#GRRRRRR JOHNNY

[z0mbiefvcker]

the ending of edward scissorhands is outrageous. kim dipped and left him to be alone for like literally eternity n shes like "i want him to remember me the way i was" HE LOVES YOU KIM?!?!?!?!?!?!?

[tending-the-hearth]

hi i'm rotating this moment from the deleted opening scene of the outsiders (1983) in my brain like a microwave for three reasons:

(1) the fact that johnny and darry are the ones who arrive last, meaning johnny was hanging out with the curtis brothers (or just darry and oh god the two of them hanging out makes me want to cry) and darry sticks with johnny until he sees what's happening (his little touch to johnny's arm before he runs to ponyboy KILLS me that's one of his little brothers your honor and he needs to make sure he's okay)

(2) the way johnny is frozen in place, considering that it was only just recently within the timeline that he was jumped. he's terrified, both for himself and for ponyboy, and he can't do anything but watch what happens. johnny looks like he wants to start running, but he just can't because his own trauma is coming back to him full force

(3) darry's look of absolute panic, fear, and anger all mixed together. he and johnny probably just ran over to see if a random greaser was being jumped, and if they needed help, but you can literally see it register on darry's face that it's ponyboy getting jumped.

(4) the way darry moves SO fast. he and johnny arrive, and as soon as darry processes that it's ponyboy getting hurt, he's running to his baby's side. he sees the socs, sees the rest of the gang taking care of them, and does not give them even a second glance before checking on ponyboy

in literal seconds in this deleted scene, we go past ponyboy's unreliable narrator perspective of who darry is, and we as the audience immediately understand darry, and exactly how much his little brothers mean to him.

[irritablepoe]

hey not to overshare on main but my tits hurt bc my period is coming around in a few days and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh it's so annoying, literally why do they have to be sensitive like that

[jgabriel1920]

So... If anyone is curious about how rping is going.

[vandermorgans]

I love you Abigail pls I’d do better by you

[milllkaa]

BARKING

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof grrrrrr

Content: Dub-Con, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex (reader giving)

The bar is exactly as busy as you’re hoping for when you get there. Quiet and intimate, low lights, a hum of conversation but not overwhelmingly loud. The bar is mostly full but not crowded. As luck would have it, you instantly spot a couple empty stools towards the back.

You glide across the establishment, head held high and shoulders back. Pick a seat and smooth your skirt under you to perch. The bartender comes to you instantly; you pick something sweet and fruity (delighted that it’ll match your outfit.)

It takes up until they slide it across to you — a tab opened with your card — that the insecurity starts to set in. What if no one is interested? What if Soap doesn’t show up?

You sip at your drink and pull out your phone, reading your latest book. If nothing else… at least you’re getting out? God.

“This isn’t your usual scene.”

Oh. Oh this is worse than being ignored all night and going home alone. So much worse. Just barely manage not to curse aloud as you turn to your ex.

“Justin…” you start, realize you don’t know where to go from there. “Hi.”

“It’s been a minute, huh?”

You look him up and down. Designer everything, of course, brands printed all over him. No taste, though, none of it is cohesive. You wouldn’t be caught dead at his side ever again.

“How’s your arm?”

His expression flickers, hand unconsciously going to the spot where Johnny tried to tear it off.

“Fine. Thanks.” He gives you a long look. Unfriendly. “You know people have had dogs put down for less.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, fear and anger twisting up in your stomach like hot lava. How dare he threaten your boy like that?! Wish Johnny was here now to take another chunk out of him.

“Not when people trespass on private property,” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing.

He puts his hands up, laughing awkwardly. “Well, now. I wouldn’t call it — let’s just say we’re even, yeah?”

“For that at least.”

You take another big sip of your drink. Find it empty. Make hopeful eye contact with the bartender and nod for another when they gesture questioningly. There’s a reason you love this bar.

“Right… listen, about that, luv…”

“There you are, bonnie!”

You perk up despite yourself. Says something that the creep who sexually harasses you in public is better company than your ex-fiancé. Something zings through you when you realize Soap is bigger than your Justin (hopefully in every aspect). Taller, wider, more muscular. Better jawline and prettier eyes, too.

“Tucked up back here like this,” Soap mock scolds, shouldering past Justin. You let out a little squeak as he scoops you off your barstool, hand just under your ass for a hold. “Almost didn’t see you, hen.”

“H-Hi,” you say, arms going around his neck automatically. He presses his nose to your collarbone and audibly inhales. You shiver.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he continues, voice dropping lower.

He sets you down on your stool again with a wink, then takes the stool next to yours.

“Oi, do you mind?” Justin snaps, bumped out of the way by Soap’s bulk.

“I do, actually.” The look Soap levels him is sharp, cold. Bloody killer. Instantly reminds you of all the alarm bells that normally play in your head when he’s around. “Don’t like puffed up knobs like you around my girl.”

You bite your tongue on a protest that you’re not his girl. Wouldn’t be particularly helpful right about now. You’ll correct him later.

“Your girl,” Justin scoffs. “She was mine before she was ever — hey!”

Soap’s got his fist in the front of Justin’s shirt, jerking him nearly off his feet. A few heads turn. You feel hot with embarrassment, skin prickling at so many eyes on your little trio of stupidity.

“Woah!” You yelp. “Soap!”

You grab his forearm (remind yourself not to get distracted by the muscles cording it) and lean into his line of sight. The near-murderous glint in his blue eyes softens, though there’s still an unnatural sheen to them. Something that makes the hair on the back of your head stand on end.

“Soap, let him go,” you say, quiet. “I like this bar, don’t get us kicked out… please?”

He hums, instantly drops Justin to cup his hand around the back of your neck, fingers edging into your hair. His palm feels so big and harm, a little rough with callouses. You try not to think about how easy it would be for him to manipulate your head however he wants…

“Like when you say ‘please,’ hen,” Soap purrs.

You swallow, feel your cheeks flushing as you say, “Then… you should sit down and have a drink with me. Please?”

He grins, crooked and a little mean. “Anythin’ fer you.”

He drops into his stool again like a king on his throne. You perch gingerly on your own, waving Justin away like an annoying fly. Don’t even look as he slinks off, too busy staring at Soap. Who’s… busy staring at you. As always.

“You never called,” he drawls after ordering. Whiskey, neat. The bartender sets your new drink in front of you; you start sipping to gather your thoughts and nerve. “Lucky I happened to stop in here, eh? Imagine if I’d walked past…”

You grimace a bit. A fantastic bit of luck, that. Thought you’re still not sure what type of luck.

Definitely not going to admit to him that you didn’t call on purpose, wanting plausible deniability if you did see him. As if trying to get him under your skirt by happenstance is better than calling him to do it.

“Why did you stop in here?” You ask, looking to change the subject.

“Could smell you,” he answers, eyes twinkling.

You wrinkle your nose, kick at his shin. Want to blame it on the alcohol, but you drink red wine most nights of the week. This is just… placebo and desperation.

“You’re so nasty, you know that?” You huff.

He arches his eyebrows, grins wolfishly. “Could show you how nasty I can be,” he offers.

You wrinkle your nose even as your cheeks burn. That’s exactly what you’re hoping for.

“You can’t keep talking to me like that,” you complain.

He snorts in amusement, hooking his fingers beneath your stool and tugging you closer. Until your knees are between both of his, jeans brushing against your thighs.

“Here’s the thing, darlin’,” he murmurs, low and private. “I think you like when I talk to you like that.”

You swallow audibly, hands dropping down to twist nervously in your lap.

“I think it makes your pretty pussy all wet and swollen when I get all mean like this,” he continues. You shake your head; his palm clamps down on your thigh beneath your skirt, thumb sweeping back and forth over the sensitive skin. “Think she’s fuckin’ aching fer me to make good on all my promises. And you can get all shy and sweet here, but I bet all your cunt wants is to be mounted and bred like a bitch in heat.”

And he’s right. Of course he’s fucking right. That goddamn bad guy fantasy and your shallow, needy pussy, and Soap’s stupid fucking everything.

You feel like you’re about to explode when the bartender sets his whiskey down, snapping the tension like a rubber band. Feel dizzy as you lean away, sipping desperately at your own drink in an attempt to cool off. He gives you all over maybe fifteen second before opening that sinful mouth again.

“So how about it, bonnie? Did I hit the mark?”

You feel frustrated tears pricking at your eyes. Blink and look away at your nervous hands.

“I-I don’t even know you,” you mutter. “You could be dangerous.”

“I am dangerous, baby,” he replies, “just not to you.”

You shake your head. “You’re awful.”

“Mm and you want me to do awful things to you.”

You sigh through your nose, that little logical voice blaring again. He’s going to hurt you. He’s going to use you.

(Would that be so bad, if you go in knowing it?)

A tug at your necklace startles you out of your thoughts, his finger hooked beneath the pendant. You lean in with a noise of protest, afraid he’s going to break it. Gasp as your lips brush his.

“Whatever’s goin’ on in that pretty head, let me fuck it out of you.”

You shudder, hand balanced on his thick, muscular thigh. Can feel a twitch near your thumb. Holy shit.

“I’ll be so good to you, princess,” he promises. “Let me be good to you.”

You suck in a breath. Now or never.

Well, if nothing else, maybe you’ll let Johnny eat him if he’s turns out to be a bastard.

“Prove it,” you breathe.

He guides your chin up, eyes blazing with hunger.

“Yeah?” He asks.

You blink, muster up your courage. “You heard me. Or are you back out?”

His expression goes deliciously dark. “Oh, I’ll prove it, lass. You just sit right here and I’ll get us sorted.”

His fingers slip just that last little bit up and start teasing at the lace of your panties. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to sip at your cocktail while he flags down the bartender. His nails scrape lightly across the fabric over your clit as gets your card and throws down enough cash to cover all three drinks.

When he pulls his hand away, you have to bite back a whimper.

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m haulin’ you out of here over my shoulder,” he growls in your ear.

You’re up in an instant, smoothing down your skirt. His hand stays glued to your lower back as he ushers you out to the lot. Sits you down in the passenger seat of a black pickup, barely waits for you to buckle yourself in before peeling out of the lot.

You’re about to tell him your address when you hear the clink of a belt, a zipper. Eyes wide as they drop to his pants, to him fishing a huge, hard cock out of jeans.

“C’mere,” he near snarls.

“Soap, that’s not— mph!”

The head of his cock catches on your teeth, but that only seems to spur him on, hips twitching.

“Gonna ruin that pretty makeup, your pretty hair. Gettin’ all dolled up like that for any fucking wanker to see.”

He twists his fingers in your hair and presses you down, your cheek rubbing against the shaft. He feels huge and unnaturally hot. You press your thighs together as you imagine how it’s going to feel inside of you.

“This isn’t safe,” you complain, mouth open as you gasp against the flushed skin.

He curses, tugs you up so that your lips press against the head, already dripping. Your eyes widen in the darkness, shocked and flattered that you’ve already worked him up this much.

“Not gonnae let anything happen,” he promises, “but you need to convince me not to spank this pretty ass black and blue.”

You squeal as he releases you hair just to deliver a harsh smack to one ass cheek, the sting making you clench up.

“H-hey!”

“You want me to slap that pretty pussy too? Bet I could make you cum just tapping that little clit over and over again. That what you want, slag?”

“N-no!”

“Then show me.”

You seal your mouth around the head, sucking and licking at the precum beading at the tip. Try to brace yourself, nearly gag as he hits a pothole and shoves into your throat. It’s noisy and messy, eyes watering from how thick and deep he is already, not letting you up for more than brief gasps of air.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Work your tongue just like that…” he groans.

You lose track of everything but trying not to gag, his threat lingering with each obscene slurp and twist of your tongue. He tastes better than you expected, and the scent of him surrounds you. Musk and pine, something familiar that niggles at your cock-drunk brain. Can’t be bothered to work it out though, not when he’s tugging your hair. Not when he comes to an abrupt stop and you deepthroat him.

He yanks you off with a near-animal growl. You whine, scrambling to brace yourself and panting. Your head feels foggy. Know your panties are soaked through; shocked you’re not dripping down your leg. If you were sitting properly, you’d probably leave a wet mark on the seat.

You moan as his mouth crashes into yours, tongue sweeping inside like he owns it. He licks the taste of himself off your tongue, hands fumbling your seatbelt off, dragging you over the center console to straddle his lap.

You gasp at the sight of his rock hard, angry cock next to your pretty dress, pressed up against your stomach. Show just how deep he’ll be inside your guts.

“Fuck, look’it that,” he groans rutting against your stomach. “Oh you were made to be mine.”

You scream as he scoops you up, stepping out of the truck with you over his shoulder.

“Soap!” You shout. “Soap, put me down, my dog—”

“I’m your fuckin’ dog,” he replies.

“No, seriously, he’s protective—”

He grabs the spare out of its hiding place and shoves the door open. You brace for angry barking and growls, but hear nothing. Soap doesn’t even pause. He just kicks the door shut and storms down the hall to your room, like he knows exactly where he’s going.

He drops you onto the bed, watches your breasts bounce as you settle on the mattress. He strips off int he blink of any eyes while you’re still catching your breath.

“W-wait, wait, my—”

He flips you onto your stomach, hikes your ass up high in the air. You squirm, try to crawl away, but he slaps your ass so hard you see stars. He places his palm flat between your shoulder blades to bin you still.

“S-Soap,” you whine as he shoves your skirt up over your ass, palms a cheek. Spreads you open just to let the flesh jiggle back into place.

“Fuck,” he growls. It sounds off. Sounds deeper, rougher now.

“Just-just slow down…!”

He yanks your panties aside, plunges two thick fingers into you. You squeal, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress.

“Oh, you’re plenty ready,” he says, dark, almost to himself. “All ready to be mated and bred. All mine.”

That finally starts to break the lust-drunk haze. Open your mouth to tell him absolutely not, it’s been way to long and your need to be stretched—

He forces his entire cock into you with one brutal thrust. You scream, cry, try to flatten yourself against the bed but he won’t even let you do that, muttering about “presenting” properly. It hurts but it feels good, know that’s it’s just too much.

“Soap,” you sob, “y-you can’t— you have to… I’m-I’m gonna break.”

“Shhhh, no you’re not,” he soothes, grinding a bit deeper. Your eyes roll back, keening through your teeth. “You were made for me. You’re all for me.”

You shake your head, but he just chuckles.

“Yes, baby, yes. You let me in, you kept me. Now we belong to each other.”

“Soap, w-what are you talking about…?” you manage, fists tight in the sheets. He draws back once and slams into you, hard, mean.

Leans down so he’s rumbling directly in your ear.“‘S Johnny, hen.”

You blink, confused and overwhelmed. “W-what… n-no. No, Johnny is my….”

“Woof.”

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[pumpkinsy0]

im the middle man of the stupidest most basic fucking highschool "drama" of my life so can i get some pony hcs of him dealing with smth like that?

heyyyyy srry for not resplying sooner!!! but i am

alive,,, i am back,,,

and omg?? at least ur gettin the real hs experience😭😭

•pony will always go to soda to talk about it, he feels free to do so bc technically he’s not involved w the drama at all, if he told darry it would turn into a “don’t get involved w that, that’s not what ur in school for” kind of lecture. not to say that soda doesn’t kinda do it but it’s more of a passing comment than anything else

•soda and darry were popular in school yet they were never rlly involved in drama like pony is, pony doesn’t have that kinda charm to stay out of trouble like they can, but he has enough likeability to not be at one of the end of drama, yknow what i mean?? that AND ppl know he’s a curtis bro so ppl just don’t wanna get a one way ticket to seeing how protective they r over pony, would soda and darry jump someone over pony??? unpopular opinion but i dont think they would for many different reasons, THE OUTSIDE WORLD DONT KNOW THAT THO so they keep pony at arms length

•god forbid the drama is w pony and 2 of his other school friends, at best he turns into a shitty messenger pigeon, being told to “tell ___ i said ____” but ending up not saying it to them, and the person finds out anyways from someone else. at WORST, pony has to pick a side, loyalty is big to pony so he tries not picking sides, sometimes tho??? he knowwwsss who’s in the wrong and distances himself away from em

•if its one of the gang though, like i said loyalty is a big thing, PLUS he in a way lives w some of em, if one of the gang is in deep trouble he stands ten toes down for em, he does it w a sigh and shakes his head, but still does it

•if u think ponys gonna b the one to try and quell the problem, ur WRONG!! hes just aboard for the ride, stepping in to stop ppl from fighting aint his strong suit, ofc if he feels like itll get outta hand he’ll try to do SOMETHING to stop em but typically??? its common in town so he doesnt care THAT much

•pony had smalllll issues w socs in school when he came back bc they thought bob didnt get his justice and since johnny was dead pony was the next best thing. it wasnt wide spread bc believe it or not bob wasnt wildly beloved, think of it like a “we all look like w gaf about each other but rlly we couldnt care less” american psycho type thing goin on there w half of those socs. but greasers had ponys back soooo nothing more than empty threats n glares

•first REAL big “this happened bc of me, kinda on my own here in this corner” drama pony found himself in was probably when angela tried to get him jumped, BUT EVEN THEN it wasnt rlly drama, there was a right and a wrong and most ppl sided w him anyways, so kinda short lived

•pony says he hates drama (bit of a lie, he doesnt HATE it just thinks its annoying) but hes a big gossiper, and he doesnt even realize it, “grrrrrr i wish u guys what shut up, but sureeeee tell me what he said in exact detail, word for word bar for bar, not that i care or anything🙄🙄🙄”

•noooooobody believes him when he says middle class kids r messsyyyyyyy, everyone says theyre chill but theyre NOT, theres beef between upper middle class kids who try to fit in w the socs and the lower middle class ones who try (keyword try) sticking together, its nottttt just greasers vs socs, the middle class has infighting BAD

•i say all this but genuinely, pony doesn’t pay attention to what happens in school, beyond classes (even IN class if it’s easy enough) he disassociates and couldn’t tell u who what who even though he’s been there for a good few years now, he finds out about a lot of things REALLLYYYY late, pony’s not THAT popular up to the point where ppl tell him everything that’s going on bc he isn’t rlly their force choice to do that w, everytime he’s put in the middle of something, it’s when that situation done boiled over, his friends have to fill him in and they’re like “where tf WERE u when this happened man cmon”

[semperamans]

I hope I'm not being annoying always sending stuff in but Johnny wearing his girls claw marks on his back like she wears his name on her jacket 🫠

GRRRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF :'(

[ningningspapafrita]

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👀 A SHORT NCT HORROR STORY!! 😱

TW: GRAMMER, DEATH, ACCIDENTS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

"Do you really think I'd just let you end things with me like that?"........

------------------Y/N'S POV-------------------

"So tell me Y/N when did this behavior begin?"

My therapist concerningly deep voice and the overwhelming smell of what could only be described as a nursing home for old people clouded my mind and nostrils

'ugh'

I thought.

"The day I broke up with him.....I knew there was something wrong, but I could have never seen this coming..."

I watched as the woman scribbled something down on her wooden clip board

"And do you feel comfortable with sharing today?"

I gulp, looking around the tiny office

"Well~

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"W-were over." I say as confidently as I could possibly sound.

Jaehyun, my now ex-boyfriend was leaning up against the chip stand, arms crossed over his chest looking to be in deep thought.

"Hmm okay" he said with a deadpanned look

"Well damn okay"

I took this as my sign to leave as I silently stepped out of the store heading home

"That was easy" I thought.............

1 week later

*GRRRRRR*

My stomach growled as I ravaged through my fridge like a raccoon.

"God, there's no way I have nothing. I'm not even that big" I scoff slamming the fridge shut

I slip on a jacket and slippers. It's only 1:27 in the morning, and the gas station should still be open, so I'll take my chances.

"Quickly in and out"

I thought to myself look at the display window decorated in cigarette displays

I make my way closer, stopping in my tracks as my eyes lock on to an approaching figure

"Hey"

Jaehyun dressed from head to toe in black leather had a smug grin on his face as he looked down at me

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Jaehyun lightly chuckled as if something was funny.

"I live around here baby did you really think I'd let you end things with me like that?" He teased.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

Jaehyun chuckled even louder, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair.

"It means I'm not going to let you easily get away from me. You're my girlfriend, do you really think I'd just let you leave?" He stepped closer to me, his eyes staring me down with a cold and calculating look

I tense up as he starts leaning closer. I could feel his hot breath on my nose.

"Stop!" I push him away and make a run for it out of the parking lot. I need to get home!

"No you don't!

Jaehyun yells out. I feel a tight grip on my wrist that forces me to spin around before I'm aggressively slammed into a wall as his body pressed into mine

"shit!"

I head butt him managing to get my leg loose as I kick him in between the legs

"FUCK!" Jaehyun let out a cry of pain as he stumbled back from me. A glare appears on his face as he looks up at me. His eyes looking murderous.

"You're gonna regret that" he growled, gritting his teeth as his hands reached into his pocket

I need to get the fuck out of here!

I make a run for it, crossing the street and cutting through neighborhood after neighborhood as jaehyun followed behind, screaming at me.

"Leave me alone, you psycho!"

I cut behind a house and eventually find my way home, thankfully no jaehyun in sight

I lock my doors before running to my room

-Nobodys POV-

Jaehyun was still panting heavily, still frustrated that he had lost you. He sat at a bench in a secluded park, glancing around as he tried to figure out his next course of action.

Then it hit him. The realization that you probably went back home. The male smirked, letting out a low growl as he got up off the bench, starting to run in the direction of your house. He mentally cursed at himself, wishing he had caught on to where you were going sooner.

*ZOOM*

Jaehyun didn't expect to see Johnny's car speed by, but the sight made him livid, only increasing his anger.

"So that's it you called johnny huh?" He mumbled with a scowl "you can't run to him for help now. You're mine! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

He began running faster, determined to get to your house before Johnny did

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You finished packing your clothes and everything else you needed before heading outside just as Johnny pulled up.

"Thank goodness!" You run to the car, shoving all your stuff into the trunk and hopping into the passenger seat.

Johnny, who looked a little shaken let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay Y/N? Are you hurt at all?" He asked urgently, eyes scanning you up and down checking for injuries. You looked around at the parking lot trying not to break down

"Yes now can we go, he could pop up any minute!" You cry out.

You look back at Johnny who's face darkened as he continued to look you over, hands gently running over my arms and legs

"He didn't hurt you, did he? You're not injured right?" He persisted, his voice laced with concern. Causing you to grow frustrated

"Johnny I will explain later can we ju-

All of the sudden Jaehyun slams himself onto the windshield, eyes wide in anger

Both you and Johnny jumped in fear. Johnny reached over grabbing onto your arm

"Y/N!"

You screamed in fear "STEP ON THE FUCKING WHEEL!" You say grabbing his hand and placing it on the wheel.

Johnny immediately slammed his foot down on he gas pedal, making the car shoot forward, sending Jaehyun flying over the car.

You lock your door as the car sped off down the street.

Johnny glanced at you, his eyes filled with worry and fear

"God damn it, you sure you're okay? I did not see that comi-

*BANG BANG BANG*

You and Johnny jump at the sudden banging in the back window. We both whipped around to see jaehyun clinging to the exhaust. Banging on the window, yelling for you.

"GET OUT THE CAR BABYY"

If this couldn't get any worse!

Johnny's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Jaehyun suddenly climbed on the top of the moving car. You screamed as Johnny sped up, hoping to knock jaehyun off the top, but Johnny just didn't understand. Jaehyun was a different breed.

You sunk down in your seat as Jaehyun starts poking indents into the top of the car, singing his heart out.

Johnny's eyes widened in disbelief

"What the hell is he doing?" He exclaimed, swerving the car.

Jaehyuns arm suddenly entered through Johnny's window, reaching for the steering wheel. Johnny panicked, eyes flickering between the wheel and the road.

You watched as Jaehyun poked his head into the car wearing a creepy grin as he let go of the wheel to turn on the radio

As the theme song of 'jeepers creepers' began playing. Johnny started elbowing Jaehyun, making the man pull his head out of the car

"He's lost it completely" Johnny muttered, his voice shaking as he tried to keep his attention on the road.

"How do we get out of this!?" You start, but the world feels like it slows down as Johnny he was staring at you with nothing but blatant fear

"SAVE YOURSELF" you gasp as you watch johnny get dragged out by the collar. Fear paralyzed you, your heart raced in your chest as you realized you were alone inside a speeding car in the middle of nowhere

"No....no...no" you whispered, your hands gripping the seatbelt tightly unbuckling yourself.

You then jump tuck and roll out the car as it crashes down the road with a big explosion. You try to get up as your hands come in contact with something squishy

"JOHNNY'S EYEBALLS!

I TRY TO SCREAM AS I SEE JAEHYUN APPROACH ME WITH A WICKED GRIN 😈😟

Jaehyun walked towards you, his grin growing wider as he saw the horrified expression on your face. He relished in your fear, reveling in the power he held over you

"Trying to escape again, are we?" He said mockingly, his towering form casting a dark shadow over you.

You pass out as your body couldn't take it anymore.

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"Yeah, I haven't seen him since....."

"That's quite a lot Y/N I'm very proud of you for sharing today, but it appears our time is up for today"

I sigh, looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Jung"

The lady got up with a soft smile "anytime sweetheart, that'll be 500 dollars, would you like to write a check or would you like to pay in cash or credit" I smile

"Check, please," I say as I take a deep breath feeling like a brand new person.

♡THE END♡

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

I forgot what a mess Britta was with her hunger and emotions. Fucking Pendragon grrrrrr!

Wynn saying she'll make room for Neil to lie down if the lift falls. And she said it so sweetly too. 😭😭

Ohh it's just Pendragon now? Miles is not amused, and he's letting it be known.

Oh no!!!! The blood dolls. They're looking down and kneeling?!?

Britta looking to Johnny to help her control.

A presence is making her frenzy?!?! FUCKING PENDRAGON it has to be!!!!! Why is this man trash????

Thank god we have Johnny to help her and him resisting the hunger to grab her.

And then Wynn and Johnny tag team holding/calming her.

Wynn's "We're going to do this as a team, okay?" 😭 fuck me.

The dad stare. 😭

Johnny's freaking feed excursion of young girls!! He's had had nothing but young girls as options.

"She is well cared for but there is no doubt in your mind, this girl is cattle." wow horrifying. Big yikes.

Did Wynn just offer Johnny to feed from her???

Sooo Pendragon just wants to climb the corporate ladder?

Lmaooo Pendragon just going around stealing all Pieterszoon's data, and just being honest about it. This man doesn't give a fuck. 😂😂

Did he kill Pieterszoon??? Omg he did!!! Ripped his head from his body? Goddamn he could have just said yes I killed him.

Oh wow pendragon just outright stating it was so Britta would be safe.

Britta feeling guilty about it all. 🥺

This is one of those times where Miles's compartimentalisation actually is useful.

I love how Pendragon basically is like idk what all this means plz tell me, but at the same time he's being so fostile and awful and like he is better than them. Bitch! You know nothing! Be humble and try to learn from these mother fuckers!

I know he has callussed hands and all that bullshit but nothing proves Pendragon is British nobility more than that he has some ancient sword from legend in his basement.

Neil just living his conspiracy nut dreams rn.

Miles getting to be smug and knowing all the facts and have people listen to him as an authority for once.

Johnny sneering at Pendragon. Yes, king, go off!

Neil doing some sort of toeing the line of lying about Eden. Bless him. They all are so protective of her. 🥰

So Pendragon knows Wynn's assignment

Oh my God is he now telling the entire coterie not to go because Britta wants to go with them?? This man is an absolute mess. Lmaoo

You tell that man, Johnny. You give him a piece of your mind!

Love a psychopath telling people he won't kill them as long as they're useful to him. So reassuring!

I know that them not trusting him is pissing pendragon off. But they're fucking right!! They're not tools!! They're allies!!!

This justicar is just the worst.

Sooooo they're just being honest with him, saying some stuff that is actually pretty reasonable and he can't handle it and throws a tantrum by closing the meeting.

Poor Britta, I really feel bad for her.

[tartsniffer]

Im so tired of having to scrape the scraps in the empty container of Javier/Johnny. IM TIRED.

Only one good Javier/Johnny fic on ao3, its like that Would You Rather question, would u rather eat the same food every day for ur entire life or eat poop everyday, like im gonna bawl.....

if u cant find content u gotta make it urself but im already putting off a GoldenGriffin LMK fic and i rlly wanna finish it😭

grrrrrr me when multiple hyper fixations all at once

[quatraine-in-c-major]

MORE GRRRRRR YRYRGRGRRR

Lily (OOH I LOVE THE SOUND OF THIS ONE) — Mason, Chris (👀), ooh Withera

Buttercup — Vantè

Daffodil — Johnny boy, Helix, Vesker

Violet — Helodite

hehehe >:3

Lily:

Mason - Touch. Absolutely touch. Mason constantly needs to have his hands on you at all times. From the moment you see him to the moment you leave he will always be touching you. Tracing little circles on your hip, resting his hand on your lower back, keeping an arm wrapped tightly around your waist when passing through an area he knows is more prone to malicious activity. Anywhere and always.

Chris - Gifts. He constantly just gives you things. Even if they’re expensive (because, in truth, he could just summon it). If not then it’s absolutely service, doing little things around the house or running errands for you.

Withera - Withera isn’t very good at displaying feelings. But when she does it’s usually in little love letters or cooking something for you to find on the bench when you wake up. She’s really reserved but she does love you.

Buttercup: Vanté has this really subtle habit of just biting the side of his tongue when he’s thinking. He’s still not sure why. And never hard enough to do any damage (even though it doesn’t matter because he would just regenerate it anyway) but still just. A little nom.

Daffodil:

Johnathon - Absolutely. Without question. Johnno is probably the most likeable OC I have. He’s just so sweet and considerate, like. Do you really believe this man would ever intentionally hurt someone? Me neither.

Helix - Oh, absolutely not. His coworkers all fucking hate his guts, and the only thing stopping the specialists from killing him is their agreement. He’s cold and uncaring. He’ll do your fucking head in because ehe’s just so annoying and you will want to punch him in the face.

Vesker - Mixed feelings? He gets along well with his coworkers, but otherwise he’s usually pretty feared by people. And for good reason, too.

Violet: Cattleya Baudelaire’s sub VA, but like... more soft spoken.

[halcyoncyrus]

3 episodes in and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure knowing johnny doesn't appear until episode 6 (for like 5 seconds) and then not again until episode 8 grrrrrr

I'm about to rewatch Sweet Tooth I promise to be soooo normal about the character

[jungsungchans]

the more you know...

[patd--phan]

The tag is sending me

Chris Evans as Johnny Storm in Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer (2007)