Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

Cutler Beckett - Walking In My Shoes

Walking in my shoes - Depeche Mode

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How long do you put up with one man? One man, who cannot even say one nice thing. Despite that, he's a cruel man who doesn't even care about love, about you, about people or being kind. Forgetting how he was brought up and raised, despite his father being a drunkard and a fool. His mother taught him better, a man you fell in love with. Now... morality and money defined him. Morality, not in a good way. You were both sat in the kitchen eating dinner that had been prepared for the maids. In all the years you'd been married to each other, not once had he said I love you or you're so beautiful or thank you. The man was void of emotions and having the ability to care.

Dinner was always awkward, the silence among the hitting of the silver forks against fancy china that had been imported from different countries. Sure, it was nice to have everything you wanted, no questions asked. But, this wasn't what you needed. You needed to be loved. He'd moved you away from any form of relatives. He was all you had.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore," you set down your fork and knife.

"The first word we've said to each other in months,"

"It needed to be said, Cutler,"

"What's wrong? I give you everything you need,"

"No. No you don't. You give me material assistance, not emotional assistance. We've not had a child yet, you give me no love and affection. We've not even..."

"I know what we've not even done," he now placed his cutlery down. "What do you want me to do?"

"What's my middle name? What's my parents names? Where did I grow up? How was my childhood?"

"I—"

"You don't know! We don't know each other, and we're married! I hear of how my friends are pregnant, they're happily married. And I'm absolutely miserable, okay. You give me the finery but I want you to love me, be with me, do the things we should be doing,"

"I'm so busy and stressed all the time you don't know how it feels to only have dinner as a time to just do nothing but satisfy my hunger,"

"Well let me help you, you're not walking in my shoes. Being ashamed of how I live, this isn't living anymore. It's surviving on the last limb of my mental health, and you don't even know it. You sleep next to me, and turn your back,"

"What do we do then?"

"We need to start again, we need to go on dates. You need to share your burdens with me, like you should,"

"Then we will,"

"Tell me something good about me? What you like about me?"

"I—"

"You're eyes, they're one of my favourite things about you,"

"Y/N," he sighed. "Okay... I think, you're beautiful."

"Aww, see I knew you could do it,"

"Let's finish eating,"

"Of course you do."