i hate you so much you sleazy bastard get away from me

Tumblr Prompt ( Taehyung * reader)

Author’s note ; I have never written taehyung fics so i thought i could start…it’s so angsty fml…. :( :)

I don’t know if i should continue this… *sighs* 

Please be sure to let me know what you thought… would you like a continuation?

Part 1/? 

Taehyung squinted into the darkness, certain that he was currently on top in the list of Fools doing incomprehensibly Foolish things.

Honestly, he had no business whatsoever to be out and about on a night like this, away from the cozy comfort of his home, looking for a girl who was probably, at this moment , in another country for all he knew. 

As far as he was concerned, you could have planned your little deception weeks ahead, months even. You had probably kept a nice little nest egg to disappear off to once you’d finished ruining his life completely. The thought of what you had done to him, to his heart, to his life blood, it made him want to destroy you.

 And yet, and yet, foolishly, stupidly the first emotion that had plagued him when he had found that you were missing was a debilitating sense of worry and loss.

He hadn’t wanted to lose you, not after having you in his arms all these years.

He felt a torrent of annoyance and self disgust at the thought. It was unfair, completely utterly unfair that he should be out in the rain looking for you when you had played him like fine tuned fiddle. Where was the justice in this?

He reached the establishment where you were supposed to be working , parked his car and got out into the rain, the unfamiliar wetness making him frown. It was freezing cold, the late January air making his breath painful. Sighing,he made his way into the door,only to be greeted by the sound of whimpers.

 Frowning, he stepped in further and froze in place.

The sight that greeted him made the blood freeze in his veins.

It was a strip club.

No. No.

It couldn’t be.

You wouldn’t.

Would you??

The thought of you working in this sleazy place made him see seventeen different shades of red and his eyes moved with practiced familiarity through the crowds, searching you out. 

Over the two years since you had left him,  he had looked for you in every crowd in every street and in every half remembered dream. Maybe that was why he picked you out at once, standing behind the bar, your eyes wide and frightened as two men loomed over you.

“Please. Just leave..I..” You said. 

One of the men put his arm around your waist drawing you close to his bulky body and Taehyung felt the blood practically boil inside his veins.

That big  disgusting brute wanted his girl.  

He wanted something that belonged to kim Taehyung

Taehyung moved quickly, years of practicing martial arts had kept his limbs nimble and flexible and in less than fifteen seconds one of the men was crawling on the ground, clutching a broken jaw while the other lay panting at his feet, Taehyung’s fingers wrapped threateningly around his throat.

“Give me one good, reason, just one , why I shouldn’t choke the life out of you bastards right now?” He hissed, the frustration of the past few months translating into violence as he lifted him up by his throat and brought him crashing back down to the floor, vindicated by the sound of his skull crashing into the hard cement.

The rage simmering just beneath his skin heightened and magnified as his eyes finally caught sight of you less than three feet from him.

He had waited so long for this.

A growl began, somewhere at the pit of his stomach and he almost wrenched the man’s arms right out of its socket as he pulled him up.

“You bastard , you dare touch what is mine??” He growled, his own voice unrecognizable as he rammed the man against the wall.  The other whimpered, clutching his bruised head and scrambling away in fear, followed by his cohorts.

 Watching them scatter like the rats that they were, Taehyung kicked the nearest barstool before turning to you.

And you felt the last bit of your strength leave you, replaced by icy cold fear. 

“Jagiya…” he whispered. 

You moved, intending to run,  but he caught you to him quickly.

“ Just try. You’re in no shape to run for it. And I wouldn’t let you get to the end of the street,  so you might as well come quietly. ”  He said calmly, giving you an ominous smile. 

You swallowed but tried to stay calm as he led you to the car.

Once you were buckled in, he turned around and stared at you. You weren’t meeting his eyes , staring straight ahead . You stayed quiet and it confused him . He expected you to scream and protest but you knew him. it would be a waste of breath. So you stayed quiet. You could find a way out of this mess somehow. You escaped him once, right? 

You could run away again. 

But clearly your behavior is confusing him. . He had been fully prepared for hysterics.

“Why are you working here? Don’t tell me you already spent all the money you made from ruining my life.” He said quietly. 

You wet your lips nervously, pink tongue darting out to trace her lips in an unconsciously erotic gesture.

“I didn’t spend the money. It’s in my apartment.” You said calmly. 

He felt his breath catch. He hadn’t realized, how much he had wanted you to deny it. to claim that you had been a victim of chance as well. That you hadn’t been involved in bringing him down. But your calm admission was hurting him so much that he had to grip the steering wheel to stop himself from gasping.

 Taking a deep breath , he started the car.

“It’s two streets down. My apartment.” You said nervously.

“We’re not going to your fucking apartment.” He snapped, turning sharply and enjoying the way you unconsciously grasped his forearm. You pulled away at once though,feeling  like you had been scalded.

“What? My clothes and…”

“I’ll buy you new ones. Now shut up and stay quiet.” He said fiercely. You opened her mouth, wanting to argue but stopped at the look on his face. You stayed quiet for a few seconds and then sighed.

“Look, I know you must hate me. I understand. But you must understand , i couldn’t stay in that place. You treated me like filth you…”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare talk about how i treated you….. . And don’t you dare say you can understand me. You and I are nothing alike . A lying, cheating coward like you could never  understand what you put me through.” his voice trembled with indignation and he fought to reign in his temper.

“You hit me!! You never wanted me… i was just a stupid object for you and i… ”

He reached over, grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you fiercely, teeth nipping your lip and tongue pushing in without restraint. You gasped, closed fists pushing against him but he was already pulling away and looking back at the road. He glanced at you, satisfied to see you frozen in fear.

“the next time you talk, when I ask you to stay quiet. this is how I’ll shut you up. Keep that in mind when you talk to me. ” He said sharply.

You don’t say another word for the rest of the drive to Seoul.

Taehyung took a deep calming breath. you were here.. He had you again. You were his. You weren’t  going anywhere.

That was all he wanted. 

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“This is your room.” Taehyung said softly, staring around at the elaborate bedroom, certain that you were going to faint any second. The past few hours had been so traumatizing, mentally that you felt like your nerves were tuned to snap any second. Trembling just a little you took in the huge four poster bed and the French Windows that opened to a view of the Seoul skyline. The view was breathtaking and you stared at it fiercely, refusing to look at him directly. He looked so damnably handsome and your body was betraying you again, going hot all over as you realized that he was staring at you. 

There was such a thing as dangerously beautiful , after all , you thought wildly. Like a tiger getting ready to pounce or an Iceberg about to bring down a ship. Taehyung looked dark and perfect in the dim lighting of the room and he stood , leaning his weight against the sidebar, his hips thrust out in a blatant show of masculine superiority. 

“You’ll be staying with me. In here. In my bed.” He said softly. 

you felt your entire body go taut with horror. 

“no.. no.. no please..” the thought of him touching you. The thought of anyone touching you…it made you break out into a cold sweat. Remnants of that fateful night still lingered in you head and every time any male had come near, your body had begun trembling and sweating without your control. 

“I can’t risk anyone else seeing you. You’ll have to remain with me. ” Taehyung said with  dismissive shrug.

you glanced around the room, you eyes resting on a small white couch.

“I could…”

“You’re sleeping with me. That’s final. ”

you threaded your fingers through your wildly tumbled hair and glanced up only to see him following the movement of your fingers. Like he wanted to run his fingers through your hair as well. Scalded by the mental picture your mind presented you with, you brought your hand down at once, twisting it in the fabric of your pale white skirt. 

“I’m sorry about what happened. i truly am…’ you began but stopped when he moved towards you, his fingers reaching for the first button of your blouse. you went still as a statue, your heart stopping. He unbuttoned two buttons and gently pulled out the small star shaped locket that hung around you neck on a thin platinum chain.

"You’re still wearing it.” Taehyung whispered and you felt your face flame in humiliation. It had been a formal, unsentimental gift from him on your twentieth birthday , which had been just a few days after your engagement to him, five years ago. 

Although he didn’t know it, it was the only pretty piece of jewelry you owned and over the years you had just stopped taking it off . 

“I..I…” you stammered feeling embarrassed and wretched.

Before you knew what was happening he yanked it sharply and you gasped as the links gave way, snapping at the face of brute force. you felt your neck burn from where the chainlink had scraped you skin and your eyes watered in despair.

you had loved that chain!!

“How could you wear that after what you did to me?” He hissed, stalking to the window as if to throw it out. Before you knew what you were doing you grabbed his arm.

“Wait! don’t. That.. that necklace means something to me. don’t throw it away please." 

Taehyung stopped.

Turning around he scoffed at you.

"What does it mean? ”

“It’s the only piece of jewelry I have.” you said wildly. 

He gave you another searching glance and pocketed the chain. 

“I’ll give this to you, if you do well.” He smirked, unbuttoning the cuffs of his black shirt. you stared as the parted sleeve revealed smooth golden skin and felt your throat go dry. 

“I’m not sleeping with you.” you said roughly, moving away with trembling knees.

a hard hand curled around your shoulders, turning you around and you briefly collided with his dark passionate gaze before his lips closed over yours. 

His kiss was a punishment and you went limp in his arms, knowing that resistance would only make him rougher. you curled your fingers around the silky smoothness of his shirt , uncomfortably aware of the muscles that flexed beneath your fingers.  You endured it, with choked gasps, while his fingers gripped the fabric of your blouse  at your back, one hand grabbing your chin and tilting your face up for better access. His tongue thrust in without inhibition and his teeth grazed your lips with a force that was just a hairsbreadth away from being painful. 

“Don’t act like you don’t want me.” He said harshly, fingers still gripping your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes,“ I am going to do what I should have done years ago. Take you to my bed and let you know exactly who you belong to….” He finished by kissing your neck, the sensation zinging through you like a bolt of electricity. you felt some of your courage return and pushed him away.

To your surprise he moved back, looking dangerously windswept, with his hair mussed and shirt wrinkled from where you had gripped the fabric. 

“Don’t do this. It’s not right.” you said stiltedly. 

He gave you another one of his measured stares. 

“I don’t give a fuck what’s right. And I won’t waste my breath trying to ask you why you did what you did. What matters is that I’ve found you. And I have you. And you’re going to learn what happens to naughty girls who play out of their league. Get on that bed.” He said calmly. 

you went parchment pale at the softly whispered command. It felt like someone had signed your death warrant. He wasn’t joking and you knew that he meant to … he meant to…to …make love ?? you almost laughed hysterically at the word that popped into you head , even as a roar of desperation sounded in you head.

Whatever was going to happen on that bed, love had nothing to do with it. 

you looked like you were walking to you execution and Taehyung had to stifle the insane smile that threatened to appear on his face. He had no intention of sleeping with you. Not tonight at least. But you didn’t really need to know that. He was enjoying your discomfort. It comforted him, the knowledge that you were as affected by it all as him. 

He waited till you were sitting on the edge of the bed looking like a skittish cat , before moving to turn off the lights.  He watched your silhouette in the darkness lit only by the faint glow of the city’s breathtaking skyline and moved closer, feeling oddly at peace. you were here. In his room.

In his bed. 

Finally. 

Six years of suppressed longing stirred inside him and he could feel his fingers tremble with the need to claim , conquer and possess you. How soft would that skin feel beneath his lips, how smooth your hair would feel sifting through his fingertips. How foolish he was to forget your betrayal and crave you like he craved his next breath. 

He wasn’t going to wait another second to find out. He moved to stand right in front of you, sucking in a sharp breath as he felt you stiffen in you place, the nervous energy in you so palpable that he could feel it like a physical thing. He hesitated, before bending over you, lightly tipping your chin up till the soft glow from the window lit your cheekbones, throwing your soft skin into sharp relief. He used his thumb to trace circles just above your jawline, before moving to brush it across you lower lip. 

“You’re so soft. ” He whispered, reaching for the tangled confusion of bobby pins that held your hair up in some semblance of a half pony. He removed each one carefully, sifting his fingers through each strand as he released it. you stayed eerily still while he worked meticulously, till your hair was out and around you in a glorious fall of wavy curls, lit with the colors of the city light. 

He smiled and moved to the bed. 

Stripping down to his boxers , he climbed into the bed and slipped underneath the covers.

“ Tempting as you look , with your owlish eyes and bird’s nest of a head, I’m too tired to properly appreciate all the things  your luscious body has to offer . Tomorrow, I’ll tell you how you can start earning your food and stay. Tonight you’ll have to settle for just my arms around you” He whispered, before casually throwing an arm around you waist and burying his face in the pillows. 

He fell asleep within minutes. 

Snippet (On the porch)

“Probably should have been a warning sign, don’t you think?”

“What’s that?” he asked, looking up from the damp ring the beer bottle had made on the thigh of his jeans. “Warning?”

“Well yeah.” she said and smiled the kind of smile that broke hearts, “I mean, EVERY single one of my ex-husbands friends from college, without exception, are sleazy, scam artist scumbag types.”

“All of ‘em? What college did he go to? Ohio State?”

She laughed, a soft rippling sound in the thick humid summer air. She pushed strands of auburn hair over her left ear in a simple reflexive gesture. He was struck by the grace she managed to place into such an ordinary thing.

“Yeah, well..” she said and slid around the question smoothly, “he always said they were all great guys. Just…unconventional. In their definition of success, blah blah blah. But ya know, none of them have changed. At all. And I know a couple of ‘em live out in Vegas and L.A., so I figure that’s where he headed. Working for one of them. Off the books, so he doesn’t have to pay child support or alimony. That rat bastard. Pardon my language. Great dad though, huh?”

“I don’t know. My dad stayed around but I can’t say I benefited any.” he said then glanced away, suddenly uncomfortable. He was much better at listening. Talking, especially about himself, was something he did as seldom as possible.“Uhm, but, ya know, he was a drunk. Not mean or nothing. He was on disability. Back thing, ya know? Mostly bullshit, but..well. he just mostly drank and occasionally reminded us we were all losers. But, well, I don’t think your ex is in line for any awards either.”

“Well, that’s kind of how we ended up here. Of all places.” she looked around the tidy but unmistakably working class neighborhood.“ It’s all on me. And this, this is all I can afford. Nobody on my side of the family can help us. Or, I should say, WILL help us. My mother told me not to marry Derek. So we end up HERE.. Oh god that sounds arrogant! I mean, it’s not that bad! I mean, God, YOU live here and I’m talking about it like it’s, like..”

“It’s okay.” He said, watching her blush and feeling a sense of bemusement. “From Lake Orion to Hazeltucky. That’s a definite drop down.”

“You know, I didn’t understand why Hazel Park was called Hazeltucky.”

“But now you do.”

“Now I do.” she said and smiled again. Two smiles. He was doing alright. “It’s definitely different.”

“It’s not as bad as it used to be.” He said and paused to take a sip of now warm beer.“North side is still solidly redneck. Closer to Eight Mile, well, it’s a little more real world.”

“Well, it’s been a pretty abrupt transition.” she said and looked down at her hands. A tiny fragment of breeze brought the soft sweet smell of her sun warmed hair to him. “ And, and I should have thanked you before now. You been really kind, and sweet. I mean, you’re great to my kids. Evan thinks you’re awesome and Jenny even likes you. And after her dad’s vanishing act, she hates all men on principle alone. Except you. So that’s pretty impressive. I mean honesty. She’s fifteen. She’s at that age where everyone is an idiot except her.”

“Nah, she’s just…” He paused, wondering if he had the right to say anything. He decided to try. “ She’s a really smart girl. And I think she maybe, well, she’s sensitive and very thoughtful. She’s seeing how hard and screwed up the world is. Except she’s at that age where you can’t change it, or even her little corner of it yet. And that, that’s kind of scary and depressing and aggravating. But, ya know, from what I see, I think she’s good. They both are. You’re a good mom.”

He heard her draw in a sharp breath and watched her look away. He felt that odd, almost detached sense of disappointment he knew so well. He was getting it wrong. Like always. It’s why it was better to keep quiet and leave most things unspoken. Just because you had thoughts and opinions didn’t mean other people wanted or needed to hear them.

“Thank you.” she said very softly and surprised him completely. “ That’s a very, very nice thing to say. Because I wonder sometimes.”

“I watch you with them. I see it. And even if I didn’t, I know them now. And I see it. How they act, how they talk. Especially about you. Yeah, there’s no doubt. You’re a good mom.”

She glanced at him, her eyes shining. He noticed the smile lines, saw the first gray strands in her hair. She seemed to almost glow but he wasn’t sure why. All he knew for certain was that she was kind and gentle, had a smile that made her beautiful in a way a camera could never capture, and she was here .

“Why haven’t we talked before now? Oh, that’s right. Your girlfriend. Or, uh…I uh..”

“No, yeah she left me. That same night the police were over. Uhm, yeah she, well..she moved out earlier that day. And she won’t be coming back. I knew it was never going to work anyhow.”

“Why?”

“Well, uhm..” He liked this woman. He wanted her to like him, but he wasn’t sure if she would. Or could, if he told her the truth. But holding back was no different than lying. And lies always escaped eventually, no matter how you tried to lock them away

“She’s an Eastpointe girl.” He said calmly, feeling like he was already falling. “And I’m a convicted felon on parole. To say HER Dad didn’t approve is a major understatement. But she’s one of those types who’s gonna save the world. Guess I was her starting point. Or I was supposed to be. Plus maybe a way for her to rebel against Dad and prove she’s her own person. I’m not sure. I lost my job, well, my job was eliminated. And, uh, that did it for her. I guess. She cleared out anyway.”

“You’re on parole? Then you need to get another job pretty quickly huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah actually.”

“So instead of helping you, she bailed. No offense, but what a bitch.”

“None taken.

“Well, I know you’re not a sex offender. I checked. Nearest one lives twelve blocks east. So, you were in prison?”

“Yes.”

“You look pretty young, so I’m figuring not murder, rape, bank robbery or drug kingpin. How old ARE you?”

This was not going in any kind of way he might have imagined. She looked curious but not alarmed or disgusted. Odd, to put it mildly.

“I’m twenty three.”

“Oh my God. You’re a pup. Oh, now I feel old. I AM old! Old enough to be your mother!”

“Hardly.”

“I’m forty one!”

“My mom would be fifty five if she were alive.”

“I’m eighteen years older than you! That’s enough to be your mom and…wait. Twenty three? You weren’t in for too long. Nothing violent then?”

“Uhm, well…” honesty was all the story, not just the simple, palatable parts. “I knocked out an undercover cop, but they dropped the charge of aggravated assault on a police officer.”

“Wha..wait! They dropped…why..how?”

“It’s kinda a long complicated story..”

“I got time. Let me grab us a couple fresh beers.”

“Oh. Uh okay.” He said and watched her disappear into the house, leaving him sitting in a slightly surreal state of mind on another weird day in this ever stranger summer.



Negan discovers the Hilltop, he takes half of their shit without resistance.. Gregory as the coward he has always been ,offers Negan total submission and loyalty along with his only …….. young daughter, (Adrianna ) , as a sign of appreciation. She accepts to go with Negan because she hates her father more!!

But what Negan didn’t know, is that she doesn’t ’t take shit from anyone. She’s not coward as her dad Gregory and she’s defiant and sassy as hell.

She used to be a college girl before things fell apart and a girl from a sorority house where she was a wild party girl and a sex kitten.

Will Negan manage to tame and break her or would it be all the way around??


Note : OC inspired by my favorite celeb girl crush Sonia Ben Ammar( model) .

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Warnings : this fic would contain mention of blood - gore - sex - bad language- assault ….


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“There’s no coming back from this, sweetness! Once you’re mine , you’re MINE! For-fucking-ever! Got it, gorgeous? ” Negan taunted as he stared down at Adrianna with his delated with lust lidded eyes .

She glared at him defiantly before she gave a quick nod.

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Pairing: Yato/Hiyori

Rating: K+

Title: Jealous

Yato decided that bringing Hiyori along was definitely the worst idea he had ever come up with.

They hadn’t been standing in his client’s lawn for more than five seconds and already he could tell that he would not be enjoying the job.  The client himself wasn’t the problem—he was a kindly old man who smiled often and spoke in a thin, silvery voice. Upon meeting them, he had immediately offered them snacks and kept bowing profusely, thanking them for coming over at such short notice and at a very small sum too. The man was kind and Yato liked him a lot.

His grandson on the other hand, was one of the most irritating, little pricks Yato had ever encountered.  The moment the boy had been introduced to Hiyori, he wouldn’t stop staring at her or attempting to “accidentally” brush his arms against hers. It wouldn’t have bothered him as much if it weren’t for the fact that the boy’s attempts at flirting with her were extremely aggressive. He even insisted on helping the two of them decorate the lawn, even though his presence was clearly not needed.

Yato had been hired to set up the old man’s lawn for a party he was having. He hired a couple of people to do it but he wasn’t able to raise enough money to pay them and the deal fell through. The party would be a surprise for his wife who would be coming out of the hospital in a few hours and he would hate for it to be cancelled. While Yato and Hiyori dealt with the preparations, Mokomichi-san (the old man who hired them) would go and pick up his wife.

Yato would have brought Yukine along, as he usually did, but they had a massive argument the night before and Yukine had refused to come with him, no matter how hard he had pleaded or apologized. In the end, he had no choice but to ask Hiyori to help him out. God though he may be, setting up a venue for a party in just a few hours is something that even he couldn’t do alone.

“You know, I never really got your name,” the boy said as the three of them gathered boxes of party supplies from the house. He was around Hiyori’s age and about a full head taller than her, with close cropped black hair and leering, beady eyes.

“Oh, it’s Hiyori. Iki Hiyori,” she replied, completely oblivious to the seething look on Yato’s face.

“You never got my name too,” Yato said, irate at being excluded from the conversation.

“Mokomichi Tatsuo,” the boy said, ignoring Yato’s previous comment. He held his hand out and gave her a flirty smile that she didn’t seem to catch. “You don’t go to Funabashi, do you?”

“No. I go to another school,” Hiyori said. The three of them set the boxes down and started sorting through the piles of streamers and deflated balloons.

“I thought so,” Tatsuo said as he playfully nudged her shoulder. “If you schooled there, I definitely would’ve remembered someone as pretty as you.”

To his horror, Hiyori looked more flattered than embarrassed and the corners of her lips actually pulled into a bemused smile.

“Ah, thanks—‘’

“I don’t go to Funabashi either!” Yato obnoxiously interjected, eager to divert Hiyori’s attention away from Tatsuo. He glared at the boy, his eyes narrowing into catlike slits.

Tatsuo’s brows ticked upward. “Why would you? You must already be in college, right? You’re like, really old.”

“I’m not that old!” Yato irritably retorted.

“Okay!” Hiyori loudly interrupted, coming in between the two boys. She pulled Yato away from Tatsuo and whispered, “Yato, what are you doing? Calm down, okay?”

“I want to go,” he abruptly told her.

Her nose scrunched up in confusion. “What?”

“I want to go!” he whined, his voice becoming petulant.

“But…but…we can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because! We already agreed to help Mokomichi-san,” Hiyori said. She raised a brow at him. “And besides, don’t you need the five yen?”

“Who cares about the five yen? I want to go now!” he said, his demeanour increasingly morphing into that of a five-year-old.

“Yato, we can’t. This is for his sick wife, remember? This party needs to happen. We can’t just up and leave him. Who’s going to set everything up in such short notice?” she demanded.

He sent a resentful glare in Tatsuo’s direction. “He has his shitty grandson for that.”

“Yato, not so loud—‘’

Hiyorrriii. I don’t like him.”

“Why not? He seems like a nice person.”

“He isn’t! He’s sketchy. I don’t like him.”

“That’s no excuse. We still need to finish the job.”

“But—‘’

“We’re finishing the job,” Hiyori sternly said.

“Fine!” Yato responded, lips pursed into a pout.  He opened his mouth to say something else but before he could, Tatsuo interrupted, saying, “Hiyori-chan! Would you mind helping me unpack all these streamers?”

“He called you Hiyori-chan,” Yato hissed in outrage. “Hiyori-chan. What the hell?  He doesn’t even know you that well.”

“Yato,” she said, looking tired. “Stop it. You’re overreacting.”

“I am not overreacting!”

“Yato, come on.”

She gave him a gentle smile and immediately, he could feel all of his irritation ebbing away.

“This is for that poor man’s wife. Let’s just get through this and when we’re finished, we can go out for food okay?”

He nodded, feeling so much better.

“Hiyori-chan!”

And just like that, he was irritated once again.

The two of them turned to look at Tatsuo, who was shooting Hiyori an oily smile, “I’d hate to interrupt you from your discussion but we really need to start unpacking these streamers.”

“Okay, Tatsuo-san,” Hiyori smiled as she moved towards him. Yato started to follow her but then, Tatsuo added, “Oh, but ugh…um…”

“Yato,” Yato sullenly supplied.

“Yeah. Ya-to,” Tatsuo continued, purposefully splitting up the syllables of Yato’s name in an annoying fashion. “D’you think you could go and get the party lights and fix the wiring up?”

Yato immediately bristled.

“Why can’t you get it?”

“Because I’m helping Hiyori-chan.”

“But—‘’

Before Yato could finish, Tatsuo moved towards him and whispered, “And also, if I remember correctly, my obisan hired you which means you’re working for him. And I’m his grandson so technically you’re also working for me. So you kind of have to do what I say.”

Yato’s shoulders immediately tensed.

He was about seconds away from unleashing divine punishment on the little shit but then he remembered how desperate the old man had been and how lovingly he spoke of his wife. It wasn’t his fault that his grandson was a total prick.

“Fine. I’ll get the party lights,” he glowered. He glared at Tatsuo for a moment before turning on his heel and storming off.

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130 Mood Series | #6 | Bonnie & Clyde | Dean

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Stupid. So fucking stupid. He felt like such an idiot. The biggest and stupidest idiot in the entire universe, is what he called himself. Dean hated himself more than he already did. How could he let this happen? His fault. Everything. It was all his fucking fault and he drowned in sorrow because of it.

He should have never let you go. You would still be in his arms, the two of you happy, making enchanting memories, loving each other more and more everyday, but most importantly, you would be safe. You would be in his arms, making him less miserable and less empty than he was, but you would also be safe from abuse and a toxic, brainwashing and disgusting relationship.

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Autumn Leaves - Part 6

So here’s part six. I honestly have no idea how many parts this will have but I’ll just keep going with it until I get it to where I want it to go. Thanks again for reading/liking/reblogging you are all great and enjoy!

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****

“I- It’s not, it’s not what it looks like” Rae stuttered her eyes wide with shock.

“Yeah I fell and Rae helped me up and, and…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me but you two fuckers are lucky that it was me who just walked in here and not our Chlo. I wouldn’t expect this from you Rae I mean your Chloe’s best mate, him" Chop said pointing to a shocked and disappointed Finn "maybe, but not you”. Well that was something Chop hadn’t expected to happen tonight although he wasn’t completely surprised. He had an inkling Finn had a bit of a thing for Rae by the way he’d gotten all weird yesterday and the look of disappointment on his face from presumably being interrupted confirmed this.

“What! You’ve got it all wrong nothing happened or was going to we were just chatting. I wouldn’t got for Finn and especially not after he’s been with Chlo and upset her because the last thing I’d want to do is hurt her” Rae lied. Recently she’d been thinking about Finn more and more and she knew she had got him all wrong but she just didn’t want to admit it. He was of course extremely gorgeous too and Rae wouldn’t have minded just putting her lips to his right there and then and getting to taste a bit of the ultimate slice that is Finn Nelson. That could never ever happen though not now he and Chloe had had a thing and Chloe so clearly still liked him and would do for quite some time.

Finn snapped his head to look at Rae after hearing what she’d just said. ‘I’d never go for Finn’. What would be so bad about going out with him he thought. A minuet ago it had seemed she was about to kiss him if he hadn’t kissed her first and now she’s saying she would never be with him. He really didn’t understand this girl. He probably shouldn’t have tried to kiss her the same day he’d ended things with Chloe though because from what he’d gathered she was pretty cut up about it. That wasn’t what he wanted but he couldn’t let things go on any longer, couldn’t lie and then upset Chloe even more one day. He knew Rae was a really great friend too and he knew she would never betray Chloe so nothing could happen between the two of them. He’d just have to push his feelings aside, it was just a crush after all, he’s had them before and they’d passed and this would too.

“Well whatever ‘that’ was let’s just forget about it yeah? Chop suggested.

"Sounds good mate, why don’t we head to the kitchen and get a couple more drinks, I’m not nearly as drunk as I should be by now” Finn said cheerfully, patting Chop on the shoulder.

“That’s more like it, let’s make this a proper party. Raemundo you coming?”

“As much as I’d love to Chop I think i’ll go find Chloe and see how she’s doing” Rae said.

“Alright well you know where we are” Chop said grinning before walking off with Finn in tow.

****

After pushing her way through the mass of drunken and almost lifeless bodies Rae found herself at the stairs and decided it was best to start up there. Barney’s house was really fucking big.

After checking three or so rooms, being greeted by ‘fuck off’ mostly, she decided to try the fourth room at the other ending of the landing. Just as she was making her way there something caught her eye. It was Archie. Kissing some guy. It stopped Rae in her tracks. She didn’t care that care that Archie was gay, it was his business and he was still the same person, it just shocked her. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she just ignore it, maybe he didn’t want everyone knowing. She decided just to walk past as though she hadn’t seen anything but just as she was walking past Archie looked up and seen him, his face was a picture of complete terror. Like he’d just seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

“Rae” Archie breathed out.

“Do you wanna go outside for a chat Arch” Rae said sympathetically. She could find Chloe in a while but right now she knew Archie needed her.

“Ehhh, y-yeah” He stuttered. His eyes were glazed over with a threat of tears spilling out of them at any moment. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was always unsure of his sexuality but kissing that guy tonight had proved to him he was gay and he didn’t think he’d been so relieved about anything in his entire life. That thought soon faded away though when he seen Rae. Now everyone would find out. He’d be known as gay Archie, he’d be called names like faggot and poof. As much as he’d hate all that though he was most worried of what Finn and Chop would think of him. It had always been the 3 of them, ever since they were little kids. They would do absolutely everything together. He didn’t want them to treat him differently. He didn’t want them to act different around him, like they were worried he liked them as anything more than a friend. He didn’t want them feel like he’d lied to them and that they didn’t really know him at all. He was still him. He just liked guys.

****

Once they were outside they found a wall to sat on and Archie took a deep breath preparing himself for what was to come.

“Look Rae about what you saw, you can’t tell-”

“Arch I would never tell anyone ever unless you wanted me to. You being gay, if you are that is, has nothing to do with me. I just want you to know that if you are gay, you can talk to me. I’m not about to go treating you any differently because your still the same kind, caring, considerate, loyal and might I add boring bastard at times, that you were when I first met you. I’m so glad I did. I’ve never met anyone quite like you and I known you al that long but I love to bits”. Rae looked Archie and see nothing but relief and a small smile on his face as he looked at her.

Archie engulfed Rae into a hug and lay his head on her shoulder ”I really fucking love you Rachel Earl”.

“Oh Arch” Rae said gently rocking him as he wept.

A few in minuets later Archie pulled out of the hug. “I think I’ve always known” he said thoughtfully. “I’ve done stuff with girls but it just never felt right. Then tonight when I kissed Adam, it just felt so right. I was so fucking relieved it’s like I’ve spent my whole life unsure of who I am and tonight I finally figured it out. I’m so glad it was you that seen that happen. You we’re just the person I needed tonight Rae. How am I ever meant to tell Chop and Finn” he asked, his eyes searching her face as if it held all the answers.

“Look we will worry about that in the morning but tonight you should just go and enjoy yourself. Celebrate finding out who Archie really is” Rae said.

“Your right, thanks so much I don’t know what I’d do without you I’m so glad I met you” he said before kissing her cheek.

“Hey don’t you get all soppy on me now. Finn and Chop are in the kitchen . Go join them and get pissed” Rae said laughing slightly.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“I’ll join you in a bit, I need to go find Chlo first”.

****

After Archie left her she made her way back up the stairs and headed for the room she was about to check when she seen Arch.

She stood at the door to listen for any noise and she thought she could hear voices but it was very faint. She slowly pushed the door open and drew in a sharp intake of breathe at what she saw.

“Chlo? Rae said her voice shaking.

"Rae? What are you doing here? Chloe asked almost angrily, confusing Rae.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing, taking that shit? Rae asked firmly pointing to the lines of a white substance Rae presumed was cocaine that Chloe had clearly sniffed up her nose as she kept wiping it self consciously.

"I’ts just a bit of fun, Ian let me have some you should try some” she slurred swaying slightly.

Rae looked over at he bed to see a sleazy looking man watching them looking lustily at Chloe. She then turned to look at her friend and found that she wasn’t there anymore. Her eyes were dark, almost like they were dead they had no life in them.

“That’s not fun Chloe, fun is going to a gig or getting drunk at the pub and having a food fight after it. That” she said pointing to the drug “isn’t fun!”

“Oh give it a rest Rae what are you my mum, why do you care anyway”

“Of course I care your my best mate Chloe” Rae couldn’t believe Chloe had done this. It was like she was having a breakdown

“Oh is that why I saw you kissing Finn then ” Chloe asked shrugging her shoulders.

“What are you talking about I’ve never kissed Finn I wouldn’t do that to you.” Rae didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.

“I seen you two earlier  getting all cosy, he was going to kiss you, so don’t tell me you care about me when you’d do that” Chloe said looking away.

“No you’ve got it all wrong we was just talking and he fell and I helped him up and we ended up close nothing happened and it wouldn’t have because I don’t like Finn that way and I couldn’t do that to you” Rae said hoping Chloe would believe her. She couldn’t bare to lose her best friend.

“Whatever” Chloe said. Rae noticed the colour had drained from her face and she seemed like she was trying to focus on something, anything. She then began to stumble around a bit before she collapsed with a thud to the ground.

“CHLOE!” Rae screamed before dropping to her knees beside her friend. “HELP SOMEONE HELP!”

People began rushing in to the room and within minuets the gang had cane uo to see what was all the cause for the commotion. They peered there heads through the crowd in the room to find an unconscious Chloe and a crying Rae who’s face was clouded with concern and fear.

-

“Omg what happened” Izzy cried also bending down next to Rae.

“She, she took something and then she- just down she went” Rae said her voice cracking.

“Holy shit” Archie said bringing his hands up to his mouth.

Finn looked down at Rae crying and he did the only going he felt he could do in this situation. He took her in her arms and let her cry on him. He tried up soothe her as best he could but he knew it was no use. He was just as worried as Rae was.

“What the fuck we going to do” Chop asked, sounding fragile as he looked down at his friend in horror.