#miss snapper | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

saudad3 · 1 day ago

Text

Daddy was a rolling stone

Smoke x Reader Word Count: 1,908 Summary: Baby Daddy! Smoke returns to the Mississippi Delta with two things hot on his mind -- his woman and his baby. Let's just say, all he was met with was a purse to the face. Genre: two parts angst, one part fluff!! enjoy

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

“I hope you rot in hell, Elijah Moore,” you spat in the man’s direction before turning on your heels and beelining it out of the bustling grocery store. Your face was hot with embarrassment as you made an honest attempt to compose yourself, smoothing over your white church dress and gripping your purse in front of your thighs.

Here you were, thinking that after listening to your daddy’s sermon at church this morning, you’d simply stop in town to pick up some additional ingredients for Sunday dinner – red snapper for daddy, some collard greens for you, and cornmeal for your mama’s famous cornbread.

Sunday was your favorite day of the week. The house was filled with the busy chatter of aunts and uncles, siblings and cousins playing in the yard, and your mama yelling at them to “quit that rough playin’!” through the kitchen window. On these occasions, you could be seen in the living room with your sisters and girl cousins gushing and cooing over your one-year-old baby girl, Elisabeth.

Unbeknownst to you, you would be thrown off course when met face to face with the father of your baby girl, whom you had presumed dead sixteen months ago – Elijah “Smoke” Moore.

Ever unchanging, Smoke’s serious aura and towering figure announced himself to the market before his low, southern drawl could. Everywhere Smoke walked, he turned heads in fear. Murmurs of infamous heists and crimes follow closely behind.

You turned your head with everybody, face heating up as your eyes met his.

You’re supposed to be dead. You thought, head whirring with a myriad of thoughts, none of them particularly kind to you. Then, came the fury.

Screw Sunday dinner.

You quickly placed the products you had stored in your basket back on the shelves before scanning the grocery store for an exit. All the while, Smoke makes his way through the crowd to you. You sped towards the glass door separating you from the outside world before stopping in your tracks at the call of your name.

“Stop runnin’ away from me.” Smoke called out to you, earning some more disapproving stares from the aunties looking over produce.

You didn’t feel bad for damning Smoke to hell. Gosh, he deserved it.

Smoke disappeared without a word two months before your pregnancy due date, making you give birth alone. You had been raising your baby girl with only the help of your family, which you were so thankful for. But nothing could cure the sting of being scorned by your former lover, who, by the looks of it, believed he could just come waltzing back into your life, demanding to play father and husband.

You think the fuck not!

When you told Smoke that you missed your menstrual for the fifth week in a row, you expected the notorious gangster to be pissed. You mustered up the courage you could to include him in your pregnancy, telling him you were gonna keep this baby regardless of whether he was in your life or not. Instead of the expected rejection, the goofiest smile you’d ever seen plastered across Smoke’s face, and he dropped to his knees, peppering the smallest kisses onto your belly.

That night, he promised you he’d be the father to his baby that his father never could be to the twins. He professed his love to you in confidence, declaring you his woman between the plush sheets of your bed.

His future wife.

And for eight months, he kept this act up. He delegated most of the dangerous, dirty work of the Smokestack twins to his baby brother Stack, freed up his schedule to wait on you hand and foot, and even asked your father for permission to propose.

Your sister giggled like a schoolgirl as she watched from between the stair bannisters. Smoke in his Sunday’s best, sat across the stern gaze of your father, adjusting his blue tie ever so often, and sweating in the cool air of the winter from nervousness. When your sister burst into your room, her infectious giggle let you know that Smoke was able to seal the deal with your father, and you two would soon be officially engaged.

Two weeks later, he was gone.

He’d booked it up to Chicago with Stack, following promises of big money and “good work.” What followed for you was a maddening silence.

Not a single letter or a telephone call throughout his absence made you convince yourself that he was dead. Maybe, he'd been caught up in the wrath of an Italian mobster from the dirty slums of Chicago. You mourned Smoke and his brother, Stack, whom you learned to love as your own. You halted your life for months, barely going outside, consumed by grief and the care of your new baby. During the nights, while your sister nursed and cared for baby Elisabeth, your mother soothed you from nightmarish visions of Smoke’s stiff body, bloody and bruised, drifting down the river.

And now, sixteen months later, he’s returned to the Mississippi Delta – alive and well. In a perfectly tailored, expensive tweed suit that fit his strong figure, and chasing you out of the market and into the hot summer sun.

“You needa stop followin’ me if you know what’s good for you Smoke.”

No one dared talk to the Smokestack twins in such a brazen manner, but you were feeling mighty bold today. Anger rumbled in your chest as you took long, brisk steps out of the town square and onto the back road that led to your family’s plot of land. Trees stretched down the sides of the dirt road for what seemed like miles before you.

“You needa stop walkin away and tell me why you runnin’ from me,” Smoke addressed you seriously, grabbing your hand and forcing you to turn his way. His face was hardened with frustration, his nostrils flared with each breath.

Before your mouth could react, your body did, and before you knew it, your white handbag connected with the side of Smoke’s temple.

“Who are you to touch me?” you shouted, landing a few more blows to Smoke's shoulder and torso. Your knuckles turned pale from how strongly you gripped your purse.

“What the fuck-” Smoke attempted to grab your hand and block you from attempting another swing, forcing you to looking up into his cold, chocolate eyes. You immediately softened and whipped your arm away from his large, calloused hands

No one attempted to harm the Smokestack brothers and got away scot free.

You licked your lips, suddenly feeling a bit bashful under the hardened gaze of your former lover, averting your eyes to anything but him.

“What are you doin’ here anyway?” you mustered out, suddenly more interested in weed across the way than the vision of your handsome ex-fiance.

“I came to see you,” He took a slow step in your direction, keeping his hands at his sides. “I’ve come home.”

“You lost your damn mind if you think you gotta home here,” you chuckled dryly, looked at him in disbelief, before attempting to move past him.

You ignored the way his familiar southern drawl ignited a certain fire within your stomach, one that ain't been tended to in months. You had to keep strong. Your baby was being raised without a loving father in her life, and you wasn’t gonna let him walk in and out of your life when he was chasing a thrill of looking for a quick fuck.

“I want to see my baby girl,” Smoke started, stopping you in your tracks once again.

“How you know she's a girl?” You whipped around, face morphed in pure confusion.

The corner of Smoke’s mouth tugged into a small smile, the glint of his gold fangs sparking in the sun. “I figured I’d pay the Rev a visit this mornin'. Had some sins I needed forgiven and whatnot.”

You cursed your father for being the pushover he was, always giving words of god to those who you don't believe deserve it. You rolled your eyes before Smoke started again.

“He told me how much I hurt you, darlin’. How you been taking care of our baby girl by yourself while I been away.” Smoke’s eyes filled with sorrow as he pulled your smaller frame into his. He breathed in your scent as if it were the only source of air for his lungs and he hugged you so tightly, you threatened to pop. You bit your lip to stop hot tears from falling from your eyes, but did not hug back. “I missed you so damn much, baby.”

Smoke was alright with that. Just as long as he had his woman in his arms again.

–

You allowed Smoke to walk you home just before the afternoon sun scorched you both. You allowed him to hold you for a few more minutes on the front porch before you invited him in. You allowed him to sit stiffly in the living room of your home, blazing under the unapproving gaze of your youngest siblings, before dismissing them to their rooms.

“Do you wanna meet her?” You asked meekly, standing at the foot of your stairs. He nodded eagerly at the question, almost stumbling to his feet. He wiped his hand on his suit pants before rushing to the stairs, careful not to ambush you.

In your bedroom, on a small cot next to your bed, lay Elisabeth, sleeping peacefully, with a blue rabbit snuggled up to her slowly rising chest. She still had on her frilly white dress from church this morning and dark, soft curls brushing over her chubby cheeks. She was a splitting image of her father in looks, but you were thankful she at least had your lips and nose.

You watched as Smoke entered the room carefully, trying his best not the make a noise or disturb the child's sleep. You bit back a laugh as he looked at you awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. This image of him was a sight to behold. Rarely was Smoke ever unsure of himself.

‘Elisabeth,” you cooed the child awake, earning a small huff from the child and her turning her back from you.

That attitude must have been from Stack.

“Elisabeth, you have a special visitor,” You laughed at your baby girl, who wiped her tired eyes and immediately attempted to bury herself in your arms, arms wrapping around your neck. “C’mon Elisabth, that’s not polite.”

Smoke stood in the entryway of the room, brimming with pride. He let you take the reins of the interaction, but you could tell he wanted so badly to hold his baby girl. You motioned him to come closer before passing Elisabeth into his arms.

God, he couldn’t contain his joy. Elisabeth practically melted into her father’s arms, letting out a small yawn. He scanned her beautiful features, imprinting them into his mind for all of eternity.

Little did you know, he had been looking forward to this day for sixteen months. 487 days passed without being able to contact his woman on account of the dangerous jobs he was taking with the Irish mob.

487 days passed with nothing to think about but what you were doing, how you felt, who you could take comfort in while he was away.

487 days passed without being able to touch and feel his beautiful baby girl and his precious wife.

“Papa’s here,” Smoke whispered into your daughter’s ear. “Don't worry. Papa’s here.”

You felt a beat in your chest of satisfaction, maybe something a bit sweeter than that. You touched your cheeks as hot, slow tears escaped the corners of your eyes and rolled down your cheeks.

You allowed Smoke to stay for dinner that night, allowing him to hold her baby girl for hours without end. Maybe, after the sun went down, he would have the chance to hold you as well.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

Hello guys! Had this idea all weekend and wrote some paragraphs down whilst I was on a weekend trip. Saw sinners again, and gosh, do I love the twins. Anywhosits, this was supposed to be a drabble, but ended up almost 2000 words, so hope you enjoy! Also, if you have any fic ideas or wanna talk about sinners, my inbox is open bbies.

#sinners movie #sinners #sinners fanfiction #sinners au #smoke sinners #smoke #smoke au #smoke x annie #smoke x reader #elijah moore #elias moore #remmick #fanfiction #babydaddy! smoke

421 notes · View notes

narraboths · 2 years ago

Text

“You got anything to tell me about yesterday’s interview, Ponytail?”

Being cornered by one’s editor is rarely a good sign. Being cornered by a harried Snapper Carr one month into her tenure as a rookie reporter would be enough to give others nightmares for a month. Maybe ulcers. Kara, though, she’s been having a great week, and she’s not about to let anyone ruin it.

“Nope.” She pops the p a little. Something about Snapper’s moroseness always pushes her to be spitefully chipper.

“Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“Not at all.”

“Hm.” Snapper nurses the thought with that dour, toothachey look that Kara’s come to learn is directed at her just as much as it is a sign of his general displeasure with the world. He pulls out his phone, jabbing at the screen. “So do you mind explaining to me why my cub reporter is on the front page of every gossip rag from here to Metropolis as the Mystery Blonde Caught in Luthor’s Web?”

That can’t be right is immediately the tip of Kara’s tongue but it freezes there, along with the incredulous laugh threatening to burst out of her, because Snapper is shoving his phone in her face and–

“It’s not what it looks like,” she blurts out, instinctively, then winces at her own choice of words. Great save. “I was just being considerate.”

It’s true, really. She was only holding the door open for Lena as they left L-Corp (Lena was on the move the whole day, they did half of the interview in the back of her Range Rover, flitting between offices), and it only happened that Lena’s hand fell to her forearm, a completely innocent gesture, as innocent as Lena’s smile, as the way she swayed a little closer, saying thank you as she strode by. And sure, Kara may have felt mesmerized for a single, fleeting moment, suddenly so deeply flustered by the gentle weight of Lena’s hand that she almost cracked the door handle in two, but who wouldn’t? Lena Luthor just has a remarkable presence. Why are they letting paparazzi camp out at the L-Corp doorstep, anyways?

“I’ve never seen Luthor that affectionate with anyone.” Snapper eyes Kara suspiciously, his face screaming why you of all people, bumbling rookie who can barely even spell?. “I’ve never seen any of the Luthors affectionate with anyone at all.”

“Guess it’s just my natural charm, sir.” Kara flashes the most annoyingly innocent smile she can, then squares her shoulders. “Did you actually read my article?”

There’s a beat of silence, Snapper staring daggers at her. Then finally, finally, he lets out an annoyed huff.

“Of course I read it. It’s going out first thing tomorrow.” He pockets his phone, then rubs his face with a tired motion. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“You got it, boss.”

It happens again.

It happens again a bunch, really. (Kara at the L-Corp gala, at Lena’s table, the two of them in lively conversation, shoulders pressed together – she was telling me about L-Corp’s new green energy initiative, sir –, the fond smile and almost-teasing tone when Lena calls “yes, Miss Danvers?” at her press conference – she’s just nice! It’s not a crime! –, the candid of them on the CatCo balcony when Lena’s in house for her cover shoot, Kara gesturing excitedly and Lena leaning against the railing, hanging onto every word, a jacket two sizes too big wrapped around her shoulders – you know it gets cold out there. At least there’s no photos of her wrapping the jacket around Lena, their hands brushing together, the faint blush along the lines of Lena’s throat. That’d probably look pretty suspicious.) Snapper’s face takes on increasingly vivid shades of purplish red.

“Do we need to go over the meaning of journalistic integrity again, Danvers?”

Kara decides to take graduating from “Ponytail” as a win.

“We’re not– it’s not anything untoward,” she shoots back, arms crossed, only slightly blushing. In anger, certainly. “I’m doing my job. I grilled her on L-Corp still holding a contract with the government for anti-alien defense systems that Lex negotiated, just last week. There’s footage.”

“Yeah,” Snapper grinds his teeth so vehemently that Kara’s afraid he might crack a crown. “Footage of her hugging you in the hallway afterwards, too. What the hell were you doing?”

“She just thanked me, sir.” The vein on Snapper’s neck looks ready to burst. Kara makes a mental note to recommend meditation at a less belligerent time. “She said my question made it possible for her to make a public stance and really send a message.”

Snapper looks like he’s nearing an aneurysm.

“Hell, Danvers, that sounds even worse!”

It sounded pretty great, actually, Kara thinks, after the borderline unprofessional row they had in Lena’s office when Kara first broached the subject. It felt pretty great, too, not just Lena’s declaration, her renewed commitment to reject everything Lex and Lillian stand for, but the warmth of Lena’s pressed against her, her lips brushing against Kara’s cheek, the low murmur of “you’re such a wonderful friend” in her ear that gave her such a strange shiver. At least that much thankfully escaped the prying eyes and cameras.

“Either I don’t go near her, or CatCo continues to have the leading stories on one of National City’s most high-profile citizens.” She gives Snapper the steeliest look she can muster without letting her heat vision flare up. “And my covers are currently bringing in our biggest numbers. Sir.”

Snapper grinds his teeth again, but his shoulders sag just a touch, and Kara knows she’s won this round.

“You’re on thin ice, Danvers. Back to your desk.”

Kara complies with a grin and a thumbs up, and decides to take a break half an hour later, when Alex forwards her an article titled Bosom Buddies: Lena Luthor Out And About With CatCo Gal Pal with a subtle mix of skull, knife, and eyeroll emojis. She does save one of the photos, though, the one where Lena’s head’s thrown back in adorable, delightful laughter.

“Can you explain this one, Danvers?”

Snapper doesn’t look angry this time. No, he’s strangely calm, somewhat elated, even, slamming a whole bundle of newspapers down on her desk, jolting Kara out of her reverie. Half of them are National City publications, Kara vaguely notes, but there’s Metropolis and Gotham and Central City in the mix, too, as if it was the story of the century. Must be a slow news day.

“Of course, sir. I think the proper term is ‘first date’?”

To her greatest surprise, Snapper barks out a laugh, loud and gruff.

“You’re now barred from any future reporting on the Luthors or L-Corp,” he tells her, not without a touch of satisfaction. If Kara hadn’t been walking on sunshine for the past thirteen hours, twenty-eight minutes and forty-one seconds, since the first tentative press of Lena’s lips against her own, she might’ve felt a bit miffed. “Cat Grant’s setting aside a little time later in the afternoon to chew you out personally.”

Kara nods happily along. Withering tones and grim disapproval, the usual spiel, as if anything could dull that buzzing, electrifying feeling coursing through her body since last night, the weightless, feverish joy that grips her every time she thinks of Lena’s last text and everything can’t wait to see you again tonight could possibly entail.

“Yessir.”

“Congratulations, Danvers.” Snapper raps his knuckles against her desk. “Let’s spare each other the heartburn from now on.”

(Kara shows up with a hickey on her neck and the headlines of Lena Luthor Packs PDA With New Girlfriend the next day. Snapper refuses to look her in the eyes for the rest of the week.)

#supercorp #supercorp fic #my fic

1K notes · View notes

rikosseen · 2 months ago

Text

Taehoon Seong x Reader: Beach

Had to redo this three times because it wouldn’t save as a draft 💔 | Anon request | Rushed

“Is someone angwy?” Hobin pouts.

“Awwww, angy wangy Tae Tae,” Snapper follows up.

“Shut the fuck up and stop following me,” Taehoon sneers, nose flexed in frustration.

“But we’re going in the same direction—,” Mangi points out.

“Then stay twenty metres back, you asshats!”

As Hobin guffaws and chokes on air, Taehoon races ahead in an attempt to arrive at the station earlier. He’s not eager. There’s no reason for him to be. He’s just glad that an opportunity to relax has finally come. Even if he has to put up with the annoying bastards from the company.

Feet scamper behind him as Snapper and Hobin continue to make mocking-kissing noises.

“Does Tae Tae miss his baybee? Poor Tae Tae gwonna cwyy.”

Before flying kicks can be thrown, a voice calls out his name in full.

“Taehoon! Taehoon, we’re over here!” you yell, honeyed and just so sweet.

Taehoon gulps, searches for your face, and flushes when he pinpoints where you are. He speeds up a little, strides a little longer to appear less chalant. Maybe he is eager.

Just a little.

And just for you.

But look at you. Who wouldn’t be? Acting all excited upon seeing him. Makes the man’s already inflated ego boost even more.

Shit, he thinks, hands getting sweaty.

“You made it,” you beam, embracing him in a tight hug when he gets close.

Taehoon hums in suppressed restraint as he returns your gesture by kissing the top of your head. You smell like bliss to him, and the man can’t help but lean into you.

“Get a fucking room,” Gyeoul scoffs.

“Kids these days have no decency…” Gaeul shakes her head.

A glare shoots at them from your lover as the train halts to a stop.

“Taehoon? Come on, we’re here.”

Taehoon grunts awake as he wipes the little drool threatening to slide down his mouth, and looks at you with one eye open. Groggy and disheveled. Did he sleep well last night?

“Quickly, we have to go,” you smile, pulling him up and getting out of the train.

“Where are the bastards?” Taehoon asks, voice grumpy.

“Up ahead. Let’s hurry and catch up!”

He huffs at this and clicks his tongue in annoyance. But even then, he lets his arm be dragged by you, a lopsided grin twitching to stay on his face.

Upon arriving at the beach and setting up the picnic mats, everyone takes a moment to admire the scenery in front of them.

“It’s so beautiful—”

“Ugly,” Taehoon cuts Gaeul off.

“Don’t be so pessimistic,” you hiss, slapping him on the back.

He sniffs and scowls from the blaring sun.

Today was a hot day. But nonetheless, the ocean made a call to everyone— a call that was answered because Hobin and Snapper were already chicken running toward the water.

“Let’s go get ice cream,” you feel someone tug at your shirt, and turn around to see your lover with the other hand in his pocket.

“Why’re you wearing a hoodie in this weather?” you tease, taking his hand and lacing it with yours.

“Too much effort to take off,” he grunts.

“Want me to help?”

Taehoon doesn’t know if there’s innocence backing your words. And even if that were the case, he certainly didn’t take it in the way you probably intended.

“Pervert,” his eyebrows knit together before walking in front of you.

“Wha—?” and then you pause, taking what you said in a different context. “You weirdo, that’s not what I meant!”

“Sure it wasn’t!” he shouts back, actually taking off his hoodie this time. “Should I take off my shirt too? Strip naked altogether?”

“No!” you rush to keep his hands from doing just that. “Stop it or get ice cream yourself!”

Taehoon cocks one eyebrow up before throwing you over his shoulders.

“You’re a little fucking manipulator, aren’t you? Put on clothes, take off clothes. Get ice cream. Don’t get ice cream.”

“Taehoon—”

“Indecisive rat,” he mocks.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #x reader #taehoon seong #taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #how to fight x reader #how to fight #viral hit x reader #viral hit taehoon

132 notes · View notes

bluepeachstudios · 7 months ago

Note

I love that Ghost has his own Extended Universe.

There are so many Ghost aus I can make every major arcana card a different version of Ghost.

I LIED I am still missing Wheel of Fortune, Star, and Chariot.

Zero is a crossover with @alicat54cwriting's Empathy is Learned au

Parry is a crossover with @alicat54cwriting's A Different Eldest Brother au

Rat AU Ghost is a crossover of @scatterbrainedbot's tmnt rat au

Banshee is the crossover from @melonpalooza's The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin

Snapper Lou Nini is a crossover with @kittynomore's Snapper Lou au

TEB Nini is a crossover of @debb987's The Eldest Brother au

Gigi is a crossover of @bluesgras's Ronin au

Roadtrip AU Ghost is a crossover with @phykoha's Lone Survivor au

Dragon in the Woods Dawn is another different crossover with @alicat54cwriting's Empathy is Learned au

... I think that's all the crossovers... If I missed one I apologize I have chronic brain fog 🫡

#asks #gits adjacent

152 notes · View notes

deadchannelradio · 1 month ago

Text

its been so long since i assigned fictional characters horses hold on i can do this i still have the muscles…. Let me flex REALLY HARD…

i do need jason on a horse i do. I dont believe in his ability to survive outside of a city but that writer has me THIBKING ABOUT IT!!!!!! He should have a terrible ugly little red mare who bites…

#Carpenters mare named snapper and faulkners pony named shrimp… i miss them

51 notes · View notes

arcane-vagabond · 3 months ago

Text

We Abide: Chapter Two

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: It had started out as a small outbreak, but as weeks passed, it was clear there was no turning back. The disease spread quickly, and those who caught it and were unlucky enough to survive? Their minds were no longer their own, driven to hunting what was left of humanity. Your friend had gone West to help aid in recovery efforts before the world stopped, and now you found yourself trekking across the country to try and find her. You were fine on your own, only the company of your dog to help keep you sane, but your reputation catches up with you when a cocky man decides to tag along. (Apocalypse!AU)

Content Warning: General awkwardness between Tyler and reader, Exposition on Tyler, Reader takes a bath, Reminiscing on the past, Reader acknowledges the changes in her body (weight loss, muscle gain, scars, etc.), General worries. I think that's it, but PLEASE let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: ~3.3k

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist || Moodboard 1 || Moodboard 2 || Playlist

The chairs scraped along the wooden floor as you, Bill, and Tyler all moved to stand. Cathy eyed the windows at the front of the cafe as the light creeped out, leaving shadows crawling in its wake. A frown marred her face as she grabbed the dishes from off the table, walking briskly back towards the kitchen. Bill hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his pants, watching after her with a thoughtful expression on his face. He hefted out a sigh before turning to look at you.

“Y’all should go on ahead while there’s still some light out,” he sniffed, eyes flickering back towards the kitchen. “Those streetlights won’t stay on forever.”

“You going to be okay?” You asked, frowning slightly. The lights kept the snappers at bay, the Exodus Virus causing light sensitivity within its victims, but if provoked or hungry enough, they were more likely to engage.

Bill nodded, waving the two of you off.

“We’ll be fine,” he assured you. “Jus’ worry about yourselves for right now. Cathy and I’ll be on our way shortly.”

You nodded, grabbing your backpack and sliding it on over your shoulders. Mars whined at your feet, ears back and heavy pants letting you know that he was feeling anxious. You patted his head gently, lips pulling tight in an attempt to smile, though you’re sure it came across as more of a grimace.

Tyler waited patiently for you to get your things, green eyes studying you still as you walked to catch up to where he already stood by the door.

“No funny business, you hear me?” Bill warned once more, eyeing Tyler with a stern expression. Tyler let out a harsh breath as he scowled at the older man, cheeks tinged pink.

“Old man catches you in the barn loft one time,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two before starting as Tyler pushed the cafe door open, the hinges creaking slightly as the door stuck for a brief moment.

The cool, summer night washed over you, making you feel exposed despite the close cropping of buildings that surrounded you. A breeze gusted around you, stirring the leaves of the bushes and trees that now rustled in the wind. You shivered slightly, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cool air kissed your warm skin.

“Come on,” Tyler urged, gesturing for you to follow him. “I’m just down the road.”

You walked close behind him, eyes flickering in a habit formed from your days on the road. The familiar sounds of bullfrogs and crickets graced your ears, and you found yourself longing for the summers of your childhood when you and Kate would run around outside catching as many fireflies as you could.

You tensed, arm reaching back to grab the handle of your hatchet as a twig snapped off towards your right. Tyler stopped, standing a little straighter as he took a half step in front of you, shielding your smaller form with his arm like he might push you back at the first sign of real danger.

The both of you relaxed as a rabbit hopped out from behind one of the bushes, its little nose twitching as it tasted the air. Tyler let out a curse as he dropped his arm, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair.

Your heart pattered in your chest as you almost bounced behind the man in front of you, staying alert but willing yourself to calm down. The streetlights flickered all around you, threatening total darkness.

Tyler pushed through the gate and into the yard of a modest, white one-story home. The grass was slightly overgrown and the walk leading up to the front door was cracked, but it wasn’t much different from the other houses that lined the vacant street. Tyler led you up the steps, the screen door creaking as he opened it and pushed inside the main door, holding it open for both you and Mars as you stepped through the threshold cautiously.

It was dark, but you could make out the silhouettes of various pieces of furniture. Tyler closed the door behind you, doing up the latch before stepping around you and further into the house.

“Just let me…” he trailed off, opening up the drawer of the console table that sat against the wall and pulling out a box of matches. He struck one, the tiny flame casting a halo of warmth in the room, and your eyes wandered to take in the decor.

Tyler began lighting various lanterns that sat strewn about on different surfaces as you wandered aimlessly. Several different paintings hung on the walls, mostly landscapes, and the different angel figurines caught your eye as you allowed yourself to run your fingers over them. Movement from the corner of your eye drew your attention away, and you turned to see Tyler watching you already.

“Didn’t take you for the old lady decor type,” you commented, a slight raise of your brow. He grimaced, eyes flickering down to the floor.

“I’m not,” he said, green eyes now looking at the figurine your fingers still lingered on. “This is my aunt’s place.”

There was a pause.

“Was…my aunt’s place,” he amended. Your fingers dropped back to your side as you frowned at him, a pang of guilt resounding in your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I shouldn’t have-”

“No, don’t,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “No need to be sorry. She was gone long before the rest of the world went to shit. I’ve just never gotten out of the habit of calling it hers even if she left it to me.”

“You must have really loved her.”

He said nothing for a moment, jaw clenching and unclenching as he thought over his words. He slumped against the door frame, crossing his arms as he looked back at you with an intense expression.

“I did,” he nodded, sniffing slightly. “I still do. This was like a second home to me growing up. She didn’t have any kids of her own, but she treated me like hers. When she got sick, it was only right that I come out here and take care of her.”

“You didn’t grow up here?” You asked. He snorted, shaking his head.

��No. I grew up just outside of Fayetteville with my folks. Spent my summers here, though,” he smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He pushed off the door, swiping a hand over his mouth as he took a step towards you.

“You’ve got to be tired,” he hummed, eyeing you up and down. “Showers don’t work anymore, but I’ve still got some rain water from last week’s storm that you can use to wash up. It’s not fancy or anything, but I’ve got a tub you can use.”

You gave him a small smile, suddenly overly aware of the dirt and various other grime that clung to your skin.

“A bath would be nice, actually,” you told him, nodding. His cheeks tinged pink as he glanced away.

“I won’t look or nothing,” he muttered, shuffling on his feet, looking anywhere but at you. “I’m not a total degenerate, despite what Bill would have you think.”

“Right,” you hummed. “What’s that all about, anyway?”

Tyler rolled his eyes, a scowl already in place as he walked down the hall. You followed close behind, nearly running into another console table as he turned into another room.

“The old man caught me in the loft of his sister’s barn with his niece back when I was sixteen,” he explained, moving to strike another match. You watched as he lit the lanterns, revealing a modest bedroom with a four power bed pressed up to the side. Tyler shook the match out, tossing it onto the wooden dresser before pulling open one of the drawers. He rummaged through for a moment before pulling out a large, white t-shirt. He inspected it with a wrinkle in his brows before presenting it to you.

“This should work for tonight,” he nodded. “We can get you something that actually fits tomorrow.”

You took the shirt from him gingerly, holding the soft fabric in both hands as you nodded back at him.

“Thank you,” you murmured. Tyler stared at you, something in his eyes softening slightly before he blinked. He cleared his throat, walking around you once more and back into the hall.

“I’ll have to grab the water,” he explained, boots knocking against the hardwood as he stepped towards the kitchen. “It’s out in the garage. There’s towels in the bathroom cupboard. First door on your left.”

He didn’t wait for you to respond before he walked through a door off to the side, the hinges creaking after him and leaving you in silence.

The water was cool, but not unpleasant against your skin. You had grown used to a life without hot showers, even a life without consistent bathing. You had hated it at first, but it had become a luxury after everything had shut down, and now you took whatever you could get, especially if it wasn’t a stream or river.

Tyler had used a bucket to bring the water in, the contents spilling every so often if he jostled it too much, but after a few trips back and forth, the tub had been filled enough for you to submerge yourself.

“I’ll be out in the living room” he told you, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. “Just holler if you need anything, okay? I promise I won’t come lookin’.”

You bit back a laugh as you watched him.

“I know you won’t,” you nodded. “Mars will make sure of it.”

The dog in question perked up at the sound of his name, tail wagging slightly as he stood guard by the door. Tyler shifted on his feet, earning a low, warning growl from the beast. His eyes widened a fraction before taking a half step back.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, holding his hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t tryin’ anything.”

You chuckled at the memory, sliding further down against the porcelain as you let your muscles unwind. You had already cleaned yourself with the bar of soap Tyler had provided you.

“Locally made using the milk from Marie’s goats!” He had grinned. The slight scent of lavender had served to soothe you, another luxury you didn’t come across often. You had always loved scented soaps amongst other things back before the world had ended. Kate often teased you about your overflowing cupboards and totes.

“You know, you should use some of them before you go and buy more,” she would often tease. You would wave her off with a scowl or roll of your eyes. The thought made your heart clench in your chest, and you let out a wistful sigh as you remembered the spa days the two of you would hold on random weekends. Face masks and nail polish would litter your counters, fresh boxes of takeout sitting on the coffee table as the two of you binged whatever reality TV show had piqued your fancy at the time.

The echoes of laughter filled your ears, and for a moment you were back in those moments. Cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, breathless laughter as you doubled over in desperate wheezes, and the warmth of home settling in around you.

You opened your eyes to stare at the dark ceiling, the candles around you flickering and creating a show of light that you watched for a moment.

What if you didn’t find her?

You shook your head, sinking down far enough that the water now covered your nose. Not finding Kate wasn’t an option. You would find her, and the two of you would spend your summer nights eating ice cream and talking about boys once again. You couldn’t give up on that hope.

You blew air out of your nose, watching as it bubbled to the surface. Heaving a sigh, you planted your hands on the side of the tub, lifting yourself up out of the water. Drops cascaded down your body, and you turned to look in the mirror that was placed off to the side.

You were leaner than you had been this time last year, fat giving way to muscle from the long miles of your journey cross country. It had been a while since you had really looked at yourself or given your appearance much thought, and you found yourself missing the softness your body once had. You had hardened in other ways too, the litany of scars scattered across your body a testament to the roughness of the road you traveled the past year and a half.

The early days had not been easy for you, often having to cut your days short from how unused to the physical exertion you were currently undergoing. Your muscles had ached and screamed at you, begging you to take longer breaks, but you had pushed through until your body had finally given out.

That had been in the early, early days before you had found Mars, and you had camped out in an abandoned house for a couple of days, barely able to walk the couple of feet to relieve yourself and cook up some food. You had trekked on once you recovered enough to walk without too much issue again, and slowly the journey had become easier for you. Your clothes had begun to grow looser on you, and eventually you had stopped at an old department store to find some new ones. To this day, it till felt wrong to take what you needed without payment, walking out of the stores without leaving money behind though there was no one there to reprimand you.

You turned away from the mirror, mind wandering to how you would go about finding something to barter with for more supplies. You wondered if Tyler had a rifle or bow and arrow lying around that you could use to hunt. You’d be surprised if he didn’t given how prevalent the act of hunting was even before the world had gone to shit. You made a mental note to ask him.

You had never been a big hunter growing up, preferring to handle the animals on the farm and leaving the hunting to your cousins. You knew the basics, of course, having grown up in the rural Midwest, but it had still taken you some time to get the hang of it again once you were out on the road. You supposed you could trade some of the trinkets you had come across in Branson if you really needed to.

The towel was surprisingly soft against your skin, and for a moment you allowed yourself to think that you were back home in your apartment in New York, drying off after a long day at work and Kate already on her way home with food for the both of you.

Mars let out a quiet woof that snapped you out of your daydream, and you hurriedly finished wiping yourself down before slipping on the t-shirt and boxer combo that Tyler had left you. You hung the towel up on the rack before quietly opening the door to the hallway, peering out from behind the door.

Light still flickered from the lanterns, casting shadows along the wall. Mars laid in front of the door, ears on alert as he stared down the hall. You opened the door a little wider to poke your head out, startling as a figure emerged from down the hall and letting out a quiet yelp.

“Jesus!” Tyler exclaimed, putting a hand up as the other gripped his chest, a look of surprise on his handsome face. It took him a moment before he realized that he was looking at you, instantly relaxing as he drew closer.

“You scared me,” you scowled, wrapping your arms around yourself. The corners of his mouth twitched into a threat of a smile, only stopping as your scowl turned into a full on glare.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, hands in his pockets. “Didn’t mean to. I was just getting the guest room ready for you.”

Your eyes peeled away to look down the hall at the door he had just appeared out of. Your irritation melted away almost instantly.

“Oh,” you murmured, shifting on your feet. “Um, thank you.”

“No problem,” he nodded. “I’ll warn you, though. It’s a little musty. Haven’t really had a reason to use it in a while, you know?”

“I suppose not,” you agreed.

The two of you stood in awkward silence, unsure of what to say to one another. It wasn’t until Mars let out a hefty sigh at your feet that either of you moved. Tyler let out a cough before giving you a sheepish smile, looking at you from beneath his long lashes.

“You must be tired,” he offered. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, stepping out of the doorway and into the hall.

“I’ll, uh,” he grunted, waving off down the hall, “I’ll get everything close up. If you need me, my door is just across the hall from yours.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, nodding and pursing your lips as the silence threatened to slip into unbearable awkwardness once more. Tyler studied you for a moment more before turning and walking down the hall, his silhouette fading into the inky black as he began to put out the lights. You lingered a second more before padding down the hall, Mars at your heel.

The door closed with a click as you pressed your forehead against the cool wood before heaving out a sigh and turning around. Tyler had left a lantern lit for you, giving off a warm, orange glow to the dated looking decor. He was right, there was a slight musty smell to the room, but you were in no position to complain. It was obvious he tried to keep the place clean, probably more out of habit than for being prepared to have any guests in the house. You wandered further into the room, taking in the floral comforter that laid on the bed, already sweating at the thought of being cocooned in the fabric with no air conditioning. You stripped the bed of the thick layer, reluctantly keeping the thin sheet on the bed. You had never been able to sleep without something covering you, no matter how hot it got.

You paused as you heard the floor creak out in the hall, a pause outside your door. You waited with bated breath before Tyler moved again, the sound of his own door closing across the hall. You doubted the man would try anything, even so, you placed your hatchet on the nightstand, slowly sitting on the edge of the mattress.

The sigh left your lips before you could stop it, the soft bed beckoning you to lay down and get some much needed rest. You’d only walked one day between Beaver Lake and Branson, but still your body was weary from the day’s heat. Mars hopped up on the bed with a wag of his tail, nose nudging you as you lifted your feet and drew the thin sheet over you. You leaned up to blow the lantern out, washing the room in darkness, only the moonlight filtering in through the curtains on the far side of the wall. Your eyes closed as soon as your head hit the pillow, plans for the next day filtering through your head until quickly and all at once, your mind drifted into unconsciousness.

A/N: I’m so tired, y’all….

As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. I no longer do taglists, so if you would like to be notified on when I post, please follow my sideblog ( @arcanevagabond-library ) and turn on post notifications! You can find me and my works on AO3 under the username arcane_vagabond. Until next time!

#wa #we abide #tyler owens #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens x you #tyler owens x y/n #tyler owens fic #tyler owens fanfic #tyler owens fanfiction #tyler owens imagine #twisters fanfic #twisters x reader

77 notes · View notes

flygefisk · 3 months ago

Text

don't have the energy for more than these rn but! remy & lux!

remy (pitbull/snapper, he/him, full name remedy) is a retired gladiator. he fought his way out and was granted enough money to purchase a piece of land far, far away from the city where he was imprisoned. he built a farm on that land, where he grows his favorite fruits & vegetables & raises a small hive of giant bees and a few giant spiders. he only has to interact with others once a week when he sets up at the town's market.

remy is gruff, hard-working, and has absolutely no respect for authority. he's ultimately a pretty sweet guy, gentle & generous- the little old ladies in town adore him.

lux (deer/unicorn hybrid/imperial, he/they?, full name luxury) is a prince in hiding. his mother, the queen, was horrible, both to her country and her family. after her assassination, his family began receiving more frequent and vicious threats from both her allies and enemies (mostly the allies). so his eldest sister decided the heirs would be safer elsewhere. she placed lux with remy for two reasons: one, he's about as far as you can get from the capitol while still in the kingdom, and two, he hated the queen, so he'd have no reason to work with any loyalists who may come sniffing around.

lux acts like a spoiled little party boy (not entirely untrue) to hide his crippling self-loathing. he was a disappointment in every way to his mother, which is something he's quite proud of, but worries the few he respects feel the same. haughty, self-centered, and deeply rebellious- he in fact assisted those responsible for the queen's death.

remy only agreed to take lux in for the generous pay packet and the promise that lux would work to earn his keep. lux was… less than enthused about this arrangement. him, work? in the dirt?? get mud on his clothes?? in his hair???

some fun (?) facts about them:

remy is a trans man. he'd lived as a boy since early childhood, but didn't really choose his name til he escaped the ring- remedy to represent healing and commitment to a peaceful life after so much violence. he escaped at 24, and is 28 when lux arrives.

remy had a rough start. homeless orphan living with a group of small time criminals, then the king died and the queen instituted a crueler guard force and awful punishments. he got arrested one too many times, and the new sentence for repeat offenders was gladiatorial combat. he was seventeen.

remy has 1 (one) tiddy. he'll tell you the story- bitten off by a chimera! or maybe burned away by a dragon. or popped off by a kraken? the real story is honestly just as dramatic- it happened in the ring. an opponent chopped through it, remy made the final slice and dared them to do the other. they did not. they also did not leave that fight alive.

remy is also missing a pinky finger and most of his ears and tail, all taken as punishments by the ring guards. they docked his ears for insinuating he'd fucked a nobleman's wife (he hadn't, but did after that). they took his pinky for saying a visiting duke liked it up the ass (he had, in fact, greatly enjoyed remy's visit). and his tail... was for mooning the queen.

remy raises bees for honey & eggs, and spiders for silk. the bees are large chicken/smallish turkey sized, and the spiders range from large dog to cow sized depending on breed. he also has a mantis who herds the spiders & guards the bees at night. he makes mead with the honey and sells/trades the silk to a weaver in town- she once made him a very very cozy blanket as a thank-you.

lux wasn't really given a chance to be anything but cishet growing up, and little changed as an adult, given the expectations placed on royalty. in the peace of the countryside, he starts questioning that. grows out his hair, tries on skirts. he never really picks a label or even pronouns- any are ok. he's 26 when he arrives at remy's door.

lux's father was the unicorn, his mother the deer. his father died when lux was ~10 (supposedly of heart disease, which is unheard of in unicorns- most now believe the queen poisoned him to become the sole leader). he was a much better ruler than his wife, and the country took a nosedive after she took power. lux misses him very much.

lux looks more like his mother, which he hates- he inherited his father's long tail and silky hair, but only a teeny horn on his forehead. his eldest sister beauty is their father's spitting image, and his older brother treasure inherited his glittering coat. (lux never grew out of his big ol' fawn/foal ears)

lux's mother named all her children things she wanted them to embody (from oldest to youngest: beauty, marvel, treasure, luxury, splendor), not because she wanted them to be happy, but to show them off. she treated them less like children and more like trophies. she was especially proud of lux's antlers, they grew in early and elegant- he chopped them off and they never grew back properly. he still cuts them back every season.

lux does grow to love farm life. he misses some of his home, of course, and goes back every so often once things settle, but he'd rather stay with remy. he loves the bees, and especially loves mulberry, the herding mantis (she's very spoiled for a working bug)

these guys actually started as d&d npcs several years ago- they were a half-orc and a high elf, but otherwise pretty similar. i forget the whole story, but i remember remy crit during a fight and killed an enemy with a carrot lmao

#flight rising #sort of #lov using fr to revive ocs lmao #gotta make monster mafia ones next hmm

69 notes · View notes

amphitriteswife · 5 months ago

Text

Loser

Source: how to fight/ viral hit

Pairing: Taehoon seong x reader

Warnings: love hate Taehoon, reader does taekwondo. Taehoon’s also kind of a bully but you are already his gf

Summary: you had a argument with Taehoon a week before

Walking out of the front door, you were met with a quite different sight. Hobin and Snapper were standing in front of your door. A bouquet of roses was pushed into your face. ‘From master Seong!’ Hobin said quite loudly, keeping his head down, probably by Taehoon’s order. ‘He’s refusing the teach Hobin taekwondo and ordered us to give you this!’ Snapper added, the camera of his phone pointing towards you. The viewers must love the drama, wouldn’t they? Most of them would either be watching the drama unfold or get angry at you for even being Taehoon’s girlfriend to begin with. Half of the people didn’t even think Taehoon would even have a girlfriend considering his personality. You took the bouquet of roses from Hobin’s hands and told them they can just stand up, which they did. Both snapper and Hobin looked rather nervous as you had always been kind to them yet now you were rather more…disappointed? Your expression made the two boys look at each other in half confusion and half worry. Taehoon hadn’t told them anything about the sudden reason you weren’t with him at the dojo. Even the viewers in the live were trying to figure it out. The bouquet of flowers were hanging loosely in yours hand, it took him a week to actually reach out and it wasn’t even himself.

In the bouquet of roses you found a card, it was light pink with a bear holding a heart that said ‘i love you’ on it. It was rather cute, but it really wasn’t something Taehoon would do. Opening the card, it was rather empty with also only three words in it. ‘I’m sorry, loser.’ You stared at the card with a blank face. Loser. He used to call you that back in the day when you were still getting bullied by him. Although his words never got to you, the reminder that he used such a word to insult you didn’t sit right with you at all. It makes you something out to be that you’re not. You’re not a loser. Not anymore. Maybe back then, but you have worked hard on yourself, both mentally and physically. He was there to witness it himself. So why would he call you that knowing that’s you disliked it? It made you angry, very angry. To the point both Hobin and Snapper already heard your teeth grating against each other and your face twisted in a sight they’d rather not see on you. Your voice was dangerous. Too dangerous that made the two boys shiver. ‘You two. Walk.’ ‘Yes ma’am!’ Both of them peeped at the same time. Hell maybe both you and Taehoon were scary.

Taehoon was practicing some of his kicks in the dojo. He felt somewhat down for not seeing you today. Normally you had lessons from him and he would always go to your place to pick you up, maybe fool around by going shopping and making photos together, after that the two of you would finally make it to the dojo and start practicing. It was only a week. yet he missed you more than he’d like to admit…it also made him very frustrated but at least he could use his kicks to vent his frustration. He’s not one to feel emotional and would rather vent it in his own destructive way. Something Hansu has noticed about his son, especially today. It made him wonder what Taehoon did this time to have him so riled up. Soon he found himself bickering to his son about his recent behavior and a rather irritated Taehoon insisting that there wasn’t anything wrong with him and that he just wanted to practice his kicks.

Mid sentence Taehoon felt something hit his face. It was soft, but the throw made it hurt more than he expected. Both Hansu and Taehoon looked at the door of the dojo to find you totally stone cold, Snapper and Hobin hiding behind your form. They have never seen someone’s be so silent yet raging at the same time, although Snapper was still streaming the whole thing which was apparently doing very good by the amount of donations. ‘What the hell?’ Taehoon asked, picking up the flowers off the dojo’s floor and holding one hand to his cheek. He didn’t seem to get your outburst at all. He sent you the roses to make you happy. Not to have you be even more mad than before. ‘If you’re going to apologize. Try to be at least civil. And do it yourself instead of sending someone, dumbass.’ Everyone including Taehoon was absolutely floored. They had not expected you to have a sharp tongue, even call THE TAEHOON a ‘dumbass.’ ‘What’s this all about?’ Taehoon walked over to you, which caused the duo behind your back to even shrink in more behind you. ‘You know how I feel. Tried to be funny or what?’ You asked him with narrowed eyes, not backing down even now that he was towering over you. There was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing at all. Taehoon realized what you were talking about and placed a hand on the back of his neck, scoffing a little before taking one of your hands and leading you out the dojo. Leaving Snapper, Hobin and Hansu rather confused by themselves.

Outside, Taehoon leaned against the building of the dojo. He was wearing a pair of slippers, his taekwondo pants and just a tank top. He was kind of sweaty from all the practicing but that did not stop him from looking at you with a scowl. ‘Apologize.’ Your stern voice made him narrow his eyes even more. You never spoke to him that way. And in all honesty, he doesn’t appreciate it. ‘For what?’ He snapped back. It was a joke. Why couldn’t you get that? It’s not like he meant it anyways! You pulled the card in front of his face. The 3 words staring back at Taehoon. He read it over and over again. In his head he tried to justify himself. It’s just a joke. You’re being sensitive. You’re just overreacting. He wanted to make it up to you, you know? His head felt like an endless tunnel of excuses that weren’t even justified. He didn’t know what to say. The silence between the two of you was rather harsh, the card still almost pressed in his face, taking up all his vision. ‘You know how I feel. So why?’ He didn’t expect your voice to sound so full of emotion. He didn’t expect you to be so sad because of a stupid, very stupid, joke he made. He felt guilty. He wanted to mess with you a little. Little bit of teasing. He knows he’s a jerk. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Sorry isn’t going to always cut it you know?’ You didn’t mean to let your emotions take over once again. It was stupid. So stupid..to be on the verge of tears from what? 3 words that didn’t even hold any meaning if it was someone else? Taehoon took the card from out your hand and hugged you, his arms wrapping around you with one pressing your head against his chest. A few soft ‘i know’-s came out of his mouth. They were genuine and soft. He didn’t mean to make you cry. You stared at the black fabric on his chest. He bullied you a lot when you first met him. He called you all sorts of names. But why was the word ‘loser’ so important? Because it was true at the time. You were a loser. But it was who you were. It made you, you. It made you happy. Even though you have now matured and also follow taekwondo from Taehoon himself. You were still a loser by society standards. You like things most would seem as geeky. Yeah. It’s true. But what did it matter? Everyone has something to say. So why not be happy while they say shit rather than being miserable and caring about what they say?…is what you always have told yourself. It’s true. It helped. But hearing or seeing the word from someone who told you he loved you was rather hurtful. Especially since he promised to never say it again when he first kissed you.

You don’t know when the waterworks started. It just happend. ‘You promised.’ Is all you could mutter to him. From those big, loud and long thought those were the only words you told him. And it didn’t went smoothly either. Taehoon bit his lip. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He didn’t mean to hurt you so bad. Not after he promised you to be better. To trust him. His hand softly rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. His chin resting on your head, softly shushing you in a comforting manner. The guilt was gnawing at him. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.’ He told you softly, trying to wipe away your tears. The redness in your eyes made him feel so incredibly nervous and guilty. He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to protect you not hurt you. His fingers rubbing against your cheek, his forehead pressed against yours. ‘Forgive me.’ He never said those words. Not even after he stopped the bullying. He knows he’s an ass. He knows it. He knows he’s at fault. He knows that all his misfortunes in life is because of him. So please, let him make it right to you. He can’t lose you too after Dowoon. He’ll protect you at all costs. He promises. His hands once again reached your side, this time you hugged him back. He can’t help but feel so relieved after you did that. He takes a few breathes and just stares at the sky for a moment before kissing your temple. ‘I forgive you.’

Thank yall for reading😋🥶🔥💯

#viral hit #how to fight #taehoon seong #viral hit taehoon #taehoon x reader #ptj universe #ptj comics #taehoon seong x reader #taehun #htf #htf taehoon #ptj #kenka dokugaku

75 notes · View notes