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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒔

hello! here is the thing I was cooking up, I had this fic idea when I heard the song, and I thank @catt-leya for helping me, and @royalsweetteaa for basically encouraging me. I hope you all enjoy.

summary - you come home and find your boyfriend in bed with your best friend, how do you react?

warning - cheating, thoughts of death and killing, choking, discussion about sexual acts, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Your heels click against the wood of your porch, and your hand digs through your bag as you try to find your house key. It had been a whirlwind the last few years after that woman had found the man known as Edward in the house above the hill, and everyone was going crazy over his hands being scissors. You two became close. Even your best friend Kim had pushed for you to pursue those feelings, feigning happiness when Edward accepted your proposal to be your boyfriend.

You two had been living happily ever since, and you were excited to get inside to see him. He always seemed to brighten your day, something no one else had ever been able to do. You unlocked the door and stepped into your house, furrowing your brows slightly when Edward didn’t immediately greet you like he usually does, but maybe he was caught up in something. You hang your bag up, noticing that the heater isn’t on, so you keep your coat on. You sigh and head toward your bedroom, wanting to be in Edward’s arms, maybe even take a hot bubble bath with him.

“Hey, baby. I missed y–” You stop when you enter the room, your mouth falling open, and a fire stirs behind your eyes. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company.” There he was, your boyfriend lying there with nothing on but a goofy smile and a platinum blonde, also known as your best friend, Kim. Your nostrils flare, and you glare. “I can’t believe you’d do this on our bed.”

Edward tries to find words. “I–I didn’t… S–she told me this was okay?” Beforehand you would’ve thought his stuttering was cute, the way he seemed so innocent and kind. He looks between you and Kim, covering his body with the sheets, and your eyes notice how ruined they are from his scissors.

Kim smirks, looking at you with the fakest innocent look ever. “Oops, I guess I did.” She shrugs as if she didn’t just fuck your boyfriend for no reason.

Your hand twitched, eyes looking over to the drawer that holds your gun, and you contemplate. “I got a pistol, and I got a bullet, and I also have a pissed-off finger just itchin’ to pull it.” You growl, and their eyes widen, but then your eyes catch yours in the full-length mirror, and you imagine yourself in prison clothes, scrunching your nose. You look back to the two most awful people in your life, “The only thing keepin’ me from losing my head is I hate stripes, and orange ain’t my colour, and if I squeeze that trigger tonight. I’ll be wearing one or the other.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “There’s no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion.”

“S–sweets–” You cut Edward off with a glare, walking deeper into the room and into your closet. You reach down and grab your suitcase, roughly placing it on the bed and giggling when Kim lets out a pained gasp.

“Oops, I guess I didn’t see you there.” You begin to pack your clothes, ignoring Edward and Kim, getting out of bed and quickly putting their clothes back on. You know he is having a bit of trouble, yet you can’t find it in you to care anymore. “Huh, but if I did kill you tonight. I could fall in love with a prison guard…” You blink, sighing as you think about it. You continue to pack, not bothering to look at them and decide to talk to yourself. “I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard. Don’t think hard time would be that hard on me.” Your hand twitches as you pile more clothes in, itching to grab that gun and shoot them between the eyes.

“I–I… I didn’t mean to…” Edward stutters, nervously gulping as he tries to take a step forward. You can hear the clang of the blades as he begins to fiddle with his fingers, a nervous habit of his when he feels he did something wrong but doesn’t exactly know what or how to fix it. “I…I–I love y–” You cut him off with a glare, not letting him finish.

“You don’t love me, Edward. I know you used to live isolated, but you haven’t in a long time now. You would’ve known that this wasn’t right. You would’ve known that what we shared together isn’t meant to be shared with someone else, especially her.” Your sharp gaze lands on the little tramp you used to call a best friend. “I hope you feel happy with yourself, I should’ve known you would’ve done something, but I didn’t think you’d wait three years later.” You begin throwing everything into the suitcase, not caring if it’s neat. You can’t be around them any longer. You feel so many emotions inside you, some ready to burst and others you don’t want to let out. You moved over to the drawer with the gun inside, feeling that urge prepared to escape. “You know, I could pick up trash on the side of the road, but I’d die if I saw someone I know.” You know the words were random, but you also knew they were reaching them, showing them that you were contemplating killing them for their crime. “Ain’t the chains. It’s the clothes that’s stopping me. Oh, and one shot ain’t worth a bad mugshot. God knows I wouldn’t be caught holding up a number while the whole towns starin’ at the picture in the paper of me wearing stripes.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/n. You aren’t even making sense. You’d really kill us over sex?” You laugh, unable to stop it from slipping. Kim dared to say that, thinking what she did was not wrong. You couldn’t believe her. She dared sleep with your boyfriend, the man you could see the rest of your life with, for what?

“I’m sorry, what?” The smile on your face slowly slips from your face, replaced with a murderous look. “It’s not just sex, Kimmy Bear. It’s betrayal. Don’t you remember I saw how you looked at him three years ago? Even though you had a boyfriend, I told you that you could give it a shot even though you knew I liked him. I was willing to push aside my feelings, for you, and this is how you repay me after everything. You broke us.” You step closer to her, backing her into the wall. “I gave you a chance, but you told me I could have him. You said you were happy for me. You let me fall deeply in love for what? For you to fuck him three years later, why? What did I ever do to you?” You growl, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

“What did you do to me?! You stole my man!” You laugh again, causing her to flinch, growing angrier. “Why the hell do you keep laughing?” She smirks, thinking of something to say to possibly hurt you and stop you from laughing. “Did you forget I fucked him? Oh, I fucked him so well. You should’ve seen how he begged me, how adorable he looked underneath and on top of me. You should’ve heard how he whimpered as I sucked him into my mouth.”

You could feel your heart breaking inside your chest, looking between them. You didn’t need to know the details of what happened.

“Oh, and you should’ve seen how excited he was to taste me. To get between my legs, it’s as though you’ve been starving him.”

Maybe orange and stripes could be your colour. You could say it was self-defence. Your mind was racing. What could you do? What were your options? Before you can even think, your hand wraps around her throat, choking her. Her eyes widen, fingers clawing into you as she tries pulling you off her.

“Y–Y/n, what… What are you doing?” Edward stumbles over, “S–stop!” He anxiously bounces on his feet, and he whimpers when you glare.

“Why should I stop? You didn’t.” You watch her begin to lose air, eyes rolling back into her head before you let go. You watch her pathetically fall to the ground, gasping for breath. Edward falls alongside her, making sure she’s okay. “Huh. Well, I guess you can have each other.” You walk over to your suitcase, zip it shut and grab it. You look at them one last time before you leave the room and the house.

“The only thing savin’ your life is that I don’t look good in orange, and I hate stripes.” You sing as you get into your car, vowing never to return to this dreadful town.

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black--cherryy · 4 months

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Pirates of the caribbean Reactions

☁️ Fluff ☁️

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Jack smirking cuz u look so adorable and small trying to sound serious before u leave to go on land.

Him realizing that u won't see each other for 10 years and u leaving with tears in ur eyes.

U wanted to hear the truth about his feelings towards u so he proved it while the two of u were alone.

Jack caught him staring at u and yelled it through the whole ship making him pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Him smiling at u for the last time before u leave to go with Jacks crew on the sea.

U brought Jacks compass that beckett desired so much and he smirked at how faithful u are.

U injured ur leg really badly while walking to the fountain of youth and couldn't walk further so Philip offered to help u.

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deppsessed · 2 years

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Pre-show Ritual

Pairing: Johnny Depp x reader

Summary: Just a little backstage moment set before Johnny playing a concert and me easing my way back into the writing world.

The backstage had the usual organised, chaotic atmosphere. It felt a little like walking into a war zone, with the members of the crew wheeling around boxes of equipment, and racks of instruments all headed in the same direction of the backstage area. Show time was around an hour away, and the preparation phase to make sure that everything was perfect was in full force, in the usual madness.

From the hallway, outside of the dressing rooms, the sounds of an electric guitar being strummed could be heard. It was almost like a pre-show ritual of sorts for Johnny. He’d sit and play whatever came to his mind on his guitar before a show, or put on a record, sometimes playing along to that instead. It was a moment of peace for him before going out on the stage in front of a crowd of thousands.

I took a moment to listen to him, but also didn’t want to interrupt him. So, I waited until there was a lull in the chords that he was playing before reaching out to gently knock on his door.

The door opened to reveal his familiar face, which immediately lights up into a grin – even his eyes look as if they’re smiling. “Hi, doll.” He greets in that husky, Southern drawl. As quickly as the door opened, he has a light hold on my wrist and pulls me into the room. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it tonight.” He wraps his arms around me in a tight, warm embrace. Inhaling a breath, I can smell the familiar allure of liquorice, tobacco and leather around him. Being this close to him feels warm and safe.

“Then you don’t know me at all... Because there’s no way I was going to miss this.” Tonight’s show was one that Johnny had been excited about and talking about for weeks. With how well the tour had been going, it was no surprise that it was a complete sell-out.

“I’m glad that you’re here.” Johnny pulls back from the hug to look down at me, and a smile crosses his lips. “You know, I think that I play better when I know that you’re there.”

I can feel the heat of a blush rise into my cheeks. He has a way with words and knows exactly what reaction he’s going to get with them. “You sounded like you were doing perfectly fine before I knocked on the door – what was that that you were playing?”

It was his turn to blush at the realisation of having someone listening to the solo jam session that he’d been having. “Stuff. Just a few things that I’ve been working on.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly before moving across the room to the couch that he had been previously sitting on. “I’ll clear a space so you can have a seat.”

As he brings it up, I can see what he’s talking about. The two couches situated in the room are filled with stuff. Scarves and jackets are thrown about the place along with a large quantity of leather notebooks, pens and paint brushes. It always amazes me how quickly he can clutter up a place with his stuff and things, but as he once put it, it’s a home away from home for him, a place that he can retreat to, so he does make it his space as much as he can manage.

Johnny’s idea of clearing space is moving the clutter from one couch, to making an even bigger pile of mess on the other, but I still take the chance to sit down. “Is there anything you need? A drink? Cigarette?” He asks as he takes the spot beside me.

“I’m good.”

“Then do you mind if I–?”

He doesn’t give me much of a chance to answer, since he’s already reaching into his pocket for his rolling tobacco and papers. The way that he rolls out a cigarette is like a ritual, an art of sorts, with how he does every step with such precision. He flicks his lighter to catch the end of the newly rolled cigarette. “I’ll show you what I was playing, if you’d like—” He trails off to look at me, as if he’s asking for approval to continue.

“I’d love that,” I tell him with a nod of my head and an encouraging smile.

He reaches for the guitar nearby and starts to play some notes and chords, it sounds as if he’s making the strings cry and sing with his fingertips. When he stops, silence fills up and takes over the room.

“It’s beautiful, John.”

He takes a long drag on the cigarette that he’s smoking. “Do you think so? I haven’t found the right words to fit it yet, but it’s a work in progress, I suppose…”

“I can’t wait to see what you end up doing with it.” He tilts his head to the side and moves closer, close enough that I can taste the smoke from his lips. “Thank you.” He breathes softly. “And for being here-” He leans further forward, closing any gap between us.

“Johnny!” Just as his lips are about to touch mine, there’s a loud bang on the door and a booming voice on the other side. “Two minutes and you’re on stage. Come on! Wake up!”

“Sorry.” He pulls away and produces a sheepish smile, like he’s a teenage boy that’s just been caught in the act. “I need to-” He scratches at the back of his neck nervously.

“Go.” I laugh and nudge him playfully, which prompts him to stand up. “Before they call a search party and haul you out of here.”

“Will I see you in the usual place at the side of the stage?” He asks.

I place my hand on top of his, smile, and nod my head. “I’ll be standing right there.”

#johnny depp #johnny depp x reader #johnny depp fanfic

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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— fate • j.d

hiii can you pleassseee do a JD one shot - where sweet reader (not famous) has a hugeee crush on him, he has no idea but everyone else does & when she does eventually confess, he doesn't feel the same way. but he can't seem to get her out of his head after it and eventually he realizes she's it and catches her by surprise w a passionate kiss/confession!! (age gap, fluff) request by anon

summary: even when Johnny convinces himself he doesn't feel the same way about y/n, maybe, they were indeed meant to be together

pairing: Johnny Depp X personal assistant!reader

warning: fluff

Y/n stared lovingly at Johnny as he acted out his lines to perfection, her hands full with his things: his water bottle, script for the next take, and buch other things.

The more she kept looking at Johnny, the more she realised how hard she'd fallen and to the point of no return. She knew she shouldn't feel the things she's feeling with almost thirty years of age gap and their boss-employee relation, but how could anyone not fall for the man. He's perfect in each and every sense.

"If you keep staring, he'll prolly think you're a physcho."

Dakota's sudden appearance made Y/n gasp in shock. "God Dako! Stop scaring me!" She sighed at her best friend.

Dakota shrugged, now standing beside Y/n. "Stop staring, honestly. He's gonna freak out."

Y/n sighed deeply knowing her friend is telling the truth. "Yeah...but I wanna tell him how I feel. Then, atleast I'll sleep soundly even if he doesn't feel the same," she breathed in, the mere thought of confession made her heart thump loudly against her rib cage.

Dakota turned to Y/n and engulfed her in a warm embrace. "I'm so happy that you finally decided to tell him about your feelings. He will like you back, I'm telling you. And if he doesn't, he's a fool," she smiled to cheer her friend.

Y/n nodded feeling hopeful. But the thought that he may not feel the same, lingered on the back of her mind.

The director yelled cut and Johnny jogged upto the two ladies, smiling brightly.

"What we talking about?" He asked, taking his water bottle from y/n's hands and taking a swig of the liquid.

Dakota smirked. "Oh you know how Y/n should confess her feelings to her crush," she nudged y/n slightly by her elbow, making y/n blush.

Johnny looked a bit confused. "Oh really? Didn't know you liked someone, Y/n", he chuckled awkwardly.

Y/n glanced at Dakota, and she took take her leave with an excuse of a phone call, leaving the pair alone.

"It's nearly 12:30. Isn't it time for break?" She took a look at her wrist watch.

Johnny nodded.

"I can bring you the food if you want, Me. Depp otherwise maybe we can go together?" She asked expectantly, already preparing herself for the not-so-fun answer.

Johnny chuckled. "Yes we can go together and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Mr. Depp? That makes me sound ancient," he smiled. "Let me grab my things then we'll leave."

Y/n nodded again, a soft smile on her face as she thought maybe all things doesn't have to have a bad ending.

•••

The two sat on a table of two as they waited for the food to arrive. That talked about work, filming, life in general. The food arrived shortly after and they started eating.

Y/n looked up from her plate and stared at Johnny.

"Uhhh...Mr. De— no sorry, Johnny? I have to tell you something," she breathed in, ready to finally get her feelings out in the open.

"Yeah anything," He smiled yet again.

"I-I...like you. I know I shouldn't but I do," she immediately looked down to avoid his gaze.

Johnny kept quite not saying anything for a bit. Then after a few minutes, he spoke again.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but I don't feel the same. You're the most sweet and loving person I've met. It's just that I don't see you like that," he said, softly.

Y/n's eyes blurred with tears as she tried her best not to let them fall. She knew it'd go this way but her stupid heart won't stop nagging her. She already knew this would never work out even if he did like her back.

It's the way their fate had been written.

She finally looked up, wiping a stray tear cascading down her face. Then, with a smile, she forwarded her hand towards Johnny.

"It's all good. But we can still be friend?" She smiled brightly as if her heart isn't broken in two halves at the moment.

Johnny smiled in return, clasping his hand with hers in a firm shake.

They smiled at each other, continuing their meal.

•••

It's been a week since y/n confessed her feelings towards Johnny, a week since they got on terms to remain friends as before.

But for some reason, Johnny couldn't keep his mind off her.

He thought of everytime, Y/n asked him if he was okay even if it wasn't her place to do so.

Thought of everytime she looked after him. Everytime, she calmed him down from a panic attack. Everytime she stood by him no matter what.

She has become more than an assistant to him. She's became the person he needs the most in his life, and the one he cannot live without.

So, he planned, the next day on set, he'll tell her how he feels. He's been to quick to judge how he felt at the moment.

He didn't think his heart would betray his mind and fall for the sweet girl whom he thought was just a friend.

He knew he'd done wrong and he needed to fix it.

•••

Y/n sat beside Dakota on her chair, her head resting in her friend's shoulder.

"I told you Dako, he doesn't feel the same. Why did I have to listen to you and my stupid heart and tell him! God I'm such and idiot!" She scoffed, annoyed at herself.

Dakota combed her hand through Y/n's hair, sighing sadly. "No, Y/n. You're not an idiot. He is. And now at least, you'll be able to move past him. You know what? I'm setting up a blind date for you this weekend. You need to get over him."

Y/n nodded. "Yeah you're right."

A minute or two later, Johnny running to the both of them, heaving for air.

Y/n stood up abruptly. "Where are you coming from and why did you run?" She asked, scrambling though his bag to hand him his water bottle.

Johnny grabbed her by the shoulder, stopping all her movements.

In a snap, he pushed his lips against her plump ones.

Dakota gasped watching the two of the them.

The kiss even shocked Y/n, not responding to it. When Johnny felt that he'd done something he shouldn't have and was about to pull away, Y/n kissed him back, pulling him deeper by the back of his neck.

Dakota got her cue to walk away, smiling as the idiots finally kissed. She's been shipping them for months now.

They kissed each other for as long as their lungs would allow them, breaking away when they needed air to fill their lungs.

Y/n smiled softly, confused. "Wait, what?"

Johnny put his head against Y/n's and sighed. "I didn't know what I was say that day. I realised I don't want to have you just as a friend. I want you to be my girlfriend. Would you like that?" He asked, his eyes hopeful.

"I'd love that," Y/n smiled, pecking him on the cheek.

requests are open <3

#johnny depp x reader #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp #johnny depp fluff #johnny depp blurb #johnny depp fanfic #johnny depp x you #johnny depp x y/n #requested #anon request #dakota johnson #assistant!reader #personal assistant au #cute

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hes-the-muse · 1 year

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Muse - Johnny Depp

We welcome Johnny Depp to HE’S-THE-MUSE!

Those octaves drowning in whiskey, an expression of his masculinity that seems effortless. Evaporating into the blue hour, beat by beat, on cue but with his own twist. It's the delivery and timing he adds that makes it. It's his voice. Silky and deep.

#johnny depp fanfic #johnny depp #hes the muse #muse

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alicewritez · 2 months

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A Promise - Jack Sparrow

word count: 1071

summary: Jack makes the promise to never let you go again

Jack Sparrow x Reader

authors note: I’ve only just started getting into writing again so it could be a little hit and miss but hope you enjoy it anyway 💕

It's been months since you last seen Jack. You both were an inseparable force when together; two parts of a puzzle that just clicked together. Well.. that's what you thought until he got himself captured, taking the blame for your apparent disappearance. You weren't the woman they were looking for, you just happened to have similar features but they were losing hope and needed someone to blame - so Jack stepped up.

The more time that passed, the more you lost hope of ever seeing him again. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months and no one had heard a single thing from him. You worried, of course you did, he was only human. But if there was one thing you knew about Jack, it was that he could always get himself out of trouble no matter what it was. But your lack of hope didn't last as a familiar figure stumbled towards you, almost in a drunken state but he also looked completely sober. But it couldn't be, could it?

You squinted your eyes, looking into the distance to try and see the figure more clearly; it looked all too familiar but you weren't about to get your hopes up. Your heartbeat raced with every step he took, getting closer to you. It was indeed Jack, though his face was scratched and bruised quite badly. He stood there with waiting arms wide open, ready to welcome you into them - this was new. "I finally did it.. I came for you." And without a second thought, you sprinted into his waiting arms, burying your face into his chest, relishing in the feeling of being held in his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you tight, his exhaustion washing away almost immediately and was soon replaced with relief. He squeezed you tight and sighed deeply - he couldn't believe this either. "I thought I'd never see you again.." he mumbled, burying his face into your hair; it smelled of salt water and sea air.. home. He sighed once more. "I never want to let you go.. I'm never letting you go."

You pull away to take a closer look at his face, reaching a hand up and tracing your fingers gently over his cuts and bruises. "What did they do to you?" You asks in a whisper, mostly to yourself, but Jack heard nonetheless.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied dismissively. He took your hand that was cradling his face and kept a hold of it, bringing it to his chest as he closed the distance between the pair of you again. "These?" He references his bruises, "they're nothing compared to what was going through my head about you." He sighed deeply, his grip tightening on you as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. "I couldn't get you off my mind.. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"You're hurt though," you swallow back a sob. "They hurt you."

"I'm okay really-" he started but saw your worried look and stopped. You were always like that; always caring for him. Always worried for him. Always his weakness.

He leaned his head down to press his forehead against yours. "I survived, and I'm okay."

"Surviving doesn't mean that you're okay though, does it?" Tears still gathered in your eyes as you took in the sight of him.

You always understood him so well. Maybe even better than he knew himself. "No, you're right," he mumbled, pulling you closer. "But.. I would survive anything for you." Jack buried his face into your neck, taking in your scent after such a long time apart, his hands rubbing your back gently, trying to give you some sort of comfort.

"You're so stupid, do you know that?" You speak up and break the silence.

A smirk instantly spreads on his face. "Stupid enough to come back for you." He turned his head so that you were facing each other; your eyes locked and his smirk turns into a playful smile. The Jack you knew was slowly coming back to you.

You shake your head with a laugh; everything felt so natural when you were around him that it almost didn't feel real. But it was. And he was here, in front of you, the both of you finally together again.

He leaned forward so that your noses were almost touching. You're laugh made him feel lighter; happier. Everything about you made his heart skip a beat. He slowly reached his hand up to your face, brushing your cheeks with his thumb. "I missed you."

“I missed you too Jack.” She spoke sincerely. “I assume you’ll be wanting the pearl back.”

He stayed glued to the same spot, his eyes never once leaving yours, his hand still firmly placed on your cheek. “Ah yes, the Pearl.” But in truth, he was in no hurry, this moment with you was already more than enough. “And you.”

“Well obviously.” You teased with a wide smile.

“Oh obviously, but I’m not talking about the ship.” He leaned his face closer until his lips hovered right above your own. “I’m talking about you. I missed you..” he whispered, finally pressing his lips to yours. “I want you.”

“And I’m pretty sure if I mentioned that there was rum on the ship, you’d want that too?” You smirk. He couldn’t help but laugh and met himself smile.

“Of course not, as long as I’m accompanied by you,” he replied, his hand moving down your back and his fingers wrapping your waist. “You got me hooked..”

“Like an anchor in the sand.” You finished with a proud smile, beaming up at him.

“An anchor for me to keep me grounded,” he mumbled back with a smirk; his hand moving up your back to the nape of your neck, brushing his fingers through your hair as he leaned closer, your faces now almost pressed together.

“I won’t let you go,” he whispered, his forehead touching yours as he held you impossibly closer. “Never again.”

And that was a promise he planned to keep.

#jack sparrow #jack sparrow imagine #jack sparrow x reader #johnny depp #johnny depp x reader #captain jack sparrow #johnny depp imagine #pirates of the caribbean #fanfic

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the carribean

word count: 2716

request?: yes!

@lazuli-leenabride

“Yay! Could you do Jack Sparrow with a water Nymph?

Maybe where his crew found them and thought they were a mermaid at first?

Please and thank you!! 🦋🦋💘”

description: in which they save a creature of the sea, and their captain takes interest in her

pairing: captain jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Captain Jack Sparrow was not the type to ignore cries for help. Especially not when the cries sounded like they were coming from a woman in distress.

It was an otherwise calm day as sea when shrieks of fear broke through the otherwise silent sea. Jack quickly rushed to the bow with his telescope in hand. In the distance, he could see another ship sailing away from them while a figure that looked like a woman was thrashing in the water, what looked like a net wrapped around her making it hard for her to stay afloat.

“Prepare a rescue, men!” Jack announced. “We have a potential distressed captive dead ahead!”

His men quickly rushed to the side of the ship as they approached the still thrashing figure. One of them threw a rope into the water as they got closer and it landed just next to the distressed woman. She didn’t hesitate to reach out one of her arms - which the ship came to realize was partly bound to her - the best she could and hold on tightly as they began to raise her onto the ship.

Her entire body was bound and a net was thrown over her, now clinging to her as they pulled her in and laid her out on the deck. She was shivering and she had a fearful look in her eyes as she took in the crew of pirates standing around her.

Jack pushed to the front of the crowd to take a look at the woman. Through her bindings, he realized she was naked. He turned to Gibbs and commanded, “Get her something to cover up while we cut her free.”

“Jack,” Gibbs said, “she’s...she’s not human.”

When Jack looked back at the woman, he saw that Gibbs was right. Although the top half of her body was human, the bottom half seemed to be slowly turning from a tail to human legs. This woman was a creature of the sea - potentially a mermaid, which was one of the most dangerous thing a sailor could come across in the entire world.

But she was also scared. She was also tied up and thrown overboard. For what, Jack had no idea. It didn’t seem overly smart to try and drown her since she could breathe under water, but maybe having her tied up so that she couldn’t swim and instead would sink to the bottom and risk being attacked by other sea creatures.

Whether or not she was a mermaid was currently irrelevant. Right now what matter was helping her.

“Get her something to cove up,” Jack repeated. “Find her somewhere to stay that is away from the others.”

Gibbs seemed reluctant, but he did as Jack said. None of his other crewmates would dare to approach the woman, so Jack was the one who had to step up and set her free. When he took a step forward, she whimpered and tried to move away from him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jack assured her. “I’m going to get these bindings off of you. My first mate is getting clothes for you and finding a place for you to stay. But first, I have to cut this stuff off of you, okay?”

She looked at him with wide eyes, like she didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but eventually nodded anyways. Whatever he could do to her couldn’t be any worse than what the other ship had done.

Jack produced a knife from his belt and worked at the net first. She was so tangled in it that there was no way he could just pull her free without harming her. He cut away at the net until it fell around her. Next, he started cutting at the ropes that bound her arms to her body, and that bound her now formed human legs together. The rope left behind terrible rope burn that felt like a fire was set around the areas of her body that it had been tied. She wished to leap back into the water to try and cool the burn, but she was still so exhausted and in so much pain that she knew she needed rest for the night.

Jack positioned himself so that his men couldn’t take in the sight of the naked woman in front of them. He found it a struggle not to glance down at her body, so close to his, but he did his best as he waited for Gibbs to return.

“Who took you before?” he asked her in a hushed voice. “Who threw you into the sea like this?”

She just looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see she was still afraid. There was no use in pushing her for details now, especially when they were so fresh in her mind. Eventually she would speak, or maybe she wouldn’t and she would just wish to be released back into the water once she was rested. Either way, Jack wasn’t going to push the topic if she wasn’t willing to speak.

Gibbs finally returned with a blanket to wrap around her. He told Jack he had a private area prepared for the woman to stay in along with clothes for her to change into when she was alone. He still looked skeptical of Jack’s decision, but he kept that to himself.

Jack wrapped the woman in the blanket and helped her to her feet. She was hesitant to follow him at first, but eventually gave in and allowed the pirate captain to show her to her room.

“May I ask your name?” he asked her once they had arrived.

In a soft voice she responded, “(Y/N).”

He nodded. “Welcome aboard then, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~

The crew were abuzz the entire night about their passenger. None of them would bring the issue up with Jack directly, not wanting to go against the orders of their captain.

Gibbs, however, had no problem bringing the crew’s issue to Jack.

“They don’t trust that woman,” he was saying to Jack. “They’re afraid she has put some sort of spell on you with her mermaid powers. They think she’s going to make you do something stupid like give her the ship.”

“Gibbs, have I ever done something stupid for the sake of a woman?”

Gibbs gave Jack a look and opened his mouth to respond, but Jack held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t answer that. I understand everyone’s concern, but I truly do not believe that woman is a mermaid. Mermaids usually use their powers to entrance any many around them. If she was truly a mermaid, then she would have all of us under her spell, not just me.”

“Then how do you explain the tail?”

Jack shrugged. “A bad cause of scabbies, maybe.”

“Jack,” Gibbs sighed. “I can’t talk you out of something once your mind is set to it, and I know that, but I want you to truly think about this. That other ship may have tossed her over because she tried to entice them as well and they realized before it was too late. What if she tries to do the same to us?”

“Then you can rub it in my face that you were right. But until then, I want you to respect my decision and do as I say. And that goes for the entire crew. You got that?”

Gibbs nodded. Jack waved a hand to dismiss him and turned to the closed door to the room that held their visitor. He approached the door, intending to go in to check on the woman, but stopped short and instead, deciding to knock.

There was a moment of silence before a timid voice asked, “Who is there?”

“It’s the captain, Jack,” he said. “May I come in?”

Another moment of silence, broken by the sound of the lock on the door being pulled back. When the door didn’t open, Jack let himself in.

She was sat on the bed, now clothed. She had herself curled up as far away from Jack as she could get. He could see she was still trembling, but he knew this was from fear now as opposed to from the cold.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he said. “See how you were feeling.”

“I appreciate the private room, and the clothes that you have provided for me,” she responded. She wouldn’t look at him, opting instead to study the wall in front of her. “Once I regain my strength, I will be going.”

“If that’s what you wish, we shall leave you on whatever island you desire to go.”

She shook her head. “I can swim.”

“I should rather think you wouldn’t want to go back into the water after an attempted drowning.”

“You know I am not human,” she said. “I saw the way your crew looked at me. I saw my own tail when you pulled me on board. You must know that I will be more than fine to be released back into the water.”

Jack nodded. “Whatever you wish, (Y/N).”

When it became evident that she was not going to speak anymore, Jack turned to the door to leave. He had his hand on the doorknob when suddenly she shot up from the bed, reaching out to stop him from leaving. Her hand met his and he felt the ice cold feeling of her skin. She jumped away just as quickly as she touched him, almost as if a switch were flipped inside her.

“I want your word that you will let me go,” she said. Her voice was still low, but there was more force behind it now.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would you trust the word of a pirate?”

“I don’t. I don’t trust the word of any man, actually. But I want to hear you say you will let me go so I can determine whether or not you are lying.”

Jack turned to fully face her. She almost shrunk away from him, but found her courage and stood up tall. Jack could still see the fear in her eyes when she looked at him, but he could also see that it was starting to melt away. She was becoming more confident, more courageous. Maybe not comfortable, but he doubted any woman, sea creature or not, would feel comfortable in the presence of a pirate captain.

“I, Captain Jack Sparrow, give you my word that when you wish to leave this ship, we will let you leave without a fight,” he told her.

“You will not harm me?” she asked.

“We will not harm you,” he confirmed.

She studied his face for a moment before turning away. “You seem honest.”

“What did the men on that other ship do to you?”

She tensed. “They wished to kill me. They tied me up so that I wouldn’t be able to free myself from the net or to swim away, and they threw me in with an anchored net so that I would sink to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Lucky for you they didn’t know you weren’t human.”

No response. (Y/N) climbed back onto her bed. She wouldn’t meet his eye again, but this time she looked down at her lap.

“They knew,” she whispered.

Jack sat at the foot of her bed. He made sure to keep a distance between them as to not startle her further. It seemed he was starting to earn her trust if she was willing to tell him even the slightest details of what the men on the other ship had tried to do to her.

“What are you?” he asked. “My men think you are a mermaid, but I think otherwise.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Why do you think that?”

“I have encountered mermaids before. If one was on our ship, she would not let the men fear her. You would have enchanted everyone on this ship to worship you the moment we saved you.”

(Y/N) made a face of disgust. “Those retched creatures have ruined us. They have left a horrid reputation for us Naiads who just wish to protect the water and all its creatures, and do not wish to engage with humans.”

“Naiads?”

“A water nymph,” (Y/N) explained. “That’s what I am. I do not wish to cause harm to humans, just to care for the creatures who live in water. We don’t even live in the ocean the way that mermaids do. We prefer bodies of fresh water, like rivers and streams. That’s how those men found me. I was in my home pond in the woods when those men came trampling through. They saw me there, just watching them peacefully, and they grabbed me. They though that I was a mermaid, and apparently one of their men had been killed by a mermaid. They wanted revenge.”

Something about the hurt and afraid expression on her face angered Jack. He hoped they would come across the terrible men who had hurt (Y/N) so he could take care of them himself.

“Did they harm you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “They wanted me to suffer. They locked me in a tiny cage with no food for days, they’d give me water occasionally but only by pouring it on me so that my tail would come out and they could jab at it. And then they tied me up and tossed me into the ocean hoping I would sink or be eaten. I’m lucky you and your crew were sailing the same waters, otherwise I may not be here now.”

“I’m glad we saved you.”

When (Y/N) looked up to meet his eye, Jack could’ve been convinced that she truly was a mermaid, because just looking into her eyes took his breath away. He was willing to go to the ends of the Earth to protect her if that’s what she wanted.

But then he realized it wasn’t that she was using some sort of power on him to make him feel this way. It was that he was finally seeing the real (Y/N). The one who wasn’t afraid of him, but the one who trusted him enough to confide her true identity to him. The one who felt enough trust that she was letting her walls down, and now that they were down he could finally see her true beauty.

“Do you still wish to leave so soon?” he found himself asking.

(Y/N) was studying his face again before shaking her head. “No. I feel safer here than I do in the water right now. Not while those bastards are still out there.”

“Whenever you are ready to go back to the water, we will take you somewhere secluded enough that you won’t have to worry about them. And we’ll be sure to protect the area, and you, whenever we are around.”

“But how will you remember where you have left me if it is as secluded as you promise?”

“Oh, I’ll remember.”

(Y/N) seemed to understand what he was inferring. She smiled at him; a small, beautiful smile that almost took Jack’s breath away. He couldn’t help but smile back at her.

Their moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of (Y/N)’s stomach growling. They looked at each other for a moment before beginning to laugh.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked. “We don’t exactly have fine dining on board, but we have enough food to feed a new passenger for a while.”

“I’ll take anything. I’m starving,” she responded.

Jack stood again and started for the door. “Alright, I’ll be back with something in just a moment.”

“Bring something for yourself, too,” she told him. “Perhaps we can eat together.”

Jack nodded, a smile tugging at his lips again. When he left, he didn’t close the door behind him so that (Y/N) knew that he truly was not trying to lock her away the way her captors had. He was merely giving her the option of privacy if she so desired.

And when he returned, the door was open, a welcoming gesture of her inviting him back into her room.

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Staying by his Side

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Characters: Johnny Depp x Reader

Summary: You support Johnny while going through the difficult times of the trial. As time goes by, you feel him drifting more and more away from you. You get to breaking point and confront him, only for him to show a side you never saw before.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut

I looked at myself in the mirror as I fiddled with putting on my earrings which I got for a birthday gift. I could sense someone's eyes on me and turned around to see Johnny in the doorway of our bedroom, fixing the cuffs of his suit.

"How do I look?" Johnny sighed walking towards me.

I rarely ever saw him nervous. He was usually the relaxed one in the relationship but this trial showed me a different side of him. A side I felt sorry for. He was everything he usually wasn't. He was anxious, fearful, worried and doubtful.

"Handsome as always" I gave a reassuring smile straightening his tie and brushing off some loose lint on his shoulders.

He gave me a small smile and brought his attention to my ears, instantly noticing them.

"I wish we had a better reason to wear these" Johnny reached up brushing his finger lightly across the pearls.

"Would you help me with this?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. I leaned over to get a simple silver necklace on my dresser and handed it to Johnny.

I turned around and lifted my hair to give better access to my neck. I felt the cold chain touch my neck as he put it around me and played with the latch.

"Thank you" I said quietly feeling the silence in the room.

I knew Johnny had a lot on his mind. I could see him sinking into thought as we got closer to the court date. I really could only see a shell of a man compared to when we first met 15 years ago.

"Johnny, everything will turn out okay" I brought my hand up to his face caressing it.

"The coming weeks are going to be hard but you have me, your family, friends and fans all behind you" I continued wanting to support him any way I could.

"You're right, it won't last forever" He broke into a smile.

I know deep inside me though, the smile was more for me than it was for him.

I reached up and gave him a kiss before one of his assistants knocked on the door and informed us that it was time to make our way to the courthouse.

I looked into his eyes and we both took a deep breath and made our way out of the room to face the start of a long battle.

As the days went by, I felt Johnny wasn't present when we would come back home from a long day. He was drained emotionally and mentally from reliving a lot of the unpleasant memories when it came to his ex.

We would come home, have dinner mostly in silence and then he would disappear until late hours of the night. I wanted to respect his space and give time to himself. But apart of me felt completely disconnected from him. I missed him. Even though he would be right beside me, mentally he wasn't. I felt selfish feeling the way I did. I had no right to think this way especially at this present moment. So I kept my feelings to myself.

My mind would wander to the night everything changed. I had a small dinner to celebrate my birthday at my place. Being surrounded with all my closest friends made the night perfect for me. Johnny being one of them, came bearing a gift and gave me a big hug like usual wishing my a happy birthday. We all sat around the table enjoying delicious food and making sure no glass turned empty. We laughed and reminisced of fun old memories. I looked over at Johnny greatful that he could make it.

"I'm so glad you're here" I beamed leaning over to him so he could hear me over all the loud chatter.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world" He grinned

As the night went on, people said their goodbyes and went home. I closed the front door and came back into the room to only see Johnny left who started stacking the plates and clearing the food from them.

"Oh Johnny don't worry about them. I'll deal with them later" I chuckled seeing how truly sweet he was.

"I'm not leaving you with this. I want to help" He looked up at me and smiled.

We both started clearing the table and bringing everything back into the kitchen. I rinsed the dishes and he placed them in the packed dishwasher.

"I hope you had a good night?" Johnny asked while I handed him the last of the glasses.

"I really did. It meant a lot to me that you could make it" I looked over at him drying my hands on a towel.

"Over the years, you've never missed one of mine and I intent to do the same" He leant against the kitchen counter across from me.

We looked at each other not saying anything. I noticed he was wearing a waistcoat with a navy shirt. His sleeves were rolled up making his tattoos visible.

"I never notice how many tattoos you had" I said leaning over to take a closer look.

He brought his arm closer to me turning it slowly to show me all of them.

"I've gotten so used to them, I don't even pay attention to them anymore" Johnny glanced up at me.

"You don't have any?" He asked bringing the focus on to me.

I blushed instantly knowing what I was going to have to show him.

"I do" I embarrassedly smiled

"I didn't think you would" Johnny smirked raising his eyebrows.

"I was 19, drunk and it was spontaneous" I chuckled turning around and dropping my cardigan off my shoulders to allow him to see a small snake running down the middle of my back.

I could feel his fingers brushed along my skin as he moved my hair to the side. I felt goosebumps raise along my arm from the surprised contact.

"It suits you" I could sense him smiling flirtatiously

I turned around to come to the realization of how close we were. I didn't want to pull away. So I stayed and looked up to see his eyes meet mine.

Johnny and I had always been close. There was moments I thought we could get together but the timing was never right. One of us would be busy with work or would be in relationship. We were always supportive of each other. I had a baby crush on him but I tried to not get in the way of our friendship. I wouldn't have thought he would feel the same way about me.

Up until this very point.

He took my hands into his and brushed his thumbs along my knuckles making me feel instantly at ease.

"You look beautiful tonight" Johnny commented softly his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt myself turning red and glanced away in shyness. Every cell in my body wanted to lean up and kiss him but something was holding me back. I brought my eyes back to his to see him looking at my lips but bringing his eyes back to mine.

I sensed him lean in slowly to me. Before I knew it, I felt his soft lips press against mine. My hand instantly went to his neck feeling the heat come off his skin. His hands went to my hair, tucking it behind my ear. My body felt electric, I felt my face melt into his other hand as he rest it on my jaw.

Even after 4 years, thinking back on that memory, it still stay fresh in my mind.

I woke up at 3am to not feeling a sleeping body next to me. I got up groggily and aimlessly found my dressing gown in the dark, I threw it around me and made my way out of the room. I walked down the hallway to see a dim light coming from the kitchen. I slowly pushed the ajar door further not wanting to startle Johnny. I peeped my head around to see him smoking a cigarette over the kitchen sink blowing the smoke out the open window.

"Can't sleep?" I asked bundling my dressing gown around me and making my way to him.

He glance over taking one last inhale before throwing the end of his cigarette out the window.

"I don't even know what that is anymore" He laughed quietly to himself walking towards me.

He looked down at me wrapping his arms around my waist. I rested my head against his chest closing my eyes and remembering all the happy memories that we made in this very kitchen. The delicious meals and midnight feasts we dug into.

"Come on love, let's try.. What is it called again?" Sleep?" Johnny chuckled.

"Very funny" I smiled securing his hand in mine and leading him out of the kitchen.

The days turned into weeks and suddenly a whole month has gone by in a blink of an eye. Johnny and I had gotten to a point where, to me, it felt like we were living in two different worlds at times.

I would try my best to make his favourite dinners. I would suggest we watch classic movies that he enjoyed to take his mind off things. I even went to buy some of his food that he loves. He would comment on it and try to show some type of appreciation but I knew he just didn't have any interest.

He spend his days in court or in meetings with his legal team. He come home and rarely did we even eat together anymore. He would close his office door and that would be that.

I would knock on his office door hoping he would open it and let me in so we could spend some quality time. But most of the time, he would give me an excuse or explain how busy he was.

I had gotten to the point of cracking. I fell in love with someone who enjoy spending their time with me. Someone who wanted to be in a relationship with me. But it felt that Johnny just was too busy or just didn't care about me like he used to. Some nights while eating dinner alone, I would start crying feeling the emptiness of the house and loneliness consume me completely. I would pull myself together and carry on before Johnny would even notice.

As the court days flickered by, we were coming near the end and tensions were building. The jury was going to give their decision and see how it would be settled.

It was coming to the end, the final week of the trial, tomorrow would be the last day. I heard constant mumbling from outside Johnny's office as I walked past making my way to the kitchen. I went over to the oven and opened the door to check on tonight's dinner. To see it nearly ready, I set the table for myself and decided that maybe tonight Johnny would actually want to have dinner with me. I carefully set his side in hope. I heard the office door opening and the sound of voices getting clearer as everyone made there way out of the room. I peered around the corner to see them making their way to the front door and Johnny saying goodbye.

He turned around and saw me, giving me a weak smile before waving them off and closing the front door behind them.

"I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight?" I asked.

"It's nearly ready" I added smiling in anticipation.

"Yeah, I will. It smells great" He nodded coming towards me

"Great" I said a little too enthusiastically.

I gestured for him to sit at the set table and starting prepping dinner on to plates. I handed him his plate as he poured two glasses of wine.

We both settled into our dinners with only the sound of cutlery hitting the dishes.

"So how do you feel now that it's nearly over?" I asked taking a sip of my wine.

"Some relief knowing we are near the end. At this point, whatever happens, happens" Johnny said popping some mash potato into his mouth.

I looked down at my plate and suddenly lost all appetite. I felt a lump build up in my throat.

"Is everything okay?" Johnny asked concerned as I continued to look down.

I kept looking at my plate knowing that if I met his eye line, I would start crying. I have gotten to a point where even having dinner with him felt like he was a stranger to me. I felt completely depressed coming to that realization and my stomach was heavy.

I could feel Johnny's stare follow as I left the room. But I didn't care what he thought. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to even consider his feelings at this moment. He trailed behind me as I reached for the tissue box on the counter.

"Excuse me" I mumble trying to hold myself together before dropping my cutlery and getting up, making my way to the kitchen.

I brought the tissue up to my face to stop the tears falling down my cheeks. I clench my jaw to try and stop myself from completely breaking down.

"Y/n" Johnny uttered worryingly taking a few step towards me with open arms.

I put my hand up to stop him from coming any closer. I looked up at him to see his face covered in confusion and concern.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed his brows together.

There was silence for a couple of moments. I need to be able to control my emotion.

"Are you really that oblivious?" I remarked playing with the damp tissue in my hand.

I looked over to see Johnny taken aback.

"I-I know we've been distant the last few weeks but..." Johnny stuttered pushing his hair out of his face.

"Distant is one way to put it" I mumbled pressing my lip together.

"Why do you say that?" He questioned.

I took a deep breath knowing that everything that has been building up the last few weeks would be dished out right now. All my emotions that built up, the pain and loneliness.

"Johnny do you even love me anymore?" I asked sharply looking over at him.

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief and I heard him take in a deep inhale. His warm brown eyes were now filled with sorrowfulness. He searched my face while trying to find words.

"For the past month, I have never felt so alone in a relationship. I knew it was going to be hard. But we've always been there for each other even as friends over the years." I expressed crossing my arms.

Johnny stood there in what looked like complete shock.

"Y/n, I'm sor-"

"You're telling me you had no idea?" I interrupted looking at him coldly.

"I tried to support you in every way possible. I would make your favourite dinners, give you massages, stayed up with you all hours in the night to help you with documents." I stated my voice unwavered.

"You know how hard it is to hear about your partner and his ex's sex life? For the whole world to hear your sexting conversations ?" My voice started to break as I raised it. I could not hold back all the emotion that I had pushed down for so long.

Johnny dropped his head down what looked like in shame. Tears rolled down my face again wiping them away with the disintegrating tissue in my hands.

"I love you so much. I give you everything I could to support you. But I can only give so much before I'm left with nothing." I wept.

My head started pounding and I had finally cracked and flooded the room with my sadness. We both stay silence for awhile. Both of us gathering our thoughts.

"I was going to do this when this whole court situation was over with" Johnny muttered.

"What?" I looked confusingly at him not understanding what he was talking about.

He reached his hand out and I looked up at him. I hesitantly took it and he leaned me out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked not understanding what was happening.

We stopped outside his office door and he turned to me.

"You don't understand how sorry I am to ever make you think that I don't love you." Johnny apologized taking both of his hands in mine.

"Looking back, I realised how cold I've acted towards you" He continued.

His eyes would flicker between both of mine. His voice was quiet and soft. I felt his thumbs brush the back of my knuckles like he always does when I need comfort.

"Johnn-"

"No, I need to say this" He cut across me.

"We've been friends for a long time and you always been there for me. Since then, I've fallen madly in love with you. To ever think, I've hurt you in any way makes my heart ache. I've wanted to show how much you mean to me for awhile and I struggled. But something came to my mind and I've been completely engrossed in it. I hope you'll forgive me" Johnny expressed apologetically.

He let go of one of my hands and turned the handle of the door. We walked into his office to see it in an untidy state; documents, files and stacks of paper everywhere.

We weave through the mess until we got to a door at the back of this room which I always assumed was a closet of some sort.

"I hope this explains it" He glanced at me nervously before opening the door.

He opens the door and instantly colour pops out. The walls are covered in sketching and painting in every size and colour. My eyes were overwhelmed visually not being to focus on thing before moving on to the next. I took a few steps and notice the room wasn't big but it was cluttered with paints, inks, varnishes, sketchbooks. Multiple canvas were stack against the walls of his artwork of all different styles. There was a desk but it was covered in papers and paintbrushes, it was a complete mess.

"Oh my god" I mumbled to myself.

The walls were covered in candid photographs of random people on the street. Some were crossing a street, eating ice cream and other random things. They were beautiful and made them special moments.

"Did you take these?" I asked looking over at him with my mouth open from shock.

Johnny stood in the door way still, with his hands behind his back. He looked like a little kid who was shy about showing his schoolwork.

"Y-yeah I did" He nodded giving a small smile.

I turned back around continued to making my way around the room. I grinned instantly seeing photos of me that I didn't realise he had taken. Photos of me cooking, cleaning and even sleeping. The photo had me laying on my stomach with my arms under the pillow hugging it. I looked peaceful and completely unconscious. I felt him come up behind me leaning over resting his head over my shoulder.

"You look so beautiful sleeping. I never get tired looking at you" He smiled affectionately at me.

I brought my hand up and caressed his face resting my head against his.

The more I looked the more photos I found of me. There had to be hundreds of me doing the most mundane activities. I was overwhelmed with how much he loved taken photos of me. I wondered how I was this oblivious to my surroundings.

"How did you take so many photos of me being completely clueless?" I quizzed feeling embarrassed.

"It was hard at the beginning but I would notice when you would go into your little world and day dream and if I was quiet enough you wouldn't even look up" Johnny explained.

In most of the photos, I was smiling mindlessly. It really did show that I was happy in life with Johnny before this whole court thing happened.

I finally turned to face the door way when I noticed a canvas sticking out behind the door sitting in a easel. I pulled the door away to reveal the true size of it and notice that it was me. It was a painting of me reading in the sun. I brought my hand up to my face completely taken back on what I was seeing.

"Johnny" I gasped

I could hear Johnny chuckle lightly behind me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my head.

"You always are so hard on yourself. I wanted to create something that even you could see how beautiful you are." Johnny grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

I had no words. I was completely in shock and I couldn't stop looking at the painting. He put so much detail into it. My sunhat that I wore was exactly the same. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe he did this for me. After everything I said earlier I felt terrible.

"All this time you were working on this?" I asked still in awe.

"Mhmm" He hummed

I continued to stare at it not being able to take my eyes away from it. I turned to face Johnny not knowing what to say. I was entirely caught off guard.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" I gestured at the room

He took a deep inhale and picked up a paintbrush absentmindedly, messing with the hairs of it. He scrunched his mouth up to one side as his mind wandered.

"Um.." He begun, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Well, many people don't know this side of me. It's my safe place where I know I can come here and let my guard down completely" He continued to looked down at the paint brush.

"After everything we've been through, you deserve to see this side of me"

I felt horrible for everything I said. I should have just been open with him the whole time. We would have avoided this whole mess altogether.

I immediately went over to hug him feeling the weight of all the words I said earlier. I was ashamed to ever doubt Johnny. Especially in this period of time where he needs all the support he can get.

"I'm so sorry" I uttered regrettably.

"No, no love" I felt his arms engulf me

"This isn't your fault. It was stupid and selfish of me to just pull away from you all this time"

We stood there holding each other. I realised how much I missed him touching me and being so close to me.

I felt his finger graze the skin on my hip that was just under the hem of my shirt. My skin was sensitive to his delicate touch. After so much distance between us, my body felt at home in his arms.

"How about we make our usual midnight snack?" Johnny offered

I instantly beamed knowing I've missed us, just being us after so long.

"I would love that"

We made our way to the kitchen and we gathered all our usual comfort food such as ice cream, chips, peanut butter, whipped cream and cookies. I sat on the kitchen counter while Johnny stood between my legs and we fed each other like usual.

I fed him a cookie while he picked up the can of whipped cream and squirted some in this mouth with the cookie. I couldn't stop myself from laughing seeing his facial hair covering in splotches of cream.

"Mhmm?" Johnny grinned with a full mouth gesturing at the whip cream can in his hand wanting to offer me some.

I nodded while giggling. I opened my mouth wide and watch as he carefully aimed the cream into my mouth. The cream started building up fast to the point where I was shake my head telling him to stop.

I glanced over to see a cheeky smile on his face as he continued to squeeze the can. I pulled away and push his hand aside to have cream fly all over us as we laughed uncontrollable. Johnny put down the can and we looked at each other. Cream was everywhere, in our hair clothes and faces.

I got my finger and wiped some off his cheek popping the light fluffy substance in my mouth.

"I think you missed a spot" Johnny laughed glancing all around us to the mess.

He leaned in licking the cream off my face moving his way down my neck. Feeling his lips pressed against me made squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. A quiet moan escaped from my mouth as I felt his hot breath spread across my skin.

"I've missed you so much" I breathed feeling his hands travel up my thighs.

"I missed you too baby"

"Seeing you in your little suit for court makes my mind go places" Johnny hummed leaning into my ear.

"What places?"

I bring my hand down to his chest and wrapping my legs around his waist bringing him closer to me.

"Let's just say I've been distracted in court imagining all the ways I could take you while leaving everything on" He teased kissing my lips gently.

I felt his harden crotch against mine. I wiggles my hips wanting to tease him. His eyes were filled with irresistible desire. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

Our lips pressed together eagerly and I felt him deepen the kiss. His tongue moved against mine. I brought my hands to his shirt and fumbled with the buttons impatiently wanting to feel his skin against mine.

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and we broke our kiss for a moment while he pulled it over my head, throwing it on the kitchen floor.

"I've missed this body so much" Johnny held my waist kissing all the way from shoulders to the top of my breasts.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his soft hands on my back. His warm lips pressing against sensitive spots on my body.

I opened my eyes to the sounds of objects hitting the floor. I looked over to see Johnny pushing the snacks off the kitchen counter.

"We can deal with that later" Johnny smirked

I laid my back across the cold marble countertop feeling goosebumps travel along my skin. Johnny kissed down my stomach 'til he got to my jeans where he undid the fastener and pulled them down. I raised my hips wanting them off me as fast as possible.

I gazed down to see him kissing my upper thighs making his way slowly to my underwear. My core was pulsing. My hands went to his hair.

"Please Johnny, you're killing me here" I whined easing my hips up trying to get him closer.

"Mhmm, what do you want love?" He teased pulling away slightly from my covered pussy.

"I want you to eat my out Johnny" I whimpered

"I think someone needs to say please" He looked up with his deep brown sexy eyes.

"Please, can you eat me out?" I was begging at this point.

"With pleasure" Johnny purred with his soft velvet voice.

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