Johnny Depp Characters x Reader

Mort Rainey | Part 1/1

You're Mort's Girlfriend of three months. In this story he isn't like crazy idk how to put it but he doesn't have his alter ego and he doesn't kill people he's just a writer. It's 8:00 am.

A cool breeze swiftly flew in through your bedroom window. You spent the night at Mort's but just as you would've guessed he wasn't with you in the bed. Rubbing your eyes you stumbled out of bed, only wearing your panties and one of Mort's t-shirts. To no surprise you found mort asleep on the sofa, face down, one hand hanging down to the floor. Still drowsy, you laid on top of him.

"Mort," You whispered in his ear. Not even a mumble or groan. "Mort," slightly louder than the first time.

"Mm what," He grumbled with a sigh.

"It's 11:00, time to get up" You had to lie if you actually wanted him up, asking Mort to wake up at 8:00 was like asking a normal person to get up at 5:00 am. You got up off him, allowing him to sit up. He reached to the coffee table for his watch.

"It's 8:00, not 11:00, Y/N" shit, you forgot to take his watch.

"The clock in the bedroom must be wrong," You attempted to lie, but you were always horrible at it, especially with Mort.

"Yeah right,"

"You're already up, let's just get ready, maybe we could go out for breakfast," Since Mort always slept in till around lunch time you always missed the breakfast cutoff for restaurants. "Please?" you added, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Mm K, only cause you asked nicely," acting as if the idea of pancakes, eggs, and bacon wasn't what convinced him. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as he stood up to go to the bedroom to get changed. You followed him in. He smiled at you with temptation as you pulled off his t-shirt.

"Later,"

"Ugh you're such a tease," He half joked. You threw on your jeans from yesterday and another one of Mort's t-shirts. Your last nights stay was a last minute decision and you hadn't been with Mort long enough to keep a set of clothes at his place. You brushed your hair, then tossed the brush to Mort. Of course he didn't bother to brush his hair, he just set it down on the dresser. He wore a cardigan with jeans and a t-shirt.

"Ready to venture out into the real world?" You teased Mort. He rolled his eyes with a smile. You grabbed the keys for his jeep and a fedora on your way out the door. You got in the drivers seat, Mort sat shotgun. He rubbed your thigh as you drove.

Sorry it was kind of an abrupt end but I feel a breakfast scene would be boring anyways. Thanks for reading:)<3