#scarlett johansson x child!reader

[juiles]

All to well

Plot: idk. have fun!

Type: angst and fluff

Warnings: i am in no way saying that this is how all autistic people are!! This fic is based off my PERSONAL experience with autism and sensory overload. Please remember this as you read!!

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Being autistic has drawbacks for a normal person, but for an actress in Marvel movies, it was tough. I’m proud of who I am but I didn’t want the pitying looks, the comments or being stuck as only getting the “autistic” role so for my own sake, I’m not super open about it.

My parents are ashamed of it so they never told anyone and I was forced to mask anytime I was around anyone. Not even Scar knew, and she was my best friend, almost a mother figure to me. I didn’t want her to think any different of me. She’s known me since i was 7 and played her on screen adopted daughter in Iron Man 2.

We’re filming Endgame right now. I’m on my way to set with Scarlett. Today has been a rough day for me so far as my parents woke me up by screaming at me which then caused me to struggle in keeping my mask up. Scar picked me up and I’m already exhausted, I’ve caught myself stimming a few times and quickly stopped it.

When we pulled into the parking lot, i grabbed my bag and walked with her through set to our trailers where we left our stuff and we’re immediately shuffled to makeup and costumes.

“Oh shit…” I mutter staring at the costume in Erica’s hand. “I didn’t realize it was a fight scene today…”

“Babe.” Erica, my assistant and on set guardian says. She’s known about me since the first day which was when i was 7. “You’ve known about this for a week. Are you okay?”

“I’m super over stimulated right now…” I murmur tapping my leg in sets of 7, a common stim for me.

“Let’s do hair and makeup first okay? Keep you out of the costume until the last second okay?” I nod and the two of us move to hair and makeup where Scarlett is getting her hair done.

“Hey, where’s your costume kid?” She asks looking over at me.

“I uh-“ I glance at Erica who steps in for me quickly.

“It had a small tear in it so it’s getting fixed quickly.” Scarlet merely hums in response and I sit. Getting my wig on and makeup done is awful, having everyone touching me and all their voices so close to me ears. I feel a soft hand on my cheek and peek my eyes open to see Scar staring at me in concern.

“Stop grinding your jaw babe…” I release my jaw, not even realizing i had been doing it. “You okay love? You disappeared for a bit there.” I respond with a hum, my voice disappearing from within. “Let’s get your costume on and to set okay?”

I look around quickly and don’t see Erica, Scarlet must see the panic as she quickly says. “She got called away in an emergency. I’m going to be your guardian today.” I nod, feeling the panic bubble up in my chest, but give her a soft smile.

The two of us make our way to my trailer and she helps me quickly slip into the suit. I immediately want to rip it off as it’s skin tight and an uncomfortable material. It feels like it’s digging into my skin and pulling it away as if it’s velcro and my skin is the other side. I take a deep breath and come out to see Scar in costume waiting. “Ready?” I nod and we head to set where I realize it’s a busy day, all original 6 avengers, Lizzie, both Paul’s, Gwen and Cobie are all there. I internally groan as immediately, the girls are coming over to me and Scar talking a mile a minute. I stand next to Scarlett silently until Lizzie turns to me. “Hey kiddo. Ready to fight? We have to fly today.” My eyes widen for a moment before i force a smile and nod at the fake red head in front of me.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” This makes everyone around us laugh but it makes me feel awful. I have no voice, it comes and goes, when it’s gone, my parents ridicule me, I get hit. I look down as i feel my tears well up in my eyes and blink rapidly trying to will them away. I thank god silently when Joe calls us to places which means i get away from the now very suddenly concerned looking Scarlett, Lizzie and Cobie. I’m stuck with Renner as I get rigged up, the feeling of being sick suddenly appearing as more people touch me.

I feel the lump in my throat tighten and the feeling of the harness wrapped around me suddenly makes me feel like it’s constricting my breathing and everyone around me disappeared as my hands flung to the harness, in my panic my hands struggled with the buckle which just made me more infuriated and grunts started coming out as my tears blurred my vision.

I feel a set of hands on mine holding them down, i scream and rip mine away and start scratching at my throat trying to rip it open to get a breath. My eyes started blacking out and the last thing i see is Scarlett’s panicked face as she tries to grab at my hands before it all goes black.

Scarlett’s POV

I know something is off with y/n. Not off but just that she was different. I have had a feeling it was autism for a while now, today proved that to me.

She was silent the whole car ride to set, normally she’d be singing along the radio but she wouldn’t even let me turn it on today. As soon as we got to set she locked herself in her trailer without a word, the next time i saw her, she looked panicked and while she was getting her hair and makeup done she disappeared fully before i brought her back. She has days where she goes mute, she just calls them her bad days, they usually happen on days she has arguments with her parents but normally she can still communicate to me in different ways but today she was completely gone. It got worse as soon as she realized Erica was gone. Walking on to set, she tended up and i saw her tapping her thigh every once in a while. The comment that Lizzie made would normally make her laugh, her reaction today was off.

I watched her from the corner of my eye but had to look away for a second before i heard Renner.

“Y/N!! What are you doing?! You’re going to hurt yourself!” I whip my head around and my heart sinks as i see y/n struggling with her harness, her hands are shaking violently, tears streaming down her face, her eyes are glazed over. I bolt over and grab her hands gently.

“Y/n baby, stop. You’ve got to stop my love.” She rips her hands out of mine and starts clawing at her throat which is when i notice she’s not breathing properly. She’s barely able to get a small breath. Instincts kick in for me and i turn to the cast and crew crowding her. “Give her space. Now. I need someone to set up a dark room with minimal sound and her clothes she was wearing this morning as well as the blanket from my trailer. A cold cloth and her wig taken off.” I turn around as she starts to collapse, i grab her arm and quickly wrap an arm around her waist. “Now!”

It’s a bit of a blur after that honestly, the next thing i know, im alone with her in the green room after everything is unplugged and blankets are draped over the windows. Her wig is already off and someone hands me my blanket and her clothes before silently leaving. I help her unconscious body out of the suit and into her clothes before draping my weighted blanket over her body. I sit back and stare at her, not touching her at all but close enough if she needs me.

It felt like hours but looking at my watch, it shows it’s only been 20 minutes when she finally wakes up.

My heart is beating what feels like a million mile a minute with panic as i watch her blue eyes flutter open before she looks around the room for a moment. Her hand comes out of the blanket and she starts tapping her thigh again, her head nodding along to each tap. She squeezes her eyes shut and i can hear her voice mumbling. “I’m safe. I’m here. I’m y/n.” Over and over again, i quietly cough to get her attention and she quickly sits up and her head whips up to look at me with wide eyes, both hands start scratching at the other wrist. “Oh my god…”

“Baby, you are safe. It’s just me.”

“No… no… no no no no no no no no.” She started tugging her hair and rocking slightly. “They’re going to kill me… you aren’t supposed to know…”

I quickly scoot over and grab her hands before pulling her into my chest, she tenses for a moment before melting into my arms. “I can’t hide it anymore Scar…”

“I know baby… I know.” I mutter into her hair swaying us back and forth slightly.

“I’m autistic…”

“Oh baby i know…” She freezes and looks at me with wide eyes. I can ready the fear in her blue eyes. “You hide it really really well but I’m basically your mom my love. I had suspicions but didn’t want to push you into telling me. Today was too much.” She nods burying herself back into me. “I need you to know that I will always listen to you. That if you ever feel like that again, you can tell me and i’ll get you out of it. Baby seeing you pass out was terrifying. I need you to know that if you’re that overwhelmed, that you do not have to do all that.”

“But… my parents don’t want everyone knowing… they’re all gonna know now…” She mumbles into me, my heart cracks.

“Baby being autistic is not a bad thing. It makes you even more amazing. It’s not something to be ashamed of at all. You are allowed to be who you are. To stim when your emotions are too high. To have bad days. I am here to show you that.” I say looking her directly into her eyes. “I’m here to support you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded quickly. She sat up and started tapping her thigh as she stared at me. “This is my favourite stim, it’s really subtle but it calms me down… i count the most important people in my life.” She then looks down at her hand as she taps each finger. “Scarlett.” Tap. “Lizzie.” Tap. “Renner.” Tap. “Gwen.” Tap. “Cobie.” Tap. “Rob.” Tap. “Rosie.” Tap. “It reminds me that you guys would love me, no matter how broken or weird i am because i know how much you care.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Another one is tapping here.” She taps her chest right above her heart twice. “Right here.” She does the tap to each word. “This is where you sit in my body. I usually only do this one when I’m not wearing my necklace. Playing with that is the stim i can do out in public.” I pulled her into my arms again as I cried.

“Oh baby…”

“You’ve always been my safe space Scar…”

“And i will be your safe space for the rest of eternity.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she pulls away with a smile. “Thank you. For learning how to help me.”

“You are more than welcome my love. Let’s go home and have a calm day okay?” She nods before standing up, pulling my weighted blanket over herself. I stand and wrapping my arms around her waist, the two of us make our way out of the room to find Lizzie standing not too far away, crying into Gwyneths arms. Y/n instantly runs over to her and wraps her arms around the crying woman. Lizzie jumps before she turns and sees who it is and wraps the girl into her arms.

“I’m so sorry bug. I shouldn’t have made that comment. I know how bad your parents are.” Y/n shakes her head pulling back and squeezes Lizzie’s hands. “Liz that wasn’t what caused that.” She takes a glance back at me before taking a deep breath and looks back at Lizzie. “I’m autistic and I was overstimulated and everything was just too much. I won’t lie, the comment did hurt a little but i know you didn’t say it in a mean way. You didn’t hurt me, memories of my parents saying stuff hurt me. But not you.” Lizzie’s eyes widen and she glances at me before she nods breathing to calm herself down. “If you ever need to talk or are struggling you can talk to me bug.”

Y/n nods with a small smile. “I know Liz.”

“Hey. Me too.” We all turn our head to see Gwyneth with a pout on her face. “You scared the shit out of me kiddo. Never do that again. Understand?” She pulls y/n’s laughing form into her arms.

“I understand mother Paltrow.” She says making us all chuckle.

Y/n pulls away and biting her cheek looks at me. “I- i uh- I’m not ready to face everyone else yet…”

“They already left bug. It’s just us four left.” Lizzie said smoothing the crazy hair down on y/n’s head. “I couldn’t leave worried i hurt you and Gwyn couldn’t leave me alone but everyone else left to give you privacy. Scarlett went full mama bear mode and screamed at some people for trying to push her into anything. It was great.” Y/n chuckled, which brings a grin to my face.

“Of course you did. But i wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

“I love you too baby.” I say kissing her head softly.

[fandomnerd9602]

How about Natasha Romanoff meeting her kid’s girlfriend, Wednesday Addams, for the first time.

Y/N: mom this is my girlfriend

Natasha: I hear you like throwing knifes

Wednesday: I do. I hear you like Glocks.

The two quickly trade gifts of their favorite weapons…

Natasha: welcome to the family, Wednesday

Wednesday: I know I’m gonna love being a part of it.

[yanaromanov]

close to your heart

- rosie betzler x daughter reader

summary: rosie comforts her daughter, hesitant about leaving for her training weekend, and gives her a gift to always remember her by.

warning(s): WWII era, mentions of nazis and hitler etc., war talk, slight mention of bullying, tiny bit of angst but mostly just fluff and comfort, reader is jojo’s twin sister (age 10)

authors note: there are barely any rosie fics out there and that’s criminal so i wrote one. ps, i need her to give me a hug rn.

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The face that stares back at you in the mirror isn’t one you quite recognise. It seems to have fallen that way over the last year, fading away to a person you didn’t entirely know. Perhaps it was added to by the attire you now adorned, the tan blazer and black skirt sitting oddly against your skin, the white shirt underneath itching at the nape of your neck. You missed the summer dresses your mother often dressed you in, the cardigans patterned with embroidered flowers or the blouses in beautiful pale colours. Now it was all stripped away to a dull uniform, your girly flowers replaced by the red jungvolk symbol stitched into the arm of your coat. It was the image of everything your twin brother loved, and everything you were so unsure about.

“Do you have everything ready, my love?”

The voice startles you from your thoughts, your head spinning from your reflection where you stood previously examining your outfit. But when you spy the owner of the voice, your tensed shoulders loosen, greeted by a soft and familiar face.

“Ja, mama,” your reply, smiling back as the blonde-haired woman walks further into your room. Her eyes glance over you, then to the desk to your left.

“Do I need to check there are more than just books in that satchel or can I trust you this time?”

Your eyes follow to the brown satchel that sits upon the wooden desk, previously packed the night before for your expedition that weekend. Despite your brother having been packed for weeks, it had taken you longer to get round to it, your excitement barren compared to his. Still now, you push a smile on to your face, looking up at your mother.

“There are more than just books. I promise.”

She looks down on you with a playfully suspicious eye, a giggle stifling itself in your throat. “Alright, I’ll believe you this time.”

As a smile creeps on to her lips, her delicate fingers find the rolled neckerchief around your collar, adjusting the woven woggle until it sits perfectly straight against your shirt. She picks an invisible piece of dust from your shoulder before her hands land atop of them, eyes glinting down on you. “Come, I’ll do your hair for you.”

Her head nods in the direction of her bedroom, just across the hall from yours, as she turns away. Guided by a hand grasping hers, you follow your mother until the pair of you stand inside her room, your eyes momentarily fluttering over the comforting patterns and colours the decorations held. In front of the mirror, you take a seat on the small cushioned stool, looking over your shoulder as your mother reaches into the drawer you know she keeps all of her beauty supplies. It’s off limits to you for now but she says she’ll teach you everything there is to know about makeup and being a woman once you’re old enough, something you can only hope comes sooner rather than later.

When your mom returns with the hair brush in her hand, you swivel back around in your spot. You watch in the reflection as she begins to pull the bristles through your hair, humming a nonsensical tune as she frees you from any knots. “Your hair is getting so long, huh?” she muses from behind as she pulls your hair back from your face, intertwining strands to form two long braids down your back. You simply watch in a peaceful silence as she continues to hum to herself, just as much concentrated on your mother’s face as the work of her fingers. No matter what, it always seemed like she was able to appear put together, perpetually beautiful even doing the most mundane of tasks.

When your braids are completed, neatly running over your shoulders, your mother reaches across to the dresser. Atop, sit two small ribbons which she pulls between her fingers, previously unnoticed by your eye. From behind, she lifts up one braid at a time, tying the ribbon around the bottom until she places them both at the front, two perfect little bows in place. The blonde’s head comes to rest upon yours, both of your eyes meeting in the reflection of the mirror. She smiles widely as she looks back at you. “Beautiful.”

A small kiss is placed on the crown of your head before your mother turns away, returning to her dresser and the secret beauty drawer it holds. While she tidies away, your eyes remain fixed on your reflection. For a moment, your fingers reach up to touch the small ribbons in your hair, the material soft and silky against your skin. Then they drop to your lap, a small sigh exiting your lips. The distraction of your mother’s soft touch has now gone, your mind fading back to the small distress it found looking at yourself just ten minutes before.

It seems with your sigh, you show more expression that you intended, and with it, you cause your mother to turn in her spot. Her eye meets you again in the mirror, her smile quickly dropping into a perturbed frown. “Why such a long face, hm?” she asks, closing the gap between you both as she comes to stand behind you. “You don’t think I did a good job?”

Immediately, you shake your head, forcing a smile onto your face. “No, you did, mama.”

But this isn’t any old person you’re trying to fool. Your mother knows you like the back of her own hands, and sees straight through your forced happiness. “Then why do you look so sad?”

With her words, your expression drops once more. Your eyebrows dip as your lips fall into a pout, your gaze dropping to your lap and the pair of anxious hands that rest there. “I don’t want to go, mama.”

The words ring out familiar, something you’d not only already told your mother, but also yourself a hundred times over. The training weekend was supposed to be a great trip for the jungvolk, a chance to learn real skills surrounded by professional soldiers, but the entire idea of it made you feel rather sick to your stomach. Going to school alone made you feel a slight homesickness, longing to return back home with each hour you spent away, so the concept of an entire weekend spent out in the forest sounded almost unbearable. Perhaps it was just the idea of being away from your mother for so long that made your stomach churn, a longing attachment to her lingering around your head ever since you’d been a small child, something the other girls at school hadn’t missed out on and found opportunity to pick on you for. The entire thing wasn’t helped by the fact your brother was a complete fanatic, entirely devoted to the jungvolk and non-stop going on about the weekend and how much fun it was going to be. You, on the other hand, just couldn’t wait to be back home.

A small sigh escapes your mother’s lips as your statement befalls her ears. You feel her move beside you, then in your peripheral see her kneeling down on the carpet in front of you. “I know, darling,” she says, voice gentle. “But you have to. Who else is going to look after your brother, hm?”

You scoff as you raise your eyes to meet hers, scowling slightly as you look at her gently smiling face. “Jojo will just be with his stupid friends the whole time. And he says I can’t hang out with them because I’m a girl.”

Your mother clicks her tongue. “Ah, yes. Well, boys are stupid. A sad fact us smart girls have to learn.”

You know she’s trying to joke, trying to make you smile, but this morning it’s not in your heart. It hurts a little to ignoring her playfully smirking face, one that always has you creasing at the corners of your eyes, but still your eyes fall back to your lap, your expression returning to the sad frown the planned expedition has caused.

You hear your mother let out a small sigh, adjusting herself where she sits as a hand reaches out for one of yours, grasping and squeezing ever so gently with silken soft skin. “Maybe this weekend you can make a friend of your own, hm? Finally find someone to talk to besides your books?”

You know your mother’s words are coming from a place of warmth but still they manage to twist the knife in your gut. You’d always struggled to make friends, the girls at school never quite accepting you and always finding a reason to holler a mean comment your way. “Maybe,” you mutter under your breath, knowing that the likelihood of her proposition was next to none. The fact all the girls from your school were also attending the training weekend was just another reason for your hesitation to go. Now trying to fight back small tears that pool at the corners of your eyes, you look back up from your lap. “Why can’t I just stay here with you, mama?”

Rosie gives you that motherly look she so often does, soft but assertive. “Darling, we talked about this,” she says, head tilting, the previously spoken conversation seemingly translating through her eyes. “Besides, I have things to do while you’re away.”

You frown. “What things?”

“Mama things,” she replies, eyebrows raising.

Her response only seems to deepen your troubled expression. “You’re always doing mama things.”

Rosie sighs, adjusting herself where she kneels on the floor. “Well I have to do mama and papa things now, hm,” she hums, trying to meet your gaze that has fallen away from her face. “It’s not so easy keeping you and your brother fed, especially since he’s decided he’s the man of the house and should eat as such.”

Another joke, another one of your mother’s attempts to make you laugh. The memory of your brother’s demands surfaces in your mind, dictating that as a ‘man’ he should get a bigger portion than you because you were just a ‘little girl’. An argument had of course ensued over the fact he was only fourteen minutes older than you and that he wasn’t a man, just a little boy too. The memory of it all is one you know your mom has brought up to make you laugh, but your mind instead sticks to the previous comment befallen from her lips.

It’s been almost three years since your father had been conscripted for the war, and over two years since you’d received your last letter from him. Your mama told you constantly he was doing what he could, fighting to end the war so he could come home to all of you. But every day his absence seemed to hurt a little more, like a thousand needles poking at your little aching heart.

“I miss papa.”

The words are uttered to your lap, the tears threatening to fall off the cusp of your waterline. There’s a sound from your mother that echoes out, almost a gasp but somehow gentler. Then another, a sigh, as you hear her stand to her feet. A pair of hands reach out for yours, pulling gently and tugging you to your feet. As you stand, long arms envelope you in an embrace, one of your mother’s hands coming to rest on the back of your head. You bury yourself into her warmth as she sways gently, holding you close. “Me too, little cub,” she whispers softly. “Me too.”

For a moment, you simply bask in the comfort of her touch, hidden away in her arms from a world you didn’t want to face. “He’ll be home soon, right?”

You're pulled away from the hug, your mother holding on to your shoulders as she smiles down at you. "Very soon, my darling." Her words are meant as a comfort but you're old enough now to know they're not strong in truth, the same promise uttered to you over more months than you could care to count. Still, you take this moment to pretend to yourself that this time it is true, that very soon your family will be reunited once more.

It seems your mother must notice your still solace expression as her hands move to your own. She grabs hold gently as she turns you, guiding you towards her bed. "Here, sit," she says. You follow her instructions, sitting yourself on the edge of the mattress, watching as your mother crosses the room. You try your best to see around her as she rakes through a drawer in her desk, moments later returning with something hidden in her hand. "I was going to save this for your birthday but I think now might be a better time for you to have it." You watch intently as she kneels next to you, eyes focused on her clasped hand and whatever it may be concealing. "Plus, I think it might give you some strength for this weekend."

Curiously, you watch as her hand extends out to you, her fingers unfurling to reveal whatever gift she may have. When you spy what it is, a soft gasp elicits from your throat, eyes trained on the alluring glint radiated by the golden metal sat in your mother's open palm. You notice her smile from the corner of your eye as she reads your face. "You remember this?" she asks and you nod quickly.

A small hand reaches out to touch the piece of jewelry bundled up in her hand, fingers tracing along the chain and then the shape of the metal. "Your old locket," you reply, voice barely above a whisper as you admire the necklace, the golden centrepiece delicately inlaid with intricate swirls and patterns. There was a time your mother wore it every day, up until your father had bought her a new one for their anniversary.

Rosie hums happily at your recognition, her smile deepening. "Open it up," she says, face awaiting your reaction.

You do as she says, carefully reaching out for the necklace and taking it in your hands. With attentive fingers, you click open the clasp, opening up the locket's two halves and letting them sit delicately against your palm. A smile immediately appears on your face as you see the images printed inside, a warmth bubbling up inside your chest. On one half is your father, the other half your mother, both smiling back at you in their Sunday best. They are the same images contained within your family portrait down stairs, only this time they are hidden away in a small locket meant just for you.

"Do you like it?" Rosie asks, her face waiting in front of you. You meet her eyes with a glint, smiling wide from ear to ear.

"I love it."

The smile on your mother's face deepens as she laughs gently. "Here," she says, standing to her feet. "Let me put it on for you." You follow her to your feet, moving to stand in front of the mirror as she takes the necklace from your hand. Watching the reflection, you seen her unclasp the locket before moving it around your neck. She fastens it back up, allowing it to rest against your shirt. Quickly, she pulls your hair out from the chain, making sure it is perfectly secured around your neck before meeting your eye in the reflection. You smile widely up at her as your fingers find the locket, playing with the metal and once again tracing its engraved details. "It's beautiful, mama."

Rosie smiles, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Almost as beautiful as you." She reaches out gently for your shoulders as she turns you around to face her, bending ever so slightly at the knee to reach the same height as you. "Now," she says. "You wear this and me and papa will always be with you." Her hand reaches out towards your chest, resting to cover the locket. "Right here. Close to your heart, okay?"

You nod, feeling the warmth in your chest not only from her touch but from the sentiment of your new found gift. "Ja, mama."

Just then, the serenity of your moment is suddenly shattered as you hear a scream radiating through your house. Both you and your mother turn your head towards the door as the yells from down stairs travel through the house and to your ears. It's your brother's voice, most likely from his bedroom, screaming the same words over and over, a salute to your country's ruler. His voice gets louder as you hear him run through the house, eventually throwing the front door open and simply howling out to the outside world. As you hear it dim away, guessing he's moved away from the house and most likely down the street, you turn back to look at your mother. Her expression is rather amusing, looking quite confused but, in a way, also entirely used to your brother's odd antics. "That boy has too much energy for his own good, you know that?" she says, meeting your gaze. You laugh at her comment, imagining your brother running down the streets of town like he so often did. Just then, your mother smiles back at you, her expression immediately softening. Her fingers reach to hold your cheek, grasping so gently at your skin. "There's my beautiful smiling girl."

Her words can't help but deepen your smile, looking up her eyes so full of love and comfort. You two bask in the moment until she turns away, reaching for the small black beret that sits upon the edge of the bed. "Here," Rosie says, placing the hat upon your head and adjusting it so it sits just right. She bends at the knee, looking at you with a warm expression. "You are going to be just fine this weekend, I promise." Her hands find your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "And when you come back, I'll give you the biggest mama lion hug in the whole world and we can eat chocolate by the fire while you tell me how annoying your brother was all trip. How does that sound?"

You meet her playful glance with a lighthearted smile of your own. "Sounds good, mama."

Rosie winks, clicking her tongue in unison, a trick that always brings a smile to both you and your brother's face. "That's my girl," she says, holding on to your chin for just a moment before she straightens up once more. She brushes away invisible dust on her trousers then smiles down at you. "Now let’s get some breakfast packed up for you and your brother. You can catch up with him and both eat it on the way, hm?"

You nod, content in the idea. "Okay, mama."

But before she can turn to leave the room, you're reaching out for one final touch, your arms wrapping around her waist and face burying into her chest. She holds you back, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head. "I love you so much, my darling cub," she says, voice as gentle as the summer breeze. And in her warmth you smile, because no matter how frightening the world may seem, how apprehensive you are to venture out there, she would always be there as a shining light to guide you back home.

"I love you so much too, mama."

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

secret double life

sidney crosby x f!actress!reader

fc: dianna agron

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ynofficial: i apologise on behalf of makeup artists across the world. i have failed you and learnt nothing since i was 17, and for that i am deeply sorry. anyway, this has been a dream come true of mine - thank you for the opportunity vogue! (i apologise for the lateness, but the video is up on YT rn!)

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user12: you can do no wrong in my eyes, even if the foundation was the wrong shade

user13: she fr worked with it and said 'trust the process'

user14: i can feel the mascara wand in my eye

user15: HER RINGS FUCK WHAT IF THAT TWITTER THREAD WAS RIGHT

user16: the twitter thread was right what are you talking about??????

user17: was it all common knowledge or something?

user18: forgetting they're married is like never remembering that ryan reynolds was married to scarlett johansson

user19: was it just me or did anyone else hear a child laugh in the background?

user20: ME!!!!

user21: babe you're looking so good

user22: thank you for feeding us with this content

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gossip: after the news has begun recirculating, pittsburgh penguins legend, sidney crosby, has been seen attending a charity gala with his wife, actress y/n l/n. it is unknown as to how long the couple have been married, but rumours suggest 10+ years.

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user24: WHAT!!!!! THEY BOTH LOOK SO GOOD!!!!

user25: idk which one i want to bite first

user26: i'm praying for confirmation 🙏🙏

user27: it has only just occurred to me that people don't know about these two and it upsets me sm 😭

user28: parents

user29: they actually might be though

user30: I'VE BEEN THINKING THIS!!

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unofficialnhlnews: a reporter asked crosby if he had any family in the stands for today's 1000th game for the pens, he said yes and when asked (for the first time, nearly ever), who, he replied with "well, i flew out some of my family from home, but my wife's watching today."

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user32: CONFIRMATION WTF

user33: he was so open with it what

user34: BRO STARTED BLUSHING

user35: i don't think i've ever seen crosby smile like that

user36: if this is true, i'm thinking about the baby laugh in the background of her vogue grwm

user37: tbh if they've been together for that long they literally could have a kid fr

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ynofficial: apparently i lead a secret double life?

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user38: IS THAT CHILD YOURS? IS IT SIDNEY CROSBY'S KID?

user39: it'd be so funny if it is hers and sid's with the ovi jersey

user40: the armpit scribbler is definitely sid

ynofficial: he's one of the three 👍

user41: does that count as a hard launch??????????

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ynofficial: sid by me ❤ it's been an honour to experience life with you so far - i really fucking love you.

to the rest of you: i give you sid, and introduce you to mason and india!

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user45: *sharp inhale* AAAAAAAAAAAA

user46: he was so baby 😭

user47: SIDNEY CROSBY IS A DILF ⚠️ I REPEAT SIDNEY CROSBY IS A DILF ⚠️

user46: the baby in the #87 jersey i'm sobbing

user47: we said confirm pls and y/n and sid heard change lives

user48: oh 😭 my 😭 god 😭

user49: india and mason are so fucking cute

user50: the first picture is breaking hearts

user51: what about that kid that was wearing the ovi jersey?

ynofficial: mini ovi and mini crosby swapped jerseys after the all star game this year!! both dads cried

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ynofficial: y/n by me (sid) ❤ i really fucking love you, too

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user52: simple but romantic

user53: i'm crying

user54: THE ONES WHEN HE'S CUDDLING HER AHKSJGF

user55: the wedding photo lmao

user56: baby and bump

user57: i'm definitely dying alone

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ynofficial: 😋

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[gayerthanevertbh]

daddy issues

it was so wrong and so good to bring her to your place, and being fucked by her. it feels really fucking good.

pairings: scarlett johansson x reader

warnings: 18 MINORS DNI alcohol consumption, rough sex, strap-on (r receiving), rough kissing, slightly dark!scarlett, dirty talking, oral sex, and daddy issues.

notes: these photos aren’t mine, i just found them on twitter, and i’m absolutely OBSESSED. enjoy!!

masterlist

Your eyes have lingered on Scarlett most of the time. It's not like you could help it, how can she stand there and be this beautiful with her golden silk blonde hair that is sort of wavy yet so pleasant to see? You tap your index finger on your champagne glass, bringing the rim to your pinkish lips as you try to gaze at the surroundings instead. My, everything was beautiful. Scarlett has great creativity, especially when it comes to events. Every time there was a party in her new company, every piece of furniture – was organized and fresh, like brand new. She liked the brand new stuff, never old. You don't know why, but you find it neat of her.

When you looked back at her, she was staring at you from afar. Well shit, you thought to yourself and instead looked away, the embarrassment building up in your veins. You were incredibly foolish, letting yourself know that you could get away from staring. But in fact, she has caught you! My god, so irrational of you. And not even a minute later, she was approaching you with a smile – her cheeks reaching up to her eyes. You smiled back and unexpectedly, you received a warm embrace from her.

Your Daddy or Mommy issues are concerning.

She felt absolutely warm.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaims happily as she pulls away from your body, which is much to your dismay. Yet you aren't complaining like a little child. "I thought you were staying at your mom's today?"

"Oh well," you sighed, shaking your head. "Change of plans."

Did you shrug? That's stupid, why did you shrug? She must've thought you were coming off in a rude way, honestly, those aren't your intentions! Have you been thinking about this too much? Maybe, maybe...

Scarlett scratches the back of her head and stands a little closer to you, which makes your breath hitch. Although, it was pretty understandable since the crowd was thick. You look at the way she brings her whiskey glass to her mouth and asked, "Are you alone? I've been watching you and you seem... lonely."

"I didn't invite anyone else with me," you shrug politely. "I don't know, I only joined because well... I work for you."

"Sweetheart, if you are tired, then you could go back home, you know?"

The name sweetheart slips out of her mouth so easily that you barely catch it. It's almost like you want her to say it again until you think about her at night, not knowing what else to do other than slipping your fingers into your panties as you scream her name. But she doesn't know that, of course, she doesn't.

You give her a tight lip smile and shake your head once again, although you feel a little light-headed yourself. Perhaps you should go home, but you also wanted to keep talking to the older woman who's currently your boss.

"I'll have a couple more drinks."

She nods. "Have you eaten? I could bring you a plate, we could eat together."

You wouldn't oppose that. Of course, you won't. If Scarlett asks you to eat with her, you must eat with her. You can't back out from that.

You felt your throat tightening, just like the air that has been hallucinating you, as you stutter out: "S-Sure! Yes, why not? Um, yeah."

She only lets out a small laugh and brings you to the buffet area with her hand on your lower back, her mouth near your head.

You and Scarlett spent your time alone at the corner of the event, eating salads together as you talk about the previous school that you used to go to. She didn't know anything much about you, which was expected since you don't consider her your friend, but she seems merely interested in your stories. You didn't know that she could fully speak Russian, making her speak a few sentences to you as you find it very amusing to hear her speak in another language.

"That's what you get when you work for Marvel," she chuckles, sipping from her glass, which has to be her third by now. "You choose to not learn the language and say a few lines, I did. You could say that I was bored."

"Well, maybe you should start feeling bored so that you can learn a few more things." you manage to joke, making her laugh again. Without expecting anything, you felt her hand on your knee as she squeezes it gently, her eyes at the side of your head. You sit still, holding your breath as you count how long she'll put her hand there. She was close to kissing you, but you're also delusional for thinking such a thing as that. She's married, for Christ's sake.

"I'm glad I'm talking to you, everything feels so refreshing, you know? It's like you could see me as a person, and not some celebrity."

"At the end of the day we're all human," you say quietly, your fingers playing with your cold glass as you let the wetness coat the tips of your fingers. "And I find you as my boss and sort of a friend. I have a lot of respect for you."

"Is that so, Y/n?"

"Yep," you smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heating up with a pinkish color as you duck your head. "I'm sorry, it's just that–this is all new to me, we don't talk like this."

She only sighs, pulling her hand away, as she sits back on the couch. There was a moment of silence, letting the noise from the crowd ingrain you before she could even speak with such a hoarse voice.

"I'll take you home tonight."

"That wouldn't be necessary–"

"Please," she interrupts you with a plea, sounding almost upset that you almost oppose her idea. You bite your lower lip in response as she continues, "Let me take you home. It's at least what I could do for accompanying me tonight."

"I guess that wouldn't hurt, right?" there was no backing out. She does want to take you home, which makes you feel even more nervous – you could feel yourself sweating already.

She smiles kindly at you and nods.

"What would be a harm on that?"

—

"You don't have to bring me to my door," you chuckle, as the alcohol-intoxicated you slowly, rummaging your hand inside your bag to find your keys. Scarlett only walks near you and presses herself against the doorway, watching you become so stressed trying to find your apartment key. "S-sorry, I'm–"

"It's okay," she whispers hotly. "I'll wait."

After what seemed like hours, your face lit up as you held the key in your palm. You opened the door with victory as you walked inside, dropping your bag onto the couch. You notice that your apartment was a bit small so you whispered to your shoulder, "I'm sorry if it's a small house, I live on my own."

"I kind of thought you were living with your mother," she said while closing the door behind her, hearing it click. You wondered why she locked the door, was she staying here longer? Either way, you didn't seem to mind. You were tired and sleepy, so you poured yourself a cold glass of water, offering her one. "Would you like a glass?"

She only shakes her head as she flops herself on the couch, lying her head back on the cushion. Replying with a deeper voice, "No. But could you sit with me?"

"O-Of course."

You didn't waste any more time and sat down slowly beside her, feeling her hand on your back once again. She seemed so touchy tonight, but she was always touchy with everyone. You thought that maybe she was doing that with everyone else, so you weren't that sort of special, but her touch seems to be so different now. As if she's hazed and drunk, not knowing what she's doing. Perhaps she is drunk, which makes your heart feel a little heavier.

"Are you going home?" you asked curiously.

"Don't you want me to stay?" dare speak to me with that deep voice once again, I could possibly throw myself at you and let yourself fuck me hard.

"Yeah," you say as you grow tired. "I just–Well, it's very late. You have taken me home. There's only one bed in my house, I don't think I could offer you one."

Maybe you were saying this to push her away, to push these nonsensical feelings away so that you could act civil with her and not some teenager who has an infatuation over an older woman. This doesn't happen often, but you do have these issues that aren't confronting you much. And when you saw her wearing that suit tonight, you could only think that your Daddy issues are growing in you and not out of you.

You were fucked up.

"Can I ask you something?" she whispers out as she shuts her eyes, sighing with her chest heaving. You whimpered out quietly, giving an answer to her question. She whispers again, but this time, this made your cunt clench. "Have you ever thought about me being alone in your house?"

First of all, you don't know how to answer that. Second of all, why is she asking you this? It was random, completely out of your relationship with her, but you couldn't help but think: was she thinking about you? Was she interested in you? Fuck, you felt your heart swirling in your drunkenness.

"I–" you felt your breath hitched again, toying your fingertips. "Um, I... yes? I mean, I'm so sorry–I just have this crush on you and I think you know now and I feel terrible–"

You should've kept your mouth shut.

This lifted her head lift a little, as she was amused by your response, deciding that she should keep talking about this. She sat up, inching closer to you, as her arm is now around your shoulders. Now, you could feel her close. Now, you feel your issues are growing stronger.

Please don't let her notice.

"I'm–"

"Tell me more."

Your face has gone perplexed. "W-what?"

Scarlett leans to your face closer – but not ultimately close – and whispers again, "Tell me more. I want to know what's in your head."

"There's," you trail down your words, murmuring to yourself how foolish you are, as you looked away from her. You tried at least because she turned your head again with the hold on your chin. She's now looking at you, and you could feel yourself squirming from her touch. "Scarlett, do you think you should go home? I don't feel so well."

"I know you have a crush on me," she teases you lightly while thumbing your cheek, she thought how pleasant and soft your skin was. "It's obvious, doll. I know."

Well, at least you could've done it with more discreetness. Instead, she knows what a possible slut you are for her – and it's a little embarrassing to even think about it.

"I'm sorry," you whined, laying your head on her shoulder as you cried out, knowing that she'll probably never talk to you this way again. "God, I should've controlled it. I'm so fucking stupid."

She lifts your cheeks up and shakes her head, shushing you quietly, then you relax your weight on her hand as she replies with a deeper tone than you've last heard. "First of all, you aren't stupid. Never to me. Second of all, don't swear at me. I don't like that."

"I'm sorry," you say, swallowing down the saliva in your throat. "I'll never swear at you again."

"Good girl, baby. I only get to swear."

She's like making you a doll in her eyes, a good little pet that could be dragged around the street. But did you complain? No. why? Because you know you'd like her dragging you around and making you her personal slut. Whore. Tiny girl. She holds your biceps as she pulls you closer to her body, letting her hand pet your hair. She kisses your forehead feverishly, as if you're a secret, and nuzzles her forehead against yours. You lift your chin up and stare into her eyes, admiring the small wrinkles that were under her eyes, and without even thinking further – you pressed your lips on hers.

What the fuck was happening?

You winced in the kiss, you felt her nibbling on your lower lip, and you couldn't help but withdraw from her sensational lips as you finally realized what you'd done. Now, you've gone insane. You stood up and panted heavily, not looking into her eyes. You know that she wanted it too, or perhaps you're delusional again to think so. Or maybe she was kissing you back out because she was flattered, you don't know.

"I think you should leave."

"My little one..."

"No," you chuckled as you felt yourself crying from your sinful acts, shaking your head and holding onto the knob for your dear life. You manage to whisper out, "You're married. I don't–I wasn't thinking, I'm very sorry. It won't happen again, but you should leave."

Scarlett only stands and cups your face, bringing you closer but you fight her with it. You keep pulling yourself back but dear god, she was stronger with you, despite all those workouts for her role that seems to be complex. You whimpered when she grounded you on the spot, bringing her lips closer to your nose and whispering with a hiss, "I don't think you should tell me what to do."

"Excuse me?" you were flabbergasted. "This is my house!"

"Not with that tone I won't," she growls, pulling my ponytail to expose my neck. You were intoxicated by her, extremely in a compelling way. "I'm not leaving. Not until I fuck the shit out of you, not until you stop being a fucking brat. You let me in, didn't you? You knew what was bound to happen."

"You're hurting me!"

"Stay still or else I'll do something worse." you did not know she can be this... different. Maybe this is the reason why you never meet your heroes, she was so violent with her tone – especially the way she grabs your hair as if manhandling you. But your cunt says otherwise, your heart says otherwise. You want her to fuck you, to make you wide open until you only remember her fingers, her tongue, her dick, whatever else is there. Before you can speak, she pushes you back down on your couch as she spreads your legs wide open for her to easily grind her pelvis against yours, leaving you out of breath.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you," she purrs on your neck, groping your left breast with force. You cry with the sensation that she was giving you, you were obsessed that you couldn't stop your hips from rolling upwards. "With your shoulders and those legs of yours, I could go on for hours about how much I wanted you. Now, I have you, and you're going to be mine tonight."

"Scarlett," you gasped for air, her thumb pressing hard against your covered nipple. "You have a husband! This is wrong..."

She shakes her head, smiling faintly at you. She was intoxicated by you, as much as you are to her. With her touching you like a brothel and her tongue flicking on your skin, it makes sense how incredibly aroused she was. And boy, you were too.

"It's not baby," she whispers, knowing that she was slightly manipulating you into giving yourself to her. "It's never wrong. We were meant to do this."

"You're mine," she said, pulling your silk black dress upwards, your pink laced panties on now in full exposition. "Say it. Say that you're mine."

You let out a loud whimper when she demands you to say it, and you should say it. Not because you want to please the older woman, but because you do belong to her – without any hesitation.

"I'm yours."

Slap!

"Really?" she asked with a sinful tone, a deep voice that shrills you until you're dead, and massages your bare thigh with her calloused hand. "You're mine, all fucking mine. I don't want you near anyone, or else I'll have to punish you... which is something you don't want to look forward to."

Before you could reply, she pulls down your panties, kissing your pelvis with a deep breath. She smells you, she kisses your pubic bone, and she touches your inner thighs – which is something so undeniably sexy that you have your legs wide open, a sopping wet cunt exposed for her touch. You feel the tip of her nose pressing against your clitoris while taking a small taste from your cunt, moaning at how delicious you were.

"Didn't know you were this wet," she chuckles deeply, igniting your skin. Scarlett gets even more desperate when she gives your folds a long lick, making your back arch. "Mmph, so delicious. Gonna eat you out so good, you'll be falling apart."

"Ungh," you covered your mouth, tears rolling down from your eyes – from the pleasure – as your hand grips the side of the couch, moaning in wanderlust. She flicks the tip of her tongue on your hole, teasing it slightly before she could push her fingers inside of you, and when you were expecting her fingers; she lifts herself up. You draw your eyes open and watch as she pulls down her pants, a strap bouncing in the air. You were utterly shocked, how can something so big be so engrossing? You don't even know if that would fit inside of you, and would it?"Wait!" you stopped her from pushing in when you felt the tip on your hole, biting your lip down as you could feel the irritation. "I'm–It's too big..."

"We'll make it fit, baby." she kisses your cheek in reassurance and finally pushes inside of you with a long groan, burying her head into your neck. She holds you down, pinning you almost as if she feels her cock around your wetness. She wants to feel your walls, how they would be tight around her, but she liked the idea of fucking you with her dildo. It's almost fascinating.

"God," she rolls her eyes in the back of her head, humping you with much force. "You're so fuckin' tight."

You wouldn't lie but, you're enjoying this moment. Sure, it was huge, but you know you'd take it. Of course, you have to take it. What else are you supposed to do? You clawed her back as you wanted her lips on you, but her head was tucked into your neck, and you could feel her warm breath against your skin – damped.

"Fuck me," you begged with a whine. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck–Agh!" Scarlett gives you shallow thrusts, almost bottoming in you, her mouth all over your chest. She continues to assault you until you are a screaming mess, the squelching noises coming from your cunt and her cock getting the woman into her climax, tightening her arms around you as she grumbles with a whisper, "I'm gonna fucking cum–fuck you feel so good!"

She moves inside of you with more pace until her torso twitches, cracking a moan in your ear as she pours out her orgasm, rubbing your clit with her thumb as you come with her. Everything felt hot and sticky, which you didn't mind. But she has put her morals aside and continued to thrust inside of you, but at a slower pace, prolonging both of your orgasms. As soon as she is done, she flops on your chest and lets out a chuckle, a wheezy chuckle.

"Fuck man," she wipes her forehead with her arm as she sits back up, watching your chest heave. "That was the hottest thing we've done. But don't you dare fall asleep, we have more work to do."

You feel livid.

[greynatomy]

Dear Scarlett…

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

First Scarlett fic. I’ve actually had this in my drafts for a long time and discovered it again today.

Hope you like it and let me know what you think!

-grey

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“I want a divorce.”

“You- what?” You said, shocked at the words that came out of your wife’s mouth.

“I don’t love you anymore!” Scarlett shouted, grabbing all her packed bags. “And you couldn’t even give me the one thing that I wanted!”

“Well, I’m sorry that isn’t good enough to carry a child! You could’ve done it, but you’re too busy with everything else.”

“Oh, shut up and quit whining! I am famous, a celebrity and you’re just a fucking musician who hasn’t even done anything in years! You don’t do shit! You’re probably just with me because of my money and to get your name out there!”

“I’ve known you for years and not once have I took advantage of your money, even way before we started dating, up until now! And your fame? Really? How am I using you to get my name out there when literally no one knows who the fuck I am or that you’re even fucking married. Or in a relationship for that matter cause you wanted to keep us, ME, a secret. So fuck you for that.” You said, walking up the stairs into your shared bedroom that Scarlett hasn’t slept in with you for weeks.

“I regret ever meeting you! Marrying you was a mistake! I’ll have the divorce papers sent soon.” With that, Scarlett walked out, slamming the door behind her. Once she’s gone, you collapsed to the floor next to the door, not being able to hold the tears in any longer.

You and Scarlett have known each other for years. You helped her throughout her divorce from her ex husband and raising Rose. She confessed her feelings for your after two years, dated for two years, married for four years. It was amazing at first, but everything went downhill after your first miscarriage.

You both hadn’t lost hope and tried again a year later, but after that second miscarriage, that’s when Scarlett started to pull away from you. You both really wanted to have a baby, but your body couldn’t handle it and Scarlett has been getting lots of movie opportunities where being pregnant was not something she could do at the time so you tried one last time and all the tests showed negative for a baby.

Scarlett gave up, she stopped being affectionate towards you, stopped sleeping in the same bed as you, just stopped acting like a wife while you hoped there was a small chance that she at least still liked you.

1.5 years later

A knock on the door and the ring of the doorbell woke a couple up from their sleep. Both not expecting anyone this early in the morning. The woman gets out of bed, followed by her fiancé.

Looking through the peephole, she sees no one, so she opens the door, looking around, still not seeing anything, until a small coo is heard.

She looks down seeing a baby in carrier with a duffel bag next to them. She grabs the carrier while her fiancé grabs the bag and brings them inside, locking the door.

“What are you doing here, huh?” She asks the baby in a soft voice.

“There’s just a bunch of toys, frozen milk, and folders in here.”

Putting the baby carrier on the coffee table with the baby still in it, the woman sees a piece of paper wedged by the baby.

“Wait. There’s a paper here, don’t open those ones yet.”

Opening up the folded paper, the woman starts to read.

“Dear Scarlett…”

[gingiesworld]

Hello there, how are you? I watched some tiktok videos where a couple have kids and the husband gets a haircut and his beard shaved, so i was thinking if you could do one like that, a funny one, like yn wants to surprised them and the kids told him to leave because their father is gonna come soon, I don't know, but it will be funny. I don't really care if it is with Lizzie or Scar

Who Are You?

Scarlett Johansson x Male Reader

Warning : Nothing but Fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

As much as everyone loved Y/N with his beard and long hair, he was getting tired of it. So he decided to go to the barbers, leaving Scarlett with their 5 year old daughter Ivy. So naturally, everyone would have thought that it was a good thing. Spending the better part of an hour sat in the chair getting his hair washed and cut then styled before he went to the store to get some of Ivy's favourite snacks.

"I'm home." He called out as he opened the door. Smiling as he heard small pitter patter of Ivy running towards him. "Hi sweetie." He smiled at the five year old who soon screamed for Scarlett.

"Mommy, there's a strange man in our house!" She screamed as she ran for the phone.

"What are you doing?" Y/N questioned as he followed her.

"I'm calling 911." She stated as she started to dial. "Daddy always told me to call for help if I don't feel safe." Y/N was fast at grabbing the phone from her, only for her to run and scream to Scarlett who was coming from upstairs. "Mama. Help." She wrapped her small arms and legs around her leg as Scarlett juat laughed.

"Seriously." Y/N sighed as Scarlett kissed him.

"Mama." Ivy gasped as she shook her head in shame.

"Baby, that is your father." She told the small child who looked at him. A challenging look on her face.

"Prove it." She told him as she crossed her arms. Both Scarlett and Y/N chuckling at her.

"You're favourite food is chicken nuggets." He stated as she shrugged.

"As it is for most kids my age. Again." She told him as Scarlett chuckled.

"You're favourite movie is Frozen 2." He tried again.

"That's common knowledge." She stated. Y/N then sighed before he started to sing his own rendition of Into The Unknown which Ivy soon jumped up and started to sing and dance with him.

"Do you believe me now?" He asked her as she nodded. Hugging him close before she dragged him to sit and play with her. Scarlett smiling at the two before she got started on their dinner.

[yelenasdiary]

Here is me requesting for Scarlett and Reader watching the Rockettes for the Christmas Advent Calendars. Thank you! 😊

☃️ Late Minute Surprise ☃️

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: Scarlett comes home with a surprise.

Fluff | 0.7K | No Warnings | 

AC: I’ve never seen or heard of the Rockettes, but I hope you enjoy this! 

Day 7 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄

Having Scarlett home early from work was rare but you weren't complaining. After cooking a warm meal and preparing the living room for a night of movies and possibly, most likely, falling asleep on the sofa. Scarlett helped you wash up the dishes before taking a quick shower before returning back to the living room, "Darling, you need to get ready" she said as you flicked through movies on Netflix. "W-what? What are you talking about? I thought we were gonna spend the night in?" You turned to face her with a confused look. Scarlett had a cheeky grin on her lips as she walked over to her purse and pulled out two tickets and handed them to you. 

"I got us tickets to see the Rockettes tonight, surprise!" 

"No way!! How did you get them?! They were sold out!!" You jumped up as you read the name printed on the tickets. "Well, it wasn't easy and it was very stressful but we're going to be late if you continue to sit there" she smiled. Without a second thought, you jumped up from the sofa rushing to the bathroom for the worlds quickest shower even though you had two hours before the show started but Scarlett forgot that detail. 

"Okay, I'm ready!!" You returned after 15 minutes with your hair thrown up and out of your face and in an outfit that you felt most comfortable in. "You're pushing it!" Scarlett smirked, "come on" she grabbed her handbag and held the door open for you.  You were so excited to see the show that you almost forgot the tickets that sat on the coffee table where you left them before your shower. 

One of the pros of dating such a high-profile actress was getting the best seats in the house to any event, usually you didn't care much for the lifestyle Scarlett lived but being able to see the Rockettes up close and personal, you couldn't help but thank her over and over. Kissing her full lips was just one of the many ways you thanked her. "Thank you so much for being able to get us tickets! I've wanted to experience this with you since we had our first Christmas together" you explained, the excited smile on your face was too much to even try and hide. 

"You're adorable, did you know that?" Scarlett placed a soft kiss on your left cheek as the lights dimmed and the show began to start. Your attention was quickly drawn to the stage in front of you with your left-hand locking intertwine with Scarlett's right, your thumb stroking the top of her hand gently, "thank you so much!" You lent over and whispered. "Stop thanking me darling, enjoy the show" she replied in a whisper. 

As the show went on, you were completely amazed by the performers, the music, the light show and the outfits while Scarlett couldn't work out what she loved more, the show or the way your eyes were glued to the stage in a complete trance. You quietly sung alone to the music while the performers danced along, every now and then you'd pull out your phone to record a few performances to look back on in the coming days. Soaking up every single moment of the mind-blowing show, Scarlett would steal glances at you here and there and smile to herself proudly as she could see how happy you were, like a child on Christmas morning. 

"This is really cool! It's amazing" Scarlett whispered when another performance ended, you turned to her and smiled, "I love this so much! I think everything about it is amazing, the dancing and the outfits!! So much effort goes into this" you boosted before the next set started. Scarlett knew this would be something you'd remember for a very long time.

You never wanted the show to end, but when it did you couldn't help but share all your thoughts with Scarlett. Telling her your favorite parts and asking her which she enjoyed the most, sharing once again how much you were blown away by the entire show and how you hoped the two of you would come back for next year's show. "I'm most definitely bringing you back next year" Scarlett smiled as you both made your way out of the event hand in hand, "You're like a kid on Christmas morning and it's adorable!" She added.

"I'm just glad you also enjoyed the show! I'm still so shocked that you were able to get tickets!" you replied. "Anything for you, my love" Scarlett said as she kissed your cheek once more.

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[romanoffsbish]

A Chance Encounter

Scarlett Johansson x John Doe(😂)

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Jess Valdez (OC) x Fem!Reader

A day at the park with your child can be quite the escape when one needs it, and oh boy did the two women need it. What they’d never expected was for it to be the place where they’d find love—again…

Moments of Angst: OC Character death, intense grief, neglectful/cheating former partners.

Scar’s previous partners/Children will be fictitious because I just feel more comfortable with that.

18+ | Minors DNI!!!

A Walk in the Park

Dinner, and a Movie… Star

Battle of the Ex’s

Unwanted Attention 🥵

So This is Love? 🥵

[anyaeras]

Lost and Found || E.olsen x Daughter reader !

Summary

You are the lost daughter of Elizabeth Olsen, sadly you were taken away when you were born more so- like a kidnapping thing, but she never gave up hope on finding you, A mother daughter duo lost and found?

TW: abuse, mention of abuse, substance-abuse

(Mom) Elizabeth Olsen x (child) Reader

Mother/child relationship

2k words

Momma Lizzie x Daughter reader

(So sorry I wrote this ages ago and used she/her pronouns)

[Lizzies POV]

It's been 13 years time to this day since I've seen my daughter, Today was always a hard day for me, I was lucky to have the support of My family and friends, but most importantly my husband Robbie, even though I usually would just stay in bed All day with the lack of motivation to want to do anything but I had an interview today, so fake it till you make it right?

Anyway it was about 10am I was getting dressed, I wore a short black dress, and have my hair up in a high ponytail with the front hairs down and curled, this interview was just a Comicon, nothing too special about it. I’ve done conventions like these hundreds of times by now but I always enjoy the fans being able to put a smile onto someone else’s faces was the highlight of this job.

Making my way to the master bathroom I applied light natural make up just a soft smoky eye look pulling it together with mascara before getting the rest of my belongings together and heading for the door.

"Bye bye honey!" I thought it across the house unaware of what my husband was but he had to be somewhere

"Bye, be safe"  I heard Robbie respond

With that I headed out into my car, and was off to meet up with my MCU family.

[Readers POV]

"Mom, Charlie and Atlas are here" I said coming down the stairs to the lower floor in my house.

Today I was going London comicon, I was super excited and it was a way to get out of the house, see my mother, I love her of course she's my mother but, doesn't mean she loves me back, well she says she only wants what's best for me, while her actions have always implied other wise

"Whatever be home by 7pm, You're watching your sibling, i'm going out" she slurred out at me harshly almost hissing, it was then I noticed that there was a bottle of whisky down from the cupboard.

As much as I hate to leave my little sibling alone, especially when my mom is drinking which is always, you never know what she's gonna do... but this was my one escape, my one chance to see something I enjoyed. With that I headed out the door, jumping in the vehicle with the rest of my friends, Charlie's mom had offered to drive us, so Charlie sat in the passenger seat while atlas sat back next with me

"Bye be safe have fun kiddos" Charlie’s mom said softly before leaving once's she had dropped it us off at the con, we had made it in time to go to the interview of the MCU cast, including Scarlett Johansson, Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Paul Bettany, and Elizabeth Olsen, that made me excited, Wanda Natasha were two of my comfort characters they both been through a lot I felt connected to them in emotional way I guess you could say? With that we headed into an interview and took our seats we came in early getting decently close up seats to the stage as we waited and messed around a little bit before the cast came out, they each had their own little introduction, watching Tom make sense a little spider hands as he ran on stage made the crowd die laughing. Lizzie and Scarlett came out in fighting poses together like the strong women they are, no joke I was star struck!

[Lizzies POV]

I felt my anxiety peak a little bit which was completely normal, I had social anxiety and a lot of people knew that about me luckily one of my closest friend Scarlet was there with me.

"Hey it'll be great, the Fans love you" Scar Said softly just to me.

"Mhm" I responded sheepishly A bit lost in my own train of thought

Scar used her index finger to lift my chin to look her in the eyes, she knew that today was hard for me, without saying a word it wasn’t needed, she pulled me into a hug, holding my like a child, It helped honestly it felt good to be held.

"Let's welcome to the stage....

Tom Holland

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Chris Evans

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Paul Bettany

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Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen"

With that we had walked onto the stage from the left, doing small intros Scarlett and I posing in a silly fighting pose before skipping off to our seats. I took a glance over the crowd, many fans of all ages, I was so excited to see people coming together over something they love and me being apart of it! But something then caught my eye, and group of young teens, more so the young one on the right, they looked like a spitting image of myself.

I never took my eyes off them, for the whole interview, I felt distracted something was off, maybe it was my imagination maybe it was the date but withlist we made eye contact a few times, I would give her a small smile, but it was then it clicked for me.

"Y/N" I said under my breath

Only scar heard, they leaned over before asking me what was going on bluntly confused on what I was on about.

"That's Y/N she's here, my daughter is here!" I said a bit louder, my voice laced with shock.

"Really?" Was the responses scar gave getting a nod from myself I could tell she was as shocked as I was she leaned into my side whispering a “are you sure” into my ear just for reassurance.

I wanted to talk to her, I mean she's my daughter, well she might not know it yet, but I was thinking if a plan the whole interview, a bit out of it but Scarlett had my back, and was there to cover up for me when I was lost in my train of thought.

After the interview, I jumped up from my seat, grabbing Scarletts arm and dragging her to the girl with me quickly as I came up with an idea, now if it’s a good one? We will find out.

"Hey, we would like to invite you three to come backstage and meet the cast for a bit" I said a bit out of the blue, hoping Scarlett would just agree and catch on to my idea.

I watched the group of young teens faces light up, getting fast nods from all of them.

“oh my gods yes! we are huge fans” the child i soon found out has the name Atlas squeaked out

"Let's go then" I said with a smile before leading the group to my fellow marvel cast. As we walked they all gave their names but when I heard “y/n” the name I gave my daughter come from the young girl I about passed out right then and there

We were backstage, when I was trying to think of a way to explain to this kid, that she might be my long lost daughter, and even thought this all might sound like a movie, it's our real life.

"Y/n, can I talk to you" I asked the younger look-a-like of myself

She nodded as we went over to a more privet corner of the room. I could tell she was confused or maybe even excited at this point her face was giving off so many different emotions

"Okay, so I'm gonna need you to hear me out of this...I have a daughter, that was taken from me 13 years ago today—

"Today is my 13th birthday!" Y/n cut off even though it was a sad topic for Lizzie and hearing it upset y/n she was still excited to have the same birthday as Elizabeth Olsen a daughter!

That statement made me believe that y/n was my child even more. I took a deep breath it felt as if the air was caught in my throat.

"Y/n, that's why I'm here, I think you are my lost daughter, I mean you look just like me, the dates and everything else add up....I'm your mother, I know my baby anywhere" I said nervously, rushing the words out just wanting the statement out in the open air, now wondering in worry how they would react.

"Wait lemme get this straight, i'm your Long lost daughter? and my batshit alcoholic ‘mother’ isn't mine?" Y/n clarified more so for themself a bit bluntly.

Receiving quite the nervous nod in return from myself. “You were taken from me in the hospital when you were born, they said I was crazy and I never had a child as they stripped you away. I was heartbroken all I’ve ever wanted was a child and to be blessed with one then losing it the same day was devastating. In time I never stopped looking for you I came across some paper work saying you were in the system after the people whom took you sold you off all before the age of six months and that’s when I lost all ties, everything was destroyed on the case.” I explained tears peeking outa my eyes while y/n has a tears running down her face and a confused express still plastered on her face.

After taking a deep breath I felt small arms wrap around me as y/n fell into my chest, she was extremely overwhelmed I felt sorry but I couldn’t lose her again so I thought on my feet…

"If it's that bad...you don't have to go back, you can come with me, and get to know each other? and I know this is kind of weird especially because you don't even know me and it might be a little scary your friend can come of course I don't want you to feel like you have to but I'd love to get to know my own child" I smiled at her, scared that I would lose my child that I'd just got back.

I was drag out of my anxiety when I felt y/n's arms wrap around my body, it was an instinct to embrace them back.

"Y-yes I would like to get to know my- mother?"

I smiled pulling away from her grasp, letting her take my hand like a young child, which to me they were, hand in hand we walked back over to their friends plus Scarlett, I let y/n explain what was going on, and to call Charlie's mom to let her know that Lizzie would bring them home at some point, while I told Scarlett everything.

"You all ready?"

AN- thanks for reading, more work will come soon but this was just a quick story to get out <33

-bye bye sugars

[juiles]

Deaf in a loud world

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Being deaf and being born and raised in a hydra facility probably is the worst. At a very young age I had to learn to read lips and body language all at the same time. You also learn how to stay hidden in plain sight and retreat into your mind. That was normal to me, living in a silent world where the only communication I got was abuse. It was all I knew.

That was until I turned 6 and this woman found me. She had auburn hair that was pulled back in what I later learned to be french braids. Her jumpsuit was all black and she had a kind smile. She felt warm and safe, like no matter what happened, I would be safe in her arms. I had been with her for 3 hours and I learned her name and who she was. Her name was Natasha and she was here to save me.

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A/N: enjoy this little blurb that popped into my head while wide awake at 2 AM while being sick! I’m gonna finish writing so hopefully some of you enjoy!!!

(Also sorry for being absent for so long lmao. I’ve been dealing with so many things at work and my health it’s not even funny. Things seem to be settling down so i’m hoping to write again soon after this one!!!)

[fandomnerd9602]

Natasha Romanoff x daughter where reader DESTROYS Bucky in sparring and Nat's proud. Also can you make reader a super soldier?

The young child send Bucky flying across the room…

Natasha: oh I’m so proud of you honey

Natasha pulls young Y/N into her arms…

Y/N: thank you momma

Bucky: why? Just why?

[6rookie-writer0110]

Scarlett Johansson x Male Actor Reader in 2006 (18+)

Reader attending the 63rd Golden Globe Awards sees a sight that leaves him mesmerised, A stunningly beautiful woman, He recognises her but has honestly never seen her look so good.

He gets lucky when getting his seat inside to find he is seated right next to her, he takes the opportunity to keep her entertained and laughing all evening during the awards show.

Afterwards they attend the afterparty for the awards show together and Reader makes his move which Scarlett is more than happy to reciprocate, Scarlett invites him back to her hotel room for the night and Reader spends the whole night showing Scarlett his skills.

Afterwards Scarlett and Reader start dating, Reader feeling like the luckiest man in the world makes sure to always keep Scarlett entertained and supported, Scarlett finds herself fall increasing in love with him as he supports her while her Career takes off. They get Married in 2010 and have their first child in 2014.

Sure I will write it

[observeowl]

Where are you going S.J

Scarlett Johansson x daughter!reader

Summary: Rose found out R was sick and prevents R from going to school before calling for backup

Your POV I got ready to leave for school as usual and mum had already gone out as she had an early shoot today. Rose was also ready to leave and I was going to drop her off at her school before heading to mine.

"Sis, are you okay? Are you going to school?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, of course I am, what are you talking about?" I replied tiredly, wondering why she was asking such a question.

"No, you're not. You're sick." Rose pushed the fact in my face. 

"Only stupid will catch a cold, I'm not stupid. I don't have a cold, I'm going to school." I defended myself. Rose easily proved me wrong by stealing my bag from me when normally I would have retaliated.

She rolled her eyes and if mum was here, she would have told her off. Rose pushed me into my room and made sure I lay down. "I can get to school just fine by myself. I know the way." She said after taking my temperature. An overwhelming sense of achievement washes through me when she was so independent. I know mum did most of the work, but it was nice to see her development while growing up.

I heard the front door close and knew that Rose had left for school. The sense of tiredness hit me like a truck and I went to sleep immediately.

"I'm so sorry mummy has to leave, they called for a last minute reshoot." Mum said at my bedside. It was only the both of us, Rose wasn't in the picture yet. I think I was about her age then.

I was also sick that day but I understood that mum had to leave. I was a little sad because all I wanted was to cuddle with my mum and watch movies all day. "It's okay, I understand." I said as I sat up from bed.

"I placed the medicine on the counter so take it when you wake up again okay?" She instructed before kissing my forehead. "Mummy loves you."

"I can take care of myself. Love you too! Bye bye!" I waved at her before seeing her leave the door.

I woke up again feeling sticky all over from my sweat. I looked at the clock and it was already past 10 o'clock. I guess I did sleep for a little while.

"Do you want a towel?" Someone asked me.

"Yeah, sure." I replied, taking the towel and wiping the sweat off my face. It was a lot more refreshing but the sweats soon reappeared.

"Have you taken your medication?" She asked.

"Yeah, I took it."

I just realised I was holding a conversation with someone in my room and I didn't know who. Someone who managed to get into the house without raising the alarm. I turned my head to the side and it was Lizzie who was next to me.

"Oh, it's you." I heaved a sigh of relief that it was no stranger.

Elizabeth POVI was tending to my garden when my phone rang. I decided to let it ring for a while since it shouldn't be in any rush. After tossing aside my gloves, I noted that the phone was displaying Rose's number. She should be heading to school at this time.

Lizzie: Hey Rose, Why are you calling me? Shouldn't you be heading to school?

Rose: Aunt Lizzie! Yes, well... I was but sis got sick and she couldn't bring me to school But it's okay, I know how to go to school.

Lizzie: Y/N is sick?

Rose: Yeah, I was wondering if you could go check on her? You have the keys to our house, right? Sis can be a bit stubborn at times.

Lizzie: Yeah sure, Are you already at school?

Rose: Yes, Aunt Lizzie

Lizzie: Alright, have a fun day at school.

Rose: Thank you! Bye Aunt Lizzie

I hung up the phone and got ready to head to Scarlett's house. I really needed to have a talk with her. How was she able to bring up one child who is stubborn and another so caring and thoughtful?

Granted, Y/N grew up when Scarlett was still growing her career and so she spent most of her time alone. It wasn't easy for her to open up to anyone and she spends most of her time in her room. I guess it gave Scarlett a piece of mind as well since she knows she wouldn't be getting into trouble.

I went to the nearest pharmacy and bought things that were needed for a sick child and went to Scarlett's house. Y/N was still asleep when I reached so I went to prepare some food for her when she wakes up, knowing she'll be hungry.

Y/N finally woke up after a while, I don't think she recognised I'm here as I passed her the towel and asked if she took her medication. I see that she was dressed for school, meaning she was really intending to go to school if not for Rose stopping her. Suddenly her head snapped towards mine and said. "Oh, it's you."

"Yeah, how are you feeling? Rose told me to come."

"She meddles too much."

"She cares for you." I told her. "Did you take your temperature? How high was it?"

There was some slight hesitation in her eyes before saying. "Around 37 degree celsius (99 F)." I'm guessing it was actually closer to 38 degrees, reaching 39.

"Are you hungry? I have some soup waiting for you downstairs. I can heat it up quickly and bring it up for you. In the meantime, you can change if you want." I said, getting up from the chair next to her bed.

I was about to reach for her door handle when I heard a thud. Y/N was on the floor and I quickly rushed towards her and helped her up. "Y/N! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I was surprised she got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" She asked with tears in her eyes.

"I'm just going to the kitchen." I said.

She began crying even more hysterically and I tried hard to calm her down. "Where are you going? I missed you. Don't leave me."

I don't think she was talking about me anymore. Y/N was clinging onto me, not letting me go. So this was how she was feeling when Scarlett left her for work. I know the actress feels bad about it and there's nothing much she can do, but to think that the child was suppressing all the emotion all this time.

"Y/N..." I said quietly. "It's not 'where are you going', but 'please don't leave' isn't it? Sometimes you need to tell your mother what you want."

"Where are you going?" She continued to cry, I don't even know if she recognises that I'm not Scarlett. I sighed and carried her back to bed. She was in no position to be eating when she was in such distress.

After I calmed her down, and she went back to sleep, I pulled out my phone and called Scarlett.

Scarlett: Hey Lizzie, Is it important? I'm currently filming

Lizzie: Scarlett, Y/N is sick.

Scarlett: Is she okay? How did you know?

Lizzie: Rose called me. Do you think you can get off work early today? I have something to tell you.

Scarlett: I can try. But it would still be a couple of hours.

Lizzie: Better than nothing. See you soon.

Scarlett POVAs soon as Lizzie ended the phone, I went to talk to the director to check if we could move my scene forward and film mine first, so I could leave earlier. Thankfully, she was understanding and tried shifting the order of filming around. I thanked her and apologized to everyone for the inconvenience.

It was another three hours before I was finally free to leave and since it was close to Rose's time to get off from school, I swung by to pick her up as well.

After asking her how school was and knowing that she had a great time in school, she asked me if I knew that Y/N was sick at home and I nodded my head.

Lizzie was sitting in our living room and munching on our snacks while watching 'Room' on the television. I told Rose to run up to her room before making my way to Lizzie. "You wanted to tell me something?" I could tell from her expression that it was something serious.

She told me how Y/N was crying and was kinda delusional due to her temperature.

I didn't intentionally make her feel left out or lonely but all those little acts that I didn't take added up. During her school break, when I leave for work, Y/N would be at home alone. Sometimes I wished I was a normal parent, so I could just apply for leave and bring Y/N to travel overseas and see the world, spend some time together. I missed so much time during her childhood. But I couldn't really do that until recent years.

"Thank you for telling me Lizzie."

"I'm just going to say bye to Rose before leaving." I nodded my head and went up with her but I went to Y/N's room instead.

She was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake her up. Lizzie was right, she did intend to head to school if not for Rose stopping her. Checking her temperature with the back of my palm, it seemed like it had gone down quite a bit.

"There's no way to rewind time and to correct the mistakes I've made but if I could, I would. Who cares about making a name for yourself, when your own child is missing you. I'm everywhere on the screen, but I was unable to be there for you. Missing the time to take care of you would probably be my regret forever... I'm sorry."

"I love you. I just want you to know that you can still come to me whenever and I will hear you out." I sighed and pulled the blanket closer to her before kissing her forehead.

Lizzie was already gone and Rose was sitting at the dining table so I guess Lizzie fixed her a bit of cereal to have while waiting for me.

Your POVI sat up immediately after mum had left my room. I was awake the entire time. The stairs weren't quiet at all, especially with two women climbing the stairs. It was obvious who came into my room from the footsteps. I almost felt as if my fever went down a notch because of her words.

Rubbing my face I changed and went down because I was hungry. I haven't eaten since breakfast and I went back to sleep again when Lizzie came so I was starving.

"Are you feeling better?" Mum asked as I appeared. I nodded my head and checked if there was anything to eat. "Looking for the soup that Lizzie made? I can heat it up for you." I nodded my head again. She went to take out the pot to heat up the soup.

I was sitting at the dining table when Rose pushed me and looked towards mum. I looked at her curious as to what she was doing. She waved for me to go closer.

"She's finally back." She whispered in my ears and nudged me again closer to mum. I quietly slide out of the chair, not making a sound.

"It's-"

I slid my arms around her waist and rested my head on her back. "Please don't leave." I heard her turned off the stove and turned around so I looked up at her.

"I'm not going to leave, from now on, you're my number one priority."

"What about me?" Rose whined.

"You too, Rose."

"I love you too." I said before hugging her tighter.

[gayerthanevertbh]

apeitheia - part one.

pairings | scarlett johansson x fem!reader

summary | you and scarlett likes to write letters to each other, but without both of you knowing that you guys do write for each other. everything goes downhill that fast, huh?

warnings | heavy angst, probably just that. let me know if there’s more. x

notes | the next chapter will be... HAHAHA but i hope you enjoy the first chapter. your thoughts are always appreciated. <3 have fun reading!

series masterlist | masterlist | taglist for this series 

apeitheia (noun) - disobedience. A biblical term.

DAILY MAIL: SCARLETT, THE SERIAL CHEATER.

Hollywood’s biggest actress was found to be cheating with an unknown “woman” in the Hamptons last month. They were seen at a local store, cuddling like lovers. Some say that it’s surprising and amazing to see Johansson being in a relationship with a woman while others say that it’s disgusting to cheat on a man that is worth more than that woman. Scarlett has not said anything yet about this topic, as her management says nor will ever be talked away, under her circumstances. But us fans are curious about this new love life that Johansson has. The woman seems to be younger since of her height and look. Although we did not get her name, surely – it’ll be out once she’s been speculated more.

Another news report says that she’s been caught with another woman in Argentina, an underrated hotel that no celebrities go to. There were photos that were taken, but they say that it’s the same woman that she’s with at the Hamptons. Although we believe the woman is different, either way – what a serial cheater.

A lot of people on social media disagree with Johansson’s actions since they find it: committing adultery. We don’t know the whole story yet, but there will be more for sure to come.

I was now known as a cheater, who doesn’t have morals and respect for myself. It was my fault none of the less, but words do hurt when they don’t have the context of the story. Either way, it was the same thing. I was a cheater, a serial cheater who likes to “sleep” with women. It’s like the whole industry fetishizes that idea of me, the thought of sleeping with another woman that makes me look disgusting – and maybe I was. And the newspaper and paparazzi love that idea so much that it makes me look like a nasty cheater. My husband was a good and fair man with a handsome look on his face, and his charm strikes to the people that I admire. He was a charming man, and I fell for that. He was broad and tall, he took care of me when I was at my lowest. Then eventually, we got married. I thought I was content with what I had, really content.

Until that changed when she showed up in my life.

How cliche and boring, as they say. I do agree with the critics, but she was different. She struck me like a cupid, I was utterly in love with her – still am if I was brutally honest about it. God knows I felt like a teenager all over again whenever she walks in through the doors of my company, with her hair down to her shoulder – perfectly cut. She was always smiling and so genuine with her feelings and the actions that make people fall for her; I was in there too.

I could feel myself smiling from the immense thought of her. I was in love, so in love. I felt stupid and like a child for being so in love with a girl that I shouldn’t be in the first place.

But she’s gone, she left. She left me.

“Eat your food,” said Colin – my supposed husband – while brewing another cup of coffee for himself, since I took the other one without even thinking it was mine. I continued to stare at my untouched food, realizing that Colin wasn’t the best cook. He did make good food, it’s just that it was too local and boring. How mean was I to even think that way toward my husband, but I’m surely blunt about it.

She makes the best omelet.

“Later.” I responded with a whisper, but with a deep voice.

“You’ve been staring at your food ever since I woke you up.”

I looked up at him slowly, trying to see if he was upset about the whole story circulating around the internet. He probably must have known, but never spoke about it. The news was out almost a month ago, so Colin must have had an idea about the whole story. Knowing him, he’ll speak about it once he’s ready but – do I know for sure he is? He looked at me briefly then sighed, placing the mug on the countertop with silence roaring out of the atmosphere.

“I know what happened.”

He knows.

I could feel the sense of crying coming out and tried my best to hold it back, but when I think about her; the tears just come out naturally. He can see a single teardrop from my cheeks and almost felt saddened by the whole situation. Colin was an understanding person, even when the ones he loved hurt him. I was one of those people who truly hurt him. I didn’t mean to, I really tried holding it back. But she was dearest, he wasn’t.

I shook my head slowly and pinched my eyes, stopping those tears to fall out. I whispered with a crack in my voice: “I was supposed to tell you soon.”

He let out a laugh that seemed genuine but in an upsetting way. I averted my eyes back to him and saw how slightly red his face was. It was as if he was crying with me, sharing the same burden that I have. And maybe we do have the same burden, it’s just that I was the one who caused it. He leaned his upper body on the edge of the counter while clasping his hands together to keep himself up – because, in his situation, he was the loyal man in the marriage.

“But you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” I repeated his words, mocking his tone. I looked down at my food again and could feel more tears trickling down from my eyes, feeling the sudden drop of my heart once I’m finally admitting my own wrongs. And knowing how genuine and kind he was, it was really time for me to open up about everything that has happened within a year.

“I fell in love with her, Colin.”

“You did,” he agreed, making my head bolt up slightly and seeing how understanding he was. The thought of him screaming at me and telling me how much of a whore – as the people say – did scare me a little, but it was so surprising that he was calm about it; making me think maybe he had an affair too. “I’ve known about it. Ever since I saw a message from her on your phone.”

“Colin–”

He cut me off, “Her name was petal, was it? You named her Petal. It wasn’t discreet of you, Scarlett.”

Petal. It was her nickname when we used to talk, the only name that I call her whenever I felt vulnerable and in love. I was her lovie while she was my petal. How my heart flutters whenever I repeat that name in my head that it shows on my face quickly, he caught me blushing from the name. Petal.

I wiped my tears roughly with my f0refinger and grabbed the nearby glass that had whiskey in it, realizing that it was probably a day old. I dunked it down my throat in one sitting and sighed with a shaky breath. He looked down at me with deeper eyes and said, “I love you, Scarlett. I don't think I will stop, but you love her.”

“I do,” I responded with a shallow whisper and looked at the window that was behind him, noticing the trees were being blown by the wind. I whispered, “And I will never stop loving her. I don’t think I can.”

“Why’s that?” he asked again but this time, he wanted me to spit it out like a drink – he wanted to know everything about our story, how we met, and how we fell in love. Could I blame him, though? If she, the love of my life, was in love with someone else and it wasn’t me: I’d start to have questions.

Why not me? Why was it never me?

“Because with her, everything feels normal. I feel me.”

MARCH 11, 2022. A year ago.

“Y/N?”

I looked around the desk to see who was talking to me until my eyes averted to Kate, who’s the CEO of Scarlett and her company: The Outset. I stood up abruptly and kept my chin up, like a soldier. Sometimes, I still feel frightened by her presence. Kate wasn’t scary – far from that actually – but I was working for her, so I felt very intimidated. She smiled kindly at me and asked me to come forward, then says something with: “Scarlett wants to meet you since she has been away because of a new movie coming up. She says she likes you and wants to know more about who you are.”

I must’ve mustered out a chuckle but then died when she wasn’t laughing back, but her face was kind.

“She wants to talk to me?” I asked, repeating her words. I can’t blame myself, I was going to be talked to by one of the biggest Hollywood actresses out there, and now – I’m working for her. Small world, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” she agrees, nodding. Then her hand went to my lower back and walked with me to the office, mentioning: “Scarlett is very open and sweet, she’s not a mean person. Just giving you a heads up.”

When she opened the door I saw an average figure sitting down, writing something on a sheet of paper, and looked up – our eyes meeting. She then smiles kindly and stands up, reaching out her hand for me to shake it. Of course, I did. But once our hands did touch, I felt a spark. And she did too since her face says it all, or maybe I was delusional about it.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” she says my name as if she memorized it with the way it slips out of her tongue so easily, I was impressed. I smiled back at her and shook her hand, but not too tightly. It seemed like we’d been shaking our hands until I dropped it, not in an awkward way. She added, “Kate tells me so much about you and how good you are with your work. I must say, your ideas for this company are bright. I’m glad that you’re working for us.”

“It’s a pleasure, Ms. Johansson,” I responded, nodding while I watch her as she sat back down in her chair. She offered me a seat that was beside the desk, I sat on it quickly – trying not to disappoint her. I added, “I hope you’re having a good day.”

She laughs softly.

“I am… yeah I am,” Scarlett reaches for her glass on the table and drinks from it while looking at me with her piercing green eyes. Then she places it back with a sigh, leaning her back on the chair. I realize how short her hair was, but not all the way to her ear. Her hair was all the way down to her shoulders – like mine. I realized how similar our hair was, which was funny because I kept thinking about it. She then says, “Where do you live? How’s transportation coming to the warehouse?”

I responded, “Not that far. I live alone in an apartment. Well, a studio for the meantime.”

“Why a studio?” she asked, looking at me as if she was interested in my story. Was she interested? It was hard for me to be convinced that someone could be invested in my life or what I do, let alone my parents.

“I’m still in college,” I tell her, sounding as quiet as a mouse. She leans forward against her table and tilts her head slightly, and it makes me more nervous when she does that. “Last year, actually. I’m saving money for a bigger place. Apartments in New York are increasingly high.”

She nods, agreeing. Then replies: “Yeah, you can say that. What’s your course?”

“Fine arts.”

She nods again and that’s what she has been doing ever since I got here. She drinks from her glass again and smacked her lips together, putting her other leg on top of her thigh, asking: “I’ll double your salary.”

I shook my head in disapproval and chuckled nervously, how can she do that? It was a nice act, but I don’t need my salary to be higher just because I live in a studio. I quickly mustered, “Ms. Johansson, I don’t think that’s fair–”

“You’re the employee of the month in my company,” she reasoned with a sigh, looking at me with her glasses that looked a little square, but also in a circle. She pushes her glasses back on her nose bridge and continued, “I’m very interested in you, Y/N. I hope you do stay longer because I need you to be here.”

I need you to be here. She wants to be here, what does that even mean? How did that line up with her statement? The confusion started to take over and I nodded, letting the defeat take over our debation.

“You’re too kind, Ms. Johansson.”

Scarlett chuckles and shakes her head. Her hand reaches out to mine and our skin grazed, like a tango. I could feel my heart beating when she was near and how her charming smile affects me, I could almost feel hysterical about it. Then, she says in her deeper voice: “I’m always kind.”

I made a hasty exit and walked back to my desk, my heart wouldn’t stop thumping after that intimate conversation between us. Or maybe, I felt intimate. Though, the way she even spoke to me was as if she has known me ever since. My friend, Bobbie, looked at me questionably and asked: “You look so red.”

I chuckled nervously, trying to fan myself with my hand. I replied, “Do I? It must be so hot here, yeah?”

“What happened in there?”

I inhaled the atmosphere and leaned against my chair, feeling it bending back. I looked at them and shook my head once more, trying to figure out what I’m about to elaborate on. I said, “Ms. Johansson and I spoke to each other, she says that I’m quite interesting.”

“Well, you are since you’re literally the employee of the month.”

They had a point there, I was in fact – the employee of the month. But what if I wasn’t anymore? What if I flunk at this job and Scarlett starts to despise me like a vile creature? When she’s here, it’s like I have to make everything perfect. Since she already is perfect, it’s a matter of a fact that every move or idea I make was also perfect.

“You’ve got to calm down,” they tell me. “Could you give these to Martha over there? The papers are done.”

I nodded and got back to work.

The evening has come and everyone starts to leave, saying their goodbyes and goodnights. Usually, I’ll be the one left in the warehouse since I have to get things done before tomorrow starts. I began to turn off every lamp and light in the lounge when my eyes noticed that the corner right of the hallway was bright. Warm yellow bright. They must’ve forgotten to turn off the lights in that area so I walked briskly until I saw Scarlett with red wine in her glass, swirling it while there was a piece of soft faded music that was playing inside the room. We both made eye contact and briefly, I looked away. But then she calls out for me and asked, “Are you supposed to go home?”

I nodded but it wasn’t an affirmation or an agreement, but it was a yes. I felt distracted by the lights so I continued to look down at my feet until Scarlett softly demands: “Could you look me in the eyes?”

Her tone was full of warmth, inviting – yet demanding as I said. We made eye contact again and I heard her muttering: “Good.” I was about to ask what she said, but I heard her perfectly well. Too good. I could feel my knees begin to weaken when she continues to stare at me as if she wants to somehow talk to me or be accompanied; which I don’t mind giving, but I felt nervous. Intimidated. Scared. She leans against her office chair and clasped her hands together on her lap, her eyes asking me to sit down in front of her – and I did.

“Do you read books?” she asked, which was hysterically a random question – but I’d, of course, answer that. I nodded, not mumbling out a word. She asks again, “Could you answer me, please?”

“Sorry,” I muttered, playing with my thumb and my forefinger intensely while her eyes are still contracted to mine. I responded, “I do read books. The Alchemist for example.”

“I like that book,” she mentions, erupting with a smile on her face. “It seems like you have good taste.”

“And you do too.” I tell her, smiling back. Scarlett chuckles and drinks from her glass again, noticing how red her lips are because of the wine she takes. Her face too, for that matter. On my left, I see a tall bottle of wine that was displayed – and it explains why her face must be so red.

“I usually don’t make friends with employees but, I’ll make an exception for you.”

I felt honored to be her friend, but I have a feeling that she was just saying that. Out of respect or maybe in her drunken haze. I smiled brightly at her and still responded with a sincere genuine tone, saying: “That’s kind of you. I’m glad we’re friends then.”

“You aren’t scared of me?” she asked, her eyes scrunching together slightly. I thought about that question for a fat minute and realized that I was in fact scared of her. But the more that she talked to me and kept me company, the more that I felt safe around her presence.

“A little,” I responded quietly.

The lamp rays between us, mostly to her as I could see the little mole on her cheek. She smiled at me, but then faltered when I continued to stare at the bottle of wine for some weird reason. Though I was staring at her my eyes quickly looked away when she caught me staring. She felt amused by the stare, it felt like it was. But I was thinking of another picture until she cut me off from my thoughts by asking: “Is your home near the warehouse?”

I laughed but not in a rude way. In fact, in such an amusing way that she’s laughing too. I nodded, saying, “You already asked that question a while ago.”

“I must’ve forgotten then.”

We continued to stare at each other in such an intimidating way that I’m convinced I could feel the way she feels. I felt utterly and soundly safe with her, and I’m hoping I can give her the treatment back. She poured herself another glass and drank from it, almost finishing the whole wine glass. Then, realizing how late it was – I excused myself. She looked a little disappointed about my departure but gave me a small smile, telling me to stay safe.

As I was about to leave, she tapped on my shoulder and I turned around – my heart pounded with the sudden presence of her. I was easily scared as a person, and it would be embarrassing if I screamed that the windows break. She smiled and asked, “Could I have your number? For work purposes.”

“But I could just use the company’s number–”

“No, I um…” her words faltered a bit, and looked at me with weird-looking eyes that I can’t seem to understand what kind of emotion she was giving. She was my boss, after all. So contacting her would be necessary. “I trust you now. Is it okay if I type my number into your phone?”

After the whole numbering process, she tucks her gray sweater inside her pants and rubs her eyes. Our faces were close to each other and I could feel her breath intensify. Scarlett shakes her head and whispers, “Goodnight, Y/N. I hope to see you tomorrow.” I nodded and walked away, hearing the door closing behind me. Was I rude for not saying it back? Can she blame me? I felt a little awkward with our slightly warm interaction but it also felt really nice and inviting. I think I’ve never felt so safe after that immense conversation I had with Scarlett. It felt weird too, but in a good way that it’s unexplainable. Was she fond of me? It looked like it unless it was all fake. But knowing how genuine she was, it probably wasn’t as well.

PRESENT: MARCH 11, 2023.

Colin and I were sleeping separately for tonight, I acted on it first. He understood but still gave me a kiss on the cheek, a sign of saying: goodnight, I love you. I wish to say it back but I know it wouldn’t mean anything because petal was the only woman that I’ll ever love. With each glass of whiskey I intake, the more that I do think about her. How much she gave me love and hope when it came to us both like we were battling our lives with the critics and the people who might disapprove of what we have. I never felt that way ever since I met her, not even a single thought of being in the wrong. Because in my case, what I feel is right. And for petal, I felt like our love was right.

My phone buzzed and I quickly picked it up, bringing the speaker to my ear, and asked with a hoarse voice: “Who’s this?”

Hi, Scar.

Petal. After all these weeks, these burden weeks, she called me. She finally did! I felt happy, surprised, and excited so I stood up from my rocking chair and let out a sob of joy, finally hearing the voice that I’ve craved ever since the headlines started spreading around like fire.

“Hi,” I whispered, sobbing quietly with joy, and laid my head on the pillows – feeling at peace, somehow. I asked quickly, “Are you okay? Why did you call? Do you want me to visit you, my love?”

There was a long awkward pause, and I could tell this isn’t going to end well as I planned to happen. I gulped, feeling the heavy lump in my throat as she says those words that will haunt me until I possibly collapse.

I can’t see you anymore, Scarlett. You know that.

“Please don’t say that petal…”

I could hear her sob from the speaker of my phone, and my heart began to race with fear and sadness. The last time she cried to me was before she left me alone in that motel room. She was so frightened by the people and how they’ll see us, thinking and assuming that everything will end badly. I’d always hold her close to me and reassure her that I’ll always protect her, in every aspect of life.

But that didn’t happen, she left.

I can’t see you anymore, my family will be in danger.

“I’ll protect you and your family, you know that.”

I lowered the music speaker from my desk and paced back and forth inside the room, feeling a sweat forming against my forehead. I wiped it off with the back of my palm, as the silence went on. With each time ticking, the feeling of being happy again suppresses me. The thought of just holding her cheek and kissing her lips, her neck, and her beautiful face, could only help me to calm my thoughts. I long for her, I want her here, I need to hold her, I want everything with her. But when threats occur in life, sometimes it doesn’t work out that way. They were a threat to my love for petal, they are ruining me.

I love you, Scarlett. You know I always will. And I know you–god, I know you will protect me at every cost. But this is getting too dangerous for both of us

I could feel her whimpering on the speaker, it was as if she was about to leave me again – and I cannot let that happen. So I said quickly with a broken sob, “Don’t go, Y/N. You can’t.”

But my family is in danger with everyone practically stalking me everywhere! Scarlett, my life is in danger. My family’s life is in danger, I need to leave you and get on with my life.

“But my love for you will never fade away like that,” I reasoned, trying to make her stay on this phone call until I could ask for her address, it wouldn’t hurt to see her – right? “Y/N, let me see you tonight. Please? Baby, I love you.”

Do you love me?

“Yes.”

When I answered her question, all I could think about was the life we always planned to have. I remember vividly well when we were in Argentina, Y/N always tells me that she wanted to have a life in a quiet town, a few kids if I wanted to. I would tell her that it would happen soon and a kiss of reassurance would make her believe that it was going to happen. Breaking that promise like that will hurt me and her, it’s like giving up on something that hasn’t been done yet. With every heartbeat that thumps out of me, the thought of even marrying her floods through my head.

Then you have to let me go.

I shake my head in a frantic movement, responding with a deep voice but with a tinge of a crack in my vocal cords, “No, Y/N.” I could feel how pathetic I was, and how controlling my behavior was too. But with each second pass, I know she’s about to hang up on this phone. I added, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Please?

“I will protect you, baby girl,” I sounded desperate now, like begging to be exact. I was a woman with my words, I would do everything I could to just protect her. She knows that, I know that. She should’ve trusted me on that, but why can’t she? It’s like with each headline that pops out on the internet, the more she has lost me. With my head banging against the headboard quietly, I could hear her saying:

I love you, Lovie.

And she hangs up, making me grip my phone tightly as I was still expecting her voice, but nothing comes out. I couldn’t blame her, my heart could not bear it. She had a point, everyone was in danger because of our affair. If I could’ve divorced Colin last year, I would be walking hand-on-hand under the streetlights of New York. Considering how wealthy I am, I decided to use my money for good use.

I can’t let her go just like that.

I sat on my desk and pulled out my worn-out notebook, smiling unintentionally when I flipped through the pages of my writings down on the paper. I realized how truly in love I was with Y/N and realized that letting her go wouldn’t be the best-case scenario. I can’t do it, I simply can’t. I’ll fight for her if I have to, I’ll do everything for the woman I love. How cliche and boring that was, but never for me.

Y/N,

Your atmosphere radiates to me endlessly. I know I’ve only met you for a day, but there is something about you that I can’t seem to understand what it is. There’s this sense from you that I like, especially in the little conversation that we had last night. I couldn’t stop thinking if you felt the same way or possibly, never. I hope you do, don’t I sound a creep when I say that?

You will never reach these words out of my mouth and onto this paper, but I hope that you know that you looked beautiful tonight. I’m married for fucks sake, why am I kind of– anyway, I hope you have a goodnight.

Sincerely,

Scarlett.

                                                       /

Scarlett,

There’s something you must know and is that – you are genuinely the kindest person I’ve ever met, well aside from Kate. I didn’t know an actress like you would be kind enough towards me, like somehow inviting me into this friendship that you have offered. And as that thought runs through my head, the more that I’m excited to go to work just to see you.

You’re a married woman, too bad. I would’ve confessed that I’m having the slightest crush on you. Other than being beautiful, you’re really charming and forward. I never was that type of person, so you must know my actions toward you: way too awkward, right? You will never reach this journal but I hope you do know that you gave me a spark today that I can’t figure out.

Until next time.

Sincerely,

Y/N.

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[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”