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

Gay Paris

Scarlett: Y/N, where the fuck are we going?
Me: Just wait.
Scarlett: We've been driving for nearly an hour.
Me: Not much further babe, I promise.
Scarlett: Are you driving me to my death? Is this gonna be where I find out you're actually a serial killer?
Me: Yes, I'm driving you to your death...of course I'm fucking not. And if you stopped whining about driving and actually looked out of the front, you'd see where we are.

I pull up into the VIP parking lot at Disneyland as Scarlett's eyes go wide.

Me: I have an appearance, thought you could tag along.
Scarlett: Of course! Okay, now I feel bad for complaining.
Me: And so you should.
Scarlett: Sorry.
Me: All good. So we have to be at the Marvel part of the park in a couple of hours. We have to meet the publicist and our French security just now but we're free to roam for a while.

We jump out of the car and put on our sunglasses and caps.

Scarlett: I wondered why you were dressed a little smarter.
Me: What? You think ripped jeans, a vintage LG T-shirt and converse is smart?
Scarlett: Honey, you're usually strolling around in sweatpants and a sweater.
Me: Yeah, when I'm in the house. Come on you. Could you put these in your bag?

I hand her the car keys as we walk towards our publicist. He hugs us and kisses our cheeks.

Marcel: It's so good to see you guys! Okay, you're basically free to do whatever until you have to be at Marvel. So your guide is here, with like a hundred Disney marketing people.
Me: A hundred?
Marcel: Don't ask. Just smile and wave.

I do as I'm told and laugh as our guide comes over.

Guide: It's so nice to meet you Y/N, and Scarlett, it's an honour. I'm Lea, your tour guide today.
Me: Lovely to meet you. I'm Y/N.
Scarlett: Pleasure, Scarlett.

We shake Lea's hand and follow her. We spend a few hours wandering around the site before reaching the Marvel compound.