Johnny Depp Imagines (Requests Open)

1. - You are upset (smut) - Johnny Depp

Warning – Sexual Content

God, I was so angry. I can't tell you how much. Basically, my boyfriend forgot to tell me that I won't be able to see him for a long time, which means 5-6 months, because he is going on tour. I don't have a problem with that, I used to not seeing him for months, since my boyfriend is Johnny Depp. But he always told me so much earlier, and now, here I am, my boyfriend goes away tomorrow for months, and I just got the infortmation about an hour ago, from his manager. How can he do this to me? He knows excatly how much I usually suffer when he is away, I love him so much. I have to prepare myself for the goodbye, but now, I don't have any chance to that, he goes away tomorrow.

- Sweetheart, I am home! – I heard Johnny arriving home while I was sitting in the kitchen smoking a cigarette with a cup of coffee. I'm not a smoker, but when I am angry I don't give a shit about it. – Hey! – he appears smiling in the kitchen door, but I can't look at him. He knows me really well, he realise instantly that something is wrong. – Hey, what's wrong, love? – he comes to me, kneels in front of me, but I still ignore his eyes. – (Y/N)... Please talk to me, my love. – he asks.

God, he makes me crazy. At that moments I just lost it.

- Talk to you? You want me to talk to you Johnny? – I yell at him, which suprises him. – Why didn't you talk to me about your upcoming tour? Why do I have to realise just the day before you go away, that I won't be able to see you for months again? Can you tell me about it? – I ask while tears start to running down my face as I look into his eyes. My lord, I love him so much. It breaks my heart that he won't be next to me again. And he didn't even tell me!

- (Y/N), I'm so sorry! Please don't be angry, please don't! – he begs, while tries to hold my hand but I put my hands in the air, stand up from my chair, leaving him kneeling next to it. For a moment, he's just straing in the air, then he stands up and follows me. He grabs my hand, but I don't look at him.

- Johnny, let me go. If you are clever then just don't come near me right now. I'm angry. – I warn him. Well, he doesn't give a shit about it now, because he doesn't let me go.

- (Y/N), I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I should have... I just didn't know how. I knew that the last couple of months have been really hard for you, I didn't know how should I tell you about this...

- And what was your plan excatly? Just disappear, without a word, or what the fuck? – I turn around to look at him, his hands still holding mine.

- No... I wanted to tell you today... - he lowers his head. Yeah, he feels guilty, I can tell.

- Great. That's much better, thank you. – I push him away, and I go to our bedroom, shutting the door behind me, leaving him alone.

After 2 hours, I'm still in our bedroom. I don't know what Johnny is doing, he didn't go away, I didn't hear the door. I've been crying really hard for hours now, so I have a really bad headache. I should go to the kitchen for some pills. I get up from the bed, open the door. In the corridor we have a really huge mirror, and I can tell, it was a mistake to look at it. I look terrifying with my red eyes and nose, my whole face is wet because of the tears, and my hair makes me look like a lion. Amazing. When I reach the kitchen, I see Johnny sitting at the kitchen table, just I like did with the cigarette and the coffee, when he came home. We look at each other for a moment, then I start to look for pills. I can tell by his face that his heart just broke when he saw me like this. He hates when I'm crying.

- Are you okay? – he asks while I'm looking for those fucking pills.

- Been better – I answer. He sighs, stands up and comes next to me. He hugs my waist with one hand, and he rests his forehed to my temple. I'm still angry but when he does that, I start to cry again. I lower my head, he kisses the tear away from my cheek and hugs me tightly to him. I don't protest. One of his hands is holding my waist, while the other is stroking my hair. I put my arms around his neck, and I rest my face on his shoulder while I cry.