Random oneshots :)

11-johnny depp x reader

*based on a russian song i really like 'kotyk', free translation-kitten*

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it was long ago that johnny decided he'll never fall in love again.

when johnny returns home after work today, hes feeling sick. theres a growing pit in his stomach, and his body is shaking with cold sweat.

again, he enters his empty house with a weird feeling. maybe regret, or could it be the feeling of missing out? hes not sure. he walks in and right to his kitchen, pulling out of the bar a bottle of wine and pouring himself a kind glass of wine, opening his jacket buttons with his other hand. he leans on the bar-top, one hand over his stomach, the other holding the glass to his lips, while he replies the conversation with you, only an hour ago.

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"hey johnny?" a knock on the door to his dressing room, "yes?" he calls, and you open the door and slide in, closing it behind you. "oh, hey {Y/N}" he smiles as he puts his things back into his bag.

"hey johnny" your gentle voice travles to his ears, and he turns around to see you standing infront of the door, hands behind your back, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip and big doe eyes, bouncing on your heels looking at him. "what are you all excited about?" he asks with a smirk.

"i wanted to talk to you about something" you smile, gingerly walking deeper into the room while he returns to collecting his things. "what is it love?" he used nicknames with everyone, and you loved it, they always made your stomach flip.

"its kind of importent.." you whisper, and he sees as your confidence sinks down, changing with shyness and emberressment. "im listening" he smiles down at you, reasuring. he loved seeing you so up close, he could see all of your lashes that decorated your innocent looking {E/C} eyes, and the clear skin over your gentle face, and how it decorated with a soft blush every once in a while, quite often around him.

"just dont laugh at me" you smiled with a breathy laugh, and he smiled widely. "if its funny, i cant promise i wont" he smirks, and you sigh, shaking your head. he sets his hand on your shoulder, feeling how delicate you are under him. he loved it, it made him feel... manly, able to protect you from whatever.

"ok im just going to say it..." you took a deep breath and looked uo at him, his insides melt when he sees your eyes looking like that at him, almost asking mercy, "i think i love you" you babbled closing your eyes tightly for a second.

hes lost. his feet are driven in place and his eyebrows grow. "what?" he finally asks after a few seconds of silence. "i-i... egh" you sigh with annoyance, "all the time that we spend together... in and outside of work... its just.. so much fun! and i just love being around you, and seeing you, and listening to you talk..." you whisper and look up at him for a reaction.

theres not one. hes just staring down, not moving, so you decide to keep talking "and-and i know... youre really busy and after that divorce... i know. and i know im not a big star yet-" he loved how you always said that. its not true, you were a great young actress with a bright future with a lot of recognition, but he loved how you said the word 'yet'. you have some kind of goal to reach.

"-and im not asking you for anything much... i just want you to know because i really do... love you" the words stammered out of your mouth, and you sighed deeply. "i really do love you... johnny depp" you finally finish, and look down at your hands, cheeks painted red, unshed tears rimming your eyes.

"i..im.. im sorry" he pulls away and takes a few steps away from you, he watches as your eyes grow with slight hurt and plead, the warm tears arent threatening anymore, one gently travled down your pink cheek. he so wants to take a step forward and kiss your tears away.