It was summer and it was a gorgeous evening. This was the only day that you had decided to actually care about. It was the gala. And your boss was so keen about you going. "You do know that you are the best photographer in the whole of America? I know you don't like crowds, Y/N. But we need you to go!" He had practically begged her. "Oh, Mr. Cohen. You know I can't. I mean I can, all that I don't want to." You spun on your heel to leave the office. You felt the wretched man tug at your cardigan. "You need to go! Please, only this once." You sighed. "Fine. This time only. Just cause it's Tim Burton, though." You feel your boss huff in relief. "Thank heavens, Y/N! You've came to your senses!"
POV You
I close the door to my apartment. The cozy and modern living room now reflected in bad memories. I shake my head of the terrible thoughts. Think happy thoughts, I say to myself. But what's the good in that? I just bury my face into the comfort of my pillows. I yank out my phone and scroll through my contacts. I find the one and only, Y/BFF/N.
photoshoot: Hey, girl. U up?
MOVIEnerd: Yeee whats up gurl
photoshoot: Nothing but I told bossy that I'd be going to the gala.
MOVIEnerd: really ? Oml gurlll take the chance!
photoshoot: kay whatever gnight
I turn off my phone and scroll through to my emails. I pull up the one with the gala details. Everything from being there 8pm sharp to all the possible games that they would play. Of course there was the fact that our company, Vendetta Studios. Not the best name for the company but sure sounds mad awesome. My pops was Mr. Cohen's best bud, until pops died of lung cancer. He was the best dad for all I can remember. He would take me camping each Saturday and we'd spend the day fishing and telling each other the funniest or scariest stories. It was my favorite thing in the whole wide world. But now it's all gone. As I bask in these old memories, I drift into sleep....
6:30 PM
I wake up to the song, Epiphany. Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter. What an amazing way to start this miserable day. I know, not really a great time to wake up at, but I had nothing else to do. I take my black hair tie and pull up my Y/H/C into a messy bun (If your hair is long enough) and move to the bathroom. "We all deserve to die~" I sing as I push a bit of toothpaste onto the brush. I scrub away the morning breath and spit. I place the brush back into the cup and walk to my room. Better get ready for the stupid gala. I take my time picking through yellow, dark navy blue, royal blue and finally my eyes land on a dress my dad got me. Its material was nice and silky and gorgeous. It was black at the top and faded into red. It was long and flowy and honestly, perfect. I match it with a red rose in my brushed hair and red heels. I twirled around in front of my body mirror. As I take my black purse, I contemplate the whole gala. Should I even go? I wait by the door for a minute. What if I get ridiculed? What if the same thing happens back in high school.... I stop in my over thinking. Who gives a living shit? I could not go, but I want to go. It's not like I don't want to. I love meeting new people and going to social events. I just can't. I just freeze up and don't move. I usher myself, but my legs don't move. I love to sing, I'm just too afraid. In front of other people, I can't open my mouth. My voice is gone and I go silent. I don't know why. I really like being there and talking to everybody, but my body doesn't listen. I get random mood swings and I just end up cowering in a corner. I take a bold step and leave my apartment.
Halfway through the studio doors, I stop. What if I'm the only one there? I brush away my negative thoughts. Who cares? I will go. I walk over to the common room and see my co workers, Fern, Kirstie, Gordon, and Zachary. And Beth. She's just talking to the boss, sipping some white wine, and laughing to every dull joke he makes. "Oh, you're just so HILARIOUS." She blurts. I wave to Fern who gladly pushes me to the others. "Geez, Y/N! You look beautiful. You're early, actually this time. It's okay, we were just chatting though." I smile and rub the back of my neck. "Ahaha.. Thanks. I didn't know if I should've came." I glance to my boss staring at me. I shake my head and look and greet everyone there. "You look amazing!" Zachary chuckles as I was nudging myself to laugh a bit. Oh fuck, each laugh is another shovel into my grave. So damned awkward. "Y-you too." I grin. He kissed my hand. I chuckle. "Heh, ya don't have to do that."
As everybody loads into the rented limo, I sit next to my boss. He glances up and down at me. Usually if a hot babe did that to me, I would blush and laugh and shoot some smart comeback. But this is my 80 year old family friend glancing hungrily and lustfully at me, a 20 year old. Honestly, I don't discriminate. But like, a 60 year old difference scares me. I cast my thoughts away. He's doing nothing weird. I'm not going to be creeped out by this family friend I have known for at least half my life. As I stare out the window, I see the citizens start to appear. The summer night life is frankly gorgeous. It's so amazing and beautiful. I watch as we pull up to a fancy restaurant. I see a man in a shady black suit waiting for us. We step out and he introduces himself as Mr. Burton.
"Pleasure to meet you all!" He exclaims, shaking each warm hand. I usher myself into the exquisite place and see the wonders of stacked macaroons and mouth watering plates of scallops to the gorgeous people dancing and talking about. I waltz my way over to the macaroons and help myself to a generous amount. I stand back munching on a blackberry one, and watch the lovely sight of people enjoying themselves. As I place my plate down and walk to the dance floor, a man approaches me. He had chocolate brown eyes and ruffled hair. He was wearing a royal blue suit and a black scarf under the collar. He was staring right at me. Me..? Johnny fricking Depp. I look away avoiding awkward eye contact. But he intended on awkward eye contact.
"Hello, Miss." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. I chuckled. OH STOP FUCKING CHUCKLING. "O-oh, hey." I mumble as he gets up. He stared at me with his large brown eyes and smiled. "Don't be nervous. I'm Johnny." He spoke in his gorgeous voice. His voice was a bit husky yet still smooth and definitely sexy. I take a deep breath. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." I manage to get out. "Oh, you must stay in a lot." He chuckled while shaking my hand. What? "Excuse me?" He looked like he did something wrong. "Ah! Sorry, it's just I don't usually get that reaction." What is he implying? I raise my eyebrow and a smirk creeps onto my face. "What? Just cause I'm not like those Deppheads and I'm not melting all over you? Geez, I'm not like that." I pout and cross my arms, head slightly tilted. Suddenly, Johnny got real close to my face, close to a kiss. "Wow, I like that." He grinned. I feel my face flush. "Ahem." I push his nose with my finger. I turn on my heel to avoid the embarrassment, but feel my hand being pulled. I feel Johnny's chest pushed up against mine, his cologne infiltrating my senses, his breath on mine and his face inches from mine. I could feel my face turn cherry red. "A-Ah!" I let out as I turn my face away. But I feel his tender long fingers take my chin and move my head back towards his. "You look so pretty from this angle." He muttered.
POV Johnny
I feel Y/N's chest pressed up against me, and her red face made me have....problems. I spun her away and watched as her Y/H/C spin along. She looked flustered as I led her onto the dance floor.
(Play Video)
Havana by Camila Cabello starts to play. Y/N takes a step and placed her hands at the back of my neck and my hand sliding down to her waist and the other on her cheek. She looked away for a moment until she looked straight into my eyes with full force. She starts dancing around in a circle, keeping close to my face. she breathes onto my neck, and she smiles against my skin. "You're.... tempting me, Y/N..." I spin her around as she rubs her ass down my stomach to my.. crotch. I bite my lip as she dances her way around me and kisses my neck. She takes my hand and slides it down her chest until we hear Tim call us. Both. "Y/N! Johnny!" I stop and so does Y/N. She turns around and looked at me nervously.
We walk over to Tim who was standing next to Robbie Cohen, the boss of Vendetta Studios. I turn to Y/N. Wait.. Is that... Y/N Y/L? THE Y/N? The photographer.... My photographer?
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Johnny Depp x Reader
Fiksi PenggemarYou get casted as Depp's photographer, for his movie. You try to keep things professional but he thinks otherwise.
