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Scarlett Johansson

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Fluff (I don't feel like writing smut rn)

The rain tapped gently on the windows of the snug apartment, the sound complementing the calm evening.

Y/n was curled up on the couch, feeling a bit warm and unwell. It was the kind of sickness that had crept up on her during winter day.

A box of tissues and a mug of tea sat on the coffee table. Her cheeks were red, and she felt tired. Her eyes were heavy, and her throat was dry, she couldn't bring herself to move.

Scarlett, Y/n's girlfriend of six months, was in the kitchen, looking quite concerned. She had been taking care of Y/n all day, getting her medicine and making tea, and even soup, which was the only food Y/n could stomach.

Scarlett noticed Y/n's chest moving heavily with each breath and felt a weight in her heart. Y/n was usually so strong, incharge, but this sickness showed she was human too.

The smell of chicken noodle soup filled the room, which usually comforted Y/n. But tonight, the smell was too strong for her. She winced, and Scarlett quickly brought over a steaming bowl.

"I know you don't want to eat, but you need to keep your strength," Scarlett said kindly, placing the soup on the table and moving a strand of Y/n's slightly damp hair.

Y/n managed a small smile, her eyes glossy with tiredness and appreciation. She took a tiny sip, feeling the warmth spread through her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

The TV played a sitcom in the background, but the laughter from it didn't fit the quiet tension in the room. Scarlett sat next to Y/n, holding her hand and giving it a light squeeze.

Y/n leaned into Scarlett's embrace, feeling the comfort of her steady heartbeat. She could smell Scarlett's perfume and the faint scent of hand sanitizer, which was surprisingly comforting.

The rain outside grew louder, turning from a gentle tapping to a loud drumming. The wind made the windows shake. She held onto Y/n tighter, thinking of ways on how she could make her girlfriend feel better.

Y/n's body quivered, cold, matching the intensity of the storm outside. The silence was only broken by coughs, rain splatter and the occasional thunder.

Suddenly, Y/n felt sick and sat up abruptly. Scarlett helped her to the bathroom without hesitating, staying calm and caring.

Once back on the couch, Scarlett placed a cool cloth on Y/n's forehead and held her tightly. "You don't have to do this," Y/n murmured weakly.

But Scarlett was firm. "I want to. I'm here for you."

Y/n closed her eyes and felt the warmth of Scarlett's thumb on her palm. For the first time since getting sick, she felt a bit of hope. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day. Maybe tomorrow she wouldn't basically be bedridden.

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The next morning, as the sun kissed the horizon, Y/n began to stir from her sleep, feeling the fever that had held her hostage start to let go.

The fiery grip that had made her so sick the night before had loosened, and she felt a bit more like herself again.

She looked over and saw Scarlett, the woman who had taken care of her, sleeping on the couch with a book on her chest. Scarlett had been up all night watching over her, and Y/n felt really thankful for that.

Y/n decided she wanted to show Scarlett just how much she appreciated her help. She didn't want Scarlett to think she was just a burden.

So, with a bit of a wobble, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make tea. It felt good to do something normal again. The fresh smell of the rain outside was a welcome change from the stale air that had been in the house.

As the water boiled, she couldn't ignore the feeling in her private parts. Even though she had been sick, she still had needs, and she wanted Scarlett to know she appreciates her.

Scarlett woke up and saw Y/n standing there. "How are you?" she asked, her voice still a bit sleepy.

"I'm better," Y/n said with a smile that was warmer than any tea. "And I want to thank you for taking care of me."

Scarlett looked a bit surprised, but she could see that Y/n was serious. "You don't have to do anything," she said, worried.

But Y/n was determined. "Let me take care of you," she said, her hand softly touching Scarlett's face.

Scarlett felt something inside her melt. She could see that Y/n really meant it, so she agreed.

They went to their bedroom, a place filled with memories of their love. Y/n took her time taking off Scarlett's clothes, touching her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Scarlett watched, feeling the trust and want between them grow stronger.

Then Y/n kissed her, and it was like nothing else in the world mattered. They made love, their bodies moving together like they had been made to do just that. It was beautiful and intense, a reminder of how much they cared about each other.

After, as they lay together in the early light, Scarlett whispered, "Thank you."

Y/n kissed her forehead and said, "Thank you for everything."

The storm had gone away, and with it, the sickness. They had made it through together, and their love was stronger than ever.

They had promised to be there for each other, no matter what, and now they had another reason to believe in that promise. And as they held each other, feeling the quiet peace that comes after a big storm, they knew that no matter what life threw at them, they would face it side by side.