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121. Johnny Depp | Reunited

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It's been years– decades– since you and Johnny were a couple, and even in the years after you two had broken up, dated or married other people and having kids of your own, people were still pretty nostalgic of your relationship. It was everywhere, so when the news of you and your actor/musician husband of twenty two years split, entertainment news outlets held out hope of you and Johnny getting back together. "They're both still friendly towards each other, it looks like their daughters are friends, and they still have mutual friends–" You heard enough, so you clicked off the television. Seriously, did these people have nothing better to do than to discuss a relationship you had when you were in your twenties?

Sure, you and Johnny were on good terms, even when you were married, and you always managed to be professional with each other. Your daughters are the same age, and they were being hailed as "it girls", following in their parents' footsteps as they entered the entertainment industry. You concentrated on finishing dinner, stirring the pasta and sauce every so often so they didn't stick to the bottom of the pots and pans and you had the garlic bread in the oven. The meatballs were on a low heat and covered. You were getting ready to drain the pasta when your phone rang; you quickly turned off the front left burner and answered.

It was your friend Stephen. "Hey, Stephen, what's up?" Since you needed both hands to finish up dinner, you put the phone on speaker. "Hey, Y/N. Have you seen Johnny's new interview?" You frowned in confusion as you coated the meatballs in tomato sauce and added the pasta; you were never one to keep up with exes.

"No. What does this have to do with me?" you asked. "He did an interview yesterday and he was asked about his love life. He said some things and people think it was in reference to you. You know what? I'll just send it to you. It's not long, and it's better to see for yourself." Stephen hung up the phone and you waited, and a minute later you had a new text message. It was a link to a video and you clicked on it, and it immediately took you to Entertainment Tonight's official YouTube channel. He was promoting his movie Waiting for the Barbarians, and the journalist got around to asking about his love life.

"I've been married three times now, and I think that part of my life, of wanting to get married, is over. There was a time, a long time ago, where I thought I'd only get married once and that would be it, but... life happens. We were too young and definitely not ready to get married." The clip ended and you scrolled down to the comments. Automatically, people thought he was referring to you. He's clearly talking about Y/N Y/L/N, one user commented. Awww, Johnny is still in love with Y/N Y/L/N. I was in high school when they were dating (really showing my age now), another user commented.

There were plenty of other similar comments. You called Stephen back and he picked up after the first ring. "You don't think he was talking about me, do you?" You heard him sigh on the other line and he said, "well I think so. Look, after the trial, we went to dinner and just started reminiscing, you know about the good ole days. Then he started talking about you. He misses you. He still has the tattoo." You know exactly what tattoo he's talking about.

The tattoo with a heart and your first initial with an arrow going through it because you have the same one with his first initial on your lower back. You never had any regrets about the tattoo, but sometimes it was a conflict of interest between you and your ex husband. He had wanted you to get it removed once you were married or least change it, but you didn't see the point. Most of your clothing hid it from view of cameras, even during the height of the low rise jeans era, and your red carpet dresses never had the backs cut out to where it would show. "Can you at least talk to him, Y/N? I think he might want to hear from you."

You didn't have a number for Johnny but you do follow each other on Instagram and you have been known to leave a few likes and comments. "Okay, Stephen. I'll see what I can do." The two of you hung up. After you turned off the stove, you opened up Instagram, found Johnny's account and tapped the paper airplane icon and sent a message. Hey, I just got off the phone with Stephen. Can we FaceTime? There are some things we have to talk about.

You weren't expecting him to respond so quickly, let alone respond today. Here's my number. I have a few meetings tomorrow morning. Is twelve good for you? Twelve is perfect for me, you wrote back. As you sat down to dinner, you hoped to god that you weren't going to make a fool of yourself.

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Over the past few months, you and Johnny stayed in constant communication talking from sun up to sun down and occasionally meeting for coffee until he moved his stuff into your house. It made you feel like a lovesick teenager. It felt good to be with Johnny again after thirty years, to have a companion, especially during the pandemic; you felt a lot younger, like you were back in your twenties, before you had kids and became a household name. "Now, your daughter just won the Golden Globe for Actress In A Mini-Series or Motion Picture for TV, an award you were also nominated for. Were you upset that you lost?" You are currently doing press for you new movie that just premiered on Apple TV+.

The Golden Globes were a few weeks ago, and your daughter won the award you were nominated for, but you were far from upset. "Oh god, of course not! Her father and I are so proud of her, she deserves it. I was crying, her dad was crying, we were all a mess. As a parent you always want your kid to succeed you, and she did just that. I couldn't be more proud of her." Your daughter is only in her early twenties and is already being nominated and winning prestigious awards; you were in your late twenties when you got your first nomination and in your early thirties when you actually won anything. When her name was announced as the winner, it didn't even register with you that you lost, you were too busy crying happy tears. "Alright, one last question before I let you go. Since you've confirmed your relationship with Johnny Depp, are the rumors true that you guys are engaged?" the reporter for E! News asked.

While you love Johnny and are in love with him, neither of you have any plans to walk down the aisle anytime soon, but he did give you a promise ring for your birthday, which started the rumors in the first place when you were first seen out with it. "No, we're not. Sometimes a ring is just a ring." Neither of you felt like getting married, it would be his fourth and your second, but you know that you want to be together, but in the even that he did ask you again, you'd say yes in a heartbeat. The interview ended and you pushed away from the desk to check on the dinner you were making; hopefully after the full day of press it would be ready.

The chicken smelled delicious and you could tell it was done; the roasted veggies were a nice color as well so you put everything on a serving plater and poured two glasses of juice. "Johnny? Dinner's ready!" The two of you ate in silence for a few minutes, just the sound of silverware clinking on plates. "How was the interview?" he asked, cutting into a chicken leg. "It went well. Talked about Y/D/N's win. A little about us." "What did they ask about us?"

You took a long sip of your drink, stalling for time. "Mostly just those engagement rumors that's been making the rounds." "Y/N, can we talk about that?—" "Really Johnny, it's fine. I told them we weren't getting married." Johnny had set his fork down and his attention was only on you.

"No, Y/N, that's what I want to talk to you about." You looked at Johnny, confused by what he was saying. "Wait, what are you talking about?" He started drumming his fingers on the table. "What if they weren't rumors any more? Look Y/N, I know we said we didn't want to do the marriage thing again but... I love you a lot and... I want to be with you for the rest of my life. And we can do this however you want. No planning, the press doesn't have to know. What do you say? Will you marry me? Again?"

You were pretty sure your mouth had dropped open. Were the two of you crazy to do this again? After all, your divorce from your ex husband hadn't even been finalized for two years, what would he say about this? Your kids? Johnny must've been able to see all of these questions on your face because next he said, "before you say anything, I spoke to your kids, my kids are okay with it also." You couldn't believe this was happening, you had to be dreaming.

"Well, Y/N, what do you say?" "Yes! A thousand times yes!" You ran to the other side of the table and kissed him all over his face. In that second, you knew that this was meant to be, that this is your second chance, and you were sure as hell as to not this one go.