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anonymousewrites · 2 years ago

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Curse to My Heart Chapter Four

Chapter Four: On the Eve

“Damn it all!” Loki hurled his latest book into his pile of abandoned tomes and slumped down in his seat, gazing out his castle’s library window in frustration.

“Loki, you’ve read and reread every book on curses you own,” said Sylvie in annoyed exhaustion.

“There must be a way to break it. There must,” muttered Loki. “Tomorrow the boy turns eighteen. I must find a cure immediately.”

“You can’t,” said Sylvie firmly. “I know it upsets you, but you ensured only True Love’s Kiss could break the spell. Scour every book a hundred times and you will still find nothing.” Her gaze softened as she looked at Loki. “You wanted Quentin to never have hope of breaking it on his own, so you made the curse strong.”

Loki’s eyes turned sorrowful. “But I must because…” He searched for the words, but they did not come easily without a swath of emotions. “Because I must be honorable. Like her.”

“Because you’re in love with her.” Sylvie said it plainly, no question in it. She heard it in how Loki spoke of (Y/N), how he looked at her.

Loki froze. “I—I do not. I simply understand that the boy is not at fault for his father’s sins, and as (Y/N) does, I should comport myself with more…Well, not humility, but honor.”

“Yes, and that’s why you have neither eaten nor slept since (Y/N) left yesterday,” muttered Sylvie.

“Instead of teasing me, you could try to help,” snapped Loki.

Sylvie raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. She would not take Loki being rude to her. She might owe him a debt and help him, but she was no servant. They were friends.

Loki sighed. “Apologies, Sylvie. I…I struggle to control myself at this moment.”

Sylvie pursed her lips and sighed. “I will travel to the fae villages and see if I can discover any helpful information.” She walked to the door before pausing and looking back. “I think (Y/N) might respect you for trying, you know.”

“But after Peter falls asleep, she won’t. She’ll remember that I should simply have never cast that spell,” said Loki.

“Maybe,” said Sylvie. “But I think if she was really that stubborn, she would have slapped you the moment you turned up at that cottage. She seems like the type.”

“Alright, all done up, looking sharp, your father will be so excited to see you,” said Banner, rambling as he finished buttoning Peter’s embellished vest.

As he continued muttering to himself about how glad he was to be going away from this tiny cottage, Banner walked out of the room, picking up items he, Thor, and Valkyrie were taking with them as he went. (Y/N) sighed and put her hand on Peter’s shoulder, who was quiet through all of the preparations.

“How are you feeling, Peter?” asked (Y/N).

“I want to stay here,” he answered softly. “I don’t know the King. You’re the one who raised me—this is my home. I don’t want to leave.”

“I know, Peter, neither do I,” said (Y/N). She squeezed Peter’s shoulder.

“What’s going to happen when I get there?” questioned Peter worriedly.

“You’ll be properly crowned the Crown Prince.” (Y/N) sighed. “King Quentin will teach you to rule properly.”

“And you?” Peter looked at her worriedly. “What will happen to you?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I go back to my job as a maid.” She smiled. “I was just upgraded to babysit you, you brat.”

Peter smiled slightly, her attempt to cheer him up working a bit. “I’m going to miss you. I’ll try to still see you.” He perked up. “Maybe I could get the King to you a title for all that you’ve done.”

(Y/N) waved a hand. “That’s nice of you, but I doubt that’s going to happen.” She made a face. “Men are the one’s given titles for acts of bravery.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just drop you off and make a run for it.”

Peter’s face fell. “You’d just leave me?”

Goddamn it, thought (Y/N), her resolve failing as the boy she raised looked at her sadly. “No, no. I’ll stay. Don’t have the money to runoff anyways.” She gave Peter a final pat on the shoulder. “Let’s go. The fairies will go into conniptions if we wait any longer.”

Peter sighed. “I wish I could have said goodbye to MJ.”

Me too, Peter. Me too, thought (Y/N) ruefully. She glanced out the window to where the trees of the fae kingdom loomed above the thorn wall, visible even from this distance. And I wish I could have said goodbye to Loki.

“Announcing his highness, Prince Peter!” said Thor with his booming voice as he opened the Great Hall’s doors with his magic.

Banner, Thor, and Valkyrie walked into the hall confidently as hushed whispers started up among the lords and ladies who had been expectantly awaiting Peter’s return. Poor Peter shifted uncomfortably until (Y/N) gave him an encouraging nudge forward. The group walked down the aisle to the large dais where Quentin, now the sole ruler of the kingdom, sat in his large, imposing throne. He looked down at the approaching people with a relaxed body but cold, calculating eye.

He rose from his thrown and threw out his arms, his green and purple robes swaying with his movement to showcase their ornate velvet material. The lords and ladies looked at his expensive, showy look with jealousy and respect, but (Y/N) remain unimpressed. The finest clothes she had seen, after all, were on a very different man. One (Y/N) felt very differently about.

“Welcome!” Quentin greeted them magnanimously. “My son, your return has been anticipated with much excitement!” He descended from the dais, letting his clothes trail behind him.

(Y/N) was struck by how thin and tired he looked beneath his jewels and robes. The years had not been kind to him as his stress and fear of Loki built into an insanity to protect himself. But Quentin still struggled to maintain a dignified personality, and no one saw through it. But (Y/N) did. Unlike the lords and ladies, she knew the truth of Quentin’s dealings with Loki.

Quentin shook each of the fairies’ hands. “Thank you for watching over my son. I owe you much.” He did not look at (Y/N) at all.

Asshole, she thought.

He turned to his court, grabbed Peter’s hand, and raised it above his head. “He shall spend his final night as a boy here, in the safety of the castle! And tomorrow, our victory against that witch Loki will be absolute!”

Peter glanced back at (Y/N) uncomfortably, not just because he didn’t view the King as his father. (Y/N) had explained the curse to Peter and who had cast it, but she, unlike the fairies, told him the complete truth—Loki had watched over him and regretted his actions. Peter knew the curse mays till come to fruition, but he understood that Loki no longer held malice in his heart towards Peter. He also knew that (Y/N) cared for Loki, and hearing about him seemed to upset her in the last few days.

Peter did not say anything, he knew the fairies didn’t know about their encounters or how much Peter knew about the situation that they didn’t, but he could not help worrying for the woman he saw as a mother. She was sad. He didn’t like it. But Peter forced a smile onto his face for his “father.” Perhaps Loki’s regret would break the curse, stop it. Maybe he and (Y/N) could take Peter away from the castle and they could live free for the rest of their lives.

“Come, my boy, we have much to speak about,” said Quentin, pulling Peter from his thoughts.

Peter smiled uncomfortably. “Right.”

“I hated that,” muttered Peter as (Y/N) led him into his room. Guards were outside, waiting to lock the door so Peter couldn’t find a spindle to prick his finger on once the clock chimed midnight.

“You survived it,” said (Y/N). “And now you just have to survive tonight.” She took a deep breath and put her hands on Peter’s shoulders. “I promise that whatever happens tonight, I’ll be there, okay?”

“And then…we can run away?” asked Peter.

(Y/N) sighed. “If you make it through the night with absolutely no troubles, then sure, I’ll consider it.” She grinned. “But that’s only if you don’t do anything in desperation to prick your finger because ‘the curse compelled you.’ ”

Peter smiled. “Deal!” He smirked. “And maybe go find Loki…?”

“I don’t know why you’d want to see him,” said (Y/N), primly avoiding the insinuation.

“Yeah you do,” said Peter.

(Y/N) scowled (but she wasn’t really angry). “I don’t like your tone, young man.”

Peter shrugged. “Fae kingdom seems as good a place as any to run away to.”

“Would be the last place they’d think to look for us,” admitted (Y/N), rolling her eyes. “But that isn’t even a possibility until you make it through tonight, okay?”

“Right,” said Peter, his face set in determination.

“I have to head out, now,” said (Y/N), stepping back. She gave a lopsided grin and a wink. “Almost midnight, princess. Guards have to lock you up in your tower.”

Peter smiled as she left. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“That’s the spirit,” called (Y/N) as the guards shut the door.

And as she began the walk to her own quarters, the moon crept higher in the sky as the next day drew closer.

(Y/N) felt oddly sluggish as she mounted the stairs. She paused and shook her head to clear it, but as she went, it only got worse. Her whole body felt heavy, like something was keeping her from moving properly. However, (Y/N) had no difficulty taking steps—in fact, she felt like a current was pushing her up. She just felt like her actions were not totally in her own control.

It only worsened as she arrived at her room. (Y/N) felt like she was trapped within her own body, just a mind within a vessel acting on another’s whims.

This can’t be good, she thought dismally.

At least she could still think. It was the small things that really mattered, right? That and the fact she might be walking to her doom, but (Y/N) was trying not to think of that (it was more than a little depressing to think of, and she had enough on her plate).

The door to her room swung open of its own accord, a slight green glow covering it as it revealed a mostly barren room within.

Even worse.

Her familiar bed and small chest for clothes sat on one side of the room, but (Y/N) could not look at them. Not because of her inability to control herself, no—the spinning wheel in the middle of the room was more immediately concerning.

Well, that does it. I think this is the worst-case scenario.

The spinning wheel was an ebony wood, carves with runes and little depictions of Loki and (Y/N)’s time together. Her heart clenched at the reminder of them more than it clenched at the fear of what was going to happen to her. For (Y/N)’s arm, unbidden, was raising as she continued forward, her hand level with the silver needle gleaming under the midnight moonlight.

Wow…I must have offended Loki so much by refusing his offer that he cursed me. I knew he was petty.

As much as (Y/N) tried to brush the severity of her situation aside, however, she knew the truth. Seeing her actions on the exact date the original curse was supposed to come to pass, she had thought back to that fateful day.

I tried to protect Peter from the curse. I got hit instead, and the curse was general enough that it accepted me as the effected. (Y/N) wanted to be upset at herself, get annoyed for not realizing earlier or for stupidly moving to help Peter all those years ago, but she felt only pride and happiness.

She had done something selflessly of her own free will. She had done something meaningful. She had protected Peter. Yes, it had unfortunately led to his moment where an endless sleep lay before her, but it was worth it.

(Y/N) could only regret one thing as her finger touched the spindle—she would never be saved. Because True Love needed to be reciprocated, and she would never love whoever came for her. She loved Loki.

A drop of blood beaded on her finger even as her eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed to the ground.

I wish he loved me back.

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deathmimedream · 10 months ago

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Terzo gave a soft sigh, golden claws tangling in duo-toned hair.

He wasn’t dead.

This was real.

Real!

He burrowed against Al’s chest with a contented sigh, dampening that scarlet jacket in tears, clinging with the little bit of strength he had left after such an ordeal.

“L…Lvvve Yyyy…ou.” He gurgled.

Once he healed, Imperator would be in for a wicked shock.

He was more concerned with Alastor and relearning how to breathe with muck in his lungs yet to realize right away that Alastor was talking to someone else.

Slowly, his head turned, and even that motion hurt, but he looked at Bawon, and instantly knew why, and how he was back.

It was a debt he could never hope to repay.

Bawon reached into his coat, pulling out a fresh cigar to light.

“Y’all don’t owe me. Consider it a reward, y’both kept to your hearts, to one another, and held to unwavering faith. Terzo, your brothers sit at Lucifer’s right hand, took ‘em there myself before coming back here with your soul. They rest at ease. Least I could do for ‘em. “

Terzo mouthed a thank you, remembering once more that speech was near impossible for now.

Bawon chuckled, and gently patted the antipope’s head.

“Lucifer owed me a favor or three, so once y’all are back on your feet, you’ll be on more even ground with your beloved. “

He looked up from Terzo to Alastor.

“Now, Mon Ami, you’ll have to help Terzo. He’s a fledgling demon now, and has a lot more to learn. Luci said he’s got potential to get plenty stronger, but right now he needs to heal what the dragon ripped from him.”

The Lwa stood, giving a stretch and dusting himself off.

He looked at Cici.

“I…I found some of your lost memories. Not everything, but enough for you to remember that this ministry should be singing your name alongside Lucifer’s.”

Cici blinked, turning away from the entrance.

“What? Why? My bloodline is long buried, forgotten…”

Bawon held out a small, fragment of power, barely larger than a garden pea.

Cici took it, and glowed, briefly, he gasped, and tears fell from his eyes.

“This…all of this….”

Bawon nodded.

“This was your dream. The legacy of your bloodline, and why you came back. You were buried and forgotten due to jealousy, madness and spite. The imperator bloodline has had more than its fill of murder. ‘Bout damn time y’all worked together to put it right..” he looked back to the lovebirds.

He bent down to grab the half-empty rum bottle, and chugged about half of what remained.

“I have done what I can here, now it’s up to all of you, the ones still loyal to the faith here, and the ones that still love. Now, if y’all will excuse me, I’ll be on my way.”

They all blinked, and Bawon was gone, along with the offerings.

He only left the scent of his cigar behind.

Terzo gave a small, choked off breath, and more of that horrid embalming fluid and blood goo was coughed up, as hand slid up to claw at his own throat.

Hands that were no longer gloved, but stained black, his claws as golden as the scarring on his neck.

His teeth became sharp, predatory and almost cat-like in nature, ears softly pointed, his eyes glowing balefull emerald green and ice blue. Years melted from his body, leaving him in his thirties, as his body changed into whatever it needed to live.

Another sickening cough, more gore being forced out of him, and he buried his face against Alastor’s chest, arms finally sliding around the stag.

He coughed a few more times, and panted for breath, before finally falling limp in the other demon’s arms, weak from his return to life, and his transformation from mortal…

… to demon.

But he was breathing, alive, eyes open, brow furrowed a moment in confusion.

He was dead. Right? Murdered horribly after a week or more of brutal torture.

Excommunicated and condemned for all eternity, never to see Alastor again.

He wasn’t fully aware yet, mind still foggy, body kitten-weak, still hurting.

He slowly lifted his hand, cupping the demon’s cheek, reassuring himself that this was real.

He was here, he was warm, alive, and though it was still ragged, he was breathing.

He gave a small, exhausted smile, his bright, glowing, mismatched eyes meeting crimson.

His mouth opened, but there weren’t any words, just a sad, strained squeak.

But it had sounded very much like a word.

The most important word in the universe to Terzo.

“Ahhh…lll….ahh..ssst…orrrr?”

#alastors-radioshow #tw:gore #tw:blood #::let your colors bleed and blend with mine~::

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lxstfuleclipse · 2 years ago

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dante + vergil w/ an umbra witch s/o

【 D A N T E 】

There may have been stories told to him and his brother from their father about the Umbra Witches. The power they once held, the roles they had to play for balance, and how they fell.

OH, but imagine his surprise when he found you.

Let’s say he met you after a job. He’s whistling, dragging the head of a demon behind him, his sword propped up on his shoulder as he prepares to collect his pay for another job well- done, (even though Lady ain’t about to do nothing but put it towards his seemingly bottomless pit of debt) and there you are in all of your fierce glory.

You’d be fighting your own battle at the moment, fighting against a demon that was resisting your control, and it didn’t take too long for the half- demon to get interested by how you held your own.

The way you fought was elegant, majestic, but at the same time held such brutality and power as you danced across the battlefield. You were agile and quick, not letting even a single scratch taint your form.

And let’s just say, you were a good shot, ‘cuz you never missed a beat.

Then, as you were trying to evade attacks. . your clothing began to be torn by your opponent.

But, once you transformed into your proper work attire, he was hooked.

After you took a bow as you emerged as the victor, you quickly turned as you heard slow clapping from the man.

"Now, that's what I call gettin' the job done! How 'bout an encore, sweetheart?"

Then, the chase ensued. And you both loved it.

No matter what you were doing or where you were, you were drawn to each other like moths to a flame. The teasing, the flirtation, the tension, it all increased your need for one another. It was yearning to be freed, to be embraced.

When you finally end up being together, it's a wild ride.

He knows good and damn well that you have the skills and knowledge to protect and fight for yourself, he admires that about you. But, that doesn't stop him from being the slightest bit protective over you. He's lost so many people that he held dear, and he'd be damned if he was going to lose you too. His everything. He'd do whatever it took to keep you safe, for you to keep coming home.

He loves those quiet days when it's just the two of you, spending time with one another, maybe playfully fighting over the last slice of pizza, dancing to the same songs on that busted ass jukebox. It's his peace, and knowing you're there with him makes it so much better. You were worth fighting for.

And when he saw you summon an Infernal during a fight, he was astonished, I'm talking, jaw on the floor.

He thinks it's cool as fuck, and thinks of Demon Masquerade like his Devil Trigger.

He's fucking amazed at the way you transform yourself into your Infernals, he may or may not try to get you to do it during jobs just to see you go apeshit.

But, when it comes to you summoning Infernals to finish off stronger enemies on a job, he hates to think of the worst: Your Infernals turning against you, and he's not there to save you. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if that ever happened and you were harmed, even though you reassure him time after time, he loves you too much to lose you.

At the end of the day, you two go hand in hand. Even when you have those stupid arguments about wanting to eat something other than pizza for the umpteenth time this week.

And man, does he love the way you blow him a kiss when either of you are heading off for another job or to tease him during training.

【 V E R G I L 】

Just like his big- headed ass twin, he's been told the stories of the great and powerful Umbra Witches by their father.

You both actually fought each other, and boy did you actually get him interested. You were more than a worthy opponent. Even when you'd be a little flirty mid-battle.

"Damn, you're fine! If this little fight is your way of flirting, you could've just asked me to dinner."

"I don't have time for nonsense."

The moment he tries to charge at you with the Yamato, you clashed with your heel, then he soon came to his realization, you weren't just any ordinary human.

When he ended up in a tight spot, you were there to save the day, blow him a kiss and wink before disappearing, it didn't fail to make him blush and roll his eyes.

Now, Vergil is cold and reserved man. He's spent most of his days in Hell, thinking of more ways to obtain the power he seemed to lack. He's never been around others for long, the social skills are a bit off. But, after all he's been through, it's going to take time for him to truly trust you, trying to shut off all of those stupid, warm, and fuzzy feelings he started to develop. You were so different.

The moment he let it all go is when he saved you instead, how you fell into his arms after being taken off guard by your opponents, gazing into your eyes and knowing that maybe he can be different too. He could be better, he could change. He accepted it all as soon as he destroyed your enemies.

You two seemed to be from two different worlds, but none of that mattered.

He'd be impressed with your Infernal summoning, though he knew that he'd be able to put them back in their place too if they ever tried to disobey you. He wasn't able to protect his mother, but he's sure as hell ain't gonna let anything touch you.

Although he doesn't exactly show it, he adores your company, the long walks underneath the night sky, your arms around his as you both talked about whatever was going on in your heads while your gentle hands caressed his bicep.

He loves to read his books with you laying on his shoulder, reading along with him or quietly asking him to read to you, sometimes you read to him too. It's peaceful, just the two of you there, holding hands as you read.

You elegance matched so well with your brutality during battle, he admired your skill and the beauty of it. The beauty of you.

#devil may cry x reader #devil may cry x black!reader #x black!reader #devil may cry headcanons #dante x reader #vergil x reader #dmc x reader

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burnedbyshoto · 3 years ago

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for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again.

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do.

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck.

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good.

Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation.

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours.

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals.

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor.

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that.

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath.

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like.

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day.

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave.

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years ago

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Devil in Disguise... Part 8/?

Lee Bodecker x reader series

Warnings: swearing, threats, choking, protective!Lee

<Part 7<

Lee stood at the front door on the rickety old porch, scowling at the thought of you being forced to live there. His balled up fist hammered against the door, almost putting it through with his anger. A few moments later and the door was opened by Mrs Riley.

"Oh, Sheriff, what a pleasant surprise." She gave him a nervous smile, trying her best not show it.

Lee glared at her. "Mrs Riley," He nodded. "Bobby-Ray home?"

"Yes, Sheriff." She nodded. "Just upstairs."

"Would ya' get him." Lee placed his hands on his hips, making him look even more intimidating to the middle aged widow.

She nodded and scurried off to bottom of the staircase. She called up to her son before turning back to face the Sheriff as he entered the house. "Would ya' like a drink, Sheriff? Coffee?" She moved in to the kitchen.

"No. I won't be here long." He glared at her, slowly taking a step towards her. "He tell ya' about last night?"

Mrs Riley shook her head, "What about last night?" She asked as she kept her gaze fixed in front of her as she made coffee.

Lee stared daggers at her before turning his head towards Bobby-Ray as he stepped off the bottom step. His gaze narrowed on the young man before he turned on his heels and headed for him. "C'mere," He grabbed Bobby-Ray by the collar.

"Hey!" He called out, trying to pull the Sheriff's hands off him. "Get your damn hands-"

"Stop it!" Mrs Riley yelled at Lee.

Lee shoved the boy into the wall, holding him by the throat just like Bobby-Ray had with you. "Shut the fuck up!" He snarled at her. "Your debt with George Y/L/N," He shoved his free hand into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of money. He threw it towards the woman. "It's cleared. Ya' here?"

"But -"

"No buts!" He squeezed his hand a little tighter around Bobby-Ray's throat until he gasped. Lee smirked, "Your little game of blackmail, is done. Ya' leave George, and Y/N alone." He turned back to Mrs Riley. "If ya' don't, I'll put his ass in jail." He said as he let go of Bobby-Ray.

The boy dropped to the floor gasping and coughing. Lee paid him no attention as he made his way towards a terrified Mrs Riley.

"Understand? 'Cause I ain't fuckin' 'round. I hear 'bout either of ya', goin' anywhere near, or doin' anythin' to hurt, or upset my girl, I'll put him away. For good. No bail, no way out. Leavin' ya' to fend for yourself... Who knows," Lee smirked as he reached up and grabbed a hold of her jaw tightly causing her to cry out. "I might even kill ya'." He whispered.

She shook her head, "Please... No."

Lee let go of her before straightening himself out and then taking his hat off, running his hand over his hair before neatly replacing his hat. "Do you understand me, Mrs Riley?"

She nodded, her eyes with fear, knowing the Sheriff meant every word of his threat. "Y-Yes, Sheriff."

"Good." Lee smiled. "Have a good day, ma'am." He tipped his hat before turning and narrowing his eyes at Bobby-Ray. "Bobby-Ray." He almost growled as he walked last him and out the door, slamming it shut behind him, leaving him with a pleased and smug smile on his face.

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heyiwrotesomethings · 4 years ago

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Of Debts and Stress

Mary Saotome x She/Her Reader

A/N: Mary is such a great character like wth. I hope I did her some justice. There is a mention of characters from Kakegurui Twin, but the story takes place when Yumeko shows up in the main series. Thanks for reading! Word Count: ~8,929 (Me seeing this number for the first time: HOLY SHIT what have I done?! No wonder this took so long lol)

“Did you see the look on that loser’s face when I laid down that royal flush?” Mary laughed, her lips curled in a triumphant smirk as she descended the stairs with (Y/n) following close behind. “To see the light just drain out of his eyes after he realized that his full house was trash was just priceless,” she paused a moment at the bottom of the stairs, causing (Y/n) to bump into her before the blonde turned to face her. “Well, maybe not priceless, I guess you could say it was worth 5,000,000 yen!”

“Mary,” (Y/n) began, rubbing the back of her neck and shifting her eyes to watch other students climb the stairs, “It’s not like I’m not impressed or anything, but don’t you think you went a little too hard on the guy? I mean, he’s a house pet now.”

Mary’s smirk sunk into a frown as she crossed her arms and leaned her hip against the banister with a huff, looking up at the girl who still stood on the last step of the stairs, with a roll of her eyes, she replied, “He wanted to gamble, it’s not my fault if he didn’t weigh the rewards with the risk. Don’t be such a downer (Y/n), you’re really killing my mood here.”

“Sorry, I guess I just feel bad for him.”

“(Y/n), it’s all a part of how this fucked up school works. If you don’t like it, then why the hell did you even apply?” Mary threw her arms up in aggravation.

“Hey, do you think you two could move? You’re blocking half the staircase.” a student called impatiently from behind (Y/n).

“Can’t you see we’re talking here?” Mary glared at a spot above (Y/n)’s head, “Just go around us, idiot!”

The student grumbled, but clumsily made his way through the students that were walking up the stairwell.

“Maybe we should keep walking,” (Y/n) smiled sheepishly, crooking one of her arms with Mary’s and pulling her away from the stairs and towards the school entrance.

“Hey, let go!” Mary pushed out of the hold, blushing furiously, before clearing her throat and giving (Y/n) a side glance as the other girl laughed good-naturedly. “You haven’t gambled yet today, shouldn’t you have at least one match to make sure you don’t fall behind in the rankings?”

“I don’t feel like gambling today,” (Y/n) shrugged, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“You better get your act together or you’ll end up a mittens,” Mary warned.

“Sorry I’m not into high stakes gambles. I’d rather win a little at a time than blow it all away on one game,” (Y/n) explained.

“Ha, that new poochie should have taken a page out of your book,” Mary grinned, but sobered quickly, “But seriously, don’t fall too far behind or I’ll have to leave you to the dogs, got it?” She punctuated her words with a sharp poke to (Y/n)’s chest.

“Ow! Okay, okay, I get it!” (Y/n) sighed, and rubbed the sore spot.

“And if you need any, you know, help, with your gambles tomorrow I wouldn’t be adverse to it,” Mary added, pretending to look disinterested and aloof.

“Aww Mary, are you saying you’d cheat for me? I’m touched,” (Y/n) smiled.

“I’ve changed my mind. You are on your own,” Mary glared and snarled beneath the blush that dusted her cheeks.

“Damn it.”

“Serves you right.”

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” (Y/n) asked as they neared the dorms.

“I suppose,” Mary replied while inspecting her nails. “Meet me in front of my dorm at 7:45 or I’m leaving without you.”

“I’ll be there, have a goodnight Mary!” (Y/n) waved before disappearing into the Tsubaki class dorms.

“‘Night,” Mary called over her shoulder as she made her way to the Hana dorm building.

The girls got ready for the night in there respective dorms and went to sleep, unaware of the major upset that would greet the student body of Hyakkaou Private Academy tomorrow.

***

“Heard you have a new transfer student in your class. Do they seem nice?” (Y/n) asked Mary as they ate their lunches.

“She’s whatever,” Mary shrugged. “Looks like easy money though, I’m gonna ask her to gamble after classes let out. Just wait until you see me wipe the floor with that airhead.”

“Aw, I actually have a few gambles of my own lined up unfortunately.”

“Tsk, whatever, I didn’t want you there anyway,” Mary sulked, picking at her leftovers.

“Hey, you’re the one who told me I needed to watch my ranking. Don’t blame me for simply following through on your advice. If I finish in the gambling den before you finish your game, I’ll be there to cheer you on!”

“You better not, it’s a gamble. You don’t need to act like a mom at a goddamn soccer game,” Mary huffed. “That being said, you better show up if you finish before me.”

“Yes ma’am,” (Y/n) mock saluted then winced and leaned into the table when Mary’s foot knocked painfully into her shin.

“I’ll see you after class, dummy,” Mary smiled smugly, raising from her chair. “Depending on how much money this girl bleeds, we can go do something this weekend, my treat,”

“Sounds like a date!” (Y/n) cheered, narrowly missing Mary’s attempt at a full body tackle. “See you later!” (Y/n) giggled and ran down the hall towards her class while Mary yelled obscenities behind her.

***

(Y/n) was pretty happy with herself, having won six out of seven games of blackjack and earning a modest 50,000 yen. Of course counting the cards had helped her odds, not that her opponents needed to know that. Honestly though, they were probably doing the same thing. It always came back to luck in the end.

(Y/n) hummed to herself as she made her way up the stairs to Mary’s classroom. She looked up when she heard echoing footsteps descending the stairs and was met with the boy Mary had turned into a house pet and a beautiful girl with flowing black hair she had never seen before.

“Oh, hello there!” The girl greeted. Ryota seemed to recognize (Y/n) as a friend of Mary’s though, and grew more nervous, (Y/n) gave him a sheepish wave she hoped conveyed her sympathy or could at least put the poor boy more at ease.

“Hi, you must be the new transfer student,” (Y/n) addressed Yumeko, “I hope no one has been giving you too hard a time,” (Y/n) could think of one prominent figure in her mind that would do such a thing and was ready to do damage control if need be.

“Oh, not at all! I’ve never felt more welcomed!” Yumeko smiled and grasped (Y/n)’s hand in hers. “Jabami, Yumeko,” she introduced herself, the ring on her thumb lightly digging into the skin of (Y/n)’s hand.

“(L/n), (Y/n),” she answered in return, giving Yumeko’s hand a friendly squeeze before withdrawing. “You don’t seem any worse for wear. I guess you survived Mary’s gambling challenge then?”

“Ah, you know Saotome? Yes, I’m looking forward to her paying me back, I hope we can gamble again sometime, she was so feisty!” Yumeko grinned, “You should join us next time as well!”

“Perhaps...” (Y/n) answered distractedly. Why would she need to wait for Mary to pay her back? “So is Mary still up there?”

“I believe so, it was nice meeting you, (Y/n)-san!”

“Yes, nice meeting you too. Uh, see you around Jabami, Suzui,” (Y/n) bowed her head and made her way up the rest of the stairs to the Hana classroom.

The room looked like a mess. Lingering students whispered their gossip but (Y/n) paid them no mind as she scanned the classroom for a familiar head of blonde hair.

“If you’re looking for Saotome you won’t find her here. She ran off, probably went to hide her shame,” one of the lingering students voiced once (Y/n) looked over the whole room.

(Y/n) leveled a soft glare at the student before turning to leave. Okay so she lost, so what? No one’s perfect, get off your high horse. (Y/n) thought as she continued down the hall and peeked into every empty classroom she passed. She was about to text Mary when she heard a huge crash come from the last classroom at the end of the hall.

She yanked the door open and saw a few toppled desks and Mary slouched against the wall with her face hiding in her arms, propped up by her knees that were pulled tightly against her chest.

“Mary, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What happened?” (Y/n) rushed to Mary’s side and knelt before her, careful to give the girl her space. Mary didn’t care for being coddled.

“Fuck off.” Mary’s voice croaked, muffled by her arms.

“Come on Mary, talk to me. I assume you lost, how bad was it really? 300,000? 400,000?”

“8.8 million,” came the subdued reply.

“Wh... what?” (Y/n) swears she must have heard wrong.

“Don’t make me fucking say it again.”

“Mary! What the hell were you thinking?!” (Y/n) gasped, worry gripping her heart. “8.8 million yen?!”

“Shut up!” Mary cried, “You think I don’t know how fucked I am?!”

“What are we going to do, Mary?”

“We aren’t doing anything. This is my problem,” Mary roared, shoving the closest toppled desk away with her foot.

“You can’t possibly come up with all that yen on your own before the rankings are updated. I can get you like, 1,000,000. It’s not much but it’s a start, and of course I’ll stay after school and-“

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want your pity!” Mary yelled, shooting up from the floor.

“Mary, you’re my friend, you are important to me, let me help you!” (Y/n) flung her hand out to catch Mary’s.

“I’ll get the money somehow. Just stay out of my way,” came Mary’s cold reply and she tugged her arm out of (Y/n)’s grasp.

“Mary, don’t do anything rash! Take a moment to just think about this. Your debt is bad, but if you don’t keep a level head, you’re bound to end up with something even more unmanageable!” (Y/n) warned.

“Just shut up already! You weren’t there so you don’t get to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do now,” Mary moved stiffly towards the door.

“Mary, stop!” (Y/n) called after the hot headed girl. Unfortunately Mary continued her fast pace down the hall and quickly disappeared around the corner. (Y/n) sighed to herself and rubbed at her irritated eyes. Her heart ached for Mary and the position she found herself in, but she was frustrated as well. Why couldn’t Mary just swallow her pride and accept her help?

(Y/n) rearranged the toppled desks and left the classroom with a heavy feeling in her chest. Hopefully she could sort things out with Mary tomorrow.

***

The next day (Y/n) waited outside of the Hana dorms for Mary like she did everyday, but the girl was not in her usual spot. (Y/n) waited, thinking she was simply running late, but as more time passed it was becoming more evident that Mary was either not coming out, or she was already gone.

(Y/n) couldn’t find her in the school, and Mary wasn’t answering any of her texts either. Meanwhile Jabami was busy making a first year cry. Sure that student council girl was practically begging for it with how obvious her cheating was, but even (Y/n) knew a line had been crossed.

The next morning (Y/n)’s wait for Mary was no better and yielded the same result. (Y/n) fired off another text. She’s at least looking at them.

“Oh! (Y/n)-san, good morning!” An airy voice giggled happily.

(Y/n) shifted her gaze and suppressed a scowl as Yumeko exited the dorm waving excitedly in her direction.

“Waiting for someone?” Yumeko asked, once she was standing within a foot of (Y/n), closer than (Y/n) cared for.

“I was, but I think she already left,” (Y/n) replied, trying very hard to be polite and not snap at the other girl.

“Oh, then we should walk together!” Yumeko clapped her hands together. “If you don’t mind waiting a little longer Ryota will be coming shortly... In fact I see him exiting the boy’s side now! Good morning, Ryota!”

Ryota jolted and swiveled his head up before waving shyly at Yumeko.

“Ryota is going to show me around more this morning, I’d love it if you could join us. It would be nice to have the perspective of someone from a different class as well,” Yumeko spoke excitedly to (Y/n).

“I can’t unfortunately, my first class starts in ten minutes,” (Y/n) informed, surprised at the sudden added weight as Yumeko clamped onto her side and whined loudly in her ear.

“But I really want you to come, (Y/n)-san! Since you aren’t in Hana class we won’t get to see each other often. Can’t you skip your class just this once?”

(Y/n) could easily skip class, but she was not willing to do it for the girl who ruined her best-friend-kinda-maybe-girlfriend’s life. She was about to insist she had to attend class when Ryota swooped in.

“It’s not uncommon for students to skip out on classes here. The teachers don’t really care as long as they’re getting paid. So I’m sure (L/n)-san could join us, right?” He smiled, nervously shifting his eyes from side to side.

Damn you, Suzui, Ryota.

“Well, I suppose just this once I could humor you,” (Y/n) gave a half hearted smile before her eyes went wide and her hands grasped at the arms wound tightly around her neck, shaking her excitedly.

“Yes! Thank you, (Y/n)-san, I’m sure we’ll have a marvelous time!” Yumeko cheered, rocking (Y/n) and throwing her off balance once she finally let go. “Where are we going today, Ryota?”

“I was thinking the path to the Traditional Culture Club would be a good place to visit today. It’s got beautiful scenery, don’t you think, (L/n)-san?” Ryota asked, offering (Y/n) a meek smile.

“I agree, the surrounding vegetation is lovely this time of year. It’s one of my favorite spots on campus actually,” (Y/n) supplied, noticing how Ryota seemed to straighten a bit, looking a tad more confident.

“Sounds wonderful, we’d best be on our way. Maybe I’ll find a gamble to partake in as well!” Yumeko thought dreamily, cupping her blushing cheek with her hand.

Ryota allowed himself an awkward chuckle while (Y/n) subtly pursed her lips, bringing her thoughts back to Mary’s absence as the trio made their way through campus.

“Wow, it certainly is lovely here. I can see why one would like such exquisite scenery,” Yumeko commented once they made it near the end of the path. “Oh, and this must be the club you were referring to?” She asked, pointing to the pleasant building resting below the trees.

“Yes, the Traditional Culture Club,” (Y/n) perked up a bit as a half baked plan formed in her mind. “You know Yumeko, you might actually get the chance to gamble in there.”

“Don’t tell her that!” Ryota blanched before directing his attention back to Yumeko, “I mean, the president of this club is also a part of the student council! You don’t want to make any more enemies than you already have, right Yumeko?”

“Gambling! You promise, (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked, a predatory gleam formed in her eyes that forced a shiver to run up and down (Y/n)’s spine.

“It’s a very real possibility as long as Nishinotouin-senpai is around. You could always drop by later if she’s not here,” (Y/n) answered candidly. Perhaps she shouldn’t be pushing Yumeko into the arms of danger, but she thought of it as payback for beating Mary so badly without even batting an eye or losing sleep over it.

“Ooo! I just have to go in, can we go in?” Yumeko clutched her hands together and bounced on the soles of her feet, a sight Ryota couldn’t seem to say no to. Not that (Y/n) could blame him as she also found the behavior rather adorable herself.

“Welcome to the Traditional Culture Club!” A member greeted the trio as they approached the door, “We have a match in progress already, but it should end shorty, if you don’t mind you can wait inside.”

“Certainly, we don’t mind at all!” Yumeko spoke.

The club member ushered them inside and (Y/n)’s mouth fell open in shock once she perceived the poor soul sitting across from Nishinotouin, Yuriko was none other than her dear friend Saotome, Mary.

“No, Mary,” (Y/n) couldn’t help but whisper to herself, “What are you doing?”

“She appears to be gambling, (Y/n)! She looks quite tense, wouldn’t you say?” Yumeko stage whispered back.

(Y/n)’s hands curled into fists as she stood by helplessly, watching Mary bet the remaining thirty-two chips she owned. Why would Mary do this after she told her not to do anything rash? (Y/n) waited, her breath stuck in her lungs as the dealer counted down until the reveal of the swords under the cup. When the obtrusion was lifted, (Y/n)’s eyes quickly scanned the board. There! A sword was stuck in slot twenty-two and Mary had bet six chips on it!

“But wait, that’s—!” (Y/n)’s hands flew to her mouth, unable to speak further.

“Twenty-two was a hit. Congratulations, Saotome,” Yuriko praised before her lips quirked further upward, “However, unfortunately for you, the judgement is death.”

Mary hunched over, looking desperately at the board while the dealer explained the penalty.

“Saotome bet six chips on twenty-two with a judgement of death. This requires the punishment of a loss thirty times greater then the chips placed, turning six chips to one hundred eighty chips. When factoring the wins on Yuriko-sama’s slots, the grand total for Saotome is a loss of 49.6 million yen!” The dealer calculated.

(Y/n)’s knees nearly gave out when she heard the final calculation and her heart hammered painfully against her chest.

“See her out, I’m done with her,” Yuriko smiled sinisterly, earning a pained roar from Mary as she was pulled back by standby club members.

“Perhaps you should go after her,” (Y/n) jumped when Yumeko came in close and whispered in her ear. “Ryota and I can catch up with you later, go take care of your friend,” Yumeko smiled and gave (Y/n)’s shoulder a squeeze.

(Y/n) barely spared Yumeko a second glance before running out after the club members escorting Mary off of the premises.

“Let her go, I’ve got her,” (Y/n) commanded sternly, pulling Mary away from the Culture Club members. She shot them one last glare before she turned on her heel and began dragging Mary away from the building. She only stopped once they were off the trail in one of the more secluded areas near the edge of the school forest.

(Y/n) tentatively let go of Mary and leaned back against the nearest tree, her chest heaving with shuddering breaths. What the hell now?

“Why?” She finally choked out, Mary’s fists curled at the single word and she had the audacity to scoff before trying to leave the forest. (Y/n) wasn’t having it however, and took hold of Mary’s bicep.

“Let go!”

“Why? So you can disappear on me again and rack up a 100 million yen debt?” (Y/n) spat, her grip tightening. “I told you not to act recklessly and you thought it was a good idea to go up against Nishinotouin?!”

“There was nothing else to do!” Mary yelled back, turning back to fully face (Y/n) and fisting her hand in the front of (Y/n)’s uniform blazer and pulling her closer to her angry golden eyes. “This was my only chance to get out of being a house pet, it was a risk I had to take!”

“I wish you would have talked to me! You know I only want to help you!” (Y/n) fought the stinging sensation building in her eyes and stood her ground.

“Oh really, how do you expect me to believe that? Don’t think I didn’t see you being all chummy with Jabami and the dog in there. You know it’s because of her that I even had to instigate this match!”

“They roped me into coming along, it’s not like I had anything better to do since my best friend seemingly went missing yesterday, but it’s a good thing I came with them because it lead me straight to you.”

“Now what are you going to do, huh?” Mary’s grip tightened on the blazer, “Mock me like everyone else? Make me your own personal mittens and laugh with everyone while you tell me to do degrading things?”

“I’d never do that! You know I’ve never condoned that behavior, how could you think so lowly of me?” (Y/n) cursed herself as she felt a rebel tear escape and streak down her cheek. She moved her free hand to wipe it away, but Mary released her death grip on (Y/n)’s now thoroughly wrinkled blazer and beat her to it, wiping away the tear with the edge of her sleeve with a tenderness that (Y/n) almost never witnessed from the girl.

Mary’s touch lingered for a few moments, her golden eyes searched (Y/n)’s own, still glossy with unshed tears that threatened to join their fallen comrade.

“Fuck, stop that,” Mary admonished quietly, turning her gaze away.

“Stop what?” (Y/n) asked breathlessly, feeling exasperated and unbelievably exhausted.

“Stop looking like you’re going to cry, damnit!” Mary exhaled sharply and pushed her bangs back, “I’m the one with the 50 million yen debt for fuck’s sake!”

“Yes, but you’re my closest friend Mary! You mean more to me then you’ll probably ever know and I’m so scared for you!” (Y/n) couldn’t hold the floodgates any longer, finally she allowed the the tears of stress fall in earnest. She released her hold on Mary’s bicep and rubbed her face roughly with her sleeve while trying to force the tears to stop.

“Quit that,” Mary ordered awkwardly, pulling (Y/n)’s arm away from her face, “You’ll just further irritate your skin.”

“So what, I’m just supposed to look like a hot mess?” (Y/n) sniffed.

“Just come here you idiot,” Mary groaned, her tone lacking any of its usual bite as she pulled (Y/n) to the ground and held her with her back against the trunk of the nearest tree and (Y/n) somewhat nestled between Mary’s legs and sitting at a side angle.

Mary released an annoyed sigh and (Y/n) squeaked as Mary roughly pushed the other girl’s head into her chest and persisted with her hold, an awkward hug which (Y/n) eagerly reciprocated seeing as Mary rarely was the first to engage any physical contact. “If you get any snot on my uniform, I’ll kill you,” she mumbled, nevertheless tightening her hold.

They stayed like that even after (Y/n) had managed to calm down. They sat quietly together under the glowing leaves of the tree. The only other sounds being the rustle of the wind and the occasional bird song mixed with the mingled breaths of the two Hyakkaou students.

“What time is it?”

(Y/n) had almost dozed off when Mary finally spoke. She reached into her blazer’s pocket and fumbled with her phone, wincing at the late afternoon hour.

“School let out twenty minutes ago. Hope you didn’t have anything important due today,” (Y/n) sighed, showing Mary the time displayed on her lock screen.

“Please, that’s the least of my worries right now,” Mary rolled her eyes.

“Right...”

“Hey, don’t you start that again. It was bad enough the first time,” Mary scolded.

“Sorry,” (Y/n) sniffed and collected herself again, shifting away from Mary a bit so they were face to face. “How about I make it up to you with late lunch/ early dinner, my treat?”

“No way,” Mary tisked, “I can pay for myself.”

“I know for a fact you can’t, you broke ass bitch,” (Y/n) attempted humor, her lips forming the faintest of smiles.

“Way to kick a girl while she’s down,” Mary turned her head away in an attempt to hide the self deprecating smirk that had manifested over her lips.

“I’ll let you pick what we eat and we’ll call it even,” (Y/n) replied as she got up on wobbly legs. She immediately missed the warmth that had accumulated between her and Mary over the last several hours. She offered Mary her hand and her heart leapt when Mary accepted the help without a second thought.

“Fine, whatever I pick, it’s going to be delivery.” Mary said, patting the dirt off of her skirt. “We look like we’ve been lost in the wilderness for five days.” She added, approaching (Y/n) to remove a leaf that had settled in her hair.

Like before, Mary’s hand lingered, slowly dropping lower until it cupped (Y/n)’s cheek. Mary didn’t even seem to register that she had done that, given the far away look in her eye.

(Y/n) could feel her skin catch fire under the brush of Mary’s thumb and cleared her throat, causing Mary to jolt her hand away embarrassed and internally fuming at herself.

“S-so let’s head back to my room, yeah? We can get cleaned up and watch some movies, just forget everything and everyone else for tonight. We can continue worrying tomorrow.” (Y/n) proposed.

“Yeah, sounds good. I know I don’t want to go back to the Hana dorms right now if I can help it,” Mary shrugged, her attempt at appearing disinterested thwarted by her reddened cheeks.

On their way back to the Tsubaki class dorms, Mary grumbled something about not getting there fast enough and grabbed (Y/n)’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they walked. Mary picked up the speed a bit, but really made no difference that would cut down the time it would take to get back. (Y/n) didn’t comment on it though, instead opting to hum and gently swing their connected hands as they went.

When they got within view of the dorms, and all of the students milling about, Mary tugged her hand away and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, but continued to move alongside (Y/n) with a cute pout over her lips.

(Y/n) held her student ID against the panel near the door of the lobby and opened the door, ushering Mary inside. They took the elevator to the second floor, which housed the second year students of the Tsubaki class, and from there they headed to the girl’s wing.

When (Y/n) unlocked the door to her room, Mary pushed past her and flopped onto (Y/n) bed with a groan.

“Hey, You’re going to get dirt all over my comforter!” (Y/n) scolded half heartedly.

“Don’t care, I’m tired.” Mary smirked and took out her phone to scroll over dinner options. When she settled on one she tossed the phone at (Y/n) who fumbled with it before gaining a secure grasp over it. “You know what I like. You order while I take a shower.” Mary demanded as she walked away. “This stupidly rich school did one thing right when it fitted each room with its own bathroom.”

“Yeah, feel free to use whatever you need in there,” (Y/n) said distractedly as she scanned the menu. “Oh, and you can borrow some clothes to change into. The comfy stuff is in the two middle drawers.”

“Thanks.” Mary redirected her path to stop at the dresser and took a crewneck sweatshirt and a pair of shorts before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

(Y/n) placed an order for the food. When she was sure everything was in order, she closed the app and her breath caught in her throat.

Mary’s home screen was a picture that they took last year that included Mary, herself, Tsuzura, and Yukimi-senpai in their maid outfits. She smiled fondly at the memory, a bittersweet feeling forming in her heart as she made a mental note to talk to Tsuzura again soon. Though she missed her friend dearly, she knew she was much happier at her new school. It certainly was a less stressful environment to say the least.

(Y/n) locked the phone and placed it on her desk before plopping down into the desk chair and reaching for the tv remote to open her streaming service of choice.

“Showers’ free.” Mary sighed when she emerged from the bathroom, a wave of steam in her wake.

“Wow, just how hot was the water you were using?” (Y/n) asked with a chuckle.

“I’m sure there is still plenty of hot water left if that’s what you’re implying,” Mary said with a roll of her eyes. “Anyway, go get cleaned up, you’re a mess.”

“Ouch, okay,” (Y/n)’s hand flew to her chest in mock hurt briefly, “Expect a text in the next ten minutes or so for when the food gets here.”

“Got it,” Mary waved her hand dismissively and (Y/n) walked into the bathroom with an armful of fresh clothes.

By the time she was finished, Mary had the food set up in front of the tv and was lying along the full length of the couch scrolling through movie titles.

“Find anything you want to watch?”

“Meh, this one seems alright,” Mary scrolled back up and highlighted one.

“The Gamble Hole?” (Y/n) quirked a brow.

“What, you got a problem with it?” Mary grumped.

“No!” (Y/n) objected, holding her hands up defensively, “A fine choice, I just thought with- never mind. Just move your legs so I don’t break them when I sit on the couch.”

Mary scoffed and raised her legs, allowing (Y/n) just enough time to sit on the cushion before flopping her feet into (Y/n)’s lap. Mary then handed (Y/n) her food and started the movie.

They sat in comfortable silence, only broken occasionally by Mary dunking on the movie. Somewhere in the middle of the film, Mary got up to toss away their garbage and when she came back she had traded her feet’s previous positioning on (Y/n)’s lap with her head’s previous position on the arm of the couch.

Mary’s eyes dared (Y/n) to comment on the change in position, but (Y/n) let Mary have her peace and simply carded her fingers through Mary’s loose hair while turning her attention back to the movie.

One movie became two, two became three, and somewhere in the middle of that they had curled up on the couch and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

Mary was the first to wake early the next morning. She had heard the faint tone of her phone’s alarm from (Y/n)’s bedroom where she had left it to charge and she groaned quietly to herself before untangling from (Y/n) to go turn it off.

“Hey, (Y/n), it’s time to get up.” Mary spoke gruffly, coming back into the main room to shake the other girl awake.

“Noooo,” (Y/n) groaned, curling into herself.

“C’mon, get ready or I’m leaving without you.” Mary warned. (Y/n) appeared to have dozed off again and Mary crossed her arms tightly over her chest and scoffed. “Fine, don’t get up. I’ll just go to school by myself and try another official match. I wonder if Yumemite is back from her tour yet.”

(Y/n) shot up from the couch and grabbed the hem of the crewneck Mary had borrowed. “Please don’t do that for the love of god!”

“Then get up and get ready to go, dumb ass. I still have to go back to my dorm for a clean uniform so I’ll meet you outside of the Hana building, got it?”

“You promise?” (Y/n) asked shyly, thinking back to the last two days when Mary hadn’t waited for her, avoided her.

Mary rolled her eyes and ruffled (Y/n)’s hair, “I promise, dummy.” Mary gathered her belongings and made her way to the door, “If you take too long I can’t say I’ll be able to keep that promise though.”

“I’ll be there!” (Y/n) called out just before Mary closed the door behind her. (Y/n) stood up from the couch and quickly began her morning routine and got dressed in a clean uniform. She grabbed her school bag and made sure she had her phone and ID before heading out.

(Y/n) hummed happily, swaying on her heels as she waited for Mary to come outside.

“You look very happy this morning, (Y/n)! It’s very sweet!”

(Y/n) was knocked out of her own little world when Yumeko seemingly appeared out of nowhere and linked arms with her.

“Ah Yumeko! You scared me.” (Y/n) exhaled, a hand over her heart.

“I apologize, (Y/n). Did you have a good night with Saotome?” Yumeko asked.

“How do you know about that?”

“I saw her walking back earlier. When I asked her if she was with you, she told me to keep my mouth shut and mind my own damn business. She’s so expressive!” Yumeko giggled.

“Uh huh,” (Y/n) smiled sheepishly. “So, um, how did your gamble with Nishinotouin-senpai go?”

“Oh, I lost unfortunately!”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” (Y/n) felt a bit of guilt grip her heart. “I hope it wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“I’m 310 million yen in the hole!” Yumeko replied seemingly unbothered. In fact, she looked... happy?

“Three... three...” (Y/n) couldn’t even get the number out of her mouth, instead she kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish, occasionally mumbling a three while Yumeko smiled at her.

“Why the hell are you still standing out here?” Mary asked, irritation evident as she tugged (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s grasp.

“I was waiting for (Y/n) and Ryota! You as well Saotome, I’d love for us to be friends!” Yumeko answered.

“I’d rather die.” Mary sneered and made to tug (Y/n) towards the school but the girl was still dumbstruck and mumbling to herself. Mary snapped her fingers and waved in her face before turning back to Yumeko. “What the hell did you do to her?” She glared.

“Hmm? I don’t think I did anything.” Yumeko held a finger to her chin as she thought back.

“Whatever, just stay away from us! Got it?” Mary pushed passed Yumeko, pulling (Y/n) along and causing her to stumble behind her.

“See you later!” Yumeko waved.

***

Mary dragged (Y/n) into her classroom so she could get her stuff ready for class before going to get breakfast in the cafeteria. Her desk was still covered in marker but it hadn’t gotten worse since yesterday at least.

“I can help you clean it if you want.” (Y/n) asked, apparently she had finally sobered after the shock Yumeko had given her.

“Don’t bother, it would just encourage them to do it again and would make the effort a waste.” Mary shook her head and opened her desk, surprised to see an unfamiliar, thin journal sat neatly in the middle of her books and papers. “What the hell is this?” She muttered, turning it in her hands. The words ‘life plan’ shimmered in the light along with Mary’s name stenciled neatly below.

“Isn’t that the student council seal?” (Y/n) wondered, pointing to the golden insignia on the back.

Mary opened the thin journal and scanned the pages, becoming more agitated as she read. What’s this about an arranged marriage? Children? What kind of sick joke-

Mary slammed her fist on her desk, making (Y/n) jump. “This is bullshit! They can’t do this!”

“Mary-“ (Y/n) reached a hand out as the blonde strode away from her desk, the life plan held tightly in her hand. (Y/n)’s hand just missed Mary’s sleeve and Mary turned once she stood at the classroom door.

“I need to pay the student council a visit. I’ll see you after class.” Mary spoke before turning back and began walking briskly down the hallway.

“Be careful!” (Y/n) called back to her, rushing to the door to watch Mary stalk away.

With Mary gone, (Y/n) had no other choice but to move on to the cafeteria herself. She grabbed something she could eat quickly before heading to her classroom.

(Y/n) groaned inwardly once she reached the door, Kiwatari was already there raising hell as always.

“Kiwatari, isn’t it a little early to be an asshole?” (Y/n) asked, placing her bag on her desk hook.

“What’s it to you, (L/n)? ‘m just playing with my pets.”

“Class is about to start and as class rep, I must ask that you refrain from harassing people getting ready for class. House pets included.” (Y/n) spoke resolutely, using what she called her, ‘Igarashi, Sayaka voice’ and gave a sympathetic once over to Tsubomi who stood with her head held low.

“Tsk, uptight bitch” Kiwatari muttered, giving Tsubomi one last shove as he made his way to his seat.

(Y/n) frowned deeply but did not intervene again. She would rather not be stuck on that pig’s radar by getting overly involved in his business. So, she held her tongue and waited for the teacher to enter in the next few minutes. However, just before roll call, the intercom system crackled to life and the voice of the student council secretary greeted the student body.

Igarashi had made an announcement explaining that an opportunity had arose for those who had debts to pay and those interested were to come to the assembly room for more information.

(Y/n) had no debts to participate in such an event, but she left with the small group in her class because she was almost certain Mary would attend the meeting, and right she was.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Mary muttered quietly when (Y/n) came up to her.

“Well, I figured you’d be here when I heard the announcement. How did your talk with the student council go?”

“Shitty. Now be quiet so I can focus on what she’s saying.” Mary gestured towards the front of the room where Igarashi had just stepped up to the podium.

“Welcome students,” Igarashi smiled politely, “Our president has brought to fruition an opportunity that could very well change your lives as you know them. A gamble that could free you from your chains of servitude, or send you plummeting further into despair. Should you choose to compete, the game of choice will be ten rounds of Indian Poker. You will be divided into groups of four. Each person’s chip’s worth will depend on their accumulated debt. You may place whatever amount of debt you wish to wager with on your provided card. We look forward to your participation in the Great Debt Swapping Game.”

“Ooo, this should be a lot of fun!”

Mary and (Y/n) jumped as a head popped between them and an arm wrapped around each of their shoulders.

“Get the hell off me!” Mary growled, pushing Yumeko off. “What are you even doing here anyway?”

“Oh, did (Y/n) not tell you? I’m over 300 million yen in debt!” Yumeko cheered.

“As if I care, you know-“ Mary paused and did a double take at Yumeko, “Did you just say— Fuck you!” Mary turned back towards to front absolutely seething.

“Awww why is Saotome mad at me, (Y/n)?” Yumeko pouted and hung off the other girl while (Y/n) struggled to escape her grasp.

“My best guess would be she’s pissed that you beat her and put her in debt and then not even three days later you lost, and lost badly at that. Mary is probably taking that as a severe insult to not only her gambling skill, but also her pride.” (Y/n) said thoughtfully.

“I could do without the analysis, (Y/n)!”

“I found that quite helpful and I feel closer to Saotome for it, thank you (Y/n)!” Yumeko smiled sweetly at (Y/n) before directing her attention back to Mary. “Don’t feel bad Saotome, had an outside party not gotten involved in my gamble, Nishinotouin-senpai would have found herself in my position I’m sure!”

“Do you not know what personal space is?” Mary griped, stepping away from Yumeko once again.

“The groups have been randomly set,” Igarashi’s voice rolled over the assembly hall once more and she began listing off the groups, “...Next we have Saotome Mary, Jabami Yumeko, Kiwatari Jun, and Tsubomi Nanami. The following group consists of...”

“Did you hear that Saotome? We’re in the same group! How lucky!” Yumeko invaded Mary’s space once more, smiling even more brilliantly.

“Of course we are. Why am I not surprised.” Mary moved to the other side of (Y/n) to put some distance between herself and Yumeko. By doing so she noticed the thoughtful, far away look (Y/n) currently held. “Hey, what’s up?” her voice was a little gruff but held an undertone of affection.

“The other people in your group are in my class. I can understand why Tsubomi would be here, as she’s a house pet, but Kiwatari has no outstanding reason to compete that I’m aware of.” (Y/n) shifted her weight and looked at the two Hana class students, her expression serious. “I may not know his plan, but I can almost guarantee you that he will be using Tsubomi as an accomplice of sorts to achieve his goal.”

“Oh my, are you sure about this (Y/n)?” Yumeko tilted her head.

“Kiwatari has been making Tsubomi’s life hell for a long time now. Her will has been severely damaged if not completely destroyed by him. She’ll probably do what he says because she finds it easier then fighting back. Which is why I think...” (Y/n) drifted off, her eyes moving to look exclusively at Mary who immediately let out a strangled, agitated noise.

“Alright, I see where this is going and I don’t like it but...” Mary sighed “You aren’t going to let me continue on unless I do this, aren’t you?”

“That would be correct.” (Y/n) nodded.

Yumeko kept looking between the two, her expression one of mild confusion.

“Jabami,” Mary finally spat.

“Yes?”

“Will you work with me for this gamble.” Mary gritted out.

“Oh Saotome! I’d be honored to be your partner!” Yumeko clapped, “Was this your plan (Y/n)? Thank you for making this gamble so much more interesting!”

“Uh, you’re welcome?” Students began filling out the assembly hall to fill out their debt cards and (Y/n) looked over the two girls nervously. “They aren’t going to let outside parties watch these matches and I should really get back to class. You two should hurry so you can get your cards and come up with a strategy.”

“What do you look so worried for?” Mary scoffed, messing up (Y/n)’s hair, “You already gave me an edge over the competition, if you think I’m still going to lose after that you’re really pissing me off.”

“Don’t worry (Y/n), I’ll take good care of Mary-san!” Yumeko butted in.

“Shut up, Jabami.”

“I hate that you’re taking this risk, but I believe you can win. So I’ll try not to stress over it too much. You’ll come find me when it’s over, right?” (Y/n) asked.

“Where else would I go, dummy?” Mary rolled her eyes and turned away, Yumeko hot on her heels. “I’ll see you later.” She added, her words sounding much less harsh. Yumeko waved excitedly then turned to catch up with Mary’s strides.

***

(Y/n) was surprised when at her break, Ryota had come to her class looking for her with another student.

“You (L/n), (Y/n)?” The other student asked.

“Yes, and what may I ask is this about?”

“I’ve got a check for Suzui here. However it was also requested that you be present as a witness to the transaction. Since you’re here,” he pulled an envelope from his blazer and handed it to Ryota, “I can give Suzui the check. Have a good day.” The student nodded before exiting the classroom.

“What’s this about, Suzui?” (Y/n) asked.

“I wish I knew.” Ryota scratched his head. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

“Well, I guess you should open it.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ryota tore open the seal and pulled the check out. It took a moment but once the amount registered in their minds, Ryota and (Y/n) both screamed.

“How the hell did you get all that money, Suzui!? Did you kill someone? Several someones!?” (Y/n) asked nonplussed.

“I- I didn’t do anything! ...I think!? This must be a joke, right? Is this a prank, (Y/n)? Did Saotome-san put you up to this?”

“No, of course not!”

“This can’t be real. I should really just throw it out.” Ryota sighed tiredly.

“Wait,” (Y/n) stopped him from crinkling up the paper, “Don’t do anything just yet. Keep it until the end of the day at least. Meet me back here and then we can decide what to do with it if no new info comes up. Just keep it safe until then.”

“Alright, I can do that.” Ryota appeared to be sweating. “Nothing stressful about carrying an obscene amount of mysterious money that may or may not be real.”

“If it really bothers you that much I can hold onto it until then.” (Y/n) offered.

“Please!” Ryota quickly shoved the paper into (Y/n)’s hand without a second thought.

“Alright, I’ll see you here after school, okay?” (Y/n) asked as she tucked the paper into the front of her blazer.

“Right!” Ryota answered, his shoulders slumped as the tension holding the check had brought left.

***

The rest of (Y/n)’s classes slugged by, the weight of the check against her chest becoming heavier with each hour dragging by and thoughts of Mary plagued her mind. Was she doing okay?

Finally the last class had wrapped up for the day and (Y/n) rubbed her palms roughly over her eyes. She felt exhausted.

A few minutes later, Ryota arrived and sat in the desk next to hers looking just as tired.

“So, what now?” He asked.

(Y/n) released a joyless hum as she removed the check from her blazer and looked over it again. “I don’t know. I did some research about counterfeit checks and it appears to be legitimate. I’m just worried about what this money could mean. You don’t just have this kind of cash fall into your lap for free.”

“Aha! They’re in here Mary-san!” Yumeko suddenly appeared in the doorway, a little out of breath.

“Yumeko!” Ryota greeted her happily.

“Yumeko! How did the gamble go? Where’s Mary?” (Y/n) asked.

“I’m right here, dummy.” Mary appeared in the doorway looking a little out of breath herself, “If you two didn’t make us need to run around the school, we could have met up sooner.”

Mary stalked over to Ryota and (Y/n) and she practically dropped to the floor in relief. “Thank god you have it!” Mary took the check from (Y/n)’s hand and kissed (Y/n)’s cheek without even having it register in her mind as she looked over the check before pressing it to her chest like a precious artefact. “I told Yumeko to just have it sent to you, but she insisted Suzui hold onto it for god only knows why.”

(Y/n) just stared at Mary absolutely dumbfounded, her hand that once held the check now pressed to her warm and tingling cheek.

“What? What’s with the face?” Mary asked with a quirk of her brow.

“I I I- You, um,” (Y/n) stuttered, unable to find her words.

“Oh, you saw the money did you?” Mary smirked, “Impressive, isn’t it?”

“You mean the money is yours?” Ryota asked, “That makes more sense now I guess, but how’d you get all that?”

“The Debt Swapping Game, of course!” Mary scoffed, “Honestly Jabami, did you tell him anything about what we were doing?”

“I saw no need to. It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” Yumeko smiled brightly.

“Wait wait, you won?” (Y/n) stared up at Mary with cautious awe. “That check is what you won in the gamble?”

Mary stared back, smug and looking oh so happy with herself. “Yeah, it’s the last time you’ll see me wearing one of these eye sores.” Mary tugged the house pet tag off of her neck and tossed it into the garbage.

“You won! You won!” (Y/n) cheered and shot up out of her desk. She wrapped her arms around Mary and bounced her around while laughing joyously.

“Hey! Calm down!” Mary blushed, and pushed (Y/n) by the shoulders to try to stop her jostling movements.

“This is fun!” Yumeko joined in from behind Mary, wrapping her arms around her neck and bouncing in time with (Y/n) who was still vigorously celebrating.

“Alright that’s enough, get off!” Mary elbowed Yumeko in the stomach and pushed (Y/n) half an arm’s length away. “A little space would be-“

(Y/n) cupped half of Mary’s face with her hand and landed a quick kiss on Mary’s cheek before pulling away completely. She continued to dance around the classroom, feeling heat run through her face and a rush of giddiness. Her smiling lips still tingling from the brief contact. Yumeko skipped with (Y/n) around the classroom, still happy to revel in the celebration that was dangerously close to becoming excessive.

“Hu... Hey!” Mary finally regained her bearings, her shoulders stiff and face red, watching (Y/n) and Yumeko make their way across the front of the room.

Mary’s voice forced (Y/n) to a sudden halt, causing Yumeko to bump into her, but she too stopped to look curiously at Mary.

“What the hell was that?” Mary glared at (Y/n), her arms crossed tightly over her blazer.

(Y/n) didn’t even try to act dumb, it would have been unwise based on how intently Mary was staring at her. “I, um, I was just returning the favor.”

“What favor?” Mary stared incredulously.

“Mary-san, don’t say you forgot already! That would just be cruel.” Yumeko pouted and pulled (Y/n) into her arms and pat her head affectionately. “If I were to kiss (Y/n), I certainly wouldn’t forget.” Her words causing (Y/n) to duck out of her reach to try to cover her bashfulness.

“I think I’m gonna go home?” Ryota looked over the three girls, his face plainly showed how weird he found the whole scene to be. “Uh, yeah, see you guys tomorrow.” He waved awkwardly before darting out the door.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Mary continued, not even acknowledging Ryota’s exit.

“Mary, you kissed me when you took the check from me...” (Y/n) shyly pointed to her cheek, her eyes focusing in the opposite corner of the room from Mary. Yumeko hummed and nodded affirmingly.

“I did not I-“ Mary’s skin gained a few darker shades of red and she stood statue still and just as stiff, her eyes lit up as if recalling a distant memory. (Y/n) and Yumeko watched from the front of the classroom, waiting to see what would become of the blonde who seemed to be trapped in her own mind.

“I wonder if we broke her.” Yumeko mused, a finger tapping lightly over her lips.

After a few more moments, Mary’s head shot up, her eyes immediately connecting with (Y/n)’s startled ones. “Get over here.” Mary commanded, her voice tight and low.

(Y/n) gulped and quickly made her way to stand in front of her friend, not wanting to risk an impatient reprimand for stalling. “Y...Yes, Mary?” she asked, meekly.

“Closer.”

(Y/n) took another tentative step forward. Mary sighed and pulled (Y/n) in by the blazer until their noses grazed, eliciting a surprised squeak from the other girl. Mary tilted her head and kissed (Y/n)’s cheek again, lingering a bit longer than she had with the first one.

“Can I have one, Mary-san?” Yumeko called from her spot against the front wall.

“No! Why are you even still here, read the room and go home already!” Mary blushed, nevertheless keeping her hold on (Y/n)’s blazer.

“Oh my, are you planning to be more intimate right now? I suppose it is a little early in our relationship for me to bare witness to such displays. I’ll see you two tomorrow!” Yumeko hummed happily as she exited the classroom, pulling the door close behind her.

“Why did you have to word it like that, you fucking weirdo!” Mary yelled after Yumeko, but she was already gone.

Mary turned back to (Y/n) and released another sigh. “Do that thing again.”

(Y/n) stared at Mary inquisitively for a moment before realization dawned over her. She smiled and gently pressed another kiss over Mary’s cheek.

Mary took a moment to clear her throat after (Y/n) pulled away before speaking, “Thanks. Thanks for that and uh, not leaving me behind as a house pet.” She mumbled.

“Anytime.” (Y/n)’s features grew soft. “Thanks for letting me back in.”

“So listen,” Mary began, her tone made room for no nonsense, “First thing tomorrow I’m paying back the student council and then I’ve got to give Jabami some fair compensation for teaming up in the debt game, but after classes do you want to go somewhere, just us? Like we were supposed to do before Jabami ruined everything.”

“Isn’t it usually just us when we go do stuff?” (Y/n) chuckled and smiled innocently at Mary’s warning look.

“Hey, with Jabami and the dog- ugh, Suzui, always popping up these days, they’d probably invite themselves along. I’m just trying to cover all my bases.”

“So, it’s a date then?” (Y/n) asked, trying to keep her emotions under the surface as to not get her hopes too high, to not show her disappointment should Mary deny it.

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

(Y/n) nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a date. Officially I guess.” Mary shrugged.

(Y/n) hugged Mary so hard, she nearly suffocated her, but Mary didn’t complain. Instead, she hugged back just as hard and hid her smile in (Y/n)’s hair.

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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❝atsumu, kuroo, tsukishima and bokuto playing acnh ❞

miya atsumu

→ first he called the game dumb but he eventually gave in because everyone and their aunts were playing it and he didn’t wanna be left out

→ mf tries so hard for raymond at first

→ he insists it’s just because he can sell him for a lot

→ he really just wants raymond because he lowkey reminds him of osamu

→ anyways this fool doesn’t get raymond but ya know who he does get?

→ pedro

→ atsumu was ✨disgusted✨

→ “a clown?! a fukn clown?! yer jokin me!”

→ “aw don’t cry he fits in so well on your island 😹”

→ “sHUT YER TRAP 😠😠😠”

→ he hated pedro at first and for what?

→ eventually he starts vibing with him though

→ he decides that perhaps... pedro isn’t a bad guy after all

→ so atsumu develops a soft spot for him and begins to favour him over the rest of his mediocre villagers whose names he can’t be bothered to remember

→ ya know whose name he can remeber though?

→ BELLA 😡😠😡😠😡😡😠

→ the name that sparks rage in him

→ atsumu hits his villagers with his net shouting “nice cut g!” as a joke

→ with bella he’s not joking 😐

→ he hits her repeatedly and grins maliciously when she gets angry eventually

→ LOVES shoving her into pitfalls for absolutely no reason

→ cusses her out under his breath

→ writes hate mail to her only to get fustrated when she sends a nice reply about the flowers she saw the other day that reminded her of him

→ honestly bella girl it ain’t worth it, pack your bags and get outta there sis 😔

→ he wants her to get tf off his island because he doesn’t like her but he also kinda wants her to stay because he loves annoying her and making her angry

→ literally goes out of his way to buy the ugliest clothes for her to wear

→ he also has all his villagers address him as “big dick man”

→ pedro is special though 😳

→ pedro is the chosen one who gets to call him “tsumu”

→ JUST PEDRO 😤😾😡

→ literally thinks it’s the funniest thing when his villagers say “hey big dick man! the weather sure is great today isn’t it!”

→ you can hear his cackling from down the hall

→ thinks it’s the peak of comedy

→ oh and you’re not allowed to visit his island on a saturday

→ saturdays are “for the boys”

→ and by that he means he’s just going to buy a ton of matching clothes for him and pedro and talk to him all day until he eventually annoys pedro by accident to which he genuinely gets upset about

→ he doesn’t really bother with the fishing tourneys or bug offs

→ does catch a few though just to make sure he beats bella earns nook miles

→ pretty average island, not too much effort put into it yet

→ atsumu prefers channeling his energy and game time into bullying bella interacting with his villagers

kuroo tetsurō

→ bangs. it. tf. out.

→ literally acts like he doesn’t care about the game but has 395+ hours game time

→ uses the excuse it’s to play with kenma but kuroo actually got into it before kenma had the chance to look at it properly

→ fishing tourney KING

→ has multiple gold trophy’s and built a whole extension just to show them off

→ also treats all his villagers equally

→ he was a bit picky and only wanted cats and dogs on his island though

→ if you’re anything but a cat or a dog, i’m sorry but kuroo will timeskip you tf off of his island

→ has a soft spot for lucky but doesn’t admit it

→ he likes to come across as a “fair dictator of the island”

→ just admit luckys your fav and go oh my god

→ his house is really nice too

→ pretty much paid off all his debt and is financially responsible 😼

→ he will send you money over a few times a week because he claims he’s a good boyfie virtually and realistically

→ LOVES opening the letters from ‘mom’

→ it’s a small detail in the game but it brings kuroo comfort when he opens the letters and sometimes receives gifts from his virtual ‘mom’ 🥺

→ keeps all the letters from her because that’s what he would do if his real mom ever wrote to him

→ he’s a shameless timeskipper

→ “tetsu?? where tf did you get all this the games only been out a week??”

→ “👁👁 idk what you’re talking about baby”

→ the thing that annoys him the most are the fossils

→ HATES the stupid little marks in the ground that appear every day

→ also HATES talking to blathers

→ “spit it out already! i have places to be and villagers to see!”

→ completely ignores blathers’ real name and refers to him as ‘bokuto’

→ because he’s an owl duh

→ and bokuto also talks a lot

→ you thought it was a cute friendship thing at first but took it back when you heard him muttering under his breath

→ “oh my god just analyse the fossils already you himbo bird!”

→ “did you just call blathers a himbo? 😳”

→ “...no? 😳👀”

→ all in all, kuroo’s pretty good at the game

→ you like visiting his island because he has a ton of extra stuff he just gives you

→ “i never want to hear you call me a bad boyfriend again 😐”

→ “okay fine...but oNLY if you give me an ironwood dresser 😏”

tsukishima kei

→ another one who bangs it out

→ doesn’t really care when you point it out though

→ “you’re just jealous your islands a dumping ground compared to mine 🥱”

→ “k-kei 😔”

→ also sprints near where you’re fishing to scare the fish off and be spiteful 💀

→ little shit KNOWS you only need oranges to complete all the fruits on your island

→ he also knows you’re out of nook miles tickets

→ “aw that’s a shame, maybe if you were a bit better at the game you’d find them quicker but good luck! 😀”

→ oranges are his native fruit 😐😑😐

→ eventually he gives you them because you’re relentless and his patience runs thin after a while

→ good at the bug offs

→ pretty good at scorpion/tarantula hunting too

→ convinced spike is in love with him after the amount of scorpions and tarantulas he’s donated to him

→ his fossil exhibition in the museum is completed already

→ when blathers tells him the facts about the dinosaurs he just rolls his eyes

→ “i knew that already you stupid bird 🙄”

→ why’s everyone bullying blathers damn 😿

→ now, he likes henry

→ one of the few villagers he doesn’t bully

→ tsukki doesnt particularly care for majority of his villagers

→ henry has a special place in his heart though

→ maybe it’s because henry isn’t overly perky or he isn’t rude like the cranky villagers which tsukishima doesn’t like

→ henry is just??? so??? nice????

→ he can’t hate him

→ all his villagers have catchphrases that are dumb af

→ tsukki thought he was being clever when he made them but he just looks mean when other people talk to his villagers

→ “good morning i am useless! i love your outfit!”

→ henry gets to call him tsukki though

→ only because he figured out that henry reminds him of yamaguchi

→ that’s the only reason henry’s the exception to his bullying

→ i feel like tsukki has a pretty nice house too

→ he makes a lot of bells from selling scorpions and tarantulas and spare fossils he’s dug up

→ doesn’t really care about the size but has very detailed rooms

→ like all the furniture in his rooms follow a scheme

→ mf never opens his mailbox

→ doesn’t care for what the other “peasants have to say for themselves”

→ terraforming isn’t really his thing tbh

→ doesn’t like how slow the process and be and kinda likes the natural flat land

→ he likes laying down paths though

→ cusses villagers out when they get in the way though

→ full on shoves them and will keep shoving them until they get annoyed just because they’ve annoyed him

→ tsukki doesnt put as much time into the game as kuroo but his island is still pretty good and aesthetically pleasing

→ he just won’t help you make yours look like that 💀

bokuto koutarō

→ weeds. everywhere.

→ get so confused when he’s told he has to pick them all

→ “really? why can’t i just let them grow though i kinda like them 🤩”

→ mf ✨struggles✨ at the first stages

→ “y/n, you know i love you, please give me 30 iron nuggets 🥺💖💞💗”

→ ofc you give them to him because you’re well ahead in the game and don’t need them as much as he does

→ praises you like royalty but then he’s back to begging for materials from you 💀

→ doesn’t pay his debts

→ you’re gonna have to help him out here

→ doesn’t like the idea of having to constantly pay them off

→ like?? he doesn’t want a bigger house so why is this damn raccoon always bothering him to upgrade like leave him and his 2 room house alone 😠

→ has a the same camp bed and lamp from when he first moved out the tent 💀

→ insists he doesn’t need another one because the furniture all functions the same

→ he has a point tbf but his house just isn’t aesthetically pleasing

→ he also hoards stuff

→ common butterfly? yeah bokuto has 37 sitting in his storage

→ doesn’t like letting the bugs go because he “caught them fair and square”

→ you show him how to pay his debts back and then he dedicates a whole room to his stupid bugs 💀

→ loves blathers and celeste just because they’re owls

→ doesn’t care about what they’re wittering on about he loves interacting with them just because they’re the only owls in the game 😐

→ his favourite villager is kid cat

→ literally follows him around and sprints circles around him

→ l o v e s the chaos outside the town hall

→ 2 of his villagers are singing, 3 are running around and 1 is just watching like 🧍🏻‍♀️

→ HYPES his singing villagers tf up

→ “yeah get it bianca! turn it up!!! 🥳🥳”

→ has to match his villagers clothes at least once a week

→ also makes them all refer to him as “the best ace”

→ it boosts his ego a little more each time they say it

→ bokuto actually got raymond out of luck but had no idea who tf he was and just how popular he was

→ lets that mf go without advertising that raymond’s in boxes

→ atsumu screeches when he finds this out eventually

→ bokuto doesn’t care what his villagers look like everyone’s welcome

→ bella should move to bokuto’s island and move from atsumu’s because bokuto will accept her with open arms rather than a net to the head everytime he sees her 😿

→ ALWAYS remembers birthdays for his villagers

→ and always shows up to their birthday parties insisting he’s the life of the party and they’d be bored without him 😹

→ which is true to a certain degree cause the party only really starts when the player arrives

→ bokuto is actually okay at terraforming

→ quickly changes his mind after an hour of building and digging and restarts it all over again

→ he can make his island look pretty good

→ theres just weeds and buried fossils everywhere though 👁👁

→ also forgets his turnips go bad

→ literally the least financially responsible out of them all

→ it’s okay though because you help him and he eventually gets the hang of it

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jawritter · 4 years ago

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Unlikely Places

Request: Hi! I love your work! Can you do a ABO? One where the reader is Beta, and Dean Alpha, and she’s his true mate/soulmate, but they don’t know it, and he gets possessive and goes into almost a feral rut where he tries to claim, and it almost kills her but Sam and Rowena save her and give Dean his Omega back? You come up with the plot because you’re amazing at that!! Please! I’d be forever in your debt!

A/N: This is the first time i have ever written ABO in the context. So please take it easy of me if some of the information isn’t isn’t normal ABO dynamic, or isn’t necessarily something seen in specific AU’s before! This is not a series, just a one shot! As always feedback is golden. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous about posting this one. It’s the most “Non-Con” I have ever written, and it took me weeks to get this written out in a way that I thought might be acceptable. I hope you all enjoy this one!

This one was Beta’d by @squirrelnotsam! Thanks so much hun! <3

Please heed the warnings on this Fic!! Warnings: (((TRIGGER WARNING!! This fic contains Non-Con, borderline rape implications! Please take caution when reading this if something like this affects you! )))

Other Warnings: Smut, almost non-con, angst, possessive Alpha, ABO Dynamics, knotting, forced claiming, forced knotting rut, almost feral Alpha, true mates, soul mates, knotting, mentions of first heat, language, scenting, non consensual scenting, disturbing Alpha behavior. Aggression, Pain, scared reader, Dean can be pretty scary in this one. Massive age gap! 19 year old reader x 41 year old Dean! Mention of parental death of reader’s parents. Language I’m sure because it’s me.

Word count: 5244

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“That will be $8.97,” you tell the woman standing in front of you. She pays you for her purchase, and you hand her bag to her as the door opens and closes with a dinging chime.

Your eyes train to the large Alpha male that just walked into the filling station you were working at in Lebanon, Kansas. The Omega you were just checking out wasted no time in straightening her blouse by pulling it down lower, and making quite the show of herself as the Alpha grabbed a basket near the door, and lumbered his way over to the beer cooler, not even giving her a second look.

You had to suppress the snort as the Omega harshly grabbed the bag from the counter where she’d laid it when the Alpha had walked in the door, and made her way quickly towards the exit, leaving you alone with the Alpha as he made his way around the store, filling his little basket with things he usually buys every time he came in.

Pie, beer, jerkies of different types, sometimes toilet paper, the odd Playboy as well as the next copy of Busty Asian Beauty, lube.

You weren’t worried about being left alone in the small store with the rather large and very attractive Alpha. It’s not like it was the first time he’d ever been there, and it wasn’t like he would have any interest in you, a beta.

By law, you weren’t even allowed to speak to him unless he spoke to you first. Betas were considered even lower than Omegas and weren’t allowed to address an Alpha directly. You had to choose your words wisely when it comes to Omegas too, but they weren’t nearly as hard about that law as they were with the Alphas.

You watched quietly from behind the counter as the Alpha picked up the newest porn magazine from the rack and placed it in his basket after thumbing through a few pages.

You wondered if the Alpha lived alone. He carried himself like a bachelor, you never saw him with an Omega, nor had he expressed any interest in any Omega that was in the store the same time he was, male or female. Maybe something was wrong with him physically that prevented him from having those hormone-driven urges that seemed to rule the Alpha and Omega community?

Whatever the reason, the Alpha seemed to be almost done with his shopping, so he made his way over the counter with his basket, setting it down before finally looking up at you, giving you a tight smile before grabbing a few candy bars and adding them to his pile of stuff.

You returned his smile with a little more enthusiasm than what was probably necessary, but you couldn’t help it. Alpha or not, the man was sex on two bowed legs, and you weren’t dead.

Instead of speaking, when you had his total, you turned the screen to him so that he could read his total. This was your usual routine with the Alphas that came in the store; it was just safer.

His piercing green eyes seemed to burn a little as he tilted his head to the side and looked at you, or as much of you as he could see through the counter. Something in his stare made you want to blush; even though Alphas and Betas were not compatible physically, you felt like he was sizing you up. You had no scent strong enough that he would be attracted to, and you weren’t anatomically able to take his knot, which from what you understand was necessary to fulfill his needs.

You were 19 years old. If you were going to be anything other than a Beta by now you were positive you would have presented. You still had not, so the Alpha staring at you made you literally take a step back away from the counter, your heart rate spiking as hungry eyes watched you curiously, like he was noticing you for the first time even though you’d rang up his items a thousand times before.

“What’s your name?” he grunts, and his baritone voice sends a shiver down your spine, landing somewhere deep in your stomach, making it do a flip of sorts.

“Y/N,” you answer shortly, utterly unaccustomed to talking to Alphas. There was no one Alpha that you could recall that had ever spoken to you, and you had been working at this filling station since you were 16.

Your parents were killed by a demon when you were very small, and you were delivered to an Omega compound when you were only 12 by the man that saved your life. It was assumed you would present as an Omega because you came from what they all called a “pure” bloodline.

Much to the community leaders disappointment you never presented. So they kicked you out on your ass to fend for yourself, and you were lucky to have landed this job, and the Omega owner let you sleep in the back part of the storehouse.

Finding a place to live on your own as a beta, and at such a young one was virtually impossible, and you would have been dead by now if it wasn’t for her. You never told her about your past, and you never intended to, after all, who else in this twisted world would believe in demons.

The green-eyed Alpha leaned forward slightly, breathing in deeply, his nostrils flaring as he attempted to scent you from a distance, and you put your finger on the panic button just under the cigarette counter you were leaning against, ready to push it if he tried to cross the counter. Sure, you would probably be dead before the cops got there, but at least they would be able to find the security footage and maybe track him down.

You didn’t know what triggered this behavior from him, he’d never done anything like this before, and you wondered if he had just scented the Omega that was previously here, and just thought it was you.

The Alpha placed a large hand on the counter, about to start making his way around it when the door dinged again, and a skinny Beta man you thought you’d never see again entered the store.

“Dean! There you are? What’s taking so long buddy? Sam’s ready to get back to his Omega?” he said as he approached the green-eyed Alpha you now knew was named “Dean”, smiling as he noticed you standing behind the counter.

“Y/N? Little Y/N Y/L/N is that you?” he asked as he shoved the large Alpha aside, and leaned against the counter to talk to you. Earning himself a very disgruntled look from the Alpha and the Beta’s boldness.

“Hey Garth, it’s been a while,” you said, smiling at him warmly. You had met Garth years ago when he showed up to the Omega community you were living at not long after you’d been dumped there, taking a few Omegas there for safety after he wrapped up a hunt in Salt Lake City.

“No kidding! Look at you all grown up. What are you doing here?” he asked, totally ignoring Dean as his eyes narrowed, looking swiftly between yourself and Garth as if he was annoyed that he was missing something.

“Well, I never presented, so they marked me down as Beta when I was sixteen, I’ve been living and working here ever since. What are you doing here? There’s not another Demon around is there?” you asked, and before Garth could answer, Dean spoke up directly to Garth, who, for some reason, seemed completely unfazed by the large, and brooding Alpha leering at him.

“Wait a minute, what’s going on here? She knows about the life?” Dean said, pointing at you as if you were a piece of furniture, and you weren’t standing there at all. Typical Alpha male behavior, but you knew better than to call him out on it.

“Yeah! A group of hunters saved her from a particularly nasty Demon when she wasn't but twelve, and dropped her off at the hunting Omega compound. Looks like that didn’t work out though.” Garth said, giving you an apologetic look.

Dean turned his gaze to you, that same hungry look burning just below the surface as he took you in from head to toe. A deep growl low in his chest that made Garth burst into laughter, and you look at Garth as if he had finally lost his damn mind.

“Just ignore Dean, he’s an old Alpha who’s on the edge of a rut for the first time in too long. His brother and his Omega just moved into their bunker up the road here, and it’s triggered his hormones again.” Garth said with an eye roll, totally ignoring Dean as his eyes widened, and he looked at Garth like he could rip his throat out with his teeth for divulging that little bit of information.

“Come on Dean; we need to go, Sam’s gonna kill you if you wait any longer,” Garth said, grabbing the card from Dean’s pocket and throwing it on the counter for you to ring up his stuff. You quickly bagged his items, handed them to the Alpha along with his credit card as Garth blubbered on about something you weren’t even really listening to, doing all you could to ignore the burning, tingling feeling that the Alpha’s skin left on yours as your hand touched his.

The rest of the day progressed much as every day would. You could have sworn you saw that black Impala he was driving when you closed up that night, but you thought you must be imagining things, and locked the door before making your way to your makeshift bedroom in the back of the warehouse. Falling into an uneasy sleep, that seemed to be haunted by green eyes.

The next morning you trudged your way over to the front door to open up for the day, still rubbing your eyes and yawning widely. You didn’t see Dean until he pushed the door open almost on top of you before you could step back as if he was waiting on the door to open. You stumbled back out of his way in surprise, fully awake now. Dean said nothing, just came very close to you, scenting the air around you before tilting his head to look at you curiously.

You didn’t speak, you didn’t move, hell you were too afraid to do anything but stand there holding on the counter next to the coffee pots.

Leaning over your shoulder, Dean brushes his body against your own as he reaches behind you, and grabs a coffee cup, filling it with black coffee all while keeping you virtually pinned to the counter. His body moving over your much smaller frame made an involuntary shiver roll through your body as he pulled away from you, and made his way over to one of the small booth seats next to the window before making himself comfortable there. His green eyes followed your every move as you quickly made your way to hide behind the counter.

Your entire body was shaking as you tried to get a grip on yourself, as well as your imagination that was running wild in your head. It was effectively putting all kinds of thoughts that shouldn’t be there, thoughts that were not only so far fetched they were laughable, but thoughts of Dean’s hands on your skin, thoughts of Dean’s powerful body moving above yours in a way that made you almost whimper.

Shaking yourself, you continue about your day, choosing to ignore the large Alpha once you have calmed down enough to move from behind the counter. Dean never left his booth except to go to the bathroom. He stayed there literally all day long, just watching your every move. Never speaking to you, never getting close to you again, just watching. When you closed that night, you had to finally speak directly to him, to get him out of there, even though you knew you weren’t supposed to address him without being addressed first.

“Dean, I’m closing, you have to leave,” you tell him in a voice you hope sounded more confident than you felt. Dean said nothing, his green eyes racking over your body before he stands and leaves without so much as a word, and you lock the door quickly behind him.

The next week went on much of the same. Dean would be there as soon as the door unlocked. Thankfully you had learned to move when you opened the door. He’d take his seat in the booth after scenting you, then would stay there until you made him leave, just watching you.

You knew Alphas could become possessive of Betas, it was rare, but it did happen. You also knew that possessive Alpha’s could be dangerous, and had the tendency to be violent towards the Betas they have become possessive over, or they could become brutal to people around them in general.

Dean was an older Alpha. If you had to guess, he was in his early 40’s and unmated. Things like this happened when Alphas went unmated for too long.

You tried to text Garth, but he didn’t answer, he was probably on a case somewhere. You knew Garth said that he was about to go into rut, and with Dean’s behavior as of late, you hoped that Garth was just joking. Cause a rut could mean he’d try and hurt you.

The next day you didn’t see Dean all day long. You thought maybe he found something else to be focused on or obsessed with. That or Garth got your text, and alerted this Sam they were talking about to Dean’s strange behavior. Part of you was relieved, and part of you was disappointed. Sure, you knew you and Dean could never be a thing, and staring aside, he did make you feel a little safer when he was around, and he definitely made you blush every time he looked at you like he wanted to touch you.

Three more days passed without Dean making an appearance, and you had all but gave up on ever seeing Dean again. You check to make sure everything is off before trudging your way towards the little bedroom you had made for yourself. Your mind on Dean, and not really on your surroundings, you almost miss the large man standing in your room when you turned your light off, almost, a possessive growl let you know you weren’t alone pretty quickly.

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as you turned slowly to find Dean, standing in the middle of your room with nothing but a low hanging pair of sweats that were doing very little to hide his thick length that was straining against the fabric.

Your core clenched around nothing, and a shiver ran through your body as you took in the Alpha, his broad shoulders and strong chest on full display as it rose and fell rapidly with each quickened breath, sweat prickling his skin as he stood in the dim light. His tattoo shines boldly on his chest, you knew of as an anti possession tattoo from your time at the compound. You backed up and he took a step towards you, a deep purring coming from him as his lust blown eyes scanned your body.

“Dean, you need to leave,” you tell him, knowing full well that wasn’t going to happen. He was in rut, and you were the object he’d chosen to fixate on, and now you were pretty sure he was going to kill you.

Dean, back you slowly towards your bed, growling low in his throat as his body came down over yours as you fell onto your bed. He was nuzzling his face deep in your neck, scenting you and purring as his teeth ran over your throat.

“Dean, you need to stop, I’m not an Omega. We can’t do this, you will hurt me,” you beg him even though your body was screaming for the Alpha hovering over you, now nipping at the skin of your hroat.

“Not an Omega, still mine. You want me, I can smell it,” he said as he ripped your shirt from your body as if the materially wasn’t made of anything at all. The cold air hitting your skin made you gasp, large hands roaming all the free skin as his mouth claimed yours dominating you easily. His tongue sliding over yours as his huge hands pulled your shorts and underwear from your body. He threw them to the floor before he discarded his own sweats.

“Dean, think about this, I can’t take your knot, this isn’t going to do anything but frustrate you further,” you attempt to make him see reason, even though your body was arching into him as if he couldn’t get close enough, his thick cock sliding through your dripping folds, gathering as much of your slick as he could. Purring and licking at your throat as he did so.

Dean was huge, you had heard that Alphas were large, but Dean was so big that you weren’t sure he’d get in all the way. You’d only ever been with Betas before, and you were convinced that he was twice the size of any of them without his knot.

“Mine,” Dean growled against your skin as he pushed into you, fully seating himself inside of you in one thrust, surprising you. The stretching was almost painful: you had never felt so full in all of your life. Dean’s mouth fell open in an inhuman growl as his lips latched around your nipple, sucking and biting as his hips began to snap into yours. He pulled himself almost all the way out before fully penetrating you again. Each powerful thrust on the edge of pure bliss and too much.

You were almost sure that you could practically scent him as he continued to pound himself into your body, over and over again hitting that stop deep down inside of you that no one had ever been able to reach before. Purrs and growls falling from his lips as teeth repeatedly grazed the same spot on your neck. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach with each powerful thrust, and before long, you were coming undone around him. Dean continued to fuck you through it. Groaning and sucking a mark onto your shoulder as spots appeared before your vision.

Your head lulled back as you came down from your high. Dean’s body continued to slam into your own.

That’s when you felt it, the stinging pain that was the beginnings of his knot. You knew he was about to split you open, and you did everything you could to get him off of you, scratching, and biting seemed to only push him on. Possessive growls left his lips with each thrust into your abused heat.

“Dean, please stop, I can’t,” you begged him as you felt his knot start to swell further, and pain began to radiate through your body. Dean was too far gone, an animalistic look on his face as he quickened his pace.

You screamed as his knot popped, locking the two of you together as he came, his teeth sank deep into the skin of your throat as your mouth fell open in a scream that never came out. Your vision goes black as indescribable pain radiated through your body. The last thing you remember was Dean purring above you as everything faded to black.

Time seemed to be moving at a strange pace after that. You would get flashes of what you only assumed could be reality because of the blinding pain radiating through our body. You could have sworn you heard Dean apologizing to you between whining noises as he carried you somewhere. Then there was the sound of the Impala starting, after that, you didn't know much. Except for pain, you knew pain because it felt like it was burning through every fiber of your being.

When you woke up again, the pain was gone, but the first thing you saw was fiery red hair, making you jump, which caused pain to shoot through your body again.

“Easy there, dear, you’ve been through a lot; let’s not move around too quickly,” her thick accent and motherly voice seemed soothing to you, and you slowly tried to calm your breathing.

“Where am I? Who are you?” you asked, eyes shooting around the room that looked like an old infirmary.

“You’re in the Men of Letters Bunker. Poor Dean brought you here after he almost killed you.”

Your heart rate spiked up at the thought of Dean. You didn’t know if you were afraid of him, or more anxious to see him again. The whining sound he was making as he carried you to his car was still so clear in your ears, and even though he did this to you, something in you told you that he didn’t mean to do it. That he wasn’t in control, he would have never hurt you of his own free will. If so, he wouldn’t have brought you here, but instead left you there to die.

“Where is Dean?” you asked her as she fussed over your neck bandages where Dean had bitten you.

“He’s locked in his room until he is out of his rut, not by choice mind you, he’s not happy about being kept away from you. He should be out of it by the end of the day. Last I checked on him, and he will be happy to hear you're awake, the name’s Rowena by the way, “ she said as she walked over to the old book sitting at a table in the corner of the room.

You watched as the older Omega woman flipped through the old book's pages in front of her, adding ingredients to the bowl sitting on the table next to her.

“Why did he do this to me?” you asked her just as the door opened and closed with Garth, and another very large Alpha entered the room with long brown hair.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. Rowena here is the best witch in the business, and if there’s a way to solve this, she can.” Garth said as he flopped down at the foot of your bed. “This is Sam, by the way, Dean’s little brother.”

Sam nodded politely at you before making his way over to Rowena.

“What we don’t understand is why my brother tried to claim and knot a beta. He doesn’t understand it either. All we can get out of him is that you're his mate and that he needs to see you. I'm sure you don’t want that to happen, especially after what he did to you, so we’ve locked him in his room.” Sam said, his eyes barely leaving the book.

“I’ve heard of a lot of strange things, but I’ve never heard of an Alpha trying to claim and knot a beta as if she was an Omega, and then calling her his mate,” Garth said.

“He’s been following me around for days now, and then he just showed up and…”

You were cut off by a banging on the door, followed by a loud whining, you recognized as Dean. Rowena’s eyes flashed a purple color, and she turned to smile at everyone in the room as the incessant whining and banging continued.

“Don’t worry, he’s not getting through that door, you should rest Dear,” she told you as the room started to get fuzzy, you were sure she was the cause of your sudden drowsiness in attempt to keep you from further agitating Dean, but you didn’t have time to respond to her before you fell back into a deep sleep.

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The next thing you remember is feeling warm, very warm, as if a body was pressed against yours. That’s what made your eyes snap open to see Dean’s worried gaze as he lay in the bed next to you, your body scooped up and pressed tight against his own, holding onto you as if he could protect you from all danger.

Deep whines mixed with purrs filled the room as he nuzzled himself into you gently, scenting you deeply as if he could scent you.

“This is a Bad Idea,” Sam’s voice came from the other side of the room. He was clearly keeping his distance from the Alpha that was holding you.

“He’s not going to hurt her, Sam,” Rowena said. Shifting very close to you, setting a bowl down next to you with strange ingredients inside.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I swear I would have never done that if I could have stopped, I would have, I never wanted to hurt you,” Dean mumbled, kissing your forehead gently as if you were some fragile thing. His large body all but covering your protectively as you fought against your groggy state.

“We think we know what the problem is,” Garth said from somewhere behind Dean. “See all those years ago, that Demon must have done something to you, sort of like what Azazel did to Sam. You were an experiment. One that intended to turn Omega’s into Beta’s before they even presented. There are traces of the Omega gene in your blood. Crowley mentioned something about it a long time ago, but we didn’t know he was successful. The only explanation is that you were Dean’s true mate, and he can somehow still sense it, which is why he went almost feral and tried to claim you.”

You could almost feel the anxiety rolling off of Dean’s body, and you instinctively nuzzled his hold, earning purrs of approval from the Alpha above you.

“See that, she senses he’s nervous, and she’s trying to comfort him. She’s his Omega, I just got to get the spell right to fix this,” Rowena said, shuffling around in her bowl.

“So what are you all gonna do to me?” you asked as Dean tightened the covers around the both of you, pulling you deeper into him.

“We’re going to turn you into an Omega,” Sam says, handing Rowena a strange vile of something to add to her bowl.

You look up at Dean nervously, and he places his lips softly on yours in a chaste kiss.

“It’s gonna be okay; I wouldn’t let them do this if it was going to hurt you. They’re just gonna fix what that sick asshole did to you all those years ago.” Dean said, his deep baritone voice was comforting to you, and you could swear that you could almost feel the bond between the two of you, and you were still technically a beta.

“Okay, dear, we’re ready,” Rowena said as she placed the bowl on the bed next to you, and you buried your face in Dean’s throat.

You could hear her making incantations, and things first. Then a strange tingling started to stretch through your body. Scents became stronger; you could smell Dean first. His own mouth-watering musk, mixed with evergreen and gunpowder, then Sam, and Rowena.

Your skin started to heat up as Dean’s body tense above your own, purring as Rowena ended her spell. Pressing his nose to your neck he scented you deeply.

Your body felt new, refreshed even. The soreness that was there from what Dean had done was gone, and you could feel everything Dean felt. Every emotion, every fear. It was all so overwhelming. Reaching up, you pulled the bandage away from your neck, revealing the mark Dean had left there. His claim still shines against your skin, as even though you knew he thought it would be gone.

Rowena clapped her hands behind you as Dean ran his tongue along the claiming mark on your neck, and slick started to gather at your thighs in response to your Alpha. “Well, my job here is done. Call me if you all need me, oh and enjoy, dear,” she said, patting Dean on the shoulder as she made her way to the door. Dean picked you up bridal style, making his way towards his room that would now be your room.

Not stopping until he had you laid down on his bed, lying down close to you before pulling you into him, purring as he nipped at the skin of your throat.

“My Omega,” he purred against you, an overwhelming feeling of peace washing over you with each touch of his large, warm hand against your small frame.

“My Alpha,” you tell him, nuzzling closer to him, letting his scent wash over you in waves.

“I thought you didn’t exist, I thought I was doomed to die alone. Then when I found you, I thought I had lost my mind. Then when I came to myself in your room… I’m so sorry, Omega, I will never hurt you again,” Dean said, his voice cracking as he pulled his clothes from his body, throwing them to the floor as you did the same. Desperate to feel your Alpha’s skin on yours. Heat roars through your veins as his body wrapped around yours, his half-hard cock resting on your thighs as he settles himself to lay between your legs.

You place your small hand on his chest as his lips claim yours in an intoxicating kiss before rolling himself on top of you. Grinding his hips against yours, rutting his hardening length against your clit as the first wave of cramps rolls through your stomach of your first heat. Slick gushing over him as he pressed himself against your entrance, knowing what your body needed, and ready to give it to you. The foreplay could come later; right now, he just needed to be as close to you as possible.

“It’s okay Alpha. In a lot of ways, I’m so glad you found me. I was sleeping in a storage closet for fucks sakes.”

Dean growled as he entered you slowly in one smooth thrust. The amount of slick your body was creating made a smooth entrance, and he held himself still inside of you as his lips claimed yours. Your walls fluttering around his throbbing length as your body welcomed him like a missing piece that finally was in place after being lost for so long. Both of you groaned in relief as he filled you.

“Gonna take care of you Omega, no more sleeping in storage rooms. I can’t give you much, but I can give you all that I have, and I can protect you with everything in me.”

Dean hips snap into you in a rough thrust as his instincts begin to take over, and your heat starts to take the forefront of his attention.

“I’m all yours Alpha. Always will be.”

There was a lot you still had to learn about being an Omega, and you still didn't even know your Alpha really, but you knew one thing, you were so glad he found you. Pain and all, it was worth it.

Fate always finds a way, even with everything against you. In the most unlikely places, even after you gave up hope. That’s one lesson you will never forget.

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sleepysnk · 4 years ago

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I GOT THIS IDEA FROM A FRIEND @trashgremlin36 so ima feed y'all willy simps AGAIN. i wrote this late so my bad for any spelling mistakes or grammar errors 😀✨. HE NEEDS FLUFF BYE OKAY. i hope you guys enjoy 😏

She's Not You

Pairings: Willy Tybur x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

(Y/N) shivered as she walked along the streets with her now boyfriend Willy. The chill fall air made her skin cold.

"I told you.. wear a jacket or something," Willy said, laughing a bit at his girlfriends actions.

She looked at him with annoyance. "Uh it was your idea for the shirt! Don't lie there," she replied, rolling her eyes playfully.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and smiled down at her. "I'm just messing with you. Look, we should head home if you're cold. Don't need you catching a cold," he said, stopping beside a store.

"Wait... is that Gucci? I want to go to Gucci," (Y/N) said, staring at the store next to her. "Please! I promise I'll be fast." she pleaded, staring up at Willy with pleading eyes.

Willy smiled at her cuteness, taking out his wallet and handing her his card. "Go crazy, but be back quickly." he replied, kissing her head. "I'll have the car ready for you love," he added, taking out his keys.

She took his card and grinned as she walked into the luxurious store. The worker greeted her as she walked around, before she could never afford Gucci. Even thinking about clothes as a college student made her bank feel nervous. She was originally just Willy's sugar baby, he always gave her money, he even paid off her debt. She was incredibly thankful for him.

That's when the spark formed between them about six months into the agreement.

Though only being about five years younger than him, she felt something, as well as Willy. Then one day, he just came clean to her about it. Of course, she didn't deny what she felt, and here they are now.. in a serious relationship.

(Y/N)'s eyes wandered around the different items in the store, from expensive handbags worth more than her rent, to perfumes and colognes that smelled amazing.

"$1000? Damn.." she said, placing the perfume onto the counter.

She wandered deeper into the store when she felt someone's eyes on hers. When she turned she saw a woman with black hair staring at her. Feeling uncomfortable, she moved a bit away. Until the woman spoke.

"You're (Y/N) (L/N) right?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

She felt awkward talking to this woman, who looked oddly familiar. "U-Um.. yes?" she replied, furrowing her brows. "Who's asking?" she asked, nodding her head.

The woman chuckled which made (Y/N) confused. Was the woman mocking her?

"Oh sweetheart.. do you even know who I am?" she asked, laughing a bit more.

(Y/N) shook her head, maybe she got her confused with someone else? But how the hell did she know her name? She's never seen this woman in her damn life. It made her freaked out knowing someone knew her.

Before she could speak a hand was on her shoulder. "(Y/N)- oh, funny to see you here Anastasia," she knew that voice to be Willy's.

"It is funny to see you too Willy," the woman who she assumed to be 'Anastasia' replied.

(Y/N) swallowed, feeling the tension becoming thick between them. "U-Um.." she said, looking back at her boyfriend who had a serious expression on his face.

"Here darling, take the keys and go to the car." Willy said, holding out his keys for her to take.

"Darling? Is this your new mate?" Anastasia asked, eyeing (Y/N).

Who was she? Did Willy know her or something? She knew he worked with many people, and many people knew who he was. He was a well-known CEO, and most people respected him for his business.

"In fact she is, but I don't understand why you're even speaking to her. Personally, I don't know how you even know her name either." Willy said, clenching his jaw.

Anastasia laughed, staring at her. "People talk Willy, your line of business isn't exactly a secret. In my opinion, you can do better. Did you find her at a strip club? I never knew you liked the younger crowd either," she said, crossing her arms.

Ouch.

(Y/N) felt a sting in her heart at her words. Was this an ex-girlfriend or something? Why was she being so rude? Insecurity washed over her as she stood there. Did she really look bad?

"Look Anastasia, I'm not arguing with you on this in the middle of a store. What happened between us is over and final, get over it." Willy said, seriousness dripping from his voice. "Come on (Y/N)," he said, taking her hand in his.

Anastasia gritted her teeth watching as the two exited the store. "Pathetic," she said, looking around the store once more.

(Y/N) got into Willy's car and sat there taking in what had just happened. She still had one question, who was that woman? She recognized her, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

The drive home was silent and awkward. No words were spoken between the two, but Willy knew something was wrong with her. (Y/N) was never this quiet, she was usually talkative, but now she just seemed uninterested.

Arriving home, (Y/N) got out of the car and made her way up to the apartment they both shared. The tension was becoming too much for Willy, she seemed pissed. Did she even know that was his ex-wife?

(Y/N) felt sick to her stomach. The woman's words echoed into her head, she felt her confidence hit the ground. Which is usually never like her. She tossed her clothes and put on a more comfortable outfit, lying down on the bed they shared. Her mind replayed the whole scenario a million times. Whoever she was, the woman was beautiful, her black hair, and her attractive face gave it away. Maybe she was some fancy assistant Willy hooked up with awhile back, she was aware he had many flings before meeting (Y/N).

Who could blame the woman for those words? Compared to (Y/N), the woman seemed more professional. She was still young, that woman had to be around his age. (Y/N) let the insecurities rush into her head.

(Y/N) sulked for the next 30 minutes about everything that went down. She wasn't even sure where Willy was, he usually would follow her into their room, but he didn't which was odd for him.

Placing her phone on the nightstand, she heard the door opened to their room.

Speak of the devil.

She looked back seeing Willy leaning against the doorframe. He seemed to be studying her, something he was good at.

"I noticed you were upset so I gave you time for yourself. Mind telling me what's going on?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.

(Y/N) sighed, standing up and leaning against the wall. "I don't know... it's just.. everything that happened today was bothering me," she replied, avoiding his gaze.

He loosened his tie and sat down on the edge of the bed. "(Y/N) what that woman said wasn't true. You don't look like a 'stripper' and you sure as hell don't have to worry," he said, looking at her.

(Y/N) looked up, his eyes staring right at her. "Who even was that woman? Does she know you or something?" she asked, furrowing her brows with confusion.

He let out a sigh. "That woman, Anastasia, is my ex-wife," he replied, looking down at the floor.

It all made sense.

(Y/N) knew of an ex-wife before, Willy made her aware after noticing a wedding ring on his table. He stated that before meeting her he was going through a nasty divorce, his ex-wife was apparently a basket case. It was him who filed for it, but he never exactly went into detail on why he wanted one. It was all a mystery to her.

"O-Oh.. I see," she said, chewing on her bottom lip. "I could see why you married her, she's beautiful." she added.

His eyes averted to look at his girlfriend seeming upset. More upset than before actually.

"(Y/N)... please, come here." he said, reaching his hand out for her.

She hesitated but made her way in front of him, fingers wrapped around her hands. His eyes stared up at her.

"Do you even know why I divorced her?" Willy asked, raising a brow.

(Y/N) shook her head. "No.. you never really went into much detail that day. I figured it was too much to ask," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

He sighed. "There's multiple reasons my love, for one Anastasia wanted so much from me. She wanted children four months into our marriage and we didn't even have a place yet, then she accused me of cheating on her on multiple occasions. Which wasn't true at all, I always remained loyal throughout our marriage. There were days we had that were good, but it all turned sour about a year and a half in. We argued everyday, from the moment we woke up to the moment we went to bed, we argued. She'd send people to watch me at work or if I wasn't home early enough she'd get pissed off," he explained, staring at the floor. "Then one day, I found her in bed with one of her co-workers. That's when I filed for divorce," he added.

(Y/N) stared down at him, taking in all the information. He really went through all of that? It made her sick to her stomach.

"She was beautiful yes, but behind her beauty was an ugly truth. I loved her, I really did, but I wasn't happy anymore. The divorce was horrible as well, she didn't want one, but luckily my lawyer got her to sign the papers." he said, playing with her hands.

(Y/N) nodded. "That's horrible, I couldn't imagine putting you through that. She sounds so bad," she replied.

Willy chuckled. "You're telling me, but that's besides the point. What my point is, (Y/N) she's not you. Don't compare yourself to Ana, she's way different than you. You have nothing to be insecure about," he said, staring up at her. "Trust me, I can see that your heart is pure." he added, kissing her hand.

His words began to put her at ease. (Y/N) knew she was better than Anastasia, she could never imagine putting Willy through something like that. It just isn't inside of her.

"You're right, I don't think I can imagine myself being like her." she said, laughing a bit. "She just seems so.. professional you know? And when she said that stuff to me, it kind of hurt." she added.

He nodded his head. "It's understandable, for some reason Ana always had something to say about other women. Trust me, that kind of attitude is unprofessional, but don't worry darling, you're special to me and I don't care what she has to say." he replied, giving her a smile.

She stared at the ground. "I guess you're right," she replied, smiling a bit.

Willy looked up with a grin. "You want to know a secret?" he asked, nodding.

(Y/N) looked down at him with confusion. "Sure, what is it?" she asked.

He chuckled a bit. "She still tries to come back to me every now and then. I've had to turn her away millions of times," he said, rolling his eyes.

Her brows raised and a laugh escaped her mouth. "Really? I mean.. isn't there something in divorce papers that says you can't see them or something?" she asked. "I also wanna know how she knows my name," she added, shaking her head.

He shrugged. "Couldn't say, she probably saw us together a few times, but trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I'll never go back to her, you're the only one I love." he said, putting his hands on her hips.

She felt sparks come from his touch, her heart fluttering at his words. "I guess you're right," she said, putting her hands onto his.

He smirked. "When have I ever been wrong?" he asked, looking up at her. "Now.. come here, let me make all of your insecurities go away, hm?" he said, pulling her body closer to his.

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kumawrites · 4 years ago

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what are you, my sugar daddy? (pt. 1)

☆ ushijima wakatoshi x reader ☆

☆ - 3.9k words

☆ - a/n: aight ushijima fuckers here y’all go. but like,,,, me too tho i’m a proud member of the ushijima club. alternatively titled, “y/n has good morals (unlike me) and ushijima really does not want to be sued”

☆ - taglist (ask to be added): @miceonmars

When you said you wanted to be hit by a car to pay for your tuition, that was a joke. A joke. Apparently, God didn’t quite catch that it was supposed to be a joke, and decided to bless you with what you asked for. A car! A car that ran you over at a crosswalk!

In retrospect, it was probably your fault. Sure, you were on your phone, too engrossed trying to read a tweet while walking, which was surprisingly hard as you couldn’t really keep focus on the words. But you could have SWORN that the light turned green. For you. Not for the car. You think. Well, maybe not. You really didn’t remember, too focused on the pain sizzling through your entire body to think straight. The (very expensive looking) car had hit your body head on, and while it wasn’t going too fast, you would probably be dead if it was, it was still a car. And your body was still in the street, just chilling.

And oh god, you still had to get to class. Not only were midterms just around the corner, but maybe you had spent too much time in class definitely not paying attention and rather playing a bootleg Club Penguin on your computer. Trigonometry is boring, and Club Penguin is not. But, your negligence to your studies was going to be your downfall if you didn’t actually start paying attention. And you had planned on it! Too bad your plans got ruined.

At least the sky was pretty today, and so was that guy. Wait, what? You’re well aware that there was a crowd surrounding your dead(?) body, but no one had really made it into your peripheral, probably too scared to move your body. You didn’t blame anyone for not getting too close to you, it was a good precaution to not get injured any further. But you noticed that one man was crouched over you, brows furrowed, phone next to his ear. He looked distressed. Wonder why? That was your last thought before you promptly passed out on the warm concrete.

When you came to, you knew you were in a hospital without even opening your eyes. The smell of the whole place was almost sickly, not surprising, hospitals are literally made for sick people. It smelled heavily of disinfectant and sadness. You hoped that you weren’t hooked up to a bunch of machines and that you weren’t missing any limbs. That would mean a longer stay, which did not sound optimal.

As you opened your eyes, you were absolutely blinded. No, not by the light, the windows were closed and you weren’t even next to them. But by the extremely attractive man, sitting in your room on his phone. Well, that’s new. It wasn’t like you knew who he was, no one that hot was actively associating themselves with you. You didn’t have time to process who the mystery man might be before we turned his head from his phone and locked eyes with you.

“Hello.” He spoke with a deep rumble in his voice. Wow, that’s hot.

You attempted to greet him in return, but your voice crackled leading you into a coughing fit. The man furrowed his brows, and suddenly you recognized him. He was the one that was crouched down by your body! While you were presumably coughing up your lungs, the man quickly left the room. And there he went. Maybe he was an angel. Maybe God sent him down as an apology for not reading the entire request. That was probably it. Hot people like that definitely didn’t exist in the real world.

Too focused on the crazy thoughts in your head, you didn’t notice that he actually came back! With a nurse! Oh. He came back?

So he was real, you deduced. Well, when you were able to get words out of your dry throat, you’d ask him his skincare routine. And workout routine. And well, his life routine at this point. It was like there were no faults, physically at least. He was probably a psychopath who broke into your hospital room to kill you. Yeah. That’s it.

You weren’t paying attention to reality, and didn’t even notice the nurse leave to go call a doctor. And then there were two. You only snapped out of your very deep and intellectual thoughts when he cleared his throat.

“Hello. Again. I apologize, it seems I hit you with my car.” His brows furrowed once again, and you were extremely tempted to tell him to stop, he would get premature wrinkles if he kept that up. But, you needed to have an actual conversation with this not so mystery man.

You took a breath and actually managed to speak this time, although it was still raspy. “Howdy.” Howdy? Did you really just say howdy? “It seems you did, huh?”

That was all you were able to get out before the nurse came back with a doctor. The doctor grabbed his rolly stool and sat down by your bed, explaining that you had only sustained minor injuries and were actually lucky since you didn’t hit your head. Your left leg, however, was a different story. Since that was the side you got hit on, your leg was basically in shambles. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but you wouldn’t be able to walk for quite a while, having broken your bones in multiple spots. Well, that sure did suck.

You didn’t have a car, so you were forced to walk everywhere. But, that didn’t really matter at this point. It wasn’t like you would be able to drive a car with a broken leg.

Other than your broken leg, you were basically fine, and would be able to be released from the hospital in a few days. They wanted to run some extra tests, just to make sure you wouldn’t die somehow due to your injuries when you got home.

The nurse then switched out one of your IV bags and promptly left with the doctor, after making sure you didn’t have any further questions, leaving you alone in the room with the handsome man.

You didn’t really know what to say to start off the conversation, but luckily, he started. “Do you feel okay?” He questioned and you had to ponder that. Yeah, for the most part you did feel fine. But you hadn’t gotten out of the bed, and whenever you shifted your hips they ached. So, a solid maybe? But you didn’t want to make him feel bad, so you simply nodded your head.

“Yeah. Aside from the leg, obviously, I feel alright.” You shrugged as you examined your casted leg. Your gaze shifted from your left leg to the man, sitting a safe distance away from you. He looked rather stiff, with his hands properly placed in his lap. His posture was impeccable, and you bet he didn’t have back pain when we woke up in the morning, lucky bastard. You also noticed the very expensive looking watch, adorning his left wrist. Then you remembered just what kind of car hit you. It was for sure some fancy car, but you were no car expert, so you had no idea what model or even brand it was. But that meant this man had money. Good for him.

“I’d like to make up for it. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to pay your hospital bills.” Your eyebrows shot up, not expecting that. Honestly, you were ready to take the L and go into debt to the hospital. And then probably pitifully ring up your parents and beg for some money. It wasn’t like your family was poor, but they were for sure not rich. While they’re able to keep themselves afloat, you weren’t sure what a presumably large hospital bill would do to their finances. And they really weren’t responsible for you at this being, being that you’re in college and living on your own. So simply taking this stranger's money would be super easy, right?

It would! If you didn’t feel extremely responsible for the entire situation. Damn it good morals! Why did they have to come out now! Thinking back on the accident, it was most certainly your fault, and taking this law-abiding citizen’s money just rubbed you the wrong way. Yeah, he was rich, but he seemed genuinely extremely apologetic. If that was what the furrowed brows meant. You were just assuming. You were also assuming that he was a law abiding citizen, but his presence alone almost guarantees it. Almost.

“Don’t worry about it. I appreciate the offer, but this whole situation is for sure my fault. My carelessness led to your car, uh, hitting me. So don’t worry about it. I’ll just call my parents, and figure something out.” You said as you brushed your fingers through your ratty hair, attempting to get the knots out. It was a mess, and you couldn’t even see it. You wondered what you looked like, probably not hot. The man, however, did not seem pleased by your response, somehow managing to furrow his brows even more at your response.

“No, I insist. Please let me pay for your bills.” He seemed almost offended that you attempted to decline his offer.

Nonetheless, you weren’t about to allow yourself to mooch off of a stranger, even if he looked rich. “Thank you, but it just feels wrong, you know? They can’t be too bad.” Somehow you knew that sentence was going to bite you in the ass later. You gave him a slight smile and before he was able to respond to your foolishness, his phone dinged. He looked down at his phone, and abruptly stood up, and wow, he was tall. But you almost expected him to be this giant, since his whole being and presence was just like his height, large. You blinked at him, as he looked almost distressed as you kept looking at you and then back at his phone. He sighed as he slipped his phone in his windbreaker.

The man glanced around the room until he found a slip of paper and a pen. He quickly scribbled down something and then handed the paper to you. “I have to go, but here’s my contact information. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” And with that, he left the room. You looked down at the paper and read his name, Ushijima Wakatoshi. Huh. Sounded familiar, but you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You shrugged and put the contact into your phone, knowing that you would somehow manage to lose the paper if you didn’t.

You were fully prepared to never call him, however, still not wanting to make him pay for anything.

Your eyes almost fell out of your head as you read the bill. Was it even possible for a number to be that big? The amount of digits was almost offensive to look at, and your roommate, Kaori, seemed to agree.

“Y/N, that number is going to give me a migraine, please put it away.” She dramatically sighed as she sprawled out on your bed, next to your sitting, basically frozen body. You break one leg! Just one! And this is how much that costs? You’d have to sell your soul and kidney to even begin to pay the bill.

“If I throw this bill away, do you think it’d just disappear?” You asked, fully prepared to rip the paper in half.

“Hmm.. Probably not! I don’t think the IRS would be too happy with that. Wait, is that was the IRS is for? You know, I don’t know. But it’s worth a try!” Kaori and her many words of wisdom never seem to get old.

“Very helpful Kaori.” You sighed and flopped down next to her. She instinctively began to scratch your scalp, as a way of support. Whenever you were stressed or upset or anything, you’d come to Kaori and ask her to scratch your scalp. It felt good, and she knew where all of the best spots were. “I don’t know how I’m going to pay for this, especially without letting my parents know. They’d seriously castrate me, Kaori. I would be dead. Deceased.” You dramatically wailed, and Kaori just kept running her fingers through your hair.

“Didn’t you say the guy who hit you offered to pay for it?” She arched her eyebrow and you sighed.

“Yeah.. But I just feel bad? You know? Then again, he looked like he wanted to pay.”

“Then let him! There’s your solution. Call him up right now and explain that you’re just a little too broke to pay for them and would very much appreciate his financial support.” She sat up and removed her fingers from your scalp, causing you to groan. She grabbed your phone, unlocked it, you had given her the passcode ages ago, and opened your phone app. “I’ll even call him for you! Well, press the call button. You need to talk to him. What was his name?” She asked as she scrolled through your contact list.

“I don’t know, uhh, Ushijima? Yeah, Ushijima. I think?” You casually mentioned and didn’t even notice how Kaori’s eyes went wide with shock.

“Sorry, what?”

“Huh?” You turned your head towards her at the sound of her confusion.

“What.. What did you say his name was?” Kaori looked shell shocked and you had no idea why.

“Ushijima..? I forgot his first name, it was Waka something. Umm, Waka, Wakatoshi? Yeah, that’s it. Ushijima Wakatoshi. Why, do you know him or something?”

“Know him? Do I know him!? Y/N, he’s a D1 athlete! Ushijima Wakatoshi hit you with his car! Oh my God, Ushijima hit you with his mcfreaking car!” Kaori exclaimed, and you could only look at her in confusion. You genuinely had no idea who that man was, other than the man who ran you over, but apparently he’s a big deal. To Kaori at least. You listened to her as she spoke on and on about Ushijima and how great of a volleyball player he is. Apparently, in high school he was one of the top aces in the country. Honestly, you didn’t know what an ace was, but you nodded along to whatever Kaori said, knowing that she was a manager for her highschool’s volleyball team and a sports medicine major.

“So, basically, what you’re saying is, I got run over by a super famous athlete? Is that it?” You blinked at her as she finished her speech that was basically about the entire history of men’s volleyball. You learn something new everyday.

She nodded enthusiastically and re-unlocked your phone, in search of one name. “And that’s why you need to call him! Think about the scandal of it all! ‘Famous Athlete Brutally Runs Over Innocent College Student’! He definitely does not want that on the news.”

“Well, first of all it wasn’t brutal. The only thing broken about me is my leg. Second, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who caused the whole thing, so I’m not innocent. And finally, I’m not going to blackmail him into paying for my bills.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your roommate and she huffed.

“Fine, fine. At least call him so he knows you’re still, well, alive.” She handed you your phone back, and his contact was already dialed. You groaned at Kaori and put the phone up to your ear as there was no going back.

After about the fourth ring, the line was picked up. “Hello?” Ushijima’s deep voice managed to sound deeper over the phone, and you had no idea how that worked, but this wasn’t the time to think about that.

“Uh, hey, Ushijima? It’s Y/N, the person you, uh, hit with your car.” Was it even possible for you to sound even more awkward? Out of the corner of your eye, Kaori was muffling her giggling and you threw a nearby pillow at her face, which she caught. Stupid sports majors with their stupid athleticism.

“Hello, Y/N. How do you feel?” Even though you had only spoken to Ushijima once, you could tell what kind of person he was. Blunt and didn’t have a lot of words to say. He was probably the kind of person that didn’t bother sugarcoating anything. Respectable.

You hummed in response. “I’m okay. My leg doesn’t hurt, but I guess that’s because I can’t really feel it? Or something.” You bit your lip and an awkward silence fell over the phone call. “Um, how are you?” You asked completely out of formality and because you had no idea what else to say. Holding a conversation seemed like it wasn’t going to be easy.

“I’m fine. Y/N, I’d like to ask to pay your hospital bills once again.” Oh, you were right. He went straight to the point.

“I really appreciate it, but like I said before, I definitely caused the accident. It’s not your responsibility to pay for my bills. They’re, uh, not really that much anyways. Haha.” Could he tell you were lying? Kaori sure could, and even you could recognize how fake your voice sounded.

Apparently, he could tell that you were lying. “I asked to see how much the bill was when I was at the hospital, and it is not a small amount, Y/N.”

“Oh. Uh. Well, I guess you’re right. But still! It feels a little icky?”

“I don’t mind paying. My job pays me very well. I can easily pay your bills. Are you in college?” He asked out of the blue, following his not so subtle flex. Okay, he probably didn’t mean to flex, didn’t seem like that kind of guy, but boy he sure did.

“Sure am. I’m in my second year, dying.” Groaning, you remembered all of the schoolwork you have to catch up on after putting it off AND getting hit by a car. You wouldn’t be surprised if you failed Trig. But you probably shouldn’t.

He grunted in response. “Do you drive?” Ushijima asked another odd question that seemed to have come from nowhere.

You didn’t know how that had any correlation with the current conversation at hand, but you responded anyways. “Oh, no I don’t. I usually just walk everywhere, not that hard to do. Well, maybe now it might be.” The annoying realization that you couldn’t just simply walk everywhere had just hit. Again. When you remembered earlier at the hospital, you simply forgot all about it! A true way of solving your problems! But what an inconvenience getting hit by a car is. At least you got to meet someone who could be considered a celebrity. And he was hot! Really, it was a win-win. No, that’s a lie. Your leg is broken and you’re suffering from crippling debt. But you still met a hot guy!

“I’m going to pay the hospital bill, Y/N.” Ushijima bluntly stated and snapped you out of your daze You honestly almost replied with a ‘yessir’. He was just so confident, how could you argue with that? Wait, how were you supposed to argue with that? The whole goal of it is for him to not pay your bills, but how is he so damn convincing with just a few words? He’s truly an enigma.

“Please, Ushijima, it’s really fine. I think. Wait no, ignore that. I’m very much confident that I am fine. Yeah. That.” Your voice wavered as you panicked and your eyes darted to Kaori, watching your dumbass in amusement.

“Excuse me for a bit.” It didn’t seem like Ushijima had cared to listen to your babbling, and simply hung up. You put your phone down from your ear and stared at it. What? He just excused himself? Can he do that? Well, of course he can do that. It’s Ushijima Wkaatoshi, and at this point, you were pretty sure that he was capable of doing anything if he really wanted to.

Kaori crawled back next to you and tilted her head. “Did you hang up on him?” She curiously stared at your phone, displaying the recents page of your phone calls.

“Uhh. No. I didn’t, at least. He was just like, excuse me, and hung up?”

“Huh.” Kaori simply vocalized.

“Huh for sure.” You agreed.

Before you had time to even think a cohesive thought, for once in your life, your phone rang. You looked down at the display to see that it was Ushijima calling. Well, he did say excuse me, implying that he was coming back, but you didn’t really have the time to process his words before he hung up, just minutes ago. You stared at your phone before you answered, still trying to wrap your head around what was going on.

“Uhh, hello? Ushijima?” You answered your phone.

“I paid your bills. Please do not worry about them. They were quite significant.” You choked. Kaori stared at you like you had just grown two heads, presumably hearing Ushijima’s words. He, he just, did it? This man just paid your bills? Like it was nothing? Was he allowed to do this? It wasn’t like you weren’t relieved that someone else took care of your ridiculous bill. At this point, you were just downright impressed! Ushijima really just did that, huh. A true display of big dick energy, if you must say yourself.

It was almost impossible to find a way to reply to him, after all of this insisting that you were completely fine and he didn’t have to cover the bill. Apparently, you must be really bad at pretending since you were definitely not fine. Or maybe Ushijima is just incredibly perceptive. You weren’t for sure, and you also weren’t for sure if you’d ever figure out. Actually, you’re well aware that you’re a shitty liar.

“I would also like to cover your physical therapy and transportation until you completely recover.” Well that statement certainly gave you whiplash. It was almost as his expensive car ran you over again. He wants to what?

“Wait, hold on. Okay, so first, thank you for paying my bill, but really you didn’t have to. I’ve said this enough, but it really was my fault. And you don’t have to cover anything else, the hospital bill was just enough. I seriously can’t thank you enough, and I’m fine and alive. You really don’t have to do anything else.” You explained and hoped you didn’t come across in an ungrateful way. This man had just paid your unreadably expensive hospital bill, after all. He was showing you so much kindness already that you really didn’t know what to do. Your kindness acceptance meter was full.

Even after your mini speech, it still seemed like he didn’t care. “Please send me your schedule for classes and your address. If you want anything, do not hesitate to call me. That includes food, or anything you want. It does not matter. I have to go now. Please take care. I will see you soon.” And with that, he hung up, leaving you shell shocked. Did this mean what you think it meant? Anything? Seriously, anything? You were very much sure that this was far past the usual situation. Ah yes, the usual situation where a famous athlete hits a dumb college kid with his car. Happens all of the time.

But you were pretty sure that it wasn’t a normal thing to be offered food, or as he said, anything you want. Wait a minute. Wait a damn minute.

“So?” Kaori was looking at you expectantly.

“Okay so, I don’t know if this is how it works but, I think, just maybe, I got a sugar daddy?”

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danger-xylophones · 4 years ago

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I Know... (Boba Fett x reader)

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Synopsis: Reader gets a surprise when they return to Tatooine

Warnings: Reader threatens Boba Fett? It’s implied that reader follows a similar code to Din, angst if you squint, I dunno - tell me if something else needs to be up here. No beta read

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Something was happening on Tatooine. You didn’t know what. But you’d gotten an urgent message that read:

“Return immediately. - B.F.”

You figured Fortuna had pissed off another New Republic marshal and was recalling all bounty hunters he had under his control to protect him. The useless crik. If you didn’t have that damn contract with him you’d skin him yourself. ‘Spose you were lucky - you could’ve turned out like that blue twi’lek he kept chained to Jabba’s throne. But, as it were, you were stuck working to pay off a debt to Jabba that, when he died, passed to Bib.

You were approaching Tatooine, about to enter the atmosphere, when a new message chirped through.

“Mandalorian, disengage weapons, land, and enter throne room unarmed. - B.F.”

That was new. And you were immediately on edge. Your mind flew threw every bounty you’d ever done, every interaction with the New Republic, every contact Bib had for why special interest was placed on you. There were millions of people who could target you just for the beskar concealing your form and millions more that could come after you for revenge.

You weren’t going down without a fight. No matter what Fortuna ordered. But you’d at least play nice for a little bit. With a few clicks, the guns were shut down on your ship and the landing platform was in sight. You elected to remove your most obvious weapons but the wrist launcher, the flamethrower, the jetpack and the missile attached, and the beskar itself stayed put. Not a moment later, you landed. And you were on your way in.

The palace was strangely unguarded and there were no other ships in sight. Which meant you were probably walking into a trap. You counted how many whistling birds you had left.

“Mandalorian.” A foreign voice called out right as you stepped inside. The tunnel was dark, only two light sources were present - the binary suns heating the planet and the warmer light of the main room. And standing in the middle of the tunnel was a woman with long braided hair wearing a kama and a red and black helmet...and holding a rifle. “Last of Clan L/n?”

You stiffened. “Where did you learn that name?” The words were icy as they slipped through the vocoder, a barely contained malice painting them.

The woman chuckled and moved the rifle to her back before reaching up to pluck the helmet from her head. “My name is Fennec Shand.” She explained in an even tone whilst completely dodging the question.

“I know who you are.” You spat out. Fennec’s presence ruled out the presence of the New Republic but did not eliminate the threat of attack.

She was unperturbed. “I was sent to escort you.” Without any fanfare, she turned on her heel and began to march. “Follow me.” You had half a mind to shoot her in the back. But you did not have a blaster on you because you’d chosen to play nice. But...it looked like if it came down to it, you would be able to overpower Fennec and take her rifle. Afterall, you had the beskar which was in itself a weapon.

In the meantime, you would follow.

Fennec kept a quick, decisive pace and didn’t spare even a glance over her shoulder to see if you were following. Which you had to admire. She certainly was sure of herself. You kept your distance, making sure there was plenty of space between you and the legendary assassin, as she led you further into Jabba’s palace - right into the throne room. With a silent sigh, you braced yourself to face either Bib or a squadron of bounty hunters with blasters trained on you.

Fennec stopped and turned her back to the room you were about to enter. She gestured for you to go ahead. You grimaced under your helmet and rounded the corner.

You weren’t expecting the person sitting on the throne.

It felt as if somebody had reached through the beskar right into your chest to take your heart in hand and squeeze. Air stung your throat as you sucked in a surprised gasp. You could feel your body go rigid. Hidden behind a t-shape visor, your eyes frantically darted around as you took in the freshly painted dull green beskar, the red vambraces, the red paint lining the visor of the helm, the dent in the helmet, before taking in how they sat with legs parted wide and weight resting heavily on one arm in an effort to make them look bigger than they were - to make them all the more intimidating. You would have been intimidated...if it was actually him.

Instead, you were pissed.

“Where did you get that armor?” The words slipped from you before you had time to think of anything more tactful in a low growl. They just tilted their helmet at you. The anger grew at the subtle arrogance in the gesture. “Give it to me.” They made no move to do so. You took a threatening step forward, beskar boot clanking. “Now.”

“You are in no position to make such a demand,” He...he sounded like him, “Y/n.” Your wrist was pointed at him, whistling birds at the ready, in an instant. His shoulders bounced with the small, amused huff that slipped from him. “Put your toys away, cyare. They aren’t necessary here.” You didn’t listen. He laughed again, low and warm, and you were ashamed at your body’s instant reaction to the sound. “You certainly haven’t changed.”

“Who are you?” You practically snarled.

“Come up here and take my helmet off.” That startled you more than it should have. Maybe it was his voice, so similar to the one you could have spent hours listening to when you were just a bit younger. Maybe it was the sheer dominating aura this man was emitting. Maybe it was the total lack of fear surrounding something you relied on so heavily to protect you from first the Empire and now the New Republic. You didn’t know. You didn’t comply.

“No.”

He sat up. “I said come up here and take my helmet off.”

You puffed out your chest just a little bit more. “And I said ‘no’.” A beat of silence passed. The only sound the swish of Fennec’s kama as she chanced a glance at the two of you. “Where did you get the armor?”

A sigh, lower than anything he’d done before slipped through his helmet’s vocoder as he hung his helmeted head. “You’re really going to be like this?” He asked, turning the helmet to the side to look at you but without lifting it.

“Listen, di’kut, I’m not going to ask again: Where did you get the armor?” You hissed, taking another threatening step toward Bib Fortuna’s old throne - you hadn’t even noticed that the room was deserted save for you, this stranger, and Fennec.

He tilted his head at you. You tilted your head at him expectantly. “I earned it.” He huffed out. “Haar’chak, I knew you would be stubborn.”

“You know nothing about me.”

“I know that your hair is h/c.”

Your gaze hardened beneath the helmet. “Ho-?”

“I know that your eyes are e/c.” He cut you off. “I know that you have the softest skin in all the galaxy.” As he spoke, he rose from his seat. “I know that when you get upset you squint your eyes and wrinkle your nose.” And with every word, he stepped closer to you. “I know that when you get nervous, you chew on your bottom lip. I know that you’re scared of the galaxy and that it eats at you every night.” The man stopped in front of you and gently took your wrist in hand to carefully lower it back to your side. “I know that you doubt that you are a true Mandalorian.” He deactivated the launcher. His helmet was barely a few centimeters from your own, any closer and your foreheads would meet. “Ni kar’taylir.” I know. There was only one person that knew.

“Boba?” His name was a breath of fresh air on your tongue, silvery sweet yet oh so painful to say. Wordlessly, he reached down and grabbed both of your hands. He brought them up to clasp either side of his helmet and then he let go. A moment passed like that - painfully still. Every part of you seemed on fire. Your lungs burned as if they were receiving no oxygen from each breath you took. Your heart hammered in your chest powerful enough to make you fear it would break through your ribs. You could feel a distinct wetness making your eyes prickle and sting.

Your hands trembled as you lifted the helmet, inch by inch to reveal scarred dark skin, deep brown eyes, and a small, affectionate smile on his lips. “Hello.”

The helmet hit the floor with yours soon joining it. “Boba!” You couldn’t help but sob before you pushing yourself into his arms. His arms, in turn, locked around you - one crushing you to his chest while the hand on the other grasped the back of your head. “I-I thought-”

“I escaped.”

“How?”

“Not now.” He whispered into your hairline. The gentle brush of his lips sent a shiver down your spine.

“I never got to say it before...ni kar’taylir darasuum.”

He smiled against your skin and pulled you closer. “Ni kar’taylir.”

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garblegox · 3 years ago

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• Humpty Dumpty Elegy #1 | 👨‍⚖️DOOM👎 •

My friend Wednesday introduced me to Humpty Dumpty a few years back. He was hoping we could rehabilitate him into humanity. I've given up.

Humpty Dumpty went to highschool with us. Was held back a grade. Diagnosed with autism + a handful of other things. Sequestered off from the other students to the point where Wednesday said he had quasi-feral qualities. I don't remember seeing him anywhere. A fun sense of humor, and similar interests in entertainment, behind crippling anxiety. A virgin, and a bitterly resentful incel, but hey, more grist for the mental illness mill. A little help and patience oughta go a very long way.

I knew better than to pick friends based on some heroic attempt to re-invent them. That's hubris. But Hump and Wens had been discussing the idea for a while. All I was signing up for, was a new Discord friend. One with a caveat: 'He may at times be a bit baffling, awkward, and straight up unpleasant. But we can help him. We've all had similar struggles to him in our own ways, and we've overcome them. He's asking; he's vulnerable.'

I'll go further into why I find Humpty Dumpty so hopeless, as this series continues. But suffice it to say that he's not autistic; few if any of his problems are out of his control, and he's just a narcissist using pity for attention.

Over the years I listened to story after story from Mr. Dumpty. Sympathizing and empathizing with him as a protagonist. Trying to find parallels in his story that align with mine, as well as with friends in our group, and the things that've helped us so much.

The whole discord has showered him with advice, primarily based on our experiences: Job skills, establishing boundaries, communicating, ruminating, introspection tips, analogies, family dynamics, inspiring fucking allegories and historical legends, whole nine. Anything that ever nourished one of our god damn souls.

It all comes back at us with an assured, almost amused, "Naah, that won't work either."

"Yeah but it worked for me and two-three other dudes here." We'd insist.

"Hmmmm, I know, but autism/OCD/trauma/anxiety/horny/nihilism, so... ya know..."

"The dudes we're talking about have some or all of those issues and it still worked reliably. You have to try something before you say it can't help you."

"Yes, but none of you are as crazy as meee."

"You can't even hold a candle to Wednesday, dude, you know this. Why do you keep saying that?"

On and on it goes. A shell game of pity, advice, and excuses. For years now. Time wasted, and an uncharismatic sociopath stays the center of attention, indefinitely. To the alienation of other friends, who feel way less patience towards him. Whom we see less and less of, as time goes by.

My grand strategy was to vomit books all over him. It's all I've got to give. I'm a Machiavellian Gladwellian maven. In the tenth grade, Wednesday and I took a psychology class, and it's the only phase of mine that never ended. I've been reading books on psychology for eleven years. Just straight gargling them, loudly. And Wednesday is on his way to becoming a bonafide therapist. The idea of healing the mentally ill means a tremendous amount to Wednesday and I. We were conned by the better angels of our nature.

However, once I stopped giving him the benefit of the doubt, it all unraveled in my head, in a day.

So this series is all the books I deeply hoped would slowly change Humpty Dumpty's life, like they did mine. I put a lot of time and thought into which books would make the greatest impact on a troubled young adult's life.

Finally, I felt like I really committed to something bigger than myself, and intrinsically valuable, only to be mocked. This list will be here as a resource for Humpty Dumpty to browse. And my debt will be squared. My goal is still constructive. I've just lost the soft touch of a friend. Now he's a foil for us to learn from.

He's got all the time in the world, so long as he doesn't kill himself, or someone else. Although since the latter is far more likely, here are all the books he'll have time to read in prison:

• #1 You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney •

If I freeze diarrhea solid, is it still diarrhea? Just trying to hold your attention, lets keep moving. I already know the answer, don’t worry about it.

I recently told Humpty I planned to give him my copy of this, when we meet face-to-face. Said this is the book that started my journey up from rock bottom. That it changed my life, and for the first time, made me feel like my feet were planted firmly on the ground. This one light read means so much to me.

I said, "While I can't force you to read a word, I can force you to take it home with you."

He gleefully laughed and said "I'll just hold onto it till I see you again, and give it back, unread"

He meant it.

He died to me that day. The whole project ended there. Nobody else would have offended me by that comment. Because nobody else has ever begged me for guidance.

His take on the story, after the fact, is that he said he won't read it because he plans to get it on audiobook. He's been saying he'll get his Audible account started for as long as I've known him.

He spends his time replaying games upwards of six times for achievements, and watching speed runs on twitch.

My non-autistic narcissist step dad watched Looney Toons and spaghetti westerns every day. It's called being boring. Hump literally complains to us about how boring his entertainment is. But he can't pencil in one second for a best-seller or two.

I gave this to a local book box. It's in curious hands, once again.

46 digestible little psychological decryption keys. This felt like a bestiary, mixed with a book of spell-countering-spells. Wednesday read it in highschool too. We both see this as a must-read.

Granted, for readers with a solid understanding of psychology and critical thinking, you may prefer to spend your money on Thinking Fast and Slow or The Laws Of Human Nature.

Obviously, the book isn’t condescending or demeaning, as the name might suggest. It’s deeply empowering. That gap between how smart we think we are, and how smart we really are, is a source of constant distress for us.

Most of these delusions are evolutionary adaptations we should all be grateful for. But this fact comes with a big BUT: none of this information means anything, if you’re just going to be a thoughtless determinist about it. They may be your nature, but they’re not your fate.

Nobody loves determinism more than ol' Dumpity Doo-Dah. That way, he never has to change. Fate is his first trump card against sound advice.

If he did read this, he might: stop self-handicapping; stop forming self-fulfilling prophesies; stop confirming his nihilistic biases; recognize when he's confabulating in the face of ignorance; account for the Dunning-Kruger effect; drop his expensive brand loyalties; distrust supernormal releasers; be careful where he finds catharsis; or combat learned helplessness; etc. etc. etc. to name his biggest and most correctable flaws.

All of the above, he'd just call textbook autism or OCD. Too arcane for us to understand fully. Whatever it takes to keep his flaws firmly in place. His greatest strength, is his illusion of weakness.

Here’s David McRaney's blog/podcast. If you think this series apes his work, wait till you see what I got planned next. Oh baby, I’m gonna invent my own psychology all by myself. I might call it, ‘You Are Not Convinced’ I’ll test fan-submitted fried chicken recipes on my podcast and everything.

I developed more confidence, patience, and humility after reading this. Confidence, knowing my shortcomings aren’t unique to me. I don’t err cause I’m an error, I err cause I’m an ape. Patience, knowing nobody is really on the ball, and we’re lucky anything actually works at all. And humility, I rarely claim to be certain; certainty is a childish indulgence. I’ll tell you I have these flaws long before you see one acted out, if you ever even do.

It’s definitely still diarrhea.

• #2 The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz •

Funkadelic Toltec knowledge from OUTER SPACE. Four simple agreements, pinky swears at the ready! Lets go:

Be impeccable with your word

Take nothing personally

Don’t assume

Do your best

If my secular home had a holy book, it was this one. My mom read this when I was four, and did everything in her power to adopt these agreements into practice. I'm a lucky son of an alien.

It helped her reverse the narcissistic gaslighting my grandma raised her with. This was where my mom learned to stop being emotionally manipulated. A problem Humpty has complained too much about.

My mom's practically a guru, among her friends. Because she's always there to remind them of these agreements.

This keeps her on that constant Bruce Lee, 'be like water' shit. Her words are honest, clear and settled. Insults pass through her like a vapour. She flows without the friction of assumptions. She crashes into goals with all her potential. And some people think she's ice cold, but she just a solid pimp, sucka.

I read this in 2017, and until then, this was all just 'Gangster Mom Wisdom.' Now it's 'Ancient Toltec Wisdom'. Far more credible. If I want people to buy my amazing advice, it needs to be more than plain old mamma's-boy-ism.

The rules have vulnerabilities and caveats, on their own. But as a quartet, they make up for any of each others’ shortcomings. They're more complex than a point-form list. They create a whole ecology of good behaviors in your life. Don Miguel Ruiz does a fantastic job of illustrating how a regular human can effortlessly live these agreements every day.

The more you conform to these ideals, the more brave, optimistic, relaxed, and reliable you become. It’s a powerful thing, being able to look someone in the eye and say ‘When was the last time I misled or lied to you?’ I’m a hit with all my bosses, because these, and some other rules, are my first priority at work.

You’d think, at this point, that people would get sick of hearing me say ‘I dunno, I’d have to assume. So [shrug]’ But they haven’t yet. I literally gave up on making stupid wild guesses to others, and it made me look 12% smarter.

Humpty does nothing BUT take things personally, assume, and half-ass. The lies, I'm only starting to fully uncover. His whole life story is a tangled ball of non-sequiturs and red herrings. Reading this would put some responsibility on him to know better, and to act better. Hence why it's holy water to his vampire ass.

He'd once again claim an autist can't fix these problems. We're gonna hear that a whole lot.

• #3 The Practicing Stoic by Ward Farnsworth •

The cub on the right... I hope that’s just his leg.

No philosophy produces cooler people than stoicism. No other ‘–ism’ comes close. From Keanu Reeves, to Clint Eastwood, to Yoda.

‘Stoic’ comes from the Greek, ‘stoa’ which means, ‘porch’. As in, the kind of wisdom you get from an old person, chilling on their porch. What are old people thinking on their porches? They’re thinking, ‘I’m right about everything, and I’m not chasing your silly ass down to tell you.”

So unless you’ve been cordially invited to porch class, to play dominoes with your local sages and crones, you better read this book. Otherwise the only way to get it, is wait about 50-80 years. Or you could fight in a war. It’s also known as the philosophy of the veterans.

Nassim Taleb got me hyped about the idea of PTG (Post Traumatic Growth), in his book, Antifragile. A lot of the discussion around PTSD involves a gravity well of pity and hopelessness, that just sucks you deeper and deeper. Some people take a PTSD diagnosis, like they’ve been informed they have Alzheimer's. Instead of attempting to treat it, they just start searching for hospice caretakers and adult diapers.

PTG is a concept older than written language, but in the history of trauma research, it’s still very young (90′s baby club yass). And the aircraft carrier of PTSD treatment is still turning very slowly in its direction. So in the meantime, how bout a philosophy adjustment? PTG is stoicism’s bread and butter.

Life’s just one big plate of steaming shit after another, and you just gotta eat it without complaining. – My dad. Not a practicing stoic.

Speaking of other ‘–isms,’ stoicism is an Axial-age philosophy.

Look at those old mustard-colored Boomer religions. Stinky!

Ever look at all the major religions and think, "seems like they’re all kinda gettin’ at the same thing"? Well, they were all attached to the same ancient trade network, the one that crystalized into the Silk Road. All these nerds were sharing ideas for centuries. A number of large figures from each team could have met face-to-face. Coulda gave one another blowjobs, who knows.

If stoicism ever gives you Buddhist vibes, it’s because in Greece’s Macedonian days, they parked their borders right up next to the Hindu Kush, made like a tree, and stayed there for a couple centuries.

Although, come to think of it, can’t remember the last time I’ve heard anyone say, ‘Want to be less anxious? Think more like a Greek.”

• #4 The Body Keeps The Score by Bessel Van Der Kolk •

This is what got me wondering if trauma was the nucleus of Humpty Dumpty's woes. Rather than autism. His most pronounced symptom, as a kid, was screaming/crying fits. That's mostly it. The rest of his autism-cred comes from merely being institutionalized over his early fits.

The only thing I won't doubt or denigrate about Humpty's life story, is that he was traumatized as a young man, by his family, by institutions, and by peers. Although getting him to specify where it maybe came from leads to babble. The non-sequitur fountain starts back up.

What I've pieced together from these tales, is that whatever Humpty did as a kid, got him scooped up by the Ontario school mental health system, labelled defective in every measurable way, prescribed every treatment available, robbed of any internal locus of control, then mentally vivisected and left unzipped. No identity, no agency, no guidance, and most importantly, shockingly little time spent socializing with peers.

But anyway, more about the book:

PTSD manifests in two ways: Overstimulation, or numbness; Panic attacks, or dissociation.

Never had a panic attack in my life. I’m Snowcone Jones, not... Volcano Alfredo. When everyone around me is wide-eyed and terrified, I enjoy a guilty moment of bliss. I float around in a little endorphin bubble, and everything moves just slow enough to handle.

The coping mechanism in his L-M-N-O-P’s went from healthy, to unhealthy, to a hell he never leaves – Aesop Rock, Lazy Eye

Psychologists say the cut-off age for adolescence keeps extending. To how old, thus far? 25, and climbing. We’re going to need a new Catcher In The Rye for this century, with a 30-year-old Holden Caulfield.

Adolescence isn’t biological, it’s cultural. It comes down to material things like attending school, living with your parents, etc. But also, mental aspects. Like sociopathy, and having an uncompromising sense of uniqueness.

We all need a sense of uniqueness, in order to create a sense of being an individual. But taken too far, it creates a frightening state of isolation. Trauma, while always deeply personal, is rarely unique.

This book shatters the feeling of lonely uniqueness that trauma can generate. I can connect with people in catatonic states, similar to my own. And more importantly, I can see overstimulated people, whom I used to refer to as ‘spazzes’, and recognize that there’s someone very similar to me, reacting to their pain with plan A, rather than B.

One of trauma’s secret ingredients is a lack of agency. That locus of control I was referring to is vitally important to your wellbeing. Bessel’s book focuses heavily on how trauma victims can inject some agency into their past, present, and future selves.

Trauma can be a Horse and Stag sorta deal. The stag is a traumatic event, and our physiological reaction is like the hunter with the saddle. We accept the hunter’s help, and it makes inspirationally quick work of the stag. But when we invite the hunter to kindly piss off, he says ‘Hey, thanks for the horse’ and there you are, stuck in a stable. A stoic’s worst nightmare.

Bessel sees the way out of the stable. If you can lose the Stag, and the saddle, that’s post traumatic growth.

If you’ve watched The Sinner on Netflix, it’s basically this book in cop drama form. I love it.

• #5 Extreme Ownership by Jocko Willink & Leif Babin •

Good

You gotta grit your teeth and flex all your neck muscles when you grumble the name of this book.

So much to love: Doing your best, checking your delusions, philosophy from sexy veterans, and vast agency-expanding wisdom.

The absolute last thing Humpty Dumpty will ever read. If I wanted to improve him with this book, my odds would be better if I just hurled it at his head like a baseball, and prayed for acquired savant powers. Which I won't do, because I got the audiobook. And because he's an egg.

I mentioned being a hit with my bosses. This is the cherry on top.

Corporations hire Jocko to come in when a team is failing to meet its goals. Jocko shows up and says, with his navy SEAL stage whisper, ‘what’s the problem?’ And the leaders say, ‘everything but us.’ And he squints like, ‘biiitch... please’ then he sinks back into the water with a Bowie knife in his teeth.

No bad teams, only bad leaders.

Responsibility isn’t a question of guilt or shame, when things go south. It’s a question of awareness and control. e.g. Did you have what you needed? No. Did you know you’d need it? No. Could you have checked beforehand to know you would need it? Yes. Then at some point, success was under your control, and you made the wrong choice. You share a portion of responsibility, own it.

We're most often the victim of circumstance only once, and the rest of the time thereafter, a participant. If you know better, then you're responsible for acting better, period.

There’s a big caveat, though. One can have a pathologically internal locus of control. Jocko alludes to this fact a lot in Extreme Ownership, but people struggle with the idea so much in practice, he wrote The Dichotomy Of Leadership and made a 2-part series of it all. A book on leading, and a book on following.

I, for example, have to stop acting like Dumpty is under my control. I want to believe I did something wrong to fail this quest to save his mind. I feel this urge to take ownership of his choices. That's extremely unhealthy. It's time for some malicious compliance; it's time to let him own his choice to languish.

It’s daunting, the practice of dropping the flattering excuses, and just owning your shit. For about a week, it feels like all you’re doing is masochistically barbequing your ego. But once the spiciness wears off, you’re left fortified. Or, dare I say, matured.

We all need help leading others, leading ourselves, and being led. It’s a delicate process. Few things are worse than a bad leader. Authority is not a trivial thing.

I've never once witnessed Humpty take ownership of his choices. Every decision of his was made by someone or something else. This book is the most counter-Humpty-Dumpty book I've ever read.

• End bit •

I'm still hanging with Humpty. I just don't reward his pity gimmicks with attention. The most malicious thing I plan to do is bore him.

No more explaining, cajoling, demanding, pleading, bargaining, or Socratic back-and-forth. No more time alone, ruminating over his endlessly complex life puzzles, or fantasizing about how much potential he has under all his self-sabotage. No more positive attention for being a dedicatedly permanent loser. No more making excuses for his disgusting misogyny. Not after this series is done.

In the event that I'm wrong in my judgement, and I'm just pooping on a harmless victim of fate, these books will always be here. Here, waiting for Humpty to simply take recovery into his own hands.

Honestly, if he just read a single one of these books, I'd see him in a hopeful light again. But he won't.

If you're wondering what he'll think about this, I have a pretty good guess:

Nothing

I promise, everything stated in this series has been said to him multiple times, by multiple people, in every variety of mitigated language. Mostly loud and pleadingly. As a matter of fact, while writing this, I decided to put a couple verbal haymakers together, and fire them at him next time he inevitably did more of his exaggerated Negative Nancy spiel.

I went in as accusatory as possible, brutal, no humor, expected defensiveness, and was ready to dial things back, the moment I got his attention:

I said he collects self-diagnoses for pure vanity's sake, and that they give him endless moral license to wallow in a pity puddle for attention. That he's consciously and deliberately working to never improve, so he can get attention forever. That he's a faker.

He didn't skip a beat. Rattled off some inaccurate OCD trivia to something said earlier in the conversation and moved on.

I said he has some form of Munchhausen disorder, explained it, and repeated that he's actively committed to never getting better, and nearly all his sickness is a bullshit contrivance exhausting people's attention and energy. And we're all fully losing interest in his recovery.

Another instant and effortless non-sequitur, so disconnected from the conversation I can't remember who he addressed it to. But we advanced like I said nothing.

Then after hearing him describe another person supposedly reading his mind, and thinking evil thoughts about him, I said all he does is project his shadow onto random people. Did the whole Carl Jung elevator pitch right then and there, and reminded him, "You know, like that game you love, Persona."

He told me the latest news on Persona 6. And we kept on rolling.

In one ear, out the other. Nothing disturbed him, because he still had everything he wanted in that moment: My attention.

The story of Humpty Dumpty, to me, is about Munchhausen disorder. I know that isn't even close to canon, but I think it's why it has held in our imagination.

Humpty Dumpty was an empty egg, with nothing growing deep inside him. An egg, first of all, knows how fragile it is, and knows it doesn't belong on top of a fucking wall. Yet in the face of an impotent existence, he reckoned his greatest strength was his weakness, and he shattered himself to pieces. Pieces, which spent their last moments lovingly tended to, by the skilled hands of the King and his horsemen.

I wash my hands of this brimstone-scented shell salad. He can smash himself into pigment for all I care. It's always been his choice. I suspended a lot of valuable and accurate judgements for long enough. There are better marks for him to con. Endless wells of sympathy. Marks that don't know a fraction as much as we do about psychology.

But YOU, lovely reader, have merely ONE thing to do to avoid being a devilish HUMPTY DUMPTY (fuckin booooo):

Participate in your own recovery.

Don't drown all your lifeguards. Shit, at the very least, when the lifeguards throw you a floatation device, don't catch it and mischievously hurl it as far away as you can. If you ask someone to spoon-feed you help, don't blow it off the spoon and laugh in their face.

Nobody can pump and swing your limbs around and make you burn fat, you gotta move them yourself. Nobody can integrate your shadow into your conscious self, that's for you to investigate personally. You can't humble others, only yourself; People call humbling others, "humiliating". And nobody can cure your addiction to self-pity till you alone decide you want to.

See you all next month, with another 5 books, an Aesop Rock quote, and more lessons from one of fastest growing character archetypes in our generation: the Humpty Dumpty.

We gon talk about autism! We gon talk about all this suicide shit! Ooow we gon talk about work! Humpty gon come to my house and kill my life! I'm excited! hahahahaha yisssss!

What a way to get murdered. Death by book club.

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