A/N: I couldn’t help but write something for you all before my exams start on the 11th of this month. Please wish me luck, keep me in your prayers, and let me know how you feel about this little thing I wrote in a hurry :(((
~Admin Ayu ♥
Characters: Mark x Reader x Johnny Genre: Angst, Romance. Warning: Language, Mentions of sex (idk is that a thing?) Word count: 2,896
johnny “my favorite part of murdering, is the murdering” gat, spending way too long figuring out what flowers to bring aisha, worrying that he’s gonna get her the wrong ones and piss her off even more
johnny “i dont look like i have an eight-inch cock, but i guess we’re both full of surprises” gat, finding a stray cat hiding in the mission house, and “accientally” dropping a piece of chicken on the ground
johnny “im gonna shoot satan in the face” gat, broken down and sobbing into the boss’s shoulder after aisha’s death
johnny “[tears a bolted chair out of the ground using only his legs]” gat, as a guest judge on shaundi’s dating show who “gently” reminds the contestants not to fuck with her or they’ll have to deal with him
johnny “aggressive and vengeful is fun” gat, getting really excited about the holidays and covering his house with lights and decorations, not giving a damn what people say
A/N: This is just a short something that I wrote. It was supposed to be longer, but I’m a lazy ass and I decided to just make it short.
Hate had been going around from the time Johnny and Y/N announced their relationship to the public. It had been fine at the beginning, but now it was reaching a point where she couldn’t take it any longer. She wanted to runaway from it all.
The bags she had packed sat under their bed, filled with all her things and pictures of all the memories they had created together.
It took a lot of convincing, but she finally decided to do it. If she left things would be better, right? People wouldn’t say anything, Johnny would be fine without her. Things would be alright, wouldn’t it?
But she was a little too late.
As she pulled the bags from under the bed and carried them to the living room, the door opened and Johnny walked in, with his usual smile that faded at the sight.
“Where-where are you going?” he stammered with his words, already knowing the answer to the question, but not knowing why.
Her eyes filled with tears as they met his, “I-I can’t take it any longer. I-I can’t deal with it Johnny.”
He bolted towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist, in an attempt to not let her go.
“Please don’t go. You can’t go. I won’t let you.”
His voice cracked as he spoke, not able to keep his calm any more and succumbing to the huge lump in his throat that brought out the tears he had kept at bay.
Johnny cried on rare occasion. It wasn’t something you’d expect of him, and it was almost as if he had told himself that he wouldn’t and shouldn’t. But right now he couldn’t help it.
“We can work this out. I promise. We’ll get through this.” His voice was barely audible, but she understood him perfectly.
Now was not the time. She couldn’t find it in herself to leave him like this. She would bare with it all for just a little longer, for him.