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scar-lie · 3 months

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Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]

Summary : You're tired of fighting, you're losing hope and giving up for your relationship with your two girlfriends who don't want to fight for you

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Scarlett Johansson

Warning : Arguing

Word count : 1,723

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You rub the side of your eyes, getting stressed by the endless argument you have had with your two girlfriends for four years now, and you're losing hope; you're losing everything you have to give for them the further you three argue.

You're getting tired and drained from giving all you have to them without receiving anything back. It feels like you're playing house with them, where they're going to need to go or get tired; they’ll just leave without considering you or your feelings, while you're left without anyone but your thoughts.

“Why can't you fucking understand that?! There are things that're more important than staying here. To what? ...to stay here, so you wouldn't mope around about how sad you are alone! "Natasha screamed, getting frustrated and irritated by the simple things you're asking, and so was Scarlett.

“I do; I do understand what you're pointing at, but you're not listening." You quickly shut your mount when Scarlett interrupts you, so you put your hand to your face, covering how broken you are.

“I act for a living, Y/N. This is what I do before you come into my life; this is my life. I can't just say to them, "Sorry, I’m going to be gone for a week or two; my girlfriend wants me to stay in.” That's not how fucking works.” They are ready to leave, bags already packed, already dressed up; only this argument is making them stay.

“And I save lives for living, so I can't just stop taking a break; just fucking think before you become selfish,” Natasha screamed, slamming the door shut on her way out.

“Not everything is in your favor, not because you're our girlfriend; you can just decide or dictate what we're going to do; you're just our girlfriend,” Scarlett followed suit, leaving you completely alone in your shared home, the one they bought because of how welcoming it is, how the house welcomes the natural light, how peaceful the place is, the big backyard where you're obsessed with growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables—this house is just perfect for their liking and yours. That's why they surprised you with the house.

This is your mark of a happy life ahead of you, and this is the house. That's why they surprise you with the house. “This is our mark of a happy life ahead of us,” “and this is our house that we will make happy memories,” they quote.

But now you're asking yourself if this house makes you three happy anymore—the same house the three of you are planning to have a family with and grow old with until your grandchildren drag your ass out to the backyard to play or do something interesting.

You're losing hope that this relationship will be the same; you're falling into a deep hole further and further down until you reach the peak, where there's no way out if you keep pushing yourself to them.

You're body collided in the soft mattress, your sobs are getting muffled by the pillow you're hugging—their pillow to be exact—soaking it with your tears, all the pent-up frustrating, sleepless nights, the feelings you're bottling are now erupting, making your body shake while crying, not caring if the neighbor can hear you—it's just all too much.

You have nothing else to give anymore; you're drained and done with months of arguing and please them to give you at least a little bit of their time, to put you in their first priority. You're tired of forgiving them over and over again, and you don't think you can open the door to let them in one more time. You have no cards to give to them anymore; all the best cards are already used.

They are again saying how sorry they are and how they are going to make it up to you—key word make-up "sex"—through text the next day, but you can't find any word to reply, so you stick with “ok, it's fine," laying your phone face down on the couch while watching some random movies, rom-coms, TV series, or just anything that can pass your time since you don't have anything to do.

But this doesn't sit right with Natasha and Scarlett, waiting for further massages that never come, or maybe they are waiting for your caring self to text them how they are doing, asking if they already eat or how's their day, or maybe they are waiting for your rambling or complaining about how’s your day goes, or how boring it is that your friends are being bitchy on the internet.

but that never came even in the following days; all they got was a short reply and a cold shoulder, making them uneasy through the next few weeks until they got home, worried and hopeful that once they step in the front door, you're going to throw yourself into them like you always do.

"Darling, we're home! "Natasha and Scarlett shout, dropping their bags in the hallway and locking the door.

“In the lounge,” you reply back, not bothering to stand up to great them properly, you're just sitting there in front of a TV while scrolling through social media.

“Hey, there's no kisses or hugs? "Scarlett sat down next to you, so you kissed her on the cheek, doing the same thing to Natasha when she sat on the other side, mumbling, “Welcome home,” then go back, scrolling down through your phone.

"Hey, stop giving us a cold shoulder; we're here. Isn't that what you want? "Natasha whispers softly, caressing your exposed thigh while trying to read you while Scarlett lays her head on your shoulder. The moves you know from the back of your hand indicate they want sex.

“I’m not in the mood.” You push Nat's hand and Scar's head gently, then stand up, going up to your shared bedroom.

“I think we should give her some space for now,” Scarlett whispered, following you with her eyes and sighing in frustration.

“She's just being dramatic, Scar; she's come running to us eventually,” Nat dismissed, going in the kitchen to drink some water and hoping there's food but finding nothing, so she looked back, giving Scarlett a smile, shaking her head while chuckling.

“Fine, what do you want? "Nat gives her a smirk, knowing her way to get her to cooking.

" Pasta, please” With that, they both chat in the kitchen, catching up and having a little fun like they always do right before you come on the picture.

Hearing them giggling and chuckling from the bedroom makes you hate yourself because they are happy without you, they can go to their day without you, and you hate how they can just continue their day without bothering if you're okay or include you.

So in the end, you just move to the farthest room, which is the guestroom. You three didn't use it much, but these past few months, Natasha and Scarlett have usually used it since you three were always arguing and they ended up sleeping in the guestroom while you're alone in your shared bedroom.

But as each day passes, you're feeling yourself uninterested. Sure, you three interact, but not like before, and today is another argument in Natasha and Scarlett’s minds since they need to go again.

“We're heading out now; be safe here.” Natasha kisses your forehead, followed by Scarlett, and you hum, continuing to read your book.

"Ok,” you simply reply, which sends a shiver down their spine.

“Ok? Aren't you going to tell us how workaholic we are? How come we don't spend time here anymore? Leaving you alone, aren't you going to ask us to give you some of our time? "Scarlett frowns while standing, and Natasha thinks the same way, waiting for your answer.

"No,” you're unbothered; not even a single emotion is showing in your face; you're just calm.

“Why? "You shrug at Natasha's question, turning to the next page.

“Why? "You chuckle sarcastically, making Scarlett uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another and picking her skin, making Natasha step forward to stop her from getting herself hurt.

“You mean ‘begged you for your time? ’, what's the point? To make myself look desperate? Needy? Selfish? Self-centered? "You shake your head with a scrawl face.

“No thanks, plus whatever I say or do will never stop you from leaving or doing what you want; if you want to leave, then go leave; I don't care anymore.” Their hearts both sank down to the pit of their stomachs.

“Like you always say, what you do is more important than being with me for a few minutes, so I’m saving both of you and me the energy you needed for something and time.” Scarlett held Natasha's arm tightly, finding herself starting to have an anxiety attack, but Natasha was rubbing her back. Natasha felt hurt and worried that they pushed you too far.

Sure, she dearly loves Scarlett. I mean, they're already in a relationship when you join the couple, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less. You're the heart of this house; you're keeping them in their toes; you're their center; you're their foundation that's keeping everything in their surroundings magical; you're their Alice in their Wonderland; the apple in their eyes; their home in their heart; and their key to their locks.

In short, they couldn't function without you; you're the center of everything to them, so this makes their world turn upside down, but in a bad way.

“I-I wanna stay……I-I’ll just call to have at least 2 weeks leave,” Scarlett mumbles, getting lost of words, and all she can think about is being with you, to cuddle you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you, and so does Natasha.

‘I-I wanna….stay too,” but before they can dial a number, you quickly stop them.

“Oh no, please don't. Don't let me hold you back. Just because I speak what's on my mind, please do leave and go on with your week.” You give them a tight smile, then go back to reading.

But the two shake their heads no, wanting to be as close to you as possible, but before they can approach the bed, their whole world crashes into pieces.

“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 7 months

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Mayores

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this was requested by one of you. Thank you for the request, anon!

MASTERLIST

You spent most of your life being disappointed at all the people you tried to date.

Don't take it the wrong way, but there was always something that displeased you in a way that you couldn’t brush off. Your first girlfriend would do overly romantic gestures that you were fairly sure she was getting ideas from the rom-com she was fascinated with. The relationship didn’t last that long, although she kept the record of the most amount of gifts any girlfriend ever gave you for many years after that. The girl that came after her was the complete opposite, difficult to show any emotions and very closed off. You fell hard, of course, and had your heart broken several times by her. She cheated, she lied, she manipulated, and she wouldn’t even tell you she loved you unless it was when you found out about another one of her affairs. You made yourself go through that hell for nearly three years.

After that, you vowed to give yourself some time to recover, to be alone and think about your own life. You were almost done with college at that point but that didn’t stop you from suddenly becoming the party girl you couldn’t be for the last few years. None of your one-night stands were remarkable enough for you to want a second round with them, even when some would ask and beg for it. It was fun, but you also met every type of girl in your adventures.

When you finally met someone again and tried to start a new relationship, things just didn’t work out. No dramas, it just didn’t. It was nice at first, but the spark was gone so fast that you two became friends very quickly. You were done with college soon after you broke up, so you packed your things and moved to NY.

It's not like you made a conscious decision not to date anyone. You didn’t put any walls around your heart or anything like that. What happened was that no one seemed to be able to catch your attention for more than a few dates. It was like they would bore you somehow, which was insane to think because you were sure they were all great people.

Just not the right ones for you.

So you kept living in NY while going through a small rampage of quick dates. You found a job, you started your career, you got yourself a nice apartment that was way more expensive than you thought it should be, you made some friends, and you lived the freedom of the early twenties.

Until you met her.

Scarlett Johansson popped up in your life out of nowhere, as if she had appeared out of thin air, but she soon proved to be very different from anyone else you knew. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made her so different from the rest, but you figured it out after a while. She was older than you, she was already divorced, she had experience. She had experience.

It didn’t take long for you to fall for her, head first and without going back. How could you not? How could you not fall for her when she did things that no one else had ever done for you?

Scarlett would open the doors for you - and it would never fail to make you blush. She would bring you flowers, but not only when she was picking you up for a date - no, she was always pampering you with flowers, sometimes sending you a bouquet even when she was traveling and currently on the other side of the ocean. She would treat you to fancy dinners and expensive wines, and take you to try dishes you never even heard about. She would call you "darling" and kiss your cheek in public, although she wasn’t usually holding your hand - her hand was normally at your lower back, guiding you gently but with no hesitation. Scarlett would give you small gifts all the time too - you picked up on the fact that you would talk about a book you wanted to read one day and said book would be waiting for you in the next one. Scarlett even renounced her side of the bed because that was your favorite.

Overall, Scarlett was a true gentleman.

Except when you were inside the bedroom.

Oh, when you were inside the bedroom things were very different.

She never truly forewent her gentleman persona since she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear while pounding you mercilessly on the bed. Scarlett would pull your hair and kiss your jaw sweetly at the same time. She would ruin you and then go up your body kissing every inch of your skin while also telling you how good you were. She would call you a slut and, after you had the best orgasm in your life, she would prepare you a hot bath where she would rub your feet and tell you how much she loves you.

That’s why you were so damn surprised with the conversation that took place that night.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you said while peeling a potato.

Scarlett was cutting up bacon into cubes beside you, but she hit the knife a bit harder after she heard what you said. “I didn’t send you flowers.”

She looked at you with one quirked eyebrow, clearly asking you for more information, but you were too busy trying to fight back a blush. When you were called in the middle of your workday to go to the reception table to sign off a delivery, you were already halfway expecting it to be flowers. Scarlett didn’t make a habit of sending things to your work - unless you shamefully admitted you skipped a meal and she made a goal of trying to feed you - but you also never received anything unless it wasn’t for something Scarlett sent you.

So, when you got there and saw the bouquet, you immediately assumed it had been from your girlfriend, although you didn’t have time to send her a quick text to thank her because you needed to rush for a meeting and couldn’t take your phone with you. You were busy until closing hours and, since you had plans with Scarlett that night, you didn’t bother texting her, just deciding to thank her in person.

Which was what you were trying to do.

“What do you mean?” You asked with your head tilted to the side.

“I didn’t send you anything,” Scarlett repeated, now putting the knife down to fully look at you. “You received flowers today?”

“Yes,” you still sounded confused when you also stopped peeling the potatoes. “It wasn’t you?”

“No, no it wasn’t.” Her voice was firm now, leaving no room for arguments, and you could see her jaw clenching a bit. “Who sent you flowers?”

“Babe, I thought it was you!” You were fast to try to explain, even though you weren’t exactly sure how you could explain something like that. “I don’t know who - Oh.”

Oh, indeed.

The thought crossed your mind while you were talking, but that was the only thing that could make sense. If Scarlett hadn’t been the one to send you the flowers, there was only one other option for who did it. And it was bad because, sure, you didn’t want to receive flowers from anyone but your girlfriend, but the fact that it was that particular person who did it made it a thousand times worse.

Scarlett must have picked on your reaction because she raised one eyebrow at you, clearly not amused at all. “What does ‘oh’ mean?” You didn’t reply since you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to do so, although it only resulted in Scarlett crossing her arms while she glared at you. “Y/N.”

It was a warning, you knew that much. It usually happened when you were making too much noise when she was fucking you somewhere you might get caught or when you tried to distract her from her work by walking around naked around the house. It always came to you to decide if you would take the risk to keep pushing your limits or if you would back down - and, of course, sometimes you just kept pushing just to see what she would do to you.

That wasn’t the time for that, though.

The mood wasn’t set for sexy times. Scarlett seemed mad and impatient.

“Uh, I might know who sent them,” you admitted and watched as her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure it wasn’t you, though? Maybe you forgot about it.”

“Forgot?” Scarlett repeated the word with a scoff. “I would’ve done it in my sleep for me not to be able to remember if I sent my girlfriend flowers or not.”

Well, fine, so there was no hope for you. “Okay.” You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your feet. “Don’t be mad,” you plead in a whisper.

You were still looking down, but you heard Scarlett sighing before you felt her soft hands touching your face. She prompted you to raise your head, which you did, and you saw she was making an effort to wash the anger from her features. “I’m not mad,” Scarlett said and, despite it all, she sounded honest. Her thumbs were making soothing circles on your cheeks and you felt yourself relaxing when she smiled at you. “I’m sorry if it looked like I was. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You nodded to let her know it was okay, but you still whimpered a bit. “It’s not really my fault.”

“I know it’s not.” Scarlett pulled you for a hug, making you rest your head on her shoulder as she kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was mad at you.”

You knew she wouldn’t actually be mad with you about it. Scarlett was way more laid back about it than you, for sure, so you weren’t honestly worried about it even for a second. If things happened the other way around - if Scarlett had been the one receiving flowers from someone who was trying to hit on her - you would be livid too. Not at her - the same way her anger wasn’t directed at you - but you also would’ve been in a much worse mood.

No one could blame you for pushing things a little bit, though. Not really. Because you knew Scarlett would comfort you and that she would jump in to make you feel safe in her arms, loved and cared for - and maybe that’s the exact reason you always pushed your limits around her.

“I, uh, I might know who sent them,” you declared once you pulled away a bit shyly. Scarlett nodded in encouragement for you to keep talking, so you did. “I had a meeting yesterday with someone from another company. It was just business, really, but I noticed that this guy wouldn’t stop looking at me and, when the meeting was over, he walked towards me to ask for my number so we could ‘discuss more personal matters’.” You made the quotation marks with your fingers while you rolled your eyes at the memory. It had pissed you off the day before and it was pissing you off again now that you were remembering it. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he walked away. I thought he got the message.” The last part was said with a groan as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

That made Scarlett’s expression shift to something assembling worry and concern. “Has he made you uncomfortable?”

“Just annoyed,” you sighed and shrugged. “He didn’t insist. But he apparently sent me flowers today, so I don’t know how I feel about that.” The conversation with the man had been strictly professional and you couldn’t imagine what happened to make him think he could send you flowers like that. You did care that he hadn’t taken the hint and was insisting, but, at the same time, you couldn’t care less if he suddenly had a crush on you. You had the most perfect woman beside you, you didn’t need or want anyone else.

Scarlett nodded and leaned to kiss your forehead again, more firmly now to offer you some comfort, before she offered you a grin. “Well, if he tries something like that again, you let me know,” she asked before her grin became a bit devious. “I could ask Hemsworth to give him a piece of mind.”

You laughed as you pictured the scene. A man like Hemsworth - a muscle mountain - walking inside someone’s office to defend your honor on Scarlett’s behalf. “I think he would shit his pants if he ever saw Hemsworth in front of him.”

“That would work perfectly for me.” Scarlett shrugged, now sounding amused about the whole thing.

You chuckled happily and gave your girlfriend a quick peck. “Thank you. There’s no need to call in anyone in this situation. Yet,” you added as a later thought, noticing how Scarlett got serious again. “I promise I will tell you it keeps happening. If he sends me something else, I will go to my boss about it as well. He might do something about it.” The man worked for a company that your boss was thinking about making some transactions, so that could actually work in your favor if he decides to give the dude a little scare. Your boss was an older man with four daughters and seven granddaughters. You were sure he would be even angrier than Scarlett if he ever heard about that story.

“Okay,” your girlfriend conceded. “I will let you handle that for now, but you come to me if you need any help. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed quickly with a little smile, happy to be given that trust to handle things for yourself first.

You loved it when Scarlett took over to solve your problems because you trusted her blindly to always make the best decisions and to get things done. Sometimes you got too overwhelmed by everything and it was nice to rely on someone else. This time, however, you were sure you could deal with things alone. You would get to your office the next day and send the guy a very straightforward email to let him know he shouldn’t be sending you any more gifts and that your conversations would remain only work related, and see how things go after that.

The best part of having someone like Scarlett was that you knew that, if things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, you could come to her at any time and she would jump right in to help you. You knew that she wouldn’t actually call her castmate to help scare some grow-up man - logistically, it would be hard to do it since Hemsworth was currently in his home back in Australia - but Scarlett was a very skilled woman herself. She would know no boundaries to protect you.

With that in mind, you placed your arms around her shoulders, letting your wrists meet behind her neck, and took a step forward to get closer to her. “My knight in shining armor,” you sang provocatively before giving her a kiss.

“Hm,” Scarlett moaned against your mouth, causing a content sigh to escape your lips and you both pulled away a few inches. “Maybe he needs to know that you’re taken,” she suggested.

“Oh, I am?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible, though you knew it just sounded like you were teasing her. You didn’t care. The mood had shifted and you now wanted to push your limits again.

“Yes.’ Scarlett’s voice was firm, but it was the way that her hands gripped your hips to pull you against her that made you gasp. “Haven’t you noticed it yet? That you’re mine.” She was smiling now, her green eyes going darker by the second, and you suddenly felt like you were a few seconds away from dying right then and there. “All mine,” Scarlett whispered with a hoarse tone and your knees lost some of their strength.

“I know.” You eagerly nodded because, yes, you knew that. You made yourself hers.

Scarlett smiled even brighter and she leaned over to hide her face in the crook of your neck. You felt her lips brushing against your skin, although she didn’t touch you. “Do you really? Maybe a reminder would do some good.” Finally, an open-mouthed kiss was pressed against your pulse point and you felt goosebumps going up and down your spine. “Maybe a little mark so everyone knows you belong to someone else.”

“Scarlett,” you moaned both at her words and the sensation of her tongue darting out to lick a path on your skin.

“Yes, darling?” Scarlett sounded amused, which almost made you roll your eyes at her.

“If you don’t take me to your room right now to keep up your word, I will be sending your flowers back from now on,” you threatened and, even if you both knew it was a blatant lie, it did the trick.

“Hm, we can’t let that happen,” Scarlett joked before she pulled away to look at you again.

The next day, you came back from a meeting and saw a life-sized bouquet on top of your desk with a small card written in Scarlett’s beautiful cursive letter.

“To my beautiful girlfriend,

You own my love

and I promise to protect your heart.

SJ”

You decided to forego the email idea. No, you would do something even better. You would call the stupid man to your office so he could see for himself that he was nothing compared to your girlfriend.

And, if you had three new hickeys in your neck that he might see, well, that was just a consequence.

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gayerthanevertbh · 11 months

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damaged heart.

pairings: scarlett johansson x fem!reader

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summary: you saw your girlfriend kissing her husband at the red carpet, and you knew that everything was over.

request: Hey, if your requests are open, could I please request an angsty Scarlett Johansson x reader fic? Scarlett and her husband in Cannes have inspired this, especially with the video of her kissing him on the red carpet. Could you maybe write a fic where R is Scarlett’s ex and Scarlett always hid her and never showed her off so when R sees Scarlett and her new husband at Cannes being all affectionate with their PDA, R is pissed as hell! Scarlett and R meet and get into it, lots of fighting! Thank you :)

warnings: heavy angst, toxic!scarlett, manipulation, fighting, makeup sex (super brief), and just pure angst.

word count: 1.9k

author’s note: did my best to write this one! i added a little twist :) hopefully you enjoy this, anon!

You were distressed.

A video of your alleged girlfriend, Scarlett, has gone viral on the internet. She kissed her husband, John Doe, and held his hand as they walked across the carpet. At first, you assumed it was some sort of publicity stunt, nothing out of the ordinary. But you knew it was something else when you looked into Scarlett's eyes.

That was how she looked at you the first time she met you.

You jumped out of your chair and walked around the kitchen, looking for the nearest bottle of red wine. Unfortunately, you ran out of wines in your home with Scarlett because she kept drinking them. You weren't an alcoholic, and you only drank once a week, but you needed one right now. To destress.

She’ll be home in any minute, you thought. And once she’s home, you tell her that you are done with her.

After a few hours, you've packed your belongings and prepared to leave the humble abode. You looked at your bedroom with her, exhaling softly. You and she shared good times and memories that you will never forget. They were all at peace, full of love, and sincere. When you looked over to the other side of the wall, you noticed two framed photos of you and Scarlett. The memories were pleasant, but you can no longer remain anonymous.

You needed to be more than a secret; you needed to be loved in public, and not just for the people who needed it; you needed to be able to hold their hands and kiss them in public.

Which you never got from her.

Scarlett agreed to marry John because it would be good for her reputation and you didn't want to jeopardize her career. But as soon as she did, you began to feel increasingly insecure, as if you no longer mattered to her. You desired and required her, but you could never have her.

“Y/n? I’m home.”

You walked out of the bedroom and watched her drop her bag, making her way towards you as she gave you a haste kiss on the lips, holding the back of your neck. You kissed her for a while, mending your lips together as if this was going to be the last time you’ll be with her – which is something that you never thought would happen. When she pulled away, her thumb rubbed your cheek, smiling softly at you.

“I’m home,” she said. “Did you miss me?”

You nodded, smiling back but it was brief. “We need to talk, Scarlett.”

Her smile dropped as you said those words, but none of the less, she nodded in agreement.

"Of course," she said as she drew you on the couch, forcing you to sit beside her with her calloused palms on both of your hands. "What's the matter, darling? Are you okay–”

“I saw those videos online of you and your husband kissing.”

“Oh.”

Her voice deflected, and her eyes started to get darker each second she stared at you. You know she felt guilty the minute you said that, but you couldn’t hold them back – you needed your voice, you needed to be heard, and it’s not going to happen if you won’t speak up. You felt proud of yourself for a minute, feeling a little vain if that even matters, but you looked away from her eyes as you stared to the ground.

“I don’t–” you hesitated for a moment before you continued your statement. “I don’t think this is going to work out anymore, Scarlett.”

She nodded vaguely, but didn’t understand what you meant by that.

“D-Do you want us to have a break for a day? We don’t have to talk about it–”

“That’s the thing with you,” you let out a sarcastic laugh, wiping your tears away from your eyes with the palm of your hand. You sniffled, “You say we should break up but I end up going back to you, and whenever I would do that you’d hurt me.”

"It's not like I have a choice in this, Y/n," she scoffed, shaking her head. "Do you expect me to do anything about it? You knew what you were getting into, and you deliberately agreed to be with me like this. Darling, I have a job. I'm doing this so that we can live a normal life."

"We could have a normal life away from the spotlight," you say, chewing your inner left cheek. "Y-You said you'd take a year off and devote your time to me."

“You’re just jealous.”

You wanted to leave the moment she said those words.

It was your turn to scoff. “Yes, of course, I’m jealous.”

“And you shouldn’t be,” she said with a deeper voice, her tone straining. “You shouldn’t be because I love you.”

“How do I know that you love me?”

“I gave you that promise ring, didn’t I?” Scarlett said. “Wasn’t that enough? I kept you here in my home, giving all my love for you, isn’t that enough?”

“Of course, it is!” you exclaimed, standing up from the couch as you crossed your arms tightly around your stomach. “But sometimes I would want you to hold my hand in public, kiss me in public, or maybe just show a little affection to me in public! I tried my best to understand you, to be with you in any situation, but this is getting harder for me every day, Scarlett.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

You sighed loudly and shook your head. You wanted all of her, and you wanted her to want all of you - that's all you've ever wanted, for her to want you that way.

“I just want you to love me the way you love your husband.”

She laughed and stood up, pinching her nose bridge as she yelled: “You fucking think I love my husband?!”

"Yes!" you yelled, throwing your hands in the air as she stared at you blankly. “I think you’re in love with him!”

"You're fucking insane," Scarlett mumbled, shaking her head and exhaling through her nose. “I do not fucking love him, I love you!”

“How do I know that?”

“By giving you everything you want!”

“I don’t want luxurious stuff,” you scrunched your eyebrows together, knowing that this is what she meant – she thinks you want the jewelries, the rich lifestyle, and the rich actress. “I don’t want you giving me everything that I don’t need, I just want you! I want my girlfriend!”

“Y/n, I am yours!” her nose starts to flare as her face started to turn red from anger, you weren’t sure why she was upset with you. She always does this, making herself look like a victim. “And you’re mine, all mine. I want you more than you want me, I love you more than you love me. So please, can we not fight tonight? I just want to be home with you.”

"I'm not going to stay here any longer," you cut her off. She stares at you with wide eyes and obvious tears in her eyes, but you couldn't take your gaze away from those orbs. You wiped your nose while wrapping your cardigan around your waist. "I'll be returning to my sister and will be far away from you."

“You cannot be serious.”

“I am,” you whispered, turning around as you watched the empty road. “I don’t want to be with you anymore, Scarlett.”

The older woman sighed, knowing she could lose you at any moment - and she couldn't handle it.

“You're being such a child right now."

“I don't know about that one."

“Y/n,” she growled, her tone getting deeper than ever. “Stay with me.”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“You don’t fucking mean that!” Scarlett grabs your waist as she turns you around, slamming you against the wall as you let out a choking sob. “Do not fucking cry in front of me, don’t ever do that! You’re mine, you understand me? You’re fucking mine and you will never leave me.”

“Scarlett–” you let out a trembling breath, trying to push her body away from you, but she was too strong. “Let me go, please. I just want to leave.”

Scarlett shook her head, pressing her lips against yours forcefully as she tries to insert her tongue into your mouth, holding your neck with her strong hands. You and her made out for a bit, letting your tongues grazed at one another before you could feel her spit into your mouth. She kisses you sloppily, feeling your saliva all over your chin.

She pulled away breathlessly. “Stay,” she whispers, letting out a sob. “Just stay, okay? Please stay. I love you, I’ll do everything for you. I’m just trying to protect you–”

"You're protecting yourself," you muttered, your gaze fixed on hers. Your words made her cry, but you didn't seem to mind. You just wanted to go home. “In the next 20 years, I'll always be your mistress, and I'm more than that. You never respected me. If you truly loved me, you wouldn't get into a relationship and be as controlling as you are. As if you aren't a hypocrite, Johansson. Maybe I'm the villain here, but you're the beginning of everything.”

“You’re just saying that,” she stutters, her tears falling more freely on her face. “You know that I love you and how deeply I am in love with you; why are you saying this?”

“Because you didn’t love me,” you said. "You were just enamored with the idea of having someone as your mistress, fucking them in your bed until they pass out into your arms, and then leaving them the next day like they didn't exist. That’s how you treat me, Scarlett. You treat me like some kind of fucking animal that needs to be fed, and you feed me with poison. You make me sick, you make me feel unloved by you, and every day I have to put up with that.”

“Y/n–”

“You continue to manipulate me, to dupe me into having sex with you, and then you abandon me as if I don't exist." I've been in love with you for the past two years. I didn't meet the real you until you married someone. The real Scarlett Johansson, and she is possessive as hell.”

"I love you," she exclaimed as she cupped your face tightly in her hands. “I love you! Stop this, stop hurting me…”

“Let me go before I let everyone know that you have a mistress in your house.”

"You're not a mistress to me," she said, greedily kissing your lips. "You're more than that, you're my girlfriend, the love of my life. Everything I do is for you, I’m trying to protect you and to protect us! All I ever did was to protect you, and it seems like you’re ignorant of it," she mumbled into your wet mouth.

“You neglected me for a long time, especially with my feelings. Whenever I’d bring up how I feel when we are in public, you’d start to walk away from the conversation. I’m tired of this cycle, I can’t do this anymore! Please, just let me go. Please?”

Scarlett made love to you that night. She spends the entire time kissing your body, worshipping you as she fucks you into her mattress, begging for you not to leave her. You were almost convinced by her words, but at the end of the day you needed to go and be free.

And to be loved properly.

So that’s what you did the next morning, you left her alone in her bed.

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romanoffsbish · 11 months

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Fly me to the Moon

Scarlett Johansson x Pilot!R

Request (with deviations)

Smut: Alluded to. Suggestive Commentary.

Scarlett rolled her shoulders as she stood in the Pre-Check TSA line. It'd been nearly a decade since she had to fly commercially. There was never much of a need for publicity after you.

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A friend of a colleague at a wrap party, she was not fond of her costar, but you intrigued her plenty. When you casually mentioned you had been working for the guy since you finished your pilot's licensing she perked up. It was an in for Scarlett to make sure you met again.

An hour later she was taking your business card, and blushing to herself as you gently kissed her knuckles in a bid of farewell.

Originally you two were boss and client, it was a respectable relationship, but Scarlett didn't waste any time before making you her friend that also works for her, just like Kate. The only difference being she wanted you to be hers.

It took awhile, but surely enough you two were inseparable, except for when one of her jobs takes her away from you for half of a year.

Like this last one did. All she wanted was for you and one of your pilot buddies to come get her so that she could rest in your lap while you bantered with your colleague as she napped.

But then she got the last minute call, you were frantic and apologetic just the same as you told her none of your private jets were working. She nearly cried on the phone, but she didn't want you to feel any worse so she stifled her sniffle and thanked you for handling this flight.

If she wanted to wait it would be a week before you could ensure one jet would be running. She refused, and at the sound of her quiet whimper you booked her a first class flight in the middle of the morning to ensure the airport was calm.

Once she settled into her seat at the back of the first class cabin she placed her noise cancelling headphones on. Her purse was settled beneath the seat, and her others were loaded into the overhead cabin by an eager flight attendant.

The blonde sighed, her fingers hovered over the call button of your contact, but she felt like the next time she heard you should be in person. So she texted you that she was about to take off, then smiled when you replied fast.

*Safe travels my love, see you soon 🥰.*

A saved playlist of hers was put on shuffle, and after about fifteen minutes she was sleeping.

The flight attendants called you, and as your girlfriend slept, you greeted the passengers.

There was no way in the world you'd trust another to fly your lover home. This had all been an elaborate scheme, setting you up for the, hopefully, grandest proposal of a lifetime.

Scarlett slept for about six hours before she woke up feeling restless. She used the ability to walk freely to her advantage, stretching her limbs out as she moved to relieve her bladder.

Then she returned to her seat, pulled out a novel you'd recommended, and let herself get lost in the story as she willed time to pass by.

When the seatbelt sign flashed she removed her headphones, packing them and the book into her bag as she heard the flight attendant tell the businessman next to her that it was about five more minutes before landing.

Then a crackling was heard, the blonde's breathing stuttered as she heard your familiar voice thanking the passengers for their cooperation, making for the smooth flight.

Scarlett wasn't sure if she was annoyed at you or if she was elated as her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. She reasoned it was a mix of both.

As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off she was scrambling out of her seat, and running off to the cockpit. The flight attendants knowingly stepped out of her way with smirks on their faces so she can run into your awaiting arms.

"Hello baby girl," you whispered against her ear, a smirk on your face as she shivered at the timber in your voice. "I missed you so much." The both of you sighed as your arms wound around her fit body even tighter. Comfortingly.

Scarlett pulled back ever so slightly so that she could capture your lips with her very own. It'd been six months since she'd last been able to have you this close, she wasn't waiting another damn second just so she could reply to you.

"Hey there captain," she rasped against your hand as she lifted it to her lips, leaving your body alit with goosebumps. She was teasing you in retaliation for pulling away, but you'd had to force yourself to pull away from the intoxicating blonde before your plans failed.

"Welcome home my love," you cheered softly, and she giggled sweetly. "Did I surprise you?"

Scarlett smiled, rolling her eyes to indicate the answer was obvious. "Yes, in the best of ways." Her smile softened and you felt her deep love.

"Scar," you whined, burying your face into the hair on her shoulder so that you could smell the familiar, and oddly comforting scent combo of her all natural lavender conditioner and coconut oil. Sentiments of this kind had always been a thing you used to struggle with out in the open. A byproduct of being on display for the world to see. Which is a good front to pull now, to leave no indication for what's about to come when you two eventually deplane.

She chuckled, "What? If you do something sweet, and romantic, I'm going to praise it."

"Are you saying I don't woo you enough?" You raised up with a pout, she laughed in your face then pressed forward to kiss you tenderly.

"You woo me plenty," she teases, "I'm not saying you don't." She pecked your lip to offer transparency. "I'm simply saying that you, my sweet girl, deserve my gratitude, always."

"And you my dearest Scarlett deserve to be reminded everyday that you're the most beautiful woman to have walked this planet."

Scarlett giggled in subtle discomfort, the heat spreading over her cheeks a reminder of her hypocritical stance on adoration. Apparently that was only meant to be applied from her to you. You briefly kissed her jaw, fighting an overwhelming urge to touch her intimately.

Scarlett smirked knowingly, and you shook your head at her suggestive green eyes. You just had to stall her long enough, and when your phone pinged a second later you sighed.

It was time, and you were buzzing with joy.

A part of you was grateful for your wife to be's love for fashion, because most board planes in lazy attire, but not Scarlett. You know she probably wore this pale pink button up, that she tucked into her light grey skirt for you. Expecting you to be the one picking her up, she just wanted to look good for you, and she did.

Actually, she looked good regardless of garb. So, had she been in sweats, with her hair up in a messy bun you'd be just as happy. But you knew she wouldn't have been, no one wants to be proposed to publicly while in a sweatsuit.

"Are you ready to go now babe?" Scarlett nodded, and you linked your hand with hers. The blonde too enamored with your beauty that she failed to see you leave her luggage.

The both of you walked down the stairs onto the airport's runway. "Wait. What are we doing down here Y/N?" Scarlett looked concerned, and before you could calm her she was being swept away and guided into a random chair.

Scarlett shrieked, "What the actual fuck?" Then she saw your nervous smile, and she instantly knew that this was planned. Her anxiety didn't exactly dissipate, but it instead came from a place of anticipation in comparison to before.

You took a deep breath, shook your shoulders of the anxiety your body was being overrun with, then joined the line of people waiting.

A swarm of people came out of nowhere as the music boomed from the speakers. Scarlett felt her heart hammering in her chest as she pieced together what was happening. She grinned, and watched the flights passengers dance around her with precise, clean movements.

You'd sneakily hired an entire flight of actors, and managed to keep it all a secret. Your lover is honestly beaming with pride at the prospect.

Tears of joy streamed down her face against her will, she let them fall. There wasn't a need to wipe them when they'd continue to flow.

Scarlett chuckled through her tears, you were the worst dancer she'd ever known. It was clear you put in the work to learn the sequence here, but true to your nature you stepped on a few of the peoples toes as you gleefully sang along to the upbeat Taylor Swift song, "Paper Rings."

Feelings on Taylor aside, there was no denying the woman wrote beautifully crafted ballads.

"Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night," you kissed her cheek, then rounded around the chair to kiss the other while still singing, "(Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright!" Then you looked into her eyes as you sang the last bit of the bridge, "Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life."

The crowd chanted, "(One, two, one two three four!)" as you kissed her lips briskly before you dropped to your knees before her with a smile.

The crowd continued to sing, "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings."

Scarlett huffed as tiny, origami rings were thrown over your bodies, some landing on her face that she blew away. Then she looked down at you with a goofy grin, and you calmed down.

The two of you just stared as the crowd of smiling people danced and sang. Then the music cut off abruptly as you retrieved the velvet box from your pocket, you sighed heavily, then you spoke the rest of the verse.

"Darling, you're the one I want," your tone was confident, even if your hands were shaking as you opened the box, "In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams," you winked and caught sight of her alluring smirk.

"Oh, you're the one I want Scarlett Johansson." You shakily lifted the ring from it's cushion, a smile bloomed across your face at the reflex of her fingers, it was as if she was trying to take it from you already, and that gave you confidence to go on. "Say you'll marry me Scarlett, please, and you'll make me the happiest woman alive."

Scarlett reached her hand out and grinned, she was trying to find her voice as the tears ran over her cheek and settled into the crook of her neck. Her throat constricted, but she pulled it together, she was an actress after all. "Yes."

"Really?" Scarlett nodded with a playful glare, begging you to not make her speak again. You understood, sliding the gorgeous, princess cut emerald with diamonds on the band onto her finger, then you excitedly pulled her into you.

The music picked back up, and this time you pulled your fiancée off the ground and spun her around. Scarlett squealed and bent her legs before wrapping them around your waist. She was elated beyond words could express, so she kissed you hard, hands cupping your face to keep you still so she could thank you properly.

The crowd roared, then respectfully dissipated. All making their way back onto the plane so that your pilot friend, who owned this aircraft, could take them back home to Los Angeles.

As the dust settled you felt Scarlett huff into your shoulder, "The jets aren't broken then?"

You shook your head with an uneasy laugh, "No, I had to say that though for this to work."

"Yeah, I got that now baby," she chuckled.

"If you're not too tired, I actually have one of them waiting for us." Scarlett looked to you with an intrigued gaze. "For the hefty price of an all expenses paid, Italian staycation with his wife Jimmy is flying us." You leaned into her ear, "Don't worry, the cockpit is soundproof."

"What are we waiting for?" Scarlett shook you by the shoulders, then her hand slid into yours and she happily allowed you to take her there.

The both of you entered the jet in a rush, the both of you slightly out of breath as you’d at some point decided to run the rest of the way. While Scarlett looked around you tapped on the pilot’s door, and heard the engine roar.

“It’s beautiful,” Scarlett breathed as she saw just how much care you’d put into setting the place up. “Can you imagine if I’d said no?”

“Oh, I would’ve cried,” you chuckle nervously at the thought, you wrapped an arm around your fiancée from behind and settled a sweet kiss to her cheek as you reached around her to grab the chilled bottle of awaiting champagne.

Scarlett popped the cork, and poured the bubbly into the chutes in your hand, her enthusiasm causing her to spill a bit on you.

You lifted yours to your lips and sipped, watching in horror as she did the opposite.

Scarlett unceremoniously tossed the fragile glass across the space; it shattered. You had no time to react before she pulled you in by the collar of your pilot's garb for a heady kiss.

The two of you collided into the mattress, rose petals flying around your bodies as you both rolled around in a sinful dance. Clothes were haphazardly strewn all over the cabin, but neither of you cared about any mess. In the moment all you knew was each other's most intimate parts. Neither of you paid any mind to the turbulence as you spent countless hours making love, it was probably your faults.

Scarlett watched you sipping on a bottle of water from her comfortable spot on the bed. Her elbow was pressed into the mattress, her head resting on her hand as she admired you. She couldn't stop reliving the dream of a day you'd afforded her while her eyes roamed your nude body, you were a tempting vision. Her mind soon delved into the rather recent sinful escapades, and she had an epiphany that caused her to laugh shortly, and for you to quirk a brow at her. "What's so funny baby?"

"How have we only just now joined the mile high club and we've been dating for five years?"

"After having pined for another five," you added with a bittersweet smile. Scarlett shared the sentiment of disappointment. Many times she wished she could go back, to be able to love you like this sooner. But she truly doesn't regret the path, she felt it was a crucial time spent growing up. Because she's not so sure her younger, more wild child persona would've not ruined her chances at permanence with you.

"Goodnight Mrs. Y/N Johansson to be," she murmurs her delight into your skin as she gently kisses over your neck repeatedly. Your heart flutters and you lean into her embrace more, craning your neck some to catch her lips.

Scarlett kisses you with perfected skill. Enticing you to forget the ache between your legs, but then you're reminded when she pulls away with a sweet curl of her lips. "Get some rest my love, we'll be in Paris by early sunrise."

You closed your eyes. "I love you my star." She kissed your head. "I love you more my moon."

You fell asleep with a subtle shake of refusal, and Scarlett soon followed as her high faded.

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You woke up in your best friends guest room with a crick in your neck. Cursing Evans for being so superstitious as he shoved you out of the door with a growl. Scarlett followed you out, kissing you apologetically, and you left with a grumbling that earned you a giggle.

Time having flown by like a candle in the wind, and now you found yourself sat before a vanity. Applying your own line of products, not that Elizabeth didn't beg to help, but you politely declined, stating that you needed some space.

Hoping no one tells Scarlett about your perceived cold feet. That's not what this was. There was never a chance in hell that you'd leave Scarlett at the altar. It was just a need to be alone with oneself before they tether their life to another completely. Enjoying your own company for a final time as a singular entity.

There was maybe a flicker of doubt that crossed your mind, but your heart swatted it away. Never once letting the feeling linger.

And you knew you made the right choice when you walked down the aisle to see Scarlett. Her eyes lit up in a way that made your stomach flutter as if there were butterflies swarming.

Then your eyes panned to the right, and you paused your traipse down the aisle as you spent a moment being starstruck. Taylor Swift sat down at the piano by the altar. It all made sense now why Scarlett had put up such a fuss, begging you to let her be the one waiting for you to walk to her. You realize now she gave up a lifelong dream of being walked down the aisle just to surprise you. To keep the love booming.

A marriage needs a constant flame, it can waver in the wind, but it can never blow out. Without a spark it wouldn't likely catch again. Then you'd be left with only smoke and ash.

A reminder of a love that once roared.

Fortunately for you both, it's easy enough going out of your way to make her happy, and as you walk down the aisle with a watery smile it's clear she ascribed to a similar notion.

You walked down the aisle to the remixed tune of paper rings, stylized elegantly enough to fit the strict rules of a wedding runway song.

Taylor then performed an excerpt from one of her many fairytale-esque songs as you and Scarlett passed the threshold of the building.

"I was enchanted to meet you too," Scarlett whispers teasingly as she guided you into the reception hall where all your closest friends and family cheered loudly as you entered.

She dipped you with a passionate kiss to your lips, showing you off to the room before she'd pulled you back up with a spine tingling rush from the irregular blood flow. You giggled against her lips and kissed her more tenderly as you waited on your heart to beat with hers.

Scarlett was pulled away seconds later by the Marvel men of the OG6, all screaming like banshees. Her eyes pleaded with yours for saving, but you migrated over to the bar.

Sharing in a riveting conversation about cats with none other than Taylor Swift. You ask her if any of her songs that bordered storytelling over life experiences were inspired by Meredith or Olivia's cat personalities humanized.

After you explained your question more thoroughly the woman smiled like a Cheshire Cat over the lip of her glass. She sipped on her Old Fashioned, letting the varying flavors ruminate on her tongue before she subtly kissed her teeth at the familiar burn. She leaned forward so you could hear her over the music as she whispered to you the secrets she never expected anyone else to understand.

Scarlett watched, a deep yearning in her heart to be the reason you're laughing so hard. The guys set her free a moment later, letting their possessive friend weave her way back to you.

The blonde crashed into you, legs a little wobbly as she'd just slammed quite a few shots of alcohol back with her frat boy costars. It'd been ages since she'd last drink, her tolerance clearly dwindling with age. Her nose scrunched up in distaste at the thought, but it settled as her arms wrapped around your waist. Her chin laying over your shoulder, you felt her sigh rush over your skin and beamed internally.

Taylor read the vibe quickly, she smiled with you two for a few photos. Some for her socials and some for your wedding portfolio. Then she performed her final song of the night as you shared the first dance with your blushing bride.

You swayed your hips with hers to the acoustic styling of Lover, sharing a smile breaking kiss as the song faded out. A silent roar took place as your family rushed to crowd the dance floor and the DJ picked up the vibe with ease.

"The jets ready whenever you are," you whisper with a teasing lilt, "Just say the word and we'll fly right on out of here. Jane's got it covered."

Scarlett's hand fit in yours perfectly, her ring bumping into yours as she enthusiastically pulled you out of the building and you then took over guiding the two of you to the jet.

This was your smallest jet, the one you fly when she needs to go somewhere overnight. There's only a single bed, her shoulders deflate at the thought of you being the pilot tonight.

"None of that," you dismiss, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist as you peck her lips. "I'm going to ask you to change for me, there's a bag for your pretty dress." You reached into your pocket as you paused, pulling out a bullet vibe for her to hold. "Then slip this inside."

"I'll control the gears, and your pretty pussy," you chuckled hoarsely. "Then when I know we're on a smooth path I'll use my fingers to edge you until we land two hours later."

You saw the way the flush of her cheeks had significantly darkened, and her eyes widened in fear, and a directly correlated arousal. "Be my good girl like I know you to be and I'll finally let you finish on my tongue in the hotel room."

Scarlett's bottom lip was caught between her teeth now as she purred. Your thumb tender as you tugged it loose, then you leaned in to kiss her breathless, pulling away with a sultry grin, only once her wrist gripped yours frantically. She was mesmerized by your charm, you winked before departing with a husk, "Don't leave your captain waiting for too long kitten."

Scarlett's legs trembled. "For fucks sake..."

It was gonna be an eventful flight...

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greynatomy · 1 year

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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…”

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juiles · 1 year

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Mama will always keep you safe.

Plot: Y/N has basically been raised by Scarlett. After a small fight, the two talk and Scarlett promises to keep you safe.

Warning: Angst then fluff, mention of child abuse/neglect.

A/N: i don’t think anyone really wants to read these but i’m enjoying writing them so i’ll keep posting it. Also if anyone does enjoy this and you want a part two let me know! I’d be happy to do one!

Masterlist!

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You had been raised by Scarlett Johansson. You weren’t technically her kid but with how little your parents actually cared you spent most of your time with her. You had gotten very close to her family, even to the point in calling her mom, nana. That’s where you were. Sitting at your nana’s house cuddling with her watching a movie, when you heard the doorbell ring.

You jumped up and ran to answer the door much to Melanie’s chargin. You swung the door open with a grin before frowning and stepping back when you saw a shocked looking Scarlett holding a now very excited looking Rose. “Rosie!!!” You squealed making the 4 year old squeal and try and jump into your arms.

“Mama! Down!! Want Y/N/N!!!” The dirty blonde whined before her mother put her down and she jumped into your waiting arms. “Butter!”

“Peanut!” You scooped the girl up and hugged her tightly, Melanie stepping up beside you two.

“Hey Scar.” She smiled softly at the pair of you before looking at her daughter. “Need me to watch Rosie?”

“Yeah. I was trying to get a hold of goober here but she wasn’t answering her phone. Little did i expect to see at MY mothers house without me. Y/L/N.” You blushed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I was having nana cuddles. I had a rough day and needed somewhere safe.” You said leaning on Melanie who kissed your head softly. You didn’t miss the look on Scarlett’s face before she quickly schooled her face.

“Alright. Love you Rosie. Love you mom.” She kissed the two on the cheeks and left before you even got a chance to ask her a question.

Melanie watched as your face fell as the door slammed behind her daughter. “Love?” She asked before you quickly out a small smile on your face.

“I’m fine nana. She’s busy. I’m not her kid…” You turned on your heel and plopped down on the sofa with a now sleepy Rose in your arms. You sat with your back against the arm of the couch and Rose curled up on your chest yawning. “Go to sleep Rosie. I’m here. Nana is here.”

With your hand rubbing her back the girl quickly fell asleep.

Later that day when Scarlett came back to pick Rose up, the dirty blonde didn’t even send you a passing glance making the tightness in your chest coil more. Before she even left the house you had already bolted to the guest room and had started packing the few things you had put into a bag.

You heard a knock on the door and you opened it, your backpack slung up on your shoulder. “I should just go home…”

“No. I can’t let you go back there.” Melanie said trying to grab your arm as you pushed past her. “We both know you hate it there.”

“Clearly i overstepped with Scarlett…” You muttered before pushing the front door open. “She’s your daughter. I’m not your grandkid… I’m sorry na-Mel.” You caught yourself and turned on your heel again and bolted off. Melanie called after you but you didn’t turn around.

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You seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth for 3 weeks after that. She tried to contact you but to no avail and as you had never given anyone your family’s address when they moved the previous year they couldn’t get you and your phone had been turned off.

It was when 3 weeks passed and you were due back on set of Avengers: Endgame.

You stepped on to set and instantly went to your trailer without running into anyone. You had to go to costumes and hair and makeup so you put your airpods in, keeping your head down you left your trailer and made your way to the costume trailer. You kept your head down but noticed a few cast mates wave their hands at you but you just ignored them. You pushed the door open and instantly inwardly groaned when you saw Scarlett standing there getting her suit zipped up.

“Y/N?” She looked at you with a hesitant smile. “How are you bubs?”

Your heart longed at hearing the nickname and wanted to jump into her arms before you remembered how she ignored you, how even though you had told her you had a bad day she not once tried to check in with you and you frowned stepping back.

“Bubba?” You quickly pushed into the other room and started changing into your suit. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You managed to ignore her except when acting for a few weeks after that until one day you were getting your costume on and she had come in to get hers on. You didn’t have a shirt on, only your sports bra and she gasped.

“Squirt?” She eyed your stomach and chest, her eyes welling up when she saw all the fresh bruises and still healing cuts. “No… you- they- bubba!” She pushed past the assistant who had stepped aside and instantly pulled you into her arms. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

You melted into her arms instantly and felt your walls start to break down again. Why couldn’t you just keep them up?! Why with one hug and one nickname was she always able to bring your walls crashing down after she had inadvertently hurt you?! You felt tears well up before collapsing into her arms.

“They said you didn’t want me… they said that i was ungrateful… you didn’t care! You ignored me! Nana was the only person i had besides you and i can’t even go see her anymore! I wanted you to ask why i was there! I wanted you to check on me but you ignored me!” You sobbed into the woman who sat on the couch in the room and instantly started rubbing your back avoiding the open cut across your shoulder blades. “I needed you mama! I’m sorry!! I’m sorry ma-“ You got cut off with a sob over taking your body.

Scarlett’s heart broke more and more as you spoke. The day you had been at her moms house flickered across her mind. She didn’t say I love you, she ignored you when she had picked Rose up. She had been tired and had been trying to just get home. When she tried to reach you the next day, her mom had said you disappeared and you wouldn’t answer her.

“Baby… i thought you were mad at me… I’m so sorry i hurt you bubba… I’m so sorry… I love you so much. Mama’s sorry…” She muttered into your hair and kissed your head over and over again. “Squirt i care about you so much. You don’t deserve this. What they’re doing to you. You deserve to be safe and cared for.”

You sobbed into her for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes before your sobs turned into sniffles. “I’m sorry i ignored you mama… i’m sorry i pushed you away…” You mumbled into her chest as you cling to her shirt tightly.

“Oh my love. I’m sorry. I’m sorry i LET you.” She said making you shake your head then just bury into her more. “I’m going to talk to Joe. You need a small break. I’ll say it’s personal but for your safety you AND I both need a couple days off.” All you could do was nod into her neck. “I’m going to find Lizzie. Can you stay with her while i talk to him?” She asked softly. You thought for a minute before nodding. Lizzie was safe. She was basically your aunt after all.

When she tried to stand up without you all you could do was whine and reach up with a small pout. “Mama up…” You muttered softly. Scarlett chuckled softly and pulled you into her arms, you wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck. She carried you around set sending anyone who tried to walk up to her a look that clearly meant business.

She spotted Lizzie walking toward her trailer. “Liz!” She called out to the brunette who stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Can you stay with Y/N for a little while i deal with some stuff? I’ll explain later.”

You felt yourself being shifted into the others arms and you buried your head into Lizzie’s neck. The younger girl merely chuckled kissing your temple. “Bye mama…” You whispered as you felt Scarlett leave a kiss on your head.

“Bye baby. I’ll be back okay?” You nodded then felt and heard Lizzie unlock her trailer door and then felt the two of you settle on the couch.

“They hurt me…” You muttered into her neck making the girl stiffen before quickly relaxing again. “Mama is getting us time off to deal with them… Lizzie i don’t wanna go back there…”

“Oh baby… i know… i can promise you that your mama won’t let them take you back. She will do anything to keep you safe. Your mama loves you with her entire being. Is that why you’ve been ignoring us? hmm?” She asked softly running her fingers through your hair. You nodded.

“I went to nana’s house… she ignored me… i was mad…” You sniffled closing your eyes. “But mama is my safe person… i need her…”

“And she needs you bubba.” After 30 minutes of the two of you cuddling and putting a movie on, Scarlett came back to find you asleep in Lizzie’s arm, wrapped in her blanket. “She explained everything to me…” She said with a sad smile. “Take good care of her.”

“Always.” Scarlett said scooping you up. When you whined she shushed you and patted your back gently. “It’s just mama.” With that you settled back and fell back asleep. As she walked to the her car after grabbing both your bags she looked down at you with a soft smile. “Mama will always keep you safe.”

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Stunts

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Word Count: 3136

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Y/n just doesn't seem to have any luck when she carries out stunts!

Y/N’s POV:

There was a time when I was ready to give everything up. I was tired trying to fight my way to becoming an actress. After endless rejection I thought I wasn’t meant for that world. But it was at that moment, when I had all but given up, that I got a part. The part which would start me on a path I never expected.

That role was a small part as an Agent of S.H.E.I.L.D in the Avengers. Little did I know that it would lead me to meet my future wife and gaining my big break. I can still remember the day I first met wife. We were filming a scene where we were fighting after my character had been affected by the tesseract. Due to her scheduling, we hadn’t had a chance to practice with each other. Instead doing rehearsals with our own stunt co-ordinators. This was my favourite part of filming, the stunts. I loved the intense fight scenes and this one with Natasha was one of the best.

On the day we were set to film I was on set early with my stunt co-ordinator running through the fight scene, so it was fresh in my head. As we finished our final set up, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around to grab my water when I see none other than Scarlett Johansson looking at me.

I smile and walk over, stretching out my hand in greeting. “Good Morning Ms Johansson, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N and I’ll be the person whose ass you’re kicking today.” I laughed, internally kicking myself at my awkwardness. She just laughed taking my hand and giving it a firm shake. “It’s nice to meet you too Y/N. But please call me Scarlett. Your form is looking good.” She says pointing in the direction of the set.

“Uh, thanks. It’s my first job and I just want it all to be perfect.” I smile in return. We get caught in each other’s eyes briefly. Our intense stare is interrupted by the director, Joss, coming over to get started. “Ah ladies, I see you’re here and ready to get going. I think it would be good to run through the fight sequence a couple of times before we start to film.”

I notice a smirk on Scarlett’s lips before I tear my eyes away to engage with Joss. “Sounds good to me.” I respond before taking my place on set. We go through the sequence a couple of times and you’d have thought we had spent our training together with the ease we found in carrying out the moves. Perfectly choreographed. Each time I ended up on my back which Scarlett found very amusing.

Once Joss is happy, we take our positions to do our first take. It goes perfectly once again. We reset to capture a different angel. As we begin to fight, I notice that our positioning seems off. I’m too close to Scarlett and before I had time to readjust, I’ve clocked a fist right to my nose. The surprise catches me off balance and I fall backwards, my head hitting the concrete floor, hard.

There’s a stunned silence as I lay on the floor, my ears ringing. “Fuck, oh my God, Y/N are you ok? I’m so sorry.” Scarlett shouts as she runs to my side, kneeling taking my hand in hers. I groan trying to sit up. “No Y/N stay still, can we get a medic over here please?” Joss calls out.

“I’m fine, it’s just a bang to the head.” But Scarlett gives me a stern look making sure I stay down. “You’re not fine Y/N, you’re bleeding.” It’s not until that moment I notice the feel of something wet down my face. I can see the look of concern in Scarlett’s eyes and I instantly feel guilty. Which is ridiculous as I was the one that had just got punched, but I still felt bad.

“You know I’m not actually infected by the tesseract, you didn’t actually need to punch it out of me.” I laughed causing her to let a small chuckle slip. “That’s not funny Y/N, you could have gotten hurt.” She responds. I give her hand a tight squeeze to let her know everything is ok as the medic runs over to check me out.

After being given the all clear and an ice pack, Scarlett helps pull me to my feet. “See I told you, it’s all good.” I smiled as she wrapped her arm around me to help walk me off set. “That’s really not necessary Scarlett, I can walk perfectly fine on my own.” I smile down at her as I hold the ice pack to my nose. “Well, you can prove you’re fine by letting me take you to rest in my trailer…. And then perhaps dinner to make up for punching you in the face?”

I laughed before realising that she was being serious. “You really don’t have to do that.” I responded, getting slightly awkward. “I know I don’t have to Y/N, but I want to.” We stop outside her trailer as she looks at me in anticipation for my answer. “Ok, I’d like that. But can we give it a few days so this swelling goes down, I want to look good for our date.” I flirted.

“Who said it was going to be a date?” Scarlett asked nervously. “Who said it wasn’t?” I retorted, no idea where this confidence has come from. She smirks at me whilst nudging me up the stairs to her trailer. “Come on then, rest up. I don’t want you concussed for our date either”. And that was the start of how I met my beautiful wife.

6 years later and we’re back on set filming for the latest Avengers movie. My role had grown, and I was now part of the growing Avengers team. I was in my trailer getting into costume when the door opened, and I felt two arms wrap around my waist.

“They really need to let you take this outfit home. Your ass looks incredible in it.” Scarlett whispered into my ear whilst placing feather like kisses to my neck, rubbing her hands over my stomach. I let out a slight moan as she grabbed my ass playfully before spinning me around and pinning me against the wall. “Well, someone’s horny today, aren’t they?” I teased as her green eyes stared straight into my soul.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me, I’m allowed to be horny for me sexy wife.” She responded placing her hands around my neck. I pull her in gently and give her a sweet and passionate kiss. She clearly wanted more as she deepens the kiss, trying to take control. I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me before we’re interrupted by a knock at my trailer door. “Miss Y/L/N, you’re needed on set.”

Scarlett groans and pulls away, placing her hand on my cheek rubbing it softly. “We can carry this on when we get home later.” I say seductively as I kiss her once more. I turn to walk away but not before giving her ass a squeeze causing an expected grunt to leave her lips. As I’m walking down the stairs, I hear my frustrated wife call after me. “Seriously Y/N, you can’t leave me like that!” I chuckle before running over to set.

Today we’re filming a big stunt scene which I’ve been so excited to film. My character is trapped in a building as it explodes. The stunt involves me running through a hallway before taking a leap through a window as the building behind me explodes. Of course, the main part of the explosion will be added in after but there is due to be some small explosions to add to the effect. With the stunt co-ordinator and director, we go over once more what they are looking for from the scene.

I feel slight nerves, but I love doing my own stunts. I try to do as many as I can, and this is probably the most advanced one I’ve done yet. Though in the grand scheme of things, I literally just have to run through a fake glass window and leap. The rest is all up to the stunt gear.

Whilst I’m getting in my harness, I see Scarlett walk over and take a seat in my chair. She wasn’t needed on set today, but we often came to support the other. Seeing her there calmed me and I gave her a goofy smile and a thumbs up before climbing the structure to my mark.

It was high up here. I walked the route before taking a glance over the edge. I take some deep breaths and get in place to start. “It’s simple, it’s just running.” I say to myself as I get ready for action. “Ok Y/N are you ready?” I hear over the megaphone below. I give a thumbs up as the director calls action.

The early parts of the explosion begin, and I start my run, I get to a sprint, knowing it’s going to take a bit of speed to get through the glass. I dodge the falling debris as planned and turn my shoulder into the window as I leap. I hear the last of the explosions as I fall, the wind blowing through my hair.

Suddenly my body jolts and I notice that one of the wires has snapped from the intensity of the explosion. Before I even have time to prepare, my body impacts the floor hard. Even with the crash mats there, I knew this was bad. My hearing was off, and I could only hear mumbles as I tried to move and keep my eyes open. It was only seconds before I faded into the darkness.

Scarlett’s POV:

I huffed as Y/N ran out of her trailer, leaving me stood there a horny mess. I loved that she still had this affect on me. I always felt like we were still those two younger versions of ourselves when we were dating. I still got butterflies and got lost in her gaze as if we had only just found love.

After I composed myself, I locked up her trailer and made my way to set to watch my wife in action. I greeted the team as I arrived and took my place in Y/N’s chair, pulling my sunglasses down. I watch as Y/N is fitted in her harness, not able to stop staring at her in her skin-tight suit. She caught me looking her way and gave me her usual crooked grin and thumbs up.

As she started to climb to her position, I felt nervous. She always did as many stunts as she could, it was her favourite part of the job. But it always caused me to get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, worried something may happen to her. I push these thoughts down as I see the excitement she has, ready to enjoy the scene.

The director calls action and the set falls quiet in anticipation for the big stunt. The first explosions causes me to jump in surprise. At this point I can’t see Y/N, she’s 30 feet up running from those explosions inside the makeshift building. My heart rate increases whilst I wait to see my wife jump out of a building due to explode.

Moments later I see her silhouette approach the glass window before breaking through and starting her controlled decent. But mid fall one of the zip wires snaps sending my wife’s body crashing to the floor with a bang. My heart stops as I shoot up from my seat running over to her limp body.

“Oh God, Y/N are you ok?” I call out in panic as I run over pushing people out of my way. Kneeling down next to her I’m scared to touch her. “Call an ambulance she’s not moving and there’s blood.” I call out trying to hold back my tears. Examining her body, I can see that she has clearly broken her leg and has cut open her head.

Thankfully she’s breathing so I gently take her hand. “Hey, babe can you hear me? Everything’s going to be ok. I’m right here.” I think I’m trying to convince myself whilst I carefully rub my thumb across the back of her hand.

“urgh, what happened?” My eyes shoot up to see Y/N start to wake. “Oh, thank God you’re awake. You fell when the support wire snapped.” I rush out still concerned. “Owww, fuck my leg.” The pain clearly is starting to kick in as she becomes more aware of what happened. “It’s ok babe, I know you’re in pain, but just stay still ok. Help is on the way.” She just nods. I can tell she’s trying to hide her pain to not concern me as much.

The ambulance finally arrived and took her off to the hospital. I called Sebastian Stan, Y/N’s brother to let him know what happened. Him and Lizzie Olsen both met me at the hospital after grabbing some of Y/N things. “Scarlett, hey, how is she?” Stan asked greeting me in a hug. “She’s in surgery at the moment to fix her leg and she’s got a pretty nasty concussion, but she’ll be fine.” He nodded in acknowledgement and sat down.

“How are you?” Lizzie asked giving me a suspicious look before pulling my arm to sit me down. “I’m ok I guess, well as good as I can be after watching my wife fall to what I thought was her death” I exclaimed. I sigh whilst running my hands through my hair. “But she’s ok and that’s all that matters.”

We waited for a few hours before being notified that Y/N was out of surgery and soon to be waking up. “You go in, we’ll wait out here.” Seb said, giving me a quick hug. I smile to Lizzie and take a breath before entering. I see her body led in bed, her head bandaged up and her leg in a cast. I pull up the chair next to her bed and place a kiss on her forehead before running my hand through her hair.

She started to stir and instantly a smile appeared on her face as she looked at me. “Hey baby” she whispered in a raspy voice. “Y/N, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” I ask rubbing my hand up and down her arm. “Uh tired and sore. Could you pass me some water please?” She responded. I quickly poured her a glass of water and helped her drink it. “Better?” I asked, to which she nodded.

“You scared me. When I saw you fall through the air and then land on the floor unconscious, I thought I had lost you.” I say, my voice starting to crack and tears filling my eyes. She reached up and rubbed her hand on my cheek. “It’s ok love, I’m going to be fine. I love you.” I smile at her words through my tears and lean over to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “I’m going to have to take a rain check on what I promised you tonight though. Unless you want to do it in a hospital bed?” She joked whilst wiggling her eyebrows.

I gave her a slap to the shoulder as she started to laugh. “Ow, haven’t I been hurt enough today?” I roll my eyes at her playful nature. I sit there for a moment, just taking in my beautiful wife. “Um, babe…” I asked with a serious tone. She looks at me and takes my hand, sensing the change in tone. “Yes love?”

“Will you maybe think about reducing the stunts you do? I know you love them, but I feel like I have a mini heart attack each time you do them and today I almost lost you.” I know it was a lot to ask, I would never normally ask her to stop doing something she loves, but I just don’t know if I can take it anymore.

Before she answers she starts to move over in her bed, and I can see her wince. “Uh what are you doing? You’re going to hurt yourself!” I say jumping up in concern. “I want my wife to lie with me in bed. Here.” She said tapping the space beside her. I hesitated but eventually climbed in next to her, being careful to not hurt her. She placed her arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.

“Scar, you know that I love doing stunts, it’s what makes me love my job. But, if it’ll make you happy and stop you worrying, I can stop doing the bigger ones. To be honest, I’m not sure I’ll be comfortable doing anything like I did today for a while.” I looked up at her bruised face to see she was smiling down on me. “Thanks babe. I don’t want to stop you doing something you love, but I just don’t want you getting hurt.” I snuggle in to her more, craving her warmth and touch.

“I know you wouldn’t. It’s ok. I’m not just making this decision for you.” There’s a pause before she talks again. “Do I have to stop the fighting scenes as well considering I got hurt doing those too? Or just not do any with you…..” I feel her chest rise up and down as she chuckles to herself. “Hey, that was 6 years ago! And if I didn’t punch you in the face we probably never would have gone on that date. So, I actually did you a favour.” I argue back. Her hand draped over my shoulder moves down to my side and gives it a quick pinch causing me to squirm. “Well, I guess you did knock me off my feet…” She says causing us both to burst out laughing.

I can see her eyes start to get tired and I encourage her to sleep. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere babe. You’re stuck with me.” I switch our positions so she is led in my arms with her head on my chest. “I love you Scar.” She whispers as sleep starts to take over. “I love you more Y/N.” Just as she’s falling asleep, I hear a whisper. “Not possible.” I tighten my grasp around her. My love for this woman just continues to grow. I’m so lucky that I get to call her mine. I fall asleep that night with a smile on my face and my perfect wife in my arms.

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