?” While you’re genuinely asking and coming from a place where you’re worried it would become another failed venture like that crypto-gaming idea Scarlett had last year, but for some reason this just made Scarlett snap.

“What does that supposed to mean?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t think this would work out well?”

“What-? No of course not I’m just saying you don’t have the credentials for starting a skincare line considering you’re starting from a completely different area” you try to explain your case but it seems like this just made Scarlett even more pissed, irrationally so.

“This isn’t like that crypto game you know” she mumbles as she scoots back, the warmth of her embrace quickly being replaced by the cold temperature.

“Yea of course sweetheart I know that but I’m just worried that if this fails, you’d be really crushed and I don’t want that” you try to say as calmly as you could but to Scarlett, this didn’t sit well with her which caused her to roll her eyes in disgust and get up.

“This won’t end badly, just you wait”

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“It was my fault honestly” Scarlett says sadly. “I think I was still really stressed from work so I took it out on you that night”

“Based on what you said, I feel like I should apologize also” you sigh sadly as you close the album, placing it on the coffee table as you turn so you could properly face her. “Knowing me, I probably came across as defensive or trying to rationalize it when I should be supportive of you no matter what”

“But you did everything right” she starts as she takes your free hand with hers, kissing the back of your hand softly. “You’ve always been good to me, way more that I deserve and I just realized too late that you didn’t deserve all the crap I gave you this past year”

“We’re a team, Scarlett” you say as you scootch closer to her. “Even though my memories are still blurry, I know in my heart that I love you and only you. I should have been more supportive but I think what matters now is what we should do from now on”

She looks into your eyes to see if there’s any genuine truth to that and lo and behold, the same spark that she fell in love with is back and that made her smile lovingly at you. “I promise for now on, we’ll be a team no matter what. I will always love you, even if we both came from hell in work”

You giggle at the silliness of it, but smile back just as lovingly at her. “And I promise to always support you unconditionally, no matter how insane your ideas are and that even if I lose my memories, my heart will always be yours no matter what. Always and forever baby”

Her heart melts at that, leaning in so she could press a tender kiss on your forehead as she whispers to you.

“I Do”

[bi4pan-polls]

Poll: Round1b #7 (reupload)

[ Image ID. An image of professor plum and Miss Scarlett from the Clue game edited together. professor plus is on the left of the image, the image if from his chest up. He is wearing a purple suit jacket with a white button down with blue stripes on underneath. He has tan skin, black hair, and black hair that is puffed up, and an on the right is Miss Scarlett, the image is from the waist up, She is wearing a skintight red dress that has no sleaves. She has a silver necklace, and long curly blonde hair, She has white skin and blue eyes and red lipstick. She is holding a rope, and an image of a photo of Draculaura and Lagoona from Monster high gen 3 edited together. On the left is Draculaura. She has pink skin, pink eyes with eyeliner on, a small lack heart under her left eye. Her hair is long and it is pink on the right and black on the left. She has bat earrings. A black bat on the right with the pink hair and a pink bat on the left with the black hair. She is wearing a pink dress over a pink long shirted shirt with white dots and a black bow around her neck. She has a opened mouth smiling, showing fangs. She has pointy ears. Next to her on the right is an image of Lagoona from gen 3. She has pink skin and grey eyes. Her hair is a mix of the colors blue, a dull purple, and yellow. It is in a ponytail. She has pearls in her hear. Her ears look like fish fins. She has yellow star earring. She is wearing a hoodie with a yellow and pink gradient. it has blank lines on the sleeves. She body is slightly turned away from the camera but her head is facing the camera. End ID]

[childhoodfriendstoloversshowdown]

Round1 b #5

[ Image ID. AN image of Rashmi Jamil and Amelie Maçon from Entropic Float. Amelie is holding Rashmi up. They both looked shocked, and an image of the cover of The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. End ID]

[datoneboardedguy]

Scarlett Witch x Male reader fanfic lemon!

(Just pretend that Black Widow is you, Also I don’t know where this photo came from or who made it since I suck at Googling. So if anyone knows who made this image then PLEASE let me know so I can properly credit them for it.)

(DISCLAIMER I don’t own MARVEL or their characters!..)

Third pov:

Soon after the end of the Dr Strange MOM movie Wanda was back to being completely depressed about being alone & is looking at a new way to fill that void in her soul that she tried to fill with the Avengers & then with Hex Magic family but all she ended with was a lesson NOT TO enslave an entire town & NOT TO read any strange ancient Dark Magic books. & since then she’s been living in hiding in a secluded part of the world, but that will soon change as she will soon be encountered by a lost lonely traveler..

Your pov:

I’m travelling through an Amazonian rain forest trying to find the tourist hiking group I was travelling with & now I can certainly say that I’m lost. “GODDAMMIT! I should’ve known better than to take a pee break mid hike, now the crew left me behind.” After some time of aimlessly wondering the forest trying to find civilisation I came across a forest cabin a pretty old school one too & as I approached the front door of the cabin I saw a pair of glowing red eyes through the door window & I saw my body started to glow then I realised that I couldn’t move. As the eyes drew closer I could see the woman behind them. The door opens & she’s revealed to be Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers that went missing a few months ago & as I saw her getting closer she telekinetically pulled me into the cabin & shut the door behind me then she walked right in front of me making me nervous & she asked “What are you doing here?” I obviously responded “I-I’m just lost! Why’s an Avenger living alone in a cabin in the woods may I ask?..” “Can’t a woman just like living in nature?” “Yeah but there’s a difference between living in nature & completely hiding yourself away from all of civilisation.” “You haven’t seen the news haven’t you?” “No I don’t watch the news, it depresses me. Why?!..” she sighs “I’m wanted by the government for taking a small town hostage & since then I’ve done horrific unspeakable things.” Wh-what why?!..” “because I wanted to bring my boys from the Multiverse into this world but I was misled into believing dark magic was the key to success until I realised how much of monster I’ve become then I put an end to it, all because I’m entirely alone..” “Forgive me for asking but if you’re just feeling lonely & if you’re as powerful as you say you are then why don’t you just just kidnap the nearest man or woman I don’t judge & just use your magic powers to mind control & or brainwash them into hooking up & having endless sex with you instead of breaking the entire Multiverse & potentially destroying all of reality just to steal another version of your two kids?..” she then started mischievously smirking at me with a slight glimmer of red magic glowing from eyes, “Oh really?..” I then realised what I’ve just done. I then sighed & annoyingly said “I don’t know when but one of these days I gotta learn when to shut my fucking mouth!..” “Yes, you do..” she then suddenly started using her magic powers again to hold me in place then slowly pulling me closer with her magic until I was just inches in front of her face then she slowly moved her hands to the sides of my face then magic started to flow from the tips of her fingers into the frontal lobe of my brain. I started feeling a huge surge of lust flowing into my body & all of a sudden I was also noticing how attractive Wanda is & with each & every wave of her fingers Wanda delving deeper into my mind combing through my memories, experiences, my ambitions & all of my thoughts including the thoughts of how I found her attractive she then smirks at my thoughts about her then my lust started increasing by tenfold then she uses her hex magic to coat her lips as she closes the distance & finally our lips connected. Magic instantly flows into my mouth as we started to passionately make out & my consciousness faded away as I put my hands around her waist, the more we make out the more enthralled I become until I am completely a mindless husk with a primal thirst for constant sex, then Wanda uses her magic to make both of our clothes disappear in a puff of red smoke as she threw onto the bed. Then she seductively crawls on top of me & then straddles my waist to slide my rock hard member into her folds & suddenly a new wave of pleasure courses through our bodies as we started thrusting into each other, soon after she resumed our Hex induced make out session & now her Hex magic was flowing into & coursing through my body from top to bottom making us pick up the pace as the pleasure is now finally reaching it’s peak then as we both finally climax simultaneously. “You’re mine now..”

The End..

[razzafrazzle]

i would say im sorry for drawing scarlette so much but truly I'm Not

[image description: a 3-color drawing of an original character named scarlette, done in pink, dark purple, and off-white. scarlette is a fat vampire with short black hair and a mustache and goatee. she is wearing a black gown with a frilly white collar and white gloves. she is holding up a necklace with one hand and observing it. the shading is done in small dots. end id]

[lulubelle814]

Just Dizziness - Chapter 11

That evening, we decided to watch something non-Tom related.  Well, it was more of an unspoken agreement as I still wasn’t feeling chatty and didn't disagree with her when she suggested Moulin Rouge.  I did love this movie after all.

For some reason, throughout watching the movie, I felt pangs here and there, feeling more emotional than usual, but when Christian and Satine sang Come What May, I couldn't help crying.  It felt personal.

As Christian and Satine were singing, I started seeing images.  Instead of Christian and Satine, I saw myself and Tom.  I was wearing a beautiful white gown.  He wore an incredible tux (not that there was ever a suit or tux in which he didn't look good), and we were dancing to this song.    His face was clean shaven, hair shorter, eyes full of love and adoration.  Unlike my recent dreams, he was awake, refreshed, and full of life and vigor.  He was holding me in a close embrace, tightly as if he were worried I might float away at any moment.

I took a glance at myself and realized this was not just a gown.  It was a wedding dress, a beautiful one that hugged me in all the perfect places.  My hair was swept up with some curled tendrils left down.  His tuxedo wasn't just a tuxedo.  It looked special for this moment.  He even had a red rose attached to his lapel.

As the two of us continued to dance, I noticed others around the room, just off the dance floor.  It felt as if we were surrounded by family and friends.  I felt the love and hope not only in the room but also in myself.

There were moments where he would sing to me, whispering in my ear.

Listen to my heart

Can't you hear it sings

Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change

Winter to spring

But I love you

Until the end of time

I never wanted this daydream to end.  It felt familiar and warm, and I wanted to stay in it forever.

As the song was ending, I mentally returned back to the couch with Sarah  and the movie, crying quietly.  I continued to visit that daydream as the movie played and slipped back to my room as soon as it ended.

When I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt more of the wedding and the reception.  At the wedding, I saw red roses and white gerbera daisies in my bouquet.  Mybridesmaids were wearing dark blue dresses with small bouquets of red roses.  The groomsmen were wearing black tuxedos with blue waistcoats that matched the bridesmaids' dresses as well as a red rose on their lapels.

Tom was the only one who did not have a blue waistcoat.  To stand out, his was black.  His boutonniere also had a larger rose than his groomsmen.  

I failed to notice how the rest of the church was decorated as Tom and I could not tear our eyes away from each other, barely paying attention to the officiant.  Once the "I Dos" were said, he brought me close, dipping me before kissing me as the officiant told him he could kiss his bride, wolf whistles coming from both the groomsmen and the crowd.

As dreams often do, it skipped straight to the reception where Tom and I entered as the DJ announced "Mr. and Mrs. Tom Hiddleston", smiles plastered on our faces.  We made our way to the center of the dance floor as our song, Come What May, began.  He held me close, his arms wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck with my head resting on his chest by the end of the song, neither wanting the moment to end.

I then danced with my brother as my father had passed away a few years earlier.  He never had children.  The father/daughter dance meant as much to him as it did to me because he and his wife found out a while back they could not have kids.  So it would very likely be his only chance to do one of these dances.

Once the song was over, I returned to my husband.  Glancing around the room, I saw not only my family and his, but also his Avengers family: RDJ, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, and others.

With everything that had happened lately, I never wanted this dream to end but soon woke up back in my apartment.  Unlike the other dreams, this one seemed a little different but so very familiar.  Why tho?  I didn't know this man.  I wanted to, and I wanted this dream to be real.

Rather than dwell on the existential, I kept it locked in the back of my head as an amazing dream, not minding when it decided to make unscheduled appearances throughout the day.

Chapter 12

[talesfromsiteredacted]

A Collection of Rather Confusing and Possibly Disturbing Mental Images, or... Screw Brain Bleach, Pass the Antimemetics!

Random stuff seen at Site (REDACTED). Thank 343 we have a decent Psych Department, after seeing/hearing some of this crap I need therapy.

Weird Costumes I've Personally Witnessed:

Dr. Bright (male body) dressed as Junko Enoshima, right down to the ridiculously short school uniform skirt, blonde pigtail wig, and mismatched Monokuma hairclips. At least he shaved his legs.

Agent Strelnikof in a cow suit, with a loincloth over it (lost a bet, refused to say to whom).

Iris dressed up on one Halloween as Black Canary, and all but insisted Abel be Green Arrow. There are no photos of this, sadly.

We had (key word there... HAD) a set of particularly annoying identical triplets among our D-Class. After too many three way free-for-alls... Dr. Iceberg had an idea. The three idiots were forced to dress as monks, mutter in faux Latin, and bonk their own heads with a wooden plank. They had to follow Dr. Iceberg, dressed as a cardinal, throughout the Keter Wing. To add insult to punishment... Dr. Iceberg kept shouting "Bring out your Keters! Bring out your Keters!" the whole time. Every. Keter. Came. Out. To. Watch. The processional ended with Fellowship Hour in 682's quarters. I never saw the Terrible Triplets alive again, but before long... "Bring out your Keters!" became "Bring out your dead!"

I once caught Dr. Rights in a very... um... skimpy version of Kitana's outfit from MK X. Although I have no idea how that costume could have any less to it. She was doing something with a cucumber. I wasn't going to ask what.

Dr. Clef... shirtless. Didn't figure him for a closet Brony, but the Twilight Sparkle tramp stamp almost made me spit out my tea when I saw it. Dr. Cimmerian couldn't hold in his laughter, and quickly ducked into the men's room. Dr. Gears found him, curled up in the handicap stall, on the floor convulsing in laughter.

Dr. Gears... in Mario pajamas. Not so much disturbing as kinda cute.

682 in a Yoshi suit. That... was disturbing.

035, in a full crinoline dress, holding a parasol, doing his best Scarlett O'Hara impression. For the record, bubble gum pink is not his best color choice. He looked like someone slapped that stupid ceramic jerk on Princess Peach.

Weird Costumes (Rumor Edition):

Iris, during the Game of Thrones hysteria, once managed to dress Abel up as Khal Drogo. She showed me photos... he's somehow more frightening with eyeliner.

There's rumors that a certain doctor likes to dress up as Doomguy to mess with the D-Class. Any excuse to walk around with a shotgun will do for Clef, I guess.

Dr. Cimmerian once dressed as Lara Croft for a Site Costume Competition. He won first prize. Sad he's got better legs than half the ladies here, honestly. More reason not to skip leg day, I want to at least have a backside worthy of Ms. Croft's booty shorts even if I don't like wearing them.

A fish suit. I believe it was a sturgeon, according to Dr. Gears.

The Stay Puf Marshmallow Man. Clef told me an intern lost a bet.

Leon S. Kennedy, the RE 2 remake version. No zombies were harmed during that day. But... Dr. Bright did get a week of Keter Duty over it.

We also had a guy, well I assume it was a guy, who walked around in full plate armor. Only saw him out of the corner of my eye for a nanosecond, no one believes me.

And finally... there is a rumor of a strange guy wandering the halls, dressed as a medieval squire... who follows people around, thumping two empty coconut shells together. We have no idea why they do this. I've yet to see them.

[brian-in-finance]

Screenshot: @messer-woland

S05E03 Free Will • 1 March, 2020 Official Script

Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown To Season 7

Favourite Word

Fergus and Morton are guarding the cart from bears and whatnot. — Ronnie

Screenshots: Outlander-Online

Favourite Line

I feel like Scarlett O'Hara, all the men leaving the plantations. — Brianna

Gifs: @learntobealright

Favourite Image

They find Fergus and Isaiah Morton by the cart, a camp fire lit. Morton holds a skinny, disheveled BOY by the arms. Some food is scattered around the cart. He shoves the boy towards Jamie, who catches him -- and realizes that the boy is JOSIAH BEARDSLEY, the young hunter he made a land deal with [Episode 501]. He isn’t wearing breeches -- just a long shirt. Claire goes to him. They hear the snap of branches on the ground and turn to see Jamie standing with another young boy he just found in the woods -- this one clearly the real JOSIAH BEARDSLEY.

Photos: farfarawaysite

Remember… Having a baby doesn't make me a mother any more than sleeping in a stable makes someone a horse. — Frances Beardsley

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