(Book 2) The Dark Side of Fame - Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader

That's Money, Honey

May 2028...

Me: "Y/N Y/L/N-Johansson and her wife, Scarlett Y/L/N-Johansson, were seen out in New York earlier this week hand in hand, shopping with some friends. The pair have recently rekindled their relationship after a rocky period, but are said to be happier than ever. Y/N has been MIA recently, and has spent time in the UK, going back to her roots. A source close to the pair told us "Scarlett and Y/N are back on a great path after the madness of the last year or so. Y/N still doesn't trust Scarlett, but she's been working on that over the last few weeks and Scarlett is happier than ever to have her wife back in her life. Y/N has done a lot of soul searching over the last few months after her health scare and I think she's in a much better place than she ever was." Y/N looks healthier than she has before, we think. Maybe that's down to being back with her multi-millionaire wife?"
Scarlett: I guess it's not miles away.
Me: Honey, they're basically saying I'm with you for your money. I earn more than you anyway!
Scarlett: Yeah, only in the last couple of years. Your movies still gross nowhere near mine, don't get it mistaken.

I throw a potato chip at her as she laughs.

Scarlett: Happy to be home?
Me: Um, a little overwhelmed is probably the best way to put it. I feel like a bit of an alien.
Scarlett: That's because you are.
Me: Hey!
Scarlett: You're a very attractive alien, honey. Don't worry.
Me: Oh yeah, because that makes all the difference.

I kiss the back of her neck and wrap my arms around her waist from behind.

Me: So what's the plan for today?
Scarlett: Rose and Jess have soccer later, Cosmo has guitar practice, so it's just us for a couple hours tonight. I was thinking we could maybe...
Ollie: Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in.

Ollie drags me off Scarlett and hugs me, picking me up a little, before putting me back down and slapping my face gently.

Ollie: You're supposed to tell your manager when you come home, you know? You look good. I actually fancy you a little.
Me: You're gay, idiot.
Ollie: And so are you, idiot. How are you?
Me: I'm good, yeah. Just trying to keep my head down for a while.
Ollie: You're all over the tabloids, hun. I'd guess you're doing a pretty shitty job. But your outfit was banging so I'll let you off lightly.
Scarlett: It's my fault, I wanted to go into the city to walk around, so technically she's doing a good job. That's the only time they've seen her.
Me: I actually need to talk to you about something, I've had an idea.
Ollie: Go on.
Me: Well, I need something outside of acting, and singing. And you know how crazy I am on neutral colours right now. I met someone yesterday who's an up and coming designer, he literally works in neutrals only.
Ollie: You wanna go into fashion?
Me: Look.

I pull out a huge book from under the counter and show him my ideas.

Ollie: Neutrals by Y/N Y/L/N-Johansson. I like that. You have tons of connections in fashion too. Let me look into it. I love this!
Me: Okay cool, thanks Ol.
Ollie: Meanwhile, I have this for you.

He places a contract on top of my book.

Me: What's this for?
Ollie: A biopic that a rather large studio want to call Speedball.
Me: Biopic? So why do I need a contract if it's just a biopic for someone? Who for?
Scarlett: For you being super intelligent, you're pretty dumb.
Ollie: They want to shoot a biopic about you, Y/N. All about your life, the good and bad.
Me: I have nothing to tell that people don't already know, and I'm a pretty boring character.
Ollie: Why didn't you question why we sent a filmographer to the UK with you? You must've known something like this was coming.
Me: Yeah, I thought maybe for a documentary, not a whole movie.
Ollie: I need to let the studio know today, so what do you say?
Me: Scarl, what d'you think?
Scarlett: I've already signed onto it, babe. They just need you.