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acefaun · 2 years ago

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Just a small request if you don't mind. 😅

Can you please add two endings to the Tauxolouve yandere fic?

PLEASE! 🙏🙏🙏

• Mc leaves Tauxolouve for good.🌝

• Mc stays with him. 😈

Please!!!!!!! ♥️

Yandere Tauxolouve

Synopsis: Tauxolouve was a very loving boyfriend… too loving, in fact. Well, maybe love was too kind of a word. The best way to describe someone like Tauxolouve was obsessed and unhinged.

🩸Yandere Masterlist🩸 Female goldfish! Warnings: violence, major character death, stalking, captivity, manipulation

A/n: Lou’s turn to be scary! This came out long with or without the good/bad endings. But the good ending is a little longer than the bad ending, so congrats!

–Word Count: 17,286–

I was an artist. That's what immediately attracted me to Tauxolouve. Okay, that's... not entirely true. He just seemed like a nice god—and he was! I didn't find out he enjoyed art until he told me more about himself. I learned about him and his family, and I shared a bit about my life in turn.

But back to art... Tauxolouve was the only god to enjoy doing art as much as I did and so I often sought him out for company. I was much more inclined to use a pencil and Tauxolouve was an excellent painter, so we often shared our craft and took joy in drawing or painting each other.

It had been some time since the incident with the Dark King where we survived and proclaimed our love for one another. As per our usual customs, I was hanging out with Lou in the living room. I narrowed my eyes as I tried my best to match the color of his tie to the paint that I had on my pallet. Unlike the gods, I couldn't just snap my fingers and get the perfect color. I had to mix them meticulously myself. "Uh... Lou, the purple isn't coming out right and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong."

He glanced at me, finally moving from the pose I made him sit in. He hummed before coming over to peer at what I was mixing. "There's too much red in your mixture. Here, let me show you how I look at things." Sitting beside me, he removed his tie and placed it hanging on a sofa in front of us. "Do you see the orange of the chair? What's the difference between that chair and my tie?"

I stared between the two. I wasn't excellent at painting and I rarely ever had to color-spot to work with colored pencils since the only colors were what I had in front of me. Painting was much different. I glanced at Lou and hurriedly looked back at the two objects. He was waiting for an answer, but I really didn't know. Starting with the obvious, I tried, "One's purple and the other's orange...?"

Lou's lips subtly curled up in amusement. "Yes... But look deeper into the colors and tell me what's different about them."

I hummed, trying to peer deeper into the colors like he wanted. "Well... I guess one is a lot warmer than the other. But does that really make them different? It's not like your tie is a cool purple."

"But you've spotted the difference," he replied with a proud smile, ruffling my hair. "That's how you should look at your paint. There are warmer colors and there are cooler colors. You might think red and blue are different, but their temperatures can trick you."

I stared in wonder as he passionately explained to me the differences between the colors of red and blue on my pallet. He really loved painting, and the passion in his voice took me. I was almost jealous of the paint with how he was speaking of it. "Lou..." He stopped his explanation and looked at me again. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I interrupted him. "Uh, s- sorry! I was just thinking... You're really passionate about this. It's... cute." My face heated as I shyly suggested, "What if you started hanging your paintings in your room? I think it would look nice." His room was always so depressing and empty despite how he promised to change it. If he hung his paintings, it might liven the space a bit more.

He thoughtfully tapped his chin, wondering about it for a moment before a grin spread across his face. "That's a wonderful idea. You can help me."

"Help you? I mean... uh... sure."

"This can be the first piece we put up!"

He was obviously excited about hanging up this painting in his room and I couldn't do anything but nervously argue, "I meant your work, Lou..." I wanted to do what I could to make sure Tauxolouve was happy, but I was certainly beginning to feel shy about how excited he was over my art. Still, it wasn't like I was about to tell him no.

His smile, however, made me happy that I suggested it in the first place, regardless of his embarrassing idea to hang my work. His eyes shone with love as he beamed at me. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed. Don't worry. Your painting is going to look lovely. I'll become your painting teacher from now on and we'll paint things together."

My lips curled up in bliss. I absolutely loved how he took joy in the smallest things I tried to do for him. On the bright side, if he wanted to teach me how to paint so badly then that would only give us more time to hang out together. "Okay; I can't wait to learn everything you know."

He nodded his head, immediately becoming serious about his new job as my painting teacher. "I'll make sure your paintings surpass mine. First, why don't you finish this painting you're working on and I can get an idea of what I need to show you? That will make these lessons a lot easier for you." I watched him as he returned to the sofa, settling his tie around his neck as he got into position for me to finish the painting on my own. With his previous tip about mixing colors in my mind, I did my best to create a perfect painting of him—this was going to be the first painting in his room after all.

***

Tauxolouve was a member of the Department of Wishes and he was my boyfriend, but Leon's orders were much more important than spending time with me. I knew he had a duty to uphold in his department, but I was still disappointed to have come all this way only for Karno to tell me he wasn't in the mansion. Still, rather than going all the way back home, I borrowed some of Partheno's time since he was on the sofa sifting through his own work.

"Do you think it would be alright if I sketched you?"

My sudden request surprised Partheno. After all, it was usually Tauxolouve that I was taking my time to draw. But he did also know that Tauxolouve was busy, and I was alone and in need of company. "You want to draw me? I don't see why not. I just have to sit still for you, right?"

I nodded my head, explaining what I needed, "You can just relax. I don't need you in any complicated pose or anything like that. This is actually just for me to pass some time. I hope I'm not wasting any of your time...”

"I'm sooooo jealous!" Ichthys cried, startling me as he leaned over my shoulder. "You're always drawing Lou, but when Lou's not here you choose him instead of me? Is it because I'm not beautiful enough? Do you think they're prettier than me?! I fixed my hair extra nice for you today. Didn't you notice?"

I huffed, but I wasn't truly annoyed with his pestering questions. Ichthys and I were friends, so it wasn't like I hadn't heard his fake whining before. "Why are you whining? You used to let me draw you when I was helping you with your sin. Besides, I know when you're faking being upset, you know."

"Aw, man," Ichthys crossed his arms, plopping on the sofa beside me. "I can't get away with anything around you. You're almost as scary as Zyg."

"Pfft, well you still don't have to whine about it. If you wanted me to draw for you, then you should've just asked." I gestured for him to move beside Partheno. "Go over there. I'll draw you together. I need to practice drawing more than one person in a portrait, anyway. Lou always says practice makes perfect."

With an excited squeal, Ichthys threw himself on top of a surprised Partheno who fussed, "She said to join me, not to jump on top of me like a child!" Usually, I was doing art with Tauxolouve so I was missing out on this kind of fun banter that the gods got into. Maybe I could convince Tauxolouve to do art with the other gods as well. I was sure some of them would appreciate us letting them join in on the creativity and fun. Ichthys would definitely enjoy me showing him how to draw something that wasn't a stick figure.

“(Naaaame),” Ichthys called from where he was sitting on top of Partheno’s lap, exactly where he plopped himself fifteen minutes ago. “Can I see it yet?”

“Give me a second.”

“How about now?”

“Almost.”

“Is it finished?”

“Hush! You're disrupting my creative process.”

He paused and Partheno taunted, “You're disrupting her creative process.”

Ichthys blinked, his face scrunching up in disbelief. “Really?”

“Pfft,” I chuckled, holding forth my sketchbook. “Nah, not really. Check this out! It's a real masterpiece if I do say so myself.”

“Hold on,” Partheno squinted his eyes, both of them leaning closer to the scratchy-looking pencil sketch. “Is that… I'm afraid I have to critique you. I would not wear a dress that looks like that if I were marrying anyone; least of all this fish.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Ichthys pouted, his eyes shifting from between my work and Partheno. “I think it looks great. All of your feminine qualities are showing. And I look super… Uh… Super manly?”

I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe if Ichthys hadn't thrown himself on top of Partheno, then I wouldn't have been tempted to make them a married couple. “I just call it how I see it. Maybe next time act less like a married couple and I'll consider actually drawing what's in front of me?”

“Don't do that,” Ichthys immediately argued, looking severely disappointed at my threat. “I like when you add things to your art! It makes it funny.”

“Funny, huh?” Partheno inclined his head, flicking Ichthys in the forehead. “Next time, give this fish an actual fish head.”

“I’ll definitely have to consider it,” I offered, glancing between him and Ichthys. “But couldn’t you just snap your fingers and give him a fish head yourself?” They were definitely a strange pair, but at least they kept me amused for the day.

“Now there’s an idea,” Partheno hummed, glancing Ichthys up and down.

Ichthys glared at me, his eyebrows furrowing together. “What?! Why are you two ganging up on me like that? I need someone on my side too!”

Seeing that he was prepared to flee from the living room, I quickly latched on him, pinning him to the sofa. “Oh, no you don’t! Where do you get it would be fair to me if you go get another god? Right now it’s just a god versus a god and a human. You can’t cheat your way out of this one. C’mon, Partheno! Hit him!”

Having my assistance, it was pretty easy for Partheno to snap his fingers, turning Ichthys’ head into that of a fish. “There. Now he’s a Pisces.”

I tilted my head, my eyebrows furrowing. “Hey… if Pisces is a fish… then… Should Virgo be a beautiful lady?”

Ichthys quickly snapped his fingers, turning his head back to normal as he stuck his tongue out at Partheno. “Yeah! Your manly appearance is upsetting (Name).”

“Is it?” Partheno glanced himself over. He thought he was fine as the god of beauty—but if I wanted to see him as a woman… He hummed, snapping his fingers. We didn’t expect him to turn himself into a woman without Ichthys giving him a push. But… my cheeks turned hot with how she obviously was trying to over-do her seductiveness. “I had no idea you swung in that direction, dear. Wouldn’t Louie be so jealous to find out you prefer women?”

I scrambled to get off of Ichthys who was amused by how flustered I was getting over a female Partheno. Ichthys laughed, grabbing my arms as he pulled me back onto his lap. “You’re not afraid of Lady Partheno, are you? Do you like her?”

“Ah, stop teasing me,” I shouted at them. “I’m dating Lou! You back off or- or Lou’s going to yell at you!”

Ichthys tilted his head, his index finger tapping his chin curiously. “Come to think of it… I don’t think I’ve ever heard Tauxolouve raise his voice at anyone other than me. Partheno, how would you feel getting yelled at by him?”

Placing a delicate hand on her chest, Partheno answered, “As a woman, I’d be absolutely appalled to have a man yell at me.” Still, winking at me, she pulled me into her arms, swinging me around to where my back was pressed into her chest. “But aren’t you lucky? He’s in the Heavens working and I have an adorable little thing like you to play with.” Leaning forward, her cheek pressed against my head. “Don’t you want to know what a goddess feels like?”

“I… Ah… Uh…”

“(Name)?” Three pairs of eyes flickered to the door of the living room.

“L- Lou!” I stuttered, catching sight of my boyfriend who looked fairly disturbed by the scene laid out before him. I said that Tauxolouve would yell at Partheno and Ichthys, but now that he was there, I didn’t actually want him to be yelling at anyone.

Overwhelming confusion when a smile crossed his lips quashed my anxiety over his arrival. “What’s going on here, little lady? Have you found yourself a lady friend to occupy yourself with while I was gone?”

“But…” I faltered… “This is…”

“Of course it is,” He interrupted me, making me freeze in anticipation. “Partheno,” he paused. “Ichthys,” he paused a second time, his eyes narrowing on the two as his smile made an unsettling combination with his glare. “Do you two have a death wish I can grant?”

“Not at all,” Partheno said, quick to snap his fingers, turning back into his usual self before directing me straight into the vicinity of my boyfriend. Quickly retreating to where Ichthys had scurried off to, he added, “We were just keeping your darling company while you were gone. We’ll just leave you two lovebirds to it now…”

The room fell silent with the absence of the other gods. Tauxolouve still appeared pretty tense, and I quickly averted my gaze. Quietly, I offered, “They were just messing around. You know how they are. You weren’t… seriously mad at them, were you?”

He sighed, but he didn’t offer me anything else. Clearly, he was fed up with the other gods for the moment. “Let’s go back to my room.” Without waiting for me to follow, he took my hand in his, pulling me to his room. Usually he waited for me to at least say ‘okay,’ but I quickly realized he was in a less than stellar mood. Maybe I should have put a stop to Ichthys and Partheno’s antics sooner…

Tauxolouve’s room was less depressing than usual. I noticed he’d put more of his own works up besides mine.

My gaze returned to him as soon as he released my hand, closing the door behind us. Though, he elected to leave me standing at the entrance as he moved to sit on his bed. His elbows sat on his knees and his fingers laced together as they rested against his lips. His eyes were glued to the floor, very intent on not looking at me.

Awkwardly, my gaze trailed across his newly decorated walls. Deciding to turn his room into an art studio was definitely the right choice. Seeing the natural colors across the different sized canvases brought a life that wasn’t there before. It was embarrassing that most of the paintings were ones he had done of me or that I had attempted to do of him, but if it made him happy then he was free to decorate his room as he pleased.

However… my eyes fell back to the stoic god that sat on the bed. He didn’t look very happy now, and that was probably my fault, leaving a pit of guilt in my stomach. “Lou?” I called his name carefully, not receiving a hint of a reaction. “I’m sorry… they took things too far while you were gone. They were just teasing me. I know you don’t like that.” I fell quiet, and he didn’t speak up. The sight of him ignoring me was enough to chip at my delicate heart.

I couldn’t let him ignore me like that, I couldn’t handle it. Walking up beside him, I took my shoes off before climbing up onto the bed. He shifted as if to see what I was doing, but I simply wrapped my arms around him from behind, my fingers interlacing over his heart. I pressed my forehead into his back as I held him tight. Finally, he whispered my name, “(Name)?”

“Lou,” my voice cracked. “I’m sorry… Please, don’t be mad at me. I was just waiting for you to come home. I won’t let them do it again.”

Feeling my arms quiver around him, he took my hands in his own, turning around to face me. As soon as he took in my expression, he reached out, gently wiping my tears. “Don’t cry, little lady. I wasn’t upset with you. I won’t let them do that to you again.” His eyebrows furrowed. “What did I even walk in on?”

Wouldn’t it make him more upset to hear the explanation? Still, he deserved answers to his questions, at the very least. “They were just making fun of me, saying that you’d be jealous if I liked women more than you. But, I’m dating you, Lou. It doesn’t matter what anyone else’s gender is; they’re not you.”

He huffed, shaking his head at their antics. They were always trying to get a rise out of me. “How typical of them,” Tauxolouve sighed, passing his fingers through my hair as if to soothe me. “I’ll have to make sure those gods know who you belong to. I’m the only one who can tease you until your cheeks light up.” Leaning closer, his lips pressed against my forehead. “So tell me… would you prefer me if I were a man or a woman?”

Knocking my fist into his chest, I whined, “Don’t you start too!” I muttered quietly, “I’d love you no matter what gender you were. I love being with you, Lou. I love you, Tauxolouve, my God of Sagittarius.”

Caressing my hair, he chuckled. “You sound very romantic right now. If you keep declaring your love to me, I might just have to do something to keep you talking.”

“Do something to keep me talking?”

“Well,” he shrugged. “Maybe talking isn’t the right word. I should say moaning my praises is more where I was going.”

“Lou!”

“Are you against spending the night with me? You waited all day for me. I have to give my love something in return for her loyalty. I’ll even give you a nice bath later. Say yes for me?”

I pressed my lips against his, pulling away just enough to breathe, “Yes…”

***

After that day, the gods were extremely hesitant to tease me as they usually did. I was relieved that they’d backed off, but it felt more quiet and sad in the mansion without their usual banter with me. I mean, it’s not that they completely stopped talking to me—we were still friends and hung out in the living room while I waited for Tauxolouve. I just felt like everything lacked its usual energy.

On the other hand, Tauxolouve seemed oddly more intense in everything he did. When he painted me or when I painted him, everything felt far more intimate. It wasn’t an unpleasant thing to be so close with my boyfriend… but he seemed like he was getting more… possessive? I could have been overthinking things, but I tried to ignore my ‘warning’ feelings. It wasn’t like Tauxolouve would ever hurt me or any of my other friends.

Still, the anxious feeling wouldn’t leave me alone as I returned to the mansion on my day off, searching for Tauxolouve who wasn’t there once again. As usual, it didn’t bother me. But instead of going to find the other gods, I settled with going to wait in Tauxolouve’s room, hoping the comfort of being around my boyfriend’s things would help me feel better.

If anything, I loved that Tauxolouve was a dedicated boyfriend. I never had to worry about him cheating on me or neglecting me. Though… we could have done without how pouty he got when I hung out with Dui and Krioff—it wasn’t like either of them ever messed with me like Ichthys and Partheno enjoyed doing. Well… Shadow Dui was occasionally there, but he never intentionally pushed Tauxolouve’s buttons.

Sitting on Tauxolouve’s bed, I hummed to myself. What were ways I could push Lou’s buttons? Taking a glance around his room, my eyes fell on the door of his closet. Tilting my head, I wondered if he had any of his clothes in there or if he just snapped his clothes on and off. I knew he was too clumsy to dress himself the manual way without help. Curiously, I walked over to his closet, taking a peek inside.

Unfortunately, there were no clothes inside but there were certainly some ugly coats. My nose scrunched up. There was no way those were for him and I prayed to god he didn’t get them for me. Why were they even stuffed in his closet like that? If I thought they were bad, I’d hate to hear Partheno’s condescending review as the god of beauty.

Shoving them aside to search for anything that I’d usually see Tauxolouve in, my eyes widened. Was that… a secret door? What would he have something like that for? Unless those coats were just to cover up his real closet where the real fashion was. I knew he was more stylish than that.

Confidently shoving my way past the coats, I stumbled through the door, finding the room exceedingly dark, only illuminated by the lights that came from the excessively enormous walls. More than a closet, this was like a trophy room.

Only… my heart stuttered.

What… What were those?

Almost tripping over my feet, I rushed closer to the wall, my eyes scanning the glimmering images that lined the walls. There were… hundreds. Maybe more. But… were they all of me?! Trying to get a closer look, my face contorted in confusion. These didn’t look like paintings. These looked like images frozen in time—like photographs but… not. They looked like they were… water? Wait! Were these images frozen and taken directly from the reflection pool? No wonder they all gave off a faint glow.

My heart raced, but not in flattery. These looked like pictures from my everyday life. Is… that what Tauxolouve spent his time doing in the Heavens while working?! My eyes trailed over the hundreds of images, coming to a stop when my eyes caught a movement in the room's corner. It seemed like pictures were still being added…

I froze in fear and realized that’s the exact expression that was staring back at me. This… had to stop. I didn’t like these images from every aspect of my life. Any normal person would call this stalking. Fleeing from the room, I carefully made sure everything was the way I first found it before I slammed the closet door shut. Turning to leave, a shrill yelp left my lips, adrenaline rushing through me as I found Tauxolouve standing in the doorway staring at me.

He didn’t look distressed or anything, his face was relaxed as usual. He simply commented, “You look frazzled, little lady. What’s wrong?”

I faltered, refusing the urge to glance back at the closet door. But there were images in there that would prove my guilt—in fact, I was more than positive he was watching me through a reflection pool the whole time. He knew exactly what I did and what I saw. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I questioned, “What was that?”

He hummed, wondering why I would’ve been so upset about it. “That’s my photography room. I’m sort of surprised it’s your first time seeing it. I like to keep images of things I love. Though, I have to say, I never would have come up with the idea if you hadn’t told me to decorate my room with things I love. Only… I had little wall-space out here since I wanted to decorate my room with paintings that you made yourself. Nothing makes me happier than seeing our work every day.”

My gaze flickered down to my hands that were nervously clasped in front of me, avoiding his gaze that I now knew was constantly on me every second of the day. Releasing a shaky breath, I raised my head, meeting his unwavering stare. Immediately, I wanted to look away, but I needed to show him I was serious about this. “I- I’m glad that you love me, Lou. But… this makes me uncomfortable. This wasn’t what I meant when I suggested decorating your room with things you like. The paintings… those are nice… but I don’t like you watching me all the time like that and then keeping every minute of my life on display.”

Things fell silent between us. I wasn’t sure how he was going to take my harsh criticism, but I needed to put my foot down. I couldn’t handle a relationship where even my privacy was being exploited by him. Besides… if that was what made him happy, then I wasn’t sure I wanted him to be that happy…

“I appreciate your feedback,” he said kindly, making me inwardly relieved that he was listening. Though, my relief was fleeting as he softly continued, “But this isn’t your room, is it? You didn’t have to go in that room; I placed separately it from this one so that you would be comfortable being in a room of our paintings. It would be pretty contradictory for you to tell me to do what I love and then come and tell me I can’t just because you personally don’t appreciate that aspect of my work.”

I scoffed, my lips drawing back in displeasure. “So you’re saying you made that spare room, assuming I’d be uncomfortable with it. Well, I am. I’m asking you to please stop because it makes me uncomfortable. I appreciate your art, and I could appreciate that you were getting into a completely new medium of photography, but I don’t like your subject matter. I don’t like you watching me like that.”

“I completely respect your opinion,” he said, reaching out his hand to calm me down, only I avoided his touch, stepping away from his advance. He wouldn’t smooth things over with a loving touch or two and ignore my concerns. He sighed. “You’re being difficult. Art that’s avant garde is difficult to accept sometimes, but you’re the love of my life. Aren’t you supposed to support my aspirations? I’m just trying to express my feelings for you. I have so much love for you, (Name).”

“Well, express your feelings differently,” I argued, on the verge of yelling at him to get my point across. I hated what he was doing, and he was refusing to stop. “I’m serious. You’re making me uncomfortable and you’re not listening to me. No, don’t call this ‘avant garde.’ That’s actual bull shit. This is borderline stalking that I didn't consent to.”

He huffed, an incredulous chuckle leaving his lips. “Is this going to be our first argument? Are you honestly going to fight me over the way I express my love for you? Is it honestly so bad to want to keep you frozen in time with me for all eternity?”

“The fact that you can’t recognize that it’s wrong to make me feel this uncomfortable with your art is the reason we’re arguing. So, yes, it’s bad.” Clenching my jaw together, I turned away from him, sighing heavily. “I… don’t want to fight with you like this.”

Shaking my head, I moved to walk past him; only, he was quick to reach out and grab my arm. I knew he had a problem invading my privacy, but I didn’t think he’d stop me from leaving. Before I could yell at him, he asked, “You’re not leaving me now, are you? You’re going to break my heart yelling at me and then storming out. You told me you were going to help me make my room a happier place yet here you are yelling at me over what makes me happy and then abandoning me as if that’s all supposed to make me feel better.”

Trying to pull out of his grasp was useless as he refused to loosen his grip around my forearm. “If you weren’t being so petty then I might try to talk this out with you but why should I waste my breath on someone who isn’t listening to me?! I actually couldn’t care less about your room right now. This is not how I want to be treated by someone who loves me. Let me go, Tauxolouve.”

“What happened to ‘Lou’?” I flinched as he pinned me against his wall. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my head up as he met my gaze with those seductive eyes of his. “You said a room should be filled with things you like.” It was something he kept reiterating over and over as if that was suddenly his life motto. Maybe I never should’ve told him that. If it would have salvaged our relationship, then maybe I should have left his room as depressing and unexpressive as it was.

“You have more than enough personal items, I think,” I snapped back, tearing my gaze away from his. I wouldn’t let him reel me back in with his sad eyes and pretty face. “I don’t need this right now. I’m going home.”

His gaze fell. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” Tauxolouve snapped his fingers, but I had to blink a few times, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me. No, I prayed my eyes were playing tricks on me.

But the coolness of the leather around my neck wasn’t a trick. Pulling away from Tauxolouve who had loosened his grip, I tugged at the collar. It was far from choking me, but there wasn’t a latch to take it off. It was just a singular ring of fabric that only he could choose to snap off. The only additional thing on the collar was the chain that was connected to the column by his bed. As far as I could tell, it was only long enough to let me reach the rooms closest to the bed, like the bathroom and the closet. The door to the hall was something just out of my reach. Returning to the bed’s column, I tugged on the chain from both ends, neither side giving any slack.

There was no way he was seriously going to keep me chained up in his room… This was so much worse than him stalking me—it had to be a horribly timed joke. “Tauxolouve… This isn’t funny,” I whined, turning back to find him. “Stop messing around.”

“Oh, I’m done messing around,” he said, his tone serious, matching his expression. I really didn’t like that expression on his face. It didn’t look like my Lou at all. But just as quick as it was there, he was back to smiling as if he were proud of himself. “You really tie this room together, (Name). Here… I’ll be able to paint you as much as I want.”

“Please,” I faltered, my fingers helplessly tugging the collar that refused to budge. “I don’t like this…”

“Well, I didn’t like the way you were leaving me, yet you had no problem doing that,” he admitted, returning to his bed to sit down now that he had everything solved. “That look on your face… you weren’t going to come back if I let you walk out. So, now you’re going to always be with me. You’re granting all of my wishes by being here for me.” Glancing over at me, he reached his hand out, a familiar soft smile gracing his features. It made my heart pang sadly, but I refused his offered hand. Still, he didn’t force me to join him on the bed. “If that room makes you uncomfortable… I’ll stop taking the pictures. I thought once I made an impressive collection that made my heart burst with love for you I could finally show you. I hadn’t even finished and still you hated me for it…” A soft sigh left his lips. “I’ll try to do better from now on. I’ll try to be the reliable boyfriend you can love again. I hate seeing you upset with me.”

It was one thing that he was giving up his passion for photography, but he had a chain keeping me trapped in his room! What the hell was he expecting?! “Tauxolouve…” My voice cracked, and I twisted my head away to hide my tears from him. “I always trusted you; I loved you so much. But everything you’ve been saying and doing has just been breaking my heart… I can’t handle this.” I flinched at feeling his hand on my shoulder, but he only pulled me toward him—an attempt to comfort me from his painful betrayal. I whispered, “I don’t want your comfort now… I don’t want you…”

“Shhh,” He hushed me, his lips pressing against my ear as he held me tight against his chest. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to living with me. You’re just upset because of our little argument; I understand. I wasn’t treating your concerns fairly. Don’t worry, you can feel however you need to feel. I won’t push aside your feelings, I’ll listen to you. I’m going to love you and take care of you.” I would have been thrilled to hear such words and promises leave his soft lips if he weren’t treating me like an animal, something under his ownership. Still, I knew my anger was misplaced against a god. It was useless now. The best I could do was bottle it up and save it for a better time. Sighing, Tauxolouve interpreted this as me relaxing in his arms. Stroking my back, he whispered, “Good… I love you, my beautiful sweetheart.”

***

It had been painstaking weeks that he locked me up in his room, having me entertain his every whim. If he wanted to paint me, it was all I could do to lay there and let him. If he wanted to massage me, he didn’t ask as his fingers danced across my skin. If he wanted to take a bath with me it was nothing for him to make the quiet request and find me in the bathroom not ten minutes later waiting for him. The other gods? They were concerned about me, of course. It was only Tauxolouve who threw them off by convincing them I was getting over an illness. This received various reactions, including Huedhaut offering Tauxolouve various books on human health and some homemade medicine for me. How unfortunate that wouldn’t help my case. If Huedhaut really wanted to be helpful, he should have sent a knife or something sharp enough to cut the god-forsaken collar off my neck!

The only thing that could save me at this point was me. Using all this time to gain Tauxolouve’s trust was worth it as he left me alone in his room with his painting supplies. Did I want to paint something for him? No. I just wanted his palette knife—it was the only unsuspecting thing I could even think to use to cut through the collar. It wasn’t sharp, but it was made of metal and I wasn’t squandering my chances.

My heart raced at each minute that passed. The longer I remained stuck here, the sooner Tauxolouve would return. Ever since he agreed to stop stalking me from the reflection pool, his next best bet was hurrying to do his work in the Heavens in order to quickly return to me. That didn’t give me much alone time at all.

Snap

I flinched, the metal chains hitting the floor with a clatter as the collar fell from my neck. Tossing the metal knife aside, I grabbed the small band of leather that had been keeping me trapped there all those weeks. At the very least, I was taking it with me—not for sentimental purposes, but if I were to be caught by another god… I didn’t want to be returned to Tauxolouve’s room. As a last resort, I could use it to prove what Tauxolouve was doing to me. Unless… they were all on his side.

My best bet was to avoid all the gods together. The fewer witnesses to see me leave, the better. Only… that was easier said than done in a mansion of 12 zodiac gods. It seemed I was destined to fail. Not ten minutes out of Tauxolouve’s room, I ran into Aigonorus who was staring at me intently. His gaze made my heart drop as I waited impatiently for him to either act on my escape or say something.

“I thought you were sick.” His blunt statement made a sigh of relief leave my lips.

“Yeah,” I hesitantly agreed, coming up with a story on the spot. “But I’ve been feeling better. I was just going to go out for a bit… I’ll be back later though, so no one has to worry.”

Aigonorus’ eyebrows furrowed and my heart raced in anxiety. I thought it was a pretty convincing story, but he didn’t look sold. It took him a moment of silence before he asked, “Can one of my heralds go with you? The human world’s been pretty rough lately and Lou would be upset if something happened to you.”

I wondered… if Aigonorus’ heralds could sense ill-intentions like other animals could. They were divine beasts, surely their instincts were far superior to a normal animal. “O- Okay… That’s fine.” Maybe I’d feel safer with one of his heralds anyway.

Accepting the offered protection, I left the mansion with the fairly large goat without running into any other gods. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with Aigonorus’ herald since I didn’t actually have any intention of returning to the mansion. Did this mean the goat would just follow me until I returned? Or would Aigonorus just summon it back whenever he decided I was gone for too long?

I successfully made my escape from Tauxolouve, but what was my next step? I couldn’t go home, I’d easily be found. Hell… he would probably search the reflection pool as soon as he found me gone. I’d be found within the next 24 hours, that was for sure. So, what to do with my temporary freedom… and a goat?

I came to a halt as my knees hit the firm body of the divine animal in front of me. “Huh…?” The goat stood firmly between me and the path ahead, its eyes locked on the empty road before us. “H- Hey, what are you doing? I have a limited window here, buddy. You better think about moving or I’ll tell Aigonorus that my guard was a pretty stubborn choice.” I didn’t think it could understand me, but with the way it turned its head toward me and started ushering me with its horns back toward the mansion, I assumed I offended it. “I was just kidding! We’re not going back to the mansion, little guy!” Though, trying to get around the herald, it refused to let me pass. “Honestly, what is wrong with divine beings and telling me what to do and what not to do?”

“Don’t worry. We’re not divine beings, so maybe you’ll obey us without trouble.”

My head snapped up at the sound of that familiar voice. The herald turned around as well, standing in front of me like the guardian that it was. It had been a long time since I’d seen anyone from the Under Realm. It was strange to see Servillah again, especially in the forest that was so close to the mansion. But these dark gods always came in pairs, and I turned quickly, rightfully expecting the second of them to be behind me.

Crow chuckled at how fast I turned to find him. “You’re pretty clever. I’m honored that you remembered me from our last meeting, goddess of fate. What’s this little pet you have with you? A gift from that god?”

“My guard,” I answered sharply. Though, I wondered if I should willingly go with these guys instead of letting Tauxolouve lock me away again. I faltered, a dangerous idea entering my head. If I let them take me, Tauxolouve would come to save me in no time… But he’s just a demigod against two dark gods. …Still, did I hate Tauxolouve enough to want him to die over this? Did I want freedom that badly to risk the entire world?

Lost in my own thoughts, it startled me when Crow lunged at me, causing the herald to charge forward, landing a direct hit on him. Only, this left me open for Servillah who was quick to grab me while simultaneously landing an attack on the goat. My eyes widened as the goat cried out before vanishing. Did they just kill it?

Servillah huffed in disappointment. “That was easy for a divine beast. C’mon. Let’s go before those gods come to interfere.” It was terrifying to be dragged around by dark gods, especially when I was brought to the under realm where I could hardly breathe without choking on the air. “You’re absolutely weak. Good thing all we need in there is your soul.”

“Wait…” I muttered quietly. What possessed me to go to dark gods with a request like this? Couldn’t I have just gotten help from one of the other gods? No… They’d have been on Tauxolouve’s side. These dark gods are the only ones who didn’t care about anything besides their dark king. “I… I’d like to make a deal.”

Both their faces scrunched up, disbelieving what I was saying. Glancing at each other, Servillah took the bait and asked, “And what’s that? We’re not sending you back to those gods.”

“That’s not it,” I shook my head, my heart thrumming in my chest. “I want to know if it’s possible for you to kill a god… a demigod,” I corrected myself. They needed to know exactly what they were going to be dealing with.

Their eyes widened. I could see the wheels turning in their head that they must be jumping to the wrong conclusion—but they were right. I wanted them to kill someone. Crow’s eyes narrowed as he finally asked, “What’s the deal?”

“I’ll give you my soul… If you can stop that demigod from getting me.”

Servillah scoffed, grabbing my arm to continue dragging me as he lost interest in my offer. “What the hell do you think we mean when we say we’re taking your soul for our King? It doesn’t matter if that god dies, you’re gonna die, regardless.” That’s right… taking my soul meant I was going to die—Zyglavis had explained that to me once. But if Aigonorus found out that his goat died protecting me then that only meant that Tauxolouve was going to show up soon.

“I don’t care,” I uttered, my eyes glued to the ground as I tried my best not to trip over my own two feet. “What’s the point of being alive if… if I’m - I can’t livI know he’s going to come… I just want to know if you’re powerful enough to kill a crn obsessedmigod.”

Crow scoffed, following close behind Servillah as they dragged me to where they were intent on resurrecting their Dark King. “What a pathetic goldfish… choosing to die over being saved by a god.” Yet again, the two dark gods glanced at each other. They played it off that they weren’t concerned with anyone coming after me… but if I feared getting rescued by a god, then they weren’t entirely sure they wanted to keep me for longer than necessary. The best thing they could do is resurrect their King and let him deal with the crazy god. Crow muttered, “Let’s hurry and get this over with.” The two seemed to agree at least.

Did I want to die…? Not really. Still, I meant what I said. Maybe if I were lucky, the two dark gods would kill Tauxolouve and then the other gods could rescue me. At least then I’d be free. But what were the chances of that happening? A short scream left my lips as a flash of light skimmed past me, hitting the ground ahead of us.

Servillah spun around, his eyes locking onto the god that hovered above us with his bow in one hand and an arrow of divine light in the other. Servillah hissed, “The god of Sagittarius…” They wouldn’t be able to do their job if this god was hovering. Shoving me into the arms of Crow, Servillah said, “Go summon him. I’ll handle this half-god.”

Only… that’s not how things were going to go. Tauxolouve had his own plans, and he wouldn’t let these dark gods get away with stealing me for their own means. It was bad enough that I’d willingly run off. His divine powers only seemed to grow in tandem with his desperation to get me back. Sending a singular arrow to make Crow pause, the second was enough extra time for him. He impaled an arrow through Servillah with his quick descent, his eyes landing on Crow.

Now… Servillah wasn’t dead just yet, but Tauxolouve’s intention wasn’t to kill them right away. They threatened his love’s life. They didn’t deserve a merciful death—they were demons.

Crow glared at the god before us before promising, “This human belongs to our Dark King! Whether or not you kill us… she won’t live long enough.” As if to keep his word, he shoved me backwards, a door slamming shut in front of me as I stumbled to the floor.

Frantically, I glanced around the dark space, realizing I was cut off from the fight outside. This palace was likely for the Dark King, but he wasn’t resurrected. As far as I was aware, I was trapped in there until either side came out victorious. But that look in Tauxolouve’s eyes terrified me… Did he really mean to nearly hit me with that arrow? As the God of Sagittarius, his aim was true. There was no way he was aiming for Crow or Servillah… but why?

Scrambling back to my feet, I glanced down the hall, cautiously making my way through the dim halls. The air of the under realm was enough to suffocate me, but I couldn’t sit there and wait for the victor to come to me. At the very least, I could postpone my fate.

***

Tauxolouve hated this. Taking down two dark gods was nothing for him, but now he was back to tracking me down. Hadn’t I ran for long enough? Was his warning not good enough to stick in my head? If I’d rather die than be with him, then he’d show me just what a mistake that was.

He took his time with extinguishing the two dark gods, momentarily wielding their powers for his own use. It wasn’t like I could go very far, it wouldn’t take him long to track me down. Those pitter patters coming from down the hall… that was me scrambling around for an exit. His heart ached at the thought that I’d be trying to run from him so desperately. Well, perhaps I had a right to do so. After all, Tauxolouve had no intention of holding back this time. Everything was clear to him now.

***

Every house had a back door, didn’t it? Well, this wasn’t a house but still! There had to be an exit, at least some way to get out! After hearing the door that separated us slam into a wall, I knew their fight was long over. No matter how I looked at it… even if I escaped this palace, there was no way for me to escape the under realm without help.

I stared helplessly at the wall that ran down two separate halls. There were two directions to pick from, but nowhere that could save me from the inevitable.

“You know… this is funny,” Tauxolouve’s voice made me shiver as he slowly approached.

Though, turning around, my eyes widened as my heart stuttered. Why was his bow ready at his side as if he were ready to attack… me? I willed my legs to back away from him, my eyes trained on the arrow that could lift to me at any second. “There’s nothing funny about this situation, Lou… You need to calm down!” I wanted him to put his weapon away.

“You’re the one yelling,” he pointed out, his expression uncharacteristically blank.

“You’re…” I faltered, almost too panicked to come up with a convincing argument when I didn’t even know what was going on in his head. “This is out of hand. Aren’t you… overreacting…?”

“Overreacting?” He repeated, testing the word on his lips before shaking his head. “But… maybe I should apologize first. I’m terribly sorry. This is my fault, isn’t it? If I had explained everything while you were still being good and obedient for me then things wouldn’t have gotten this far and I wouldn’t have to instill this into you now.” He sighed, almost sounding disappointed with the way things turned out. “You know… my power allows me to see the death of the person I kiss. I’ve never understood why you were always going to die by my hand… not until now.”

I froze in fear as he pulled his arrow back, tilting the bow upward until I was left staring down the edge of a light-made arrow. “L- Lou… Please, you can’t just…” I trailed off. What did he really want to hear right now? He wasn’t serious, was he? He never hinted that he would be the one to kill me—that kind of thing isn’t just something you can hide from the person you’re holding captive! “I- I’m sorry if you’re mad about me running off! I didn’t know-”

“Don’t apologize now. You’ll be okay,” he said, offering me a gentle smile without lowering his weapon. “I’m going to kill you.”

***

Tauxolouve sighed, his weapon vanishing from his hands. He wasn’t sure he could bring himself to actually kill me as soon as he saw the tears rolling down my cheeks. But in the end, I let this entire thing happen. If I’d stayed in his room, then fate might have been kinder.

His fingers gently trailed over my cheeks, wiping the tears that had fallen. He noted how warm my body was, though he knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long if he didn’t act quickly. Taking me into his arms, he made a swift return to the mansion. Of course, he expected the discord.

“So…” Leon stared evenly at Tauxolouve, not betraying his emotions. “The dark gods failed to bring back the dark king… but they still got away with one last act.”

The living room was silent, no god daring to speak during such a grave moment. Tauxolouve had failed to save me—no one was willing to point that out. It still made quite an impact as Tauxolouve requested, “Let me use the stars in my eyes. Let me bring her back.”

Partheno’s eyebrows furrowed as he asked, “What are you trying to do? (Name)’s… gone. Is this worth weakening yourself over?”

Ichthys quickly stood from the sofa, his eyes flickering between me, Tauxolouve, and Partheno. “I’ll heal her. If you use your stars, I’ll heal her wounds.”

Their gazes snapped to the young god and Partheno started, “Ichthys-”

“We’re not permitted to interfere in human life or death,” Karno reiterated the law that was going through all their heads. But, he added with a hopeful gaze, “But (Name) didn’t die on Earth. We failed to protect her… It’s only right that we fix this.” His eyes trailed back to Tauxolouve. “Are you willing to make this sacrifice for her?”

They all knew the answer was yes. Tauxolouve was nothing if not a devoted boyfriend. “I’ll do anything for her. Even if it means facing the repercussions of what those dark gods did…”

This time it was Dui who worriedly asked, “Won’t this severely weaken the Department of Wishes?”

Leon scoffed, glancing at Huedhaut before he watched with careful eyes as Tauxolouve was setting me on the sofa next to Ichthys. Quietly, Leon commented, “We’ve handled it once before. They’ve made their decisions. You best worry about your fish.” Their eyes flickered to Ichthys who didn’t seem to care much about restraining his powers for me.

Still, Leon was by Tauxolouve’s side for the exchange. He knew Tauxolouve would be weak afterwards and was prepared to offer his power to keep him stable.

While most of the worry was on the health of Tauxolouve and Ichthys, they also expected me to have a harsh reaction upon waking up. Dying was a pretty scarring experience—if only they knew why this particular murder was scarring.

My hands weakly grasped at my chest as I gasped for air. My vision blurred and my world spun around me as I tried to regain my bearings, sitting up on the sofa. I was sure I died… So where was I? I squeezed my eyes shut, doing my best to restore my vision. Only, maybe it was too soon to do so. Opening my eyes, a shudder ran through my body at finding Tauxolouve staring down at me. I couldn’t register what was going on, all my body knew was to go.

Fleeing was much harder than it looked, however. The minute I was on my feet and trying to run, I stumbled into the arms of another god. “H- Hey,” Dui, stuttered, trying to keep me on my feet. “You can’t be moving around like that.”

“(Name), please, your body is still weak, sit down,” Tauxolouve tried to direct, unable to get to me himself since he still needed Leon to keep him standing. In fact, he looked on the verge of passing out if not for being held up. Tauxolouve still tried to soothe my panic, “The dark gods aren’t here. They’ve been taken care of. The dark king won’t be revived.”

“I don’t give a shit about the dark gods,” I growled back, pulling out of Dui’s arms only to trip forward and land in the waiting arms of Huedhaut who was trying to get me to calm down. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Were all the gods in cahoots now? Didn’t they care Tauxolouve was a killer? Why were they on his side and not mine? Clutching my chest, searching for the gaping wound from his arrow I stuttered, “Why… Why am I back here? Why am I alive?”

Teorus leaned closer, his hand rubbing against my head, hoping that it would comfort me. “Lou gave his stars to save you, (Name). Don’t worry, those nasty dark gods can’t come back for you. They were all taken care-”

“The dark gods?” I repeated, my blurred eyes locking onto Tauxolouve who was staring at me evenly. I wasn’t allowed to pull away from Huedhaut who was trying to make sure I didn’t hurt myself. My frantic clawing at his hands to release me wasn’t helping my case. “Bullshit!” I howled, my terrified glare boring into him. “He killed me!” My accusation made the other gods regard Tauxolouve with as much surprise as confusion, but I wasn’t finished. “He shot me with one of his arrows! The dark gods saved me from him!”

As weak as Tauxolouve was, he logically explained, “The dark gods got into your head, (Name). Don’t you remember? I’m your boyfriend.”

“No,” I uttered. My boyfriend wouldn’t have raised a weapon to me. “No, no! Stop lying! Stop it!”

I screamed at the weak god, only making Huedhaut’s grip around my waist grow firmer. “Calm down, you’re going to over-work yourself. Look. He won’t hurt you and you have all of us here with you. Don’t you trust us?”

I thought I trusted these gods… but they were siding with him. They didn’t believe me because he already put lies in their heads. “I don’t,” I hissed, glaring at Huedhaut with trembling lips. They were from the Department of Wishes… they were Tauxolouve’s friends, of course they would side with him. The only person who would probably listen would be Zyglavis—the unbiased hand of justice…

Huedhaut rubbed his fingers across my forehead delicately. “What did that monster put into your head?” He sighed.

“I think we’ll need time to recover,” Tauxolouve suggested, some strength back in him thanks to Leon’s powers. “It just breaks my heart to see her hate me so…” He put on the saddest pair of eyes he could muster as I openly tried to kill him with my glower. “It’s difficult to admit, but I can’t send her home in this condition. As her lover, I’m naturally obligated to care for her. I think it would be best for me to return her proper mindset on my own. What do you think, Hue?”

Huedhaut hummed, his eyes scanning me before he nodded his head. “If you think you can handle taking care of her, I have no reason to object. You were there when they manipulated her, after all. It may be best for you to handle her mental health from here on out—it will provide stability of care, in any case.”

None of them understood what they were doing. Huedhaut didn’t even realize he was betraying me for a monster. Not a single god present understood that they were agreeing to let this man lock me up in his room for no reason other than his own selfish and sinful desires.

Distressed tears rolling down my cheeks, I screamed, “I hate you!” The gods in the room flinched in surprise. They’d never heard me so distressed and so vengeful toward anyone before. If anything, this was proving Tauxolouve’s point even further. But the god most familiar with the under realm was Zyglavis. My thoughts returned to him again. He’d be able to vouch for me. This wasn’t the work of dark powers, this was Tauxolouve. Helpless, I did the only thing I could. Swinging my elbow back, Huedhaut’s head reeled back from the impact. With his grip loosened enough for me to escape, I ran from the living room.

Immediately, Tauxolouve was on my case, but his energy was still low from giving me his stars. Unfortunately, he had to rely on another god to catch me. Fortunately for him, he knew Karno and Aigonorus were on his side in thinking I desperately needed their help. My frantic little show to get away from him just proved how warped my mind was. I needed Tauxolouve and even the wise man Huedhaut could agree with him.

I ran through the hall, but even I knew I couldn’t outrun gods. I only prayed that I’d be able to reach Zyglavis—someone who’d believe me, or at least take my words without a grain of salt. Only, the minute I saw Scorpio down the hall, I couldn’t run fast enough as a shorter form appeared in front of me and I tripped on the floor. Aigonorus had summoned one of his stupid goats!

Scorpio’s eyes widened as I laid sprawled at his feet. “What the hell…”

Before I could shove myself off of the floor, arms wrapped around me and they pulled me into a chest. “Let go,” I screamed, desperately trying to break away from my captor. “Don’t bring me back!” This was really life or death in my eyes. I didn’t want to be stuck with him, the man who killed me in cold blood.

Aigonorus tried his best not to get hit by me as I struggled in his arms. He looked frantically toward Karno. “W- What do I do?”

Scorpio’s confused eyes flickered between the gods, not receiving any answer as to what was going on in front of him. Finally, he snapped, “What the hell is wrong with the goldfish?”

“The dark gods have manipulated her,” Karno explained, his pitying eyes trailing over me. “She thinks Lou is trying to kill her… We can’t send her home like this, she might get hurt or hurt someone else. All we can do is give it time and let Lou try to help her.”

“No!” My voice only grew louder, startling Aigonorus.

Karno winced, finally deciding. “We don’t have a choice… She needs to sleep.”

Aigonorus nodded his head, holding my struggling form down. However, like a light at the end of a tunnel, I found Zyglavis walking down the hall toward me. I desperately tried to pull from Aigonorus’s arms, but he snapped his fingers and my vision blurred. “N- No… Zyg…la…vis…”

***

It was considerably quiet compared to how it was when I first woke up in the living room. By now I understood perfectly well that Tauxolouve had manipulated the other gods into thinking I was simply ‘unwell’. Telling the truth would have been too difficult for him. So, I wasn’t that surprised to find myself back in Tauxolouve’s bed. I expected to be discarded there, left to Tauxolouve’s mercy.

But around my ankles were silver clasps that were connected to chains that trailed off the edge of the bed. The length of the chain gave a very slim opportunity for movement—not that I had the energy to move, anyway. My mind felt like it was covered with fog, making it difficult to take in my situation as it was. Sitting up was a lethargic process itself as I tried to investigate my new situation.

Did the gods do this to me for my own good… Or was this more of Tauxolouve’s handiwork? He had me in a collar before… I wasn't about to put this past him. But with the behaviors of the other gods, I wasn't sure I would put this past them either. Huedhaut was more than willing to agree with Tauxolouve’s suggestions. After all… Tauxolouve, more than anyone else in the world, had my best interest at heart. Didn't he?

My eyes flickered to the door, finding Tauxolouve smiling in the doorframe. It wasn't a malicious smile or a smile of restrained anger, as I would have expected. This smile was… soft, one of love and affection.

Those eyes made my heart stutter, and I quickly averted my gaze, glaring at the shimmering chains. He didn't have the right to look at me like that after everything he had done.

I refused to return his gaze as the door clicked closed and he approached the bed. Finally, he broke the silence, “I'm glad you're awake. I was worried Aigonorus might have hurt you with his powers. I would have had to address him about it… But seeing you awake makes me feel very warm inside. I'm glad you're back, (Name). It was torture having you away from me for so long. Aren't you glad to be back home?”

I pursed my lips, my gaze narrowing on the chains that bound me to his room. “This isn't my home.” There was no point in mincing words. I didn't need to pretend to love him, he didn't pretend like he wasn't my captor.

The bed dipped, but thankfully he hardly moved closer as he quietly coaxed, “I know it might feel less like home with the chains… But you terrified me and the other gods. It devastated me when you ran off and were taken by those dark gods.”

He fell silent. It went unspoken, but we both knew my escape was deliberate. My trip to the under realm with Crow and Servillah was also willing. “You deserve to know what fear feels like. You could never understand what you put me through.”

“Please, don't say that,” his voice cracked as he almost desperately reached for my hand. He didn't allow me to pull away from his touch as his fingers painfully tightened around my wrist. My eyes flickered up to his, finding the tears that were nearly ready to spill. “I was terrified… I knew what I had to do when I found you down there. I knew you would die. I just…” He faltered, the tears finally dripping down his cheeks as he desperately pulled my frozen body into his arms. “I just didn't know if I'd be able to bring you back to me once I'd done it! I was terrified I'd have to live out the rest of my life with the memory of you. That thought scares me and really hurts me.”

He acted… as if he had the right to be crying on my shoulder. He didn't have to point that arrow at me. He didn't have to go after me at all. He could've considered me a loss and cried about it with the other gods. Why did he act like he's the one who just experienced the greatest tragedy of our time when I was the one who was murdered by him?!

I hissed, “You mean you'd have to live with the fact that you’re a killer!” He stared at me like a confused child as I shoved him away, putting space between us, lest I lash out and try to unsuccessfully kill him myself. “You're making this sob story and lying to the other gods. I wish you'd have had to suffer alone for what you did! I won't be your shoulder to cry on! I'll never stop trying to leave, to escape, to run away from you.”

First, he was happy to find me awake. Then, he turned into a pitiful mess at recalling the ‘tragedy’ that befell him. But… The fire behind those eyes of his was something that sent shivers down my spine. How could a fire be so cold?

Slowly, he finally said, “You don't really have any more chances at life.” Turning away, he took a moment to collect himself before continuing with his threat. “I can't sacrifice any more stars for you, and I sincerely doubt any of the other gods will feel as inclined as I was to use the stars in their eyes for you. After all, it would be tragic for you to run off and have an unforgiving accident. As much as I loathe the idea of you not existing in this world with me… I loathe even more the idea of you existing with anyone who isn't me. Leave me again and you won't be coming back.” He blinked, his eyes slowly trailing up to meet mine. “Do you understand what kind of position you're in now?”

Did I understand? Of course, I did! I was in the hands of a psycho! How could he be so calm when threatening my life like that? It was as if our past together suddenly meant absolutely nothing to him. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how he always felt about our relationship or if this was fairly new.

“(Name),” he called my name again, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Do you understand what's expected of you?”

I faltered, unsure of what to answer at first. At the very least, I knew how to survive with Tauxolouve and that had to count for something. Hesitantly, I nodded my head. “Y- Yes… I do.”

All I could do to live was stay calm and take rational actions. Eventually, maybe not soon, but eventually I’d convince one of the other gods to save me from my dire situation. Would I survive then? I couldn't say. All that mattered in my mind was giving Tauxolouve the ending he deserved. I didn't really care what the other gods did once they realized his crimes; it was none of my business. But I'd have my justice.

After the cool threat to get me to behave around him, Tauxolouve did a fairly good job at taking care of me. I couldn't say the food was anything less than extravagant, especially when Tauxolouve was hand feeding me to ensure I wouldn't attempt to stab him in the back with so much as a spoon—or better yet, escape again.

I was back in the same habits as before my grand failure of an escape. If he said it was time for a bath, it was time for a bath. If he said it was time to exercise to preserve my muscles, then I'd better be moving in the next ten minutes or he was dragging me out of bed and to my doom. If he said it was time to go outside, he would take me outside—but god forbid I make any unnecessary movements that might make him think I was trying to flee.

It was bad enough he trusted me so little as to ban me from wearing shoes. After all, I couldn't run very far with nothing to protect my fragile human feet, as my captor said. In a way, he was right. Even if I made it outside the mansion, I'd be much slower than I would be if I had shoes.

It was difficult being around the man responsible for my death… How could I face the very god who sent an arrow through my heart? How could I have not been deathly terrified of Tauxolouve's hidden intentions?

Tauxolouve was a fairly graceful god when he wasn't doing something that required precision. So, by all means, he wasn't entirely as clumsy as he claimed to be. His ‘accidental’ sudden movements when he was around me had to be on purpose. How else could he explain it? He always enjoyed teasing me… even before he became my worst nightmare. This was nothing more than another way for him to get a reaction out of me.

At the very least, to soothe my anxiety, Tauxolouve tried to find me a creative outlet. Of course, his go-to option was painting—something I could have done without. Painting was something I’d avoided since finding out his true nature. But if it made him leave me alone, I figured it was worth my time to put colors on a canvas.

“You've been doing very well for me, love. Why don't you paint while I go to work today? I'm not sure how long I'll be gone since I'm making a trip to the Heavens…” He paused, and he couldn't help but smile as he added, “So, I won’t leave the chain on. But, I trust you'll stay in place if I seal the windows and doors.”

Truthfully, he trusted me, and that's what I was banking on. I'd been waiting patiently and biding my time for him to give me an opening to escape and get the help I needed. Whether that day was today… I couldn't say. But this was a start, at the very least, and I wouldn’t push my luck unless success was guaranteed.

Glancing up at Tauxolouve, I realized he was waiting for a response and I quickly nodded my head. “I'll… stay and paint.”

He grinned excitedly as if he had finally won something. He was certain of winning my obedience, that much I was certain of. But he still pushed his luck. “Aren't I going to get a kiss goodbye?” After a long moment of silence, he relented, “Perhaps next time you'll feel inclined to see me off properly. Or maybe I'll get that kiss when I return, hm?” Being met with silence once again, he sighed. “I'll see you this afternoon, love.”

He wrapped his arms around me, something I only copied for the sake of having him leave faster. Though, his lips pressing against my head was something I definitely wasn't copying. He was pleased enough with my behavior and soon left me alone in the quiet room.

The silence seemed comparably enjoyable considering the company I faced nearly 24 hours a day. But the easel in the center of the room didn't make me feel better. It was just another piece of Tauxolouve in my life. Ever since he locked me in his room, I'd been less inclined to have anything to do with art. I'd stopped sketching in my books; why did he think I'd like something he enjoyed?

I stared at the blank canvas for the longest time before finally approaching it, my footfalls quiet on the hard floor. There was nothing in particular that I wanted to paint. I could've painted an ugly painting of Tauxolouve, but I had a feeling he wouldn't appreciate that very much—my goal was to gain his trust, not piss him off and make my situation worse.

All I could bring myself to paint were lines of color, an expression of my morbid feelings. On the inside, I felt like I could scream, throw the paint, make a disaster of his room—but all the energy I once had to fight him was gone, replaced with my desire to escape and win. Still, my repressed feelings only encouraged me to cover my hands in red shades of paint, spattering the unfinished canvas of colors.

A sudden knock on the door made me turn in fright, my foot catching the edge of the easel, sending me crashing into the paint-filled easel. Was Tauxolouve back already? But he never knocked on the door before entering…

The door flung open unprompted, drawing a shriek out of me as I hid my face behind my pain-covered arms. It wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t want to see Tauxolouve’s wrath at my misstep.

“(Name)?” My frightened gaze landed on Karno, who was watching me with wide eyes. “You’re… Are you okay?” Before I could respond, he was already by my side, trying to assess me for any injuries. Though, I was too dazed to comprehend the danger we were in. “Are you hurt? Can you talk to me? Do you want me to get Lou for you?”

No. No, no, no! My brain was screaming at me to cry for help. The tears left my eyes, but I couldn’t describe my situation to Karno. He needed to save me from this demented demigod but he would just brush me off again; I was sure. “I don’t want…” But I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know everything.

Bad Ending 1/2

“Karno?” My breath caught in my throat, more tears pouring from my eyes as Tauxolouve appeared in the doorframe. If only I spoke up sooner… “What are you doing with (Name)?”

I locked eyes with Karno, silently begging him to save me. But my only hope hesitantly turned from my side to face Tauxolouve and answer him. “I came looking for you before I heard a crash in your room. I thought (Name) fell and got hurt. She didn't want to talk to me, so I was about to go find you. You showed up just in time.”

I held my breath as Tauxolouve approached us, quickly taking Karno’s place beside me. My voice cracked as I tried to apologize. “I'm sorry…” Maybe if I was as cooperative as possible then Karno would be free from Tauxolouve's wrath.

“Don't worry about apologizing,” he stopped me, only making my anxiety rise by displeasing him. “Tell me if you're hurt.” The silence was thick for a moment. If I said yes, that I was hurt, would he take it easy on me? “(Name),” he repeated, directing my attention to him. “Yes or no?”

“N- No…”

“Good,” Karno sighed in relief. At least I didn't get hurt in his presence while Tauxolouve wasn't around. “Lou, you seem preoccupied… Come find me later. Leon and I have something work-related to discuss. It's nothing pressing, so take your time.”

Offering me a smile and a quiet farewell, Karno left the room. Of course, Tauxolouve stared at me the whole time for any reaction to the wishes god. Though, upon reaching for me, my premature wince made him pause. “(Name),” he forced my name, making me draw my limbs closer to myself in anticipation. “I’m serious, are you hurt?” He paused. “I won’t be mad. I want to help you.”

Again, I shook my head silently. “I- I tripped… I just…” I wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain everything he'd seen. Having Karno alone in the room with me looked bad enough, I had no idea how Tauxolouve was feeling. His comforting smile gave nothing away.

He reached his hands out to me, though he surprised me with how careful his motions were. “Well then, if you’re feeling fine enough to walk, let me bring you take a bath. You’re covered in paint. I’ll handle everything else when we get back.”

I was afraid of whatever punishment might have come from Karno being alone with me, but it seemed that Tauxolouve suspected nothing of actually happening for the short time he wasn’t in the room. To make matters worse… I missed a completely golden opportunity to be rescued from him.

But was the threat of death really that bad? So what if I died? Then I wouldn’t have to be around Tauxolouve. I wasn't entirely sure I would mind if he extinguished my stars, preventing me from being reincarnated. I didn’t want to live this life, and I certainly didn’t want a future carnation of myself to go through the same suffering.

But in the bath, I finally revealed my opinion quietly as he washed the paint off of me. “Karno could have taken me away from you…” He glanced at me evenly, but I was annoyed when a smile tugged on his lips. I wanted to spite him. I wanted him to feel scared—threatened. “Then Zyglavis might’ve tried to get you extinguished for what you did.”

“You still think the other gods would suspect me of doing harm to my true love?” His eyebrows furrowed, clearly not wanting to have this conversation. “I don’t know what point you’re trying to get at, but the Dark King hurt you… I’m only doing my best with you. Leaving me isn’t an option, no matter what you try or who you go to. I’m almost tempted to let you try again. Another god is bound to return you to me.”

“You’re cruel.”

“Only because I want what’s best for my darling.”

“I hate you.”

There was a tense pause. He was quiet… too quiet and too still. Before long, I felt a hand over my head, dunking me into the water. I was too startled to have taken a breath—choking and spluttering in the water before he finally pulled me out of the water of his own accord. Staring impassionately at how I spat out water, sputtering for a breath of air, he requested, “Why don't you tell me you love me?” I stubbornly remained silent, though I knew I'd suffer for it. How long would it take another god to realize they sent me with a monster? How long until they saved me? “I hate to do this, but you're making this more difficult than it has to be. I won’t tolerate this behavior.”

Dunking me back underwater, I was doing my best to time when he would drag me back up, only to face the same request. My frantic clawing at his wrist did nothing to help me. Heck, it might have made him angrier, but despite my stubborn behavior, I was terrified deep down. Even as a demigod with one set of stars in his eyes, he was still a god, and he was dangerously unhinged.

I hated him.

I didn’t understand why he couldn’t wrap it around his head. I wasn’t going to say I loved him. “N- No,” I choked out, gasping for air. “I don’t-” And back underwater I went, over and over again.

He was lessening the time I spent above water. When it came down to it, I wasn’t sure he’d even hear me if I told him I loved him. It was a terrifying predicament. But my struggling ceased when I found myself under for longer than I could handle. I needed air! I couldn’t breathe! My vision was blotting out. “I love you!” I tried to scream, though, clearly failed to have him hear me. All it managed was for me to take in water and my vision went out for a minute.

When I next opened my eyes, I was leaning against the side of the tub, hacking up water that was forced into my lungs. My limbs were shaking as I felt Tauxolouve rubbing his hand along my back. “There, there. I think you were trying to tell me something before I nearly drowned you to death.”

He was… willing to kill me over words? Escaping was one thing, but suddenly I couldn’t speak my own opinion without him trying to kill me? Still, I was too traumatized to think he was faking it. Quickly, I began repeating it like a prayer, “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

“Fake,” he muttered, making my heart drop before he sighed and said, “We’ll work on it until you can say it with more honesty… just like you used to. Now, let me finish washing that paint from your fingernails so we can get back to my room.”

***

“I just want to love you…” He would remind me every day. “I want you close to me.” What he wanted, he took.

At the very least, Tauxolouve was calm; he was caring. He granted every single wish, even the ones I never made. I wished for him to hold me closer in bed? Maybe in his head I wished for that.

Though… One thing I wished for that I never got was my Louie back. He always blamed it on the dark gods, never understanding that he was the one who changed in my eyes. Of course, he was a god so we could never really understand each other's morals. But I refused to forgive him. Murder wasn't something I could brush off.

I was sure I'd have more chances in the future to make an even greater escape. After all, it wouldn't be the last time I'd get the chance to speak to another god.

Good Ending 2/2

All I could bring myself to paint was lines of color, an expression of my morbid feelings. On the inside, I felt like I could scream, throw the paint, make a disaster of his room—but all the energy I once had to fight him was gone, replaced with my desire to escape and win. Still, my repressed feelings only encouraged me to cover my hands in red shades of paint, spattering the unfinished work of colors.

A sudden knock on the door made me turn in fright, my foot catching the edge of the easel, sending me tumbling into the paint. Was Tauxolouve back already? He never knocked on the door before entering…

The door flung open unprompted, drawing a shriek out of me as I hid my face behind my pain-covered arms. It wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t want to see Tauxolouve’s wrath at my misstep.

No. No, no, no! My brain was screaming at me to cry for help. The tears left my eyes, but I couldn’t describe my situation to Karno. He needed to save me from this psychotic demigod but he would just brush me off again; I was sure. “I don’t want…” But I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know everything. But he would reject me again, wouldn't he?

“Hey,” Karno gently called, treating me as softly as he could. “Don’t worry about the mess. Lou won’t be angry about it. I just want to know if you're hurt. Are you?”

My eyes flickered around for any injuries, but I felt fine, if not embarrassed from the crash. But the paint all over caused me a different kind of distress that wasn't allowed to stay for long. As soon as he noted my stress, he snapped his fingers, the paint vanishing from my body as if it were never there to begin with.

Still, I had to answer his question honestly. “Y- Yes,” I whispered to him. “...I want to leave.”

His eyes met mine, and we paused for a moment. “Is your head still bothering you?”

“It's… not my head.” Drawing my legs closer to me, I tugged my pants higher, staring at the bruises that surrounded my ankles, byproducts of the cuffs that I once fought against.

“(Name)...” He said my name in a shocked tone, his fingers lightly trailing across the discolored skin. “Did you show Lou?”

I blinked, my eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Lou isn't here.”

“Didn't you see him-”

“No,” I interrupted him. That wasn't Lou. I hadn't seen Lou in months. “He doesn't care, anyway. He said it was my fault.”

“What did you do?”

I stared at him evenly before my gaze fell to the floor. I wondered if I stayed calm if he would actually consider my words of complaint? Would he save me? Or would he tell Tauxolouve what I said and get me into even more trouble? It wasn't like I could make the situation any worse by saying the truth. “I was trying to get out of the chains he put me in.”

Karno faltered. “Chains?”

A glance around the room wouldn't reveal anything. The chains were gone now, Tauxolouve removed them as soon as I'd started ‘behaving’. I wondered if Karno noticed the windows and doors were sealed with Tauxolouve's powers. “They were so I wouldn't escape again. But he figured I couldn’t do anything if he blocked the door and windows. So… he took the chains off.”

Silently considering my words, he finally spoke, “Wait here for a moment. Don't move.” He kept a careful eye on me, but certain that I wouldn’t disobey him, he left my side. His eyes diligently scanned the room, but caught nothing out of place.

Considering my words, he approached the windows, finding exactly what I told him. He found it hard to believe at first, wondering what could have possibly been going through Tauxolouve's head. Though he had no answers to all his questions, he had me, an innocent victim, sitting right in front of him.

But he and the other gods took Tauxolouve's word over mine… So how did that make them better? This only made Karno wonder if my accusations of Tauxolouve having killed me in the under realm… Was I telling the truth? And Tauxolouve ended up with exactly what he wanted: me to himself, locked away with no one to question whether or not this decision would help or hurt me.

“(Name),” Karno hoarsely called my name, frantically falling beside me. My eyes widened in trepidation as his fingers gently searched for further injuries, only falling back to the most obvious ones around my ankles. His eyes imploringly searched mine as if begging me to tell him a lie. “Did Tauxolouve… kill you?”

Silently, I stared at Karno with tears pooling and cascading down my cheeks. So a god finally believed me… Why did they have to realize the truth so late?

“Karno?” I flinched, my eyes flickering to Tauxolouve who stood in the frame of the open door. “What's going on here?”

Karno met my petrified gaze for a brief second before finally rising and turning on his heel to face Tauxolouve. For the moment… he would treat this as a civil conversation. “I came looking for you and heard a crash in your room. I had to make sure (Name) wasn't hurt. I cleaned up all the paint for you.”

Tauxolouve didn't seem overly suspicious. In fact, he only appeared worried at the news, making Karno confused at what exactly was going on between the two of us. Tauxolouve frantically asked, “(Name), did you fall? Are you hurt?”

“She is,” Karno answered for me, making me lower my head to avoid making eye contact with Tauxolouve; he would surely be livid with me the longer Karno spoke. “Though, she wasn't injured from falling. Rather… She refused to speak with me, and I found bruises around her ankles.” His eyes glistened in accusation. “I wonder what those could have been from… if not chains.”

The room was thick with tension, but Tauxolouve was quick to wave the suspicion. “It was for the same reason we couldn't send her home. I feared for her health. The only reason there are bruises is because she was adamant about not cooperating with me. She couldn't attempt to harm me or herself if I limited her mobility.”

Karno hummed quietly, his gaze flickering back to me. The excuse was believable, but my fear was real. The only way he'd know for sure if I was being honest was by having Scorpio come into contact with me. Then they'd be able to judge my innermost thoughts and feelings—still how would they decide if my accusations were real or if they were byproducts of what those dark gods had done?

For now, however, he’d have to settle with getting Tauxolouve's answers in person. “I take it she's gotten better then… Being that she isn't currently in chains? Are the sealed windows and doors another form of insurance?”

“They are,” Tauxolouve agreed, peering carefully at Karno. “It would break my heart to have her run off and get hurt in this state.”

Karno sported his usual kind smile, and my heart ached at how he neglected to say anything even vaguely challenging to take me out of this place. “But I'm concerned about her mental health since her interaction with the dark gods. Have you made any progress with her? She seems… frightened.”

Tauxolouve nodded in solemn agreement. “She is. I'm doing my best to show that I'm not a threat. But, I have to say, seeing me extinguish those dark gods so soon after being manipulated by them must have left a horrifying image of me in her mind.” Sighing heavily, he muttered, “I only want her to love me… Nothing had to change… We could have gone back to being a loving couple…” Shaking his head and unclenching his fists, he asked, “Can we… be alone now? I'll take care of her and make sure she isn't hurt. The only way I can get her to love me and stop seeing me as a threat is by loving her and taking care of her when she needs me.”

“Of course,” Karno nodded his head in understanding, taking this as his cue to leave. Though, he didn't hesitate to shoot me a glance. “I don't want to impede her care. It seems there's still a long way to go, but even small progress is progress.” Nodding he made his way past Tauxolouve, only pausing before he left. “Lou, I need you to meet me in the Heavens tomorrow morning. I have a new assignment for you since you seem to be getting better as well. (Name)... I hope you're feeling well soon. Please, don't be afraid of Lou, he's doing his best to care for you.”

I stared dully at the floor, listening as Karno’s footfalls retreated down the hall following the closing and the locking of the door. It was then that the fated question finally left Tauxolouve’s lips, “You had a delightful visit from Karno… didn't you, sweetheart?”

***

Fortunate; that’s what I counted myself as. Since Karno lacked any suspicion during their conversation, I was lucky that Tauxolouve elected not to act on the incident. After all, I mentally tortured myself over everything he could have done to either me or Karno and that was enough of a punishment in his eyes.

As it was, I thought Karno was going to be my last interaction with any of the other gods, but it appeared he wasn’t the last of my visitors. It was an unexpected surprise for Scorpio to come and find me early one morning when I was sleeping soundly without Tauxolouve’s intimidating presence.

Of course, this turned out better for Scorpio. Since I was sleeping, my thoughts were unguarded, a perfect state for Scorpio to get honest answers from me. However, after a brief panicked awakening, it was time for him to hear my side of the story after telling me exactly what they were up to.

“The only way we can help you is if you can prove what Tauxolouve is doing.” Scorpio observed me for any kind of reaction, but I didn’t instantly reject him, so that was good. All he needed was any kind of evidence of Tauxolouve’s unacceptable treatment of a goldfish.

To be honest, it scared me to go up against Tauxolouve like this. But I knew that with stars in only one of his eyes that he was no match for the Zodiac gods that were unknowingly circling in on him now. All I had to do was provide the evidence. Karno gave me this opportunity to get help; I couldn’t pass it up. Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Will a verbal confession work?”

His gaze narrowing on me, he huffed. “Yeah.”

Nodding slowly, I said, “Then I have an idea. Let’s set up in Dui’s room. If I were in danger… I’d run to a nice god like him first.”

***

Dui was easy to get on board with their plan. As long as it would help me, he was more than willing. All I had to do was hide in Dui’s room while Dui went to get ‘help’. ‘Help’ being my loving boyfriend, Tauxolouve, who was surely going to want to help his beloved after finding that I escaped his room and ran to another god.

“Tauxolouve,” Dui called, flagging the attention of the older god. “This is important; you should come quick.” Dui’s eyebrows were furrowed together. It wasn’t hard for him to act concerned when he was worried about what was going to occur between me and Tauxolouve. “(Name) came find me. She was really freaking out, telling me about how you killed her and have been fooling everyone and even chained her up and imprisoned her in your room. But… You’re a nice guy, Lou. I know you can help her. I know you care about (Name) a lot so, I let her hide in my room until I could come find you.”

Tauxolouve’s eyes were wide, but he was too shocked to react for a moment. After what happened with Karno the other day, I convinced him I was too scared to attempt anything like running off again. He was lucky enough that the other gods still had faith in him as a loving boyfriend. “Thank you for telling me. It’s been hard trying to clear the influence of those dark gods. Tell me, she hasn’t hurt herself or you, has she?”

“I don’t think so,” Dui shook his head, but his concern was only growing. “Has she done that with you?”

“When she panics,” he answered slowly, “She’s prone to injuring herself. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her and make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Offering Dui a thankful smile, he headed straight for Dui’s room. Only, entering the young gods room, he wasn’t smiling as his eyes scanned the darkness. If I didn’t hurt myself, I certainly broke the light switch in an attempt to hide from him. “I told you it was no use trying to run,” he taunted, moving further into the room. There was only one space behind the bed where I could have been hiding, after all. As suspected he found me pressed into the corner where the bed and wall met. He chuckled quietly at the rate tears were pouring from my eyes. “I love all your expressions, I want to immortalize every one of them… Especially this one. It’s so rare and exquisite. It’s a treat to get to wipe your tears.”

He knelt before me, but I refused to let him touch me, ducking my face out of his grasp. All I had to do was rile him up—no matter how terrifying. I needed to get Tauxolouve to say something incriminating. “Dui- Dui promised he wouldn’t let you in! He promised he’d keep you away! He said- He said the Department of Punishments would take care of it!” I hoarsely shouted at him, my hands balled into fists in case he were to try and grab for me.

Tauxolouve tilted his head, unamused with my bold attitude. “Calm down so I can take you home. You’ve been out of my room for a while now, haven’t you? Didn’t I tell you that there was nowhere you could go that would be safe? All the gods believe that you’re just a mentally helpless human who needs my help. You’re my beloved, after all. Why are you so surprised that they would give you up to me?”

I frantically wiped the tears from my eyes, hoping to clear my blurred vision. Though, feeling Tauxolouve’s hands wrapping around my arms to pull me with him, my thrashing around in his grip was the only thing that made him let go, allowing me to stumble away from him, though I knew he’d be coming back to try again… This next time, he wouldn’t let go. “You’re a murderer,” I accused. “When are you going to tell them how you killed me?! When are you going to tell them I’m so mental because of you?!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me,” Tauxolouve said, staring impassively as he numbly rubbed his chin where I’d managed to punch him. “I’ve done everything for you. I’ve given you a loving home where you’d want for nothing. I’ve painted you as my muse, my goddess of beauty. I’ve given you everything a human could dream of.” He paused, his gaze darkening. “But I also sent an arrow through your heart, just as you’d done to me. I chained you to my bed. I sealed off your connection to the outside world. I’ve taken everything from you just as fast as I gave it. Tell me, what left is there? What will it take to please you?”

I could never be pleased with this man, never again. “Die…” I muttered. Though, after a moment of silence, I shouted, “DIE!” What more could I have wanted than the death of my worst enemy and captor… My first true love.

Of course, Tauxolouve wasn’t happy to hear that. His expression was startling enough, but fortunately before he could act, Scorpio and Zyglavis entered, containing the situation. Before Tauxolouve could argue against this rough treatment and them blocking his minimal powers, Zyglavis was already interrupting him, “This will be ample evidence to be used in a trial. Misuse of divine power, tampering with human life and death, as well as a multitude of other charges that will later be described in great detail before the King.”

Tauxolouve scoffed, not understanding what the heck was going on. “You’re arresting me for taking care of my girlfriend? I was trying to help her.” For the moment, he couldn’t seem to comprehend that this was all planned and plotted behind his back. So, how was he the bad guy in all of this when he only ever tried to paint a pretty picture for the world to see? “You’re making a mistake. This must be prejudice because I’m a demigod. The Department of Wishes would never do this to me.”

“Yet it’s Karno who’s the reason you were reported,” I hissed, my repressed anger coming out full force against my ex-captor. “You’ll know what it feels like to die. You’ll know what it feels like to have everyone turn against you! You’ll be lucky if even your parents want to look at you after this!”

I flinched at feeling a hand on my shoulder, but it was only Krioff, making sure I didn’t get brave enough to foolishly get too close to the seemingly volatile god. Though, Krioff’s contact with me only irritated Tauxolouve, who hissed, “You’re mine. No matter how far apart we may be, I love you and I’ll return for you. I will come back for you!” I could see the promise in his eyes, but watching Scorpio drag him out the door made me feel confident that he couldn’t do much.

Zyglavis’ eyes flickered to my frozen form, clearly on edge from what I’d been through. The least he could do was provide me with these comforting words, “(Name) (Surname), you’re free.” Peering at Karno who entered the room, he instructed, “Take care of her.”Karno nodded and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Sure, it disappointed him that everything turned out to be a colossal disaster and not just me having been manipulated by dark gods. The Department of Wishes was losing a talented god… all over something that could have been avoided. But when his eyes landed on me, all he could feel was a pit of guilt in his stomach. Still, he had to do his best for me. He gave me a solemn smile, offering his hand out to me. “I’m sure you’re not feeling well right now. We let this linger for too long… But we’re all here for you and we won’t let this happen again. You’ve done a lot for us and we left you in a dire situation without hearing you out. We’ll make it up to you. But first… let me take you home. Your real home.”

#star crossed myth #star crossed myth fanfic #star crossed myth yandere #star crossed myth imagines #scm tauxolouve #fanfic #voltage fanfic #zodiac signs #zodiac gods #department of wishes #yandere #yandere x reader #major character death #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: abuse #tw: stalking #tw: captivity

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madfantasy · 2 years ago

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Dear blogging

Wish you ease and comfort, and all that you desire.

I've been trying not to fall again into the dissociative zombie trance I freeze in, but I only can fight it so much considering..

Even just typing what I think of a butter milk lolly I tried first time seems to be the most pointless thing in the world.. such as my view on me still inhabiting it.. like how ever or whatever I say or do, there's no point, there's no outcome, there's no reason in bothering...

The festival wasn't very festive and even tho struggling to find commissions to cover any not net bill expense, I managed to get something to do something new for it— makeup

I have a long list of trying things for the first time and makeup was on there, I'm all for it in the name of self expression and refinery, and to me especially I always wanted to try nd do even beyond that. But now I tried it, it seems like I need a new set of hands cuz my god, what is drawing in reverse AND on a stretchy surface such as the skin.

I got myself and siblings some and arrived in time for the festival. No body humoured me as much as i hoped, and my guardians being the supportive bunch they be even laughed at— which I already know— my screwed application. Even with their encouragement to keep it on, I promptly wiped it off and did not bother with makeup after.

Just in the past few days I started using lipstick more and I noticed it helped me stop chewing on my lips, which is a nice positive to get out of it. Also I'm in love /hate relationship with the way the brush feels on my face, it's relaxing but suddnly feels too ticklish to continue, idk. At least I've been enjoying my kit as if I bought new art tools and hope to have more colors with time and get better at it.

Like finding out things like— lipgloss freaking burns or numb your lips and that's ON PURPOSE?? I worried I was having a reaction cuz i picked brands randomly & as cheap as possible, tried to get one of everything, and as you can see I have allowed my red-black pallet fixation control my choices. Like eyeshadows being mostly reddish I thought it will look super vibrant on me, but they turned very complementary on my skin tone, hehe. And those nail polish removal stuff, they kill my fingers, just by using them daily, that aside the disgusting feeling of rubbing my nail with wet tissue — PURE AGONY.

My charms too arrived, the ones I've ordered with my new phone and have long gave up on seeing again cuz they seemed to never arrive. It something dear to me, i wanted to put before me symbols of the ones to treasure who commissioned me and helped me get a new phone. Which was something also I first time try— accessorising my phone.

Bee for Ka 🐝 kitty for Katty 🐈 the mask 🎭 as a representation of the death eaters life I enjoyed illustrating with VanMarky, V for my precious Vee, and so on. It escaped my notice that I need pliers to fix them into the chain lol so they remain loose for now..

Now i added another vid to upload for the day i hope it doesn't torment me, im tired of seeing this as an always occurrence, it's not helping, but keeping me longer into this festering mental decline..

I'm happy that the 100$+ net subscription cost I barely have each month paying off 8D

Sorry fir being so hopless, trying to live to art..

5 a.m. 3.5.2023. Tummy hurt

#text #drawing journal #personal

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jils-things · 8 months ago

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HIHIII FOR THE S/I ASK GAME. 3, 9, 15, and 16 FOR AINE OR IRENE? THANK YOU 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

NAUR I GOT EXCITED CUZ THIS IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SET OF OCS OMG YES. THANK YOU. DOING BOTH BECAUSE YES..

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

i dont think many would actually know aine's... present because she's holed up in her house for so long... probably her relatives only know about her existence wiwiwi but! she's generally very shy and quiet, not very used to talking to others! but she tries her best to be sweet :3

irene is ... probably envied by many people! i mean she's part of a prestigious family and she's very pretty! she's not like most women of her age who can be pretty uptight (at least i think so...) - she's very humble about her wealth and doesnt go out of her way to shove how fortunate she is... its all because of her old past that she's very gentle and considerate :3

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

unfortunately as i've said earlier, poor baby aine doesnt have much friends, but she's very, very close and trusting of her gallade who acts as her best friend and guardian no matter where she is. she always finds comfort in gallade. but if i had to pick one person who would be her close friend, it would be erika - i think she'd help aine be more relaxed and less nervous about herself and sleepy times together LAFDKSLKFSKA. i wanna plug blake into the story as well, i can totally see him to be a big brother to aine and i picture blake to be more friendly! aine needs nice company, she needs it for sure ;; softcore version of color pallet trio . cold pallet trio if you will. bye

right off the bat, i just told myself "yes irene and emma are best friends" emma probably provides the best chamomile and irene looooves tea. they bond over that heheheh. maybe helena and tracy too! i have such soft spots for them and i really like them! irene definitely doesnt like nobles that much (i excuse reynold however. eheh). i would include naib, but i dont think it would work out? im just biased wiwiwi

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

AINE STOPS THE ACTUAL FROSTBITE. THAT IS ALL. IM TOO SHY TO TALK ABT ***VELVETSHIPPING HERE IM SORRY WHDASDSAHJFHJFSASF </3333 he stops caring about trying hard for himself to be stronger and helps aine out instead and feels that she deserves better and focuses on that <3

irene umm,, gives him,,, the love and care he lacked as a kid,, wiwiiw,,, she takes him in after the explosion and nurses him to health and they confess they like each other and they promise to figure things out from there and shes dead serious about taking him into a better place because he's gone too far to make ends meet WEEWEFGGFGF MY BRAIN IM (BLEATS PATHERTICALLY)

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

aine has two "endings" on what happens when she sees him. one is the happy route where, yk, they get along, yadda yadda, romance, bonding, all that jazz. the second ending is... a little more unfortunate. basically she was a bit too late, because he's frostbitten now, and she regrets leaving her home and will probably stay at home more often now because the world is much more terrifying than she suspected. poor girl

irene is made with the purpose of wanting to ship with someone in the game yes - but the plot twist was that i was not actually crushing on no.rton at the time (he was just a fav) but found him to be a cute match with irene and i did just that. and then my dumbass fell for him shortly after HSAJKFHJAFHSFJSA im so doopid woawwww....

#TYSM MILOOOOO MWAMWA #soso happy to talk abt them #despite omitting a lot of details abt aine WAHUWAHAHHAHAA #SORRY UR GF STAYS HIDDEN IN PUBLIC AAUUUUU #~ loreposting #milo tag #aine.oc #irene constantine.oc

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kdonsetproduction · 1 year ago

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Exercise 2: Scared, panic and danger.

Hellooo!!! Alright, so when we were given this project and were told we could work in pairs I approached Cathrine if she wanted to do production design and I would DP. I think I am so happy with the outcome.

So, when we were brainstorming, we both were clear that we wanted to make a film and not just take stills. After a lot of brainstorming, I came up with the idea of a Bunker where a person is hiding in a post-apocalyptic world. We both loved the idea, however, changing our living room to a bunker would be super difficult but OH MY GOD!! Cathrine did such amazing work on the production design, I think we definitely pulled it off. The below images show our real living room.

Well now going back to my plan for lights. I very much wanted to use the color red to portray unease, a feeling of panic, and a sense of danger but I was not solely convinced to use red alone. My initial idea and research was to use blue and red to give an uneasy feeling like the picture below.

However, my plan completely changed when one night I got up to pee, and as I went out of my room I saw the emergency light on (nothing wrong in the flat) and they were emitting a really nice green light and then I thought why not red and green. They definitely go in hand so well now I have two of the colors I wanted to play with. So i researched how could i get that green in the image but after testing with my camera, getting that green tint from lights would turn out to be really difficult even if I used gels. Hence, I decided to color grade the green into the film.

Anyway, the day of the shoot came and oh it was a very tiring day. Cathrine went out to source things to design the place, and I started to clean out the unwanted furniture from our living room. Then very soon I began to set up the camera and the lights. Cathrine was soon back with the shopping and we began to dress the room. I simply followed Cathrine's command. I think the best thing about this film is the set design and made the film so much better!!

Now coming to the lighting plan and the floor plan. I was very clear about where I wanted my key light. As we had the Arri 650, one light was enough. I put on a red gel and a diffuser to it for the giving the whole room a red look. Now we used practical lights to create depth in terms of lighting which differentiated the background. The practical lights were really bright on camera so I had to diffuse them a lot with diffusing paper. After doing that it looked really good. However, there was a lot of movement with the camera as it was all handheld, and the red was not consistent throughout the room hence I decided to gel the overhead lights red as well. Now it looked so much better. Luckily my living room is not white so there was not much bonce from the walls which helped us create contrast as well. Below I will attach my floor plan and my mood board with color pallet. We shot this thing in the night to mood it right hence the sun was not a problem.

The actual shoot was smooth and fun. However, I was so engrossed in the lighting, that I completely forgot to block the scene and we were very unclear of how we would want the character to move through the room. So we did end up losing a bit of time there. I wanted the camera movement to not be still and have a panic sense it, hence the camera is constantly moving with the character. I am super happy with the outcome of the project and I really think I learned a lot. A special thanks to my man Joseph for acting in it and doing such a phenomenal job. Also please ignore the sound design, I am really bad at it but I tried my best!!!

PS: I am posting the link to the film in a different post so it does not get lost!

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acedragontrainer · 2 years ago

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okokok lets see...

yuki answers

1. I didn’t think of a specific place, but he was born somewhere in southern italy, by the coast, he doesn’t like swimming (swimsuits are hard to fit into his aesthetic) but he does like hanging out at the beach since he spent so much time playing on the beach as a kid

2. yuki’s dad has japanese heritage in that weird namimori way where everybody has a japanese relative somewhere along the line, he’s mostly italian (not weird for namimori) but has some eastern european in there too, specifically his turkish great grandmother, but the japanese side is recent enough that it shows pretty well, his dad passed on his dark hair and eyes and while yuki isn’t as dark skinned as his dad, he is noticeably darker skinned than his mom

3. i cannot stress this enough, without all the makeup and lolita shit he just looks like some dude, his some guy energy is so strong that he’s completely forgettable, his hair is actually very short, you see namimori is incredibly unpredictable and it’s much easier to have an extensive wig collection and a bag with two backup wigs tucked away in ziplock bags than it is to have long hair, he did try having long hair for a while in high school but the number of times it got chopped off weird because some asshole was throwing knives was just ridiculous, he’s actually pretty tall, taller than most people in town, but lolita Requires Heels, so he ends up being a giant in namimori, which does not make it any easier to hide behind things when shit goes down, but you gotta suffer for your art of whatever lol

4. his favorite color is actually aquamarine because it’s the color of the sea and it reminds him of his childhood in italy, but the darker color he prefers doesn’t lend well to the lolita styles he wears so he usually ends up getting more wigs than clothes in the color, his favorite styles of lolita actually lean more towards sweet/hime lolita which have much lighter pastel pallets so there’s a lot of white/mint/pink/lavender/baby blue in his closet, this is largely unrelated but he has a lot of magical girl wands because he figured out he could run his lightning flame through them and make special effects happen (legit he’s training himself to use a wand as a conduit for his flames which hilariously would be really powerful if he knew how to fight with flames)

5. ok so this is my own headcanon about namimori, but it’s always been weird and violent, it’s a mafia adjacent civilian city where retired mafiosi and flame active kids end up, and flame active kids play fight in the same way that normal kids do, it’s just that when you have the power of a minor god play fighting tends to involve blood/broken bones/property destruction/etc. so like, yuki grew up brawling, both to defend himself and to try and fit in, he doesn’t actually like it and tries to avoid coming to blows but understands that it’s not always going to work like that, that being said lolita shit costs a lot of fucking money and if somebody tears his limited edition angelic pretty jsk because they’re fighting over something stupid, then (as a flame active whose emotions tie in to his magic powers of destruction) he’s going to rampage, ayane is a terrible friend and loves it when yuki rampages in the same way that it’s fun to watch a cat shred paper, so like he can hold his own against the average namimori thug if pushed, but if he went up against somebody like hibari kyoya he’d get steamrolled easy, it’s not like he’s been formally trained or anything

ayane answers

1. she’s very sukeban, like she had the whole look going on in high school: long skirt, bleach blonde hair, no makeup, cut shirts, the whole shebang, and after graduating she really didn’t want to bother cleaning herself up so she just leaned even harder into it and became a full blown mini boss, she actually wears fairly nice clothes since yuki likes dragging her out shopping so he can dress her up, but she never takes care of her stuff so she’ll have plenty of tears and blood stains, her wardrobe went to shit while yuki was in america and wasn’t around to maintain it for her, she owns a lot of leather since it holds up the best in a fight, most of her favorite clothes are thick and heavy and protective, she has no sense of style even though she’s got a nice face and it kills yuki, he just wants to put her in a formal yukata and do her makeup, she let him do that once after they graduated for a festival and got hit on by a bunch of guys which offended her so much that she’s refused to let yuki come near her with lipstick since

2. oh def, she sees a lot of herself in hibiari so she finds it cute that he keeps coming after her to fight, even if it is annoying and he wasn’t a challenge for the first few years they knew each other, it’s like, she’s adopted him but very specifically in a weird wild animal way, like she doesn’t talk to him or drop by his school to say hi or anything, but she’s been teaching him how to fight by kicking his ass for years and she’s really proud of the terror he’s grown up to become and has given her unsaid blessing for him to take over her former middle school empire (she thinks he took over her position in the power vacuum she left behind on purpose and is actively maintaining the organization instead of stumbling onto it and shoving all the work to his subordinates, she gives him too much credit lmao), i think the most they’ve ever said to each other is like grunts and mild death threats, that’s just how they roll (hibari thinks she’s his mortal enemy btw)

3. her family is sort of in mafia witness protection, so she was born with the fake surname suzuki because it’s incredibly common and does not stand out in any way, she has still not realized that neither of her parents are japanese

4. jumping off of that, both her parents are in the mafia, her mom especially was pretty high up in the ranks and killed a political enemy for her boss, but got caught doing it so she and her husband faked their deaths and got shipped out to namimori to live out the rest of their days as “normal civilians”, soon after moving ayane was born and they decided to tell her nothing about their background and raise her civilian, this worked about as well as you can expect

i imagine that the whole mafia thing is like an open secret in namimori, like every single person in namimori has ties to the mafia in some way, even if not everybody is in the know, and while it’s kind of a whole thing to not talk about flames (the vindice are absolutely namimori specific boogeymen), it’s also blatantly obvious that most people in town are some kind of supernaturally weird, it’s just normal and nobody points it out because that would be a huge faux pas, i mean even before tsuna got pulled into the worst of it, namimori was still bizarre and people like hibari ran around achieving superhuman feats in broad daylight

5. yeah her parents are very hands off parenting and absolutely encouraged her budding mafia boss tendencies, they think it’s charming and offer suggestions as to how to improve her budding criminal empire and by the time they realized what they’d done, she had already bought the school board (this is very important, she got her start selling grade school contraband, things like test scores and weird trending status symbols like pompoms with googly eyes and silly bands), so now they’re just very lackadaisical and weirdly supportive of anything she does, her dad often tells her she’s ‘just like her mom’ whenever he pays her bail, also also it’s namimori, she went flame active early and had a mini mafia running the school to terrify the teachers and parents, nobody wanted to try and stop her so they didn’t

I desperately want to know more about people's khr OCs! Specifically yours @lilacdon20 and also yours @masterdisastre !!!!

But really anyone is very welcomed to reblog this with ramblings of their OCs!

Yes You! The person reading this! I want to know about your OCs specifically!!!!

Also you are all welcomed to tag other people who's khr OCs you like as well!! ANYONE IS WELOCME! /pos

Questions, if needed because flustered or confused, are under the Read more!

First up! General questions!

What is their name? Their pronouns? Age? Gender identity? Sexuality? (if any of that matters lmao)

Are they somehow related to another khr character? In what way?

What does your oc look like? Do you have any art of them? Picrew also welcomed! Ai art... Not preferred >:/

What are their relationships to other khr characters? Pairings you like with your oc? Adopted siblings and parents maybe?

Actually what's the family situation of your oc? Do they have siblings that's a background character perhaps? (example: sometimes I give Kusakabe Tetsuya a brother)

Does your oc have a mental illness? Neurodivergencies? Other disabilities? At what age did they get these disabilities if they weren't born with them?

If they had a super power what would it be?

Free Space! [Anything else you want to talk about?]

Khr specific questions:

What's their flames? And how many flames do they have? One? More? None?

How do they use their flames? If they have one.

If they don't have a flame, how do they fight? Do they fight at all?

If they can't fight for any reason, what's their preferred method of self defense?

Free space! [insert any khr specific question you want!]

And last but not least and mostly for fun!!! Khr character questions:

How much does Tsuna want to protect your oc upon first meeting them? After knowing them a minute, is Tsuna now scared of them or worried about them?

Does Reborn think they're pathetic or does he have a slight respect for them? If he suddenly appeared out of a wall-hole, how would your oc react?

Would Hibari Kyoya be able to stand being in a room with them for five minutes? How long do they last in a fight against him?

Would your oc go off rambling about crytids with Gokudera? If yes, which is their fave cryptid?

Would Skull try to flirt with them? Would he score a date? Pity date or genuine interest?

How loud does your oc cheer when Yamamoto hits a home run? What if the ball hit them?

Would your oc be able to last an hour watching over Lambo, I-pin and Fuuta? What if they all had sugar beforehand?

What food would Sawada Nana cook for your oc? What's their favourite food? Drink?

Free space! [insert any other character questions you want!]

There is no pressure for anyone to answer of course. I just want to get to know more OCs and their creators. I'm talkative lately so I'll try to keep up with the reblogs as best I can :3

Multiple reblogs for multiple OCs are also very very welcomed!

#khr #oh fuck i just realized i fucked up yuki's name last time #his surname is durante #i know that was obviously but i shoulda put it the other way around since he's spent most of his life living in japan

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dollslayer · 4 years ago

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Botanical Interest - For Luck

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x Florist!Reader

Summary: Steve introduces you to some of the most important people in his life, but are you ready for all that comes with it?

W/C: 4,743

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, angst, gambling

A/N: When I saw @redhead-wine-and-literature-club was doing a floral based challenge I couldn't pass up the opportunity to add to this series! April 28th - Cornflower - good-luck charm. Even though this is part of a series of oneshots it can be read as a standalone! If you like it please like/reblog/comment and check out my other fics! Cheers!

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The sunlight through the windows warms your skin while the breeze of the small fan on the counter gives you goosebumps. Dog days of Summer slowly set in over the city and with them came a slight dip in business. No one wants a rooftop wedding when it’s 100 degrees out and the drinks are watered down with sweat. You didn’t mind though, it let you put in a little extra time and care to the orders you did have.

You picked up a stem of cornflower and nestled it between snapdragons and lisianthus. It was so dreamy you couldn’t help but sigh, you almost wished it was for yourself. It was for an elopement, an eager young couple came in this morning all smiles asking if you could take the last minute order. Feeling a little sappy from your own relationship you couldn’t turn them down.

You started in on the boutonniere when the music you had on was paused. Curious, you looked at your phone to find you had an incoming call. You balanced the phone in between your shoulder and ear as you gathered supplies.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Doll. How are you?” Steve’s warm voice greeted you.

You smiled into the receiver. “I’m good, just working on the last order of the day. What are you up to?”

“Well actually that’s what I called to ask you. You free tonight?”

“You can meet me at the shop in an hour. Sound good?” You promised.

“Sounds like a plan. I love you, doll, I’ll see you soon.”

After returning his affections you hung up and set to work, excited to be finished and see Steve. Despite his involvement with the mob, which neither of you had really addressed head-on yet, things were going really well. Even though he was involved with murky dealings he was sweet to you and you were in love with him. You tried to plan your night with Steve in your head as you worked.

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The ringing of a bell roused you from your work, expecting to see the young couple here to pick up their flowers. You were instead face to face with Steve’s handsome smirk and playful eyes. Your smile grew wider as he approached the counter. You held the boutonniere up to the lapel of his jacket and eyed it from a distance.

“Do I have a hot date I didn’t know about?” He joked.

“No!” You giggled, “The flowers are for a couple that came in the shop this morning, they’re going to elope and the groom’s got your complexion, thought I’d see how this looks on you before I finish”

“Oh? And how do I look as a groom?” He questioned.

Your cheeks heated instantly and you felt shy. You managed to squeak out that he looked nice before you had to turn away to box up the flowers. You couldn’t help the stupid smile on your face. You and Steve never talked about marriage before but things were getting serious between you. Maybe he just felt extra cheeky today.

“I like the blue, very colorful”

“They’re cornflowers, they’re a good luck charm! I figured they were fitting for their little wedding. So what did you have in mind for tonight? It’s too hot to sit on the patio but I’ve got a pint of ice cream with our names on it in the freezer at home” You raised your eyebrows in offer.

“Well actually, I was hoping you could be my good luck charm tonight. Bucky’s got a few of us getting together tonight for poker and you’ve yet to meet my friends. What do you say?”

Oh. You weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t met his friends yet because you were uncomfortable with his mob work and you knew they were involved. But you also knew they were his friends and they were important to him. It’s not like you could avoid them forever. Poker with a mob boss? Sure why not?

You put on a slightly uneasy smile and nodded.

“Well I have to tell you, I haven’t played in forever but I would love to meet your friends” You told him.

“I promise, no shop talk. But I’ve been telling them about you. Buck’s wife Natasha has been dying to meet you. I also promise not to make you play poker.” He said with an easy grin.

“Alright, I just have to wait on this couple to pick up their flowers and close up. Shouldn’t be more than 20 minutes. You can wait here if you want but I’ve got no A/C”

Steve nodded and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie.

“For you? I’ll sweat it out.” He said.

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After a quick pit stop at your place to change you were on your way. You smiled in the passenger’s seat, still reeling from the look on the young bride’s face when she saw her bouquet. That was undoubtedly the best part of your job, seeing the joy on your customer’s faces when they saw their arrangements. Maybe this feeling could carry you through the night.

The tires of Steve’s Audi crunched under the gravel of the long driveway up to Bucky’s estate. Steve told you he had a townhouse in Brooklyn but for the most part they stayed at their estate outside of the city. You looked up at the facade of the house and admired the ivy that clung to the bricks.

Parking the car Steve got out and quickly made his way to your side to let you out. Just one of the many old-fashioned quirks that he had. You accepted his hand as he helped you out of the car and leaned up to kiss his cheek. His hand traveled down to rub your back reassuringly. You looked up at him.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. Natasha can be intense but she means well. Just be yourself and they’ll love you just as much as I do.” He kissed your hair to soothe you and lead you towards the door.

Steve nodded at the man at the door. “Scott. Nice to see you, this is my girlfriend”

You smiled and gave him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Scott”.

He smiled and greeted you in kind, lifting his hand to shake yours. When he did his jacket rode up and you could see the holster and butt of his gun. You ignored it and shook his hand.

Scott opened the door for you and you entered the house. Mansion, might be a better word honestly. Marble floors, oak woodwork, all the look of any house you’d find in the area and all in line with how you’d think a rich mob boss might live. The foyer was empty but you could hear voices in the distance.

Steve waltzed through the halls like he lived here, when he was at work he probably practically did. The space was teeming with energy as they bantered on with trash talk and promises of beating one another. Men sat at a round table drinking, waiting to deal cards and women standing around sipping on wine.

One man looked familiar from the pictures you’d seen around Steve’s place. His sharp jaw and long dark hair drew your attention instantly; Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn. His brows were pinched together in a scowl but he had a playful grin on his face. You steeled yourself the best you could and prepared for your introduction. Just think of him as Steve’s childhood best friend.

“Steve! ‘Bout time you showed up you bastard!” an accented voice belonging to a tall blond man with long hair called. He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “And are you the enchantress that our dear friend goes on and on about? Now that I’m meeting you I can see why!”

Steve let out an embarrassed laugh and motioned towards his friend. “This is Thor, don’t let the muscle fool you, he’s a total teddy bear”

You gave him your name and extended your hand when he brought you in for a bone-crushing hug. You let out a laugh and hugged him back, grateful for something to ease the tension you felt.

“How’s that for a warm welcome, huh?” A voice sounded from behind you.

Thor released you from your hug and you took a desperately needed breath. He patted you on the shoulder.

“Wanted to make our dear Steven’s girl feel at home, that’s all” Thor explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to beating your boyfriend at poker.” You laughed at that and turned to face the man who spoke earlier.

That man was none other than Bucky, who reached out for your hand. You gave it to him and he instead lifted it to give a gentle kiss.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting the one and only. Stevie here won’t shut up about you sometimes. I’m Bucky but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I’ve heard about you too, it’s nice to finally meet.” You nodded as you took your hand back.

“I’m afraid I need to steal your man, we’ve been waiting on him to start the game but tell you what, why don’t you go find my wife Natasha, I know she’s been dying to meet you.”

Great, not at all intimidating. Okay fine just smile and breathe. Maybe get a drink. You smiled at Bucky. “The redhead, right?” He nodded and sent you on your way. One last look at Steve you shot him a worried look but he only winked at you.

You looked around the room and shrunk in on yourself a bit. You were never the best with social outings or being in new environments. You looked around again and found the very redhead you had been in search of smirking at you from the corner. She was dressed in a sleek black dress and looked effortlessly beautiful but also like she could strangle a man with her bare hands. You steeled yourself with a smile you’re sure she saw straight through.

“So you’re the one responsible for the flowers at my wedding?” You nodded Pleasesayyoulikedthempleasesayyoulikedthem “I loved them! The wedding planner recommended you and I’m so glad she did. It’s so hard to find a good color pallet but you nailed it. Come on, you need a drink then I’ll introduce you to the girls”

She ushered you towards the kitchen where she took the waiting wine glass from the counter and handed it to you. You didn’t like red but you’d drink it anyways. You brought the glass to your lips and took a sip.

You two talked for a bit in the kitchen, maybe she wasn’t as scary as she seemed. You tipped the stem of your glass until there was nothing left. Before you could ask for different wine she was topping you off from the same bottle. Another round of apprehensive sips and hidden grimaces but you thanked her regardless. It was now your goal to find the sociable sweet spot of drunkenness. You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks from the alcohol as tipsiness settled in.

Natasha raised an eyebrow and considered you for a moment.

“So how are you handling the whole organized crime thing? Gotta say, I didn’t peg you as his type but you guys are cute.”

You stopped yourself from spitting the wine in your mouth back into the glass.

“Um, thanks, I guess” You sputtered, “we uh, try to keep things separate. Figure it’s best for both of us.”

Natasha nodded, taking another drink herself.

“That’s probably best but I mean, how long can you keep that up, really?” She asked

You hated to admit it but she had a point. It’s not like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You opened your mouth to answer her when a man walked into the room and called your name. You looked expectantly (and slightly gratefully) towards him.

“I believe your man has requested your presence at the table. Somethin’ about needing a cornflower? I don’t know he said you’d get it. What are you two gossipin’ about in here anyways?” He questioned.

Natasha spoke before you could “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Sam. We’re right behind you.” Sam nodded and retreated back to the doorway to wait for you.

Natasha touched your shoulder and you looked to her.

“Look, I didn’t mean to come off so brash, I guess I’m just trying to say, I know that being involved in this life isn’t easy. We’ll swap numbers later. Maybe we’ll go to lunch” She winked at you. You couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not but you nodded anyways.

“I-Thank you, I think I’d like that. I’d better go find Steve though” you excused yourself and made your way back to the table.

____

Steve Rogers was having a good night. He finally got to introduce his friends to his girl, she seemed to be relaxing a bit and having a better time, and he was well on his way to getting a straight flush this hand. The only thing that would seal the deal is his good luck charm by his side.

Steve called to Sam across the room and as soon as Sam walked over and bent Steve spoke.

“Sam, could you do me a solid and find my girl? Think she went to get a drink with Nat. Tell her I need cornflowers”

“Man if this is some weird sex thing I’m gonna be mad” Sam said with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

“Oh, please. Nothin’ like that, promise. She’ll know what it means.” Steve pat his friend on the shoulder and paid attention as Thor dealt cards.

A minute later his girl was walking through the door with an uneasy smile on her face. Something is wrong but he can’t gauge how serious it is. Sam says something to make her laugh and he settles on asking her later. Natasha saunters out behind them looking almost amused but cautious. Like she was regretting something. She’d probably just tried to give his girl the third degree when Sam interrupted them. It’s for the best, that’s too much for one night.

His girl smiles as she approaches him, looking slightly more at ease when she takes another sip of her wine. Her smile was a little looser and she moved a bit more freely, definitely tipsy and completely adorable with that grin on her lips.

“How are things going over here for you boys?”

Gauging how tipsy she was, he patted his knee in offering and she took it with a shy smile. Only slightly. But enough not to worry so much.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m about to kick all their asses and I figured I could use a good luck charm to seal the deal.” He boasted.

“Oh,” she said in realization, “Then I’m all yours”. She settled into his lap and watched on.

Her face was nothing short of endearing as she tried to concentrate and take in the game. He remembered she said she hadn’t been good at poker but it was sweet she was trying to pay attention anyways and be there for him.

“What’s the pot?” She asked.

“Nothin’ serious, there’s a pretty nice box of cigars and a weekend at Buck’s place in the Hamptons in the mix but we don’t do cash at get togethers like this, that’s for boy’s nights only.” He explained as he rubbed her back with his free hand. “Tonight’s just about fun”

She nodded as she studied the table some more before resigning to laying her head against his and listening to whatever bullshit Clint was on about. Steve was focused on getting others at the table to fold, he knew he had a good hand and a good chance of winning, he just needed the others to back down to bring it home.

Thor placed the final community card face up and Steve set out a low whistle. Others at the table looked a little miffed but he just knew he was taking it all. He set down his cards to a chorus of groans as he raked all the chips towards himself. You placed a kiss to his temple and he returned one to your cheek.

“Just the good luck I needed” he said loud enough for the table to hear.

“Hey Steve you gotta come see this!”

Steve tsked in annoyance. “Can it wait? I’m up and we were gonna keep playing. I’ll be there after”

“No, you should go. Let her play a hand for you, we can get to know each other better” Bucky suggested.

“Oh, I don’t think you want me playing poker.” She laughed but nervousness was the only emotion he could see on your face. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off.

“She’ll be fine, we’ll go easy on her, I mean it. If it makes you feel better we’ll even hold the pot. This round is just for shits.” Bucky insisted.

Caught between wanting to ask how you felt about it and not wanting to get flak about being so sensitive Steve tilted his head in silent asking at you.

You gave him the same unsure smile you’d had all night and nodded up at him. “I’ll be fine, Stevie, promise.”

He gave her a reassuring smile and then turned his eye to Bucky who was all smiles. He knew exactly what Bucky was trying to do. Buck knows she doesn’t know anything but he’s gonna turn the screws on her just like he does with anyone new at the table. Steve gave him a stern expression in warning. Don’t scare her off.

____

You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you tried to decide what to do. Take it slow. You told yourself. You looked up to find all the eyes at the table on you and did your best to calm yourself.

“So who’s dealing?” A man you hadn’t previously met swiped the cards and began shuffling.

“Look, I know we said we’d put the pot on hold but Laura’s been bugging me about a vacation and I don’t know that I can pass up this opportunity to steal from Steve so easily, so” The man you’d come to know as Clint trailed off. You did your best not to be offended.

“Shut up, Barton. I promised Steve, we just wanna have a little fun, don’t we?” Bucky asked.

Is he asking me?

You decided to take a sip of your wine instead and he chuckled.

“So,” Bucky turned to you, “I know that you know about what we do, there’s no point in denying it. The question is are you going to be a problem for us or do you know how to keep things to yourself?”

Frozen in fear you could only manage to look at the rest of the table, hoping to find that this was all a joke. Instead, every face looking to you was stony and waiting on an answer. God, this man was made for Natasha, that much is clear. Your eyes darted around the room looking for an out. Where is Steve? Where the fuck is Steve?

You don’t find him, but you do find Natasha looking at you, she smiles and looks to her husband before she shakes her head. She makes her way over to her husband and lightly smacks him in the back of the head.

The look of surprise on his face ruins his silent and aggressive front as he winces in pain. He looks in slight annoyance at his wife as she tsks at him.

“Will you stop already? She’s a smart girl and you don’t need to go scaring her off. In fact, I hope she beats you. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” Natasha sounded so confident. You warmed to the fact that she was in your corner when you were practically a stranger in her home.

“Aw c’mon, Babe, I was only messin’ with her.” Bucky turned to Nat and she just challenged him with a smile.

You didn’t know why Natasha has suddenly become so supportive, maybe she felt bad about earlier but you were grateful to her. She pulled up a chair between the two of you to watch and motioned to the dealer to continue. You finished your second glass and prepared yourself for the night ahead. Any chance they had of you going easy on them went out the window.

____

You lost the first hand graciously, saying you hadn’t played poker since you were in college as an excuse for your loss. But when Steve was still busy and Bucky offered another round you accepted. You decided to put your full effort in this time.

Twenty minutes later everyone at the table was feeling confident in their hands, staring at each other like some sort of Mexican standoff, willing the others to fold. You could tell by the way Clint kept scratching the cut on his chin that he was screwed and he knew it. Thor couldn’t go more than 5 seconds without nervous laughing.

But Bucky? He was a tough read but about half way through the round his leg started bouncing. You knew this because he was bumping into Natasha, who’s wine was sloshing around in the glass despite her stillness. These clods didn’t stand a chance.

The dealer, Vision, you’d learned, called for everyone to show their cards. Here goes. One by one everyone set their cards down until finally it was your turn. You set them down but focused on your opponents faces. Everyone looked confused, shocked even. You had laid down a royal flush and handily smoked them all.

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed”

“Told you so” Nat teased.

You smiled at all of them and drank from your newly topped off glass of wine - white this time. A warm pair of hands rested on your shoulders and you looked up to find Steve smiling down at you.

“What’s going on over here, gentlemen?”

“Well, Steve, I think your girl is hustlin’ us. Thought you said you hadn’t played since college?” Bucky turned to you. You couldn’t gauge how angry he was but you decided to be honest.

“I haven’t,” you began, “But when I did I was pretty damn good. You just assumed I didn’t know what I was doing.” You shrugged.

The room was tense, it felt like everyone was looking to Bucky to see what to do next. He broke out into a wide smile and a low chuckle turned into hearty laugh. Everyone visibly relaxed.

“I gotta say, Steve. She isn’t what I expected, but she’s sure somethin’”

“A girl after my own heart” Natasha added.

Steve bent down to kiss your head. You stood from the table and offered him your seat. Nat put a hand on your shoulder.

“Steve I’m going to steal her again, the girls will probably want to hear all about your little cardshark.”

____

He had to admit, he was completely blown away by your little stunt at the table. He thought back to earlier when you watched him play. You weren’t trying to desperately understand the game, you were studying your opponents. He couldn’t deny it was kinda hot. You were full of surprises.

He smiled thinking that you were no different than the day you met, timid but aggressive when you need to be. That’s my girl.

The rest of the night came and went without incident, Steve didn’t end up taking home the pot but he did have a conversation with Bucky.

“She and I don’t talk about work. She knows that what we do isn’t exactly reputable but let’s face it, anyone in Brooklyn would. She doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to.”

Bucky took a long drag from his glass of bourbon and nodded.

“But if she ever did I hope she’s smart enough to know she has to keep what she knows to herself. We can’t afford any slip ups.”

Steve’s fists clenched and he controlled his anger enough not to snap at Bucky. He was his best friend but Bucky was still the boss and Steve knew how much was at stake.

“Not that it’s any of my business but you love this girl, right?” Steve swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Then how the hell are you gonna manage that? Keepin’ your two worlds separate? I mean, you just gonna walk her down the aisle and live happily forever keeping half your life from her? I need to know that if push came to shove she wouldn’t sell us out. Things are fine for now but you know that you’re either in or you’re out. I care about you, Steve, you’re my best friend but you need to see straight.”

Steve looked away, his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. He knew Bucky was right. He loved you but he owed his life to Bucky, he was his brother. But he loved you. They were careful in their work and he knew any feds that tried to come after them wouldn’t find a thing. He could put this issue into a box and seal the lid tightly, at least for a while.

“I know you’re right. I love her and she’s a good woman. She wouldn’t say anything because she doesn’t know anything. And she never will.”

He left Bucky to stand on his own in search of you. He found you laughing with Laura, Wanda and Nat. He smiled at how welcomed you seemed to feel despite the rocky start.

“You ready to go, doll?”

You turned around and smiled at him. You looked back at the girls and then reluctantly back to him but nodded.

“Guess we’d better go, I’ve got to get down to the flower market at open tomorrow morning”

____

After a very long round of goodbyes you swapped numbers with Nat with promises of future lunch plans. The night had turned out worlds better than you thought that it would. You served a bunch of men their own egos on a silver platter and didn’t get murdered for it and you even made friends.

Still though Nat’s words echoed in your mind ‘how long can you keep that up, really?’ Little did you know but the same thoughts troubled Steve. You knew eventually you would have to make a choice if you ever wanted to get more serious than you were with each other, you just didn’t know what choice you’d make.

The ride home was quiet but not tense. He held your hand a little tighter than usual but you thought maybe he was just excited you had gotten on so well with your friends. He pulled up to your building and put the car in park.

“So do you think they liked me? I mean, other than hustling them at poker I’d say I made a pretty good impression”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, doll. Gotta say, the whole cardshark thing? Kinda hot, didn’t know you had that in you, you little fiend.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and grinned at him. “I wasn’t gonna but Clint started talking shit.”

“Then he deserved his ass kicked” Steve joked. “I’d come up but I know you’ve got an early morning. Thank you for coming and meeting everyone tonight, I know that you want to keep things separate but these people are family to me, it means a lot that you met them”

You nodded and smiled. You told yourself you didn’t need to make the choice between getting involved with his work and keeping it apart from the other aspects of your life but it seems that by meeting them you had already made one.

Maybe you could talk more to Nat about this, she’d know what your situation is like more than anyone. For now though you decided to focus on the present reality, you had a good night and you had fun and now you’re about to kiss the man you love.

“Of course” you whispered. You kissed him slowly, trying to put off the sleepless night you were surely about to have.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you”

“I love you too, Stevie”

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Hating Him - Bakugou Katsuki (2)

Bakugo x (black) fem reader

( still can read if you’re not)

sorry if it bothers you, i just felt that my black readers weren’t feeling black as they were reading y/n stories cause i for sure wasn’t

Warning: Smut, Rough sex, hair pulling, name calling, Nsfw 18+

Summary: Bakugo and you have hated each other ever since you met, being on the same track team and having the same friend group didn’t make things any better. you 2 have to act like you like each other for the benefit of the friend group until one day you and him are forced to have movie night with the others and you both have had enough of each other’s shit.

It was now saturday and you had just came home from practice. It was about 6 in the afternoon. You started to run you some bath water, remembering how you’d have to go to the sleep over with Mina and the others. You and bakugou still didn’t get along, it was nothing but you 2 arguing at practice and the team being annoyed. You just couldn’t bring yourself to like him, no matter how hard you tried you just...couldn’t. Ever since you’ve got here, he’s hated you. He knew you were competition and he treated you like-so, even though you were on the same team. He didn’t care and neither did you.

you took off your uniform, stretching before you got into the bath water. the feeling was amazing, your muscles were finally relaxed. The feeling of the bath water brought you ease. You enjoyed this time, since you knew tonight was going to be crazy. You closed your eyes, calming yourself down as you cleared your mind. Frank ocean played on your headphones. You washed up about 4 times before rinsing yourself off with the shower head. You stepped out of your bath tub, dancing like a white lady on those commercials, as weird as it sounds it was the funnest thing ever. Pretty Girl by Clairo played on your headphones now. You dropped your towel, grabbing your shea butter, rubbing it all over your body.

You washed your face, letting it air dry afterwards. You grabbed a 2 piece pajama set that was satin, placing it in your bag. The top and bottoms matched, it was a cream color that was really light. You put on some thigh length socks. Mina had bought the pajama set for the movie tonight. You didn’t know if it fit or not so you brought something with you just in case. you were supposed to change at her house but the boys had to come in their pajamas for some weird reason. You threw some biker shorts on and a tank top that you had cut a little, you put on your nike slides, waiting on Mina to come pick you up. You took out the flexi rods in your hair. the curls were loose since your hair had been so long. It was like mid back legnth. you picked it out a little bit, giving it more volume. You smiled, showing your dimples, loving out it turned out. You knew it’d only last for the weekend though. Your ginger hair was growing on you.

you rubbed a little moisturizer to your face, so it wasn’t dry. Then you applied a little lip gloss and put your apple watch back on and sprayed a little perfume on yourself and putting on some spray on deodorant. you placed the how shoes she got you in the back also. you grabbed your nike slides, putting them on so you wouldn’t be barefooted. You heard a notification pop up on your phone.

Mina> We’re outside. might have to sit on someone’s lap 🙃.

You had your fingers crossed, praying that it wasn’t bakugou and that he had took his own car. You didn’t want to have to sit on anybody’s lap really. You headed out your house, walking towards Mina’s navy blue audi. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see inside. You opened up the back door to be greeted by Bakugou, “Hi y/n. I’m in love with your hair. i wish my hair was that long.” Yaoyorozu told you and you smiled, “thank you.” you said softly. “Hiiiiii. Bakugou is being quite grumpy right now, don’t worry about him.” Mina said as you noticed Denki in the front seat. Yaoyorozu was on Todorokis lap and Kirishima was sitting in the middle, focused on whatever was in his phone. “Bakugou help her open the trunk so she can put her things in there.”

He sighed, getting out of the car. He was wearing a black shirt along with grey nike sweatpants and a pair of nike slides. Fits him. He followed you to the trunk, as he did, you noticed that the he was more quiet than usual. you smiled, “Hello to you too bakugou.” he stated. “I’m not being friendly to you. They can’t hear us. Don’t pull what you did at practice again.” He told you, all you did was hand him his water bottle after he was forced to run 2 laps around the track field after practice since he had got into a fight and you were just helping him.

“i didn’t do anything, i was trying to be nice dummy. but clearly you didn’t take it that way.” You stated placing your bag inside the trunk. He watched your as your did so, his eyes lingered on your body longer than usual. He closed it and you followed him back to the car, he opened the door, getting back in. “Where will I sit?” you asked and mina looked in the back, sighing. “Maybe sit on bakugo or Kirishimas lap? Bakugou looked like he doesn’t even wanna be here. ask Kirishina.” Mina told you. Kirishima looked at you, giving you a cheeky smile, “Sure, you can-“

Bakugo interrupted him by slapping him upside his head. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like that.” Bakugo told him giving him a look, kirishima spoke up, “Nevermind I forgot to tell you guys I had a girlfriend.” He stated, bakugou looked at you and you knew that meant you had to sit on his lap. “Yaoyorozu can we umm...switch please?” You asked and she was about to say yes before Bakugos large hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, you closed the door, moving around to make yourself comfortable. “Don’t ever do that again. They’ll suspect that you don’t like me and we can’t have them know that.” He whispered in your ear and you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach, hating how you reacted towards his touch. You didn’t know why it’d mess up things if they found out you two didn’t like each other but you went along with it anyways. “Still wanna switch?” She asked and you shook your head with a small smile, “No, Bakugo should be fine.” You stated. His body was warm unlike yours, which made everything worse cause you had the urge to be up under him. “Everybody ready?” Mina asked and everybody in the car replied with a small yes.

Bakugos hands would squeeze your waist, pulling you down onto his lap more as you would go over pot holes or small bumps in the rode. you’d move around occasionally to a song until bakugo had told you stop moving. You guys were still in the car, just closer than before, you started to feel something pressing against your ass as Mina stopped at a red light. The outline of it was hard, thick and very long. Your cheeks went a bright pink, knowing what it was. It was bakugos little friend, you had caused this. You could feel yourself start to get moist at the feeling of this. You hated how nasty your body reacted to his. Your pussy began to throb as so did his print and you both had to sit there as if you didn’t feel each other’s private areas yearning for each other. you refused to accept it because you hated it. Hated him especially.

Mina pulled up to her house and everyone began to get out, you were about to get out but Bakugou pulled you back down onto his lap. He shifted underneath you, moving up, his hands gripped your inner thigh, “When we get inside this house, forget about this whole car ride. Pretend this shit never happened. Tell anybody about this and i’ll fucking kill you.” He told you, pushing you off his lap. You got out the car shocked at what had just happened but you wanted to forget about what happened just as much as he did.

“Y/n? I missed you so much. I hate having a dorm, i never see you anymore.” you heard a familiar voice say and you realized it was Asui and smiled, giving her a small hug. Asui was a very chill person but she was confused all the time which made her adorable. She had on a green shirt and sweatpants, with her long hair in 2 pigtails. “I miss you too, you should stop by my house some time.” You said excitedly. “Will do.” She told you going into the house. You looked in the trunk, searching for your bag, “What happened to my bag?” you asked. Todoroki nodded his head at the door, “Bakugou took it in with him i think. He’s been acting weird ever since you came to our college.” He said, going into Mina’s house as he mumbled the last part to himself. You had wondered what he meant by “weird” and more importantly what did he do with your bag.

You followed behind him going into her house, Her house was huge, like huge. Her mother had money, so she bought Mina her own house, there was enough space and room in here for all of you. You missed the comforting smell of her house, you hadn’t been here in so long. You looked around, noticing she changed a few things around. “Anybody know where bakugou went?” you asked and everyone shook there head no, you sighed going upstairs, looking in each room, going back down the hall after no luck in finding him your face hit something hard, like real hard. You looked up at what you had hit and it was bakugo, your cheeks turned pink remembering the car ride, “Where’s my bag?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders as he stared down at you, “When i got in, Mina took it from me.” He stated. Ok. This wasn’t as awkward as you expected “Why’d you umm...why’d you grab my bag?” you asked confused on why his hands was touching your stuff.

“Because messing with your shit is fun. Why else?”He asked. “I dislike you.” You told him angrily, trying your hardest to keep your cool. “Sure.” He told you before walking past you. You figured you wouldn’t stress it and went back downstairs into the living room, everyone got settled in, making pallets and grabbing out all the board games. you had told them that you didn’t wanna participate in any games but the card games. They were now starting a game of domino.

Bakugou was making the cookies and you watched him as he did. Your eyes followed his hands, his fingers were long and large. he had two silver rings on the pointer finger of his left hand. “Y/n, since you and bakugo don’t want to participate in any of the games, you can be the chefs for tonight. Make the cinnamon rolls too please.” Denki told you from the couch, snapping your attention away from Bakugou and you laughed softly going into the kitchen, “I do wanna play war with the cards though, so don’t forget about me when the card games come around.” you told him and he nodded his head.

“I could’ve made the cinnamon rolls.” Bakugou told you as you opened the ‘fridge. you rolled your eyes, “yes but they asked me, focus on your cookies idiot.” You replied grabbing them from the refrigerator. “Your mouth is too smart.” He said turning the oven on 350, You grabbed a pan from underneath the cabinet, loading them on the counter between the stove and refrigerator. You turned around, watching him as he placed the cookies in the oven, “so fix it.” you told him, looking him in his eyes, daring him to do something.

“I will.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that but you could tell that it wasn’t good but you didn’t care, what’s the worse that he could do.

You turned back around opening the cinnamon rolls, placing them on the pan after spraying spam onto the pan. You opened the oven, putting the cinnamon rolls inside. steve lacy played loudly on the tv and you danced around in the kitchen as you grabbed the things you needed, loving every part of this, you grabbed the oreos, placing them on the island top counter, along with the pancake mix. they told you to make fried oreos also. Bakugou watched you intensely. His eyes never leaving your dancing body.The only reason you knew how to cook was because your mother was a chef and was very experimental with foods and taught you lots of stuff. You grabbed the wisk, mixing in the water with the pancake mix. The mixing was going by very very slow and there was still chunks.

You started asking yourself what you did wrong until you felt Bakugos hands at your waist. He placed his hand over yours, showing you how to mix, you were about to tell him to move but he whispered something in you ear, “Play along, if they find out we don’t like each other shit will go down hill.” he told you and you sighed nodding your head. You knew he was right, everyone in this group liked each other, and if they found out that you 2 hated each other, things would go left. You knew how fragile this group was.

“Mix in small circles so you’re able to get everything.” He told you with his left hand still at your waist, he was able to mix everything together with ease. “Thank you.” you said softly, you felt yourself start to throb down there again as he pressed hisself against you more. You didn’t know if it was on purpose so you didn’t bother with saying anything. “Did your mother teach you how to cook?” you asked him and he shook his head. “No. I taught myself because I wanted to make food my way instead of hers. It wasn’t nasty or anything, just not what i wanted.” He stated firmly as he started up the grease to fry them in. Sounds like him. You stood next to him, “I still hate you.” He said and you looked up at him, “I hate you too. Trust me, the way i feel about you hasn’t changed.”

He tried to move you out of the way but you removed yourself from his grip, hitting him in his arm. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back and bringing his lips to your ear, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”He warned letting go of your hair harshly, you stood there in aw of what he just had done. There’s no way you were just gonna let him get away with that but what could you possibly do to him?

He walked away from you telling you to watch the grease, he just violated you and you stood there and let it happen. He’s so...so fucking annoying.

...

It was getting late, everybody had wined down. The music was turned off and the movie was on. You and Bakugo hadn’t talked since he did what he did, you decided to avoid him for the night, being in his presence irritated you. He had been so strict on everything tonight as if this was his house when it wasn’t. He told everyone that he didn’t wanna sleep on the couch or ground so he slept in one of the rooms upstairs. Popcorn was everywhere and now it was just a bunch of adults, sleeping wildly across the floors and couches.

You looked around softly laughing at everyone’s positions. Asui was sleep in the recliner, she was cute when she slept. Denki was on the other couch by himself with his feet hanging off the edge and slob coming down his cheek. Mina and Kirishima were on the ground, the 2 of them had been the most tired since they had been play fighting each other all day. Minas foot was in his mouth and kirishimas was in hers. you tried your hardest not to let out an ugly laugh, Yaoyorozu had left, telling us that she had family problems but you all knew she didn’t, she just hated sleeping anywhere that was not her bed. Todorokis head was in your lap, he stayed still when he slept. You got along with Todoroki the most, he was very observant. He tried telling you that Bakugou has been wanting to have sex with you since you came to the university and you almost slapped him for saying that, you knew it was a lie and he was just saying stuff. After that, he laid his head on your thighs asking if you had ever considered being a pillow. at that point you knew that it was time for him to get rest and he soon fell asleep.

Nobody but you had watched the movie all the way through, you had been watching this movie called hansle and grettle. It was very scary but confused you in the end a bit. You removed Todorokis head from your lap, gently placing it on the couch. You slid to the refrigerator, opening it, grabbing the picture of water. You grabbed a wooden cup from the cabinet placing it on the counter and poured the water inside it.

“Why are you up?” You heard a deep, raspy voice say. You jumped in surprise, spilling a little water on your shirt. You sighed turning around, seeing who had just scared the shit out of you. You were met with a wide awoke Bakugo, his hair was a bit messy and you couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked good. You turned back around, ignoring him. You were serious about ignoring him. You went on, drinking your water. “How long are you gonna keep up with this bull shit?” he asked you and you stood there silent, not answering him. You had been put on your satin pajamas after the games were over, bakugou had been upstairs the whole time you were here.

The satin pajamas barely fit but Mina insisted that you still wear them because you looked, “sexy”. Your thighs were all out, and the shirt fit like a crop top instead of a shirt, since your breast were big, the shirt raised up showing your underboob everytime you raised your arms above your head. You still had on your thigh length socks. You drunk the rest of your water, putting the cup in the sink. You placed the picture of water back in the refrigerator and You grabbed some paper towels going to wipe up the water you spilled.

You felt Bakugous presence behind you, “Move. I need a cup.” he told you and you stood there not listening to what he just told you to do. He purposely brushed his length against your ass, as he grabbed a cup, the same one as you. He went to the refrigerator, getting the picture of water, pouring it inside the cup he had. You watched him as he did so, his muscles were showing since he had on a black shirt and the black had fit him so well. Your eyes looked down, seeing his print through his grey sweatpants. It was huge, like big and you wondered how anybody could even take that inside them. Let alone get the tip in. Your eyes wandered to his hands, You had a hand kink and his hands fit into it. His fingers were neat, he had clear coat of polish on them. His fingernails were clipped to the perfect size. He took care of his hands. Veins popped out his hands slightly and his fingers were long. You found yourself getting moist as your mind wandered to how good his fingers would feel inside you.

His cup being sat down on the counter snapped you out of your fantasy. You looked back up to be met with his Vermillion eyes. He caught you staring, you hurriedly turned your head embarrassed. You hated yourself so much for this, for even thinking about such lewd things when it came to him. You hated him and him being so fucking perfect didn’t change that. You felt him behind you, this time his hands were at your waist. He positioned your hips, now your ass was rubbing against his cock. You took in a deep breath, restraining yourself from saying anything to him, “Its not nice to stare.” He told you in your ear as he moved your ass around his length. You stayed quiet, trying not to let a moan escape your lips. “Still giving me the silent treatment, are we?” His hand went across your bum, leaving a stinging sensation. You gasped, “C’mon y/n, say something before i go fucking crazy.” He told you as he played with the band of your shorts. You stayed quiet wanting to know what his crazy was. “You’re so god damn stubborn.” He said in your ear as you felt his hand press against your stomach, he began to place kisses on your shoulder and neck, feeling him sucking a little too hard, a small moan escaped your lips and you felt him smile against your skin, “I thought you hated me?”

You turned around to face him, “I-I hate you. Don’t ever for a second get to thinking that I don’t.” you told him as you pulled him closer towards you, crashing your lips against his, your small hands placed at his cheeks, loving how warm he was. He kissed back with more aggression, You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t like him but it was getting harder to believe as your body yearned for his touch and now the need to feel his hands all over you grew. He pulled back and tilted his head, “finally ready to fucking talk? i’ve got a lot to say darling.” he said as his hands squeeze your waist, you looked him in his eyes, scared of this eye contact but loving how beautiful his eyes were. “Like what?” you asked. His large hands traveled down to your ass, kneading it almost. “I hate you. hate you so fucking much but...” he continued to kiss you along your neck. “but i only hate you because i want you.” he stated in between kisses, “Nobody has ever made me want them,” his hands found there way to your breast, his large hands squeezing them, “but — god dammit— i’ve been wanting you ever since you walked onto that track field,” his hands were soon replaced by his mouth, your shirt now raised and your breast being sucked on, as if he was a baby, your moans were low and quiet. His eyes, looking up at you as he did so, watching you as you struggled to keep your moans to yourself.

Your back arched a little, and he brung his lips back up to yours. Everything was so heated and out of control but you liked it, so much pent up anger had led to this and fuck, it was good. His hands tugging at the hem of your satin shorts, wanting to touch something more private. Your breathing became heavy and you realized how far you and him were willing to take this. He pulled his ring off of his fingers, placing them on yours, “Can’t have them on while i finger fuck you so I want you to wear it.” He stated and you nodded your head. His hands found themselves inside your shorts and he dragged his middle finger between your pussy lips, “Someone you hate shouldn’t make you this wet darling.” He stated and the feeling of his thumb brushing against your throbbing clit made you moan almost too loudly. He smirked, already knowing this was the sensitive spot. He started to rub it faster and your lips parted as you held onto his arm. He knew how crazy this was driving you because with each circular motion, your pussy got wetter and wetter.

His two middle fingers pressed at your entrance as he brushed his thumb against your now swollen clit. You wanted this, needed it almost as he teased you. “Bakugo. I-I need you to...” you pleaded softly. “Need me to what. It’s not that fucking hard to say. C’mon.” you looked him in the eyes, he looked at you, “I need your permission. Tell me what the fuck you want y/n.” He spat out and your eyes fluttered at how he made wanting permission seem so aggressive but at the same turn a huge turn on, “I-I want your fingers inside of me.” You moaned, and he smiled shoving his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you placed your hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan. “Wasn’t that hard to say, was it?” He asked as he brung his fingers in and out of you, your fingers digging into his forearms, as quiet moans left your mouth repeatedly. He kept eye contact with you the whole time, making sure he saw how pretty your face looked when you moaned just for him. He started going faster and your brown pupils dilated, “I-I’m about to cum.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear but soft enough so that the others wouldn’t. “Shhh...cant let the others hear you now can we?” He asked and you shook your head no as his fingers grazed against your walls at a rapid pace.

Your legs got weak as his fingers bent up inside you when he reached your spot. His name was moaned loudly from your lips, followed by him removing his hands from out of you and bringing them to his lips, tasting the juices from your pussy on his fingers. he looked at you before placing his fingers deep down your throat. He pulled them out, wiping his fingers on your cheek, “I need a taste.” He stated and you shook your head no, “That’s too far. They’ll hear us.” You stated looking over into the living room. Bakugo grabbed your chin, making you face him, he kissed you again, this time more passionate and slow but still rough, he bit your bottom lip, pulling it. “They won’t hear if you stay quiet. This is all on you.” He replied and you stayed quiet as you felt his hands grab you and turned you against the island top counter , this was closer to the living room, too close almost. The couch was almost right in front of you, only the other side of the table in the way and you could see Todoroki sleeping along with the others.

Bakugou didn’t care and acted as if they were not there. He made you bend over a little and he pulled off your panties, your juices now not having anything to soak through at all. He rubbed your ass roughly before you felt him go down, “so fucking pretty.” He said underneath his breath before you felt his tongue glide between your folds, a groan found it’s way out of your mouth. He started to use his whole mouth, making sure he tasted every part of your pussy. Quiet moans and whimpers leaving your mouth everytime he sucked at your clit, making it even more swollen. He lifted your leg across the counter, his tongue finding its way back to your clit, licking it repeatedly. You never had felt this before, this was something new to you coming from Bakugou. You knew he was experienced but not this much. His mouth pleased you as his hands gripped your ass so he could get a clear view of your pussy. His tongue found itself pressing against your entrance and you moaned louder than expected, he slapped your ass, “Be quiet.” He lowly growled and you gasped as he went back to move his tongue in and out of you, “Bakugo...I’m about to-

“No you’re not.” He stated and you looked back at him confused, he continued to eat you, “I-I can’t...” you breathe out, “Hold it. I want to see your pretty face when you cum, I need to taste everything.” He told you as he turned you around and placed you on the counter. His hand pressed at your pelvic area. He placed 3 fingers inside of you, knuckles deep and your eyes went wide as your back arched. You couldn’t go much longer. You lost it when his lips sucked at your puffy clit. His wrist, thrusting his fingers in and out of you fast and rough at a uncontrollable pace at the same time. Your hands found themselves gripping his hair and he looked up at you, seeing sweat drip down from your face and your curls all messy now, this sight made his cock throb and want to have himself inside of you even more but he just couldn’t get enough of your taste. You looked down at him and you could feel yourself reach your climax, your started to tremble underneath his touch and a foreign liquid came out of your body as you let out a series of loud moans, not caring if you had awoken anyone. Bakugo licked up every juice through a sly smile. He looked up at you, “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.” He said pulling your panties back over your pussy, kissing your inner thigh gently before going up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his lips.

When you pulled away from him and looked down at his print, he was really on hard now. You wondered if he’d be willing to take it that far but you didn’t just wanna leave him hanging. You looked up at him, “I...I” you tried to find words but nothing would come out and he placed the palm of his hand on your small cheek, “I don’t need anything in return. Tasting you was more for me than it was for you.” He stated and you played with your fingers, “Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded his head at the living room, you turned around to see Todoroki starting to wake up, “I don’t think you’d keep quiet if i fucked you right here but I’m sure this was enough for you to control that smart mouth of yours when you’re around me.” He stated. “Bakugo-

“I wanted a taste and I got what I came here for. See you at practice.” He said in your ear, making you realize how much you still hated him, “I still don’t like you.” You told him and he chuckled deeply sending chills throughout your body, “Are you trying to tell me or yourself?” He responded and your cheeks heated up and you got quiet. You watched him as he walked back upstairs, you could’ve sworn you saw him wiping your remaining juices off corners of his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off as he left you. realizing what he asked you. You put back on your shorts and you watched as Todoroki got up and came into the kitchen sleepily. “Why are you up?” He asked as He came around to you half asleep. he was about to step into the puddle of your juices on the floor. “Todoroki don’t-

He stepped into it, getting his sock wet, “Who the fuck spilled water and didn’t get it up?” He asked and you acted as if you didn’t know, knowing that the mess came from you, “I-I don’t know but I’ll get it up.” You said softly, realizing that Bakugo didn’t take his rings back and that you’d have to give them back in the morning.

#bakugou smut #mha smut #bakugou imagine #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x black reader #bakugo x reader

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Backseat rider

Peter Parker x fem!reader (She/her)

Inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9lOKWFG54

I tried to write this in the second person so please tell me how you like it.

Summary: Inspired by the wonderful song Backseat Rider by Sara Kays, with my little twist on it, and with a happy ending.

You and Peter have been friends for a long time, and he promised you the first ride in his car. When you come back from your Europe trip, MJ is sitting in the passenger side. The fact that you are in love with him doesn't really help.

Or: Peter promised you a ride in his car and his stupid plan fails because he is jealous.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bad writing, grammatical mistakes,

Word count: 5.1k

English isn't my first language so please don't mind the grammar and sentence structure mistakes and stuff. If you have any suggestions on how to improve my writing, please let me know.

! Please don't repost my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you!

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9. September 2013

It was the first day of school and you were standing at a bus stop just a few blocks from your new apartment. You and your parents just moved to queens and you were starting in a new school.

With your new schoolbag which you got for your 12th birthday just 3 days ago slung over your shoulders, you tapped your foot nervously against the concrete under your newly polished shoes.

You were so excited to start 6th grade in a new school, away from the people in your old one. You were always a shy kid and some of the kids from your previous school picked on you just because of that.

The school became hell and you started making excuses as to why not to go in. At first, your parents were annoyed thinking you were just lazy. But you later opened up about your struggles and they started to take action.

But before much happened, one of your parents got a job opportunity in Queens, New York, and without much thinking, took it. When you left the school, you felt like you could finally breathe. A huge boulder fell off your shoulders and you were so excited to find some new friends and meet new people. To get a new start.

Due to the traffic, the bus came with a 7 minutes delay. And as the bus rounded the corner to arrive at the bus stop, a frazzled-looking boy came crashing into you.

Before you could crash to the ground, he caught your hand and pulled you towards him in an effort to save you from crashing into the hard ground.

“I am so so sorry, I didn’t mean to I fell asleep and burned my toast and spilled toothpaste on my shirt, and ” he took a deep breath before he continued with his rambling.

“Oh god I am so sorry, I’m rambling” He scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, truly. But I would really appreciate it if you let me go.” You said quietly and the boy’s eyes widened in horror.

“Sorry, sorry” he kept apologizing and mumbling underneath his breath.

“Please stop apologizing, nothing much happened,” You laughed lightly and he breathed out in relief.

“I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Parker,” he introduced himself more calmly. Now, that he wasn’t rambling and frantically running his hands through his hair, you could finally focus on his features. He was slightly shorter than you, with curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that were still tinted with sleep.

“Nice to meet you Peter my name is (Y/N) (L/N).” You introduced yourself and you stepped together into the bus. You looked around for two places to sit, preferably together.

“There,” Peter pointed to the back of the bus. You pushed through the crowd of people standing and made it to the seats. Peter let you sit beside the window and sat beside you.

“The public transport in new york is so horrible,” Peter whined and you raised your eyebrow.

“Is it? I just moved in like 2 weeks ago so I didn’t have much time to explore.”

“Oh, so this is your first day of a new school.” His eyes widened in realization and you nodded.

“What school are you going into?” He asked and you could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Palm tree elementary school.” You answered and Peter jumped in his seat.

“Oh my, me too, that’s so exciting, Ned will be so happy,” he squealed you smiled widely.

You talked the rest of the ride to your stop, and through the short walk to your school. This boy might just make this school much more exciting than you thought.

20. August 2019

“Okay, just wait for me outside of your apartment building I’ll come and pick you up,” Peter said into the phone and you hummed in acknowledgment.

“Okay Petey, I’ll be waiting, I missed you so much throughout the summer, I’m sorry I didn’t call” you apologized feeling guilty.

“It’s okay, I get it, I was the one to suggest it. Okay, I’m leaving, I’ll be at yours in about 10 minutes. ”

You and your family went to Europe for the majority of summer. You tried to keep in contact but of course, it was hard the time difference made it very difficult to find a time where you both can call and don’t lose sleep.

The first person to stop trying was Peter. On a rare call one night, he informed you that he didn’t want you to lose sleep just because you wanted to talk to him

“Don’t worry, you’ll tell me everything when you get back, just don’t forget to bring me souvenirs.” Peter teased and you laughed sadly. You missed him so much and the heavy feeling in your heart wouldn’t go away.

“Okay, just prepare yourself because I’ve gotten you a souvenir from every single location we went to.” You sniffled.

“Hey, don’t cry, everything will be alright nothing will change I promise.”

10 minutes later, Peter pulled up to your parking lot and your heart skipped a beat. Your smile widened and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. This was the first time you saw Peter after a month and a half. You returned from Europe only 4 days ago so you used that time to get rid of the jet lag.

Your smile dropped when you saw a shadow sitting on the passenger side. You shook your head and moved closer to the car. Peter stepped out of the car and you flung your arms around him. He tensed for a bit before he wrapped you up in his arms and breathed in your scent.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea,” he mumbled into your neck and you pressed your lips into his hair.

“I missed you too, for the last two weeks, my parents were a pain in the ass,” you complained and Peter laughed. Then he got serious.

“Well, at least you have parents.”

“...”

“I’m just kidding, don’t worry bug,” he giggled and you hit his shoulder lightly.

“I hate these jokes,” you complained.

“I know, that’s why I make them.” He giggled and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay. C’mon, I have my classmate MJ here, I wanted to introduce you two he stepped away and you wrapped yourself around yourself.”

Peter opened the back door for you and you thanked him. When you got into the car he closed the door behind you and quickly got into the driver seat.

“So MJ, this is (Y/N). Bug, this is MJ.” He introduced you two and you waved awkwardly.

“Hi, I heard about you so much, is so nice to meet you.” MJ greeted and you smiled.

“I would like to say the same but Peter has never talked of you,” you scratched your neck shyly and MJ waved her hand.

“It’s fine, me and Peter only started hanging out about 3 weeks ago, but we’ve gotten a lot closer.” She explained and you nodded.

“So, Peter told me you are in an art school,” Mj started and you shuffled to the edge of your seat so you could hear better.

“Yeah, I do interior design, color pallets, and furniture designs.” You explained and MJ nodded her head.

“That sounds really cool, you’ll be the first I’ll contact when I’m furnishing my house” MJ laughed and you giggled.

“Yeah sure, just give me a call,”

But then, it got quiet. You just relaxed against the seat behind you and closed your eyes for a few moments.

“So, I saw the star wars movies the other day, it was so good,” MJ exclaimed and Peter laughed out loud.

“I tried to get this lady into it but she hated it. The same with star trek.” Peter said, pointing at you.

“Yeah, I hate it so much,” you chimed in but they didn’t respond. They just continued laughing and talking without you. You couldn’t help but think that they looked so much like the two of you looked when you talked about both of your favorite things.

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MJ sat in the passenger seat for the next five weeks. When you traveled to school, from school, or even during the weekends.

She was there every single time Peter came to pick you up. And to be honest, it hurt just a bit more every single time you saw her sitting in the front seat of his car.

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You and Peter were supposed to go to see the new astronomical exhibition today. You were getting ready in your room when your eyes drifted over a framed picture on your vanity table. It was taken last summer, before he got his car, before MJ. You had taken it with your Kodak disposable camera in a parking lot in front of your local Target. You remember it like it was yesterday.

21. July 2018

It was around 10 p.m. when you and Peter left the target with a plastic bag of candy and a brand new disposable camera that you found in the sale aisle. You tore the safety tape away from the box and pulled out the instruction manual.

“I’m so excited; I’ve never had any of these.” You exclaimed and Peter chuckled at your happy face, threw his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you in closer to him.

“You are going to love it, it’s so fun. Especially because you have no idea how the photos are gonna turn out.” He smiled and you nodded.

“I always watch the tiktoks of people’s reactions to the developed photos, and they always look so happy, I want to try it.” you declared and pulled the camera out of the box.

“First things first bug, just a quick info, you need a lot of lightning for the photos to turn out good,” Peter explained and you waved your hand mindlessly, messing around with your temporary camera.

You quickly pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. You put the phone on the ground in front of him and he looked at you puzzled.

“Will you do me a favor and be the first photo on this camera’s film?” You asked him and Peter nodded, acting very posh and snobby.

“It would be an honor, my lady,” he faked a bow and you burst out laughing.

“Okay smile for me,” you giggled and Peter smiled widely. He was so beautiful. Hair messy, and a hoodie a little too big on his body, with the long sleeves making cute sweater paws.

“Come onnn take the picture so we can eat the sweets,” Peter whined and you quickly snapped the picture of him. He bent down, took your phone from the ground, and turned off the flashlight.

“Come on I even got us and your fuzzy socks so your toes won’t get cold,” he said and you hugged him from behind.

“you are the best, you know that?” you mumbled and he shrugged.

“Might’ve mentioned it a few times before” You let him go and he pulled out the blanket from his backpack.

“Come on let’s sit here,” he pulled you towards the curb a few feet away from the spot you were standing at. He sat down, wrapped his arms around your legs, and rested his face on your stomach.

“Let’s sit here and eat all these delicious candies” he looked at you with wide eyes and you dragged your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“Okay Doll, let’s do this,” you teased and he blushed hard.

“Stoop you know I blush when you call me that,” he complained and you laughed softly. You gently unwrapped his arms from your legs and sat down next to him.

“So, let dig in,” you rubbed your palms together and he put the bag between you two.

“I want the Reese’s,” you said and Peter handed them to you.

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“Smiile,” you smushed your cheek against Peter’s and he smiled into the camera. The flash had gone off and you smiled to yourself.

“I bet this one’s gonna be so good.” He said and you nodded.

“So, as I was saying, May told me that she wants to buy me a car for my 18th birthday. I don’t know how she wants to do that but I’m not complaining.” Peter gushed and you wrapped your arms around his middle.

“I’m so happy for you, you deserve it.” You smiled and Peter continued.

“I want to take you on a road trip when we finish school. All around the US. From New York to L.A,” he looked at you hopefully and you smiled at him widely.

“That sounds so good, we can go to grand canyon and Zion and so much more, Oh my God, we will need so much more of these disposable cameras. Peter, we need so much food and tents and sleeping bags and maps.” You took a deep breath before you continued.

“We should make a checklist, we should start preparing, Peter why are we sitting here?” you asked and Peter gently shushed you by putting his pointer finger on your lips.

“We still have 2 years bug, no need to overthink it, everything is gonna be fine.” He assured you and you nodded.

“Come here,” he pulled you towards him and your head landed on his chest. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent.

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You were pulled back to reality when your phone rang. It was Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), we are nearly here, only about 4 minutes.” He informed and your breath got stuck in your throat. ‘WE’. MJ is coming with you. He didn’t ask, he didn’t inform you beforehand. He just invited her.

“Ummm Pete I’m suddenly not feeling very well, I think I should go and lay down, maybe you should go alone,” you mumbled and he hummed.

“Okay, get better alright? We can go somewhere tomorrow.” He suggested and you hummed in agreement, as you couldn’t do anything else without breaking down.

“Okay (Y/N) goodnight, get well soon. I’ll see you tomorrow” He didn’t wait for your response before he hung up.

You stared at the phone as the tears cascaded down your cheeks and you put no effort into stopping them. You slowly wiped off the makeup you put on just a few moments prior and threw out the cotton pad.

You stood up from your vanity and moved over to your bed. You couldn’t understand it. What have you done wrong? Just a few months prior, Peter would drop everything to be with you when you weren’t feeling that well. Now, he didn’t even ask what was wrong.

You cursed yourself as you tried to keep your sobs at bay. You lost him and it was all your fault. If you called more often or at least texted and kept in contact during the summer, everything would be fine. He wouldn’t be in his car with someone else but with you. But the more you thought about it the more your mind betrayed you,

‘Wait, he was the one to suggest that you two would stop the contact, did he get tired of you? Did he want to get rid of you? Is he sending signals by hanging out with MJ every single time they should be hanging out alone?’ the thoughts in your brain were running around before they suddenly stopped.

“He didn’t call me bug,” you realized. He always called you bug, never (Y/N). He only called you that when he was annoyed or angry with you. You started thinking back to every single hangout you had in the past 5 weeks to see if you could stumble upon a memory where you angered or annoyed him. Nothing.

Your shoulders sagged and you put your face in your hands.

“What should I do now,” you asked yourself as you tried to remain calm and not to let any more sobs out. As you looked around your room, slowly calming down, you saw a piece of Peter’s hoodie peeking out from your closet. In a rage of fury, sadness, and anger, you quickly gathered every single piece of clothing Peter ever gave you and put them in a cardboard box.

Taking out a piece of paper, you took your favorite pen and started writing a little note for your now ‘ex’ best friend.

Dear Peter, returning your clothes, maybe you can give them to MJ, now that she is your best friend and you don’t care about me. Could’ve at least told me you didn’t want me in your life anymore, instead of sending mixed signals and hurting me by that. Fuck you. – Love, (Y/N)

You signed it with fury coursing through your veins and closed the box with duct tape. You swiped the stray tears that fell down your cheeks and threw on a hoodie.

“Going out for a few minutes!” you shouted to your parents and closed the door, before hearing their response. After putting the hood up, you opened the window to the fire escape and you threw your legs over the window sill, taking the full cardboard box with you.

“Let’s do this,” you mumbled to yourself and dropped down to the ground.

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The walk to Peter’s apartment didn’t take long, only about 10 minutes. But the walk felt so much longer this time, maybe because this would probably be the last time you would ever make it. You started tearing up just at that thought. You didn’t think this is how it would end. Six years of friendship ended just because you were too annoying. You shook your head and continued walking; you couldn’t afford to burst into tears in the middle of the road.

You stopped in front of Peter’s apartment and let out a shaky breath. This is it. You knew May would be at work, so you let yourself in with the key, underneath their doormat. You stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind you. You rushed into Peter’s room and threw the box on his bed. You didn’t want to linger around and experience the pain of remembering all of the memories you and Peter shared in this room.

You looked around one more time, and your eyes watered when you saw your favorite t-shirt thrown over his chair. You really wanted to take it but decided to against it. ‘He can do whatever he wants’ you thought and closed the door behind you.

The walk from his apartment wasn’t much better. But it was a bit shorter than the one before. You hadn’t had much time to think this time. You just came out of his building and in a few seconds, you were laying in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Now, that you calmed down a bit and your head cleared, you laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, face blank of any emotion. You got pulled back into reality by your phone vibrating. You sat up and moved the phone closer to your face. It was Peter.

You had 6 missed calls and 26 unread messages from the curly-haired boy. But you decided to ignore them and turned on the airplane mode. You curled up into a ball and snuggled up into your fluffy blanket. It was going to get better, you will get better, the pain will subdue, the anger will not.

You were so damn angry at him. How could he do this to you, string you along when he doesn’t want you in his life anymore? Letting a few tears slip, you let your eyelids droop and let your mind wander into the darkness of sleep.

----

“I don’t understand, what does she mean by a new best friend? What does she mean by not want her in my life anymore?” Peter asked as he paced around his room, with your note crumpled up in his right hand.

“I think you did the opposite of what you wanted to do you know?” MJ interrupted him and he looked at her horrified.

“This is all my fault, I’m the reason she feels like this,” he mumbled and continued pacing in circles.

“Remind me why you wanted to do this again?” MJ scoffed and Peter stopped to think.

“To make her jealous,” he mumbled and MJ stood up and hit him across the forehead with a rolled-up engineering magazine she found randomly thrown under his pillow.

“You are so stupid, Peter. And I can’t believe I helped you. But at least I got the cute girl’s number,” she mumbled the last part and Peter ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

“I fucked up,” he announced and MJ glared at him.

“Yeah, no shit genius. Remind me how this started again. In detail and soak in just how stupid you are,” she growled out and he got lost in the painful memory.

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It was around 3 weeks after his best friend left for Europe, he was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when he saw a photo she posted just 4 hours ago. He went to like it but his thumb froze before he could double-tap. It was a photo of her smiling, looking as beautiful as ever, on a beach with a sunset behind her. But it wasn’t her that made him freeze, it was the boy that was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She was grinning at him, her smile shining brighter than all of the stars in the night sky.

“Who the fuck are you?” Peter mumbled to himself as he looked over more of the photos in the post. As he scrolled, the pair of them only grew closer on the pictures. Them sharing a meal, them in the sea, them on a carnival with a huge green teddy bear in her arms. Just from the last picture, it was clear that the boy won the plushie in one of those shitty scam carnival games Peter couldn’t play even if he really wanted to.

But what really got him, was the post from her private Instagram, the boy from the previous photos was kissing her on the corner of her mouth. Tears gathered up in his eyes as he exited the app and ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

‘Could she have a boyfriend? But she didn’t tell me,’ his breathing got quicker and he had a sudden urge to puke. Before he could stop himself, he opened his contacts app and scrolled to find MJ’s phone number, she could help him.

“Hey, I know this is a lot to ask but I need you to help me make my best friend jealous.” Those words came from his mouth before he could even think about them.

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“I told you before you started with this stupid plan of yours that it won’t work out,” MJ snapped him out of his mind. Peter stared into the distance before he snapped out of it.

“I need to go and see her, I need to explain,” Peter rushed out before MJ stopped him.

“You need to give her some time, she wouldn’t want to see you, and only get angry or even more upset.” She explained and Peter nodded in understatement.

“You are right, I will let her cool off for a week, and then talk to her,” Peter concluded. MJ blinked in surprise.

“Are you sure you want to give her a week? I was thinking more like 2 days, not 7,” MJ said cautiously and Peter huffed out angrily.

“God, why are you so cryptic, why can’t you just tell me and help,”

“Because this is your relationship, that is on line, not mine. And you want me to solve this for you,” MJ raised her voice and Peter rolled his eyes.

“God, this is useless” he mumbled and the girl in front of him scoffed.

“I can just leave if that’s what you want,” She stood up to leave but Peter grabbed her forearm gently.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just really anxious and I want to see her. But you are right, I shouldn’t leave her without explanation for such a long period of time,” Peter apologized and MJ nodded.

“I need to go, mum wants to watch this new movie she saw in Target, I’ll text you okay?”

“Okay bye, enjoy the movie,” Peter mumbled and MJ walked out of his room.

“Great Parker, just great,” he mumbled to himself as he watched her leave through his window.

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2 days later

Peter was standing in front of your school, waiting for you to finish. The last two days have been torture for him and he couldn’t wait to talk to you. When he heard the bell ring on the inside of the building, he stood up from the bench he was sitting on and moved closer to the main entrance, just a precaution and so he wouldn’t miss you walking out.

He started to get worried when he didn’t see you walk out even after 15 minutes.

‘Maybe they had some science lab and are cleaning up or something he thought to himself to calm down a bit. Then, he saw one of your friends, Bee, walk out and he waved at them.

“Hey, she isn’t here today,” Bee said to Peter. He only frowned. That’s weird.

“Okay, thanks Bee, do you think she could be at home? Is she sick?” Peter asked and Bee frowned at him.

“I thought you were best friends, you don’t know where she is?” Bee asked him and Peter looked down looking very guilty.

“We had a fight,” he mumbled and Bee scoffed.

“Well, I guess you fucked up pretty bad because she never misses school.”

“I know, I fucked up and I hurt her, but I just want to make it better, I gave her time to cool off and now, I need to apologize,” Peter explained and Bee nodded their head.

“Okay Parker, last chance, if you hurt her to this extent ever again, I’ll kick you in the balls.” Bee threatened and Peter nodded.

“Don’t worry, this is the first and last time this has ever happened, won’t hurt her ever again, I promise,” Peter said and Bee could tell his words were genuine.

“Fine Parker go, and if she is not at school tomorrow, you are a dead man, I’m telling you that right now.”

“Don’t worry Bee, I’m going to make this right,” Peter promised as he walked away from your school.

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“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Your mom called out and you looked from under your blanket. You couldn’t function correctly for the past few days, the loss of your best friend being too much to bear.

“Tell them to go away please,” you mumbled and she shook her head sadly. You stopped crying a while ago, no tears left in your body.

You heard a gentle knock on your door.

“Hey bug,” You whipped your head towards the voice, and the tears you thought ran out, welled up in your eyes. He was there, even after he exchanged you for someone else.

“Pete,” you whispered and he quickly walked towards you and sat on your bed. You threw yourself into his arms but then quickly pulled back and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and Peter shook his head.

“I came to apologize, I hurt you by my actions and made you think something, that isn’t true at all,” he explained and you tilted your head, reminding Peter of a cute, confused puppy.

“I will just tell you the truth, and hope you will be able to forgive me.”

“I was jealous. It’s simple as that, and now that I’ve said it out loud, it sounds so stupid.” He took a deep breath and slowly tangled his fingers in yours.

“The truth is, I have feelings for you. You know what? Scratch that, I’m in love with you and have been for a long time. When I saw you with the guy in Europe, being all cute and sweet together, I just lost it.” He confessed and looked up to see your face. You had an unreadable expression on your face.

“Fuck, he even got you a huge teddy bear from the carnival scam games, I could never do that for you, and I know you love that corny stuff.” He said with a shaky voice and could feel the tears push into his eyes.

“I wanted to make you jealous, but I hurt you instead and that hurts me even more than seeing you with that boy.” He said and then kneeled on the floor beside your bed. He took your other hand into his and kissed your knuckles gently.

“I’m so sorry Bug, please forgive me,” he begged as he put his forehead against your hand. The tears that gathered in his eyes flowed freely down his perfect face and it hurt you to see him like this. You took your hand away from his and you could see the quick flash of pain on his face. You caught one tear with your finger and whispered.

“Please don’t cry, I’m going to cry too,” he quickly looked up and smiled sadly, when he saw your sunken and tired face.

“I forgive you, Peter.” You said with a crack in your voice.

“And you know, it actually worked out, I was so jealous when I saw you with her.” You confessed.

“I love you too Peter, I always have” you whispered and Peter’s face lit up with joy.

“You, do?” He asked and you nodded with a slight smile on your face.

“I do, so so much,” You caressed his cheek, shuffled closer to him, and kissed him on the forehead.

“Come here and lay with me,” you demanded and Peter chuckled.

“Well, what my lovebug wants, she gets.” Peter teased and you hid your face in the blanket.

“I kinda like it,” you whispered shyly and Peter laughed lightly.

“Scoot over love, let me lay with you.” You shuffled over and Peter slipped under your blanket. He laid down and slowly maneuvered your body, to lay comfortably on his chest.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow, we’ll work it out, I promise.” You mumbled and Peter nodded and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, Peter”

“I love you my Bug,” It was quiet for a bit before Peter spoke once again.

“So, who was the boy in the photos?”

“PETER!”

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