Johnny Depp [Character Imagine Stories]

𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔍𝔬𝔥𝔫𝔫𝔶'𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰?😟

So this is gonna be slightly odd, and a new pov. I don't exactly know where I'm gonna take this, but Ig we'll see.
Implication of smut, the scene is skipped however.
Violence.
Not everyone in this photo will be included.

I laid on my bed, trying to ignore the boys arguing and such downstairs. I shared α nice house with them, and being the only girl, I got my own room thank god. I was trying to stop crying from the things that happened at work today. Subconsciously, I loudly sniffled.

"Love? Are you alright?" Jack busted into my room. I quickly rubbed my eyes and wiped my face as I sat up.

"Yes. I'm fine, Jack." I lied.

"You don't look fine.." Jack sounded suspicious.

"I am. I'm okay." You waited for him to say exactly what he did every time.

"No you aren't. I know you hate when I do this, but I can't rest until you're alright." Jack mumbled as he started walking away.

"Sparrow! No!" I tried to get him to stop. He shut the door.
"Damn you, Jack!" I cursed.

Seconds later, more of the boys were at my door.

"Sweetheart... what's wrong?" Sweeny said sweetly.

"I'm fine." I tried reassuring him.

"Y/n?! Are you okay?" Mort interrupted. Peeking his head over Sweeny.

"Α-Are you okay?" Edward spoke softly. Sweeny, Mort, and Edward all barged into my room.

"I'm okay! I promise boys. I'm fine." Sweeny sat on my bed along with Mort. Edward stood at the end of it.
Roux walked through the open door and kneeled down by my bed on the floor.

"Have you been crying, princess?" He kissed my forehead as he spoke.

"Yes." I simply admitted.

"Why?" Mort interrupted us.

"Just work. It was α little difficult today." I stated. None of the boys really liked that I modeled. They wanted to be the only people to see me, but I had to make sure they knew I needed to work.

"What happened?" Edward spoke.

"Nothing. Boys, out." I scolded. They skeptically walked backwards, leaving the room. I started crying again, as the details of the incident flowed back to my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, by my door creaked open again. I groaned annoyed.

"I'm really sorry, y/n. I just want to make sure you're okay." I recognized the voice as Tom's and opened my eyes slowly.

"I'm okay. There, happy?" I sassed.

"No. Not really." He laid down behind me on my bed and pulled me in closer. I felt his warm breath on my neck.

"Ugh. Work was rough, okay?" I tried to make it clear I was mad.

"Please tell me sweetheart. How can I help otherwise?" He kissed my neck.

"There's nothing you can do. It can't be undone." I sighed, almost crying again.