Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader

Sick [scarlett johansson]

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x Reader
Summary: Y/n is sick and asks her roommate Scarlett for help. Secretly they like each other and are too afraid to admit it.

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"Scar?"  A small, distressed voice causes Scarlett to stir in her much needed sleep.

"Scar, p-please wake up,"

The voice is a bit louder this time, which successfully wakes Scarlett up. She opens her eyes, searching around her dark room. She stops looking when she sees a shadowed silhouette in the doorway. 

"Y/n?" Scarlett calls out, her voice laced with grogginess. 

"Scar," Y/n whines from the doorway. Scarlett reaches to her bedside table and grabs her rectangular black glasses. She puts them on and rubs the sleep from her eyes. Leaning across her cosy bed, Scarlett turns on her light. She glances back to the door to find Y/n cuddled in her blanket, tear tracks staining her cherubic face. 

"Y/n? Wha's up? Why're ya cryin'?" Scarlett slurs, barely awake. 

Y/n sniffles and brings her hand up to wipe away a tear that had escaped her bloodshot eyes. "I don't feel good." 

Upon hearing that her best friend was sick, Scarlett is quick to sober up from her half-asleep state and hops out of bed to walk over to Y/n's slouched body. 

Scarlett stares at Y/n for a few seconds, taking in her appearance- flushed, pink cheeks, glazed over eyes, skin a lifeless pale colour. Scarlett cups Y/n's jaw in her hands, brushing the back of her knuckles over Y/n's feverish cheeks. She nods her head sympathetically when she feels how warm she is. 

"Can you tell me what doesn't feel good?" Scarlett speaks, her voice unusually soft and gentle. 

Y/n whimpers quietly. "M-My head is pounding and m'nose is all stuffy and runny at the same time." 

Scarlett nods once again, listening intently to Y/n, running her thumb back and forth over her jawline. "How about we go to the lounge and get you comfy on the sofa, yeah? I'll make you a delicious tea. How does that sound?" 

"Please," Y/n whispers pitifully, leaning into Scarlett' touch. 

Scarlett kisses Y/n's sweat-dampened curls. It was in a totally friendly, definitely platonic manner of course. Yeah, this is fine. She lets go of Y/n's jaw and squeezes her shoulders encouragingly. Y/n turns on her heel, heading down the hallway of the two's shared flat. She walks next to her, her hand on the small of the younger girl's trembling back. 

They enter the lounge where Y/n instantly plunks onto the plush sofa, sniffing mercilessly. Scarlett runs her hand up and down Y/n's arm before whispering a quiet "I'll be right back." 

Scarlett comes back into the lounge a few minutes later with a box of medicine labeled Cold & Flu along with a steaming cup of tea, as she promised. 

Y/n is curled into the couch, her right arm dangling over the edge while her left was resting on her chest idly. Scarlett's eyes soften at the sight of the ill gril. 

"Drink some tea, Y/n," Scarlett says in a hushed tone as to not bother her aching head. "I have some meds for you too." 

Y/n merely nods and pushes herself into a sitting position. She shakily reaches out to take the warm mug from Scarlett's hands. Miserably, she sips on the tea, burning her mouth a bit in the process, before setting it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. 

Scarlett sits next to Y/n and hands her the spoonful of disgusting liquid medicine. Y/n doesn't protest, gulping down the sour medicine without a fight. 

"I'm tired, Scar," Y/n murmurs, slumping back down into the cushion. 

Scarlett curls up behind Y/n, spooning her gladly. "Go to sleep. I'm right here if you need me."