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

Bonding

Cosmo: Mom?

Cosmo opens the door slightly, it can't be much later than 5am. Scarlett bats me to deal with him.

Scarlett: Y/N...
Me: On it. What's up dude?

He sheepishly wanders over as I rub my eyes.

Cosmo: I can't sleep.
Me: How come?
Cosmo: I had a nightmare.
Me: Okay, did you do the thing? Where you think about a happy memory?
Cosmo: It didn't work.
Me: Why don't you get comfy in bed and I'll be in in just a second?

He nods and runs off back to his room as I get up and throw some sweats on, leaving the room and reaching Cosmo's. He's already tucked into bed, so he opens the duvet and allows me to climb in. He cuddles in and rests his head on my chest.

Me: What was your nightmare?
Cosmo: I just kept falling off the same cliff over and over, like you in Switch.
Me: Did it keep giving you a shock and waking you up? Those are the worst ones. Mine it always that I'm running on a track and fall over.
Cosmo: That's dumb.
Me: Yours is dumb too, we can be dumb together. Come on, sleep, it's like 5am.
Cosmo: It's 3am, but yeah, got it.

It doesn't take him long to drift off, so after an hour I pry myself away from him and head back to my bedroom. I pull my sweats back off and get back into bed, Scarlett pushing herself back towards me for some extra warmth. I kiss the side of her neck and wrap my arms around her.

Me: Sorry for waking you, go back to sleep babe.
Scarlett: Mhm. I love you so much.
Me: You're asleep, aren't you?

I get no response.

In the morning, I roll over to see Scarlett already looking at me.

Me: After all this time, it's still rude to stare.
Scarlett: Yeah yeah. How long were you in Cosmo's room?
Me: Not long, like an hour. Why?
Scarlett: Just asking. Was he okay?
Me: Yeah, he just drifted off straight away so he's fine. So last night...
Scarlett: What about it?
Me: You sleep talked.
Scarlett: Yeah I know, I told you I loved you. I wasn't asleep.
Me: Then why didn't you reply?
Scarlett: I wanted to see if you'd say anything cute if you thought I was asleep.
Me: Well I didn't.
Scarlett: I know.
Me: Sorry about that, honey.
Scarlett: You can make it up to me.
Me: Oh please, do tell me how, I'd never survive if I didn't at least try.

She laughs and straddles my waist.

Me: Right, this is how you wanna be made up to?
Scarlett: Why don't you show me how you'd make it up to me.
Me: Whatever you say.

Later that morning I sit on a Zoom call with Sam and the production team for the biopic.

Sam: "We want to make this as honest as possible, and as open as you're willing to be with the world. How open is that?"
Me: "However open you want it to be. I'm an open book, you just tell me how much you want and I'll tell you everything. You know Netflix basically did all of this a little while ago?"
Sam: "We're gonna conduct interviews through the whole thing so you can take us through segments of your life. Netflix weren't detailed."
Me: "So like a biopic then."

He laughs slightly, understanding my British sarcasm.

Sam: "Exactly like that. Is there anyone you can think of that would have a story or something to add?"
Me: "My sister, Scarlett, the kids. Probably Hailee if you're wanting juice on that. Julia, the woman I met at Holy Island, she knew the family."
Sam: "Any of your birth family?"