Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Dean Corso (Angst/Smut)

Requested by dilflover24

Y/N sighed wistfully as she watched Dean go to the copy machine for what seemed like the millionth time this day.

"Why don't you talk to him about something other than the weather?" Teased Kate, her work friend.

Y/N groaned. "I can't! He's out of my league, for one thing."

"You have no idea how many other women here might wanna get him."

It was true, Y/N wasn't the best looking, but she wasn't ugly, either. Sure, she had had a few boyfriends here and there, but she felt like a nobody compared to Dean.

He had charcoal eyes, matching slick hair, and wore round glasses. He was also notorious for smoking.

Some of the people at work had complained about his smoking habits, but he'd done it outside anyway, so what were they whining about?

It never bothered Y/N that he smoked. Her dad and grandfather were smokers, but maybe she was used to it because of that.

And Dean was very respectful of everyone, very mysterious yet friendly. There was no way Y/N was more than a co-worker to him.

Kate smirked. "You want me to talk to him for you?"

"No! Please, don't do that."

Y/N covered her face, groaning. She then wrote a few things down on the sheets she needed to get to her boss that afternoon.

"Well, you better make a move."

"I don't even know how he feels about-"

"Hey, ladies. Y/N, can I borrow a pen?" Spoke a deep voice.

Y/N and Kate
looked up from their cubicle.

It was Dean.

He wore a black button up shirt, and matching pants. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his impressive forearms.

"Oh, hi Dean! Yeah, sure, here." Y/N handed him a blue pen from her desk.

"Thanks, Y/N."

He took it with a smile, and then strode off to his cubicle on the end of their aisle.

Kate covered her mouth. Her eyes were glittering. "Talk to him, dang!"

Y/N grimaced. "Did you even see that? I could barely speak."

"He smiled."

"It was just a smile."

"He rarely even smiles. Go talk to him."

Y/N swallowed. "Just be yourself. And relax, you look like you're in a front of a firing squad."

Kate giggled.

"Ow!" She winced and Y/N smiled proudly. "I don't have a problem with approaches. Are you sure you don't want me to talk to him-"

"Yes." Y/N whispered. She glanced around, but everyone mostly had earphones in. She narrowed her eyes.

Y/N sighed and arranged her papers neatly. Then she smoothed her hands over her arms.

"I'll figure out something."

Kate rolled her eyes, but she turned back to her cubicle.

Y/N spent the rest of her shift writing, copying, and more writing before her papers were done for the day.

Her head and neck were aching, and she cracked her neck. A pop sounded throughout the room, causing a few heads to turn.

"My neck. I just cracked it. Don't worry." Y/N smiled, and some of them nodded.