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I Do

Pairing: Entrepreneur!Scarlett Johansson x Lawyer!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[around the same time as the accident]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Night before the accident]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[Present Time]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay what-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This won’t end badly, just you wait”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I Do”

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scar-lie · 3 months

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Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]

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

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

Warning : Arguing

Word count : 1,723

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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hi can you do an intersex scarlett with fem reader where they go out to eat for their anniversary and the reader teases scarlett for acting needy and being all flustered, then they go home and have passionate sex which ends up with reader having rose, with praise, daddy kink and back scratching (r to scarlett) i’m kind of a slut for back scratching lol. ps: i’m the same anon who asked for the wanda cam girl fic, the mommy reader fic and the mechanic nat!😁)

LOVERS ANTHEM

PAIRINGS: Scarlett Johansson x reader

WORD COUNT: 3,247

WARNINGS: smut, Scarlett has a dick, fingering, breeding, teasing, public sex, car sex, blowjobs, scratching, praise, degrading, daddy (S), jealousy, possessiveness, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my love, darling, etc), mentions of blood, crying, think that’s all! :)

Grammarly wasn’t working so I had to do this with no spelling-check, ignore any mistakes!!

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Happy anniversary, my love,” Scarlett murmured against your hands, her lips lingering on the backs of them as you didn’t pull away. You only smiled, your cheeks turning red as did hers.

“You look beautiful tonight, so beautiful.”

“As do you, Scar.” Before she could respond, you both were greeted by the waitress serving you. She kindly asked for your requests before returning to the kitchen, grabbing your drinks, and dropping them off when she came back only minutes later.

“I still can’t believe you took me here, this place is fancier than the Met Gala.” You joked, your eyes roaming the building while your wife let out a short chuckle. You two had known each other since you were teenagers and had been together for nearly six years now. Although, it was your first year being able to call her your wife. Scarlett’s job made it nearly impossible to have relationships, or successful ones at least. But somehow, you two made it work. It wasn’t easy seeing her leave for months at times, but it was all worth it because, at the end of the day, you’d always have her.

“What can I say, you have the princess treatment.” She shrugged, leaning back in her chair to take a small swig of her wine. She watched you do the same, eyes trained on your lips when you slightly parted them to allow the liquid in. You then licked your lipstick-covered lips as a small moan escaped you when the drink hit your tastebuds.

She cleared her throat after a moment too long of staring, adjusting herself in her seat and mentally thanking all gods that the food came just in time. The waitress placed your plate in front of you carefully, then handed Scarlett her own. She quirked a brow as the lady turned to you, asking if there was anything you might need and leaving a moment later when you refused.

“Looks like someone has a crush.” She said before taking a bite out of her food, nearly choking when she realized how hot it was.

“Oh, please, she’s probably like ten years younger than me.” She nodded, clear signs of jealousy that tried to hide making way to the surface.

“Hey, look at me,” She did as you asked. “I’m yours, okay? I wouldn’t be wearing this ring if that wasn’t true.” You showed off the expensive piece of jewelry adorning your finger, the crystal shining under the light hanging from the ceiling.

“Well, I would hope so, or else I’d have to ask for that ring back.” The rest of the dinner went smoothly, at least in your eyes. The waitress checked on you two often, sending obvious signs your way that you acted oblivious to. Scarlett was grateful for that, but she wasn’t grateful for the tent in her pants. She tried hiding it with her hand purse, but that quickly failed when you picked up notice of her actions.

You had been teasing her the entire time without even knowing. First the lip-licking, then the small moans when you’d take a bite of your food or a sip of your wine, and then with the way words seemed to ease out of your mouth like it was nothing. She’d watch you bite your lip with a small smile after a joke she’d tell or a funny memory you’d make remembrance of, it drew her in from day one.

Your outfit wasn’t helping either, she had to help you zip up the back of your dress before placing the necklace she bought you earlier that day around your neck. She could still smell your perfume lingering on your skin, and the fact that it was her perfume you stole made it even better. Her girl, wearing her perfume, with the necklace she bought you, and the ring she proposed to you with; nobody would ever be able to have you the way she did.

“Scar? You okay?” She had been trying to focus on what you had been saying, but she was too attentive to your dress that hung low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage, the rest was left to the imagination. Anyone’s imagination. She quickly came to the conclusion in her head that she wasn’t the only one able to see you like this, your server and many others dining in could. They could all see her girl, her wife, in all the ways she didn’t want them to.

“Scarlett!” You snapped your fingers in front of her face, making her whip her head back up to direct her eye line back to your own. You playfully scoffed, making her gulp nervously.

“Seriously? You’re horny in the middle of a restaurant?” You gave her a smirk and she nearly jumped in surprise when she felt you brush your leg against her own. You could practically feel her cock straining against her suit pants and you could see how hard she was trying to not bend you over in front of everyone right here, you almost felt bad for her.

“Let’s go, we’re leaving.” She left two one-hundred-dollar bills on the table and rushed you both outside, keeping her mini purse over her crotch. You were immediately swarmed by a large number of paparazzi shining their cameras in your faces and asking questions you were too out of it to hear.

Once you got to the car you were pushed into the passenger door that Scarlett had opened for you before she sped over to the driver's side. You were shocked she didn’t drive over any of the cameramen with them crowding around the car and her frustrated self.

Finally, she was able to pull out of the parking lot and start her way to your shared home quickly. Her hand was resting on your inner thigh, rubbing small circles with her thumb as she was getting closer to your core. You shivered in anticipation, eyeing her large bulge with hunger.

Your wife looked over at you when she heard your seatbelt unbuckle. It was a red light, and it felt like it had been taking forever just for the next intersection to go.

“What are you doing?” You leaned over the dashboard, unzipping the fly of her pants and setting her cock free from the confinements. She gave you a hazy smile that you didn’t get to see as your mouth pressed against her length. Small lipstick stains were left on the skin as you teasingly pecked all over.

“Baby, someone could see us.” She frantically whispered, looking out each window for anyone who may have caught sighting of you.

“Aww, is someone a little camera shy? Don’t act all innocent, we both know you’d love to have someone catch us.” You watched as her cock twitched at your words and laughed, letting your tongue brush over her tip and reveling in the breathy moan she let out from above you.

“Does that turn you on, Scarlett?” She nodded. “Yeah? Of course, it does, you just want everyone to see that you own me, don’t you?” Again came her nod, this time with hesitation. You knew it was nearly impossible for her to speak in the moment, so you gave in and let your mouth wrap around her tip, your tongue licking the drops of pre cum oozing out of it.

The GPS had alerted you both that you were minutes away from arriving at your destination, the new information causing you to lower your head and take more of her in your mouth. Your tongue licked over the veins adorning her length, a whimper escaping from deep inside of your wife’s throat when you gagged around her.

Tears pooled in your eyes as the head of her cock hit the back of your throat, your hand finding its way around the rest of her that couldn’t quite fit. You stroked her slowly, letting your head go up and down as you felt her free hand traveling across your back and landing on your nearly exposed cunt. The dress had ridden up enough to show off the panties you had worn just for her and she ran her finger along them, feeling your wetness seeping through the fabric. It didn’t take long before she pushed them to the side, letting her digits slowly seep into you in order for you to adjust to the newfound feeling. You instinctively pushed back into her, the bumps on the road causing her to nearly jolt inside of you. The vibrations sent from your mouth and to her length only encouraged the coil in her stomach waiting to snap.

“That feel good, sweetheart? Yeah, you love daddy’s fingers, don’t you?” The car pulled into your driveway and she quickly stopped and turned off the car. She adjusted her seat to lean back for more room, her free hand previously on the wheel now resting on top of your head. She guided you up and down while her digits slid in and out of you quickly with no remorse.

“Oh, baby, daddy loves hearing you choke on her cock. That’s it, good girl.” There was no warning besides the thrust of her hips when she came down your throat, chanting your name rapidly and squeezing her eyes shut. There were a few drops that oozed down her length, but you tried swallowing every little bit you could. She quirked her lips when watching you, desperate to feel and taste every part of her.

You were finally able to breathe as you disconnected from her cock, a small string of spit following suit. Your tongue instantly landed on the drops of cum that had escaped from your mouth, making her erection rise the more you suckled on the sensitive area.

“You’re such a cock-hungry whore, milking me fucking dry.” She muttered through gritted teeth, letting her fingers ease out of your warm walls as you went to sit up.

“Did I do good, daddy?” You asked with faux innocence, knowing just how much it drew her crazy. She groaned, pressing her lips against yours as she tasted herself on your lips. Her tongue slipped through your mouth while her hand rested on the side of your face to pull you in closer.

“Oh, you did so good for me, love. I’m so, so proud of my girl.” She muttered against your lips, letting her fingers that were covered in your juices replace her mouth. You sucked on them without hesitation, staring at her through hooded eyes that had her bucking into nothing.

“Stay here.” She quickly left the car after zipping her pants back up, walking to your side of the car and, once again, opening the door for you. She didn’t give you time to move as she quickly grabbed you by the waist, tossing you over her shoulder and giving a small smack to your ass before rushing inside the house. You couldn’t see much in the rooms full of no brightness, that was until she entered the bedroom and switched the light on.

You felt yourself being tossed on the bed as she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and removed her pants, leaving her in just the undergarments she had chosen for the night. She quickly did the same to you, eager to see you naked and open for her.

“Come on, pretty girl, let me see you.” Her arms were at either side of her head as she leaned down to kiss you passionately, leading a hand to her crotch where she palmed herself.

“You see that, baby? You’ve made me so fucking hard, I just need to be inside you already.” You looked down and noticed her cock straining in her boxers.

“Please take them off, I want to see you…all of you.” You murmured, hooking your fingers on each of the straps on her bra. You pulled them down her shoulders and let them rest loosely on her arms while you then ventured to her back where the clasp was the only thing keeping you from seeing her breasts. You silently asked permission which you were granted and then let the clothing fall, sucking in a deep breath when you eyed her bare chest.

While you were too entranced in toying with her hardened nipples, you hadn’t noticed her length prodding at your hole. She didn’t bother to slip on a condom, there had never been an issue where she couldn’t pull out in time.

“Ah! Wait, it- it hurts, a lot.” She bit her lip to suppress any sounds that could escape her when she felt your warm walls clamping around her with a strong hold.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby girl. Is this all for daddy, hm?” She asked, gathering your wetness on her fingertips only to lick them off moments later. She moaned at the taste, acting like a starved animal with how hungry she was for you.

It wasn’t long until you gave her the okay to move and you soon after felt her slowly deepening inside of you. The intrusion had you whining, but she was quick to shut you up with her own.

“Just- just a little more, you can take it.” She leaned down to rest her face on your shoulder blade, her nostril placed against your neck where she could still smell residents of your perfume.

“You’re taking me so well, baby.” She pecked your neck softly, smiling when you giggled at the sensation.

“Is it okay to move?” She asked after a minute of silence. She was so deep inside of you, you could feel her pelvis bone hitting yours.

“Yeah…yeah, you can move.” Your eyes squeezed shut when you felt the movements inside of you start back up again. It wasn’t as painful as it was pleasurable, but there were still small swabs of discomfort as her tip pressed against your womb repeatedly.

“Only I get to fuck this pussy, you got that?” You nodded in response to her question. “You belong to me, you belong to daddy, baby.”

“I- fuck! I- I belong to you, daddy.” Her hips quickened in their pace as you tumbled into spews of nonsense and jumbled words. You wrapped your legs around her waist as they pressed onto the skin of her ass, your breathy moans and pants only further turning on the blonde.

“Aww, is your daddy fucking you that good, darling?” She mocked a pout, watching the tears slip down your cheeks, ruining your mascara. You didn’t wear makeup often, but you wanted to make this one day special, and, god, did you exceed your aspirations.

She grasped your hips in both hands and lifted you up ever so little, smirking when she realized how badly the angle affected you.

“Yes! Right there! Right fucking there, Scar!” You yelped out when feeling a slap against your skin, the pain only causing an even higher-pitched moan to leave you.

“That’s not my fucking name.” You apologized weakly as your hands grasped onto any part of her they could find. They went to her shoulders and soon traveled down her back with your sharpened nails leaving claw-like marks. She hissed in pain when she felt blood being drawn, but it only made her harden her thrusts.

“Who would ever think such a sweet, innocent girl like you could be such a dirty little slut?” She sunk her teeth into your neck and felt your legs shaking around her body.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?”

“Yeah, need to cum so badly, daddy.” You whimpered, grinding your teeth together in order for some sort of blockage to your loud noises, you knew there would be complaints later on if you didn’t.

“You think you deserve to cum?”

“Please, daddy, I’ve been so good, been such a good girl for you. I- I made you cum already, and- ah!” She licked over the bruising areas on your neck to soothe the pain, hoping it would cause some sort of relief.

“And what, sweetheart?” You struggled to let the words out, but they came pouring out of you before you could stop them.

“And I want you to cum…inside me. Please, daddy? Will you make your little girl a mommy?” She moaned at the title you gave yourself, her hips stuttering in their movements. She knew she was nearing her breaking point, and your pleas weren’t helping her from preventing it.

“You want daddy’s cum, huh? Oh, I bet you’d look so beautiful carrying my child.” You were both about to snap, the dirty talk only seeming to quicken it.

“Let me have your babies, daddy, cum inside me.” You begged in a quiet whisper, almost instantly after feeling warm spurts of her release coating your walls.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna make you a mommy, baby girl, I promise.” The coil in your stomach snapped as you came with a silent scream, your nails once again digging into your wife’s skin.

Scarlett felt your juices coating her cock while hers continued to unload deep inside of you. She knew there was no chance of you not getting pregnant after this, the lifetime goal and dream shared by you two finally being fulfilled.

“You just needed me to fuck some sense back into you, huh?” You chuckled breathlessly and felt her length slowly departing from you. She watched as cum oozed out of you, only for her to collect every last drop with her fingers and push it back inside the best that she could. She smiled to herself when imagining a few months from now when you’d both soon be mommies.

“Happy anniversary, pretty girl.” You heard being mumbled into your neck, the sensation tickling your skin and causing you to giggle. The woman smiled from behind you, the blanket being the only thing to cover your naked bodies.

“Happy anniversary, Scar.” You held onto her arms that were wrapped around you, finding her warmth to be a sense of comfort. You both let out content sighs and held one another close, hoping to bask in every second of this moment.

“Mommy! Momma! Wake up, it’s pancake day!” Your three-year-old daughter yelled, bursting through the door to your bedroom. You internally groaned when you felt her jumping on top of you, poking at your face, and laughing when you grimaced.

“C’mon, mommy, I want pancakes!” You wished to have her type of energy at nearly eight in the morning, but you assumed it would leave her system in a couple of years.

“Baby, it’s me and mommy’s day today, just give us five more minutes, okay?” Your wife murmured, clearly upsetting the younger girl who gasped in shock. She climbed over to her already snoring form and let her knee dig into her ribcage.

“Don’t hurt momma, Rosie.” She looked back over at you, giving you her best glare that was a mix between anger and her puppy dog eyes. You always said she looked just like your wife.

“Don’t be on her side, mommy.” You sighed and, within only ten minutes, which was surprisingly fast for you, made a compromise with your daughter. She’d let you two shower and get dressed while she could help herself to some more playing time with her dolls.

The moment your daughters' footsteps echoed away, your wife turned to you, kissing up your arm and reaching to your neck where she whispered, “You think we have time for a quickie?”

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nataliasquote · 23 days

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Is It All For Nothing? | n romanoff

Summary: You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong?

Warnings: idk. just depressing stuff ig

Pairings: none. a small bit of Nat x reader but all platonic

wc: 1.3k

notes: I wrote this in 45 mins in one sitting. It’s written in a different pov than usual and idk if it even makes sense. I just typed and didn’t stop until I was done 🤷‍♀️ the idea just came to me and yeah :)

-⧗-

Frankly, being on the sidelines sucked. Everyone knew it yet no matter how many times someone engaged in small talk to be polite or proclaimed they were there to talk to everyone, somehow you were always left out.

It didn’t matter where you were, loneliness followed like a dormant disease. High school sucked, you were a nobody, but thankfully those years were in the past. But your fifteen year old self didn’t realise that your isolation would carry right on over into your adult life.

And sure, it wasn’t all bad. The nights spent chatting with new friends you’d made that day left you on an all time high, but that just made the fall that much harder. And when the low inevitably came, you could only laugh at yourself at your naivety, because why would things suddenly change? You weren’t someone people stuck around for.

Unfortunately, Shield agents were no different. Those in your cohort were nice enough to say hi in the hallway or invite you into group conversations. A couple even chatted with you over lunch. But you knew they only did it because they felt bad. You saw the difference in their demeanor; you were a spy for god’s sake. They were so much happier with their friends, and that didn’t include you, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself it did.

There was one agent who’s attention toyed with you that little bit more. Natasha Romanoff was a couple of ranks higher, both in social and training status. But she was always kind, no matter what. You conversed whilst waiting for your training session, mainly her listening as you talked. She was sweet, despite her intimidating facade and before long she had you completely wrapped around your little finger.

For a month, you both chatted any chance you got. If you saw her in the cafeteria, you’d make a beeline for her table, smiling at the other agents as you sat down. She responded to you, her eyes holding yours as you spoke, seeming actually interested in what you had to say. She would joke with you, calling you out with a laugh which sent a flush to your cheeks. You didn’t care what she said, she was talking to you. That’s all that mattered. Maybe this was where your life changed for the better. Evenings that followed those days would be blissful and you would fall asleep with a smile on your face, feeling on top of the world all because of the redheaded Russian.

However, as the weeks went on, days would go by with no contact. At first you just thought she was going on more missions; that was her job after all. But then you’d see that flash of red hair in a meeting room or one of the agents talking about something Natasha had said earlier and it hit you sharply in the throat.

Was she just like everyone else? Playing the pity card, building you up only to leave you hanging once she got bored? Natasha didn’t seem like that kind of person, but had essentially placed her on a pedestal, so of course she could do no wrong. That was your downfall.

Emerging from a debrief with Maria Hill, you tucked a stack of files under your arm and stepped out into the hallway. And there she was, a soft smile on her lips. You reciprocated it and made eye contact, opening your mouth to speak. You hadn't spoken in a few days and you hated to admit it, but you missed her.

But Natasha clearly didn’t feel the same. Her eyes caught yours and then darted to the floor, her feet picking up the pace as she walked past. “I’m sorry Y/n, I’m busy today. We’ll talk later.”

Except she wasn’t busy. Because there she was, standing at the end of the hall laughing with another agent in your cohort. It shouldn’t have been, but it was like a punch to the stomach and you quickly turned around, retreating back into the room you’d left to avoid her seeing you watching her.

You knew that agent. They were friends, everyone saw it. And she was nice enough to you too, but jealousy coursed through your veins and turned you into a green eyed monster.

What did she have that you didn’t? Besides the ability to win Natasha over, obviously. Every single interaction you’d had with the redhead suddenly started replaying in your mind, frantically scanning to see what went wrong. Did you overstep? Were you too pushy? Too clingy? You just wanted a friend, was that so hard to understand? Was it so bad to want?

You thought about texting her, but decided against it. You didn’t want to know the answer. What if your worst fears were confirmed? That she only spoke to you out of pity, and quite frankly didn’t want anything to do with you.

It hurt. It really did. Countless times you wished that she was the one that would change your bad history of making friends. Because when you were around Natasha, nothing else mattered. The days of no contact slipped out of your mind. You’d forgive her for anything in a heartbeat… maybe that was the problem.

You thought the world of her. And she saw that. ‘Never meet your heroes’ that’s what they say, isn’t it? And maybe she wasn’t quite at hero status for you, but you looked up to her. Praising her work when she returned from a successful mission, commenting on the ingenious moves she made to lead her team to victory. She was everything you wanted to be as an agent, with one seriously important factor.

Everyone loved her.

Everyone loved her, and nobody knew you. She was the prize rose and you were behind, stuck in her shadow. They didn’t see you as anyone but the agent who sucked up to Natasha. They didn’t see how hard you worked, how many hours you trained, how much effort you put in. And they never would. Because it was too much. You were a try hard.

A try hard in a room full of effortless people.

Effortless just like that other agent was. She’d been rumoured to move up into Natasha’s ranks and onto her mission team, leaving you struggling in the lower levels. It felt almost childish, yearning after the attention of one single person. But no matter how hard you tried, or how casual you tried to be, Natasha would never see you as anything other than a fan girl.

You knew she was capable of giving you what you desired, you saw it with that other agent. The way they laughed together, developed inside jokes and anecdotal phrases that they brought up in group discussions. You saw the way Natasha’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name, how she gushed over her but also teased her at the same time. Their effortless banter had you choking back tears as you sat one table over, watching with blurry eyes.

You wanted that so badly it hurt.

But if you stopped trying, stopped reaching out, stopped lusting after the perfect friendship you so badly craved with her, would she notice? Or would you fade into the background, silently, without a word. Maybe she would be happy, now that you’re no longer bugging her.

Maybe it’s for the best.

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The Gold

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: angst, au where clint dies on vormir instead of natasha, set a few months after endgame, relationship troubles😬

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: survivor’s guilt, breakup

Author’s Note: based on “the gold” by manchester orchestra and phoebe bridgers

You wake to birds chirping. Natasha has opened the window. She’s nowhere to be seen, probably in the kitchen or out for a run. All at once, a crushing melancholy falls onto your chest, the one that’s been appearing with increasing frequency ever since she returned.

She hadn’t wanted to come back; anyone could see that. She wished she was dead instead of Clint, instead of Tony. And she meant it. She wanted to be dead.

Because of that, it had never felt like a victory to you. You knew the others agreed —Wanda, Peter, Bucky— but that didn’t make it much easier.

Even the things Thanos hadn’t taken, he had changed.

You get up slowly, all too aware of the lump in your throat and the fragility of your heart. If Natasha so much as looks at you wrong this morning, you’ll lose it. Again.

You know she’s tired of it, of your mood swings and sensitivity, but it all stems from her and she knows that too. Those first few weeks after her return had set a certain tone.

Natasha is standing at the kitchen counter, staring at the coffee pot. You know why instantly. You always do.

“I forgot how he used to drink straight from this,” she murmurs.

“I know.”

You’ve grown used to Natasha’s blank stare: it doesn’t twist your heart the way it used to. Some days you think she found your biggest store of sympathy and dried it all up. You shuffle past her, open the freezer, and pull out hash browns.

“I was going to visit Laura today,” she says numbly.

“You visited her yesterday, baby,” you say, glancing up at her as you dump the hash browns onto a pan. “I think she’s okay for today.”

Natasha swallows. You can see the pain in her eyes, the sinkhole of regret. “I don’t have any other plans.”

“You could stay home with me.”

Your tone is neutral, but you know she picks up on the hope in it. And you can feel the distance that grows between you the longer she takes to answer.

“Come on, Nat,” you smile, like your eyes aren’t already stinging with tears.

“I want to be useful,” she pleads. “I… you’re too good to me here. I can’t be useful.”

It takes you a second to process what on earth she could possibly mean. Natasha stands quietly.

In another life, you could’ve said the words on your tongue. Could’ve told her that you need her like water, that the most useful thing she could possibly do is just be with you. But you know you can survive without her. At this point she must know that too.

And yet, there’s something yearning in her eyes, like she has faith in you.

The hash browns crackle and give you an excuse to look at them instead of her.

Somewhere deep inside of you, you know Natasha has always been fine without you. She doesn’t love you in the way you love her, in the way that would summon sympathy and energy out of thin air. She used to, maybe. It’s all bitter on your tongue.

She clears her throat. “I got an email. Apparently they want to give us medals.“

“You brought back half the universe. The least you deserve is a medal.”

You know what she wants to say to that. The silence is frustrated and thick, the lump in your throat quickly returning. You hate that nothing is easy anymore.

“I’m going to Laura’s,” she says eventually.

You can’t find it in you to respond; you can barely make yourself nod. The oil on the pan bubbles and spatters violently, and you realize that’s how your blood feels, singing your arteries and your veins and your heart.

When the door closes behind her, you close your eyes.

Your dad’s face comes to mind. “Don’t open your eyes for a while,” he used to say, his voice gravelly but gentle. “Just breathe that moment down.”

It had helped, especially in your teenage years when you were quick to anger and quicker to hurt. Regret used to swallow you whole. You had told Natasha that once, years ago, when you visited his grave together for the first time. She had been polite.

You don’t want to resent her. God, how you don’t. But the past couple of months have worn you down to the bone, and it would be one thing if she was fighting too, but she gave up on that cliff. You don’t know how much longer you can do all the caring for.

And it’s not like your relationship was perfect before, either. You had met her at a high point. It had always been a steady decline.

A hard wave of guilt nearly knocks the breath out of you, and you have to grip the counter to keep your balance. You love her. You’ll fight for as long as you can.

You eat the burnt hash browns right out of the pan, even though you don’t feel hungry.

By ten, Natasha still hasn’t come home, and you’re back in bed, blinking back more tears, since that feels like all you do nowadays. Now accompanying the gloom and guilt in your ribcage is an unrelenting discomfort. It’s that same old helpless feeling, the one that knows things are going to change and there’s nothing you can do about it.

The vertigo of it all rocks you to sleep.

You make it another week before one of Natasha’s nightmares wakes you up and you’re so full of discontent you can’t breathe. Still, you swallow it down and find her hand in the dark.

“Nat, you’re right here,” you whisper.

A squeeze of her hand and she opens her eyes, frantically looking around.

“It was just a dream.”

Wild eyes find your own; a sheen of sweat coats her face. Her breath heaves. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” The words burn in your throat. How many times will you have to tell her that?

Her head falls back against the pillow with a sigh.

Your eyes ache for sleep, but then there it is again, that realization that soon you might never be in bed with her again. You’re not sure how to appreciate it fully.

“Are you hungry?” she asks coarsely, staring up at the ceiling.

You’re not. “I could eat.”

She smears peanut butter onto toast into the kitchen, gives the first one to you. It must be the millionth time the two of you have been in the kitchen together, dark circles under your eyes and hair frizzy.

“You know I wish none of that ever happened,” Natasha says softly.

“Of course,” you furrow your brow. “I wish it didn’t either.”

“No, I mean,” she huffs. “I wish we didn’t change. I wish I didn’t change.”

It’s like something has pierced your heart. You can’t find anything to say to comfort her, because you wish that just as much as she does.

“I don’t want you to go,” she admits, her bottom lip quivering. “But I don’t want to hold you back just because I’m stuck.”

“Nat…”

She swallows thickly. “It’s your choice.”

You hate that you already know your answer, that you’ve known it for so long. You hate it.

Your arms wrap around her tightly as you take in her softness and her scent again. Her cheek is damp against your shoulder, your own eyes welling with relentless tears.

It feels like stiff fingers prodding at your throat and your chest: it makes you want to curl into a ball. You’re horrified at the idea of a life without her, especially one where you know she’s still walking around. But it’s either drown or freefall, and you need to give yourself a chance.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you mutter into her neck.

“It’s okay,” she whispers. “I’m sorry too.”

She holds you as wave after wave of bittersweet relief and regret crash over you, and you fall asleep in each other’s arms once more. The next morning she helps you gather your things.

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If You're Gonna Lie

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 691

Summary: You know she's cheating, but you'd rather hear her lies than leave her

Warnings: This is kinda sad and contains smut so read at your own risk.

You knew being an avenger and dating a fellow avenger was going to be hard work. You knew you’d go through a lot together, but you never expected this.

The red wine sits untouched in the glass you had poured for her. Her dinner has gone cold by now. She said she would be here tonight, but once again she blew you off.

Giving up, you chug her glass and yours before putting them in the dishwasher. Next you throw out her dinner and put the plate in the dishwasher as well and pack up all of the leftovers.

You should’ve known better. You should’ve known she would blow you off again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. You knew what was going on, but it was easier to believe her lies than to believe she was cheating.

You can feel tears threatening to escape, but you refuse to let them fall.

In the middle of your thinking, the woman of the hour walks in the door.

“I’m so sorry baby. I had to work late. This mission was just crazy,” she tells you. You know it’s a lie, but you’d rather hear her lies than see her leave.

“It’s alright baby. I know how hard work is,” you tell her. The words taste bitter in your mouth, but you choose to ignore that.

“Do you want some dinner? I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge.”

“I think I’d much rather have dessert first,” she says. You know she's doing this to reassure you and probably herself, and you let her. She walks towards you and places her hands on your hips and her lips on your lips.

She tastes like merlot, the merlot he gave her, and cherries. It’s a deadly combination to you. It’s addicting and you hate it. You crave it but you know you should leave. Yet you kiss her back fervently. Your hands tangle themselves in her red locks.

Natasha walks the two of you backwards so that you are pressed up against the kitchen counter. She helps you up, never taking her lips off of you.

Natasha positions herself in between your hips and slowly trails her lips down your neck.

“Nat please,” you beg. You can feel your core getting wetter and wetter the more she touches you.

“Please what baby? What do you want?”

“I want you Nat please. Please fuck me."

Wordlessly Natasha pulls her lips away from you and drops to her knees in front of you. She pulls your shorts and underwear off in one quick motion before going to town on your heat.

“Fuck Nat,” you hear yourself say. Nat wraps her lips around your clit and sucks. Your hips buck up against her mouth and you let out a porn star like moan.

You can feel yourself getting closer with every lick and suck. Your hips start to move like crazy and your moans become uncontrollable. You can feel Natasha smile against your pussy.

"Come on detka. Be a good girl and cum for me," she breathily lets out. At her words you feel the coil in your stomach unwind. Your release coats Nat's tongue and she continues to lick you until you are squirming away from her touch.

Natasha removes herself from your pussy and stands up. She kisses you softly and you can feel yourself melting against her lips.

"I love you," she whispers softly. You choose to ignore the stinging in your chest when you hear her words.

"I love you too."

After Natasha actually eats food you had prepared, the two of you spend the night with her in between your legs and vice versa. When she finally tires, she sweetly kisses you goodnight. She wraps her body around yours and quickly drifts off.

But your thoughts are running too fast to sleep. As you lay intertwined with Natasha you can feel tears threatening to spill. You hate yourself for staying, but you love her so much. You pretend she still loves you and that her words still mean something, because at the end of the day she comes home to you. Not him.

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widowmaxff · 5 months

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you don't know what you got until it's gone (PART ONE)

pairings: natasha romanoff × fem!reader

warnings: angst, sad ending (in this one)

-> part two!

When you arrived at your shared apartment that night - after your long shift at work - you had a bright hope in your eyes that maybe your girlfriend was there, waiting for you to come home, you always did that for her. But of course she wasn't there again like she had been for the past few months. Natasha is a superhero, obviously she was doing what they do, but she's your girlfriend too, isn't she? So why doesn't she act like it? - you thought.

In the first year of your relationship, Natasha was the most caring person you could ask for. You'd wake up next to her everyday, she would kiss your entire face telling how much she loved you, she would take days off to be next to you all day. And when she had to go to missions, she would apologize a thousand times saying that she doesn't want to be far from you. Now, she just leave a text to you. 'Went on a mission. Don't know how long it will take.' — she typed the same words everytime, you guess she probably just has the message copied already. There wasn't 'I love you' or 'I miss you' in the message, nothing that would show a little affection for you, was she tired of you?

You were standing in the middle of the living room, looking at the picture in the white wall of you and Natasha at a park near your apartment. That was the last time you and her hang out together. The last time she said she loved you, the last time you remember looking at her beautiful eyes and think 'how did I get so lucky?'. In that time, you wouldn't think your relationship would need a heal to get in just days after that photo.

Now, you just sit in the bed in the dark of your bedroom wondering if it's time. You didn't want to have the talk with her, because you knew she wouldn't know what to say to you. And if she did, maybe you weren't ready to hear what she has to say to you. Natasha could be mean if she wanted too, so mean.

Then, you heard the key on the door, your girlfriend was finally home. You took a glance on the digital clock next to your bed - 1:15AM. Natasha was earlier than the other days this week, was she finally going back to your 'normal girlfriend'? The heavy steps of her boots made all your thoughts go away. You took a long breath before she entered the dark room.

"Oh, did I wake you up?" She whispered with frowned eyebrows, seeing your form curled up in your own arms wanting it to be hers, not yours.

You signed before taking your eyes of the floor and look at her. She was still wearing her black suit, you'd always make compliments of it in the past when she'd go to work before you. You remember her face going as red as her hair when you'd say that things to her. "We need to talk."

You didn't miss how her body flinch when you said that words. She knew what you were talking about. "Right now? It's a little late, you know." Natasha almost run over to the closet, open the drawers looking for her some clothes.

"I know. But you always get home later than this all the other days, it won't bother you being awake a little more." You say dryly. She stops before looking at her feet, thinking about the next thing she would say to you, what she needs to say to you?

Natasha turns around. "Okay. What do you want to talk about...?" She tries to stay normal, walking towards you. You still had a cold look on your face, she had never seen you like this.

"Do you still love me?" That caught her of guard. She still loves you. Of course she does, doesn't she? Natasha opens her mouth, being amazed by your question. "Yeah... yes, I do love you, Y/n. I've never stoped loving you."

You bite the inside of your cheek, that was the first time in months that she had said that she loved you, but you are hating the moment. "So why don't you show it?"

"...What do you mean? I don't understand." She shakes her head taking a step closer to you. Natasha cross her arms underneath her breasts, waiting for you to continue what's in your head.

"I know you don't." You obviously knew it. She wasn't around. She wasn't the one who could stay with you on your most heartbreaking days, the one who reassure how important you are, the one who could say that everything was going to be okay. She didn't know it. "You are never around to know if I feel loved by you or not."

"What? Of course I'm around! I still live in here, I lay next to you everyday, Y/n." She has an annoyed face now, like you were taking her precious time and saying stupid things in to her eyes.

"Oh, really? So when was the last time you hugged me? Kissed me? Held my hand? Said you loved me?" You started lift your fingers for every word tha came out of your mouth. "You are never around me, Natasha! You are always working until it's late enough for me to be awake so you can come home! And I know it because Wanda told me that you all are dismissed much more earlier than this." You take a breath waiting for her to continue with the words. You weren't even thinking at that moment, just saying what's in your head.

"Just because I work harder and more than everyone else it doesn't mean that I don't love or care for you!" Her voice starts to be louder by now. "You have to understand that the world doesn't envolves around you, Y/n. That I will stop working because you need me by your side everytime!"

"Well, guess what, Natasha? I actually got used to not have you by my side for the last few months, because you don't try hard to make this relationship works!" You got up at now. She takes a step back making room for you, so you could scream at her annoyed face. "I wait for you everyday! You know you are all I have and the only thing that matters to me. So it would be really nice of you if you do the same for me."

She stays quiet. Looking at your dark eyes by now, seeing how you are really trying to not cry over the argument. Natasha sighs, her hand going to her hair massaging it, trying to think what she could say to you. "Say something, Natasha. Do something!"

"What do you want me to say? That I'm going to quit my job, stop being a super hero just because you want me twenty-four hours per day with you?!" Her hands form fists going to the side of her body, controlling her anger towards you.

"Maybe some days off won't kill you! Risk being by my side, Natasha." You shout at her, her eyes closed hard while her head going low. "Choose something!"

"You are being unbelievable right now."

"Me? Just because I want my girlfriend to spend time with me after months of not caring about our relationship?" Natasha's hands go to her face, massaging her temples trying to be calm, almost being impossible at this point.

She grows before walking past you and heading towards the bedroom door. You only start following her when she is already going down the stairs. Your heart was racing, was she really leaving you? Was her job more important than you? Of course it was. She was years working in there before meeting you. She loved everyone on the team and mostly being a super hero. You weren't the one who could make her risk her job for someone.

Natasha takes her keys before turning around and going to the main door. She still doesn't turned around to see if you were following her, because she knew you were doing it. Your girlfriend opens the door slightly, taking a deep breath. Her head turns to the side with closed eyes, maybe regretting all of it. The argument, not being around you, not being a caring person for you. "Don't stay up waiting for me." And then, she left. You don't know how much time you spend looking at the door, would she come back to you? You didn't know. But you knew you had lost the love of your life, because Natasha was selfish enough to not change for others, even if it means she would lose someone.

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natashas-girl · 1 year

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I still love you

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: none

A/n: based off of irl shit

Scarlett was a whirlwind. Scarlett was a summer breeze. Scarlett was the one real thing in your life.

Saying that Scarlett wasn't a force of nature in her own would be a lie. She swept you off your feet the moment that you met her, all peppered kisses and moonlight walks. Your three months of happiness were the best three months of your life.

They didn't feel quite so happy right now.

Two weeks. Two weeks ago, your phone had lit up with a text from Scarlett. Grinning happily and thinking, i wouldnt trade this feeling for anything, you unlocked your phone to see what she had sent you.

The joy in your chest dissolved immediately as you read the text.

We need to talk, the text said,

Okay, you replied, I'm free to talk right now. You had nothing left to do that day, and you had just finished with work.

You weren't going to lie to yourself and pretend that you weren't nervous. Your heart shook in your chest, your brain barely able to function.

Still, looking at the positive side of thing and denying your worst thoughts, you hurried to distract yourself.

You cleaned your kitchen. Beat every level of some dumb game. Wrote every word that you could remember of your high school graduation speech.

All while your phone was sitting beside you, with the volume turned all the way up, with you anxiously glancing at it.

It had been at least two hours already, right?

Ding.

Scrambling to grab your phone, you unlocked it to see. . .

Mom:

Hey honey, you coming over for dinner tonight?

Hastily typing back, not tonight, but thanks, you sighed and put your phone back down.

Okay. . . Deep breaths. . . Come on, what's the worst thing that could happen?

You hastily scribbled down the first thing that came to mind for each letter

Asking someone else out

Br-

No. You couldnt write that. You didnt even want to think that.

Sighing, you got back to distracting yourself.

Thirty minutes later, after scratching and biting all of your nail polish off, you had run out of things to distract yourself with.

Everything you did just reminded yourself of scarlett.

Your phone rang with a call- from Scarlett?

Nope. A scammer.

You sighed and began to binge a show.

An hour and a half later, you decided that enough was enough- you needed to text scarlett.

You were afraid to.

Terrified.

But, it could just be nothing. You could be overreacting.

Hey, are u still there? You typed.

You were about to click send when a message from her appeared.

I'm so sorry, it read, i just cant date you anymore. It's not the right time for me to have a relationship.

There was a whole other paragraph explaining why she couldnt be with you. Your eyes blurred few sentences in.

A tear slipped out.

You were shocked

Shook

Stunned

When a tear slipped out, your eyes cleared just enough for you to type a short and simple okay,

But apparently that wasn't enough for Scarlett.

Scar:

Great!

Scar:

We can still be friends though, right?

No.

You:

Yeah, i think so,

That was another lie.

#Scarlett Johansson #Scarjo #Scarlett Johansson x reader #Scarlett Johansson x reader angst #Scarjo x reader #Angst #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Marvel actors #Scarjo x reader angst #Sorry I posted this on my wattpad like a week ago lol but I forgot to post it here so it just sat in my drafts

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swaqcenix · 1 year

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༻Hidden Desire | N.Romanoff ༺

Natasha!ceo x fem!employee reader

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Parings: ceo!natasha romanoff x fem!employee, older!natasha x younger!reader (legal age gap) sort of sugar mommy!natasha x reader, dom! natasha x sub!reader

Summary: Travelling on trains can always be nerve wrecking, especially if it's to ensure your career path by starting your new job. The woman who sits next to you has you squirming in your seat, flirting endlessly out of nowhere. The trouble is, the world didn't insinuate that woman would be your so called new boss..

Warnings: 18+, smut (warnings will be added via those chapters), angst, fluff, self-hatred, power play, legal age gap, employee x boss trope, slight manipulation, slightly dark!natasha if you squint

AN: I'm having a blast writing this and I hope you're all going to enjoy it as much as I am writing it! <3

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⇾ chapter 1: Diesel is Desire

⇾ chapter 2: Wine-stained dresses

⇾ chapter 3: Office hours

⇾ chapter 4: Tossing out blame

⇾ chapter 5: Bitter burning love

⇾ chapter 6: Touches of ignition

⇾ chapter 7: Permanent marked skin

⇾ chapter 8: Moonlight hours

⇾ chapter 9: Mirrorball

⇾ chapter 10: Polaroid of us

⇾ chapter 11: Reckless and treacherous

⇾ chapter 12: Foggy haze

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff smut #ceo natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #mcu #mcu fic #marvel fic #marvel #scarlett johansson x fem!reader #scarlett johansson

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juiles · 5 months

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Mean to me

Requested: yes

Summary: you’ll find out ;) from the sticking out sucks au.

Tags: angst

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A/N: this is a request from the sticking out sucks au and i know it’s really short but i’m really struggling with my mental health due to work problems and i’m really sorry about that!

Also, i went the Jonas Brothers concert last weekend and it was AMAZING. My best friend and i had the best time spending the weekend together!!!

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Y/n’s pov

I sat atop the cliff crouched down with my pistol as i watched the team swerve in and out. I had been told to stay put. To not move which sucked because I could fight just as well as them but I’m not about to go against the orders and be screamed at. I heard a rustle in the bushes beside me and whipped around holding my gun out ready to shoot until Wanda stepped out. “It’s just me. It’s time to get back to the jet.” She said in the same cold tone I’m used to.

I stood and followed her to the jet, once aboard I sat in the back after grabbing my bag and waited for the rest of the team to trickle in. “Why didn’t you step up?” I looked up to see Steve standing over me. “We needed the help.”

“Stay put. Don’t move in no circumstances. Do you hear me?” I said standing up. “Your exact words Steve. I’m not about to go against orders.” Natasha stormed on to the jet, her eyes gleaming.

“I almost got shot out there kid! Where the hell were you?!”

“Being lazy as usual?” Tony said as he plopped down in the drivers seat of the quinjet and took off. I stumbled back and fell into the seat earning a quiet giggle from Wanda making me close my eyes and turn around in my seat.

A Few Hours Later/ Wanda’s POV

Nat and I were curled up in our room with a sitcom on the background as her fingers ran through my damp hair. “She was cute on the jet today. The way she stood up to Steve.”

“Hmmm… who?” Nat asked quietly.

“Y/N. Steve told her to stay put and when he tried to ream her out she stood up to him.” I said looking up at her, her face scrunched up in a thinking look.

“He told her that?” She asked looking down at me. “I reamed her out too… I didn’t mean too… I thought-“

“You do that a lot my love.” I sighed. She pouted looking back at the ceiling.

“I don’t mean to come off so harsh…” She muttered. I shrugged and let out a yawn making her chuckle. “Alright. Time to sleep detka.” Tasha pressed a kiss to my head and turned the tv off before the two of us settled down. I heard her soft snores pretty quick but couldn’t seem to settle myself.

I stood after unwrapping her arms from around my waist and made my way to the kitchen, passing y/n’s door. I froze hearing quiet sobs coming from her room. My heart shattered as I leaned against the wall for a few minutes before I heard shuffling and quickly ducked around the corner just in time to avoid being seen by y/n coming out of her room. A soft click announcing her closing her door behind her as her feet padded down the hall.

I followed down slowly, giving her time to do what she needed to do before entering the room. The way the girl froze and slammed the carton of milk down on the counter before she quickly shoved it into the fridge, grabbed the mug she had taken out back in the cupboard and quickly shuffled out of the kitchen making my heart sink even lower.

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gayerthanevertbh · 11 months

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the young mistress’ keeper.

pairings: scarlett johansson x fem!reader

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summary: you meet an actress on the subway and fall in love with her eventually, not knowing that she was married to someone else.

warnings: car sex, g!p scarlett, breeding kink, pet names, pure angst, cheating, age difference, cum eating, fighting - 18+ MINORS DNI.

author’s note: since m is leaving tumblr, i decided to write their request. please don’t go at least, we will miss you so much. hopefully you enjoy what i wrote for you :)

You thank God or whoever was up there that got you into the last train going home.

It was a cold winter night in New York, and everyone was out and about except for you, who was working your tail off at a coffee shop to help pay the rent. You were holding a book, barely reading it due to the commotion from the train, but you managed to read a few sentences. You sighed to yourself as you rubbed your eyes, going home on a typical night.

“Watchu reading?”

You looked up to see a blonde woman holding a bar and smiling down at you, unsure whether she was giving you a devilish smirk or a sweet smile. In any case, you responded calmly to her.

“Little Women.”

She clicks on her tongue. “Ah, yes. One of the classics?”

You nodded as you were about to start reading your book, but she asked another question, indicating that she may not leave you alone for the duration of the ride.

“I have a friend who played a character there,” she said. “And it’s a very good book.”

"It is," you replied cautiously, shifting your gaze from your book to the woman when you realized she was an actress. Scarlett Johansson? “A-Are you?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “You don’t mind, do you?”

You chuckled lightly, surprised that an actress - a big shot - was talking to you on the train late at night. On the plus side, there weren't many people there, aside from a couple of strangers sleeping on their seats.

“I don’t at all.”

The woman nodded and sat beside you, her bag against her lap, her face close to yours, staring down at your book. You weren't sure if this gesture bothered you, but you were happy to be sitting next to a famous person. She returns her gaze to you as she flips through her book.

“You got the old copy of the book.”

“My mother gave it to me,” you sheepishly smiled at her. “You like reading too?”

“From time to time,” Scarlett answered with a yawn. “I don’t read much anymore because I’m always out of the house.”

“Yeah, it seems like it,” you said. “I didn’t know the famous Scarlett Johansson took the train at this hour.”

“I still want to feel like a city person,” she chuckled. “Plus, I hate driving. Makes me angry sometimes.”

You both sat in silence, listening to the train's constant ruckus until it came to a complete stop. You watch as the door opens, but no one enters. She asked: “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you Y/n,” she took your hand and shook it firmly, smirking at you as if she was luring you into something. “How about we get out of here and walk around the city?”

You looked behind you to see the city lights and the sky, knowing you had an early shift at work tomorrow. You returned your gaze to her and shook your head, causing her to frown.

“I-I got work.”

“A day off wouldn't hurt too much, would it?”

She was definitely urging you to walk with her.

“How do I know you’re not a creep?” you snickered.

She sighs and stands up, taking your hand in hers, which electrified your veins and caused you to almost fall to your knees.

“I guess you just have to trust me.”

Scarlett walked down Manhattan with you the entire night. She said she wanted a friend like you because you weren't so judgmental and pushed her into something uncomfortable. You enjoyed hearing about her childhood and how she got into the acting business. You asked if she enjoyed working as an actress, and she responded with an amazing smile that will stay with you for days.

“I love acting and I always will, it’s not something I could just give up on.”

“At least you're committed to your job,” you said as you tucked your hands into your cheap coat. “It's nearly four o'clock in the morning; I should probably go home-”

“Where do you live, sweetheart?”

When she called you by that nickname, you felt yourself come to a halt. But you didn't, you just kept walking beside her and staring at the ground the whole time. You didn't tell her how much that name affects you physically; instead, you kept your mouth shut as usual.

“At the 48th street.”

“Let me take you there, then.”

“No, that’s fine! Really, you should go–”

“I insist,” she finishes you off, taking your hand as she squeezes it with care. You look up at her smiling at you, and that did it for your heart. You had a massive crush on her, she was too caring. “It’s okay. We’re no longer strangers, are we?”

Scarlett did indeed take you home that night. You told her you had a nice time as you opened your apartment door. But just as you were going to shut the door, the woman kissed you passionately on the lips. She runs her hands through your hair as she sucks on your tongue, terrified that she will lose this ecstatic moment that happens just once in a lifetime. It was risky and reckless, but she didn't care. She liked this moment, and she wanted it to happen.

You pulled away, breathing hard against her lips. “I uh, w-we shouldn’t have–”

“But you liked it, didn't you?” She asks breathlessly, licking your upper lip while her other hand moves down to the back of your waist. “You are by far the most interesting girl I've ever met. I like you, Y/n.”

You giggled in response.

“We met like 5 hours ago!”

“That’s enough for me to like you, right?” she chuckles, kissing your lips again with so much desperation within her – it’s almost despicable. “Go out with me tomorrow at my place. I make a good dinner, we could like… watch a movie or something.”

“I wouldn’t oppose that idea.”

“Good,” she says tiredly, bringing your lips together again before releasing your waist and pecking you on the chin. “Goodnight, Y/n; I'll see you tomorrow.”

You were thinking about how spontaneous this was as she departed. You met an actress on the subway, walked around New York City with her, and kissed her at your apartment door. It appeared to be a romantic novel, perhaps a fairy tale. But this was all too real, and you didn't know how you'd ever deal with it.

Scarlett had become your girlfriend at the end of the month. She drove you around the city and persuaded you to quit your job so that you could work for her in her small company. You work there a lot, but you spend most of your time with her at her Manhattan apartment. You'd bake for her, and she'd cook for you. When she needed some good fuck, you became one of her fleshlights; sometimes making love was also an option. You felt terrific about whatever you were doing with her.

Although there was something intriguing about her. Every time you ask to go to her house on Staten Island, she either refuses or starts a fresh conversation about the company. You didn't say anything else, instead allowing the issue to pass and leaving her to speak. It's as though she's trying to keep something malicious from you. Of course, you did your best not to notice. You believed her as much as she believed you.

She was planning to take you on a date by the second month of your relationship with her. But it wasn't anything spectacular; she just wanted to drive with you to the hills and stay as long as you wanted.

“I love this,” she sighed happily as she turned off her engine. “I love you so much.”

You smiled as you felt your hand being kissed by her, closing your eyes as she did so.

“I love you too, Scar.”

“You do?” she asked as if she didn’t believe you. “Even though I can be rough at times?”

You nodded in response. “Of course,” you whispered. “I love it when you’re rough, though.”

She lets out a deep chuckle and reclines her seat, asking you silently to sit on her lap. You let out a trembling sigh as you removed yourself from the front seat, sitting gently on her lap as she roams her hands through your shirt, unclasping your bra.

“S-Scarlett,” you moaned quietly as her lips pressed against your neck. “Don’t you think it’s a little dangerous for us to have sex in the middle of nowhere?”

“You don't like that idea?” she teases, her cock hardening through her pants. “You could scream all you want, baby girl. No one will hear us from here.”

“Are you–”

She kisses you deeply as she holds you close to her warm body, causing your body to ignite. “Baby, don’t worry. It’s okay, no one will hear us.”

Scarlett pulls down her jeans, pulling out her thick shaft as she pushes up your skirt, her eyes looking down at your white panties, making her smirk. “You wore this for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded helplessly as you felt her thumb brushing against your clit.

“Oh, baby,” she whispers with a moan, pushing aside your underwear as she grabs her thick tip, pushing it slowly through your entrance. “Gonna fuck you, m’kay?”

“W-Wait,” you stuttered as you tried reaching for the glovebox. “Condoms?”

Scarlett shook her head vigorously. “We don’t need it, baby. Aren’t you on the pill?”

“I am,” you answered. “I’m just trying to be s-safe here.”

The older woman pushes the length inside of you, both of you groaning as you feel her bottoming out inside of you so quickly. She clings to your waist, straining upwards as she uses your body to please her dick. You cocked your head slightly as you felt the tip brush against your cervix, almost imagining her being this large and destroying your insides.

“You’re taking me so well,” she whined loudly as she repeatedly ruts into you, both of your wet skin slapping almost irritating your skin. “You like this, little girl?”

“Ugh, yes!” you nodded, rolling down your hips to take more of her cock. “Y-You make me feel so good, Mommy. I’ve wanted this for so long, please–”

“I’m here now, baby,” she whispers, wrapping her hand around your neck as her lips suck on your nipple greedily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Scarlett brought her other hand down to your core, furiously rubbing your clit with her thumb as she pounds into you, causing the car to move wide, and your screams are getting louder and louder in her car until you were sure people could hear you from down there.

But did neither of you care? Absolutely not.

“I’m close,” she grumbles, her mouth hovering over your chest as she lets out a warm breath each time she thrusts into your cunt vigorously. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard for you, I want to cum in you…”

Scarlett cradles you in her arms as you feel her flowing inside of you, her warm milk covering your walls as you groan loudly around her cock, kissing her lips with so much love that you can't quite fathom them.

The woman moans and slowly pulls away, kissing your chest one more time before you return to your seat and watch her cock deflate after some intense sex. She brought her finger to your abused hole and gathered some mixed juices that you both shared, bringing them to her lips as she tasted the juice.

"We're going to be together for a long time, right?" she questioned, sounding skeptical. You soothed her by holding her hand near to your chest and nodding slowly at her.

"I promise you I'll be here forever.”

“Yeah?” She smiles sweetly as if she can't believe what's going on between you two.

You simply nodded. “Yeah, baby.”

You were carrying her child.

You had no idea what to do about it.

You wanted to call Scarlett, tell her the wonderful (or bad?) news, and maybe celebrate. But, before you took the test, your girlfriend told you she'd be gone for a few months since she was filming in London, which you didn't mind because you valued her work.

But as time passed, the apartment grew colder and colder, and you realized she might not be returning home as soon as you expected. So, with a kid on the way, you didn't know what to do but go to her house in Staten Island, even though you'd never been there before.

Maddie, your friend, drove you to the house. You were surprised that it was a mansion, and it appeared to be more to her liking. Your friend said, "So she's really rich."

"And she never told me about this," you muttered.

"Girlfriends keep secrets," Maddie said, rolling her eyes. "Now, go, maybe she's there."

Looking down at your lap, you snickered. "She hasn't returned my calls, so you're probably right."

"I'm always in the right."

You got out of the car and pressed the doorbell as your feet melted into the earth. Surprisingly, the door swung open, revealing a tall man who appeared to be a kind man. "Can I do anything for you?" he asked with a smile.

"I, uh, is Scarlett at home?"

"Are you one of her fans?" he chuckled and rubbed his chin. "Listen, kid, it's not okay for you to come by and play a prank on us like this."

"Oh um, I'm not a fan," you quickly said, stroking the back of your neck. "I'm her girlfriend."

He let out an agonizing laugh, making you feel smaller and smaller as you stood there for approximately a minute in his presence.

What was he laughing about?

“Girlfriend? I'm her husband."

Your face dropped as a result of that word. Husband? What did he say?

“I–”

"Although I've seen you with her a couple of times," he remarked, his brow furrowed. He remained motionless for a moment before letting out a long sigh and folding his arms about his chest, his expression filled with realization. "Didn't you know she's married to me?"

You shook your head, tears running down the brim of your eyelids.

"You're her mistress," he said flatly. "I'm sorry to have to break it to you like that, but you're her mistress."

"I'm sorry," you said quietly, wiping your tears away with the back of your palm. "I must be disturbing your time-"

"You aren't," he says, cutting you short. "In fact, we're only just getting started."

The spouse, John Doe, told you that Scarlett must've messed with your devices so that you couldn't find her anyplace on the internet - which you believe is accurate since when you tried searching for her, she didn't come up. He informed you that they'd been married for a few years, but he never expected the woman to do something so heinous. When he said heinous, you laughed inwardly since what you shared with her was considerably more than that.

At least, that's what you believe.

Maddie drove you home that night and looked after you until Scarlett returned from her shoot. When you were in your sweatpants, she knocked on your door and opened it till you saw her face again. You shook your head as you attempted to close the door, but she said as she pushed it shut, "I know you're pregnant."

"I also know that you have a husband."

She entered your flat and locked the door behind her before wrapping her arms around you and kissing the back of your head. "Please let go of me," you said quietly. "I-I can't even look at you right now."

"Baby, love-"

"You could've been honest with me from the start!" you raged, flinging your hand in the air as you watched her recoil at your words. "Now you're the one crying? You knocked me up! I was going to tell you sooner, but I found out from your spouse that you have a good relationship with him."

"He's lying," she screams as she grabs both of your hands and clutches them tight to her stomach. "He's lying, baby. We've been at war for a year, okay? I love you more than I love him."

You laughed sarcastically. "You're a great liar, aren't you?"

"If you could just sit down and-"

"No, I'm getting rid of this fetus inside of me until I no longer need you," you stated coldly, knowing it was true. "You got it? You talk to your fucking husband and leave me alone. We had nothing, and I will not be the other woman for you. I'm more than that, and if you won't give it to me, give it to your spouse."

"Stop," Scarlett pleaded, shaking her head as you uttered those words. Nothing else could possibly stop you. She kept touching your arms, but you pushed her away. "Please, Sweetheart, give me one more chance! I promise to divorce him soon, just don't get rid of our baby-"

"There's no such thing as a baby."

The woman got down on her knees and begged you to stay with her until you could trust her. But you pulled her away, trying not to think of the pain that had been hammering inside your heart and coursing through your veins. There was nothing but red, red, and red. The longer you looked at her, the more disgusted you were with yourself. You could've been smarter about it, and things could've finished sooner.

But she adored you in a way that no one else could.

At the end of the day, you ended your relationship with her and never saw her again. That, however, is a deception. You'd occasionally see her outside your apartment, her car parked a few blocks away, waiting for you to return. However, you never did.

What a way to conclude a love story, don't you think?

oof

#scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #a's oneshots!#scarlett johansson fanfic #scarlett johansson angst

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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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hellooo, i wanna request some story, this is kinda angst of something so basically, yn and lizzie have a date plan or dinner plan or something and yn like spent 2 days just fixing everything to be perfect for the plan but yn spent hours too just to wait for lizzie and unfortunately yn get the voicemail that lizzie cant catch up anymore because she has to do something else... so that's it... joint it with the conclusion if you want !!

PICK AND CHOOSE

PAIRINGS: Elizabeth Olsen x reader

WORD COUNT: 1863

WARNINGS: angst, guilt, arguing, kinda mean!Lizzie, jealousy, fluff, think that’s it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The candles were the only light illuminating the room, the dinner you had prepared sat patiently on the table, and you wore her favorite dress.

She was meant to be home early tonight seeing as the two of you had been planning this for a few weeks. But as the clock continued to tick, your hopes slowly lessened. You had tried calling her eight times already, and six messages were left in her inbox now.

You sat with a frown, sighing with sadness lurking in your body. You rubbed your tired eyes that had tears prepped and gathered the food into a container, placing a sticky note on the top and writing ‘you missed date night again, here’s leftovers.’ It took up until an hour later when she finally answered your call.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“‘What’s up?’ Really? You’re asking me what’s up?” Her brows tightened, her confusion growing.

“Uhm, yes? What did I do? I’m confused.” You were growing angrier as she continued to speak, and you felt your hands clenching until they were reddened.

“Hm, I don’t know, Elizabeth, what did you do? Oh, that’s right! Our fucking date night is missed once again, what a surprise!” You heard a deep breath coming from the other side before a mumbled curse shot from her lips.

“Look, baby, I’m really sorry-“

“I don’t feel like hearing it right now, this is the third fucking time in the past two months alone that you’ve stood me up! Do you know how embarrassing it is to dress up all nice, make dinner, prepare candles and a bath, and clean every inch of the house to the brim just so we could have one nice night that you promised you’d finally make it to?”

“I know, I know, okay? I’m really, really fucking sorry, baby. I promise to make it up to you, I do.” You shook your head in disbelief with a chuckle.

“No, don’t promise me shit anymore. I can’t trust a word you tell me.” The both of you were suddenly interrupted, her by the director asking for her presence, and you by a call by your friend.

“Go ahead and leave, I’m getting a call anyways.”

“Wait- look, can we talk about this later?”

“Yes, bye.” You nearly pressed the button before her voice quickly entered once again.

“That’s it? No ‘love you?’”

“I have to answer Scarlett, Lizzie. Love you bye.” You cut off her last few words that came in revult and answered the call quickly, apologizing for taking so long the moment her voice met the sound waves.

“Don’t worry about it, I was just seeing if you were doing anything. I’m all alone and usually I would love that but I need some company.” You chuckled, leaning against the counter once you grabbed the glass of wine you earlier poured for yourself.

“Yeah, I’m all alone too. Me and Liz were meant to have a date tonight but she missed it again, so I’m all yours.” You could hear whatever actions the woman was doing come to a halt quickly.

“Are you serious? Again, Y/N? Why are you still letting her treat you like this?” You looked down to your glass, the reflection from the red drink making you realize how crappy your life was slowly becoming. If it wasn’t for Scarlett, you’d be all alone.

“I don’t mean to. Can you just come over maybe? I made dinner for us and, well, she didn’t touch it so it’s all yours.” Twenty minutes later a knock was placed on your door before she walked in. She didn’t need to knock, she only insisted on doing so to alert you of her arrival.

“Hello, darlin’, where’s my food?” You handed her a plate that you heated up, as you had taken the foot out of Lizzie’s container and redid your little table design. She oohed at the candles and pulled out your chair for you before heading to her own.

“Mm, this is delicious, sweetheart; you always know how to feed me right.” You chuckled softly, picking at your own.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t let that bitch get you down.”

“She’s my fiancé, not a bitch.” You didn’t sound entirely sure or convincing on your answer, and she rolled her eyes jokingly.

“You know I don’t like her.”

“You used to. You know, before me and her got together, you guys were friends.” You felt as though you ruined the small bond the two had, and you didn’t want to be the fault. While you found it hysterical whenever your best friend would make fun of your lover, you still didn’t want to be the cause of their damage.

“Yeah because you two together opened my eyes on how aggravating she is.” You hummed and twirled the engagement ring on your finger, your eyes seemingly getting lost in the pearls that adorned it.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. Look, I’m sorry but if she can’t even show up to a few dates how is she going to show up to other important stuff? Like, I don’t know, birthdays, or something.”

“It was just a few dates though, it’s not like she missed our wedding.”

“It’s not just a date, it was something that was clearly important to you that you worked so hard on. She couldn’t even care enough about your date to remember it, what makes you think she’ll care about anything else?” You felt all your witty comebacks falling short as you had no response. She was right, Lizzie obviously didn’t care enough to show up now, who’s to say she ever will?

“Someone would have to be a complete idiot to stand up a pretty girl like you, and I don’t think those five years at college have been doing her any good apparently.” You grinned as she shrugged her shoulders, knowing herself that she was right.

“Well, now that the better person is here, why don’t we have some fun?” You failed to notice the dinging texts from your phone, and you failed to care. You fully engrossed your mind in the moment with Scarlett, because nothing brought you more joy than doing so.

‘youre hanging out with scarlett? wtf it was a date that’s it’

‘you know i dont like her Y/N’

‘fucking answer me already’

‘im on my way home, you better be there when i arrive’

‘why cant you just take sorry? i told you i was sorry is that not enough’

‘im nearby’

‘stop fucking ignoring me Y/N’

‘baby im sorry imma make it up to you just answer me please’

‘this shit is seriously starting to piss me off’

To anyone else, she would’ve seemed incredibly overbearing and possessive, but you never once saw her that way. She was anxious and worried to lose you, was all.

“You don’t use your phone anymore? If I’m the one paying for that shit then you can fucking answer my texts, Y/N.” Your eyes met hers as you placed your card down for the game the two of you had engaged in. It didn’t help you case how close you two looked as you sat opposite to hide your deck, your legs entangled and your bodies close enough to cause suspicion. You didn’t see it this way, and you assumed Scarlett hadn’t either, so you didn’t understand why Lizzie was so mad.

“Shit, I didn’t know you texted me, I’m sorry.” You quickly responded, but Scarlett was hot on your tails.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” Lizzie clenched her jaw tightly as she removed her jacket in a quick manner, throwing it on the couch as she spoke.

“I’m talking to my fiancé, Scarlett, and I don’t think you have any place in this. So I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” But she didn’t budge, only crossing her arms over her chest as you watched a small dispute form between the two. It felt like your world was slowly caving in even deeper, and every piece of it was caused by Elizabeth. Scarlett was the one helping you repair her damage, but it didn’t help when you continued on with your relationship still.

“Please stop arguing. I’m sorry, okay? I tried making this house perfect for you and I prepared a nice dinner and a bath, I even wore my nicest dress for you when knowing the pieces cut into my shoulder blade. You didn’t show up and that’s not my fault, and I’m tired of waiting on you for everything. So can I please just have one night where I get to be with my friend and actually laugh and smile before I have to deal with this again? I’m tired of it, Lizzie, it’s so tiring going back and forth with you constantly and I need some time away from you right now.” Their words came to a halt, and they both turned to face you. Your fiancé stared at you with a hint of sadness covered by disbelief, while Scarlett gave you a sorrowful look.

“Seriously? You’re this pissed over one date? We can reschedule or something, I was busy at work because some of us actually have jobs and have to make their own money for a living.”

“It’s not just a date, Liz. You put work before me now and everything has changed. Just because I’m not the one paying for it doesn’t mean I’m not the one putting food on the table, I do just as much as you by taking care of this place.” Your best friend stood closer to you now, rubbing your shoulders soothingly as she took your hand and walked you away. Lizzie followed after you two with complaints, but Scarlett closed the door to your bedroom before she could enter. The lock was turned, and while you felt horrible for not letting your partner into her own room, you knew you didn’t want to see her right now.

“Alright, beautiful, I’ll deal with her and you stay here and try and get some rest for me, yeah?” You nodded and stared at your fingers that tapped against your leg nervously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this a big deal.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, the woman outside that door is the one who did. This will never be your fault, and if she tries to make that seem true you let me know right away.” You were lucky to have the blonde help you so much, and you just wished Liz was able to do the same as her. But they could never compete, Scarlett would always win the way to your heart in the end and deep down your lover knew that, which is why she was so mad you chose her instead of waiting. But she also knew you deserved better than her, and she knew she couldn’t give you the same love you deserved. But she would never be willing to let you go, whether she knew it was wrong or not, you would always be her girl.

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YOU FORGOT YOUR CLOTHES | scarlett johansson

I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skippin'. You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you. Professor!Scarlett x Student!Reader, legal age gap. ( v short one. ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime! masterlist

Y/N'S POV

Me and Scarlett are secretly in a arrange marriage and we managed to keep it hidden from everyone.

It was no surprise that she felt nothing towards me but the cold treatment still hurts me sometimes, because this is not what I dreamt of and expect when I entered the married life.

You might say that I'm stupid but I fell in love with her already, it sucks but what can I do? Being married to her and living under the same roof for over 2 years, it's not impossible anymore.

To my surprise, I woke up first before her. Normally, when I open my eyes, she's already out of bed but not this time.

We might be in a arrange marriage and we— she maybe don't feel any love for me, but we still agreed to sleep on the same bed just like what married couples do.

I carefully climb out of bed and do my routine before heading downstairs and make breakfast.

Halfway through my cooking, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Goodmorning, Y/N." She greeted with her morning raspy voice. "Goodmorning." I replied.

"How come you're awake already?" Scarlett asked. "This is what time I usually woke up, you're just really much of an early bird." I said putting the last pancake on the plate before putting it on the table.

"Hmm, you can cook." She said, stating the obvious.

"I do."

We start eating in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable anymore since it was everyday.

We eventually finish eating without much talking and just minding our own business. She took a shower in our room while I use the shower in our guest room. Once I'm done, I change into appropriate clothing, and head downstairs with my things I need.

"I'll see you at school." Scarlett said once she saw me walking down. "Sure." I shortly replied as she walked out of the door.

I made myself a food for lunch and made sure to check my things before leaving the house making sure to lock the door and walked towards the cab. ___

The drive wasn't really that long and before I even notice, the car stopped in front of my school.

I gave the driver my payment before exiting the car and walking directly to my classroom.

When I entered the room, frown instantly forms in my face and my bloods starting to boil.

I saw her flirting with one of the teachers. I know, I shouldn't be feeling like this but I can't stop. I let out a scoff before rolling my eyes and walking towards my seat.

After that seems like forever, the bitc— I mean the teacher finally left and she turned to face us and start her discussion.

I wasn't really paying attention, I don't know what is going on but seeing her flirt just makes me mad. I mean, come on, she's still married to me. I just let out a deep sigh and tried to forget about it, which is failed by the way.

"I want you all to get a partner for your project." I heard her say in a cold tone.

Everyone starts getting their own partners while I still haven't moved an inch when someone coughs beside me.

I look up and saw Gabriel, my suitor, standing there with a smile. For the record, I never entertained him. I'm loyal even though she's not.

"Hey, uhm, would you like to be my partner?" He shyly asked and I was about to say something when we heard a loud bang.

We look forward and there she is, looking at me with stern and cold look, "Sorry, accidentally dropped the book." Professor coldly said and I internally smirk before turning my gaze back to Gabriel. Two can play this game, Johansson.

"Yes, ofcourse! I would love to." I happily replied which made him smile and his face lightened.

Whatever his reply would be got instantly cut off when someone shouted and I know very well who it is.

"Okay! Seems like everyone's have a partner, the deadline will be on Friday and no extensions. That would be all for today, class dismissed." She said and gathered her things, "Oh, and by the way, Y/LN please come to my office after this. You forgot your clothes at my house last night." She casually said with innocent smile on her face while my jaw dropped.

Everyone is in shock too, and I saw her smirk before casually leaving the room like she didn't say anything.

What the fuck?

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This Is Me Trying | n romanoff

Summary: Inspired by ‘this is me trying’ by Taylor Swift

Warnings: angst, break up, slight toxic relationship, alcoholism, glass smashing, no happy ending sorry

wc: 2.3k

note: happy TTPD countdown day :) thought it would be a good idea to post a Taylor fic before all I think and talk about for the next few days is TTPD 🤍

-⧗-

Some relationships are simply not meant to be. No matter how hard you force it, or swear that it will get better, the foundations were cracked from the beginning and no amount of work will ever truly fix them.

And as Natasha stood in the pouring rain, the wilting bouquet of flowers hanging limply by her side as you shut the door in her face, her resolve threatened to crumple like the cellophane in her palm.

She was convinced you were the love of her life. Days with you used to feel breathless and electric, a stark contrast to the strained atmosphere between the two of you now.

Natasha had tried everything. She gave her notice in at work, not just retreating to desk work but quitting all together, just for you. It was what you wanted, you’d made that clear. Your nerves couldn’t handle Natasha in that field for a day longer.

But that wasn’t enough; nothing ever would be. No matter what Natasha did, you were never going to work out. She quit her life for you, and somehow the rift expanded at twice the rate. Constant arguments and fights inevitably lead to an explosion of words that led to you storming out, the slam of the door rattling the windows in their frames.

You walked out that day and took a piece of her heart with you, leaving a broken redhead on her knees in the echoing apartment. Natasha began her free fall, not having work to consume every moment she had anymore.

How did Shield’s top agent drop so far behind that she was passed out on the couch mid afternoon, a bottle of vodka just out of reach of her fingers as her arm hung off the couch. Her hair was greasy, scraped back into a messy ponytail and her skin was blotchy as a result of her neglect.

When she wasn’t asleep, she watched her phone with her knees pulled up to her chest. It sat on the other side of the couch, the screen blank, and she almost bore holes into the glass from how hard she stared. Just willing a message to come through. A reply to the fifteen texts she’d sent you. One for every day you’d been gone, pouring what was left of her heart into an apology and promising to do better.

She thought she was the problem, her clouded judgment not allowing her to see that you weren’t all that innocent either. She never blamed you for being paranoid, working as a nurse in the busiest ER in the state had your nerves frayed anyway. Nevermind always being scared that you’d see your girlfriend on one of those gurneys, her name being added to a list of patients you’d lost under your care.

Fear made you cold and you took it out on Natasha. Did she deserve it? Absolutely not, but your words were out before you could stop them. The hot headedness between you both always clashed and on the nights you couldn’t solve it with heavy make up sex, at least one of you would be yelling whilst the other sat with their head in their hands.

Natasha didn’t know what she was doing when it came to love, you were her first and by the looks of it, her last. She was too hard on herself, and it hurt you to listen to the way she berated herself after a failed mission. But whenever her mind was set, there was no changing it. Harsh or soft, your words did nothing to change her destructive mindset and it was beginning to get to you. You wanted your home to be light, a place filled with love that you could return to after a horrible day. But instead it was dependent on how Natasha felt and whether you were going to be walking on eggshells that night or not.

But there was only so much creeping around you could do before your patience snapped. You didn’t mean to shout but it all happened so fast and suddenly there was glass everywhere and the last thing you knew you had grabbed your scarf and fled. Hands shaking on the wheel as you pulled up to a red light, pressing decline as Natasha’s name flashed up on your phone for the third time.

Twenty missed calls. Fifteen texts. Natasha was close to smashing her phone against the wall too. Her nose ran as she sat there, chin on her arm. Ears barely even registering the sound of the doorknob twisting or keys rattling in the door. She just wanted that message to appear, or even a phone call.

What she’d do to hear your voice again.

Heavy but tentative footsteps sounded down the hall before they stopped in the doorway of the living room. Natasha only looked up when a cough caught her attention, and the brunette in the doorway was certainly not who she was expecting to see.

“Y/n has gone to stay with her brother,” the woman began, her arms folded, unimpressed with the state of her friend. “Bucky told me everything that happened. Oh, and you look like shit.”

“Thanks, ‘Ria,” Natasha grumbled sarcastically, her voice low and monotonous. Maria walked over and grabbed her arm, surprisingly met with very little resistance as she pulled the redhead up off the couch and shoved her in the direction of the bathroom.

“I’m gonna clean up in here, you need to shower, and then we’ll talk.” Natasha went to protest but abruptly shut her mouth at Maria’s raised brow. “I’m moving past the fact that you haven’t called in about three months, so go, sort yourself out Nat. This isn’t like you.”

As the redhead trudged off to the bathroom, Maria collected up the empty bottles, shaking her head at the amount she found. How the same woman who had set records in Shield’s history and had the most prolific skill set she knew, had now drank herself into such a mess, Maria had no idea. Bucky hadn’t said much on your state but she doubted you were thriving either.

Once the living room was straightened out and all the bottles hidden away, Natasha emerged from the bathroom looking slightly better. She relayed the details from two weeks ago and Maria’s face fell at how Natasha barely kept it together. Her chapped lips trembled and her nails itched at the scars across her hands as she spoke, eyes looking everywhere but her friend.

“I still love her and it’s fucking terrifying,” Natasha cried, sinking her head into her hands as she hunched over her knees. “I’m not cut out for this love stuff, but I want it with her and now I’ve lost her. She won’t call, text, nothing, I’ve never felt so lost. I don’t even know what to do!”

“Nat, just breathe for a second or you’re gonna have a panic attack,” Maria interjected, leaning forward in her chair slightly ready to assist if needed. But Natasha just slumped back against the misshapen cushion and sighed heavily, zoning out on a bottle of whisky beside the tv.

“I’m trying, Maria. I’m really trying but she doesn’t want anything to do with me. What am I doing wrong?”

Maria shook her head and moved onto the end of Natasha’s couch. “You’re not doing anything wrong Nat, I promise. Ok, so the drinking was a shitty move, but at least you’re trying.” Her words seemingly fell on deaf ears but Natasha had heard her. And they resonated hard.

At least I’m trying… right?

“When was the last time you left the house?”

“I can’t,” Natasha croaked, her teeth chewing on her lip again. “I can’t go anywhere because all I see is her. It’s really fucking hard when every tiny thing is a reminder of her and what I’ve lost. Even the films, for god’s sake! I can’t even numb myself with tv because she’s somehow always there!” She gestured at the blank tv screen and came face to face with her disheveled reflection staring back from the black screen. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday, I tried-“

“It’s okay, birthdays happen every year. You’ll be there for the next one.” She gave Natasha a warm smile, and for the first time in weeks, Natasha felt her lips curl up slightly too. “I’m going to order takeout, and then you and I are going to watch a Bond film, no protesting. Give her time.” Maria spotted the phone on the table in front of her. “I’m also confiscating this or you’ll drive yourself insane.”

Natasha was too tired to protest, so she nodded blindly and let Maria drag her around. She didn’t admit it, but letting her mind drift away from Y/n for an evening was refreshing. Maybe she could do this. If she tried hard enough, life could be good again. She could work through it, toughen it out like she used to do.

After all, this was her trying…

But the same couldn’t be said for Natasha a week later. She’d woken up late and anxious, after a nightmare involving Y/n had shaken her to the core. She waited out the day with sweating palms but as the clock struck seven she couldn’t wait any longer. The weather was horrendous and heavy raindrops ricocheted off her windscreen as she drove to the grocery store, her eyes hazy in the streetlights.

Grabbing the first bouquet of flowers she saw, Natasha walked down the alcohol aisle to get to the checkout. But her eyes fell on a familiar bottle of brown liquid and she froze, almost dropping the flowers onto the floor.

The first bottle of whisky you’d ever bought her as a gift, the same one that was on the tv stand, now stared back at her on the shelf, the reduced sticker glaring bright. Without a second thought, Natasha grabbed it off the shelf and scanned it at the self service, her chest heaving as she fumbled with coins to pay.

The rain hadn’t eased up and her thin hoodie did nothing to stop the water from soaking into her skin. Her purchases lay abandoned on the passenger seat, the place you normally sat, as she weaved through the streets towards your brother’s house. She knew the way for emergencies and a single thanksgiving dinner.

But she didn’t get out of the car straight away, like she’d envisioned. The engine cut off and she sat in the dark vehicle, eyes trained on the front door like she willed you to come out and greet her. All the courage had suddenly fled from her body and she felt like curling up on herself like a scared child.

With a grunt, she grabbed the flowers, leaving the bottle discarded on the seat, and crunched across the stone driveway to the front porch, knuckles confidently knocking on the damp wooden door. Faint rustling could be heard and Natasha thought as though her heart would fall out of her chest and drop onto the ‘Welcome’ mat like a cat’s peace offering of a mangled bird.

The door opened. Natasha’s legs almost gave way when she finally saw your face, paler and a little thinner than it was before. She watched you take her appearance in, the soaked bouquet of flowers slightly crushed from their journey. Her mouth opened and closed, no words offering themselves up for her to use.

“I, um-“

“What are you doing here, Natasha?” You asked, voice cold. She wasn’t used to you talking like this to her, even if that’s how the last month of your relationship had been. She remembered the happier times and clung on to them for dear life.

“I just…” she trailed off, feeling so ridiculously hopeless. Maybe she didn’t quite know what to say, now that she was actually here. “I miss you- us. Look, I just wanted you to know that I’m trying, I really am, and I can do better. I want to make it up to you, please Y/n.” She held out the bouquet, feeling more like a teenage boy getting rejected by his crush.

Y/n’s conflict was so evident in her eyes, but she could feel her brother’s presence only meters away and she knew what he’d say if he invited Natasha inside.

It was too soon, and as much as she wanted nothing more than to run into her redhead’s arms, the smash of a plate still echoed in her mind and she couldn’t go through that again. Not yet anyway…

“I can’t, Nat, I’m sorry. I know you’re trying, I am too, but I can’t do this again.” Natasha’s eyes threatened to fill up with tears as she gulped. “Not yet. I’ll call you when I’m ready and we can talk. I’m really sorry.”

You didn’t mean it, but you had to shut the door before she saw your tears fall. It barely fell into the lock before you sank to the ground, shoulder against the door as tears streamed down your face. Seeing her face hit you harder than ever before and you wanted to run into her arms, feel her and smell her around you as you promised everything was going to be alright.

But it wasn’t.

And as Natasha trudged back to her car and leaned against the locked door and the rain beat down on her fragile body, she let out the most heart wrenching sob. The flowers dropped onto the soaking asphalt as she pulled her arms tightly around her body, trying to mirror the comfort that your hugs used to provide. She didn’t even care that she’d probably get sick from the rain, nothing mattered anymore.

Nothing mattered but you, and your name fell from her lips as she cried, tears mixing with the raindrops. She didn’t know you were crying out for her in Bucky’s arms only meters away, wanting another chance.

You wanted to try again, all for her.

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