#johnny depp fluff

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

I cannot stop thinking about what being married to Johnny Depp would entail.

Always being by his side for the big events, your wedding ring on full display. No doubts that you get compliments on it. He picked out a damn beautiful ring, and it was absolutely perfect for you. It was filled with your essence.

Or him teasing you by referring to you as "Mrs. Depp", because it never fails to make you blush. He'd wrap his arms around you from behind, gently swaying you back and forth. "I love you so much. You're so beautiful. I'm a damn lucky bastard to be your husband, sweetheart." He'd whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his facial hair lightly grazing your skin.

But I think what really sells me is how he celebrates your anniversary. You both don't want your anniversary to become a public affair, so you two opt to stay in; make dinner together, steal kisses, laugh, slow dance in the kitchen, eventually settle in the living room with your dinner. You watch a movie, but you two just talk over it, whether it's just regular conversation between you two, or comments about the film. Eventually you finish your dinner, and he offers to go put the dishes away, coming back with two glasses of wine. He sits back down on the couch, handing you your glass before curling you up to his side, his free arm around you. "Cheers to many, many, more anniversaries after this one" He whispered, kissing the crown of your head, before gently clinking your glasses together.

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[emeraldgreenbeautiesstu]

OFF TOPIC BUT JOHHNY DEPP IS SO HOT.

[delicioushottubpeanut]

Y'know when you start liking a dilf and see all these edits and then become jealous because they have liked them longer than you

[ghsttk]

the beautifulest.

Scenario: After telling Johnny Depp that you were feeling insecure about your appearance, he showers you with praises.

Warnings: Pregnancy (about 4-5 months), female reader.

Word count: 654

a/n: I hope you're satisfied, miss Jupiter. English is not my first language.

You throw your last dress on the bed, frustrated. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel like a covered gas cylinder, nothing looks good on you. Johnny, your husband, had invited you on a date, he told you to wear something nice… But what? There are no nice, only too-tight dresses, from before your pregnancy, and oversized dresses, that make you feel even bigger.

And it's not that you're hating your pregnancy, ever! Your pregnancy was the best thing that ever happened, you always dreamed about being a mother, especially having Johnny as the father. But before being a mother, you’re a woman, a woman who worries about her appearance.

You place a hand on your swollen belly, sighing. You’re wearing a long navy blue dress, but you don’t even feel like going out anymore and you don’t know how to tell your husband. And speaking of which… “My dear, are you ready?” Johnny asks, entering the bedroom without waiting for an answer. He has that usual warm smile on his face as he looks at you through the mirror. “Blue? stunning, honey. I’ll change my shirt to match you.” He wraps his arms above your pregnant stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You give him a small smile and he instantly notices that something is wrong. “Talk to me, dearest, what’s the matter?” He says softly, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You sigh, looking down, searching for words to explain as if they were scattered on your feet. He gently turns you to face him, his eyes painted in worry. “I don’t feel so beautiful, hubby, not like I was before.” You shake your head, still facing down.

He immediately holds your chin up again, looking into your eyes, his own narrowing as he notices you’re serious. “Oh, my. Why on Earth would you say that?” He scolds you gently, his hand now cupping your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, both before and now.” He caresses your cheeks, still concerned. You smile on one side, weakly, without much effort to mask what you still feel. “Please, don’t doubt your beauty just because your body is changing, my love.” He frowns his eyebrows softly, pulling you into a hug, you lay your head on his shoulder while he strokes your back.

Johnny keeps you there for a while, savoring the feeling of having you close, until he disentangles himself from your arms and turns you to face the mirror once again, holding your hips. “Listen to me, my dear, and look at yourself while I speak.” He says firmly yet gently, he wants you to see how he sees you, to understand why you’re his muse.

“You’re radiant” He moves your hair, brushing it away from your face. “Every new curve, every feature from your pregnancy… They all remind me of how much happiness you’re bringing into my world.” His hands slide to stroke your belly, his fingers reverent, worshiping. “You’re carrying our first child, for God’s sake. You’re glowing, you’re divine!” He kisses your cheek loudly, making you giggle, the glow finally returning to your face, all thanks to your beloved.

You turn to him, smiling. “You’re the best, my dear” You kiss him, still smiling. “Say you’re beautiful, my dear.” He asks, softly. “I am beautiful, Mr. Depp” You nod, hands going to stroke his shaved cheeks. “Good.” He places his hands on your waist. “I don’t want to hear you say the otherwise ever again, Mrs. Depp” He playfully rebukes you, pinching your waist lightly, but you can see a hint of seriousness, he means what he said.

“I’m in awe of you carrying our child.” He glances down at your stomach. “You’re the beautifulest.” He says with a fond smile. “My love, that word doesn’t even exist.” You laugh, the genuine sound making his eyes sparkle with love. 

“Of course it exists, and it means you.”

a/n: thank you for the idea, you're welcome to suggest anything, I'll always hear you.

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[robin-the-enby]

Hello!! Could I request some sweeney todd x reader heavy fluff please? thanks!

Marked by an angel

Pairing: Sweeney Todd x gn!reader

Smmary: A chance meeting of two strange people on Fleet street. What started just as part of your job lead you to finding a new friend and perhaps...a lover.

Warnings: hints of murder (it's Sweeney, c'mon), unfair boss/employee dynamic, description of getting robbed and bruises (1 blackeye)

A/N: After what felt like an eternity, I am back! I am so glad I finished this. I was dealing with mental issues, financial struggles, work and uni so I had no time and time or energy to do anything. But I am very happy to post this! Maybe it's not as fluffy as you wanted and for that I am sorry, but I feel like it is as true to the character as possible :) I'll gladly hear your feedback on this piece and all likes, but especially reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Also, if you'd like to hear some bonus stuff about this oneshot, feel free to shoot me a message!

There are many men in the world. And yet you can't say you've ever met anyone the likes of Mr. Todd.

The quiet barber from Fleet street. With his pale complexion, white streaked hair and dark eyes that held the depths of the ocean that surrounds Britain. He had captured your attention the very first time you made an appointment with him for your boss. The recommendations for his shop floated around your part of town and all the gentlemen could not seem to praise his skills enough.

Your boss had ordered you to find him a new barber, since his old one was ripping him off on money. Not that you blamed the poor bloke, times were tough, prices high and it wasn't like your boss couldn't spare a few pounds, especially since he liked to have his hair and beard trimmed once a month. Luckily, you managed to talk him out of getting the authorities involved, knowing that if the man was to be jailed, it would take a massive toll on his family.

Your job as an errand person, a sort of secretary, was simple enough in theory. You followed your boss around, a businessman dealing in produce from a few farms that he owned in the countryside. All you had to do was carry a notepad and a pencil with you to scribble down tasks that had to be managed and appointments that had to be made or dealt with. But in reality your legs were probably stronger than most people's, with how many steps you walked every day. Even though it wasn't in your job description, you did everything your boss didn't want to, went everywhere he wasn't exactly needed. You swore that the lazy bastard would have you walking to the latrine instead of him, if it were possible.

That was one of the reasons you liked the visits to the barber's, because you got to just sit on a chair by the window for an hour at least, quietly listening to the conversation made between your boss and the man grooming him, only occasionally having to scribble down one thing or another. But ever since your boss started to frequent Mr. Todd's shop, the rest wasn't the only reason accompanying your boss there was enjoyable or you.

Mr. Todd was an enigma. Mostly silent during work and outside of it, you learnt to appreciate the sound of his voice and to study his body language, little quirks that gave off pieces of his personality. The way his eyes flitted around, scanning the face of his customer for any imperfections that needed to be dealt with. His hands were steady, working seemingly without relying on his eyes or even brain, with a level of discipline you haven't seen before in your life. And from time to time, his eyes would flick up to meet yours, for a fraction of a second, before falling back down to your boss, lounging on Mr. Todd's intricate chair. You wondered why it had to be so intricate, compared to other barbers you've seen in your career, but you didn't question it, just as you never questioned the way the man's eyes would inevitably get stuck on your boss' neck every once in a while for some reason that had yet to reveal itself to you.

Maybe it was morbid curiosity or some other strange pull that made you want to find out just what was the cause of the deep emotion swirling behind Sweeney's eyes. The kind of pull that made sure the mysterious barber did not leave your mind for longer than a few hours. So you started to come around to the meat pie shop right under Mr. Todd's. The shop owner, Mrs. Lovett, was a sweet and terribly lonely woman, whose meat pies were, also, quickly gaining popularity around its part of town, and it didn't take long for her to take a shine to you as soon as she recognised you as one of her regulars.

While making a new friend wasn't your primary goal when you started hanging around the pie shop, you didn't mind how Mrs. Lovett warmed up to you. She was a sweet and funny woman, in her own way, and you soon recognised she was also dealing with romantic feelings towards Mr. Todd, as she confided in you one day. These feelings were unreciprocated, as far as you knew, although Sweeney visited the shop every night, coming down to fetch his dinner, for free of course. He usually came around after closing his own shop, sometimes even later, when even Mrs. Lovett closed down for the night. He would walk past you two sharing a glass of wine and exchanged a quiet and smooth, although cold 'good evening', before taking a pie and disappearing upstairs again.

But the longer you kept visiting Mrs. Lovett, the more Sweeney started to notice you. Once in a blue moon he would share a glass of wine with you both as you would more or less listen to Minnie ramble about this and that. After some time, one night, when Sweeney was upstairs and you were spending an evening at the pie shop, Mrs. Lovett told you cheekily that Mr. Todd asked about you, how you and her met and why you were around so much. Despite her mischievous smile you felt as if he was wary of your presence here, which puzzled you, but it did not deter you from wanting to get to know the man more.

In the end, it was him who made the first move, and you didn't even realise until much later. One time, when you were accompanying your boss for his monthly trim, Sweeney suggested that he should come around more often, at least every two weeks, because it would do wonders for his hair and beard health. It was evident your boss had no idea whether that was true or not, so he looked at you for confirmation. You shared a look with the barber, through which you tried to communicate to him that if he was planning to swindle your boss, it would be on your head, but something in those dark eyes of his made you trust him, so you confirmed to your boss that yes, coming to the barber more often would not only be beneficial to his hair, but it would also be good for appearances.

From that point on you got closer with the barber much faster than you could even register. One night, as you were sitting at the table in the pie shop across Minnie, nursing your second glass of wine and venting out frustration from your job, Sweeney came down to get his dinner. Before he left though, he stopped in the door to the kitchen, where the pies were made, and stared at you for a while, gaze calculating, but not as cold as you were used to. With the alcohol flowing through your veins you called him out on it, to which he simply replied "Your hair. It would do good with a trimming." before turning around on his heel and walking out. Mrs. Lovett cursed his lack of etiquette and assured you that you looked fine, although getting a trim wouldn't be a bad idea. She knew that given what your job was, you didn't have much time left to treat yourself.

The next time you accompanied your boss to his barber appointment yet again, Sweeney brought up the subject as your boss left you to pay. "Have you thought about my offer?" You blinked up at him, not knowing for a second what he meant, before his eyes shifted to your hair and you understood what he was implying. Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you tried to keep your cool as you asked, just to be sure "You meant that you would trim my hair?" You didn't want your voice to come out as unsure and surprised as it did, but if Sweeney noticed it, and something told you he did, the barber didn't mention it or let it show. He only smirked the slightest bit, making you wonder later if you didn't just imagine it, and replied "Well, at this point I would be offended if the first person you tasked with such a job wasn't me. Or do you deem my skills inadequate?" he raised his brow as he jokingly asked, knowing well what your answer would be. Feeling as hot as a boiled potato, you quickly settled the date of your appointment before you were out the door, so that your boss wouldn't scold you for dilly dallying.

When the day of your appointment came, you felt strangely nervous, your legs slightly shaking as you walked up the stairs to Sweeney's dark shop. For some reason, you couldn't shake the feeling of cattle being herded to a butcher. You chalked it up to your crush making you nervous, but that feeling only intensified when Sweeney positioned the barber chair you had sat on, so that you were half laying down. And yet when he tended to your locks, his touch was soft, quick and precise, never wandering where it didn't need to and leaving as soon as he was done in one area, moving swiftly to another. What came as a surprise to you was that he made small talk with you the entire time you were in that chair. Maybe it was because he sensed your nerves, but maybe not, you really couldn't tell. He asked you where you came from, why were you in London of all places, he even asked about your job and your family. The last topic he brushed upon quickly, which made you suspect it was a tough subject for him, an information you filed away safely in your brain to mull over later.

The last thing he told you when you were done and admiring yourself in the mirror he provided was to not tell Mrs. Lovett who cut your hair. You nodded softly and made your way home, feeling like a brand new person. Although the next time you set foot in the pie shop, Minnie's first question was "Did Mr. Todd cut your hair? It looks wonderful, darling!" You didn't confirm nor deny her rhetoric question, only smiling a bit bashfully before Mrs. Lovett insisted on opening 'the good wine' for the occasion. You didn't mention the fact that he refused to take payment for the service...

And as if that wasn't enough embarrassment in the short amount of time, this night at Minnie's pie shop turned out to have gone on much longer than any other one. Mrs. Lovett insisted you stay a bit longer any time you brought up going home for the night. Her reasoning being that since you finally did something for yourself after what must've been quite a long time in her opinion, you deserved to treat yourself some more, because when would an opportunity like this arise again?

And so you stayed seated in the dimly lit pie shop that smelled of baked meat, the likes of which you have never smelled before, and a mixture of herbs that reminded you of a memory long buried in your mind.

The conversation flowed freely and as the alcohol made its rounds through your bloodstream, your tongue became looser, as well as did Minnie's. She told you how her attempts at wooing Mr. Todd were progressing, or rather, were stagnating, with the man ignoring any and every romantic gesture or hint made towards him by his friend. That brought you to joining her in her admiring words for the handsome barber, leading to many laughs and jokes. Maybe it was because of her tipsy state, but you were surprised Mrs. Lovett took your admission of your crush on her upstairs neighbour better than you expected.

Your conversation then moved elsewhere and you were both so engrossed in it that neither of you heard the quiet footsteps leading to the shop. Sweeney's brows rose a little as he opened the door to a peculiar sight. The two people he had allowed closer to himself than anyone else since his return to London were sitting huddled at a table, which wouldn't have been that unusual, if it wasn't for the nearly empty bottle of old and undoubtedly strong wine. Both of your glasses were somewhat filled, the precious liquid spilled here and there in small amounts on the table. If Sweeney wasn't such a gentleman, despite his cold and often ruthless heart, he would say you were drunk. And not just a little bit.

Announcing his presence with a gruff cough, both your and Mrs. Lovett's heads snapped around to face him and he fought the small smirk that grew on his face at the sight. "Mr. Todd! We haven't even noticed you were here!" Minnie quickly addressed him with her signature friendliness. You stayed silent, instead opting to just admire the way Mr. Todd looked in the dim lighting in the shop. You felt you were seeing him completely differently than the other nights you spent there. His eyes reflected the light, making them look even more mysterious and alluring than usual and his normally pale face seemed more livelier. You would have spoken up, offered him some wine, but suddenly, being brought out so suddenly from your conversation with Minnie, your tongue felt big in your mouth, the weight of lead and you just did not have the energy to move it. Or open your mouth for that matter. Somewhere in the back of your mind crossed a thought that maybe you have had a bit too much to drink.

"It is quite late, I am surprised to catch you awake." Mr. Todd pointed out in a neutral tone, despite the playful mirth he was feeling. "Oh but the same could be said about you, Mr. Todd." Mrs. Lovett retaliated cheekily "Besides, we have a good reason to drink into the night! It is my friend's birthday, after all." she announced with an air of pride. You blinked at her a few times, not knowing where she had gotten that information from, because you were pretty sure today was not your birthday at all. Perhaps Minnie has forgotten the reason you were celebrating altogether and her drunken mind just made up a reason on the spot. As you were pondering when actually was your birthday, Mr. Todd spoke up again "Is that so? Well in that case-" and in a few strides he was at yours and Mrs. Lovett's table. He grabbed her half full glass of wine and before you could start wondering if it wasn't half empty, he raised it, grabbing your hand. "Happy birthday." he smiled slightly while you stood up, because you were being congratulated and you didn't want to appear rude, even though there wasn't actually a reason to congratulate you. Mr. Todd downed his, previously Minnie's, glass in one gulp before setting it down again.

Turning to Mrs. Lovett, he addressed her "I need to discuss something with you." he then turned his attention towards you "But it seems there is a more pressing matter at hand." he smirked as he gave you a once over. You felt your cheeks flush, knowing he was right. Standing up was the last straw before your alcohol fueled downfall. You were barely standing, your body swaying side to side slightly to keep itself balanced. Mrs. Lovett studied you for a while as well, before standing, with only a slightly lesser difficulty than you. "Oh I'm so sorry, dear, it seems that I have gone overboard with the drinks." she apologised and you couldn't help but smile softly at her sad tone. "'S alright, Minnie. 'M not mad." you shook your head with a small smile "I best be off though..." mumbling to yourself, you bid your friend a goodnight, not really paying attention to Sweeney, assuming he was waiting for you to leave so that he could discuss whatever it was with his neighbour.

Stumbling away from the table, you were surprised when a hand gripped your upper arm, supporting your weight and grounding your otherwise spinning world. Tracing the arm the hand was attached to with your eyes, you found Sweeney's already looking at your face. You said nothing, in the case that he only supported you in your struggle to weave through the tables in the shop, but as he continued to lead you out of the old building, Mrs. Lovett having gone in the back already, you were confused by this act of chivalry. Not that you took Mr. Todd for a brute, you just didn't expect such a gesture aimed at...yourself. The fact that this was also the first time he has touched you in any way while not necessarily needing so, unlike when he gave you your haircut, did not help your inebriated mind from running wild with conspiracies.

The crisp night air helped clear your head a little bit and you gulped it greedily with deep breaths when you walked out, arm in hand, with the barber. He stood, patiently, right next to you, his secure, but not tight grip on your arm never faltering. If he noticed how you took your sweet time collecting yourself, he didn't mention it, his eyes instead trained on the silver moon hanging in the sky like a lamp, blurred slightly by the infamous London fog. When he sensed you move more into the street, however, he tugged you back towards him slightly, as if he could not let you stray far.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his tone devoid of emotion and yet his eyes shone in a particular way that you couldn't exactly put a finger on in your state. The smirk that once rested on his handsome face was gone and you were perhaps more confused than before. "Home?" you half answered, half asked, unsure of what was the problem. Mr. Todd shook his head sternly "I cannot send you home alone at this time of day and retain a sound mind." he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You couldn't help but laugh at his statement. Where were you supposed to sleep then? Inside the shop? Sliding your arm out of his grip, you grabbed your stomach, your laughter gaining in volume, making you double over. "Oh, you're funny, Mr. Todd!" you wheezed, not caring the man you were addressing was looking at your drunken self with a completely neutral expression, not understanding in the slightest what was so funny "I have to go home! Where else would you have me spend the night?" you asked when you caught your breath, your laughter simmering down into tired giggles. Drunk laughing was hard, but really fun at the same time, you thought.

Sweeney reached out to take your arm again, turning you around to face the stairs like a puppet and started leading you to his home. "You can spend the night upstairs. If I sent you home, alone, you're sure to get robbed...or worse." his voice was cold and harsh and yet you had the sense this sudden change of tone was not due to anything you said. Not taking any chances, just in case, you kept your mouth shut and let him lead you up the stairs while you could feel your face heat up. It felt awfully wrong to just...invade his space like that. If there's one thing you learned about Sweeney, and let's be honest, there weren't many to choose from, it was that he was a very private person. At the same time, he invited you here. If he didn't want you in his space, he could've just let you stay downstairs with Minnie, she would take good enough care of you without a doubt. But what did all this mean?

You said nothing else as you let the barber move you along, much like a puppet, while trying to focus on every confusing thought and feeling that ran through your head. But your energy was quickly dwindling and you couldn't help but to succumb to sleep as soon as our head hit the pillow.

Regaining consciousness again was...unpleasant, to say the least. The first thing you registered was rain. Not very unusual for London though. The next thing was a piercing headache, that threatened to split your skull in two. Groaning, you flipped over in bed. That's when you noticed the smell. This didn't smell like your sheets... Slowly, but surely, the events of the previous night came back to you, even the less than appropriate ending of it. Blinking open your eyes, you let yourself get adjusted to the lighting of the room, before taking a look around. You were, in fact, in Mr. Todd's small abode and you were very probably in his bed too. You could feel heat creeping up your neck as you registered the all too familiar objects of the barber shop, now from a brand new perspective. There was the barber chair, as ominous as ever, the normal chair to the side, where you usually sat, now occupied by the master of the house.

Polishing and sharpening his blades, Sweeney sat by the window, seemingly uninterested and unbothered by basically a stranger waking up in his bed. His unwavering focus was only on his blades, a focus so intense it would send shivers down your spine, if you weren't so engrossed in your own embarrassment. Only when you began to sit up, your arms threatening to give out underneath you, did the barber tear his gaze away from his tools. You tried to get up to your feet as quickly as you could, manners all but forgotten, your only desire was to get out and never return to Mr. Todd's barber shop or Mrs. Lovett's meat pie establishment ever again. But your knees were wobbly and you felt in your body like a newborn fawn, so your quick escape proved to be harder than you thought.

Sweeney looked at you inquisitively and it seemed like he wanted to say something, but you beat him to it, the thought of anything he could and probably would have said making bile rise in your throat. Fighting the nausea, you pushed yourself off the bed and lightly stumbled before standing in front of the barber. "I am so sorry for what transpired yesterday, Mr. Todd." you apologised first and foremost after clearing your throat "You should not have had to witness any of that." looking awkwardly to the side, you continued "However I am very grateful for everything you have done for me yesterday." And with those last words, you bee lined it for the door, only briefly noticing the 'closed' sign on the door that should have been turned around probably hours ago. It wasn't until you were in the middle of the journey home that you realised you didn't even know what time it was, nor did you at least have the decency to make up the bed after you have slept in it. Which brought forth a question...Where did Mr. Todd sleep? There didn't seem to be another sleeping area nor any kind of furniture suitable for such activity in his living/working quarters. You weren't sure what made you blush more, the possibility that you shared a bed or the possibility that he stayed awake somewhere in the same space as you were the whole night. Both seemed strangely...intimate.

For the next few weeks, you avoided Fleet street like the plague. Luckily for you, your boss wasn't in need of a trim anytime soon, even though you did convince him to visit the barber's more than he did previously. But whenever you thought about the mysterious gentleman residing above the pie shop, hot embarrassment flowed through your body like lightning. And so you didn't remind your boss to upkeep his appearance and as usual, the big oaf wouldn't think of such thing himself. He had money, so what if he looked a bit disheveled? Everybody was saving up on everything they could, the rich and poor alike.

Mrs. Lovett was especially vocal about your absence. She worried that she really did offend you or did you wrong somehow during that a bit too wild night. Whenever Sweeney would appear in the shop to fetch his meal, she would bombard him with questions, if he had any news of you, your whereabouts, your wellbeing, or whether your boss' appointment was coming up anytime soon. She regretted now never asking for your address, with how much she'd come to like you in the time you've spent together. You brought a normalcy to her life that she's dreamed of oh so much.

And while Sweeney wasn't pretty much vocal at all towards your sudden absence, when he closed down for the day and looked out of his window, overlooking the grey London sky and dark and gloomy rooftops, he wondered where you could possibly be. What were you doing? Were you alright?

You had came into the vengeful barber's life unexpectedly and while at first Minnie's obsession with you irritated him, making his goals, his work, that much more dangerous, he couldn't help but notice your good nature. Not only towards his neighbour, even though with how strange the woman could be it was surprising in itself, but towards him, even towards your boss. It wasn't that you were naive, no, he could see in your eyes that you knew exactly how cruel and unjust this world was, and yet you still chose to be kind. Despite all the hardships he knew you were dealt by destiny, no, by other people, the biggest monsters on this earth, you still remained with your heart open to others. And he admired that. Your presence on Fleet street was like a beacon of clean light in the constant grey fog, when he sometimes glanced at the street below him and you happened to be there, he always recognized you, as if you shone more brightly than others.

The lonely man spent many a night pondering on what was it that made you occupy his mind so much, what made you so special. He still loved his wife, and his daughter, wherever she may be, that much he knew. But sometimes...sometimes when he looked at you, your face, as you were laughing with Mrs. Lovett about this or that, he could see her smile. And it was so reassuring, as if Lucy herself was sending her mark upon you, signaling to him that you were someone he needed to protect. And when he came to terms with this revelation, he swore to himself that that was exactly what he was going to do.

So of course it was no problem for him to let you spend a night in his bed. He found your drunken antics and your embarrassment the next morning quite endearing. If you would've paid more attention to him and your surroundings that morning, you would've noticed the small smirk on his face as he watched you clumsily apologize, even though he saw no reason for it. And you would've noticed the two cups of coffee, along with some painkillers standing prepared on the table near the bed. But Sweeney didn't think his actions would've driven you away from him and Mrs. Lovett like that. He knew there was nothing that he could do except wait for you to come back, although he didn't like the idea of something happening to you without him knowing it, being able to prevent it. And he didn't even want to think about the scenario that you would never be back. He saw the way you looked at him, studied him, the confusion in your eyes from the way he behaved so often and now he wanted nothing more than to tell you everything and sort things out. Even if he wasn't sure how exactly to do that. Benjamin was good with words, but Sweeney? Sweeney was all about action, because unlike Benjamin, Sweeney Todd knew just how little weight words could hold in the world.

It didn't take long for you to start missing Fleet street, with your two favourite residents, Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd. You contemplated when should you pay them a visit and how you would explain your avoidance of them, until after one night, when that became irrelevant.

It happened in the evening. You were let go from work for the day and while you were on your way home, thinking mostly about whether you had any leftovers from yesterday or if you had to cook dinner from scratch and not paying much attention to your surroundings, when you were jumped. Two men, none of which you knew, cornered you against a wall of a building along which you were walking, asking for some money. You, not wanting any more trouble than necessary, pulled out your pouch, where you kept all the change you needed, but it wasn't enough for whatever they were planning. With two figures towering at least a good head above from you, demanding you do what they say, you didn't dare look them directly in their faces, so you knew little of what they looked like. But they smelled awful and faintly of fish. When they asked to show them what more you had in your bag, yo asked them to leave you be, that you've already given them everything important you had on you. That proved to be a mistake, since one of them grabbed you roughly by the arms from behind, while the other ripped your bag from your hands and turned it upside down. You struggled to get away from the bastard's bruising grip and started calling out for help, which was another mistake. The guy that was going through your things, most of which were only daily necessities, such as your keys and whatnot, suddenly sprung up and hit you in the face, gruffly telling you to shut up, if you valued your life. It was at that point you noticed his voice was slightly slurred.

Luckily, an officer must've been patrolling nearby, or someone must've taken pity on you and called him over, it wasn't that late in the evening after all, because as soon as you heard the distinct sound of a bobby whistle, the first guy let you go while the second one hastily grabbed your notebook and both of them booked it down the street, weaving through the city's intricate alleyways. The officer quickly asked what happened and told you to stay put while he chased after them. But it wasn't even five minutes before he was back, informing you that he lost them and he asked you to accompany him to the police station to give a statement on what happened and they would see what could be done.

The next day, you showed up to work with a nasty looking black eye, without your notebook or a single penny. The police officers told you that with the limited description you provided they weren't sure how much could be done. After telling your boss what happened, he surprisingly took the matter quite seriously. Not only did you write down ever single appointment he needed to attend to in your notebook, but some quite serious and important information, codes to safes, finance tracking, different information having to do with sales and so on. He asked what police station you went to yesterday and said he would get in touch with the officers, since it wasn't impossible that the attack wasn't planned ahead and the notebook was exactly what someone was after. You didn't need or want to know anything more than that. Your boss also gave you two weeks off, to let your eye heal, commenting how it would seem weird if you accompanied him looking like that and he didn't need any more rumors being spread about him, like physically abusing his personnel. He gave you your money back, saying it was going from your next paycheck until the police got your original money back, plus some more to buy a new notebook. As incompetent as he could sometimes be, he was still a businessman, and even though his motivation for these choices was questionable, you were still glad he made them.

As soon as you were outside again, your legs immediately took you in the direction of Fleet street. Still quite shaken up after the incident, the thing you needed the most at that moment was a friend and something told you Minnie would not turn you down.

And you were not mistaken. As you took a step inside the pie shop, Mrs. Lovett's arms were around you, her worried and apologetic rambling reaching your ears as soon as they got used to the buzz of the busy establishment. As soon as the woman pulled away from you, her relieved expression turned to one of shock as she carefully cradled your cheek where the bruise was, asking "What in god's name happened?" Immediately she brought you to the back of the shop and fetched the cleanest rag, which was then promptly soaked in cold water, so that you could relieve some of the ache of the black eye. And she had you remain there until closing, spending her time between serving customers and preparing pies chatting with you. She informed you that she wasn't mad about your sudden disappearance, that she was just very worried and then she promptly asked you your address "In case you want to pull something on me like that again." she reasoned with a cheeky smile.

After Minnie closed down in the evening, you both could sit uninterrupted in the main area, with the businesswoman cleaning up here and there and re-wetting your rag. Anytime you tried to offer her help as a thank you, she would just sternly order you to sit back down and not even think about work, since you've been given 'a sick leave'. Just as she was done with cleaning and was about to head out to get rid of the dirty water, a person you were still dreading to meet walked into the room. You immediately knew who it was by the way Mrs. Lovett's eyes brightened, her face blooming into one of sweet happiness as she cooed out a greeting "Oh, Mr. Todd! Look who decided to join us today! Poor thing got mugged yesterday, can you believe it?" she shook her head, carrying her bucket out the door "So nice of you to join us, there are some pies hidden in the oven in the back for you!" she called behind her as the door clicked close after her.

There was nothing for you to do but turn around, your face heating up again, only praying Mr. Todd wouldn't pay attention to it. But to your slight surprise, he only stared intently at the black eye adorning your face, like a joke of a monocle the more posh men liked to wear when out and about. With a few quick strides, the barber was next to you, his hand under your chin, tipping your head upwards, so he could assess your wound better under the light. His face was contorted into a frown, but his eyes were nothing but gentle as he murmured "Who did this to you?" His voice was ice cold, but somehow you knew you didn't need to be scared. "I don't know." you whispered "The police are after them now." You both said nothing as you only continued to study each other.

When the sound of a door being opened could be heard, Sweeney gently let go of your chin and took a step back from you, but not quite leaving your side. Mrs. Lovett trotted happily back into the room, taking the seat across from you and looking up at her neighbour, she patted the chair beside hers. Not waiting for him to comply, which was good, because Sweeney did not move an inch from where he stood, she asked you, her expression concerned "Darling, do you think it'll be okay for you to walk home alone at this hour?"

Looking out of the window, you saw the street was getting dark. It would not take much more time for night to completely settle over the city. You felt so safe and comfortable, that you completely forgot about the passage of time. Surely there will be little to no people out at this hour. And those who will be outside roaming the streets are definitely not the kind of people you want to associate yourself with. And while you had no problem walking on the bring of darkness alone before, after yesterday's events, you couldn't help the cold shiver that ran down your back at the thought of the many alleyways you'd have to pass before getting home.

Seeing your hesitance, Mrs. Lovett placed her hand softly on yours "It's alright, love. You can stay here for the night! I'm sure there's plenty of room for one more person in the house." her smile was so reassuring, you couldn't help your own taking over your face. But you shook your head "As much as I appreciate your offer, I have to go home. The officers might need me for more questionings, it's best I don't stay out of the house too long." you explained with a small smile and got up from your chair. Surprisingly, it was Sweeney who spoke next "I'll walk you home. If you wouldn't mind, that is." he offered, his eyes flickering between your face and the table during the latter part. "Oh, Mr. Todd! Such a gentleman!" Minnie squealed adoringly, standing up as well "Trust me, love, with Mr. Todd, you're in good hands." something about the way she looked at the barber when she said that made you feel strange, but you had no reason not to believe her or the quiet man standing beside you. So you nodded and looked towards the window again "Best we head off though, I wouldn't want you to have to return when it's completely dark." you muttered, more to yourself and then looked at your companion for confirmation. The dangerous glint you caught flashing through his eyes made you shiver again, but you ignored it.

After hugging Mrs. Lovett goodbye, you were on your way. The first few minutes passed in complete silence, you had no idea what to say and Mr. Todd wasn't one for many words. Sighing, you decide to be the one to break the ice "I...I'm sorry, once again, Mr. Todd. For running out on you like that. You've done so much for me and I repaid you horribly." your gaze was set on the stone path as you apologised. For a while, the barber said nothing, which did not help your nerves at all. "Sweeney." That was the only thing he said. You whipped your head around to look at him, your mouth hanging agape in confusion. "I'm sorry?" Sweeney then looked at you, a single chuckle escaping his chest through his smirking lips. In the dim night lights of the London street, he looked possibly more attractive than ever before. "My name. I feel like we don't have to keep up such formalities, since you've spent a night in my bed already."

You couldn't look him in the eyes anymore, your face heating up. "You make it sound like something much more serious." you pouted. He chuckled again. This was the most you've heard him talk or just express himself in any way since you've known him. "And it wasn't? I don't let just anyone into my bed, you know." It was clear as day he was enjoying this. But his words held an underlying meaning, one which was much more deeper than the lighthearted teasing. Sweeney slowed into a stop and you followed suit beside him. The last street lamp was now behind him, leaving his face covered mostly in shadows. And yet you could see his eyes, vulnerable in a way he probably hasn't been in a long, long time, you could feel his intense gaze on your face, studying your every small reaction. "What are you saying?" you breathed out, your heart in your throat. Sweeney took a step closer "What I'm saying is that you've grown to be quite important to me. After that night..." he stopped, searching for the right words to continue "I realised many things. And I've realised...that I want to keep you close. To protect you. To know you and to allow myself to be known by you. If you'll let me, that is." and he slowly reached for your hand, holding it in both of his oh so gently. "Do you deem me worthy of knowing your heart? Your soul?"

You could feel your breath hitch in your throat as you were overwhelmed by sudden conflicting emotions. But the one that stood out from all of them was... "As long as you'll deem me worthy of knowing yours." you replied in almost a whisper. And with those words, that one sentence, it was as if the tension in the air disappeared all at once. Sweeney stood beside you once more, this time offering you his arm to take and after you've linked your arm through his, he continued to escort you home. Not just as an acquaintance, not as a friend...but perhaps not yet as a lover. But there was time for all of that. Right now, there was the chilly London night air, you and him. And you could figure out the details, such as breaking the news to Minnie, or discovering why exactly there was a trapdoor behind the barber chair, some other time. Tonight was just for you.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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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[bebx]

loving someone and being attracted to their voice is honestly one of the best combination of feelings you can feel.

[alicewritez]

Masterlist 💕

Updated: 5th May, 2024 ☀️

Johnny Depp

Jack Sparrow:

Jason Beghe

Hank Voight:

Thomas Gibson

Aaron Hotchner:

[morgandr]

Imagine:

During the summer of ‘87 you get involved in a massacre that suspicious involves what you did last summer.

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(PHOTOS FOUND ON PINTEREST!)

(Slasher 80’s DR)

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(TAGS)

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

Imagine being Johnny's girlfriend after Winona (in the modern age) and the public absolutely hating you

Social media is absolutely riled up, upset that you're nothing like Winona, but also upset if you show any similarities to her. You can't win. It's either unbelievable that Johnny's with you, or you're trying too hard to be his ex.

And he's sick of it. So many times he's defended your name, so many times he's comforted your cries.

"I want you, baby. Always." He whispers in your ear, holding you tight, back against his chest. It breaks his heart, all the tears you've wasted on people being mean.

He's done absolutely everything to make you comfortable, he got his tattoo altered for you, he stopped being friends with Winona (not like they talked much anyways).

Even Winona felt bad for how people were treating you, it was enough that she eventually took to social media to say something.

"I wish I could take you away from here, baby. Start somewhere new with just us." He whispers, fingers threaded through your hair, brushing through the silky strands. "You're my girl. Mine. Nobody, and I mean nobody is gonna come between us. You're the one I'm gonna marry, okay? Stop those tears, sweetheart."

But no matter the hate, he doesn't shut up about how great you are. If you're brought up in an interview, he's beaming with pride and gushing about you.

Sorry this was kinda messy idk what I was doing

[whore4fandoms]

Masterlist

Rocky Balboa

John Rambo

Barney Ross

Freddy Heflin

Loki

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

James Condrad

Tom Hiddleston

Johnny Depp

Robert Downey Jr.

Robert De Niro

Sylvester Stallone

Sebastian Stan

Sweeney Todd

Barnabas Collins

Ichabod Crane

Jack Sparrow

Mort Rainey

Dean Corso

Don Juan Demarco

Tom Hanson

Crybaby

Edward Scissorhands

Sam

Gilbert Grape

Donnie Brasco

Roux

Willy Wonka

Gellert Grindlewald

Tarrant

Mr. Wolf

I might add more but for now that's it!

[ghsttk]

the first.

Scenario: you give him the first slice of your birthday cake.

Warnings: female reader, friends to lovers.

Word count: 1012

a/n: English is not my first language.

First of all!! let me educate you about this lovely brazilian tradition!!

on birthdays in Brazil, after singing happy birthday to you, the birthday person must cut the first slice of the cake and choose a person to receive it. The birthday person chooses who they love most among those present, so there is almost always a short speech before the slice is handed over. This tradition is so important that there are families who fight each other for the first slice.

Everything was perfect. The decoration was impeccable, the delicious sweets were placed on the table, the gifts on the bed in your bedroom, and friends and family gathered. And don’t forget about the big, round chocolate cake in the center of the table, adorned with three colored candles. The cake was a gift from your grandmother, she always took good care of you and your two younger siblings. And now, you’re finally turning nineteen!

Johnny walks to you, chewing. You’ve been friends since the first year of high school, you two are inseparable. He says something but you can’t understand the muffled sound, since he’s with his mouth full. “Ew, pig, swallow it before speaking. I can’t understand.” You laugh softly and slap his shoulder, teasing him. He chuckles and nods, swallowing whatever he is chewing. “..Was that one of my cupcakes?” You gasp, but not really bothered. “John, you ain’t supposed to eat that yet!” You playfully scold him and he laughs.

“I’m sorry, princess. I was hungry.” He shrugs, his laugh turning into a chuckle. “Um, I have a gift for you” Johnny clears his throat and gestures to you to follow him. He leads you to your bedroom, walking closer to your bed where all the gifts are displayed. You don't mind him entering your bedroom before you, your house is his already. He picks up a bag and searches for something inside before pulling out his hand, and showing you his middle finger. You laugh at him and shake your head “Idiot, I hate you” You say before he hands you the bag. “I hate you more” He winks and anxiously gestures to you to open it.

You oblige, seeing a small black box inside. You're a bit confused, but knowing John it is probably a prank, the box might be empty or with a message like “sikee”. But when you open the box you see a beautiful, shiny bracelet with a small heart pendant matching the jewelry color (gold or silver, you decide). You’re surprised, you didn’t imagine Johnny buying you something besides food. “What?! Johnny..” You laugh softly, pleased by the gift.

He smiles warmly, watching your reaction, satisfied. “Let me help you.” Johnny steps close to you and gently wraps the bracelet around your wrist, clicking the locks together. His hand slides down, holding your hand delicately as he admires your now-decorated wrist. “Did you like it?” He looks up at you, eyes sparkling with hope and something. “It’s beautiful, John. Thank you, I loved it.” You smile back, hugging your friend, wrapping your arms around his neck. He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against him.

It feels so right like it was meant to be this way, in his arms. Feeling his warmth, his scent, his grip. Your heart swells and you sigh content before pulling away. “Let’s return to the party, I’ll blow out the candles soon enough.” You pat his back and lead the way to the living room again. Johnny mingles with the other guests, but his attention is still on you, the birthday princess. Your grandmother approaches you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” She asks with a warm smile, her eyes disappearing due to her big cheeks. You nod “Yes, big mama.” you chuckle and go behind the table, the cake in front of you. They help you light the candles and turn off the lights.

Then, they start clapping their hands and singing the most famous song in the world. You start zoning out while they sing, thinking about the current moment. Woah, you’re turning nineteen and celebrating with your loved ones. Everything was perfect, everything was just how it was supposed to be. Once the song ends, you lean closer to the cake and think of a wish…

May every day be perfect, the way I deserve.

You blow the three candles, receiving a round of applause. Now is the hardest part: choose who will receive the first slice. You slowly cut one, your eyes switching face to face, mind racing. But, when holding the plastic plate with the slice, you chuckle, noticing how dumb you’re being. Why are you even asking yourself who should you give the slice to when there’s only one who deserves it?

“Well, the first slice goes to someone really… nice, really sweet.” You pause, thinking. “This someone is very important to me, very special. They-” You chuckle, shy “They taught me how to live, you know? How I deserve to be treated and how loved I am. I owe my whole life to them.” You finally look up to meet everyone’s eyes, they’re eager to see who is the lucky one. Your smile brightens as your eyes lock with Johnny’s and you beckon him closer. “Johnny, this is for you.”

He shyly laughs and walks to you, people around applauding. He sets the plate aside and hugs you tightly, swaying side to side in a cute little dance. “You deserve the whole cake, you know that?” You whisper in his ear. “You wouldn’t let me eat the whole thing though” He chuckles and you nod. You lean back to look into his eyes. “You’re quite right, I wouldn’t–” He interrupts you, pressing his lips against yours. After a few seconds, you close your eyes, pressing your lips against his, returning the kiss.

When the kiss ends, he shyly looks into your eyes, feeling everyone’s fixed on you two. He takes a deep breath and whispers. “I… I love you” He strokes your waist with his thumb. “I love you more, John” You don’t take too long to answer, the words leaving your mouth freely. “I love you most.” He smiles brightly and kisses your forehead.

After the party, Johnny stays for the night — nothing unusual. He sits with you on your bed, watching you open and try all of your birthday gifts. But the best gift is there, watching you with the most silly yet smitten smile you have ever seen, and you couldn’t be happier.

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[logansdoll]

pep talk

part two of "contingency"

CW: fluffy fluff, suggestive, profanity, takes place after X2 (Jean survives), the girls are so kind to you, you have to adjust to modern life, angst if you squint, etc.

"No way!" you exclaimed, eyes wide as you grabbed the remote, completely taken aback as you flicked through station after station.

Rogue nodded, grabbing another wildflower growing out your palm and tucking it in your hair, slightly amused by your surprise.

"You guys have so many channels! How is that possible?"

"Science," Kitty shrugged. "We have a whole bunch of new technology now."

"Wait 'til we show you what a flip-phone is..." Jubilee smirked, tossing some popcorn into her mouth.

"A flip-phone?" you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"That's somethin' we can tackle t'morrow," Rogue assured, carefully placing another peony in another section.

After being rescued from Alkali Lake, and getting a quick check-up from Jean, the students were more than eager to welcome you into the mansion.

And because of your obvious gap in knowledge in anything after 1988, the older girls took it upon themselves to educate you.

Of course, Ororo made sure you had at least a week to get your bearings about yourself before releasing the hounds.

"Wait, so Tom Selleck doesn't count as hot now? And Stallone isn't in all the action movies anymore?" you asked, skimming through some of the magazines Jubilee managed to grab out her closet.

"Who?" Kitty raised a brow.

"Eighties hunks," Jubilee clarified before turning to you. "And they've moved aside to make way for the hotties of the 21st century. Like Johnny Depp."

"Please," Rogue scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Johnny Depp is not hot."

"Tell that to People," Kitty grinned, holding up a tabloid that read SEXIEST MAN ALIVE in bold letters right above Depp's head-shot.

"He's not too bad," you nodded, getting a good look at his face.

'He's got nothing on Jimmy...'

"See," Jubilee smirked, crossing her arms in triumph. "If he's not a modern-day knock-out then who is?"

"Brad Pitt," Rogue answered, matter-of-factly.

"I knew you were gonna say that!"

"You watched Fight Club with Bobby, didn't you?" Kitty teased.

"Shut up!"

"Fight Club?" you turned to Kitty for explanation.

"It's a movie about guys fighting each other and trying to bring down capitalist society."

"And Brad Pitt getting all shirtless and sweaty," Jubilee cheekily whispered, earning a pillow to the face. "Hey!"

"There," Rogue smiled, placing the finishing touch before giving your shoulder a soft pat. "All done."

Carefully, you stood up, walking over to the full length mirror near the closet and smiling brightly at what you saw.

Your hair was adorned with all different flavors of bloom, the vibrant colors only enhancing your natural beauty.

"I love it," you smiled, marveling her even placement.

"Ugh. I'd kill Kitty to look like that," Jubilee slumped, resting her cheek in her palm.

"Sitting right here, dude," Kitty sighed.

"I can do you next, if you like," Rogue offered.

"Here," you nodded, sprouting a bouquet of wildflowers out one of their potted plants before sliding on your slippers. "You girls can keep going. I think I'm gonna go on a walk."

"Cool," Jubilee nodded, watching you make your way to the door. "If we don't see you again then good night~"

You paid the odd inflection no mind, waving goodbye before taking your leave, shutting the door behind yourself.

And once the coast was clear, Jubilee smirked, turning to the others with a knowing look.

"I think we all know who she's going to go see, right?"

"Oh, totally."

"Absolutely."

So preoccupied with Jubilee, you failed to remember just how drafty the mansion got at night, cursing yourself for forgetting your sweater in the room.

"I hate the cold..." you grumbled, hugging yourself tight.

Walking through the hall, you could hear the rustling of students on the other sides of the doors.

Some were debriefing about the events of the day, some were sleeping.

Others talking about the Alkali Lake incident.

Your face fell at the reminder.

James had told you countless times that what happened wasn't your fault, but you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt.

When you were cornered by Stryker's mutant-hunting task force, you thought you could fight them back, but you couldn't even take down one.

Granted, they were highly trained professionals, and you'd never used your mutation to fight before...

But that was no excuse.

What did that leave you as?

A) A helpless damsel, who needed her prince to bail her out of a pinch?

Or B) A stupid girl who let herself get put on ice because she wasn't strong enough to fight back?

C) All of the above.

"Whoa. You think any harder and you'll have steam comin' outta your ears," Logan noted, somehow in front of you.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, eyes wide as you instinct took over, punching something that felt like a brick wall.

'Where did he come from?!'

He grunted, holding his side, "You hit... hard."

"Fuck, I'm sorry," you winced, guiltily, as you moved closer to inspect it, carefully moving his hand. "It was just so dark and you scared the hell outta me."

You lifted his tank top, trying your best to check for a forming bruise in the dim light.

But there was nothing there, his healing factor kicking in much faster than you expected.

"Was thinking of about telling you a joke about how much you take my breath away, but I think you're a little preoccupied at the moment," he looked down at you, a grin spreading across his lips at your staring.

You scoffed, cheeks burning as you pulled his shirt down.

"Couldn't sleep?" you asked, quickly switching the subject, tightening your arms around yourself.

Logan smiled, your words fading into the background as he took the time to get a good look at you.

And fuck... a look you where.

You exchanged your low-rise jeans and long-sleeve (courtesy of Ororo) for a tank top and shorts, your curves now on display quite nicely.

"Nope," he shook his head, somehow making the motion sexy. "You?"

You sighed, commending yourself for making it this far—you were this close to pouncing on him.

"I just need some air, so I'm going on a walk. And speaking of..." you continued on, stepping around the large man to continue your stroll.

It caught him by surprise, but he quickly turned around, catching up to and getting in front of you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey," he halted, brows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine," you assured, poorly. "Just trying to get past."

"Nuh uh. Don't do that," he shook his head. "Don't downplay this. Somethin's wrong. I can see it all over your face."

'Shit.'

You let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping at being caught.

"I can't stand you, y'know that?"

"Start talking."

"Have I ever told you how good you look in blue jeans?"

"(y/n)."

"Alright."

You exhaled, steeling your nerves in case things went awry.

"Look... Jimmy..." you started, choppily, taking his hand in yours. "Fifteen years is a long time... too long for some people."

You cursed yourself as you could already feel a lump forming in your throat.

You hadn't even started yet.

"To me, it feels like yesterday we were at our place in the Rockies, making dinner together and talking about our day, renting shitty movies and falling asleep on the couch together."

The memories flowed over you like a calm tide, a smile stretching onto your lips as you recalled pretending to fall asleep so he'd carry you to bed.

But it wasn't long before those waters dried up, leaving nothing but cracked, jagged sand underneath.

"But to you, it was a lifetime ago. And a person can... move on... given the right conditions."

"What're you saying?" he asked, firmly.

"I'm saying that it's okay if you've moved on from me, James," you blurted, your voice having a slight crack.

It hurt even more to say it out loud.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, even more confused, as his hands came around to hold you.

"You've spent the better half of fifteen years unaware that I even existed. And now that I've popped back into your life, I don't want you to feel obligated to love me because of something that happened in the past... I couldn't do that to you. Especially if you have feelings for someone else."

"And who else could I possibly I have feelings for?" he asked, sarastically.

"Jean," you stated, flatly. "I see the way she looks at you. She may be with Scott, but that's the look of a woman who's willing to test the waters. And I don't want to get in the way if that's something you want to pursue."

Amused, and honestly speechless, Logan could do nothing but laugh, slightly offended that you thought of him as that type of man.

"What's so funny?" you asked softly, eyes saddening as you watched him, quite hurt that he was laughing.

He cracked a grin, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"Baby, you're talkin' about me gettin' with another woman as you stand here, wrapped in my arms, and about to come back to bed with me."

Huh?

His thumb caressed your cheek as he pulled you in closer, resting his forehead against yours.

"(y/n), you are my wife, you hear me? My wife," he spoke sincerely, eyes never leaving you for a moment. "My memories might've been taken before, but they're all back now. And I remember every goddamn detail about you, about us, and about our life before all this bullshit."

You were too stunned to speak.

You knew James could get serious, but you never knew he could get serious.

It was doing some things to you.

"I don't want no one else because, to me, there is no one else. And the quicker you get that through your head, the quicker we can get back to bed 'cause it is fuckin' freezin' out here."

You snickered, both tickled and appalled by his horribly blunt speech.

"That was the worst pep talk I've ever had," you chuckled, shaking your head as you cupped his cheek in your hand.

"Not my strong suit," he finished with a smirk.

But that was all he needed before he roughly kissed you, pulling you in by the nape of your neck.

You kissed back just as passionate, sliding your hands down to his chest as he leaned in, getting the better angle on you.

One of his hands dropped to grab your thigh, hiking it up and pulling you flush against him in an attempt to keep you as close as possible.

But, quickly, you both separated, panting, abuzz with excitement as you rested against each other.

"Bed. Now," he growled in your ear, suddenly hoisting you up and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Jimmy!" you quietly squealed, your face burning with embarrassment as he landed a loud slap on your ass.

'God, I hope the kids are asleep...'

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[drugs-and-daddyissues]

I'm autistic and I just KNOW something like this would make me feel so safe and cared for.

Normalize dates like this!!

I was at the Science Center today and with my brainrot I was just thinking about Tom Hanson taking reader on a date to a museum/science center/zoo kinda thing. It makes reader feel a bit childish since most of the patrons there *are* kids with their parents or school but they have fun regardless. Smiling like a kid at Christmas when they see their favorite subject/animal/etc, getting excited to do like an animal interaction/touch tank. Him watching readers eyes light up and them getting all excited and he just looks at them like this. 👇🏻

At the end of the date he sneakily buys them a plush of their favorite animal. After they get back home he pulls it from behind his back and gives it to reader, smiling all lovingly at them as they gush over it and gives him a kiss (first or not the kiss still happens)❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ It’s mostly fluff in my head but hey anything can lead to smut. 😉

[imyourbratzdoll]

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.

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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

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

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[bebx]

Relationship: Anthony Hope & Sweeney Todd

Summary:

Mister Todd lost a daughter and a wife. He certainly gave up on being someone's family again, still he ended up having a son of his own; his name was Anthony.