Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

Jack Sparrow - Why won't you Kiss me?

WAS NOT A TRICK THIS TIME ( ofc I'm gonna do it )

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It was a cool breezy evening, everyone was merry and drinking rounds upon rounds of beer. Before Jack got lost in the evening, you pulled him aside and looked from his eyes to his lips. You'd been rather close romantically for over a month and he hadn't kissed you, despite having feelings for you. And you felt the same way. You tried everything, some things you weren't proud of. One time, you tried to force yourself in him, hoping, like Jack does, he'd just kiss you. But he didn't, he swerved and pushed you away. All night you argued, and not one reason came out of his mouth, you apologised over and over for what you did.

"Jack, you haven't ever told me, why won't you kiss me?"

"Not right now, love. Let's got to the pub,"

"No! You can't keep walking away from me, I want to kiss you and you won't let me,"

"I'm going to get some rum, want some?"

"Stop running away from me!"

He walked off, leaving you standing there alone. What was wrong with him? As he walked away, you felt around in your pocket for some money, but there was none to buy a drink. Instead of asking Jack, you just followed him into the pub. The bartenders around here would willingly give any woman a drink, expecting favours, but you'd never let them get them.

As you entered, you sighted Jack getting flirtatious with some of the women of the town, the way he often was with you. Instead, he was more boisterous with them, hands on, all over them. And that was how this was going to go, all night. The bartender pulled you a few pints of beer, each of them tasting stronger in alcohol than the other.

"What's in these?" you screamed over the noise.

"Alcohol! Lots of alcohol!"

Across the way, Jack was allowing a woman to crawl into his lap, she leaned into kiss him... slowly. He leaned in slowly, instead of pulling away like he did with you. You were on the edge of your seat watching them lean closer, the space constricting your throat and eyes.

"Jack..." you mumbled under your breathe letting a tear escape your eye. "Why Jack?"

You cried... the tears you'd kept in for so long fell like rivers, his lips combined with hers. You got up from the chair, and walked toward him, immediately finding yourself wanting to jump and attack, your fight response instead of flight. As you fist went to fly in the back of her head, someone held your arm away. You turned to see the commodore, the one who was disgraced. He was drunk yet, he was probably enrolled in his crew.

"Get off me!" You hissed.

"Not going to be hit anyone tonight," you calmed down a little releasing your hand, as it slipped through his grip, you pulled your fist back colliding with her head.

"Maybe tomorrow night," you said in a calm manor, she was knocked unconscious by the surprising blow. Rolling off of jacks lap, he looked at you with surprise. "Don't look at me like you're not guilty."