#johnny depp blurb

[yup-thats-me]

JOHNNY DEPP

◇ hair love

↳ imagine having tough luck with your hair but fortunately, Johnny's there to rescue

◇ but he's me

↳ Johnny gets jealous when you say Captain Jack Sparrow is maybe a better kisser than him

◇ lifeline

↳ when Johnny is slowly loosing hope, you remind him you're there for him

◇ buttons

↳ stitching up a button on Johnny's dress shirt in a rush

◇ to be with you

↳ a story with Johnny and curvy reader please? They used to be best friends, but they lost touch after he married, mostly because his wife didn’t want him to be near her and reader didn’t like her either (she saw her true colours but knew Johnny wouldn’t listen). After his divorce he tries to find her and resume their friendship, although both of them are deeply in love with each other, neither of them act on it (she especially because she’s very different from the women he usually dates). One night, he appears in front of her door and they catch up

◇ fate

↳ 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!!

◇ surprise puppies

↳ Johnny Depp and the prompt “Shh… everything is going to be okay, I promise”/your dog, Daisy, is unexpectedly pregnant

◇ baths and care

↳ you help Johnny rewind after a hard day by running him a bath

◇ meant to be

↳ when model!reader is sad that Johnny can't come to her show at the Carrousel du Louvre, her gang and Johnny has a way to cheer her up

◇ yellow

↳ Johnny had a nightmare

◇ unconditionally

↳ Johnny x reader with an age gap?

◇ (?) Johnny Depp x fem!reader smut

↳ dominate smut where they go multiple rounds

◇ courage

↳ Johnny had decided he'd tell you his real feelings for you but seeing you kiss Chris Evans on a movie set, he began to wonder if that was the best idea

◇ find you always

↳ y/n faints in a supermarket and Johnny's worried

◇ until I found her

↳ Johnny talks about how y/n became the sun in his life

◇ valentine's with Johnny

◇ insta au 1 2 3 4

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Why does the Undertaker have such a passionate fan base? I'm assuming it's because he looks like a wannabe Tim Burton character in anime form, but why do you guys act like he's so hot? He's no anime, Johnny Depp, but some of you sure act like he is

Defend Your Blurbo # 40

Please remember this post is about curiosity and genuine fandom discourse. Be kind with your answers because this is not a debate essay, this is a discussion between fans

Meet Undertaker from Black Butler. He owns a funeral home and basically provides information for the right price. I don't want to spoil too much, but he is a beloved side character who plays a much more significant role in several arcs. Now, since that's out of the way. Black Butler fandom, defend your blurbs

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

Hi all! I have a LOT of oneshots in my drafts and wondering which ones y'all would like me to put priority on! Here's the general blurb about each of them:

— ୨୧₊˚ Melting: His southern loving applies to more than just tender hair care, it also extends to the way he takes you in bed. (Johnny Depp)

— ୨୧₊˚ Broken promises, ruined plans: After meeting Johnny after your breakup, you can't help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach. But he's not yours to touch anymore. (Johnny Depp)

— ୨୧₊˚ Crawling back to you: After breaking up mid tour, Johnny still joins you as part of your band. But over the course of the remaining shows, he falls back in love with you, completely regretting his choice to end things with you. (Johnny Depp)

— ୨୧₊˚ Handcuffed to love: You've been lying to Tom for months about who you really are, but even after the truth comes out, he still can't get you out of his system. (Tom Hanson)

— ୨୧₊˚ Porn star dancing: After a messy divorce, Johnny finds himself being dragged to a strip club by his friends, in an attempt to make him forget about his pain for one night. Then he meets you; a pretty little dancer, one who will give him a night he won't forget. (Johnny Depp)

— ୨୧₊˚ Fantasies: Your best friend, Johnny, finds out about all the dirty little fantasies you've been having about him. Not only does he make you confess every single one, but he makes them a reality. (Johnny Depp)

— ୨୧₊˚ Desperation: Your virgin boyfriend cannot keep waiting to have you. (Johnny Depp)

[vanfleeter]

Six Weeks // JTK

Pairing: Jake x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Author's Note: Full House has been inspiring me lately. Quick little Jake blurb.

Summary: You and Jake begin making plans for your wedding.

Relaxing in the living room with his guitar resting on his lap, Jake strums a random melody that’s been swimming around in his head for the past three days. He’s so focused on his playing that he doesn’t even notice you walking into the room. That is until you’re sitting in front of him on the coffee table. He lifts his eyes to look at you, not once faltering as he continues playing.

You give him a wide smile and he chuckles.

“Okay..” He smiles as he halts his playing and puts his guitar off to the side. “What do you want?”

“Your mom’s asking if we picked a venue and a date yet.” You say.

“No, we haven’t.” He says. “Though we should soon.”

“Yes and I was thinking we could do that now,” You say. “If you don’t mind.”

Jake shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t mind.”

“Great. Do you have any ideas?” You say as you move to sit next to him on the couch.

“Pirates.”

Your shoulders drop. “Pirates?” Jake eagerly nods his head. “Jake, I adore your love for pirates, you know I do. But I do not want pirates at our wedding.”

“Oh come on babe, think about it.” Jake stands from the couch and walks around the room. “It’d be so much fun.”

“So not happening.”

“Okay, so what do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking maybe something simple, small. Oh there's this perfect little white chapel in my hometown that would just be the most beautiful place to have it.”

“Babe, it’s too country for me.”

You feign offense. “No it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. I am not wearing cowboy boots and yelling “yeehaw” when we tie the knot.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “You won’t have to wear cowboy boots and yell “yeehaw”. But I don’t want to struggle down the aisle wearing a dress that cuts off all air to my lungs and looking like I just stepped out of a Johnny Depp movie.”

The front door opens and Josh steps into the house. “Well hello my lovely engaged couple. Have we settled on a place and date yet?”

“Currently figuring that out now.” Jake says. “But she doesn’t like my ideas.”

“Let me guess, pirates?” Josh says, raising an eyebrow.

“He wants to dress as a pirate.” You say as you stand from the couch.

“I don’t think mom would like that either.” Josh says, noting the look on your face.

“Well help us out here.” Jake says.

“Umm no..” Josh says, shaking his head. “I really only came by to pick up those lyric sheets.”

“Oh right, right.” Jake sighs. “I’ll be right back.”

When he leaves the room, you grab hold of Josh’s shirt in the grip of your hands. “Help me please.” You beg.

“Woah there babe,” He says, prying your hands off of his shirt. “Damn, I just ironed this shirt too.”

“You gotta convince Jake to pick the white chapel. Please. It’s super simple and small and intimate.”

“Babe, I don’t like meddling with yours and Jake’s issues. Especially something like this.”

“If you don’t do this, you’re gonna be standing on that altar wearing a pirate costume.”

“Would it be that bad?”

“Oh Josh..”

He laughs and lays his hands on your shoulders. “I’m kidding.. But like I said, I’m not meddling.”

You groan and stomp your foot. “You suck..”

Jake comes back into the living room and hands the lyric sheets to Josh. “I added a few more things, I hope you don’t mind.”

Josh shakes his head. “Not at all.” He says as he reads what Jake added. “In fact I think you made it more intimate.” He says and shoots you a wink.

Jake narrows his eyes at you. “What’d you tell him?”

You shake your head. “Nothing.”

“I have to go.” Josh says. “Have fun!” He quickly slips out of the living room slamming the front door closed behind him.

Jake folds his arms over his chest. “Let’s compromise.” He says.

“Okay, compromise how?”

“I’ll do small and intimate but you have to-”

“I’ll let you dress like Johnny Depp.”

“Hoop earrings?”

“Fine.”

“Okay so we’ve got that settled,” Jake says as he pulls you into his arms. “What about a date?”

“It has to be special.” You say looking up at him.

“What if we made it easy?” He says. “Make it the day we met.”

“That would be perfect.” You say.

“Alright then it’s all done,” He says. “I’ll call the chapel in the morning and get it booked.”

“Jake..”

“Yeah?”

“Tomorrow is Sunday. The preacher won’t be available.”

“Mmmkay, I’ll call on Monday.” He says. He hugs you tightly. “Geez, can you believe that in six weeks we’ll be married?”

You smack your hands to his chest. “Six weeks?!” You exclaim. “Shit, Jake! That means we only have six weeks to find my dress and you need a tux and catering and we can’t forget about the flowers. Oh god, we have to get the save the dates out and the invites and–”

“Babe, babe!” Jake chuckles. “It’s going to be okay. You’re freaking out over things that we can get help with.”

“What if we eloped?” You say. “Quick and simple and-”

“No offense babe, I’d marry you tonight if we could but my mother would kill me if she doesn’t get to see us get married.” He grabs your hands. “Listen, I’m calling the chapel on Monday and after that I’ll rope Josh into helping me find a caterer while you go with Ronnie and my mom to look for a dress.” He still holds your hands and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your knuckles. “We can do this."

O fim

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Corpse Bride

Rating: PG

Director: Tim Burton, Mike Johnson

Cast: Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Emily Watson, Tracey Ullman, Paul Whitehouse, Joanna Lumley, Albert Finney, Richard E. Grant, Christopher Lee, Michael Gough, Jane Horrocks, Enn Reitel, Deep Roy, Danny Elfman, Stephen Ballantyne, Lisa Kay

Release year: 2005

Genres: fantasy, romance, horror

Blurb: Victor is a young man whisked away to the underworld and wed to a mysterious corpse bride, while his real bride Victoria waits bereft in the land of the living.

[of-stars-and-pens]

Pairing: Johnny Depp and Reader

Fandom: RPF

Inspiration/Request: Random blurb I found on a list that I’ve since misplaced… And Johnny’s win in court!

Warnings: 

A/N: Holy shit. I started this fic forever and a day ago, but here we goooo~

“I remember the first time we met.”

“I wish you didn’t,” you teased back. “My hair was a mess.” You turned to look at him, catching him staring for the briefest moment.

Johnny looked away, shaking his head with closed eyes and a smile only Johnny could have. There was a gentle chuckle before his gaze returned to you.

“I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” Johnny said sweetly, reaching over and taking your hand in his. 

He looked at the growing number of people in your area and frowned while you laughed, covering your mouth.

The movie itself hadn’t started yet, thankfully, but more and more people were taking their seats for the premiere and the sheer amount of people was starting to feel uncomfortable for both of you. Still. It was a mutual friend’s movie you were here to watch and there would certainly be discussions at the afterparty and maybe the after-after party if the two of you were up for that. You weren’t used to events like this and you lacked the stamina needed to be out partying until the sun rose. Johnny didn’t seem to mind, which felt like a blessing considering you were new to this world.

“You looked like you’d stepped out of a time machine or something. With your pulled back and styled that way, and your dress? I was convinced a fucking goddess was gracing us with her presence. Aphrodite herself had stepped down from Mt. Olympus to mingle with us mortals.”

“That explains why you were looking at me so much. I thought I’d done something to piss you off or something,” you admitted softly.

Johnny chuckled and pulled away, shifting his posture in the chair. “No, Darling. That’s not what was happening���I was trying to figure out how to talk to you.”

You looked at him, watching him closely as you rubbed your belly.

He still held your hand but he was leaning away from you, his elbow propped up on the arm rest, his hand stroking his chin as he looked at the empty screen in front of you. There was something on his mind, and you couldn’t get a good read on him or his thoughts. 

You frowned when he looked at you: his eyebrows were raised as he looked at you with interest, as if waiting for you to say something. Adjusting so he was leaning towards you now, his ear aimed at you to hear you better as the room started getting louder. His elbow and hand stayed where they had been despite his chin no longer being there.

You leaned over a little to be closer to him as you spoke, hoping he’d hear you. 

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, looking at him concerned. “You look lost in your own little world. Are you okay, or do we need to go somewhere so you can get grounded?” 

“I’m fine,” he assured with a smile as he sat up and looked at you. “I was just thinking.”

“About?” 

“You. The night we met. How shy you were when Janice introduced us.” 

His smile didn’t convince you that that was really what he had been thinking of, but you weren’t going to push it here. You weren’t worrying about it escalating into a fight or anything like that–just the opposite. You didn’t want him to get emotional over something in public. He was a very private person, all things considered, and you respected that. 

You smiled, and he took that as an invitation to continue. He leaned closer to you again, and you leaned your head over so your ear was closer to his lips.

“I was wondering what it would take to get you to open up, break that shyness.” He chuckled. “And then she told me about your poster, and–”

“I still haven’t forgiven her for that,” you interrupted, smiling to yourself as he laughed.

His gaze met yours as you turned towards him. Even as his laughter stopped, the joy in his eyes made your chest feel warm in the best way. 

You loved this man, and knowing he loved you too was unimaginable. You wouldn’t believe this was even a possibility if it wasn’t for the fact you’d woken up to breakfast in bed. Your favorite too–made by Johnny. This was a dream you had once, but waking up every morning to it being your reality? Incredible.

And he was so painfully kind to you; knowing the pain he’d experienced in the past broke your heart. The two of you had been through so much that all you wanted was to make the other happy. The doting took so many shapes–from him getting a small tattoo to match one you had already gotten to you playing hostess to his guests: making sure that they had full glasses and full bellies. The love the two of you shared was unrivaled, and it warmed those around you. Even his children liked you, something you never expected but were so incredibly thankful for. Days out shopping with Lily-Rose were something you cherished.

There were times he would ask you to pose for his paintings, or ask you to listen to the music he’d been writing. 

He made you feel safe. Whenever there was a bump in the night, he would investigate.

You were his muse, and he was your home, and that was all that mattered.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

A B C D or even Z list? by u/narcwatchkiwi

A, B, C, D or even Z list? Hi All,I'm genuinely curious about how the A, B, C, D list works. Was MM ever B list? Apparently the B list includes actors like Nicholas Cage, who is very famous. Apparently the D-list includes reality and celebrity game show stars, but apparently MM was rejected from reality TV shows, and celebrity game shows 'Strictly Come Dancing' and also 'Made in Chelsea'. So, she might not have even been D list...I found this definition below.“A-list” actors are exceptionally successful, their (celebrity) extends beyond the silver screen, and their name guarantees a box office hit. Some “A-list” actors include: Will Smith, Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Angelina Jolie, Meryl Streep, and Johnny Depp...“B-list” actors are usually television actors or less successful movie stars. Some “B-list” actors include: Nicholas Cage, Katherine Heigl, David Morse, Samantha Morton, and Pierce Brosnan. “B-list” actors usually never headline a film by themselves; this means the supporting actors are usually fairly notable too.A “C-list” actor is a character actor that’s known by face and not by name. They are usually still good actors, but they receive less (celebrity) than an A or B-list actor.“D-list” actors are the lowest on the celebrity hierarchy; they appear on celebrity game shows and reality television.So I looked up Z-list...Z-list celebrity"Usually an ex-reality show star or marginally talented has-been actor/entertainer who hasn't grasped that their 15 minutes of fame expired at least 26 months ago. Often seen on game shows, Home Shopping Network, Dancing With The Stars, infomercials at 3:00am, VH-1, truTV, even worse reality shows, or Where Are They Now? blurbs on Facebook.They aggressively pursue facetime on TV for interviews or insert themselves into Hollywood galas to which they have not been invited. Occasionally they will create personal drama, no matter how embarrassing, believing that no publicity is bad publicity.- Urban Dictionary.Oh dear!Taxi driver involved in the Harkles 'Near catastrophic car chase' post link: https://ift.tt/8MtPCDh author: narcwatchkiwi submitted: November 01, 2023 at 04:12AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[sidthedollface2]

Thank you for the tag friend! @justmeinadaze

The incredible Johnny Depp (Benny and Joon)

This song has me in the feels.

No pressure tags: @madelynraemunson @munson-blurbs @myobmaya @acourtofwhatthefuck

⊹ challenge — you’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved to your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title.

tagged by: @spitefulscreenwriter (ty so much🤍✨)

tagging: @stonerbunnyposts @becca-alexa @bookshelf-dust @littledemondani @trader-jolene @steph-speaks @bewilderedbunny @stvnhydes @electricmunson @munsonsfairy @3rd-conchord (no pressure!)

[imaginesbyjay]

Romantic Getaway with Johnny Depp

Pairing: Johnny Depp x reader

Requested: yes

Summary: You and your boyfriend Johnny Depp decided to get away from the paparazzi in a beach cabin.

Word count: 471

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He was the one that came up with the idea after you told him you wanted to spend some time alone without paparazzi following you.

You both decided that going to a resort near the beach for the weekend would be the best idea.

You’d have one little cabin for just the two of you.

He would pay the biggest part of the vacation because, let’s be honest, you could not afford it.

You would get there by airplane on Friday night.

Both of you would be so tired you would fall asleep during the flight on top of each other.

When the plane landed, a flight attendant had to wake you up as it was really late and you were really comfortable.

Sadly, she had to ask to take a picture with him and you couldn’t wait to get to the resort already.

Luckily, no one in the airport seemed to notice him and the suitcases arrived pretty soon so you left as fast as you could really wanting the peace from the lonely cabin on the beach. 

A car from the resort came to the airport to pick you up.

Soon later you finally got to the resort.

Taking in the view and the warmth from the soft wind, Johnny wrapped his hands around your waist, both of you looking into the ocean.

The cabin was as beautiful.

It was far away from the others. You could barely see the people on the beach.

Once inside you went straight to bed from how tired you were.

The next morning you woke up in your boyfriend's arms, the sunlight coming through the soft curtains.

After several minutes of just looking to his features, he woke up.

“What are you looking at?”

Staying in bed for more minutes.

Finally getting up to remove the curtains that were blocking the view.

The golden light coming through making the water look even more transparent.

Neck kisses while watching the ocean.

Followed by a morning shower ;)

Spending most of the day swimming together, relaxing in the warm weather or walking hand by hand by the water.

At eating times asking the resort to bring the food to the cabin so you didn’t have to deal with the fans from the restaurant.

Enjoying all the alone time.

Not missing the fans or the paparazzi at all.

Hands always touching each other.

Lots of kissing and make-out sessions.

Still being careful that someone might be watching you just by habit.

Him reassuring you that no one is there and that there is nothing to worry about.

Every day ending in sex.

Not wanting to leave and coming back at least once a month to keep both of you sane.

Every time is even better than the previous one.

Coming back home to the same routine and can't wait for the next romantic getaway.

[monellabella]

I cannot BELIEVE that in 4 whole seasons of Stranger Things, we never got to see Steve in a crop top. An actual CRIME.

I mean oh my GOD imagine Steve-

I’m literally FOAMING at the mouth

[boop-le-snoot]

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⚡ My name is Bun/Bunny. I am a slavic/baltic afab agender queer gremlin and I go by any pronouns, however most of my writing caters to people who use she/her pronouns and possess afab body parts. I do take requests for nb/male reader stories & I have no problems with using neopronouns as well.

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⚡ masterlist below spoiler ⚡ stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content ⚡

⚡ multichapter fics ⚡

party favours | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed

practical alchemy | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus until spring)

⚡one-shots⚡

tony stark | doll parts | skin starving | butt dial? no, booty call* | degradation* (dubcon) | teasing tony | nerd fishing* | love letter* (dd/lg) | bad day* | trust issues | stitches | sticky sweet* |

helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |

bruce banner | emotional support nerd* | bondage* | lab delights* | spoiled | blindfolds & edging* | you've seen the butcher* |

stephen strange | dr. feelgood* (as seen on tiktok) | touch me i'm sick* | spellbound* | brat & restraints* | aftercare | mean!dom* (gender neutral reader) | inappropriate use of the eye of agamotto* | selfship drabbles - oral fixation, more horny brainrot | spitfire* | dazed & confused* | year after year | the leg thing* | hand/size kink* |

sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader) |

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

⚡ blurb series ⚡

daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |

[fandom-puff]

Dear Reader -> send me a prompt and I will write a baby blurb

Cym as your comfort movies and/or shows 💗

Omg <3

You as How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Jim Carey version obv 👹 idk if u need an explanation for that x

@pinkandblueblurbs as Benidorm cos it just radiates chaotic energy x

@thebadgerclan as Willy Wonka (Johnny Depp version) bc ur sweet and creative just like Willy wonka x

@retromafia as Blue Planet (the David Attenborough documentary about the oceans and the seas) because I get rlly chill vibes and Blue planet makes me calm

@theshelbyclan as The Death of Stalin bc the dry but hilarious humour in it remind me of your Shelby sis fics <3

@peakyswritings as Matilda because it’s one of my favourite films but I haven’t seen it in a while, but whenever I do see it I smile :)

[burning-the-write-oil]

Untitled Blurb

Summary: Yet another bedroom scene where I’m obsessing over tattoos and smoking. (this is literal thirst)

Pairings: Johnny Depp/F!Reader

Words: 925

Rating: PG-13/Mature

Warnings: suggestive content, some nudity, smoking

A/N: I don’t have anything to explain this besides saying it’s just me being thirsty. This is one of the few times I’ve just written non-stop when an idea pops into my mind, so I’m not as confident about this one lol. I’m also going to tag @depplyimagines​ since their fics have definitely inspired me. I hope you enjoy though, if you do read! Feel free to also check out my other fics and please like, reblog, or comment!

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Afterglow (noun) af·​ter·​glow | \ ˈaf-tər-ˌglō: a pleasant effect or feeling that lingers after something is done, experienced, or achieved.

This was often the only word that came to mind after our nights together. That word and his name. Afterglow was better than any other high from a drug and if it always involved the intoxicating scent of his cologne and sweat, the numbness felt in my thighs, and raw throat, I’d take it over any drug someone offered me.

I reached over the side of the bed nearest to me, grabbing a pillow that had fallen to the floor and placing it behind my bed. I laid on my back, pulling the sheets and blankets to cover my bare chest. The sweat that covered my chest and back was starting to evaporate and left me with chills.

I glanced over to see him now propping his back against the white cushioned headboard, tucking strands of his dark hair behind his ears. He reached over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, grabbing the cigarette pack and opening it to find the licorice paper inside. I watched him carefully roll the paper around the substance before sealing it and bringing it to his lips. My eyes dragged down his chest as I heard the flick of the lighter and saw the cloud of smoke from the corner of my eye. I barely realized my hand reaching out to trace my fingers lightly over the ink near his collarbone.

“They haven’t gone anywhere.” His voice teased as he saw me eyeing the ink and I quickly pulled my hand away to look up at him.

He smirked down at me, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke from his lips. Watching someone smoke had no business being that hot, even though I despised the fact that he did it.

“I can’t admire you?” I grinned back, turning over onto my stomach and propping my chin up with a hand to meet his eyes.

“Much better you just letting me admire you.”

I rolled my eyes at his comment. The lights on the sides of the headboard providing a soft glow around him that made his tan complexion even more stunning than it already was. My eyes then caught the red streaks that ran down his chest and the crescent marks near his shoulders. He followed my gaze before bringing his free hand towards me and brushing his thumb and index finger along my chin and jaw. My eyes were completely focused on his, lips barely parted.

“Dangerous one, you are.”

I leaned into his touch, fully at will to anything he would’ve asked me to do at that moment.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” He assured, bringing the cigarette to his lips again, leaning his head back against the headboard.

I shifted to lay my head on top of the blankets covering his lower half, now eyeing the tattoos that adorned his arms and the rest of his torso.

“I love your tattoos,” I mumbled as I brought his left arm closer to get a better look at them. Even though I’d seen all the ink on his body before and asked him to tell me about a number of them, I still loved hearing him talk about them.

“Yeah?” Another cloud of smoke fell from his lips as he spoke, looking down at me.

“Beautiful.” I barely spoke, brushing my lips over the words and art that were in my reach.

He then moved his hand to gently cup the side of my face and I could feel the rough skin of his fingers on my face as his thumb stroked back and forth.

“So where are you headed next, Mr. world traveler?” I asked with a small smile, shutting my eyes at his touch. I’d called him that on occasion as he had to obviously travel frequently for his job.

“Going to try and stow away in my suitcase?” He laughed, eyeing me playfully.

“I don’t think that would work out well for either of us.” I giggled, turning my head to kiss the palm of his hand.

“You may have a point there.” He hummed in agreement, nodding his head teasingly as if seriously considering your point.

I couldn’t help but grin up at him. He knew I was sad about him having to leave tonight, so he did whatever he could to make me smile. Glancing over at the clock beside the bed, I pushed the sheets away from my chest, moving to now straddle his thighs. He raised a brow with a growing smirk, taking one more drag of the tobacco before putting it out in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“We’ve still got half an hour left…” My voice tapered off, shrugging innocently as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I guess we do.” He locked eyes with mine, leaning forward ever so slightly and gently running his hands down the sides of my bare torso. “Something you want?”

“You.” I breathed, dropping my head to the crook of his neck, gently pressing kisses along the skin.

He slowly moved his hands up to grasp my bare breasts, index fingers and thumbs brushing over my nipples. They were still sore from his attention to them earlier and I shivered.

“Sure you can handle it?” He teased, lowering his voice ever so slightly as he brushed a few strands of my hair over my shoulder.

I resisted the urge of rolling my eyes as I answered him, “God yes.”

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Rating: R

Director: Tim Burton

Cast: Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman, Timothy Spall, Sacha Baron Cohen, Jamie Campbell Bower, Laura Michelle Kelly, Jayne Wisener, Ed Sanders, Gracie May Weldon, Ava May, Jody Halse, Aron Paramor, Lee Whitlock, Nick Haverson

Release year: 2007

Genres: drama, horror

Blurb: Benjamin Barker (a.k.a. Sweeney Todd) sets up a barber shop down in London, which is the basis for a sinister partnership with his fellow tenant, Mrs. Lovett, and her bakery.

[7soulstars]

*kneeling dramatically in front of your throne* greetings my queen Hri! i hope you're doing well and taking good care of yourself 💕 i just read your johnny depp hcs and it's perfect .. i have sufferd from eating disorders for years and i know you got everything right, angel.. thank you so much for being so kind and supportive to all of us😻✨

as you know i've been thristing over legolas lately 🙊 so i thought of requesting something cute with him, if you don't mind writing it ofcourse, maybe he and y/n got lost in the woods and y/n is freaking out cause it's like her biggest fear actually happening but legolas so chill and is secretly happy cause it means he gets to spend more time with her, you can take it from here or develop it however you like 💕✨ thank you again love 😻

You sopil me soo much! Ugh I love it ! I’m glad you liked the hc I was really scared that I may have hurt someone or may have triggered them ! I hope your all better now and I know how much strength it takes to take a disorder down,,,,, Also I live for this Legolas fic req because we all know how much of a cheeky little shit he is! So lets go!!

Taur-o Thilivern Lie

Characters: Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Arachnophobia?, mention of blood,Sugar Rush Inducing Fluff that makes our local elf dad want to puke

Summary: Legolas and Y/N get lost in the woods one is praying for time to go faster, the other to go slow....

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Taur-o Thilivern Lie ; Elvish for The Woods of White Lies

“Legolas.....”

“Y/N.....”

“We are lost aren’t we ?”

“.........Yes........”

The duo stood there in silence,only the cawing of a raven echoing in the background as the elven prince watched the woman turn stiff as a board. Not even a second later Y/N started walking in circles before stopping infront of the prince and looked him straight in the eye. “D-Don’t worry Legolas I’ll get us out of here”, she said puffing her chest as the her voice betrayed her actions.

Legolas did not say much he just nodded and walked behind Y/N who was stopping every two minutes of their walk. Well at least not until they reached a very dark and damp part of the forest.

“Oh must be where the huge spider lives”,Legolas unconciously let the words slip his mouth.

“SPIDERS !?”

“Yes-”, his words were cut off as Y/N bolted across the trees screaming with no heed to the direction she was going in.

“Y/N !”, Legolas yelled as he ran behind her a layer of raw worry painting across himself “Y/N stop you are going to hurt yourself !”, he yelled as that’s exactly what happened.

The ground beneath Y/N’s feet sloped and she toppled rolling down a small heap. The ellon ran towards her as he reached out for her arm but ended up getting pulled into a hug.

Y/N’s face was buried into his chest as he froze. Her shoulders were shaking and his tunic felt wetter by every second. If this was a different scenario then Legolas would have died blushing but currently he was too concerned.

“Y/N ? Y/N are you crying? Valar did I do something ! I’m-”

“You idiot !”, she cried bringing herself to face him. Her face covered with tears and snot which everyone else would have taught was disgusting but not to Legolas. "I thought we're going to die! I like you so much I don' wanna die so soon! I'm scared of spiders", she wailed incoherenty, bringing her head back into his chest unaware of the words that left her mouth in the panic.

Legolas wouldn't lie, he was enjoying the feeling of the girl in buried into his chest way and her words too much, as he wrapped his arms around her as he lightly scolding her, " That is why you must stick close to me Y/N! This forest is full of dangers and you are not well aware of that yet ! "

It was true. Y/N had never been to the forest. It had been new to her and now she is clinging into the the tunic of the Prince of Elves. "I'm sorry..... ", she whined, her voice muffling into his chest. Her head still buried into his chest, the prince decided to say, " Oh Valar! A spider! " to which the girl let out a ear piercing screech as she tried running out of his arms, her eyes still closed. "LEGOLAS!!"

He let out a loud laugh as he grabbed her waist and kept her in position, from running away. Her back was now rested on his chest, her head under his chin as he coaxed her to open her eyes. "Hey shh shhh, I was joking okay, open your eyes! Look! ...", and she did did as he said.

There lay a beautiful clearing in front of them, blue and orange flowers littered everywhere as the now setting sun shone upon them giving them a beautiful hue. Y/N's tears had dried replaced by the smile on her face as she sighed happily at the scene playing in front of her. "It's so beautiful..... ". Legolas looked at her, he had forgotten about the flowers "Cin are limb more" (You are much more)he mumbled. His words not reaching her ears.

Neither of them knew how much time passed by as the two sat on the grassy patch unaware of their seating position until Y/N snapped out of the trance standing up abruptly, her face flustered. "W-we should try finding our way back! It's getting darker." Legolas didn't notice his face twist. He looked like a kicked puppy whose owner wouldn't give him pats well , at least until there was a rustle from the bushes nearby. He got up in one swift motion pulling Y/N behind him and his bow and arrow in his hand, waiting for whatever was in the bushes to come out.

Rustle!

"Prince Legolas and Lady Y/N?"

"Haldir!?", the two looked at the march warden in disbelief.

"Haldir!" Y/N ran towards him and held his hand. "Thank god you're here we got lost!"

"Lost ?", the marchwarden questioned his eyebrow lifting as he glanced at the prince behind the lady who had patted his index finger on his own lip.

The horses galloped back to the palace Legolas sported an idiotic smile on his face and a very tired and asleep Y/N leaned on his chest as they rode along with Haldir.

"Since when does the prince who spent almost every day of his childhood in those woods get lost? ", Haldir asked playfully.

"Hollen or-" (shut up) mumbled the other. Still unable to wipe the grin off his face "I got confused.... ", he reasoned.

"Whatever you say..... ", Haldir chucked. " Well, it isn't called Taur-o Thilivern Lie for nothing ", he countinued.

"Indeed... ", Legit said in a good mood, for now he was sure he really wanted you...

--The End--

Me: *gets ready to be hit with Tomatoes*

Hey guys! I'm finally done with this blurb! It was for my babies @gorgeourrific-nerd and all of you! It's not my best work and Ik it's short but I really hope you like it! I worked hard for it! Please do keep sending in requests! It may take a while but I'll definitely do it! Feedback would be appreciated! I hope you like, comment and reblog my fics if you like them to support me! Please do not plagiarize my work I really work hard for it🥺.I love you guys!🥰🥰

~Love Hri

[dont-call-me-baby-posts]

still not over the fact that anders just gave his father the fucking "goody bag"

HAHAHAHA my boy folded so easy. Very Gemini of him tbh. They didn’t even have to force it out of him either like they barely got two words in and he’s like ugh fine guys, take it 🙄 HSHSJS

ANWYAY here’s a blurb about the moments immediately after he gave his dad the goods. MAJOR TW. Also sorry if Anders isn’t very likable in this moment buuuut you have to understand he was not in a good way. Only to be cracking jokes about it a few hours later with Harry 🙃

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Anders could hear his parents arguing through the walls, the bathroom backing up to his room through the wall just across from his bed. He buried his head under a pillow, but he could still hear it. Their words bounced off of each other and shattered on the tile flooring, his mother becoming more and more fucking hysterical as the seconds passed around him.

“He’s going to kill himself, Mike. What do you not understand about that?”

“I understand, honey. What else do you expect me to do, huh? We can’t just lock him up in his room forever.”

“We send him back to rehab is what we do! We can’t just let him get away with something like this.”

“We can’t send him to rehab if he isn’t on anything.”

“You honestly believe he’s been sober this entire time? Don’t be naive, Mike. You know how he is… he’s always been good at hiding things from us.”

“I do believe him. What more can we do?”

“What more can we do?” The scoff his mother let out in the pause between her words was sharp enough it reached Anders all the way across the room, piercing through his blankets he’d cocooned himself inside. “That’s nice, Mike. We’ll just let him do what he wants. But then it’ll be your fault when our son dies in our house.”

Anders shuttered through every silent second that ticked by. He was crying now, hard, but he knew when he got home that he was going to. He really had ruined everything- his career, his friendships, his parents marriage. What was next? Finally his dad spoke again.

“What even is this stuff, anyway?” He asked. Anders could hear the familiar jingle of pills inside an unmarked bottle, making his joints tense up all over.

“I don’t know.”

“I just wonder what it does. Is it fun for him? Does it make him feel good?”

It did, but not in the way his dad was probably thinking. He wasn’t addicted to fucking ecstasy or anything. Anders hated his dad for a second, imagining the way he must think of him. He imagined himself in the place of Johnny Depp, the lead character in his fathers version of “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.”

Anders heard his mother saunter down the hall into his parents bedroom that they rarely shared anymore. The door slammed behind her, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing. It continued like that for a long time as Anders counted along. 14 flushes.

Anders wanted to disappear. He wished for a second he would’ve just gotten rid of the drugs himself, or would’ve at least taken some of them before coming clean so he wouldn’t have had to feel so bad about everything. He wanted to talk to Y/N, or maybe Harry, but he didn’t want to worry them.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened slowly, the soft patter of his dads fingertips on the wood in his version of a knock. Anders flipped over quickly so he wouldn’t have to look him in his face.

“Are you alright, son?”

“Better than ever.”

It got quiet. There was a tension in the room that felt the way the spaces between fathers and their children always felt- slightly chilly and even more heavy. His dad sat on the mattress, making Anders strain against the bend of the bed to stay in his placed tucked against the wall.

“I just wanted to say-“

“Please don’t.” Anders whispered. “Whatever this is, it’s not necessary, okay? Whatever father son bullshit you’re about to lay on me, you can save it.”

“Don’t speak to me like that, Anderson.” His dad barked, though his tone did little to cover the emotion in his voice. “You’re going to listen to me, do you understand? Fix your tone.”

The silence weighed a thousand pounds, but Anders knew better than to talk back. It was like he was 16 again, getting in trouble after school for picking a fight with some asshole kid in the hallway.

(In fairness, Anders never really picked the fights as much as they picked him, his parents just acted like he did. There was one time in particular, a day Anders remembers vividly even now, where some kid named Johnathan had slapped some girl on the ass during passing period, and obviously Anders fucking decked him. Anders felt pretty good about it at the time, telling the principal that maybe he should care a little bit more about children being s*xually a*saulted in his hallways than him knocking some kid out. He felt a little less good about it when he got grounded for two weeks that night. He was banished to his bedroom, this same bedroom, because apparently even when Anders did the right thing it was still wrong. His parents had always treated him like a criminal, practically since he was born.)

“I just wanted to say that I’m proud of you for telling us the truth. I know that isn’t easy.”

“Why, because I’m a liar?”

“No-“ His dad sighed heavily. “Because it’s hard to be honest about… stuff like this. I won’t act like I don’t know that. I’ll leave you alone, but I just wanted to say thank you for trusting us. I know I don’t know what you’re going through-“

“Yeah, no fucking shit, dad.” Anders sniffled, sitting up straight. “You have no fucking clue. Do you know what it’s like to be here with her right now? She’s making this fucking impossible for me. This is, like, the last fucking place on earth I should be right now if I’m supposed to stay sober. Do you realize that? She’s making my life a fucking nightmare, twenty-four fucking seven.”

“Your mom loves you so much.”

“She fucking hates me. She always has. You think I don’t hear the way she talks about me? She can’t stand to be around me, and you know what? I can’t fucking stand her, either!”

Anders didn’t really mean it, but in this moment he did. His chest shook with heavy breaths he tried to keep even. He really did feel bad for raising his voice at his dad, who had in one way or another always been the one to take his side when it came to his mother. Even if he folded without much of a fight, his dad did always at least try to defend him.

“She makes sure I know every single fucking day how much better off she’d be without me. You both would be. And you expect me not to take it personally? Why would anybody want to live like this?”

“She doesn’t think that, and neither do I. Your mom… She’s struggling, okay? But she’s doing her best. We all are.”

“Well I must take after her, then, because her best isn’t very fucking good. I don’t want to fucking be here anymore. I don’t want to be anywhere anymore, I’m fucking tired of all of this. I’m done.”

“Don’t talk like that. You don’t mean it.”

“You think I don’t? What part of the last four months tells you I’m joking, huh? What, was it not obvious enough that I fucking mean every word of it?”

“Just because of the incident doesn’t mean-“

“Don’t fucking call it that!” Anders screamed. At this point his mother could hear every word, even down the hallway. “I tried to k*** m*****, dad! Say it with your chest, big man. You and mom haven’t said it once since I’ve been here, so go ahead and say it.”

His dad had that hard expression on his face the way he always did. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to say that I’m proud.”

“You should’ve said that a long time ago, bro. I don’t give a shit if you’re proud of me now. You could’ve been proud when I got a record deal, or when I passed fucking algebra. You don’t get to be proud now.”

His father stood to leave, not bothering to offer a response. Anders didn’t want him to leave just yet, not because he wanted his company but because he had a lot to say. “I can’t fucking wait to leave here. You guys can live your perfect little life without me and mom can tell everybody what a “good kid” I am. You won’t even have to see me.” Anders paused to laugh. “But just wait until my face is all over the cover of every magazine in sixth months because I finally fucking did it. Mom won’t be able to lie to everyone then, will she? It’ll be fucking front page news what a shit parent she is! Maybe then she’ll actually give a fuck! You can’t convince me the only reason she’s so concerned about me dying isn’t solely because it’ll make her look bad.”

His dad frowned and shook his head, opening up the door. He sighed again. “We love you very much, Anderson. I just wanted you to know.”

“You fucking hate me and you know it.” Anders laughed. “Get the fuck out.”

And he did. Anders was left alone, again, weeping helplessly into his pillowcase. He didn’t mean any of it, really. But maybe he did. Either way, he’d said it and he couldn’t unsay it. He wanted to talk to Y/N but she had her own shit going on with Harry so he didn’t bother. He just tucked himself deeper into the space where the bed met the wall abs tried to force himself to sleep.