The older I get the more I've realised i read fanfiction far too much.. should I be concerned about it at this point, probably. Will it stop hell no... The amount of smut in some of them.... I'm just content to let my brain rot lol.. although I do need that holy water..
But there are a lot of talented writers out there that deserve a lot of praise.. keep doing what you're doing... don't give up..
revert to clingy creature
SQUISSHHHH >
DUDE THE DARK JOHNNY FICS ARE KILLING ME you ate them up please write more pookie!! It can be any concept but if you can’t think of one I was thinking, Johnny went to go shoot a film and just wanted you sitting at home being pretty, until you decided to pack everything that was yours and leave like entirely(let’s say to a different state or smth) clothes,shoes,bags, everything gone and he goes bonkers trying to find you or whatever LOVE YOU POOKS😘😘😘😘
OOOOHHHHHHH LOVE U MORE POOKIE BEAR
you hit your limit with johnny and abandoned the life he trapped you in. to say he isn't happy is a major understatement.
warnings: yandere johnny boy, abusive relationship
notes: i love how collectively mentally ill we are, love you babes
part 1 | part 2 (SMUT) | part 3 (SMUT) *
*parts are one-shots, this is not a consistent series.
• things were going okay, so johnny thought. gifts were pouring in, the media seemed happy, and you were quiet. quiet was good to johnny. it meant you ran out of energy to protest. what he didn't realize, though, was that you were quiet to avoid raising suspicion.
• "i'm locking the doors, baby, so no parties for you," johnny would tease often about you running away or hosting parties while he was gone, but regardless he always remote locked the doors when you were left on your own. to him, you were like a puppy that was raring to leave at the crack of an open door. "they've got me filming a night scene and i told them i'd rather kill myself than film in a fake night studio, so we're gonna be out late. remember the rules?"
• johnny had rules with you, to make sure you stayed in line. you nodded and recited them. no leaving without permission, call before bed, and to not cover the security cameras. johnny nodded with approval, kissed your cheek, and was gone with a quick "good girl. love you."
• your smile faded away when the door shut. you instantly sprinted into the master bedroom, locking yourself in the joint bathroom. it was the only place without cameras.
• he had a habit of searching through your personal spaces and devices. however, one of the places he didn't check was your sink cabinet. he found feminine products gross. remember when i said he was immature? yeah. this was the best time to take advantage of that.
• behind the wall of pads and tampons was a large duffel bag cramped between the sink pipes. in it was all of your necessities and then some you purchased with his credit card. you'd sneak them into the bag using one of the designer purses he once gave you after cheating on you.
• after removing it from the cabinet, you set it atop the toilet and squeezed in one last shower. lord knows when the next one you'll have will be, or if hotel bathrooms are as luxurious as the mansion. perhaps it'd be the one thing you'd miss truly.
• when you get changed, you put on three layers of clothes and stuff the rest in the empty gaps in the bag. the expensive clothes and absurdly elegant jewelry stays behind. nobody needs that to be happy. freedom would make you happy.
•you had been periodically depositing money from johnny's account into your own secret checking account, one you opened without his approval. he needed to monitor your purchases, so he instead just gave you a credit card in his name. over the last year you'd move small quantities over until you had enough to run away and sustain yourself. sure, it was stealing. but is a multi-millionaire going to miss a few thousand?
• when you were sure everything was packed and ready, you squeezed yourself through the small window in the bathroom and took off as quickly as you could, careful to stay in the blind spots of the cameras you'd studied prior. you then climbed onto a long distance bus, showing the ticket you purchased weeks in advance, and you were off.
• it didn't feel real at first. you watched malibu fade from the bus window, glancing around at the ordinary people sitting alongside you. you were so disheveled and definitely not dolled up, people probably wouldn't recognize you. you purchased the first ticket available, one that was taking you to arkansas. hundreds of miles away, and loads of people to blend in with. nobody would think to find you there, since it had nothing awaiting you. you managed to stabilize yourself and recollect your plan you meticulously planned in your head while the hills rolled with you.
• after a couple hours of shooting, johnny sat in his little diva throne and opened his phone to his surveillance app. tapping through his home, panic set in when you didn't appear on a single camera. maybe you were in the bathroom, he thought. after waiting, you never emerged. the house was empty.
• one new voicemail.
• "hey-y-y," johnny's nervous, gritted laughter played through your phone. "i'm not seeing you on the cameras. call me."
• one new voicemail.
• "seriously, woman. where are you? this isn't funny."
• one new voicemail.
• "i'm coming home. you're making me leave work early. i'm gonna call the fucking cops. you think you're so smart? you've got two hours to come home, and if not, i'll find you, whether you like it or not."
• you snapped your phone in half, discarding it at the bus's front trash can.
• johnny arrives home, slamming doors open and turning every piece of furniture around. chairs fly across the room, your once neatly organized closet is torn to shreds. he finds your belongings short of his usual counting and puts it together. you ran away, you—
• johnny sinks to the ground, gripping his hair so tight he's nearly pulling chunks out. he's laughing so hard from mania that drool is rocketing from his mouth with the Textbook Crazy Eyes.
• he texts and texts, probably well over a couple hundred times. the messages remained undelivered, yet he kept barraging the deactivated number in hopes that the next message would come through. surely he couldn't get the police involved. "hey guys, my girlfriend ran away from me because i controlled her entire life!" yeah. that'd end in handcuffs.
• so instead, he lies. it's his specialty. he dials 911, and channels the mania into a false desperation. he sobs into the phone, claiming that you're extremely mentally unwell and must be returned to him ASAP.
• johnny spends the next week posting your face everywhere on social media. you and him become, yet again, the talk of the country, but for once it seems like a genuine concern. with the way he painted things, you were insane and in danger if you were away from him, and you needed him to protect you. johnny painted himself as the savior, making charity campaigns to raise money for search parties. his home is full of gifts in your honor.
• he'd drink and smoke, something he didn't usually do, just to relieve this insane stress. he felt like his other half became untethered, like his entire world was falling apart. as much as he controlled you, he really did love you in his own fucked up way. he needed you, more than you needed him. you were the one person that would agree with him no matter the situation. he loved how you made him feel.
• meanwhile, you're basking in the sun by the hotel pool as you browse nearby apartments. it felt foreign to make your own decisions, and you had zero concern over whether or not the place would be up to his par. it was up to you now, and you loved it.
• you just had to hope that johnny wouldn't find you himself. lord knows what he'd do to you.
BATSHIT INSANE UGLY ANNOYING NARCISSISTIC MANIPULATIVE CONCEITED FREAK PROUDLY SHOWCASES HIS DISGUSTING ADDICTION TO THE WORLD!!!!!
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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v. | part vi. | part vii. ...more coming soon!
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jessicarabbit drabble + voiceclaim | character inspo | deep dive into dolly's mind
I can imagine Bi-Han and his wife having a son and one day he sees her holding the child outside and singing softly. Seeing it reminds it of his mom and the times he had had with her and he can’t help but smile softly
i am actually melting rn bye
you were anxious about bringing your son out in the blistering cold of the arctik. even with bi hans constant reassurance that nothing will happen.
this time of the year though the weather finally turned a little nicer around the temple. it was finally time to introduce him to the gardens, training grounds and the flora surrounding your home.
wrapped in a thick onesie your little one was on your hip cooing and babbling softly. at the time bi han was out training with his brother who couldn’t hold in his teasing at seeing the grandmaster get so easily distracted by your presence.
„ i thought we were supposed to be training and not staring bi han. ”
with a frustrated groan he straightened his posture and turned to leave kuai liang behind.
„ we’re finished here. ”
not waiting for the others response he was already heading straight in the direction of the gardens where he saw you going just a few seconds ago.
the closer he got the louder soft cries of his son had become. as he was about to turn the corner he heard your soft humming of a weirdly familiar melody.
it took him a moment but then again he saw his mother in you. calming his son with the same song he found comfort in during his childhood years. a soft smile forming on his features as he starts to walk in your direction.
completely unaware of his presence you stood in the middle of the gardens and tried to calm your child down after a strong gust of wind irritated his soft cheeks.
you felt strong arms gripping your waist and pulling you back into your husbands chest. nothing was said as the two of you softly swayed from side to side until your son started to fall asleep on your chest.
somebody better restrain me istg
I found it and I am bringing it here
I don't know what infidelity of my parents I will be paying
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