#scarlett shut up and sleep.

[tidalruush]

I'm so dizzy rn I think I'm dehydrated

[vixstarria]

"Where my nice, simple plan fell apart"

This is my take on how Astarion’s romance might have progressed with a silly, chaotic energy bard Tav, who doesn’t really fall for his initial manipulation but rather humours it, throughout Act 1.  

There will be more – I want to flesh this out and write more ‘behind the scenes’ moments, and continue this into Acts 2 and 3 (I’m still only at the beginning of Act 2 as I write this!) 

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Bard Tav  

Comfort, fluff, budding love, cuddling, humour, no spoilers, non-explicit, light angst 

Approximately 2,000 words. 

AO3

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“Let’s find our own little piece of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all this madness.” 

“Astarion, you insufferable trollop, what piece of cheap pulp did you fish that line from?!” you squeezed your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No, wait, let me guess... Madame Scarlett?” 

You watched his face turn from indignation to irritation, to finally settle in a resigned amusement, in a rapid succession.  

“My, a fellow connoisseur of the vulgar arts? The Madame’s been dead and out of print for over a century. But yes.” 

“A professional interest – a bard must be able to entertain all kinds of audiences, with all kinds of material” 

“And would you indulge me with your expertise tonight? But I do much prefer show to tell...”.  

This was the beginning. You did end up sleeping with him that night, despite his initial soppy attempt at seduction. And then it happened again another night. And then it kept happening... 

You tried to be discreet about it at first, but of course it wasn’t long before the other members of your party noticed your nightly disappearances, and there was no point trying to conceal it.  

You were vexed by their reactions – just about everyone found it necessary to at one point pull you aside and express their concerns about the vampire, asking you to be careful. This was, perhaps, justifiable – Astarion was admittedly quite stab-happy and had an inclination for bloodthirst (literally and figuratively). But he was on your side! And damned if you needed anyone’s approval for your choices in whom to bed! 

By that point you and Astarion had turned the cliched language of poorly written erotica novels into an inside joke. Casually addressing each other in increasingly mawkish and over-elaborate terms had turned into a game. Once the secret of your escapades was out, you weaponised this game, turning it to deliberately exasperate everyone around you with your antics. 

With your shared penchant for dramatic flair the two of you became utterly insufferable.  

You would shout corny names at each other across camp: 

“Oh precious, it’s your turn to set up the campfire! And no, I don’t care that you won’t be eating with us” you called out as the group stopped for the day to set up camp, but no answer followed. “My silver lynx..? Starry?? Snickerdoodle??” 

“Your snickerdoodle wandered off to slaughter another bear!” came an exasperated shout from Wyll. 

Strangers weren’t safe from your hijinks either:  

“My sun, my beating heart, flame of my loins, ache of my head. All my riches, at your feet”, he declaimed to you in front of a confused and embarrassed vendor, as he rummaged through and shook out his pockets and sleeves, spilling an assortment of semi-precious gems, silver cutlery and somehow even an entire silver tray, pilfered from an abandoned manor you came across earlier. 

Just to make the others uncomfortable, you would unceremoniously plop into Astarion’s lap at any given opportunity, including in your morning meetings to establish your itinerary for the day.  

One evening, as you all sat around the campfire to enjoy a shared meal, Astarion (who would ordinarily stay away during this time, or sit nearby with a book) sank down next to you, lifted your hand towards his mouth, and nonchalantly sank his fangs into your wrist and began to suck, slurping.  

“Oh, so I can’t enjoy a nice meal with everyone else, and have to be excluded? Bigots, the lot of you!” he chided, your blood dripping from his lips, to the sound of everyone’s shouts of shocked revulsion. Surprisingly, this was the closest you’d ever seen Lae’zel come to laughing.  

(You and Astarion had arranged this prior, of course. Ever the gentleman, he always asked before he bit.) 

Another night, as you were having a quiet chat with Shadowheart at her tent, while everyone else lounged at the fire, she asked: “So what is it like with him, really..? How is he?” 

Suddenly finding yourself abashed by this genuinely intimate question, you covered it up with pomp and bravado. Winking at Shadowheart, you stood up, threw your head back and began to orate, making sure your thundering voice would be heard by the fire, which you had been separated from by a distance and some bushes: 

“HIS MAGESTIC MANHOOD, WHEN UNSHEATHED, IS AN OBELISC OF MASCULINITY AND GLORY. IT IS A WONDER BIRDS DON’T CRASH INTO IT WHEN IT IS FULLY E- Ow! Who threw that?!” 

A projectile salami from your camp supplies came flying from behind the bushes, and slammed into the side of your face.  

All hell was breaking loose back at the campfire, as Wyll, Gale and a smug Astarion convulsed and shouted through poorly concealed laughter, blaming each other for the missile, as Karlach shook in hysterics and Lae’zel complimented the mystery thrower’s accuracy.  

Gale did look more sheepish than the rest once you started to develop a black eye from the impact, promptly healed by Shadowheart.  

What was it like with him? 

Despite the flowery epithets and exaggerated displays of affection you awarded each other in public, in private you had a mutual understanding that it was all frivolous, no strings play. You had a parasite that could turn you into a mind flayer at any given moment, twisting in your brain. Every day bore violent encounters. Since the nautiloid crash, you hadn’t gone a single day without something trying to murder you. You didn’t want to have to worry about anything other than survival, and you took life day by day. Distractions were welcome, but actual romantic attachment would be a burden, you told yourself. 

You thought of it as being friends with extended benefits.  

You let him feed (well, snack, really) on you, of course. It wasn’t sexual, not since the first night. He used your wrist, so as not to be overwhelmed by the blood flow. He ended the sessions by healing you himself, assisted by a magical trinket he’d picked up somewhere on your journey. You made sure not to let Gale get his hands on that one.  

In battles his arrows always picked off foes in your immediate vicinity, before they were directed to other targets. You’ve yelled at him for this, saying you were more than capable of holding your own, whilst you’d lost count of the revivify scrolls you’ve spent on Gale.  

“Yes, well, the way the man goes on about his ‘natural talents’ and ‘mastery of the weave’, you’d think he’d put that big wise brain of his to developing a strategy for not getting stabbed so often” - Astarion rolled his eyes. “I’m just encouraging him to improve, really. And besides”, his eyes narrowed, “only I’m allowed to spill your blood, darling”. You frowned at that last bit, as he flashed you a sweet and almost innocent smile, and stalked off.   

As for the other ‘benefits’ - the sex was intricate, if somewhat mechanic, almost too skillful on his behalf. Wanting more passion than efficiency, you eventually asked him to talk dirty to you. That made it nearly too intense for you to handle, and seemed to keep him more... personally engaged. During daytime you had to force yourself not to get caught up in flashbacks of his red eyes watching you writhe as he described what he was doing to you, what he was going to do to you, or how you looked while he worked your body. 

The night that you, wanting to reciprocate, asked him exactly how he wanted to be pleasured and what he liked was a fiasco. You didn’t understand why. First he said something about being able to please you being his greatest reward and satisfaction (which you immediately shut down). Then he grew flustered and irritated, becoming uncharacteristically at a loss for words. You tried to divert the conversation, but the mood was unsalvageably ruined.  

There was one takeaway from that debacle, however. After abandoning the idea of sex for the night, you laid next to each other, talking about nothing in particular: Baldur’s Gate, places you were both familiar with, comforts you were looking forward to having again. At one point he looked at his jacket, which you’d been lying on, and lamented that he couldn’t find any gold thread to fix the embroidery. You laughed and rolled over to give him a hug, and simply never let go. He wordlessly pulled you closer once it was clear you had no intention of leaving. That was the first time that you fell asleep and slept through the night in his arms. 

This became somewhat of a ritual, or another game with unspoken rules. Once you were done with each other, you’d pretend to quickly fall asleep with your face nested in the crook of his neck, or to otherwise be too exhausted to get up and make way to your own tent or bedroll. He pretended not to notice the regularity with which this was happening. You pretended not to notice the soft kisses he started leaving on your neck or forehead once he thought you were really asleep. It seemed... important, somehow, that you both pointedly refused to acknowledge any of it. You sensed that otherwise a certain line would be crossed. 

Last night, you were too exhausted to even think of anything but sleep by the time everyone started turning in for the night. Yet rest wasn’t even on the horizon for you – you remembered that you’d neglected to clean your weapons and carry out the well overdue maintenance on your equipment, which you did not allow anyone else to touch even when offered. You were planning to venture into the shadow-cursed lands the following day. You couldn’t afford to be sloppy. You begrudgingly set about your tasks. Astarion was as tired as everyone else, you figured it was needless to say you’d spend the night apart. And yet...  

“I guess I finally get my bedroll all to myself tonight, how delightful” you heard behind you. “No one to wrap themselves around me, no one nuzzling into my neck... Only free, undisturbed personal space” You heard a hint of dejection beneath the sarcasm, and something in your stomach flipped, giving you pause.  

“I’ll come back for a cuddle if you say please” you murmured over your shoulder. 

“Never!” he rasped in a perfect imitation of Lae’zel when you asked the same of her before freeing her from a tiefling cage, and disappeared into his tent. 

Over an hour later, as you collapsed into your own bedroll, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from across the camp, tent flap ajar. You held Astarion’s gaze.  

“Please”, he mouthed soundlessly, smiling as he lifted the edge of his blanket.  

Within moments, you slipped into his embrace, pressing your lips against his. But his kisses were gentle and feather light, lacking the usual persistent neediness.  

You pulled away from him, locking eyes as he softly ran his hand down your cheek, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful” he breathed. 

That night he fell asleep with his head against your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.  

Your breath caught in a silent sob as you were overwhelmed by a bittersweet realization of how much you really stood to lose if you failed in the journey still ahead of you. You didn’t think you’d ever felt happier or more miserable before in your life, as you hugged him tighter. 

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Next in series

AO3

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Off Day Or Day Off

Summary: Reader has a bad day due to a chronic illness they struggle with (POTS). Luckily Lizzie and Scarlett look after her.

Tw: headache, mild pots, exhaustion / fatigue, pain medicine, mentions of passing out

Words: 2129

A/n sorry for such a long absence I got diagnosed with POTS so I have been in and out of the hospital for appointments for the past few weeks. So, this fic is kinda just me projecting. Also, POTS stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (for those who don’t know). Let me know if you want a part 2.

You knew today was going to be hard when you opened your eyes to see your alarm had already been going off for a good half hour.

Whilst not something that was unusual for you, it did pose some insight into how the rest of the day may go. Taking a deep breath, you gathered the strength to sit up, still feeling exhausted to your bones and wanting nothing more than to lay back down and keep sleeping.

Reaching out to smack the alarm in order to finally get it to shut up, it took a few tries to finally hit the button.

You were tired despite having slept over the recommended eight hours. You were tired when you woke up and you had no doubt you would be tired when you went to sleep.

Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you braced yourself to stand up. Once on your feet you stayed upright for a good half a second before sitting back down hard.

Yep, today was an off day.

Trying again you managed to stick the landing this time, but still had to pause to wait for the patches in your vision to clear up first before doing anything.

You were vaguely aware of a dull ache in your temples and a general feeling of malaise and fatigue across your whole body.

You leant against the wall of your bedroom while pulling on some fresh pant and swapping out your pyjama shirt for a clean and presentable top.

You fought to stay upright while hopping around to stick the socks over your cold feet.

Throwing your notebook and pencil case into your backpack before pulling your laptop off the charge you added it to your bag and slung it over your shoulder, not bothering to do up the zip just yet.

Scanning the room your eyes caught on the small medical pouch were you had left it the day before. Groaning you circled back to grab it and triple check it was stocked with extra electrolyte packets before tossing it into your already full bag.

Your footsteps were heavy on the stairs as you plodded down to the kitchen, the voices of your little sister and mother only seeming to aggravate your growing headache.

You gripped the railing as you descended the stairs just in case your fatigue flared anymore than it already had.

As you shuffled into the kitchen you distantly listened to your mum wish you a good morning. Feeling tired and slightly annoyed at the whole situation you mumbled something incoherent back to her.

Scarlett had been your mother for almost ten years now after the adoption had gone through. You had met on the set for one of her earlier marvel films and due to your less-than-ideal situation and close bond with the actress she had adopted you.

It hadn’t been until a few months into living with her that she begun to take notice of your fatigue and various other issues. She had been with you every step of the process to get diagnosed and despite your fears she had stayed by your side.

You had been managing your tachycardia for a long time now and the symptoms of POTS weren’t as intense as they once were. However, from time to time you still had flare up which caused you a lot of heart ache and suffering.

As you slid into your place at the kitchen table Scarlett set down a plate of bacon and toast for you whilst she continued listening to the constant chatter stemming from your younger sister.

Scarlett nodded along with Rose’s story as she observed you closely. She had noted something was off almost straight away and knew you were doing your best to keep up a front.

It was Scarlett’s day off and as such she was tasked with taking Rose to school as Colin had headed into work early for a meeting with the writers.

You weren’t too interested in the food your mother had given you. Despite loving bacon and usually chomping it down with gusto you felt gross and tired.

Scarlett took note of your slow pace and droopy eyes as she took roses dishes back to the sink and loaded them into the dishwasher.

Scarlett had been trying to help you get better at advocating for yourself by simply making you ask for her help. She hoped it would help you speak up for yourself more now that you had more recognised needs. However, she also knew when to step in and simply help if you didn’t ask first.

She frowned at the sight of your backpack slung over the back of the chair knowing full well she didn’t want you going to uni if you were unwell.

As you continued to poke at your food with a fork and a bored expression that barely masked the exhaustion Scarlett sent rose to get dressed.

“Alright munchkin, what’s going on?” Scarlett said sitting down next to you.

“‘M fine mum. Just tired, I didn’t sleep well.” You grumbled still mining away at the edge of the slightly burnt toast with your fork.

Scarlett frowned as she knew you had been asleep before ten after she had poked her head in at around nine fifty to see if you were up.

“In that case maybe you should stay home today and get some rest sweetheart.” Scarlett said softly.

“No. No, I’m ok.” You said shaking your head which wasn’t a great idea as the patches reappeared in your vision.

“Alright.” Scarlett said admitting defeat for now. “I have to take rose to school; do you need a lift to uni?” She asked and you nodded pushing away the full plate of food. “Ok then come get your shoes on.”

You nodded again and stood. Just as she had expected Scarlett watched as you swayed on your feet slightly, blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision as your hand blindly reached for the table to provide the support you needed dot stay upright.

“Alright. No.” Scarlett said. “Definitely not. You’re staying here sweet girl.”

“But i’m-“ you begun only to be cut off.

“If the next words out of your mouth are “I’m fine.” I’ll make you take the whole week off.” Scarlett said and your lips snapped shut. “Go make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll have lizzie come stay with you while I’m out. She has the day off too and before you start, I’m sure she would like to spend the time with you.” Scarlett said before you could protest hindering the younger actresses schedule with your change of plans.

Before you could protest Scarlett gave you a look that kept the words in your throat from leaving.

“You’re not a problem y/n. Lizzie loves to spend time with you, and it makes her feel better to be able to help you out. Plus, I don’t want to leave you here alone in case you need something or pass out.” She said sternly but kindly.

“But I haven’t passed out before.” You grumbled.

“There’s a first time for everything.” Scarlett said. “Now go get comfy while I call Lizzie.” She said pressing a kiss to your head and giving you a light shove in the direction of the living room.

As you settled into a small nest on the couch you begun scrolling through Disney plus before settling on something to watch. You heard Scarlett talking on the phone in the kitchen before she appeared and handed you a water bottle which no doubt was filled with electrolytes. She spoke to Lizzie for a bit longer before coming back once the call was done.

“Drink.” She instructed, nodding to the bottle in your lap. “Lizzie will be over soon. I have to take rose in and then we can have a movie day and see if Lizzie wants to join us.”

“Ok.” You mumbled feeling bad for ruining everyone’s plans.

“None of that. We love you and we would rather spend the day making you feel better than knowing you’re not ok and doing what we planned.” Scarlett said as she picked up roses backpack and grabbed her trainers from the doorway.

Rose came and hugged you goodbye before continuing her endless chatter about something or other as she and Scarlett disappeared out the doorway. Scarlett blowing you a kiss as she left.

Snuggling down into the blankets you felt your eyelids droop as the show played on in the background.

What couldn’t have been more than five minutes later the doorbell rang before the door opened. You knew Lizzie had a a key, but she always rung the doorbell before she let herself in just to let you know it was her.

You heard the door shut and the sound of her taking off her shoes before she came upstairs.

“Y/n?” She called out as she walked down the hallway.

“In here.” You said barely shouting.

A moment later Lizzie entered the room, her face looking a little sad at the sight of you all bundled up and sleepy, your arms wrapped around your water bottle as your eyes drifted shut.

“Hiii.” You mumbled quietly.

“Hi sweet girl. Oh, look at you, it’s not a good day, is it?” She asked as she took the seat beside you on the couch.

“No.” You huffed as you shuffled over into her side.

Lizzie’s hands went straight to your hair as she brushed her fingers through it. She guided your head to her lap and gently began braining locks of your hair. The feeling of her fingers on your scalp relaxed you as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Have some more to drink first baby, then you can have a nap, okay?” She said helping you sit up and sip some of the electrolyte drink before guiding you back to her lap as her hands took their place back in your hair.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again.

The next time you woke up Lizzie’s hand was still gently massaging your head which was helping with the now whopping headache you had. You shifted slightly prompting Lizzie to look down from the show she had put on and see you were awake.

“Hi sweetheart, how are we feeling love?” She asked softly.

“Headache, tired and lousy.” You mumbled turning your face into her stomach making her chuckle softly at your cuteness.

“That’s no good.” She said frowning now she registered your words. “Want me to get your mum to bring some Panadol and a snack?” She asked and you nodded into her stomach.

Lizzie gently reached down and placed her hands over your ears to shield you from the noise as she began calling out to Scarlett who you hadn’t noticed return.

“Scar car you bring y/n/n some Panadol and a snack!” She called and you faintly heard your mum’s response before Lizzie was prompting you to drink some more of the electrolyte drink in your water bottle.

“Sorry I know this wasn’t what you two wanted to do on ur day off” you said to both actresses when Scarlett came in with some cupcakes, she and rose had baked the day before and a strip of Panadol.

“Honey…” Lizzie said looking sad. “I’ll always be here when you need me.” She said softly.

“Yeah, I can’t get rid of you.” Scarlett joked making all three of you laugh.

When you winced at the noise Scarlett went straight to mum mode as she popped out two of the tablets and put them in your hand before nodding to the water bottle.

“Alright, what are we watching?” Scarlett asked situating herself on your other side and pulling your legs into her lap, so you were laid across the two of them.

“Whatever y/n/n wants.” Lizzie said chucking the remote to you.

“I’m thinking marvel.” You grinned making both women groan in protest.

You put on age of ultron and barely twenty minutes in Lizzie’s gentle head scratches had lulled you back into the arms of sleep.

POTS was hard to live with but with all the people in your life supporting you it was bearable.

Part 2

@barbarasstar @charlie56

[abbyromanoff]

hi my love! since you’re writing me a birthday fic cause you’re the absolute best, i’d like to request Scarlett Johansson x Reader where it’s Rs birthday and Scar just spoils and treats R for the whole day. Ending in smut with Scar using her biggest cum filled strap and absolutely ruining R, hardcore sex with daddy kink and breeding kink. Like Scar just being rough and throwing R around. Make it as dirty as you possibly can haha. then ending with aftercare and Scar being a sweet baby.

thank you babes i love you <3

Birthday Suit

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x reader

Word count: 6,460

Summary: After making you wait all day long, your wife has you open the last present of the day, her.

Warnings: smut, food play, strap-on use, daddy kink, breeding, punishment, face riding, blindfolds, orgasm-denial, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, dom/sub dynamic, slight nipple play, slight possessiveness, squirting, small housewife kink, praising, degrading, petnames, aftercare, small pet play, cnc

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Sweetheart? C’mon, it’s time to wake up.” A small nudge was sent to your sleeping form. You groaned in response, turning to face the other way only to have strong beams of light flashing through your eyes.

“Mm, not yet.” You negotiated, noticing the clock being marked 10:03 AM. You never were one to wake up this late, usually having work early in the morning. But Scarlett had already contacted your boss and got you the day off, you just didn’t know that yet.

“Shit! My alarm must’ve not gone off, I’m gonna be late.” You almost got whiplash with how fast you had gotten up. If it wasn’t for your girlfriend pushing you back down, you would’ve already been rushing out the door.

“Shh, I already called in. It’s your birthday, my love, you need a break.” You let out a content sigh as her lips clashed with your own. Her arms wandered your body and found place on your shoulders, leaning back but not before giving another short peck to your lips. A smile broke out across your face when seeing the beautiful woman in full glory, you couldn’t keep your eyes off her. You were the luckiest person in the world to call her yours.

“Let’s go. Since you say my cooking is so terrible, I’m taking you out to eat instead.” It was true, she burned anything she made. You were the one who cooked for her while she watched, giving the occasional kiss to the chef to show her gratitude.

“I’ve never said no such thing.” You added with a playful tone, watching as she gave you ‘that’ look. You shut your mouth immediately and went to the bathroom to get ready. You didn’t want to take too long, but you wanted to look nice. You had light makeup on and before you could pick out your outfit, Scarlett surprised you with some that she had gotten for you.

“No way you got me a ‘birthday girl’ shirt.” You tried hiding your laugh behind your hands, only to fail as you toppled over in humor. You wanted to be embarrassed, but it was too funny to even care. She signaled you to lift your arms, placing the tank top over your skin. You already had your leggings on and were now fully dressed. She walked the both of you out, giving a slap to your ass making you jump slightly. You turned to look at her only to see a smirk in return.

She opened the car door and got into the driver's side, her hand making its way to your thigh. She grasped your fingertips in her hands, giving small pecks to each one before holding your hand in hers tightly. She’d give you occasional glances at red lights, chuckling at the way you admired the city as if you’d never seen it before.

“Alright, dove, we’re here.” She had stopped in front of your favorite diner from when you were a kid. It wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t the nicest place either. But she’d manage for you, seeing that large grin on your face as you tackled her with a hug before rushing in made it all worth it.

You sat down on the torn-up booth seat as the waitress gave you their introduction.

“Happy birthday.” She whispered next to you when walking away, you questioned how she knew for a moment, only to remember the shirt you had on. Your girlfriend sat across from you, still holding your palms. She never wanted to let go of you. She felt like if she did, it would all just end up being a dream. She knew that couldn’t be, but god she just loved to hold you more than anything.

“So, how’s your birthday, birthday girl?” By now, your drinks have already gotten here. You had a milkshake while Scarlett had a lemonade, but she kept taking sips of your drink when you’d look away. She already loved this day just as much as you. Even if it was your birthday, she never felt happier.

“It’s amazing because of you. Thank you for taking me here, I know you don’t really like this place.” She faked a gasp and held her hand to her chest, acting as if you just ripped her heart out.

“How dare you accuse me of that! I like this place, the…aroma is nice.” You chuckled at her failed attempt at a lie. The waitresses often acted like the sweetest old ladies, that was the only good thing. The boss knew you since you were a kid and gave you 10% discounts every time you ate here. The seats were held together by tape, must’ve been a bunch of nobodies tearing it up. They kept everything the same, it felt so nostalgic.

“And second of all, this is nowhere even near the start. It’s your day, I’m spoiling my beautiful girl with everything their heart desires.” Your eyes widened, your mind traveling to all the things you’d be doing that day. The only thing you didn’t know was that she was planning something extra special tonight. You had no idea what she was hiding under her pants, you had no idea she was even packing.

“And when you get back home, I want you to open your first present of the day. I hope you’ll like it.”

“Baby, anything you get me I’ll love, you know that. You yourself are more than enough and yet you’re still getting me so much.” Before she could lean over and kiss you, the waitress interrupted by placing your food on the table. Scarlett had ordered cinnamon french toast while you ordered their famous egg bacon and cheese sandwich. It was your go-to, you never switched it. Their food was great, but you loved the way the gooey egg yolk would leak out of the sandwich. You loved the crunch of the bacon and the pull of the cheese.

“Mm, is it good, my love?” You nodded and let out a small moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the first bite. She only laughed before she finished cutting her meal and taking the first bite. It wasn’t her favorite but it was still good.

A little over an hour later, the booth was filled with laughter and your beaming voice. Your smile was the largest it had ever been, your wife loved it. She loved making you happy, she’d give everything just to see you grin.

“Well, you ready to go home?” The bill was already paid, a decent-sized tip and a hug to a few of the workers and you both were out. You returned to your spot in the car, leaning over the console to give the woman a long, passionate kiss. Her hands cupped your face as her tongue licked over your lips asking for entrance. You let her in and she explored your mouth like it was new, like she’d never even kissed you before. She was hungry for you, but she had to make you wait just a few more hours.

You pulled back to breathe, resting your head on her shoulder and giving small pecks to the exposed skin. She hummed in delight before starting the car, pulling your head back to smile at you once more.

The second you arrived home there were so many presents on the table that you hadn’t seen before you left. She must’ve got someone to place them for her.

“Well, I want you to open up one to two for now, you can save the rest for later.” You rushed over to the different-sized boxes, examining all of them to see which you should open first. You shook a few in your hands and made guesses on what they are. Scar took them from your hands, walking you over to the couch and picking out two for you to open.

“Hmm, I think this one is a Lego set. And this one- I can’t tell what it is.” She motioned for you to open the surprises and maneuvered your body so you sat on her lap with her arms around your stomach.

You were right, the first was a Lego set of the black widow set. She knew how much you fangirled over her characters and knew she had to get it for you.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I fucking love it, baby! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You turned your body to hug her tightly, rocking her side to side with you. She kissed the side of your cheeks repeatedly and made sure you couldn’t let go. You could feel something poking you but you couldn’t care, all you wanted was to have your girl in your arms. You couldn’t stop the ever-so-light grind your hips made against the toy making Scarlett smirk. You now knew her surprise for the night, you couldn’t be more excited.

“Daddy?” She groaned into your ear and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

“Baby, it’s still the afternoon. Why don’t you wait a bit till daddy fucks you, hm? You think you can last that long?” Even when knowing it was most likely a lie, you still agreed. You didn’t want to make her angry, not on your birthday. As much as you loved being edged and humiliated for hours on end, all you wanted in the moment was for her to fuck you so sweetly. So softly. You wanted to feel her hands wandering your body as she made love to you.

“Yes, daddy. I’ll wait for you, I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good. Good little girl for me, doing whatever I tell you, huh?” She played with your locks of hair and handed you the next present without breaking eye contact.

“Now this one, this one is a little special. I had it custom-made to my liking, I want you to wear it for me.” You unwrapped the wrapping paper of the small box, your eyes widening as the object made its way into your sight. The red set was pulled out, the stockings following suit. Her hands ran up and down your inner thighs, her mouth lightly sucking on your pulse point. You let out a small moan and dropped the clothes down, leaning more into her touch.

“Be careful, my love. I had this made just for you, don’t be so ungrateful.” You picked up the articles of clothing before you could even blink. You didn’t want to make her mad in any way and cause her to throw you around tonight. But at the same time, that was all you ever wanted.

You didn’t even notice your hips still moving on top of her until her hands gripped your waist, forcing you to stay still.

“What did I say?”

“T-to wait for you.” She scoffed in your face before pushing you onto her right thigh, forcing you to straddle her. You knew you couldn’t move unless she said so, but you had to rock your body back and forth just once. Surprisingly, she didn’t make you stop, she just watched, arms behind her head admiring the view in front of her. You took this as her approval and started to go a bit faster, feeling the texture of her skinny jeans below you.

“Mm, that’s it. Why don’t you take your pants off, leave the panties on.” You quickly stood up to remove your bottoms, shying away from the hungry eyes of your girlfriend. Before you could go back to your previous position, her hand grasped your chin with gentleness and care.

“Oh, doll, you’re so pretty. My beautiful little pet. Now, how about you show me those panties, I want to see how wet you are for daddy.” She laid you onto the couch and separated your legs, getting onto her knees in front of you. Your excitement was through the roof knowing what was to come. Her tongue lightly grazed your clit through your soaked undergarments, your head was thrown back at the immense pleasure.

“Oh, daddy, that feels so good!” You tried closing your legs, only to no avail. She kept them pried open as her mouth left small kisses and licks over the wet spot that she caused.

“Fuck, you taste so good. And you’re so fucking wet, did I do this to you? Did daddy cause you to be dripping onto our couch?” You nodded along, not registering a word she said. Suddenly, a loud ringtone made you jump in your seat. There was no contact name, but Scarlett seemed to know exactly who it was. She moved from her place between your legs, shushing you with a finger to your plump lips.

“Scarlett?” You asked once she hung up, staring at her with confusion when she grabbed your pants off of the floor.

“I’m going to pick up the cake, I’ll be back soon. And if I find out you touched yourself without my permission, this day won’t end well for you. And trust me, I always know.” You gulped away your fears and stared up at the woman, begging her to stay and let you cum. She only laughed and walked out the door with a short goodbye. You were left in the shirt she had chosen for you and your soaked panties. Your mind was filled with thoughts of what was to come, what she’d do to you. She couldn’t possibly be mad at you for playing with yourself, it was your birthday, after all, you deserved a bit of a treat.

But you couldn’t give in, not yet. You just had to wait a few more hours for her to have her way with you. It never felt so long. It was like she had left hours ago even though it had only been forty-five minutes. You so desperately needed that release, you needed her to be here with you. You debated on calling her, the contact name screaming at you to just give in. Right as you were about to click the call button, the door opened revealing your stunning wife holding a box that must’ve held your cake. It was red velvet, just as you liked. She sent a smile your way and placed the food on the counter, the small grocery bag making its way into your eyesight. You could only see what looked like a jar of whipped cream and a carton of un-cut strawberries. ‘It must be for the cake’ you thought, not realizing the true purpose of the items.

“Y/N? Did you even hear what I said?” You blinked a few times and looked to where the voice came from, only now noticing the close proximity between you two. She grabbed your hand and led you into the kitchen where the food was, your mood immediately being lifted when seeing the design. There were pink flowers on the top and sides along with chocolate-covered strawberries on top. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on it.

“Well, do you like it? I know how much you love pink so I thought, why not get my favorite girl exactly what she wanted.” She tickled the side of your hips, laughing at the way you tried to escape her grasp. She used one fingertip to dip into the frosting, booping your nose and painting it with a pink cream.

“Oh, you are so lucky I love you.”

“Yeah? You love me?” You rolled your eyes before turning to face her, your arms placing themselves around her shoulders. You buried her face into her neck, making sure your nose would rub against her.

“Okay, now that’s just rude!” She mirrored your position, holding you close to her body and grabbing the fork left on the counter.

“Well, let’s dig in, baby.”

After what seemed like hours, every present was opened and the cake was almost gone. You had already responded to every ‘Happy Birthday’ message and tweet. Your whole dashboard was covered in sweet messages and drawings people had made for you on your special day. Scarlett was in the walk-in bathroom getting ready for bed, applying her skincare delicately to her face. You turned off the light on your bedside table and laid on your side facing away from where she was. The conversation with her from earlier had already escaped your mind, but it sure as hell didn’t leave your wife’s.

You felt the bed dip as she joined you in bed. You moved your head just a little bit to give her a kiss goodnight and returned to how you were, stopping in your tracks when feeling something against your bottom.

“Scar? What are you doing?” Her hips grinded slowly into you, a remembrance of what you were doing earlier on her thigh. Her curious hand found its way to your neglected breasts, her fingertip circling your nipple gently. You whimpered quietly and tried to scramble away from her, only to be pulled back in.

“Don’t try to push me away, we both know you want it. Now, why don’t you let me treat my girl for her birthday, it is your special day after all.” You couldn’t possibly say no to her. She was right, you both knew you needed it. It was like a drug and you were an addict.

“Daddy..” Came your small voice, your body moving in rhythm with hers on its own. You moved onto your back, Scarlett’s breath-taking face coming into your view. Her wet hair splayed across the sides of your face. She picked up your leg and placed it on her side, your other leg being pushed apart to give her free access.

“I have a little surprise for you, dove. And I think you’ll love it.” You followed her gaze to the bedside table on her side, the grocery bag from earlier being placed on top of the wooden table. Your eyes widened, turning to look at her with shock and excitement. She placed her hands on the oversized shirt you were wearing, feeling the soft fabric in her hands. You could tell what she was thinking and gave her a nod of approval.

“Fuck, I’ll never get sick of these perfect tits.” She palmed the soft skin in her hands, letting out a soft moan at the contact. She smiled smickly to herself when thinking of the things she could do, how she could ravish you. Your hands slowly made their way to the large imprint in her boxers, you could tell it was a new strap.

“You feel that? Daddy got it just for you. This one, this one is special though,” She took a small pause, ridding herself of her undergarments and freeing her strap-on from the confinements. “You know why it’s so special?” You shook your head, no, your eyes stuck on the toy. She grabbed your hand, placing it onto the object and guiding your hand onto her.

“Yeah, jerk daddy off, princess. I can’t wait to fill you up with so much fucking cum, watching it drip out of this sweet little hole- God! You’re so hot, baby girl.” She thrusted herself into your strokes, acting as if she could feel it, she could feel your touch. You tried clenching your legs, anything to get some sort of relief. Scarlett didn’t let that slide. She gripped your thighs tightly, almost causing the soft skin to bleed.

“Don’t be greedy, I’ve already given you so much today. Why don’t you let daddy play with her little toy for a while, that sound good?” She didn’t care for a response and gave you a long, forceful kiss. Her tongue prodding at your lips distracted you from the feeling of her fingers dancing around on your thighs. Your clit was aching, begging to be touched. You gasped when feeling her long, cold fingers circling your clit, she took that as her opportunity to insert her tongue into your mouth. She explored your body like it was new, as if she hadn’t already claimed each inch of your skin.

Her faux cock prodded at your folds, sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to erupt over you. She chuckled lightly and disconnected her lips with your own, watching as you struggled to fight for air.

“Look at you, all spread out and ready for me. I think I know just what could be the cherry on top to all of this.” She whispered hotly against your ear, biting the lobe softly as to just graze the area.

“W-what is it? The cherry on top, what is it?” You asked in a meek voice, your slick dripping down her fingertips and your thighs. Her digits popped into your mouth, the lightly salty-sweet flavor invading your tastebuds.

“Taste good? Yeah, you taste fucking divine, my love. Now, why don’t you close your eyes before I blindfold you.” You had to bite back a moan at the thought alone. Her using you however she pleased without you even knowing what her next move would be, it was something you could only dream of happening.

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Who am I kidding, of course, you would. You love anything daddy gives you, isn’t that right?” No words were able to leave you, only your consistent moans.

“I asked you a question, answer it.”

“Yes, daddy. I love everything you give me, everything!” She hummed in satisfaction at your words, waiting for you to comply. You slowly did, closing your eyes and ridding yourself of knowing anything she would do to your helpless body.

“Such a good whore for me, always doing exactly what I tell you.” You heard what sounded like a small crackling sound and automatically opened your eyes, bad mistake.

“What did I just say? You know, I was trying to take it easy on you but you just don’t want to listen.” Your eyes were quickly covered with a cloth, your sight only being filled with darkness. You wriggled in her grasp hopelessly, only making her more enraged.

“Stop it! Don’t make me handcuff you too, because I promise you, I will.” You felt a cold, soft texture land on your breasts causing you to let out a gasp. You could just see the concentration displayed on Scarlett’s face trying to make the perfect swirl.

“Now this is what I like to see. Stay still for me, baby, daddy just wants a taste.” Her hands held your hips, her tongue smothering your covered tits and eating the delicious treat like it was her last meal. She didn’t leave a drop behind, not a single one. She gathered up the whipped cream on her pointer finger, ghosting over your lips as a sign to open them. You did. Your mouth was filled with the sweet flavor, and your wife leaned over you with those same eyes as before, pure hunger and need. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. You could feel the way her hands held you, fighting off the urge to not move lower. And you could hear the ragged breaths, you could hear just how desperate she was to finally get her mouth on you.

“Fuck, you think you can do something for me?” She was trying to hold back, you could tell. It brought a small smirk to your face knowing how much control you had over her even when being blindfolded and helpless.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“I want you to ride my face.” Even through the sternness in her tone, you could hear the slight uncertainty. You were always too nervous to do so, scared you’d be too heavy for her to hold. But she had assured you countless times again that it wouldn’t happen and that ‘I’d love more than anything to die between your thighs’. You’ve watched many pornos that played out exactly like this, the girl riding the others’ face like there was no tomorrow. And you couldn’t lie, it was hot. You just never thought she’d be so into it.

When not hearing a response, your wife let out a small sigh. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, angel. You can tell me no.”

“No! No, I want to.” She didn’t fully believe you, she knew you’d gladly do anything she wanted before thinking of yourself.

“You need to tell me you want it, I need to know this is what you really want.”

“I want it, I want to ride your face, Scarlett.” Her hand delicately placed itself around your neck, licking a long stripe up your neck. She enclosed her lips on your skin, creating more hickey’s the farther she went down. Suddenly, the same hands were lifting you up and placing you onto her lap. She was letting you go at your own pace. No matter how much she loved to have that control over you, she’d never force you into doing something you didn’t want.

She lifted your blindfold for a moment, giving you a soft kiss before you started to move closer and closer to her face.

“It’s okay, love, do it for me.” You felt a rough grab on your thighs, pulling you onto her lips. She didn’t let up, her tongue immediately dove into your heat. It swirled around your clit, making out with the wet bud like her life depended on it.

“Fuck, taste so damn good.” She muttered, your juices filling her mouth. You held onto the bedpost in front of you, slowly starting to rock your hips against her. Your bundle of nerves grazed against her nose, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“Daddy! Oh god- yes! It feels so good! So fucking good!” She chuckled darkly into you, the vibrations causing shivers up your spine.

“Mm, could eat this little pussy all day, so sweet.” Her fingers ran across your folds, prodding at your hole for entrance.

“God, you’re so tight! Just begging me to finger you, huh?” You rode her faster, your pace becoming animalistic. She held your butt tightly, giving a small smack to the soft skin and creating a loud cackling sound. Her tongue dipped into your hole, moaning at the flavor.

“Daddy! It- it hurts, I can’t take it.” She restricted your movements with the hand placed on your body, the other teasing your wetness once more. You were absolutely dripping, nearing your peak. You knew you couldn’t finish without permission but fuck was it hard. It felt like heaven, the most beautiful woman sloppily eating you out with pure need. No matter how tight of a hold she had on you, it couldn’t stop the grinding coming from your lower body.

“Don’t you dare fucking move, or I’ll stop.”

“But, please! I need it, I wanna cum so bad.” Tears rolled down your red face, the overwhelming sensation becoming too much to bare. You broke. You couldn’t even warm her before you came crashing down, trying to push her off of you to the best of your ability. She quickly stopped what she was doing, making you whine loudly.

“When did I tell you that you could cum? Hm?” When you didn’t respond she continued, “Huh? Tell me, when the fuck did I say you can cum?” You gulped down any words that could form, knowing they’d only get you into more trouble. The sight of her angered face filled your eyesight as the cloth covering your eyes was ripped off of you.

“I was trying to be gentle with you, princess. Since it’s your day I thought, why not treat my girl? I’d fuck them so well and make their day perfect, but you just had to ruin that, didn’t you? You couldn’t listen to me and wait, no, you were too much of a desperate little bitch to wait for daddy.” A slap was sent to your cheek, your face moving to the side as you touched the reddened skin.

“I’m sorry, daddy-” Before you could finish your sentence, you were being slammed against the mattress, your wife leaning over you with that fierce gaze.

“Don’t get all apologetic now, you know what you did. Now, why don’t you make it up to me, let daddy play with this sweet fucking body however I want, okay?” You knew there was no point in pleading for forgiveness, the damage was already done. Her arms went on either side of your head, one going down to stroke her strap. You moved your hips towards the toy, begging for it inside of you.

“Such a dirty girl, I thought I taught you better. What do we say when we want something, hm?” Your hands were fighting the urge not to grab onto her round breasts and tease them till they were swollen, till she was the one pleading you not to stop.

“P-please! Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me, want you to use me.” She leaned in close to your face, your lips nearly touching.

“That’s better.” She leaned back, your body chasing after her mouth as if it was a floating memory. She only chuckled, noticing your distracted form and using it to her advantage. She slipped the tip inside of you, watching as your mouth formed a large O shape when trying to suppress a moan. Her thumb pinched your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hands forming fists. She didn’t stop until the entirety of her length was inside of you, stretching you out like never before. She was so big, you almost couldn’t handle it.

You gave her a small nod when the burning sensation went away, instantly feeling her thighs make contact with your own as she started a slow yet hard pace. You needed more, it wasn’t enough.

“Daddy! Go faster, please go faster!” You hoped she’d show you some sort of mercy and do as you asked, but she didn’t. She had only done the exact opposite, stilling her thrusts completely.

“Is that how you ask for things? Are you that dumb and brainless that you can’t follow a single fucking rule?” You shook your head quickly, forcing your body to stop its movements before she did it herself.

“No, daddy, I’m sorry. Please fuck me faster, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, fucking anything!”

“Good girl, love. Did such a good job doing as I say.” She finally complied, hitting deep inside of you only to pull out almost entirely. The headboard slammed against the wall in front of you, creating a dent that Scarlett made a mental note to have fixed. Your moans filled the room covered in the stench of sex, your wife wished she could play them on repeat for hours. Heavy breaths escaped her every time she moved, the sound being vocalized right next to your ear. You could hear the small whines that left her, you could hear everything.

“God, you’re so damn sexy. Want to cover this beautiful body with my marks, show everyone who you belong to.” She took hold of the necklace she had gotten you that was splayed across your chest. It had her name written in gold cursive, it had to be your favorite gift of the day.

“You see this?” She started, “This is my name. Mine. And I want you to wear it every goddamn day so everyone will know you’re mine. All fucking mine.” She connected her lips with yours, the small hint of your juices from earlier lingering around and hitting your taste buds.

“All yours.” You mumbled, receiving a smirk from the slightly older woman. She took hold of your thighs and pushed them forward to touch your stomach, reaching deeper inside of you and causing your legs to shake.

“Oh fuck! Yes, right there!” Your hands went to play with your nipples, hoping to throw you closer to the edge.

“Yeah? Did I hit that nice little spot inside of you that gets you all dumb for daddy? Such a cute whore for me, and only for me, right?” You nodded along with whatever she said, only focusing on the immense pleasure she was giving you. She decided to let it go just this once, instead choosing to admire your blissed-out face.

“I can hear just how wet you are for me, doll, you’re fucking dripping.” Her thighs shined in the small bit of light illuminating the room, being drenched in your slick as she rammed into you harshly.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl, I love you so much. Daddy loves you, princess, she loves you so much.” You basked in the short, sweet moment and pulled her into you, licking the shell of her ear before whispering gently,

“Show me how much you love me, let me cum. Let me make a mess all over your dick.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she contemplated her options. This was supposed to be a punishment, she was meant to deny you. But the way you spoke so heavenly into her ear made her want to fulfill your request more than anything.

“You can hold it a little longer, right? Can you be my good girl, or do you only know how to be a cock-drunk slut?” Your back arched off the bed, your release nearing. You knew you were incapable of waiting, you already had long enough. But you wanted to make it up to her, to do what she had asked of you.

“No, I can’t! I really can’t, daddy. It’s too much!” She shook her head in disagreement, making you shed tears you didn’t know were threatening to come out.

“Just a little longer for me, okay? Can you do that?” You agreed with no plans of actually following through. She wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, you both knew that.

“I can’t! I need it, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything- Ah! Just, please fill me up!”

“Yeah? You want me to cum deep inside this tight pussy? Maybe you’ll get pregnant too, be all round with my pups. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Your mind was fuzzy and blank, the only thing you were able to think of was her. Her voice. Her words. Her touch. Everything she did got you closer to breaking her rules.

“Mhm, I want it, I want your pups. I need you filling me up every second of the day.” You mumbled out incoherently, a grin finding its way to your wife's face.

“I will, baby, I fucking will. I’ll make sure you’re dripping in my cum every morning and every night, I’ll never waste a drop. You would make the perfect housewife and the perfect little mommy.” The fake cum shot deep inside of you, occasionally spilling out of your hole. She moaned as if she could actually feel it, like she could feel your walls clenching around her. You let out a silent scream and bit the pillowcase next to you, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Don’t hide your moans, love. Daddy wants to hear every sound she can get out of that whorrish mouth.” Her mouth placed itself on your breasts that were calling out for her. She sucked as if there was milk coming out, teasingly biting the hard bud to pull a reaction out of you. The coil in your stomach snapped, your juices spurting out of you and hitting her lower stomach. She hadn’t permitted you, yet it was too hard to stop it. You hoped she wouldn’t mind, that she’d let it go and continue to fuck you all night long.

“That’s it, cum for me. You’re so fucking hot, I’ll never get tired of watching you squirt all over me.” She sloppily fingered your clit, laughing at the way you tried to clench your legs closed.

“Awh, don’t get all shy on me now. I want to see this wet little pussy just dripping in my cum, can’t you just give daddy this one thing? After she’s been so nice to you today.” She pouted innocently, forcing your legs back open with her long, veiny hands. You were so sensitive, it hurt just for her to touch your inner thigh.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” You hugged her close to your chest, whimpering as she started to pull out.

“It’s okay, let’s just wait a minute. Does that sound good?” You nodded, hiding your face into her neck and sobbing quietly.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” She was panicked, the last thing she’d ever want to do is harm you in any way.

“N-no, you didn’t hurt me. ‘M just sensitive.” She let out a small sigh of relief and refused to let you go, keeping you in her arms like you were her life support. Your eyes were droopy as sleep was invading your senses, only to be pulled back to reality as Scarlett hoisted you onto her waist. She was careful not to hurt you and gently placed you down on the side of the tub, moving to rid herself of the strap-on attached to her hips and to grab a wet cloth.

“This might sting just a bit but I promise it will be over soon.” The fabric made contact with your cunt, a small burn following. Your hands instinctively made their way to her shoulders, biting your lip to suppress any sounds that would follow.

“There, all done.” You had already brushed your teeth and gotten yourself ready for bed earlier and now were being carried to your shared bed. She let you down gently, tucking you in under the pile of blankets before sliding in next to you. Her arms went around your form, hugging you tightly and catching a whiff of a familiar scent.

“Are you wearing my perfume?” Your small giggle and no response were all the answers she needed as she let out a laugh of her own before kissing your forehead.

“You’re adorable, baby.” She said, “Happy Birthday, I hope I was able to make this day perfect for you.”

“You just being here was the greatest gift I could’ve ever asked for. Thank you, you really know how to make someone’s day.” She could tell by the yawn you let out soon after finishing your words that you were close to falling asleep.

“I try. Now, get some rest, baby. You were so good for me tonight, I’m so proud of you.” You smiled drunkenly, letting out yet another yawn before speaking one last time that night.

“Love you so much, Scarly.”

“Love you to the moon and back, darling.”

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Panic attack

Y/N: 12 years old Scarlett: mom Lizzie: mama ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's been the most stressful week in the young Olsen-Johansson's life and it's only Wednesday, two more days to go. She has a lot of homework, so many exams coming up and it's driving her crazy.

She has troubles with eating, sleeping and that didn't go unnoticed by Y/N's mothers. Of course Scarlett and Lizzie are worried about their little girl and are doing their best to make sure Y/N eats and gets enough sleep.

A knock on the door interrupts the young girl in the middle of writing an essay. Her eyes leave the screen of her laptop for a moment, locking them with a pair of green eyes belonging to one of her mothers.

"Sweetheart, how about a little break? Mama and I thought we could watch your favorite movie, play a game or do anything you'd like" Scarlett asks softly, attempting to get her daughter away from studying.

Both, Scarlett and Lizzie, are happy that their daughter wants to be good at school and have good grades, yet sometimes they see how's Y/N tired and stressed, so they just need to get her away from all the school work.

Y/N's just a really hard-working kid, also very shy and quite an introvert which makes the pressure even bigger, especially when she needs to speak in front of the entire class like tomorrow.

And to all of this pressure there's a group of children in Y/N's class who likes to use Y/N's kindness, shyness and inability to say no in their favour, making her do their homework in exchange they won't hurt her.

"Would you mind if we'd do that later? I really need to finish this" Y/N points at the screen, making Scarlett let out a sigh even though she was expecting this answer.

"I really think you should take a break, honey. Promise that once you finish this you come downstairs to take a break and do something with us, yeah?"

"Mhm. I promise, mom" Y/N nods, more so that Scarlett would leave and let her finish the essay.

Scarlett sighs once again, closing the door of her daughter's room, and walks downstairs to her wife while Y/N gets back into writing the essay.

Y/N sighs in relief once she writes the last word. Just a coma is missing and she's finished. But in the exact moment she presses the button, the screen of her laptop goes black.

"No, no, no" The girl mumbles out, desperately trying to switch it back on, but nothing works. It's been charging the entire time, so there's no way the laptop discharged.

A panic takes over her as she stands up from her chair, walking around in circles and thinking about all those things the group of bullies will do to her if she won't give them the essay tomorrow.

It gets harder to breath and Y/N's hands start shaking. Her knees get weak, so she catches a chair for support, accidentally knocking it down and ending on the ground with the chair.

Tears start to run down her cheeks uncontrollably, her lungs not accepting any air as her entire body is shaking.

"Y/N/N, are you okay?!" Lizzie calls as both parents heard a loud noise, both walking upstairs to check on their daughter. "Y/N, honey, are you-" Lizzie stops at the sight of her shaking and crying daughter, immediately rushing to her and Scarlett doing the same.

"Y/N/N, you need to breathe. Breathe with me, honey. Slow breaths with mommy, okay?" Scarlett says, attempting to get her daughter to take a proper breath which fails.

Scarlett and Lizzie share a worried look when nothing seems to work. Tears keep streaming down Y/N's face as she's rapidly trying to take a breath.

"Sweetheart, look at me please" Lizzie places her hands on her daughter's knees on which Y/N lifts her eyes. "That's it, baby. Can you tell me five thing you can see?"

And once again this attempt fails. Lizzie squeezes her eyes shut, trying to remember everything that always helped when Y/N was having a meltdown when she was younger while Scarlett's trying to somehow calm Y/N down.

"Skin to skin! It always helped. Can you take her shirt off?" Lizzie asks, earning a nod from her wife who immediately and carefully removes Y/N's shirt off while Lizzie takes off hers.

Lizzie carefully pulls her daughter close, laying her head on her chest, so she could listen to Lizzie's heartbeat.

"There we go, sweetheart. Mama's got you. You're safe, baby" Lizzie tells her daughter softly, watching as Y/N's breathing slowly gets into normal.

"Would you like to talk about what happened with me and mama?" Scarlett asks when Y/N calms down completely, running her fingers through her daughter's hair and giving her a soft smile.

"I-I was just finishing the essay when m-my laptop died. I-I couldn't turn it on a-and I have so many other things to do. I-I need it o-or they'll hurt me" Y/N admits on which Scarlett and Lizzie share confused and worried look.

"Who will hurt you, baby?" Lizzie questions.

"Brad and his friends. T-they said they will hurt me if I won't do their homework" Y/N confesses, earning a sigh from both of her mothers.

"Sweetheart, you can't be doing homework for other children. They won't hurt you, I promise. Mama and I will make sure of it, yeah? You don't have to worry about it" Scarlett smiles softly, pressing a kiss to her daughter's head.

"I think you've overworked yourself, bubs. No school for today, nothing will happen if you won't have a homework for once and as mommy said, we will make sure those kids won't hurt you, be mean to you or make you to do their homework for them" Lizzie adds, also pressing a kiss to her daughter's head. "Let's just cuddle and watch a movie, yeah?"

The three end up in Scarlett and Lizzie's shared room, snuggling up in the bed and watching Y/N's favorite movie.

Y/N's eyes get heavy a few minutes after the start of the movie though and as she closes them, she falls into a deep slumber which makes both of her mother smile, whisper a few sweet things to her and press a kiss to their little girl's forehead.

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[romanoffsbish]

A PR Nightmare

Scarlett Johansson x F!R

Warnings: Drugs(the happy gas), Gaslighting(ex).

"Scarlett Johansson is my wife!” you groaned, slamming your laptop shut in the hopes of forgetting, but the embarrassing clip is now engrained in your mind. Your now ex was so jealous of your crush on your celebrity boss that she thought it best to post your drugged up form announcing it to the world.

So high on the laughing gas from your wisdom teeth procedure you'd failed to notice the camera in your face as you rambled on about the blonde starlet, not that you'd have done much of anything in the state you were in. Martha betrayed you, and all the trust you once held for her flew out the window with your relationship. She pleaded with you to let it go, that it was just a harmless joke, but the email you got requesting for you to meet up with Scarlett, Kate and HR told you it likely wasn't.

——

Now, all you wanted to do was to curl up in your bed and sob for days. Snuggling your tuxedo kitten impossibly close, while eating every unhealthy snack known to man. Your associated leave only lasted a few days, and the looming meeting was scheduled for tomorrow.

Quitting wasn't sounding so bad to you, but then you felt a cool breeze, remembering that living in the city wasn't cheap, and if you were to have no income lined up to replace hers you and Toby would be foraging on the streets.

"Wish me luck Tobes.," the cat lazily meowed from atop your chest, and you thanked him with a few head pats before letting a restless sleep win you over.

—

Scarlett was in her office tapping away on the computer, in an hours time she'll be on a zoom interview to address the silly issue at hand. Then a few hours later she'd be meeting you in person for the very first time, you were one of the many social media consultants on her team, and it wasn't a shock she never met you.

Doesn't mean she hadn't seen you before, her interested gaze always lingered on your form too, finding it humorous that you were so focused on getting the products lined up with the rooms natural lighting. When you were focused on that, she was focused on how that same light gave you the glow of an angel.

This video of yours might've cause a subtle uproar on the internet, but she couldn't be bothered by such a thing when it got her that much closer to you. Especially with the clear knowledge that the attraction here is mutual; The Outset sales booming is just a bonus.

While Scarlett typed away in a state of glee it was very much a polarizing experience for you. Clammy hands reached for the main entrance door, and after a few tries you'd managed to get in the building just to trip over an obvious box.

"Get it together Y/L/N," you grumbled as you wiped the dirt off your now wrinkled clothes, "Perfect, now she can think I'm a slob too."

You trudged up to your locker to put your bag away, and hopefully fix yourself up a bit. There was a group of your coworkers there, almost as if they were in wait, because instantaneous snickering occurred as you filled their view.

Ignoring them was easy enough, you'd never cared much for them anyways, so you just glared their way before making the dreadful trip up the elevator where ignoring the urge to vomit up your iced coffee was harder to ignore.

Especially when the metal doors slid open, showing you in a state of obvious duress, your fingers were aggressive as they massaged at your aching temple, and you were muttering words under you breath, you honestly looked insane. Which is why when the soft clearing of a throat was heard you froze up like a statue.

Stood before you was Scarlett Johansson, her hand on the shoulder of her co creator, and the CEO of The Outset—Kate, whom of which you were familiar with as she loved to be on the inside of a lot of the company's media promo. The older woman was smiling at you softly, her eyes dripping with sympathy, and you weren't sure how you were still standing on your feet.

"Miss Y/L/N, I wasn't expecting you for another thirty minutes, but lucky for you I'm free now," Scarlett spoke, tone even, but you could see amusement flickering in her eyes.

"I however have to go handle an emergency, something to do with legal, so it'll just be the two of you as HR only gave a form for you," Kate continued as she brushed passed, and suavely swapped places with you in the lift.

Kate's smiling face was like a lifeline in the moment, so when the doors shut you nearly collapsed to your knees. A meeting with the woman alone, the same one you embarrassed online, and who sometimes signs your checks.

You weren't sure it could get much worse, but boy were you wrong because as soon as you sat down the blonde had your video queued up, "Shall we watch this together? Or are you equally as aware of the contents as I am?"

"I-I know what was said,” you hung your head in shame, completely missing her sly smirk.

"I'm apparently the 'hottest thing since baked lasagna,” Scarlett read off a quote pulled from the unbearably long video, though she kept her voice level you could see the amusement in her eyes, and via the small side smirk she obviously tried to suppress. "But wait, at one point you mentioned that if given the chance you'd gaze into my brilliant green eyes for hours on end, but you've yet to even look me in the eyes."

"Am I being fired?" you managed to ask her the looming question. "Should you be Y/N?"

A heavy sigh left your lips as you clambered to your feet, "I'm sorry for the all the trouble I've caused you Miss Johansson, and I'd just like to thank you for the opportunity to work under you." The blonde's brows furrowed, she was genuinely shocked at your outburst, "Wait!"

Your hand paused on the handle, and you twisted your upper body to face her. "You're not being fired, as I've been told, and quite frankly as I've seen you're one of our better employees, and it would be a disservice to let you go over something so silly," she slowly moved from behind her desk as a means to approach you, her hand settled atop your arm and your breath hitched in your throat.

"That being said." You felt uneasy when she spun you the rest of the way to face her, it felt like your stomach was doing somersaults with the way she was smirking at you—at you, not near you, no, it was designated for your eyes. "You've caused quite the stir around the world, so my team and I think it'd be best if you were my next red carpet date, for the public appeal."

Scarlett watched as you swallowed thickly, so she softened her smirk, and squeezed your shoulder in a comforting way. "It would be good for The Outsets image, we'd basically be in on the joke, or more so getting ahead of it." You found yourself even more confused by her phrasing, and maybe even a bit hurt. "Joke?"

Scarlett internally smacked herself, she'd been nervous when she spoke, even if her confident smirk said otherwise, and now she has to find a way to make sense of her likely hurtful words. "You said I was your wife, is that not a joke?" Your eyes immediately looked away from hers at the pointed call out, "No, yeah, it was..."

"Exactly, but maybe if you play your cards right it could be your eventual reality," she winked, short circuiting your brain with the words and flirty gesture to the point of stunned silence.

"Just think about it Y/N, no pressure, but I'd be doing a disservice to myself if I didn't say I'd be the luckiest person on that carpet if I had a pretty thing like you hanging off of my arm."

At the sight of your soft, nervous smile the starlet felt her nerves settling. "Ok, I'll do it." Blinded by her excitement she pulled you into a hug, and fortunately for her you melted into it. "Perfect, my team will be in contact then, and I'll be seeing you around the office pretty girl."

—

True to her word, Scarlett sought you out the very next day after reading through your file. Kate and her had decided awhile back to do there best to connect with the staff on a more personal level, and in doing so they'd asked you all some really random questions. Nothing too personal, it was very surface level, like: what's your go to take out meal, or favorite game?

After reading how much you loved to play Uno, and eat at that small Italian restaurant up the street she immediately sent her assistant out to collect all that she'd need, and now she was in the elevator on her way down to your floor.

"Good afternoon Miss Johansson."

When your manager announced the arrival of your starlet boss you tried to shrink into the void, but it was to no avail as she was here for you. The toned legs slipped into cherry red high heels before your face said as much, "Hi."

Scarlett chuckled as you greeted her knee, her unbelievably soft hand reached down to help you to your feet, and with the force she used it made you stumble into her awaiting embrace.

"Oh, you're falling for me all over again?" she teased quietly with a whisper against your ear before she straightened the both of your bodies then began to walk away, heels clicking as she spoke, "We have things to discuss, come on."

After a moment of bewildering, you looked up to John who looked to you concerned, "Go."

Scarlett bit back her chuckle at the sight of you haphazardly rushing to catch the elevator, as if she wasn't patiently holding it open for you, and admiring how pretty your soft pout was.

"I'm sorry Miss Johansson," you rushed out, but she quickly stopped you with a hand on your lower back, causing you to freeze as a shiver ran through you, "Call me Scarlett."

As the both of you exited the elevator onto her floor you walked in tandem, her hand never left your back until it was pulling the chair out for you to sit down. Scarlett Johansson was proving to be quite the gentlewoman.

"So, you're probably wondering why you're here," she playfully quirked a brow your way, and watched as you nodded meekly, "Mhm."

"Well honey, I don't think it's proper me taking you out as my date without a proper sit down," she started while dolling out the take outs full of pasta before you, serving you a piping hot plate of fettuccine, while she had spaghetti. "There's also the discussion of whether we'll want to match, so we'll have some clothes for you to try on delivered in the next hour or so."

“Thank you,” you gestured to the pasta when she looked to you curiously, “No problem love.”

Scarlett was enjoying her time with you, she was getting to know you like she’d always been tempted to. Learning silly things like your favorite color, animal, or dessert, she even knows your go to comfort movie and snacks.

It was a serene moment until the team she hired to pick your outfits showed up to break it. There was a rolling bar full of various items, a mix of suits and dresses so you could choose whatever made you the most comfortable.

“So, tell me darling, shall we match? Because I have a dress to match any outfit you choose.”

It wasn’t hard to pick after she said that, you went with the deep red option, because you had always adored Scarlett when she wore red. Scarlett beamed at your choice to match, then she was working hard not to drool, because you looked rather delectable in the red yourself.

Neither of you realized how long you’d been together until you were leaving her office with your belongings in hand as the sun had nearly sunk below the New York skyline. You entered the elevator and pressed for the ground floor.

“So, Y/N, what made you apply to The Outset?”

You smiled softly, “I have always enjoyed the art of advertising, and I needed money so when I saw the attached salary I was sold.”

“It’s okay, you can say it was because of me,” she teased, stepping closer, only causing you to stumble backwards, “Not everything I do is because of my silly crush on you Miss Joh—.”

“Y/N, for the love of God, call me Scarlett,” she whined as the doors opened, thankful to be in a empty building as the work day already ended.

The rest of the walk to the street was in silence, you too busy overthinking audibly mentioning your obvious crush, and the blonde was in the opposite state, internally beaming at the words.

“I’ll get you Friday at six darling,” she placed a hand on your lower back, and shifted you into an embrace you couldn’t avoid, “Be ready,” she smiled at you, then ushered you into your car and waited until you were buckled to leave.

——

It was quite shocking to you when a car pulled up and had Scarlett in the drivers seat. You’d been expecting her to arrive with a driver, but you didn’t question her outwardly, instead you settled into the passenger seat, and in for a long ride since she made sure to make it hard with that innocent hand placed on your thigh.

Scarlett’s driver was at the edge of the event, and so as soon as she assisted you out of the car she was passing off the keys to Ricardo.

“If you get nervous, don’t hesitate to tell me,” she squeezed your hand for emphasis, then once you nodded she pulled you onto the red carpet where you’re met with blinding flashes.

Scarlett saw the way others at the venue looked at you, as if you were fresh meat for them to pick off of. It infuriated her beyond belief that anyone would so much as look at you while you were on her arm, but to try and speak to you?

It was ludicrous, and she wasn't having it.

Scarlett pulled you closer by the hand on your waist, then when a new wave of paparazzi came up to photograph the two of you she knew she needed to send a clear message. "Hey, Y/N?"

You hummed nervously, far too thrown by the hustle and bustle of a red carpet to speak, but you also turned to her with a nervous smile. The way she was staring at you, as if you were a glass of Chardonnay she intended to devour in one gulp, only served to intensify the nerves that were coursing throughout your body.

"Fuck it," Scarlett didn't exactly plan for this, but she was desperate, so she cupped your left cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, and to her luck and honestly, surprise, you instantly were reciprocating the gesture, eagerly if she may.

The crowd woo'd, and beyond the flashes they began to shout at her for answers, and this was when you pulled away with a terrified gaze. Scarlett ignored her responsibility as a star, and pulled you to a secluded corner so that she could make sure you understood that was a real kiss, and not a devious little PR stunt.

As soon as you were out of sight you ripped your hands from hers, it broke her to see you look so hurt, watching as you hastily retreated, wrapping your arms around yourself for the much needed comfort, "That was mean..."

"Y/N—"

"No, I-I get it, okay? I embarrassed you with the video, and now you're just returning the favor. It doesn't make it any less cruel."

"No Y/N, please," Scarlett had never been so desperate before, she's dated her fair share of people, but none ever as enticing as you, and she hadn't even properly asked you out yet, "This, everything up until now, was real."

"Scarlett, you're an amazing actress..."

"No!" she stepped forward, trapping you against the wall, "I wasn't being malicious Y/N, I kissed you because that's what I wanted to do, it's what I've wanted to do for months on end."

“Months? But my video is only two weeks old.”

Scarlett snorted, “I noticed you before that.”

For a brief moment the space was silent, the dirty blonde watched the way you processed her words with relative amusement. The way you smiled bashfully, with your eyes cast down had her falling even deeper into this crush.

“So you like me? The kiss was real?”

Scarlett reached out with a soft hand to cup your left cheek while her other hand wrapped around your neck. She caressed your cheek, offering you a sweet smile before she used her hold on you to pull you into a deep kiss.

The kiss was building up fast, her hands were roaming your body in sinful ways, and you were reacting with breathless mewling. It was only when a frantic young man rushed in to the once private space to look utterly relieved at your compromising bodies that the kiss ended.

“Miss. Johansson, and guest, you really need to be getting to your seats, the shows starts soon.”

Scarlett’s face tinged pink once she noticed the hustle and bustle on the red carpet had indeed dissipated, “Thank you, we’ll be right there.”

The blonde then grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the entrance with familiar ease. She seemed tense, so you tried to lighten the mood, “If you want to give this a PR twist we can get married for real, we can go to Vegas,” you teased your new lover who softly snorted in response, “Y/N, that sounds like a nightmare.”

“All publicity is good publicity Scarlett.”

Once you crossed the threshold into the dark entryway she spun you around and into her hold so she could whisper, “There’s no need to rush this Y/N, I’ll make you mine, I promise.”

Then with a swift kiss to your cheek, and a firm grip on your hand you believed her completely.

You will become Scarlett Johansson’s wife.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥰

[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

———

“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…”

[fraudulent-cheese]

Fuck it, more TD Headcanons

Out of all the anecdotes Izzy tells about her life, about 5% are real, 50% are completely made up and 45% are taken from movies she's acted in

Harold and Gwen were 100% fans of fer.al and were friends in-game unknowingly. they only realized it when the game shut down and they both tried to find a fan emulated version

Harold's the one TD character i can see doing a Live stream that exclusively consists of her drinking and rating lemonades. For five hours

Sierra has way too much knowledge in coding websites. Girl could make the most insane ARG if she wanted

Heather still sleeps with a plushie at night because it's the closest thing she had to a friend growing up :(

Ella always has at least two or three animals trailing her, whether it be birds, small mammals, even bugs!

Speaking of which, her and Gwen bonded over their shared liking of bugs as kids :D Ella's favorite are those really fancy moths and Gwen loved centipedes!

Heather really likes Lemons. Citric acid is one of her favorite tastes period.

Staci and Anne Maria opened (and still co-own) a hair salon post canon. I mean, what's Staci gonna do with a history degree for a job anyway (and she genuinely likes doing it!)

Izzy can play the theremin!

Speaking of which, don't pass Izzy the Aux Cord. She's either going to put Horror Movie soundtracks on it or the weirdest and loudest electronic music she knows

Svetlana beats fucking everyone at Just Dance. Her dance moves are unmatched. The only one coming close is Leshawna

Scarlett likes using calculators alot. Like way too much. She uses it as a time waster. Why can't you just play Plants Vs Zombies DS like a normal person

[imaslutforwritingshit]

Born to Kill- A Miguel O Hará Romance- PART 6!

Miguel's teeth sunk into my lower lip.

"I need you, princess. Now."

I bucked my hips, desperate for the feeling of his body, warm and strong on mine. He growled in my mouth, and snaked his tongue on mine, a shudder taking over my body. Each flick of his tongue wet my core even more, my slickness dripping on his satin sheets.

Miguel unzipped his suit, the muscular build of his upper body bulging through the spandex. I sucked in a breath, and he rocked his clothed dick on the rising hem of my nightgown.

"My pretty-" he groaned with pleasure, and rocked his hips more. "girl."

I dug my fingers into the warm muscles of his back.

His body was so comforting over mine.

I wanted it to be like this forever.

Miguel slid his lean body out of his suit, his erection throbbing on the small slit of my pussy. I sucked in a breath, and leaned my head back, gripping the sheets in anticipation.

The way he teased my wet body with the tip of his cock made my mouth open in ecstasy, each moan getting stronger with the hard rubs of his skin on my clit. I felt the liquid of my arousal slipping under my thigh, and I moved my hips forward, the excitement for his body overwhelming my senses.

"My god, Scarlett." His moan matched mine, a synchronized masterpiece that made me clamp the satin harder.

"Scarlett."

"Scarlett!"

My eyes snapped open.

I was back where I was before. His room.

Except Miguel wasn't on me.

He was standing near his nightstand, arms crossed tightly. His sweatpants were sliding down on his lean frame, the v of his pelvic bone casually showing. I forced my eyes up to meet the dark confusion of his.

"What are you doing?" His voice was low, and hardly sounded like anything over the frantic pounding of my heart.

I tried to sit up casually, reminding myself that he wasn't aware of the dream I had.

Right?

The thought that my moans escaped during sleep burned my cheeks red.

But if Miguel knew I had a wet dream about him, it didn't show. He rolled his eyes, and pinched the area between his eyebrows. "I told you I was sleeping in my bed, princess. And I go to the bathroom, come back, and see this. Get off."

The sound of the pet name that he had used in my dream made my stomach swirl. But when I repositioned my thighs, horrible realization hit me.

I was soaking wet.

If I moved from the bed, Miguel would know.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

"I...can't." My voice was so meek you would've thought I had confessed to a crime.

Miguel made a strange sound, and coughed to override it.

"Jesus. Okay. I'm going to the bathroom."

He turned away from me, and walked to the entrance of the master bathroom..

Curiosity in my mind, that was much braver than me, forced my mouth to ask a question.

"I thought you just said you already went. To the bathroom."

He halted, and breathed shakily. His strong back was facing me, and for some strange reason, he didn't turn around when he spoke.

"Such a nosy girl."

The blood rose to my cheeks again, and I slid back down the pillows. Miguel shut the door, and I rose to examine the mess of the sheets.

It wasn't bad. My thighs had taken most of the blow of my embarrassing reaction to the dream.

I raked my fingers through my hair. The way Miguel had used my mouth has been driving me crazy, and now I can't even go to sleep without thinking of it?

I'm so mad at my heart for doing this. I know for a fact Miguel isn't thinking about me like that. He just had some sort of animal erection and took it out on me.

A loud, messy groan came from the closed bathroom. My ears perked, and I faced the entrance.

"Miguel...you good?"

I heard a faucet turn on, and Miguel grumbled,

"Yeah. I just- uh, fell."

I furrowed my brows and settled back on the bed. The thought of Miguel falling in a shower brought a giggle to my lips.

I swirled circles in the fabric next to me, lost in thought. Everything was so complicated now. I can remember the days of jumping on skyscrapers during sunset, and fighting monsters like my life depended on it. Now that I look back, petty villains were nothing to worry about.

My mother, Hobie leaving, Reiner, now Miguel- it was all so much. Worry and sadness and pain, and I had no idea what to do with it. I clutched a pillow close to my heart.

Miguel came back out in a white towel, which hung over his hips dangerously. I slowly shifted my head to look at him, hoping no sudden movement will prove how infatuated I am with his body.

He opened the drawer near me, curling down so his abs clenched, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and boxers from a cabinet. When he processed my dumbfounded stare, he scoffed, and pushed his body up, using his hand on the blanket near my thigh as support.

My ears went pink.

The shower ran in the background of the room as I tapped my fingers on my knee. A part of me wanted to knock on the door and get some sort of reaction from Miguel. Another part of me wanted to meet with Gwen, or swing around the Society. But here I am.

Locked in his room.

An idea sparked into my mind.

I'm going to have fun with this.

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪

When Miguel came out of the shower, he was wearing his classic color of red sweatpants. All of his sweatpants are really high quality, I realized. I guess he pays attention to things like that.

But me, on the other hand, chose to wear less clothing than the last time he saw me. I had already changed out of my skirt and heels from the afternoon, into a pair of Miguel's oversized shorts. He grumbled about how I looked like a clown, but didn't protest my body covered with his clothing.

I stripped the sweatpants, wearing similar underwear to the one he had slid to the side of my thighs this morning. My small purple top and tight underwear were the only things I was wearing. I wonder if Miguel enjoyed how he had fucked me in these. Fuck, I can't believe we did that. It's like nothing changed in our dynamic of a relationship, but the thought of touching him is blazing in my mind. I want it to be the same for him.

My lacy black underwear was riding up the curves of my ass, and I waited patiently, actually attempting to read a book about Metaphysics.

Miguel threw the batch of his old clothing in a bag of laundry, and stopped by the bed to drop his web shooters. His eyes shot to mine for a second, and he looked back to what he was doing. Only a second later, he processed what I was wearing, and focused on my body.

He was shameless in the way his eyes devoured my figure, the red flickering down my hips, legs, and then up again to my face.

"Scarlett." He paused, and stared back down at my hips, his breath slightly heavier. "Are you wearing the panties I fingered you in?"

Shit, this was definitely a bad idea. I am not this bold.

I could've shrunk into the shape of my shoulders, because of how embarrassed I felt right now. Yeah, I wore these to tease him. But he didn't have to be so upfront about it.

"No! These..are a similar pair."

He trailed his eyes of fire down to my groin again, and subconsciously licked his bottom lip.

"Yeah. Very similar."

I burned in my skin, my stomach doing uncontrollable flips. Why does he remember?

I squeezed my legs together, and placed the book on the drawer beside me.

"Are you gonna have a problem with it?"

Okay, I regret that too.

Miguel's eyes contorted to filthy amusement. "No. Not at all. I might have a problem with that attitude, though."

The conceited tone of his voice was so hot. Why did he have to be so hot?

I decided to push his limits. This game we're playing is exhilarating me more than any villain-chase I've had.

"Oh, yeah?"

Miguel smirked, and rested his hand on the nightstand near me. His body was practically leaning over me, his scent of spice hitting my nose.

"Yeah. But I might have to fuck that pretty mouth again to get you to shut up."

A babble of shock slipped from my throat. My face was probably the color of his eyes now, burning so hot that I felt feverish. Nerves in my stomach electrified when he said those words, and the space between my thighs begun to experience a needing sensation.

I am disappointed with my body for being so turned on by Miguel, so fast.

"I-don't-"

Miguel laughed, an unusual sound. It was different from his small scoffs, or chuckles. It was a smooth, open sound. I couldn't hide the way my heart thrummed at it. I wanted to hear him laugh again.

He settled on the side of the bed next to me, and clicked off a small table light.

As if he was trying to torture me, he just dropped those words on me, and then left us in the darkness. I sinked into the blanket, and covered my body carefully. I realized that he hadn't told me to move yet.

Fuck, my heart is betraying me.

"Scar?"

My breath hitched at the softness in his voice. "Yes?"

Miguel was silent for a few seconds. I heard a faint rustling of him laying down, and he murmured fluidly,

"Sleep well."

It's been four days since Miguel put me on house arrest. Every morning, afternoon, and night, he brings hot plates stacked with food, slides them on the nightstand, and walks out without uttering a word. Every now and then he stays in the room, clicking things on his orange screens or arguing with Lyla.

But for the most part, it's been quiet.

I've worked on my training like normal, just without him. I memorized the binary code of my invisibility ability so cleanly, that I don't need to think the words, I just need to will my body to disappear.

I've explored every crack, every crevice of Miguel's office.

It's sort of peaceful. I've realized that I've grown comfortable in Miguel's presence. He makes me feel stronger, like I have more potential then I think of myself.

It was another silent morning, sunlight barely lighting through the tiny cracks of his room. I was stretching on the cold tile, straddling my legs and pushing on my hamstrings. The door swung open, and I turned my head to see Miguel's mouth dropped. He seemed dumbfounded for a second, and I didn't realize why until I remembered the position I was in.

"Uh...I can leave you in privacy if you want..."

"No!" My cheeks burned as I repositioned my body in a way my legs weren't spread out for him. I hopped to my feet, and shimmied my t-shirt over my frame awkwardly.

Miguel held out a plate, wavering slightly. "Well. Here." He pushed the plate forward again, and I took it, sitting on the floor with the bed frame against my back.

Miguel sat directly across from me, a healthy couple of feet between us. He had a similar plate too, white and stacked with meat and vegetables. I picked at the strange food in front of me. Most of the time, we had run of the mill breakfast food at Spider Society. Either way, most Spider-Men really like sandwiches.

But the food in front of me was far more complex than a deli bagel. A layered shape of some danish pastry, an blood red jam spilling out of a small heart in the middle. Two eggs with gracefully splayed micro-greens and spices were on my plate as well, and an array of peaches and blueberries faintly touched the pastry, but not the eggs.

I raised my eyebrow, searching for why Miguel had brought me such an exquisite plate, but he kept his eyes on his large sirloin steak. Weirdo.

I grabbed my pastry, sticky around the edges, and took a bite. I practically moaned.

"Oh my god, Miguel. That's so good. Did Fiona make it?" Fiona was Miguel's private chef, an AI bot who ran the cafeteria.

Miguel looked up, and wiped his mouth. "No." His voice was gruff. "I cooked it."

The amusement in my voice was too potent to hide. "You cook? You're a pastry chef?"

Miguel scowled, and set down his fork. "No- It's just a hobby. It's whatever. Not a big deal."

I looked down again, tracing the beautiful plate. The half eaten heart in the middle of the confectionary made me arch my eyebrows again.

I held the heart up above my own. "Oh? This seems like a big deal to me."

If Miguel had ever blushed, it would be now.

"I didn't know what shape to use," he spat, cutting his steak vigorously.

I smiled. What he did was really cute. A heart for me...

"Thank you, Miguel. It's actually really good."

Miguel nodded at me dismissively, but I could tell the compliment went a long way, because his face seemed to soften.

My heart warmed even more.

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"Gwen? You there?" My voice traveled through the door.

"Yes!" She exclaimed through the door. I heard a rustle with a knob, and barged in the room. She was wearing her suit, the hoodie balancing over his forehead.

"Woah." I gestured the suit. "Where are you going with that?"

Gwen didn't look at me, and made her way to the middle of the room.

"Gwen?" I asked, my voice wavering.

She turned back to me, a wince of pain forming on her face.

"We're sort of...going on a mission."

My mouth lowered into a frown. "Who's we?"

Gwen twiddled her thumbs awkwardly. "Oh you know. Me, Jess, Miguel... the entire Society." She cringed.

"What?" I slammed my hand to my cheek. "Everyone's going? Except for me?!"

Gwen sighed, and swung a web, rocking her body on the thin white string. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just... no one can really afford any more mistakes after last time. With Reiner. And not to mention...he escaped when you met with him." Gwen put a defensive hand up. "I'm not saying you have anything to do with it, but you know how it looks on paper, right?"

I nodded, disappointment already sinking in my stomach. I had already felt alone, but now I'm going to be the only Spider-person on Earth-928?

No.

"No!"

Gwen looked at me, hesitance lining her face.

"Scar, you don't really have a choice."

I shook my head. "I'll find a way to convince Miguel, one way or another."

Gwen had a weird look on her face, like she was wondering what my "other" was. I reached for her hand, clasping it in a pleading gesture.

"Can you get my suit out from my room and bring it here? I promise I'll get his permission." I smiled tentatively.

Gwen groaned, then jumped down from her spider web. She grumbled a small "fine," and shut me in the room, the previous light shining from the open entryway gone.

Alone again.

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It's the first time Miguel had ever come back so late. I tapped my foot on the floor, waiting for him in the dark of night. My eyes grew tired, and I shook my head to wake up.

I can't have the wet dream fiasco happen again.

The door opened, so quietly I didn't recognize Miguel was the one who had turned the knob. I realized he was trying to stay quiet for me. He had thought I was already asleep.

That unexpected flutter of my heart came to be again.

"Miguel?" I asked, softness falling over my voice.

"Scarlett." He sounded surprised at the fact I was awake, and I clicked on a small light.

Miguel looked more exhausted then I had ever saw him. His dark hair was a mess on his head, and red circles coated his under eyes. He was wearing red shirt with wrinkles, which is even more unusual- Miguel always irons.

"What's wrong?" I jumped up, running to the area in front of him. My hand grazed his cheek. I couldn't help it, the way he had widened his eyes at my touch- gave me some sort of deep thrill.

He grabbed my hand, and dropped it to my side. "Nothing."

We were still holding hands when I spoke, inquisitiveness lining my voice. "It doesn't seem like nothing."

Miguel looked down at me, and let go, sighing in defeat. He swung his body to the platform, and I heard the scratch of his talons on the metal. "Reiner. We have to deal with him tomorrow, and I have no idea how. He escaped prison, Scar. I tried to reinforce another version of amno-chains on his cell, but I won't be surprised if he finds his way out of those, too."

I walked to the direct area in front of the platform. "Then let me help."

Miguel's eyes flashed at me. "No."

I groaned. "Why not? You should be well aware I'm not on Reiner's side."

"I can't risk anything again. You fucked up, Scar. Learn to live with it."

The hardness in his voice stung. I blinked a couple times, then balled up my fists.

"No. I'm not letting you get away with that. I'm probably the only actual chance you have on catching Reiner. If I don't, you can lock me up, for like, forever, I don't care. But he's the only one who trusts me, Miguel."

The silence of thought fell over the room. I wanted to know more, I needed to know more.

"What happened with you and Reiner?"

Miguel was silent for a minute. "We...we're friends. We both had pain. Pain that needed vengeance to heal." I shuddered at that.

"But why did you...lie to him?" My voice was quiet.

Miguel inhaled. "Because I couldn't have someone mess up the world again. Reiner's too prideful- he could mess up the lives of trillions, without even trying to."

I shook my head. "You could've confronted him."

Miguel laughed without humor, and jumped off the platform, swinging his body to the tile. "It's not as easy as you think, Scar. You don't know much about the multiverse."

Anger fueled my words, because I didn't want to be dumb and ignorant. I didn't want him to see me like that.

"Try me. I want to know."

Miguel looked at me, a strange sense of admiration in the red pools of his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he muttered,

"Get some rest. We've got a lot of work to do tomorrow."

It took me a second to realize what he meant-

I was going on the mission.

I ran after Miguel, laughing in the wind as I attempted to catch up with his long strides. We were climbing the S.S building, the night stars glittering in my peripheral.

"Wait!" I panted, grabbing a ledge and hauling my body up. Miguel had already reached the roof, and I jerked forward to the rising brick, swinging my legs over the rooftop bridge. As I caught my breath, I glazed my eyes over the view of Nueva York.

There were thousands, maybe millions, of twinkling building lights surrounding the area. I felt like I was in a magical realm, just a small speck of dust surrounded by incredible beauty.

Miguel positioned himself over the building ledge, letting his feet swing. I joined him, staring at the green lights twinkling thousands of miles away from here.

"It's beautiful." My voice was soft, softer than normal. But how could my voice be anything other than quiet when surrounded with the beauty of this world?

This world. The world meaning Nueva York, Miguel, the S.S.

I was home.

Miguel sighed quietly, and I closed my eyes, feeling a cold breeze of wind wash over my face. "Yeah. It is."

"So, you sleep here?" I bit my lip, twirling my fingers in my lap.

Miguel laughed hoarsely, and stared at me, his eyes glinting with that familiar teasing blaze. "On the rooftop? Who do you think I am?"

I paused. "Spider man?"

Miguel let out a brief laugh again, lighter this time. Each time he did, my heart warmed a little more.

He unclenched his jaw, and rested his body on his arms, the veins and smooth skin of his muscular build almost glittering in the moonlight. "No, no. I sleep in headquarters too, just on the office platform."

I pause, crinkling my brow. "You sleep in headquarters? You have been sleeping in the same room as me, this entire time?"

Miguel looked away again. And then softly,

"Yes."

I dropped my eyes away too, shock too great to hide on my face. I can't believe that he had slept above me this entire time.

All of my dreams, all of my....not so appropriate dreams...

I stared up at him again, only to find his eyes already on mine, on my mouth. I unconsciously sucked my bottom lip, a burst of butterflies returning in my stomach. And that beautiful, horrible glint in his eyes told me one thing-

"Did you...." I couldn't finish the sentence without my face turning bright red.

Miguel smirked, the white of his fangs too shiny for me not to feel afraid, all merged within the lust and passion he makes me feel every time he speaks in that pretty low voice.

"Did I hear you moaning my name in your sleep?"

I audibly gasped, and brought my head down to my lap. My body was warm from embarrassment, and I hated it, and I loved it.

His gaze darkened, and he wrapped a hand around my neck. My eyes closed, the shame crawling up my neck and my face.

"Mi vida, I didn't want you to stop." His grip around my body tightened. "I wanted to hear you say my name like that again," his head tilted up, the red of his eyes puncturing my heart, "And again."

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe

Breathe

He leaned in. And he kissed me.

And it was so strange, the way a man who was rough and beat around the edges, sharp in claws and insults, a man who was hurt from the world- can be so gentle, so soft with the one he touched. His lips felt like air on mine, warm and breezy and so, so, comforting.

He tasted like something familiar, something I fell in love with a long time ago. I let my body relax, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me into his lips.

All I wanted was him. All I needed was his body on mine, ingrained into my skin like a tattoo, because he was too beautiful to forget, to not imprint on my body.

"Do you want to go inside?" Miguel's lips met my forehead, and it was weird, because we weren't this. We weren't easy and loving and a forehead-kissing couple- we were mean, and loud, and angry. We aren't happy. We were made to be sad, to be ruined, to ruin each other.

But not now.

Now, we were perfect.

We were us, who we were supposed to be- like an alternate version of our relationship, something happy, liberating, even.

"Yeah." My voice was breaking from a whisper to a plead, and I had no idea why. "Let's go inside."

Miguel stretched, and stood up, letting his hand fall to reach mine, so effortlessly. I reached up, and held on to him.

With our hands laced, and his heat warming my shoulder, we walked down the stairs of the building, feeling stars on our backs.

Maybe this is temporary. Maybe tomorrow, he'll ignore me like he used to, and he'll continue calling me vulgar names, a practical spit in my face. Maybe, maybe all of this has a time limit, and we are reaching the end.

But this is love. No matter how fleeting it is, I realize, I am drowning in the depths of love, for this beautiful angel sent from hell.

Miguel O Hará.

I gripped his hand tighter.

[hadesforpreswrites]

dirty laundry, pt. 3

a/n: here's part 3! "death of peace of mind" came through my airpods at the exact right time while writing this. i hope you enjoy! if you want more, let me know by reblogging, liking, commenting, vibes, whatever. i love this couple so i'm willing to write more!

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: idiots-to-lovers

warnings: praise; oral (m. receiving, f. receiving)

word count: 3,787

summary: noah spent the night, it's the next day. what will these two do?

part one part two part four part five

noah was the first of the pair to wake up. he first noticed the lack of warmth that he had when he had fallen asleep. he turned his half-awake eyes to the other side of the bed and saw she was curled up on her other side. he smiled to himself as he rolled himself over and pulled her back to his chest. she made a small mewling sound as she snuggled in closer to him. 

“what time is it?” he heard her sleepy voice ask him.

“i have no idea. you keep the windows covered so i’m not even sure it’s daytime right now,” he said with a playful tone. 

she giggled. “sun’s too bright.”

“i know,” he said. “if we get up now though, i’m sure we could locate somewhere that has pancakes.”

“tempting,” she said thoughtfully. “but i’m pretty comfy.”

“then we’ll stay here,” he kissed the back of her neck. 

a couple more hours passed as they laid there. he dozed back off to sleep after a few minutes of listening to her heavy breathing.

when he awoke again, he realized he was alone. the sheets were still warm where she had been laying so he hadn’t been alone for long, he concluded. the door to her bedroom was slightly open, allowing the morning sunlight to stream in. as if on cue, her shape darkened the door and pushed it open more. 

“oh, good, you’re awake,” she said, still sounding slightly tired. 

“just barely. whatcha got there?”

“iced coffee,” she passed him a cup as she sat on the bed. 

“doll, there’s no ice in this,” he chuckled.

“okay, so it’s cold coffee,” she laughed. “you don’t get hot coffee cause that’s scarlett’s and she might disown you for drinking it without asking.”

“that’s fair. she’s so touchy,” he said as he took a drink of the coffee.

“truly,” she said as she brought the blanket over her legs again.

“is she home?”

y/n looked over at him with raised eyebrows. “what do you think?”

“good for her,” he mused, earning him another laugh. “so what’s the plan for today?”

“well, it was wallow in self-pity but i guess that’s canceled.”

“definitely canceled.”

“so nothing planned unless you want to be bored while i knock out some homework.”

“oh, i’m sure i could find something to keep me occupied,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to lightly shove him. “can i play your xbox?”

“that i will allow,” she said, passing him the controller. “only if you try dragon age though.”

“deal. you do your homework, i’ll age some dragons.”

“that’s not-” he shot her a look that told her he knew and she nodded with a smile. 

a few hours passed of her reading over articles and typing god knows what at the speed of sound. he opted to start with the first dragon age game in the series, a game that he realized came out in 2009 and looked like it. but after getting some tips from her on character creation, he played while she worked. 

eventually, she shut her laptop and set it on the side table and threw her backpack back to the floor before slumping against the pillows in exhaustion. 

“you know,” he said, saving the game and exiting. “you look really hot while you work.”

she shot him a look that told him he was being dumb.

“i’m dead serious. especially when you pulled your hair up to get it out of your way, peak sexy academic.”

“you’re so weird,” she said, shaking her head, amused. 

“and yet,” he said leaning over her. “not wrong,” he moved a stray piece of hair that had escaped her bun. 

there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door, “lovebirds, are you decent?” scarlett’s voice sing-songed through the wood.

noah groaned and sat back against the pillows as y/n answered in the affirmative. scarlett sauntered in, freshly showered and wearing different clothes from the night before.

“when did you get home?” y/n asked, patting the space in front of her on the bed. 

“like an hour ago. wanted to be clean before i told you about my escapades.”

“should i leave?” noah asked. 

“depends on a couple of factors, my dear noah,” scarlett answered. “one, has anyone in this house eaten lunch? and two, do you want to hear of the sex life of your closest lesbian friend?”

“one, no. and two, i don’t even want to hear of the sex life of my closest straight male friend,” he answered. “i’ll go get us food after i get dressed.”

“i thought you said you were decent,” she shot an accusing glance at her friend. 

“i have shorts on,” he confirmed by standing up from the bed. he grabbed a shirt from the bag by the bed and slipped it on over his head. “what do you want to eat?”

“olive garden,” y/n said with a smirk.

“i only do olive garden in the restaurant,” he chided.

“for the soup, ya know,” scarlett explained to y/n as though she didn’t already know.

“right.”

“something close,” y/n said thoughtfully, not wanting him to have to drive all over town to find something.

“honestly, taco bell sounds good,” scarlett said.

“taco bell always sounds good,” y/n said.

“text me what you want,” noah said to scarlett, leaning over the bed to give y/n a quick kiss.

“ew, pda,” scarlett jokingly said.

“pda?” y/n started. “we’re in my bedroom.”

“you win this time. why don’t you need y/n to text you her order?”

“he has a list,” y/n looked up at him standing by the door with a smile. he shot her a wink and took off toward the restaurant. 

he heard scarlett yell down the hall, “he should have one for me too!”

he didn’t know exactly what the two were talking about as he drove the approximately 10 minutes to the closest taco bell. he ordered in the drive-through and waited in line and all the while he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. once the food was secured, he drove the 10 minutes back to the house.

the girls had relocated to the living room and were trying to decide what to watch when he walked in and kicked his shoes off. he sat the bag of food and drinks down on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch next to y/n. 

“noah,” scarlett started. “tell her we can’t watch our show with you because it’s a) ours and b) you would be lost.”

“i’m not getting in the middle of this,” he said as he handed y/n her drink.

“fine,” she drawled out, taking a drink from the soda. “then since i have the remote, i’m picking avatar: the last airbender and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“since when am i not okay with avatar: the last airbender?”

“the movie.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“i would.”

noah decided now was the time to step in. “doll, you know that movie was garbage.”

“yeah, but it has jackson rathbone in it,” she countered.

“who?”

“jasper from twilight? guy with dissociative identity disorder on an episode of criminal minds?” scarlett supplied.

“the one who looks constipated?”

“that’s the one. she has a very miniscule celebrity crush on him,” scarlett confirmed, dodging a pillow that came flying toward her.

“i thought i was your celebrity crush?” playfully upset. he was secure enough in himself to not be completely jealous of people she’d never met.

“a girl is entitled to multiple celebrity crushes,” scarlett said, defending her friend.

“oh look, it’s not streaming. you’re saved again,” y/n said, ignoring the two of them talking about her crushes. “cartoon it is.”

the three of them ate and watched the show in relative peace. after they had finished eating, noah moved so his head was in y/n’s lap and she stroked his hair as they watched. it was peaceful until scarlett’s phone started ringing. 

“do you want me to pause it?” y/n asked as her friend stood to take the call in another room.

“nah,” scarlett answered before walking to her room.

“multiple celebrity crushes, huh?”

“a couple.”

“who?”

“none ya,” she said, poking his nose.

“fine, keep your secrets,” he stuck his tongue out at her. 

“does it actually bother you?” she asked after a moment.

“no, doll. it doesn’t. they don’t have you, i do, and” he tilted his head to make sure scarlett wasn’t coming back down the hall. “they don’t know the face you make when you come.”

her eyes widened and blush rushed across her face. she smacked him on the chest. “noah,” she whisper-yelled. 

“just sayin’,” he said, turning a triumphant look back at the tv. 

another full episode later, scarlett emerged from her room, dressed in scrubs.

“where you going?” noah asked as he watched her slip her shoes on. “it’s family time.”

“sorry, dad. a damsel in distress needs me,” scarlett winked. 

“she means work,” y/n translated. “you’re supposed to be on days off.”

“yeah, well,” scarlett started. “at least it’s overtime pay. i’ll be able to take you on a nice date soon, my love.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “try not to catch anything.”

“no promises. love you two. no fucking on the couch,” she said as she shut the door.

“you two will be the death of me,” y/n said, covering her face in her hands. 

“at least when i said it, we were alone,” noah defended himself.

“true,” she sighed, turning her attention back to the tv. 

“hey,” he sat up and faced her. “you okay?”

“i’m just tired,” she said, giving him a small smile.

“doll,” he warned. 

“i am tired. but i’m also upset because she’s been working a lot of overtime. yesterday was her first true day off in like two weeks.”

“fuck,” he said. “no wonder you were so worried about her getting to go out.”

she nodded. “can we take a nap?”

“if that’s what you want.”

“i think so. if you’re not tired, you can continue saving ferelden.”

“you’re so cute when you say nonsense words,” he said, standing and pulling her up. he kissed her quickly before gathering their trash from lunch. 

“it’s the country you’re in in dragon age: origins! it’s not nonsense!” she said, incredulously. 

“i know, doll. i’m fucking with you,” he shook his head as walked to the kitchen. 

“rude,” he heard as she started toward her room.

when he finally made it to her room, he closed the door and climbed in bed beside her. she was scrolling on tiktok, laughing. he just watched her, smiling fondly. 

“hey, look, it’s you,” she said, showing him the screen of her phone. sure enough it was him performing.

“it is me,” he said, nodding. “and that’s folio. and ruffilo, and jolly.”

“jerk,” she said, laughing. 

she put her phone on the side table and turned to look at him.

“no, no,” he said.

“what?”

“last time you looked at me like that, you didn’t sleep.”

“i’m not looking at you like anything!” she said defensively.

“sure,” he said, trying to hide his smile. “so if i do this,” he kissed her forehead. “or this,” her nose. “or this,” her lips. “you’ll still sleep?” he said against her lips.

“yep,” she said, her eyes closed from the contact. 

“what if i don’t want you to?”

“then i guess you’re s.o.l.,” she said, suddenly turning around.

“baby,” he said, pulling her back to his chest.

“hmm?” is all that came out of her.

“look at me,” he coaxed.

she turned her head and looked at him.

“such a good girl,” he whispered, capturing her lips in his again. she sighed into him, starting to angle her body back towards him.

he let her move so her back was to the bed and he was hovering over her, much like the night before. he kissed her deeply, parting her mouth so his tongue could take up residence. their tongues fought for dominance, this time she did not give in so easy. she licked the roof of his mouth and he moaned at the feeling. her hands were roaming up and down his covered chest before she moved her hands under his shirt. he shivered at the feeling of her hands on his bare chest. 

“god,” he breathed. “i love your hands on me.” he kissed down her neck and sucked on the hollow spot at the base, causing her to moan out his name. “i love the way my name sounds on your lips,” his hands were making their way under her shirt. “i love when you wear my clothes.” he let his hand roam her torso, “i love what’s under them.”

he pushed the bottom hem of the shirt up, revealing her stomach and then her breasts. he kissed the valley between her them before bringing one into his mouth. her breathing became more rapid as he sucked on the skin and nibbled lightly on each nipple. he kissed down her stomach and stopped at the waistband of her shorts, looking up at her through his lashes. 

“baby,” he started. “please, can i taste you?” he’d never been so desperate in his life.

“are you sure?” she asked.

“i am more than sure. i’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” he nipped at the skin by her waistband, causing her to shudder. “but i’ll only do it if you’re okay with it. i’m never gonna do anything you’re not okay with.”

“i’ve just never..i mean i’ve read about it but..” she trailed off. 

“remind me to have you tell me more about what you read later,” he said, still looking up at her from between her legs. 

“oh, no. that’s between me and my bookshelves.”

he chuckled darkly, “guess i’m gonna start reading.”

her eyes widened, “that’s okay. you really don’t have to.”

“oh, i think i do,” he kissed the hollow spot on her hip. “but right now, i want-no, i need to taste you.”

“okay,” she breathed.

“don’t just agree to make me happy, baby.”

“i’m not. it’s okay.”

he hooked his fingers in her waistband and pulled her shorts and underwear down together until she was bare to him. he leaned back down and hooked one of her thighs over his shoulder, giving him better access. he kissed her inner thigh until his mouth met her core. he licked a stripe up her folds, stopping to circle her clit. he moved his tongue to her hole and started his ministrations, nose nudging her clit with every move he made. 

her fingers wove through his hair, tugging at the roots, causing him to moan into her. the moan sent vibrations through her, causing her to moan as well. her breathing was picking up as she felt his tongue working her into oblivion. 

he replaced his tongue inside her with a finger and continued to suck and kiss at her clit. the onslaught of both his finger and tongue was almost too much for her. “god,” she breathed out.

“my name is good enough, baby,” he said, only stopping for a moment, the quip earning him a smack on the head, causing him to chuckle. 

he went back to his work, inserting a second finger and continuing his attack on her clit with his tongue. 

it came like a sneak attack, his name fell from her mouth like a prayer. 

“that’s it, baby, let go,” he continued to lap up the juices flowing out of her, not wanting to waste a drop.

when he came back up, his lips and chin were glistening with her release and he wore the biggest smile she’d seen on him in a while. he rested his chin on her stomach and looked up at her. “next time, i’m having you sit on my face,” he said matter-of-fact.

she laughed.

“i’m dead serious, doll. i want to drown in you, difficult to do that when gravity’s working against me.”

he slid up her body, coming face-to-face with her. he rubbed his nose against hers. “do you want to taste yourself?”

she nodded, a blush creeping up her face.

“you’re so cute. you’re practically completely naked under me and you’re embarrassed about this,” this caused her to smack his arm, which caused him to laugh before kissing her fully on the mouth. 

he moaned as her tongue immediately darted into his mouth. he felt her hands tugging at his shirt and quickly discarded it before reattaching himself to her.

“noah,” she breathed as she pulled back.

“hmm?” he asked as he attached himself to her throat.

“teach me how to make you feel good.”

“fuck,” he groaned before looking at her in the eye. “you don’t have to,” he said.

“you promised,” she reminded him.

“you’re right, i did.”

he slid off her, pulling her up by her arms, the shirt she was wearing dropping to cover her once more. he started to pull his shorts down and noticed she was looking away and chuckled. when he was sufficiently disrobed, he turned her head to look at him in the face, kissing her deeply. “are you sure?” he asked when he pulled back.

she nodded.

“we’re gonna have to get you used to using your words, baby.”

“i’m sure,” she said in answer.

he pulled her hands to his chest, palm down, wanting to start her in familiar territory. he ran one of her hands slowly down his chest, stopping at the dip in his hip. “last chance. you can back away and everything will be okay,” he said, looking directly at her.

“i’m not backing away from you,” she said, looking directly back.

he nodded and continued moving her hand toward his length. both of their breaths hitched when she grasped him. he moved her wrist at the pace he liked and let go, letting her take over. his breathing was becoming shallower as she continued. “just like that, baby. look at you, such a good girl.”

she kissed his chest as her hand pumped him. he held her head to his chest and kissed the top of her head. “i’m close, baby,” he whispered into her hair. 

she stopped her movements and he let out a small whine when she removed her hand from him. he looked at her in confusion as she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed.

“sit down, dammit,” she said. he obeyed, wanting to see where this was going.

he groaned at the sight when her knees hit the floor in front of him. her hands spread on his thighs as she confidently brought her mouth to him. her tongue licked up his length before she took him in her mouth. she took as much of him in her mouth as she could, until he felt the back of her throat, causing him to moan. his hands went to her hair and his fingers wove themselves in it. he gently bucked into her as she bobbed her head up and down. he knew he wasn’t going to last long, his release right on the precipice. 

“baby,” he breathed. “y/n,” this time it was her name falling from his lips. 

she didn’t pull away and instead used one of her hands to pump the rest of his length that didn’t fit in her mouth. when he came, she let it fill her mouth before swallowing.

“where did that come from?” he asked as she pulled back from him.

“i told you, i read a lot,” she said.

“i’m really gonna have to start reading,” he said, more to himself.

“come here,” he said to her. 

she stood and let him pull her to him, his hands going to the back of her thighs. “sit dammit,” he mirrored her words from earlier.

she sat, knees on either side of his hips. her drenched core hovering over his length, that was already starting to harden again. he pulled her lips to his, tasting himself on them as he deepened the kiss. he fell to his back, legs still over the side of the bed, her hovering over him now. her hair formed a curtain around their heads. 

“y/n,” he said softly, placing a hand on her cheek. “i love you. i love you so much.”

“i love you, noah. more than words can say,” there were tears forming in her eyes. 

“c’mon, doll. let’s get you cleaned up,” he slowly sat them up and stood, carrying her. 

he sat her on the closed toilet before turning to the shower knobs. “stay with me,” she said, softly.

“if i do that, you can’t commune with satan in your lava,” he said, causing her to laugh.

“that’s fine. don’t wanna talk to him anyway.”

when the temperature was just right, he helped her pull her shirt over her head and stepped in the shower behind her. 

“you know,” she started. “the shower feels bigger when i’m alone.”

“i can leave,” he said, starting to pull the curtain back in jest. 

“don’t you dare.”

after they washed, they walked back into her room and got dressed. he started stripping her sheets as she dug for clean ones in the chest at the foot of her bed. 

he smiled to himself as he threw the soiled sheets in the washer and walked back to see her struggling with the fitted sheet. 

“the bed is a rectangle, but the sheet is a square,” she said, grumpily.

“i think it’s more like an oval,” he said, thoughtfully.

“not helpful,” she huffed as she found the corner.

after the bed was made again, they climbed into their spots. “i think you earned your nap,” he said.

“oh, was that tax for napping?”

“100%.”

“i’ll remember that.”

after a few moments he said, “tell me the author who taught you how to give head. i owe them a thank you note.”

she shook her head. “bold of you to assume it’s just one author.”

“bold of you to assume i won’t write multiple personalized notes.”

turning more serious, “it was okay, then?”

“okay? you think it was just okay?”

“i don’t know, i mean it was my first time.”

“trust me, doll, it was great. especially for a first time.”

she smiled.

“oh, she does like praise, doesn’t she?” he quipped.

“she likes peace and quiet too,” she countered, laying with her back to him, still smiling.

he brought her to him, kissed the back of her head, and held her tightly. 

[midnightsun-if]

So how would our resident ice queen Scarlett deal with the classic there was only one bed scenario?

It’d entirely depend on your relationship with her… Also, just a small side note, vampires can sleep within Midnight Sun, they just don’t need to do it for as long… It’s sort of just a way to shut off their brain and relax.

Normal Relationship: She’d take one look at the sleeping situation and do one of two things:

Turns right back around and speaks to the hotel staff manning the front desk— she’d probably leave with a nice new room and annoyance written clear across her face.

Or, if she felt like the staff hadn’t been at fault due to negligence/laziness, she’d simply turn to you, an elegant brow arched, and point to the nice couch situated against the wall.

Friendship: Scarlett doesn’t really do friendships, for a variety of reasons, but she’d probably be softer, if a bit stiff, in her approach to the situation. She’d ask you, rather bluntly, if you did this on purpose and wanted an excuse to sleep on the couch, or the floor. She’d give you plenty of pillows/blankets/whatever else you may need.

Crushing Stage: She’d be in a bind— both because of the feelings that well within her at the thought of sharing such an enclosed space with you and all of the other things that it brings to the surface, and her not wanting to deal with it. She’d let you decide what you wanted to do, as she doesn’t wish to hurt your feelings (and hates that she actually cares), and if you want to share the bed she’ll do so (and sleep on the furthest edge possible), but she’d probably breathe a sigh of relief if you decided to take the couch or floor. (Honestly in a moment of desperation she may take them— even though she knows she wouldn’t be able to sleep with the memories that it brings up.)

Starting Romance Relationship Stage: She’d take one look, arch a brow, and smirk. “Have something you want to tell me, darling?” Would press a kiss to your temple, her hands grasping your hips, pulling you flush against her body, as a soft chuckle leaves her. “If you wanted my hands on you all you had to do was ask.“ She wouldn’t have any qualms about sharing the space with you, but she’d still be hesitant to hold you close.

Deep Romance Relationship Stage: Would pick you up and gently throw you onto it before you could react; darkened emerald eyes, with a sultry smirk, all that you see before her lips descend onto your own. “If you wanted my attention, beloved, you just had to tell me.” Lips ghost down your neck, sharpened canines gently nipping at the expanse of skin. “You know there’s no place I’d rather be, my heart.” She’d hold you close throughout the night, fingers gently tracing nonsensical patterns across your back and, if you wanted her to, humming a gentle lullaby.

[pink-chevalier]

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Simon: Where is everyone? 

Ophelia: You're that comfortable with me to barge in my room like that? 

Simon: You want me to walk out and knock? 

Ophelia: It's okay, but Mom and Dad went to brunch with Percy and Oliver. 

Simon: Why?

Ophelia: Percy and Oliver's gonna tell them that they're dating. 

Simon: *confused* Don't they know that already?

Ophelia: Yeah, but they like pretending they don't because of blah blah blah. 

Simon: You have such a way with words, Ophelia. 

Ophelia: *giggles* Thanks.

Simon: No problem. So, we're left in charge of Rosalie? 

Ophelia: Yeah, who's passed out. 

Simon: Seriously, she's completely knocked out. 

Ophelia: She loves to sleep. I can't blame her. 

Simon: Wish that could be me right now. 

Ophelia: You wanna be passed out on my bed sleeping? How bold of you. 

Simon: Shut up. Hey, did you talk to Pandora and Zaxton about the school? 

Ophelia: Not yet. I'm planning on telling them tonight. 

Simon: *nods* Are Scarlett and Jaxi on board with it? 

Ophelia: Super on board. 

Simon: That's good. 

Ophelia: Thanks, Simon. 

Simon: For what? 

Ophelia: For worrying about me, I guess. I wasn't expecting you to care or help me find a school. 

Simon: I didn't like seeing you all sad like that.  

Ophelia: I noticed. You even bought me a book. 

Simon: And it was awkward buying it. 

Ophelia: *smiles* Oh, I know it was awkward. 

[xalicitie]

Whispers — Spencer Reid (smut/fluff)

Scarlett is a young member of the BAU—contemplative, decisive and quietly cunning. Spencer Reid is a young agent as well, with a running mouth clogged with data and facts, and a clumsy charm. Over what starts as a little rumor, and a shameful dream, two agents realize there’s not as much keeping them from each other than it seems.

— This is an excerpt from a short story/fanfic I’ve been putting together for awhile. First of all: I’m alive! Yes, if anyone cares 🤩. I’m coming back with yet another fandom to write about, and it’s Criminal Minds. Tell me if u want part 2 of this (smut), or if I should release the first parts. Or maybe whatever else I should write abt😻

As soon as the marble tiles hit Spencer's feet, he knows something is up.

A moment of eye contact doesn't say anything near what it used to. Even just an hour ago, when their gazes would come together, Scarlett's warm eyes would fall curious, maybe lost. But when he's locked eyes with her, fifty feet away, her body sunken in the couch, he realizes something changed. By the way she isn't watching him, digging for answers yet quick to avert her gaze elsewhere, he can just tell. Someone said something.

It kills him. They're standing in the same room, but they're thoughts have roamed to a distance Spencer can't calculate anymore. He has no idea what's been told to her, to what degree she knows, what she thinks of him anymore?

More than anything, Spencer frankly just wants to talk to her again. He's come to the revelation, slowly, that this has come too far. It should've been their own thing, but by the heaviness of the eyes on him, he senses more people know than he'd ever warranted.

When they're waiting for hotel keys, Spencer watches the three women head upstairs to their own rooms. The team's rooms will be adjacent to each other, as they always are. Derek's on the couch, eyes shut with his headphones on, when Spencer decides he'll interrupt his leisure time.

"Derek."

Spencer comes over, shaking him to his wake.

Derek doesn't take it lightly. He jolts awake, even with as light as he was sleeping, and peers at Spencer through slitted eyes.

"What is it?" He asks, grumbling.

Spencer sits besides him, and Derek sees his panic. His hands are gesturing hastily before he can ever get a word out.

"Scarlett knows something. Did you tell someone, Derek?"

Spencer watches, wide-eyed.

He actually wasn't expecting that Derek had told anyone—he took it that maybe Emily had figured out. But, judging by the way Derek goes dead silent, still as a dead fly, he realizes he overestimated Derek's loud mouth.

"..You told Emily?!"

"Reid, I'm sorry, I-" He faces Spencer, flushed red in anger. "I'm sorry, kid."

"You had one thing to do!"

Rather boiling with hysteria and panic than anger, Spencer puts his hands to the sides of his face. He sinks into the seat beside Derek's.

Spencer's plunged in contemplation. He doesn't know exactly what she knows, but there's a chance Scarlett knows that Spencer had a sex dream of her. He, as involuntarily as he did, pictured her, bare and nude. She, his coworker. She, his best friend.

"Spencer, I shouldn't have done it."

Spencer holds his eyes back from rolling into their sockets. Of course he shouldn't have.

"She's probably disgusted."

Spencer sighs. Derek watches him, bummed to see Reid like this. Stressed and almost wretched.

"..Reid, I told you. She likes you for you, she understands."

"No, she thinks I'm a weirdo who pictured her naked—wait."

Spencer stops. Coming to a pensive pause, he faces Derek.

"Did Emily say anything about how she feels?"

Derek's brows come up, and he smirks a little, lips parting. "That's the part I didn't tell you."

Spencer comes up. His limbs animate and his brown eyes burnish, staring at Derek for an answer.

"Emily's convinced Scarlett has the exact same feelings for you."

Derek watches as Spencer comes to an amalgamation of hope and, at the same time, the exact doubt that's been plaguing him the whole day.

"Emily's convinced. But Scarlett didn't say so."

"Reid, you have to find out for yourself."

Pressing his lips, Spencer meets Derek's eyes.

"..Tonight?"

Silence permeates the space with them, and Derek wordlessly nods deliberately.

Despite everything, every instinct upraised and alert in wariness inside Spencer, he knows tonight can only work.

Yet, as soon as Spencer gets his keys, he's darting to his room and closing it shut, through the doorframe without a peek towards Scarlett's door.

He can do it another day, right? He couldn't physically bring himself to her door—there couldn't be a magnet on Earth that could pull him away from his hotel bed.

Spencer feels pathetic. But the idea of the look on her face, her soft features all ruined with disgust and judgement—he doesn't want to fathom it. He doesn't want to think, doesn't want to take any steps now. He's pacing the rug, biting his lips nervously when he quickly grabs his book from his bag. Hitting the mattress and burying his face into the words, a poor yet sufficient antidote for his raucous mind. For now.

Word after word, he forgets. Tonight, he reads slow. Sucking every word in and shielding himself from his embarrassment.

It feels like he can do this all night. He decides he’ll read, and read—move onto the next book if he has to—until he sleeps, without the worry of the decision plaguing him.

But someone has something else in mind.

Spencer had no idea how much time has passed when someone knocks on his door.

The cool, night air is ghosting, and Spencer's staring at his door.

It could be Morgan. He might be standing with a waiting expression before Spencer's door, waiting to drag him towards Scarlett's door.

Or it could be Scarlett herself.

Spencer keeps sitting on his bed dumbly, up until another knock comes.

He's tempted to stay rooted to his bed. He feels like he is. But he feels whoever's outside waiting, and with a volition he doesn't understand, he's standing. Walking over to the door, and after a few moments, he's turning the knob slowly.

Opening the door, Spencer finds his heart pounding when he sees Scarlett in front of him.

Brown hair caressing her shoulders, brown eyes staring up at him. She came over.

"Spencer."

She announces. Greets. Nothing can describe the air between them right now.

Spencer gazes down at her. She hasn't been this close since the coffee incident earlier the morning. It startles him, but having her near reminds him of the ease she used to bring him.

If it were under any other circumstances right now, he might just be able to be comfortable with her again.

He dismisses his thoughts, and decides to actually reply. ..After several moments, that is.

"Scarlett."

He barely utters out.

He can't read her. She looks like she's here for something, but it's taking her awhile to get to the point. Her gaze is wandering and quick—it almost seems she's .. about as nervous as he is?

"-Can I come in?"

Spencer's lips part ever so slightly—the smallest tell that he's relieved.

No repulsed retort, no glower. She wants to come in?

Spencer's mouth hangs open before he realizes how stupid he probably looks, shutting his lips and nodding.

Eyes hesitant, but warm, she smiles at him. Spencer watches wordlessly as her lithe body slips past him, into his hotel room.

He closes his door silently. He's staring at her back. Her hair looks weightless. He hasn't liked having to keep his eyes off of her—every chance that came around, he took to sneak a little glance. She's always been so effortlessly beautiful.

So why is she in his room? If she knows absolutely anything, why is she not hiding from him, at several doors' distance?

"You're reading Stephen King?"

She turns and Spencer gulps in his nerves, licking his lips and shuffling towards her.

"Um, yeah." He offers. "Garcia recommended the book."

Scarlett flips through the pages of The Shining. Her caramel eyes graze over the words lightly.

"It's good?"

Spencer's watching her, and his heart pounds when she meets his gaze.

"Y—Yeah." Spencer kneads a hand through his hair. "It's interesting. I tried reading it slower, to enjoy it more, but .. I only have maybe 40 pages left."

Scarlett nods silently, turning the pages and leaving the room wordless.

Spencer's eyes are furrowed. She comes into his room and takes it upon herself to read his book? While he could watch her fifty million times, eyes sucked in and file through her features that were so pleasant to the eyes—her softly pink lips, her alabaster skin—he can't. Cause he's about to bubble over with curiosity, the curiosity of why she ended up with him despite the odd circumstances.

"Scarlett-"

He gulps when her gaze comes to his. "Um. Don't take this wrong, I just want to know. ..Why are you here?"

Her lips sit in silence. Spencer's fidgety, yet he can't keep his eyes off hers. He's searching the burnished color of her eyes for answers. While she's prone to go silent like this sometimes, there is just so much more tension in her quietness.

She diverts her eyes somewhere near the floor, and comes forward a bit. Spencer can feel himself struggling to keep up with the pace of his breathing.

"I'm here for a reason." She starts. She's not meeting his eyes fully, but there's a shift in her tone that makes her sound candid. She approaches, and Spencer finds the silence alarmingly deafening.

Then she locks their eyes.

"Spencer..did you have a sex dream about me?"

SHIT.

Spencer's immediately red. He opens his mouth for words to come out, but it turns out there's a void between his lips.

He feels like killing Derek. As he stutters and spits and glances around, mumbles coming out jumbled from his tongue, curses are spilling in his mind.

Nothing coherent comes out of his mouth. He doesn't bare to see the look on her face—he's so caught up trying to make a response that somehow suits his needs, he doesn't recognize the apparent calm in her countenance.

"Spencer, look I'm not mad about it."

Then Spencer stops.

All his attention is on Scarlett. It's her turn to halt into silence.

Maybe he's wrapped up in a delusion. But she looks rosy, put in a daze, as he does, too. It's an odd moment—they're both flustered. Staring at each other, Spencer has the feeling they're both, individually, trying to put together whether they want the same thing.

He's not sure at all. But she's come close, and he's praying she rejects him, before the urge to end this burdensome situation by bringing their lips together ends up becoming too much to bear.

"Scarlett, tell me what you want."

Her gaze is suddenly glued on Spencer's.

He's staring at her with an unfeigned curiosity. He leaves room for the possibility that he's got this completely wrong. But what he said is completely candid—he wants exactly what she wants.

If Scarlett wants to rush out the door in disgust, she can and will. If she wants to forget about all of this, sure. If her eyes are telling the truth, and the crave lacing her pupils isn't a daydream, he'll give her everything she needs.

Without a word, Scarlett brings her body to his, nearing his head with a hand and ending it with a kiss.

[communicationthroughlyrics]

I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 3

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

Big pieces starting to fall into place, people. Keep with me :] The images I am including are the backdrops for the chapters, enjoy!

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Ch 3: All This Money And This Pain Got Me Heartless

It was around 2 in the morning before you got home. The perk to your dream home? It wasn’t near anyone,  and you could be alone with your thoughts. The downside? It was in the middle of nowhere- in a ski town in Idaho. It was nowhere near convenient to just “visit,” which was the point. That’s the other reason to why you kept the apartment close to work, only about a 45 minute drive in traffic, versus this 14 hour commute, or 2 hour flight. You groaned as you parked the Porsche in the garage, its designated spot between some of your other cars.

You dragged yourself away from the plush interior, popping open the rear lift gate and grabbing your bag, flinging its strap back over your shoulder, and slamming the gate closed. You walked towards the door that would lead you onto the skyway over a creek that ran alongside your house. You locked the car, turning to look over all the vehicles housed in you garage, some in varying states of repair, before you shut off the light and walked across the bridge towards your house. You flung the door open, throwing the bag on your shoulder off to the side of the laundry room you just entered. Removing your brown dress shoes, you opened the door into the living area of the house, walking over to the couch and allowing your body to fall forwards onto the plush couch. You lifted your arm, feeling across the coffee table blindly for the remote to your fireplace. “Mmmpfh…where the hell?” You felt around further, slamming your hand harder and harder on the table until you lift your head to face the table, scanning it for the remote. You notice it, across the living room, on the chair closest to the fireplace. “MMMphfffuck!” You grunt into the couch cushion, giving up on the fireplace, and grabbing the blanket off the back of the sofa, pulling it over you and hoping for a decent amount of sleep. 

You awoke to the sound of your phone vibrating on your coffee table, groaning and grabbing the pillow underneath your head, pressing it against your face. You hoped that by ignoring it, you wouldn’t hear it anymore. Thankfully the phone quit ringing, and you ripped the pillow from your face. Your peace was short lived as it began ringing again. “Unngh why didn’t I shut that fucking thing off!” You yell at yourself as you slam your hand on top of your phone, picking it up and answering it blindly. 

“What?! This better be fucking good!” You spit so much venom into the phone you’re sure the soul on the other end might end up poisoned. 

“Good morning to you too.” An unfamiliar voice rasps back. You pull the phone away from your ear to glance at the screen, wondering who you were speaking to. The number was a New York number, but you didn’t know anyone who lived there. 

“Who the hell is this, and how’d you get this number?” You make sure to let whomever is on the other line that you do not appreciate the disruption. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot that they didn’t give you my number yesterday. It’s Scarlett. I hope you don’t mind, but I had some things I wanted to ask you about.”

“How’d you get my number?” You asked again, still not getting the complete answer that you wanted. You had a feeling you already knew the answer. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was an issue…” You cut her off before she could continue.

“I give my number out. No one else does. Who gave you my number? I’m not going to ask again.”  You sat up on the couch, the blanket falling from your shoulders to your lap. That’s when you looked down and realized you were still in your work clothes. 

“Kris. She gave me your number in case I needed to reach you. I’m sorry I bothered you, I'll just send out an email.” The voice rasped back, but you could detect a tone of disappointment. She hung up before you could respond back. “Yeah, do that.” You thought as you went to your favorite contacts and dialed your assistant. 

“Do you know how to NOT work?” She asked, unaware of what was about to happen. 

“You KNOW the rules, you of ALL fucking people know how I feel when they get broken!” You’re seething on the phone at your assistant. 

“And you know damn well that I will NOT stay on the phone if you talk to me like that. Chill the fuck out.” Her tone changed to match yours. She was never afraid of going toe to toe with you. “Scarlett called, I take it?” She asks pointedly. 

“Why- whywhywhy…did you give her my personal number? You know better!” You try to calm yourself and work your way through what is happening. 

“Well, to be blunt- she begged for it. ” Kris deadpans. “Plus with how you were oogling her yesterday, you can thank me later.” You could hear the tone of her voice, you recognized it from when she would push you to flirt with someone. She always acted as a wingman for you, it was one of the many feathers in her imaginary cap.

“You know how I- wait, what? She asked for it?” You quirked, not expecting that response. You try and picture how that conversation went with Scarlett and Kris, and what had to have been said to get Kris to fork over your number. 

“Ha. I knew that’d get your attention. She begged me for your number, arguing that if you will be at her house heading up security and blah blah blah, she’d need a more direct way to get a hold of you.” You could hear the sarcasm in her voice, knowing that she wasn’t being entirely truthful. 

“Watch it, Smithers. You better not piss me off any more- I don’t want to come back to the city.” You throw your nickname for her in there for good measure. 

“Oh no. What ever will I do?” She deadpans once more. “I found out what was going on with that weirdo you sent me. Just know I’ve got some juice regarding him, but it will have to wait till you're back at work.” She teases, knowing full well it’ll only egg you on. 

“No, don’t make me log on from here and see what the hell was up with that guy. Spill it Smith.” You state, standing up from the couch, walking to the kitchen to make some coffee. Clearly, you weren’t going to get any more sleep at this point. 

“No. And I also blocked your proxy from the cabin. You can’t log in right now. Relax, we’ve got it handled, mmmmkaybyeeeee!” She hangs up, leaving you to stare at the screen in protest before grumbling to yourself, shutting off the device and throwing it on the charger. You walked upstairs while your coffee is brewing, so you can get yourself out of the work clothes from yesterday.  You groaned as you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, seeing that it was only 6:30am. “Goddamn, do these people sleep?” You ask yourself, before realizing that you were up at the exact same time as them. You shuffled towards your bed, flopping onto it briefly, before pushing yourself up off of it, going over to the closet, and debating on what to wear for the day. You figured you should go down and work out for a little bit, so you grabbed a pair of dark green workout shorts and a black sports bra. You walked out of the closet, towards the staircase, heading towards the kitchen to grab your coffee, opting to drink it straight, and grabbing your protein and adding some water to it, heading towards your  home gym. You started stretching as you stalked into the gym, getting yourself ready for some weight training and boxing practice. 

After an hour of weights and another hour of beating your frustrations into a punching bag, you grabbed the towel next to you, wiping your brow before throwing it into a laundry basket in the corner, walking away towards the kitchen to check your phone. You grabbed it as you approached the counter, turning the phone on. You set it down, checking your fridge for something for breakfast. “Fuck.” You muttered to yourself. You were out of almost everything, only having creamer for coffee and a few beers, some condiments and other odds and ends. Walking back to the counter your phone was on, you peeked at some of the notifications that had popped up while it was off and charging.  A few texts were buried in all the notifications, but you didn’t see them, and assumed nothing crazy was going on.

You threw the phone back down before going up to shower,  ready to begin the day. As you walked away, your phone buzzed away on the counter, with a few texts from Kris and Paul. 

8:15AM  PAUL- “Y/N. Scarlett has made some changes to the plans. Boss-man needs you here asap to go over them.”

8:20AM.  PAUL- “Y/N. Let me know when you can get here. I know we told you to take some time, but we need you to go over some things, and they cannot wait. We need you here in person.”

8:37AM   KRIS- “I know your phone isn’t off, you better not be ignoring us. You’re too much of a control freak to shut off your phone.”

8:45AM.   PAUL- “Y/N. LET ME KNOW ASAP.”

9:02AM   KRIS- “Y/N. It’s not like you to not answer. With wierdo lurking outside your place and you not answering- it makes me nervous. Call me. ”

You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, grabbing a  towel off the rack and quickly drying yourself off, before walking over to the sink, and staring at yourself while leaning on the counter. You stood up, rubbing your face with your hands, before throwing the damp towel into a basket by the door. You walked out of the bathroom and towards your closet, thinking of what you needed to do today. “You really don’t need to do anything, Y/N…” you thought to yourself, but you sighed, knowing that you would never let yourself not do anything with your day. You opted for a wide cut black v neck tee shirt and some of your necklaces, some dark blue jeans and your black boots, mussing your short hair to give it some texture, as you glanced in the mirror by the door. Grabbing some cologne to dab on your neck, you felt satisfied enough with your appearance to venture into McCall, and get some stuff for you to live off of for a few days. You took a fleeting look at the clock on your microwave was you grabbed you phone and stuffed it into your back pocket, not even looking at the screen.  You grabbed the keys to one of your favorite cars, before turning on your heel towards the garage, so you can head to town. 

As you approached the general store in town, there was a cat call whistled in your direction as you pulled yourself out of the car you chose, and you stared in the direction of the sound, an already excited man walking your way. You looked him up and down, noting his height, he appeared to be 5’ 9”, skinnier build, in his mid to late 40’s. He was vaguely familiar, and smiled as he approached you, waving and lightly jogging towards your location. 

“WOW! That is an amazing machine! What year is it, a 69? Small Block?” He asked, his eyebrow quipped, while wiping his pointer finger along the passenger side of the car, walking around it while he glanced back and forth between you and the car. 

You rolled your eyes, people always made it a point to comment on one of your cars while you were out. If you didn’t love them so much, you’d walk everywhere. “Cobras weren’t made in 69. It's a 67, 427. And fingers off, unless you wanna loose em, bud.” 

“Ford, right?” He asked again, swiping his finger another inch or so along the deep blue paintwork, as if he was testing the waters. He then ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.

“No. Shelby American. Can I help you?” You fired back, clearly showing your annoyance at this man. 

“Whoa, bud. I was just admiring your car! No need to be testy with me.” He approached you on the drivers side, eyeing you up and down, as you stood square to him, with your arms across your chest, clearly showing your muscle. “How’d you score this beauty anyways? These aren’t cheap.” He raised his eyebrow further, a tone as if he was questioning how you were within a 10-foot radius of the car. 

“I’m not you're bud, pal. I have some things I need to do. I would appreciate if you would stop touching my car, and leave me alone.” You state coldly as you turn and begin to walk away. 

“Well, no need to be rude about it, I was just curious.” He said, a smirk flashing across his features as you turned away. You briefly peered over your shoulder, to see him turn and walk the other way. “Fucking weird. What the hell was that??” You walked towards the store, glancing back in the direction of the blue roadster, sitting in a far spot that would surely be surrounded by cars when you came out, but all were currently vacant. 

You grabbed the basics, some milk, eggs, some necessities for sandwiches, and other odds and ends before approaching the cashier. You groaned, noticing that the cashier was the same annoying man from earlier. He had now shed his jacket for a tan apron, with the name “Fred” embroidered onto it. You could now see his bright blue eyes, which were piercing to say the least. Of course, he was the only cashier in this place. You threw your items onto the belt, and stalked up to the register as he lifted a tab to allow the belt to lurch to life, your items rolling towards him. He just looked at you, the same stupid smirk on his face, before he started scanning your things. 

“You still didn’t answer my question. That makes things look highly suspect.” He says, as he continues scanning your groceries. 

“Maybe it's a rude question to which you will get no answer.” You deadpan back, raising your eyebrow as he chuckles. 

“Ok. Whatever.” He says. “$52.66 is your total.” He states, beginning to bag your groceries. “Where are you going to put this in that tiny of a car?” He prodded again. You shake your head at the mans insolence, pulling out your wallet, and handing him a black credit card. He just looks down at it, before looking back at you. He was hesitant to grab the card, which made you instantly gratified. That would surely shut him up. “Th….these don’t have a limit. You can’t just get a black card.” He states, still staring at your outstretched hand. You roll your eyes, before swiping the card for him, and slipping it back into its leather slot. 

“Yup. I’ll take my groceries now. ” You say, popping the “p” and pointing towards your bags. “What, BUD?  Never seen a big boy card before?” You ask, grabbing the bags from behind the counter, and smirking as you left him shocked and frozen in his spot. You simply turned and walked out the door, groaning when you saw everyone parked around you. You approached the passenger side, placing the paper bags full of goods into the footwell where your passengers feet would normally go.

You walked around, opting not to open the drivers door, just hopping over it and sliding in, and depressing the clutch to start the car, smiling as you heard the rumble. You slightly spun the tires as you left the parking lot, darting out onto the main thoroughfare that runs into and out of the heart of town. You looked around as you saw people window shopping, arms linked in one another’s as they grazed up and down the sidewalks. This was a resort town, which was why you made sure to stay out of it as much as possible. Winter was always crazy here, people wanting to come and ski from all over. You approached a 4-way stop, turning right so you can make your way back into the hills, winding around a large lake that was popular for a myriad of water sports in the summer. The leaves were starting to change, signaling natures close to the summer and eventual arrival of the fluffy white stuff you loved so dearly. That was the other reason you wanted to live somewhere like this- the mountains in winter always held a soft spot in your heart.

(CHAPTER 4)

[rxmqnova]

Say that request are open so I have one for Scarlett x sister!reader

Reader is Scarlett younger sister maybe we are around 15-17. We used to be really close to Scarlett when we were younger but don���t see her anymore because she’s always busy with work. So one day she promised us she would take us out but completely forgets about it and she doesn’t realize into the next few days that she forgot she had plans with us and comes over to her parents house to try and make it up to us.

Idk if this makes any sense….

Forgotten sleepover

Y/N: 15 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Humming her favorite song Y/N's finishing up her make-up, so she could go out with her older sister tonight.

Scarlett and Y/N used to be very close. Y/N used to tell her sister everything, she used to sleep over at her house nearly every weekend, though over the last few years they seem to have grown apart.

It's been a really long time since Scarlett had time for her little sister. It's not that she wouldn't want to, because she would want nothing more, but she's been working really hard on her own skin care line, The Outset. And if she's not at The Outset office, she's on set.

Y/N's been begging her older sister to make some time for her and it finally happened. It's Friday and the two are going out for dinner and then Y/N's even sleeping over at Scarlett's house just like the old times which she's super excited about.

Last few touches and Y/N's ready to go. She takes her bag and rushes downstairs to put on her shoes as Scarlett should be here in any minute.

Minutes after minutes pass though and Y/N's still waiting, thinking whether she should call her sister or not. Scarlett promised to spend time with her, so she surely needs to be here soon.

Meanwhile Scarlett shuts the door of her house, a sigh of relief escaping her lips after another stressful day at work. The blonde can't wait to have dinner, take a shower and go to bed. So that's exactly what she does, completely forgetting about the sleepover she promised to have with her little sister.

After nearly 2 hours of waiting Y/N gives up, tears filling her eyes while she's rushing back to her bedroom. She was so excited to finally see her sister and to spend some time with her and Scarlett just doesn't come.

———

The weekend flies by fast and it's Monday now. Scarlett still hasn't realized anything, though she's quite confused as why isn't her sister answering her calls and messages.

The blonde sighs after calling her little sister for what feels like a 100th time this morning. Right now she's home and about to drive to The Outset office.

She opens the calender on her phone to check what she needs to do today, her eyes widening when she spots what she had planned for last Friday's evening.

She needs to go to work though, so that's what she does and her entire day gets filled with thinking how could she make up last Friday to her baby sister.

When Scarlett finally leaves the office, instead of back home she drives to her parents' house, hoping Y/N would be home and she could make it up to her somehow.

She immediately heads upstairs, knowing her sister is most likely to be in her bedroom. And after knocking and opening the door, she finds her little sister sitting on her bed and scrolling on her phone.

"Mom, I'm really not hungry right now" Y/N says without looking who's at the door, making Scarlett let out a chuckle which makes Y/N look up. "What are you doing here? Don't you have some super important work to do?"

"Don't be like that, Y/N" Scarlett sighs, walking over to her sister's bed and taking a seat next to her.

"I was waiting for you 2 hours. I was so excited and you didn't even let me know you wouldn't come" Y/N crosses her arms over her chest, looking at her older sister.

"I'm sorry, I had a really stressful day and I just-"

"As always" Y/N scoffs. "You never have time for me anymore. I just want to spend some time with my sister. Am I asking too much?"

"Honey, I'm really, really sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you" Scarlett places her hand on her younger sister's knee, giving it a rub, though Y/N just rolls her eyes in response.

"Don't promise me anything when you can't fulfill the promise, Scarlett. I don't want to be disappointed again" Y/N says, her arms still crossed as she's looking at her sister.

"… Okay, fine. Pack your things. We're leaving" Scarlett orders, Y/N furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. "Come on, we'll have the sleepover"

"Scarlett, I have school in the morning. I-"

"I will drive you to school on my way to the office. You'll probably be there a bit sooner, but whatever. So? Are you coming or not?" Scarlett raises an eyebrow, watching her sister's still confused face impression and waiting for an answer.

"I- Y-yeah, I-I'm coming"

"Good. I'll talk to mom about it and wait for you downstairs" Receiving a nod, Scarlett makes her way downstairs while Y/N's rushing around her room to pack everything.

———

"I didn't really have time for cooking, so pizza for dinner?" Scarlett asks, closing the door of her house as the two just stepped inside.

"Sounds good" Y/N smiles, suddenly dropping her bag on the floor and practically jumping into her sister's arms, holding her tightly and never wanting to let go of her again.

Scarlett looks at her sister confused before shaking it off and wrapping her arms around the younger girl, a smile forming on her face.

"I missed you so much" Y/N mumbles out, still holding her sister tightly.

"I missed you too, sweetheart. I'm really sorry about last Friday, Y/N/N. I'll try to work on my schedule, so you and I could hang out more. Would you like that?" Scarlett asks, placing her hand on Y/N's cheek and rubbing it with her thumb.

"That would be awesome… Only if it's not too much of a trouble for you though" Scarlett can't help but smile on her sister's words, pulling Y/N in for another tight hug and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you so much, Y/N/N" Scarlett smiles, pressing another kiss to the younger one's forehead.

"I love you too, Scarly"

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Scarlett Johansson masterlist

Masterlist

[pickupthephoneboy]

OOC: Well you guys voted for it on the Levi blog, now it's here. (@never-gets-sick pspspsps)

INTRODUCING: Ross crying in the bathroom.

The Cold Floor

(Heavy topics might be applied)

Welcome back to Nimone, they say. You're back home, they say. But it doesn't feel like home anymore.

I stood in the dusty bathroom of my old home. A place that I once grew up and loved, now abandon and left to be forgotten.

It was quiet, dark, and dust covered the whole room in a gray fragile blanket. Only spiders now occupied this room, nesting by the toilet and shower. Not even the lights cpuld turn on because the bulbs either died out or no one paid ghe electricity bill.

I wiped my glove across the sink mirror, staring at my reflection. It was just me in this bathroom. Alone in this enclosed space.

I shut the door in order to have privacy. I don't feel safe when others are safe. They can't see me like this, no matter how much I try to hide it.

Everything was starting to settle in. This week has been Hell front and back, I hate it. Too much stress, work stole my sleep, and everyone is in pain. I'm failing as a captain.....

This trip to Nimone has been a mistake, all it did was create pain and suffering for everyone. Now, the whole world is at risk at two crazy scientists. If I didn't get everyone involved in my affairs to beat up the men who hurt my sister Ikuo wouldn't have had new scars, Ikari wouldn't have had been snatched away, and Scarlett wouldn't have to be in pain again.

I feel hurt, and I'm not the one who even got physical hurt as well. But it pains me to stand by the side and let this all happen just because I can't come up with a good plan. None of this would have happened if I was good enough.

I may have won battles before on my own as a mass weapon machine, and I may have led our men through war like a leader, but that was years ago I'm not the same weapons I was trained to be. Hell some of that stuff was winged, I was never good at planning and men lost their lives because of it.

Scarlett once asked on our way here, "What would mom and dad think of me when we arrive?" She doesn't know does she? That dad left one day for no reason? That mom became a sad woman and died from sickness? That I wasn't there to protect any of them?

I felt my hands grip onto the sink tighter.

What type of captain am I, if I can't even keep my own family apart? What type of son am I, who couldn't support his own mom when she was sad? What type of brother am I, when I couldn't even protect my own sister?

My hands start to turn into fist and my knees slowly bend to the cold floor. The safe abandoned floor, covered in dirt and dust. It's the only thing I trust that can support me. I can't been seen as weak in front of others....

I felt my weight finally collapsed and I let put a heavy sigh. Not now Ross, I can't break down now. I have to get back to working, but I can't. Everything that I come up with is a bust. Nothing is working.

I became a failure and everyone knows it.....

I could feel my throat tightening, as I gazed at my pathetic state in the mirror. Eye bags under my eyes, my hair is a mess, and part of my outfit is ruined. This is really my life huh? Being a constant mess.

Now slumped to the floor, I continued to gaze at myself. I look like a fool, a failure, I'm not cut out of any of this. After all these years I don't think I can continue like this.

My vision starts to blur, I bite my lip but muffled cries start to force their way out. I gripped my head in my hands and held it to my knees. Soon before I knew it I was crying on the cold floor. A sense of desa vu washed over me, I been in this moment before. And now it has come back to haunt me again.

I don't remember when I passed out, all I remember was that I felt alone and worthless in that moment.