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Requested - Scarlett Johansson x wife!reader with a prompt number 80. One is suspiciously well behaved because they scratched their spouse's car or broke something ~ 80 - “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” ( @pentagoniablue )
You and Scarlett had been together for four years now, married for two of them and living together for three. Being with Scarlett had its difficulties, for starters you still weren’t used to the attention that was constantly put on your relationship with the media and paparazzi. It was hard when she was away filming and you couldn’t be with her but you valued the time you were together just that much more because of that. People accused you of being with her because she was rich and successful but you were actually with her because you loved her, the moment you met her she made you feel something that nobody had made you feel. Then you couldn’t put it into words but after this much time you knew you were in love with her.
Scarlett was finally home for a while, finally finishing up with filming the new Avengers film that was coming out. She’d been back for a few days so far and you hadn’t realised how much you missed her until she was back. Currently, the pair of you were cuddled together in bed watching crappy day-time TV and catching up with each other, kisses were shared between the two of you as you enjoyed the company you both had missed dearly whilst she had been away. You were always invited out to wherever she was filming but more often than not you had your own things to do back at home so couldn’t make it.
“God, I missed you so much Y/N.” She told you before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away from her, grinning too widely.
“I know, trust me, I missed you too.” You replied with a small pout playing on your lips causing her to laugh.
“Do you have to go out today? Can’t you just stay here with me?”Scarlett asked you, giving you her own pout and puppy dog eyes. You nearly gave in and cancelled your plans but unfortunately, as much as you wanted to stay in bed with her all day, you had to go to a fitting for an event that was coming up soon.
“Sorry baby. I won’t be gone long, two hours tops!”You grinned as she flopped down onto the bed, pout not giving up. You leaned down and kissed her with some force, her kissing you back and matching your pace. Eventually, you broke away for air, grinning at her slightly swollen lips. You pecked her lips once more before rolling out of bed and heading towards the shower.
It didn’t take you long to get ready, Scarlett stayed in bed pouting at you causing you to grin and laugh, drawing a similar response from her. You couldn’t wait to get back home and in bed with her and you hadn’t even left the house yet, hopefully you wouldn’t be out long.
“I’ll see you in a little bit.” You grinned at her, pulling away from her after another kiss. She glared playfully at you as you left the room, shouting a quick farewell at your retreating figure. You went out and saw her car was parked in front of yours, so you quickly ran back into the house and grabbed her keys, it would be quicker to take her car instead of moving it and getting into yours. What’s the worse that could happen?
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The worse that could happened is that you could dent her car. It was a tiny, little dent, ok maybe it was noticeable but still you didn’t know what to do. Telling her was probably the most sensible option but instead you decided to stop at a bakery and pick up a treat for her and some flowers too. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too mad at you.
You got out of the car once you were home and looked at the damage again and from this angle it did look pretty bad, who knew lamp posts could be so hard? You pulled the bag of treats and flowers from the car and went into the house to see Scarlett in the kitchen. She grinned once she saw you, her eyebrows lifting once she saw what was in your hands.
“Hey baby.” You greeted with a smile as you made you way over to her, giving her a kiss before pulling away and handing her the bag and flowers. She questioned you slightly, but you just grinned and began to load the dishwasher, the job she was doing when you had entered the house. Throughout the day and into the night, you were the best wife. Doing chores and whatever else needed doing, dotting on Scarlett, making sure she was happy. You even made dinner that night.
“You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” She asked you over dinner, a smile on her face as she did. Clearly she was enjoying your behaviour, why wouldn’t she? You’d done all the chores you were procrastinating and then some.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I thought I’d just help around the house.” You told her, looking at her as innocently as you could. She raised an eyebrow and stared at you; you broke within moments. “OK, so I may have accidentally dented your car. It’s not that big of a deal though, you can barely notice it!” Scarlett looked at you for a moment before laughter came out of her, that was the last thing you were expecting.
“I know, I saw it earlier but since you were doing such a good job helping I thought I’d let you carry on. By the way, your fixing my car.”
You both went to bed that night, cuddled together, feeling light and laughing quietly amongst yourselves. You missed Scarlett and would savour every moment you got with her, even if it meant you had to fix a car.
Exam Day Stress
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A/N - This wasn’t requested but today is result’s day in the UK and I’ve been stressed about it all week. I got into the university I wanted though with better grades than I thought I’d get!! If you got results today I hope you got what you wanted, if not well it’s not the end of the world but I hope this makes you feel a bit better!x
Earlier in the year you had taken your exams, exams that would determine whether or not you got into university. At the time you felt confident but now, days before you were due to get your results, you felt the nervousness kick in.
For most of the summer you had been able to focus on other things, you’d gone camping with your boyfriend, Tom Holland, been to a few festivals with your friends, plenty of day trips with everyone. Making memories was basically your plan for this summer but now Tom was away for a few days, arriving back the day of your results day, and your friends were in the same boat as you when it came to stressing.
Having Tom around, or even texting him, lifted a weight off of your shoulders. He’d watched you put so much pressure on yourself, had helped you with revision cards, quizzing you and helping you memorise things he had no clue on. You really appreciated how amazing he had been, even with his busy schedule around exam season, what with Endgame coming out and everything.
Somehow you made it through exam season without breaking down too much, the stress of your subjects was immense but you were able to organise everything and make it a bit easier to deal with. Tom made sure that you weren’t pushing yourself too far and also made sure you drank and ate when you forgot. You really did love that man.
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The day before results day arrived and you were anxious. Tom had called you earlier today on the phone and you had ended up crying due to the stress, you couldn’t wait for him to be home but knew he wasn’t likely to be back until early hours. Tom felt guilty that he couldn’t be there to help relieve you of some of the stress you were feeling but you assured him that he was helping more than he knew.
That night you settle in and decided that you might as well try to relax, not that you believed you’d be able to. You went to your bathroom and washed your face before pulling out a face mask, after applying it you went back to your room just as the phone started ringing. Smiling to yourself you answered the FaceTime call, your smile growing once Tom’s face appeared on your screen. As you spoke to him you felt yourself calming down slightly, he kept you talking for hours, only stopping for you to pull your face mask off, and ending the call when he had to board the plane.
Midnight came and you couldn’t sleep. You’d refreshed the site that told you your grades and the site that told you if you’d gotten into the university of your choice, knowing that they wouldn’t be updated until 12:00 PM but still feeling disappointed when nothing showed up. You stayed up for a while, aimlessly scrolling through all the results day memes that were on Twitter which only made you feel more on edge but also amused.
Eventually you fell asleep around 4AM, waking up with a groan as your alarm clock sounded. You had definitely not had enough sleep but at the same time you were bubbling with nervous excitement. Checking your phone you saw you had a few texts, some from friends who were as nervous as you, some from your family wishing you luck and then one from Tom. You smiled at your phone as you typed back a reply before dragging yourself out of bed.
You quickly threw on a sweater and a pair of jeans, running a brush through your hair, then you went into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You decided that would do. No way were you putting on makeup just to cry off if things went south, you were only running in and out of college anyway so there was no need for much effort.
Once you were done you sat on your bed and waited for Tom to call you. Once he did you headed outside, grinning as you saw him, before getting into his car. As soon as you were in he was leaning over to kiss you, happily you kissed back. When he pulled back he grinned at you, you automatically returning it.
“Ready baby?” He asked causing you to laugh and shake your head. You were nervous but having Tom here helped. On the way to your college he filled the time with talking about his trip, the interviews and the cast, telling a funny story about Chris Hemsworth that had you laughing loudly.
Before you knew it Tom had pulled up and cut the engine. In moments you would know the fate of all your hard work.
“Whatever happens, you know you did your best. Your gonna get into that uni you want because you’ve worked so hard, I know it!” He told you confidently, leaning over to kiss you again causing you to relax a bit.
You both got out of the car, you immediately grabbing Tom’s hand in a tight grip as you made your way into the hall. It was packed but you managed to find the queue for your name. Tom could see the nerves you were feeling and pulled you into a tight hug as you waited, kissing your head and murmuring sweet reassurances as he did. It helped you feel a bit better as you stepped forward, telling the man your name. He handed your results over and you both moved of to the side.
“This is it.” You said before opening the envelope you had been handed.
“Oh my God!” You mumbled, “Oh my God!” You repeated a few more times, getting louder each time. Tom was grinning just as widely as you were as you pulled him into a tight hug. Pulling away moments after you showed him the piece of paper, his grin only widened as he took in the amazing results you had got.
“Well done darling! I never doubted you for a moment, all your hard work paid off.” He praised before kissing you sweetly. When he pulled away you looked down at the paper in disbelief.
After talking to a few teachers who grabbed you before you could leave, you were finally making your way back to Tom’s car.
“How about a McDonald’s breakfast for now and I’ll take you out tonight to that restaurant you like to celebrate.” You quickly agreed, the grin not leaving either of your faces. You were so proud of yourself, as was Tom. You thanked him repeatedly for putting up with your stress during the exam period and the waiting period causing him to laugh and roll his eyes. God, Tom really was the best.