I am new to fan fiction and although I am mostly writing a story out of fun I do also want to make it enjoyable to other people who may read it.
My big question is What Do I Refer to Reader as?
Many people use y/n, but I think I've noticed an uprise in hate for it. or just less people using it. Whether it's because its not exactly pretty to look at or just for other reasons its not liked as much as it used to be
So do I use blank spaces like '______' to refer to the readers name?
is [name] [last name] preferred? or more appealing to the eyes?
For context, I'm writing a fan fiction that follows the plot of the book True Grit because I love it so much. Many times throughout the book the main character Mattie Ross states her name with like authority or something else, so I'd say it's pretty important that I add this in the fan fiction, but since it's an x Reader, I can't give a name.
What is more appealing to the eye and more appealing to read?
"Im y/n l/n, the daughter of Frank Ross. I've come here for his things \"
"Im '_____ _____' the daughter of Frank Ross. I've come here for his things"
"Im [name] [last name] the daughter of Frank Ross. Ive come here for his things"
TW: fluff, naked intimacy (no lustful thoughts), female reader (no pronouns but sweet girl is used) nicknames (babe, baby, sweet girl), No specific boob sized mentioned, bad writing (like always)
⊹₊⟡⋆ → In which Yuji will not accept laying down anywhere but on your boobs (without the bra)
WC: 2.2k
After a long day at work, you finally get to go home and relax with your boyfriend, Yuji.
He too was tired after a long day of killing curses and what not. All he had on his mind was getting home to you (who always gets home before him) and enjoying some quality time with you.
You and Yuji's favorite thing to do together after a long day was to embrace each other and cuddle, and that's what you both had done. You lie on your back flat against the couch as Yuji holds a remote up to the TV, flicking through shows and movies.
“Is there anything in particular you want to watch, babe?” Yuji wants to pick something both of you would enjoy watching together, but he also just can't decide for himself what he even wants to watch.
“I'm good with anything Ji.” There's that sweet nickname you've given him that he loves so much. He feels butterflies in his stomach every time he hears your voice say his nickname.
Yuji just picks a movie after struggling to find something that catches his attention. When the movie starts playing, he flips around to face you and rests his whole body flat against yours, his head on your chest as he sets the remote next to both of you.
A couple of minutes into the movie, Yuji has started to squirm against you. He’ll lift his head to reposition it back against your chest, or he’ll shift down just to shift back up. He couldn't stop moving. He was uncomfortable, and his level of comfort was starting to negatively affect yours.
“Yuji, baby. I love you, but if you don't stop moving, I'm gonna have to kick you off me.”
“Noo ok” he pouts, “I'll try to stop. it's just…mmh…”
“Just what?” you ask him when his face flushes pink and he doesn't finish his sentence.”
Yuji lifts his head off your chest and turns it so his chin is resting back on it.
He looks up into your eyes with furrowed brows that wrinkle his forehead, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout, he looks like a whining puppy.
But puppies' cheeks don't turn pink like his. He looked embarrassed to say what he was about to say next.
“Your bra is making it hard to get comfy, is all.” he pouts even more, hoping to convince you with his eyes to take it off.
“Yuji….”
“Mmhmplease. Can we take it off?”
“Why do you have to lie on my chest so badly?” Don't think for a second that you didn't want it off. Of course you did. Bras were like an invention from hell, comfort wise. But what was worse about bras wasn't actually wearing them. It was the hassle of having to take them off, especially when you were so tired and already resting comfortably.
“Why don't we find a more comfortable position for you?” you offer to him.
“NoO please… I wanna stay here. Isn't your bra uncomfortable anyway? You always complain about it when taking it off.” He got you there. He paid too much attention to you sometimes, not like you were complaining about it, though.
You've had a long day, though, and have honestly just ignored the uncomfortableness. Too tired to bother taking it off.
“I complain that much?”
With a nod of his head, he responds. “You even let out this cute sigh of relief the moment you take it off.
“I do not.” you argue with him.
“Yes huh.”
This conversation had caused a playful argument between you two. Both of you are too stubborn to let the other one win. When you ran out of things to say, you refused to stay silent and let him win.
With all of the strength you could muster up, you flip your body around, throwing Yuji off of you. He fell to the floor with an ‘oumf’ next to the couch.
Hiding your face in the backrest of the couch. You turn your back to Yuji, who remains lying on the floor.
Yuji gets up and leans his chin on the couch cushion next to your head so you can hear his whispers meant for you.
“Babe…” he whined to you like a child.
“Please?” he begged like a puppy wanting attention.
When you still didn't respond to him and continued to give him the cold shoulder, he became more persistent in getting your attention. He gets quiet behind you, standing up to his feet.
When no other noises come from him, you get worried that you had taken it too far and had accidentally hurt his poor feelings. Turning around with an apologetic look on your face, you're ready to apologise to him.
You twist your neck. Front half still facing the backrest of the couch, but your face is looking behind you to Yuji. Only Yuji wasn't where you had left him anymore.
“Uh! Yuji?!” you call out to him, thinking he had sulked off to go cry to himself to tease you.
Instead of a response from him, you get a noise coming from behind the couch.
Turning around to the back of the couch, you see Yuji peeking over the top of the couch at you, waiting for you to notice him. When you do, with a grin on Yuji's face, he jumps over the couch with control and gently lands back on top of you in his original cuddle position.
“AH! Yuji, come on your heavy!”
“You weren't complaining about that earlier, sweet girl.”
Yuji says playfully, his breath hitting your neck and tickling you as he laughs at your squeamishness. He had pushed his face into your neck, giving it small, sweet kisses. You could feel the way he breathed through his nose into your neck.
You kept squirming till Yuji finally laid off the kisses on your neck. Moving his lips to rest on your cheek, not to kiss, just to be close to your face as he asked his question.
“Can I please lie back down on your boobs?... no bra this time.”
He asked with confidence, thinking his kisses had lifted your spirit. Not that you were ever actually upset with him.
He was wrong. He could see on your face the conflict going on in your head.
It's not like you didn't want your bra off. You did, it's just a lot of work to do.
You'd have to sit up. Pull your arms into your shirt, then pull and twist your bra till the clasp is on your stomach for easy access. Then you'd have to actually unclasp it, throw it off, and put your arms back into your shirt sleeve, and find that comfortable position you were once in, but end up never finding it.
You understand, it's not really all that much work if you actually think about it. But after the long day you've had. Anything sounds like more work to you, and more work isn't what you want to do.
Before you could think any longer and tell Yuji ‘No,’ the answer he's dreading to hear, he speaks up once more.
“I'll take it off for you, sweet girl.” He mumbled into your cheek.
You almost didn't understand what he said, but that's impossible when he's speaking right into your cheek, next to your ear.
He lets out a little giggle as you attempt to side eye him. Struggling to meet his eyes fully, given how close his own eyes were to yours.
You don't say any words to Yuji, you just raise your arms over your head. That action of yours however, is enough to tell Yuji you're allowing him to do what he's been begging for all this time.
Yuji had gotten onto his knees for balance. Each one is placed next to your hips so he doesn't accidentally squish you in the process of taking your shirt off, now kneeling over you.
He placed his hands on your waist, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.
“Thank you, baby.” Yuji leans down to whisper into your cheek again, before gripping your shirt in his hands and pulling it off and over your head.
When he had taken your shirt off, it had tousled your hair a bit, making it messy, but neither of you cared as Yujis' next actions made your breath stop for a moment.
Yuji had tossed your shirt off somewhere across the room and moved his hands back to your body to start doing what he's been wanting to do since he had laid down on your chest.
His hands had moved back to your waist, warm from his body heat, before slowly sliding them up and behind your back to find the clasp of your bra.
You had arched your back a little to allow easy access to your back for Yuji. Pushing your chest up into his as he sweetly looked into your eyes.
So sweet, and so innocent. Yuji wasn't lustfully looking at your chest that was touching his own. He was staring deeply into your eyes, his own eyes heavy and lidded. Either from the long day he's had himself or because of all the love he feels for you.
Yuji's hands had found your bra clasp, and with experience, he had unclasped it like the countless of other times he had.
After your bra was unclasped, he leaned in closer to your face.
You met him halfway. Unarching your back to lean your shoulders up and wrap your arms around his neck for a slow kiss as his hands continued to travel up your back. The warmth from his hands lingered.
His hands traveled up to your shoulders, grasping your bra straps along the way as he released you from the kiss.
Once he had pulled your bra down your arms and off your body, you let out a big sigh of relief, feeling satisfied at the comfort that came with your bra being gone.
“See! You're doing it again. I told you, you do that.”
“Shh, whatever, Yuji.”
Now your chest is exposed. Nipples starting to stiffen from the sudden cold air. But not for long.
Yuji, with a youthful glee, had raised your bra over both of you in the air. “Yes!! Finally, it's off! Yuji Itadori, you've done it again! Another win for Yuji!” He giggled.
His laugh was so contagious that you yourself couldn't hold back your laugh from his silliness.
Yuji had tossed your bra aside as well before leaning his face back down.
With his butt high in the air, Yuji wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you impossibly closer, resting his cheek back onto your breast, blocking the continuous air flow from hitting just one of your nipples.
“See? Doesn't that feel much better, baby?”
“Put your butt down, femboy.” you say flatly in playful annoyance.
He's got you down to a T. Knowing what you're feeling and thinking before even thinking and feeling it.
“Yes ma’am.” He said in urgency, slamming his hips down to rest flat on you, just like before, when you had both started the movie.
Both of your guys' attention had returned to the movie, though it was hard to follow along and understand anything going on now, from both of you not paying attention to it earlier.
“That movie sucked.” He mumbled into your chest as his cheek and face were squished up.
“Yeah, it did.” you agree, closing your eyes as the end credits started to roll.
You're on the verge of falling asleep. After the long day you've had and Yuji's body heat and weight splayed out on top of you, how could you not after the long day you had?
The warm touch of Yuji's hand on your other naked breast had made you jump. Not expecting the touch.
“Yuji…”
“Yea baby?”
“You said you only wanted to rest on them.”
“I am”
Too tired to care for his actions, you let him continue. If anything, it was almost comforting. His warm body on you, his comforting weight grounding you, and his calloused hands not sexually squeezing or fondling, but just slightly holding and, on occasion, rubbing his thumb in circles on you softly. It's almost as if he were comforting himself.
You had fallen asleep to his comforting touch. Yuji could tell with his head pressed to your chest. It was easy to hear the moment your heartbeat settled into a steady pace. Sitting there and listening to it was like heaven to his ears, it was the only thing he could focus on other than your soft skin under his cheek and palm.
It was the loudest thing in the room, your heartbeat that is, not the TV. The TV had long been turned off after the end credits started rolling. The atmosphere was perfect for Yuji himself to fall asleep.
Streaks of sunlight had peeped in through the curtain, waking you up. Yuji's weight was still on top of you. The moment was peaceful.
When the feel of something warm running down the curve of your boob had made you jump slightly, you tried your best not to wake Yuji up after the long day he had had himself yesterday.
You looked down thinking some spider thought it was invited to the cuddle session with you and Yuji, only to not find anything, but your small jump from earlier had caused him to stir a bit and… oh… Yujis is just drooling. Mouth slightly agape and his cheek still smooshed from the curve of your breast.
Guess your boobs really were that good of Pillows.
Damn you, Yuji…
Authors Ending Note: I might come back to this and fix it up a bit, I did read over it but got lazy and just started skimming through (I hate reading my own writing - ok)
Photos found on Pinterest, Divider credits in tags
what you will see in this series: F/M, F/M/M (?) Yuji itadori x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Cowboy AU (no such thing as curses in this AU) Small Age Gap (yuji and megs are 19 while you're 17) Little bit of yearning(?) Romance, Innocent love, Pure feelings/thoughts, Lots of death, Eventual kidnapping (it's not as bad as it sounds) ooc Megumi, ooc Yuji, Slowburn (?) (BAD WRITING, GRAMMAR, AND PUNCTUATION I'm sure of it)
PROLOGUE
The Damned - ch 1 (coming soon)
more to come ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Note: images found on Pinterest, dividers belong to the credited individuals. I know it literally only includes the prologue but I wanted to get the master list done and over with.
This fanfic is inspired by the book True Grit. When I finished it, it was my favorite book of all time to the point it even inspired me to write a fanfic (my first one btw so it's probably shit) . I'm not experienced with writing stories or fanfics, so I hope this fanfic meets the standards of who reads this. This fanfic follows the exact story and plot of True Grit with obviously a few changes and twists of my own. I highly recommend reading the book its actually amazing (idk if im going to make this a yuji x reader x megumi yet PLS let me know your thoughts)
Synopsis → When your father dies at the hands of one he used to think he could trust, you make it your mission to find a man with TRUE GRIT to avenge your father's death. After some difficulty you get help from a U.S marshal with bad rumors surrounding his name, who goes by Yuji Itadori. Will he be of help?
In This Chapter: You say goodbye to your father as he leaves you behind to help your mother with chores around the house…. Only you hadn't known that would be the last time you'd get to feel his arms around you and he didn't know that would be his final goodbye to his wife, two sons and lastly, you. Left with a dead father never to return, and a runaway thieving murderer, what do you do?
TW: Mention of death, Guns, Blood, Drinking, Gambling, Slight Mention of Prostitution, and Murder
WC: 5.2k
Tags: F/M, F/M/M (?) Yuji itadori x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Cowboy AU (no such thing as curses in this AU) Small Age Gap (yuji and megs are 19 while you're 17) Little bit of yearning(?) Romance, Innocent love, Pure feelings/thoughts, Lots of death, Eventual kidnapping (it's not as bad as it sounds) ooc Megumi, ooc Yuji, Slowburn (?) (BAD WRITING, GRAMMAR, AND PUNCTUATION I'm sure of it)
Prologue:
I live on beautiful property with my family. By the bottom of the Arkansas river we live. My mother, my father Frank Ross, and my two younger siblings, who my mama needs my help raising, me and… my father's friend Mahito. I am not very fond of him, he always seems to be wearing that smug face of his that I hope someone wipes off soon. We have yet to know him for long. He came by starving, on a white horse. My father took pity on the fella and took him in. We gave him food, and a warm home to stay in. Again I am no big fan of this guy but he helps out with the cattle and harvesting crops meaning that there is less I have to help out with so I do not complain very much about his presence.
In November when about the last of our crops and milk from the cows had been sold, Papa had great amounts of money. What he decided to do with it was go to Fort Smith and buy some ponies from a man named Gojo Satoru. “They will be good hunting ponies.” They have spirit. With their tiny stature they'd be perfect for hunting Papa had said.
He was going to Fort Smith on horseback with his horse who he called Sugar. He insisted that Mahito stay behind to help me and Mama around the farm, but Mahito was not having it. He had made a scene, he fussed and acted stupider than my baby brothers when they don't get an extra piece of candy.
“Ahh come on now Frank, let me tag along. I can be of great help to you, and besides, your sassy little daughter can try running things on her own for once. She seems desperate to anyway."
“I do not wish to stress out my daughter, she does not need any wrinkles on her face just yet. I ask that you please stay behind to help around even a little, it would help greatly.”
With a roll of his eyes and dramatic act of swinging his arms up and back down by his side Mahito whined again. “Shes getting to that age though. Come on, the big 17.” Mahito rests his hands on his hips. “It wouldn't hurt her to learn a few responsibilities” Her father still wasn't convinced yet. Mahito could see it on his face and spoke up once again. “Itd be only be for a little over a week. Surly wrinkles don't appear that quick.” Mahito finished saying, standing his ground and continuing to push his wishes.
“You’d be suprised.” Her father had tilted his head down. His face was obstructed by his big cowboy hat, looking like he was in contemplation. All the while he leaned his elbow up on Sugar's hip, heaving a big sigh. “Grab a horse…. And hurry packing your sack” He had turned around and started to tighten the saddle around Sugar's torso, securing it tightly.
Papa had let out a big chuckle as he turned back around just to see Mahito almost trip and fall on his face. I let out a tiny chuckle too, I couldn't help myself. I watched Mahito disappear into the barn to fetch another one of my Papa's horses. When suddenly my face is smothered into a big warm chest. I swing my hands trying to hit anywhere I can to be let go.
You're released from your fathers arms before he gives your forehead a big, fat goodbye kiss before moving on to do the same to your brothers and Mama as you wipe his kiss off your forehead. Turning back around to face you. “I'm not gonna leave you all by yourself princess, like usual I've asked Geto to stop by sometimes. I knew Mahito would be asking to come along.”
Geto Suguru was what you could call another one of my fathers friends. They chat, shoot guns for fun, hunt together, go out drinking together at the nearest saloon sometimes as buddies. Papa had talked to him one day to hire him to help out with the heavy labour, stuff that me and Mama could not do ourselves on days like this where he would be gone for a while. Geto was always happy to help, that's how the two became friends. It was very convenient too that Geto doesn't live very far from us.
I'm much more grateful for him than I am Mahito. If I could make them switch places I would but Geto has a family of his own. No wife with a ring on her finger, but two daughters he holds dearly, and that he cares for.
They do not own things like cattle and are much older than me meaning they can handle a few days away from their father though. That is why Geto comes here to help me and Mama out.
Mahito came by on one of Papa's horses. The sound of the horses hooves hitting the dirt pulled you and your fathers attention away from each other. Cupping his hands around his mouth, Mahito hollers. “Come one, you're wasting daylight and my time with the pretty girls over in Fort Smith.” ending his sentence with a chuckle and waiting for your father to hop on his own horse and ride away.
With one last kiss and hug goodbye, your father does exactly that riding away on sugar with his hat on his head and a big iron on his hip. You stay and watch your father's fleeting silhouette till you can no longer see him.
We had left home in early afternoon that day, leaving half a day for us to ride before the bright moon high in the night sky told us it's best to stop for some sleep and continue on in the early morning. Sitting down on a rock by our fire we had made, to warm ourselves up some food for a late dinner. I looked to Mahito to ask “So, do ya plan on finally findin’ a wife, up in Fort Smith?” I ask Mahito, trying to start a conversation with a friend of mine.
I know I haven't known him for long but he sure is one funny son of a bitch. “What do ya mean?” Mahito looks at me with a confused look. “You know what you said to me before we left.” I joked with him. “Ohhh” Mahito makes a face of realization before it twists into something sinister. “Yeah I remember!” He chuckles. “But I was just talking about having some fun with the ladies up in Fort Smith, for Mahito has got himself a wife already. And has her wrapped around his finger.” He giggles some more before taking another big bite of his food, and stuffing his mouth.
“Well you have now, have you? Well tell me about this lady of yours because this is news to me. When did this happen? Where did you meet her?”
“Well I reckon you know her very well.”
“Do I now? I don't know many women. Describe her for me, maybe I do." I say with a big grin on my face. Mahito takes in a big breath before continuing on to describe his lady “Well she has that same old hair color of yours. Same eye color too.”
“Haha, if Id had not known any better I would say you would be describing me.” I jab at Mahito and slap my knee as I laugh.
“Uhhg.” Mahito lets out a small sound of disgust before his smile reappears on his face, snickering again “Yeah, it's a pretty darn close resemblance I'd say.” He smirks to your father “For you know, she has your smile, your temper, your spirit you could say. The only difference between you two is that her body is unimaginable.” Mahito whistles, before laughing like a pack of coyotes. “I don't see why she wouldn't act like you though, I mean you did raise her after all” Mahito lets out more laughter with his mouth full of his last bite. He laughs hard enough, you can see tears build up at the corners of his eyes.
With a look of disgust I ask him another question. “What's her name Mahito?” As he continues to laugh he finally stutters out. “Now well who else could I be talking about other than your stubborn daughter.” Mahito starts to laugh and I fume up with anger. He is not as funny now in my eyes as I used to think of him before. “Look here, you gross fucker.” I say to him with a stern voice as I point an accusing finger at him. “Now it's one thing to joke about another man's lady, but you do not talk about his daughter to him, the way you had to me, with mine!”
Mahito's laughter does not settle down, making my blood boil more. I lunge at him, grabbing him by his collar and punching him square in the nose. The force of the punch made his hat fall off his head and blood gushed out of his nose instantly, spilling onto my knuckles, only then did his laughter stop, replaced by his groans of pain.
His hand flew up to his face as quickly as I had let go of his collar, he held his nose as I watched the blood travel down his forearm. He peered up at me through his eyebrows not saying a word. “You better watch your tongue around me. When we get back home you're packing your things and finding somewhere else to live” I say before stepping away from him and the fire, to my horse. Taking my bedroll of wool, quilts, and animal skin out and setting it out on the ground before getting in the blankets and taking my hat off for some needed rest leaving the responsibility of putting out the fire to Mahito.
I could feel his glare burning holes through me as I heard him use his boot to shuffle dirt into the fire to put it out before he too got into his bedroll. It had taken me a while to cool down to sleep, but I had managed eventually.
Waking up to the beams of the sun's light, I don't waste another minute getting up out of my bedroll, rolling it up and placing it back on my horse before kicking Mahito awake. No words were exchanged. No words needed to be exchanged. I was still mad, and he knew that.
When he finally hopped on his horse, we were off. Back on the trail to Fort Smith, where we have a whole 3 days of horse riding ahead of us before getting there.
After a few more stops at night for rest, It's now late into the afternoon when we arrive. “No funny business Mahito…” I peer behind me over my shoulder to him before speaking again. “I want you to find us a place to stay here, tell the person you're talking to that we plan to stay for only a night”
“Mkay….why?” With a subtle eyeroll of annoyance I speak up “Because we will be taking ponies back home with us with no riders and I want to make it back home with them in as few trips as possible. We’ll leave before even the first break of daylight tomorrow.” Mahito doesn't respond to me and I leave it at that. I head over to the shop and stables where the ponies and their dealer Gojo Satoru are, splitting away from Mahito without a care. The only thing on my mind is my ponies and business.
Luckily enough for your father Gojo was still awake… sort of. Walking through the sale stables door he sees gojo sitting at his desk with his cheek laying against it drooling.
The ringing of the doors’ bell wakes gojo from his slumber. He jumps and looks to see Frank. Whipping the drool from his face before speaking. “AHH good to finally see you Mr Ross tell me what is there I can sell to you today.” Gojo speaks leaning back in his chair crossing his leg over the other and interlocking his fingers together before resting them behind his head, putting all his attention on Mr Ross
Your father sits down in the chair in front of Gojo's desk to discuss the horses. “Gojo. What are you still doing keeping the shop open this late? normally you close the door early when the cold seasons come around.” Your father laughs at Gojos antics.
“I knew you'd be coming by the moment word got around about the ponies in my care… and through rumors.” Gojo looks off to the side, whispering the last part. "They're pretty popular this year, so I've tried to save you a few, how many are you wanting?”
“Well now I've got a better question. How much are you selling them for?”
“Depends.” gojo removes his hands from behind his head resting them on his desk and leaning into them, more towards your father. “Im flexible and can negotiate the price of them for a friend. So how many are you looking for.”
“Let's go for 2-3.” your father nods his head in Gojos direction “mmh…” moving his hand to his chin in a thinking manner, Gojo speaks again. “Mr Ross these are highly trained hunting horses, just what you're looking for am I correct?”
“Yup thats it.” your father nods his head again “well I could sell them to you for $1,350 for 3” Your father stands from the chair he was sitting in "I'll take my happy ass out that door and find somewhere else to buy me some good hunting ponies Gojo, it was good catching up with you” he turns around and begins making his way over to the shops door.
“But for a friend” Gojos speaks up again catching your fathers attention “I can drop the price of each pony from $450 to $400 and sell all 3 of them to you for a total of $1200” your father stands and thinks for a second with his back still facing Gojo.
Turning around after coming to a decision he speaks up once more. “You're selling each of those hunting ponies for $400 now are you” “yes sir indeed I am” Gojo nods “I'll take 2 for 700” your father begins to pull out a check to give to Gojo “NOW HOLD ON!” Gojo raises his voice to your father “If each pony is going for $400, 2 of them would be $800” Gojo points a finger at your father accusingly.
“yes Gojo, but you said you'd negotiate the price of them… for a friend” He gives a cunning smirk to Gojo “I had already! Dropped the price down $150! Look, business is still business” Frank begins to put his check back into his pocket “Then I guess I'll take my business somewhere else, good day.” In a panic Gojo jumps from his chair running his fingers through his hair “OK! OK!..... Ok. I'll sell 2 of them to you for $750 " your father waves his hand to him "good day Gojo!” “ILL THROW IN A FREE PAIR OF RIDING GLOVES!”
“For $50? Fuck it, Ill go find me some cheaper, and some cheaper horses too.” Harshly moving his hands to his side, Gojo has his hands in fists and his shoulders up to his ears in a tense posture “alright. Tough nut to crack…. I'll throw in a few fox traps and some candy. How's that?”
“Heh… what candy you got?” Your father makes his way back to his chair sitting back down in it. Gojo does the same, sitting back in his chair he pulls keys out of his pocket before unlucking a drawer on the right hand side of his desk before digging around in it.
“You… lock up your drawer of candy.” Gojo replied with an unamused flat “yes.” before handing your father a bag of horehound drops “Does that leave you a satisfied customer?” Gojo pouts “.... This is not my daughter nor even my son's favorite candy. Give me something else, what else you got.” Your father places the bag of candy back down on Gojo's desk before leaning back in his chair with crossed arms.
“We're picky over candy now too?” Gojo whines immaturely. “When you're charging me over $50 of the original price I wanted, yes.” Gojo grabs the bag of horehounds before tossing it back in his candy drawer and taking out another bag of taffys “Are you, your kids and whole bloodline... satisfied with these?” you can hear the frustration in Gojo's voice.
“Yes. pleasure doing business with ya Gojo.” Both men stand up from their chairs and give each other a firm hand shake. “Pleasure doing business!” Gojo giggles like a little boy. His mood had done a complete 180 and was eagerly and aggressively shaking your fathers hand. It's almost painful, he's forgotten how childish Gojo can be at times.
Your father takes his pen and checks out again, writing a check to Gojo for $750. Clicking his pen shut, your father lifts the check to Gojo for him to take. Gojo grabs onto it and tries to take it but your father has a strong grip on it. “You and I both know you over charge for them horses.” “Heh shhh, only you'd know that. Now give me that check!” Your father releases the check, almost sending Gojo flying back. He sticks the check into his own pocket before following your father back to the shops door.
“Have a good night Frank, you can pick your horses up in the morning like usual.” Gojo turns the lights off, closes the door and locks it before making his way back home.
After discussing and negotiating prices for the horses, I left them at the stables to find the place Mahito had paid for us to stay in overnight. Wandering about looking for that familiar horse of mine that he rode took some time but I eventually found my horse tied to the fence posting of a saloon everyone calls The Monarch Boardinghouse. I got off my own horse I rode here before tying her up to the fence posting as well right next to the horse Mahito had ridden here before walking in the boardinghouse for a nice long awaited dinner.
I walk through the swinging doors standing there for a moment letting my eyes gaze over the crowd of men who I know are most likely there waiting. Waiting for the moon to come out and for the ladies of the line to walk through the very doors I just had. They be hoping they'd get lucky with someone tonight like Nancy Soundrule, or maybe even the loud blonde everyone calls Screaming Scarlet. These low leveled men find a real woman, I think to myself before my eyes land on that familiar head of bright blue. Such an unnatural hair color that is, but he claims he was just born with it and there is nothing for him to do about it. Guess it's becoming a common thing among people.
I join Mahito at his table to have my fill of dinner. After that we both head to our room he paid for, for a long deserved nap.
I take my heavy coat off, along with my boots before removing my gun and setting it down on the bed side table, finally taking my belt off and getting to relax in a real bed instead of a pile of quilts and animal skin. The soft feeling of the bed underneath me, makes me fall asleep almost instantly.
Mahito does the same, removing his belt and gun and hoping into bed for an actual good night's rest. They both sleep for a good amount, the sun long gone and past the horizon with a full moon that replaced it, shining bright over the town.
Mahito is then woken up by loud hoots and hollers of the men downstairs still in the saloon. They're clapping, shouting, whistling, and have loud music playing. The ladies of the line have arrived. With tired eyes that have just woken up, he looks over to the man that took him in after feeling pity, who happened to still be asleep. The clapping and whistling doesn't stop. Why should Mahito have to stay in a stingy room with a middle aged man in his late 50’s? He wants to be downstairs having fun with the ladies, like the young men his age are doing right now just below him. Tomorrow morning he’ll be heading back home. Might as well have all the fun you can tonight before you have to leave. He came here anyway for the ladies, not your fathers pony business.
Getting up quietly, and timing his moves with the other man's snores to not wake him up, although it was pointless with the loud men and music coming from downstairs. He puts his boots on, looping his belt back through the belt loops of his pants and lastly throwing his gun on the belt and his hat on his head, heading out the door and downstairs to the soiled doves and drunken men.
When Mahito walks to the bottom of the stairs he's met with the sight of a line of women dancing kicking their feet and tossing their skirts about, the front row seat to the undergarments a beautiful sight to him and the crowd of men. Mahito makes his way over to the bar where other men sit. “What can I getcha?” the bartender asks Mahito with a heavy western accent and a big burly mustache. “Just some whiskey.” The bartender walks away with a small nod. Mahito finds himself turning around in his barstool to look at the crowd once more. Not only are these pretty women dancing, but they're also serving drinks, playing instruments, and sitting on the laps of these lonely young men who are gambling. Not just any regular game though, it was a game of Faro.
Mahito's attention moves back to the bar when his drink is placed in front of him. He pulls out a couple bucks and slaps them on the table before taking a hold of his whiskey and moving himself over to the group of drunken, gambling men.
He stands there next to the crowd observing the end of the game. An angered man stands up so quickly his chair almost falls back, he swings his hand up in the air and starts to shout. “This is unfair! You're favoriting that man right there!” The cowboy points an accusing finger at a smug looking man with a monocle. His cheeks flushed red and eyes obviously heavy, this guy was drunk, what man at this table wasn't actually?
“This is a fair game. If you don't enjoy it, you don't have to stay and keep playing, now go on! get that pettiness out of here. It's not wanted.” The banker of the game dismisses the angry man, who then storms off out the swinging saloon doors and into the night on his horse.
“Care to play?” A man chuckles. Mahito looks at the speaking man, the drunken one from earlier who won last round. He has a pretty blonde soiled dove perched up and sitting pretty on his lap as she flutters her lashes to Mahito. “Theres room for another.” The man persuades him.
Sitting down with his whiskey, mahito sits in the chair and takes a sip.
The banker lays down 13 cards 6 on top 6 on bottom and one off to the right, all face up. The cards are laid out in order from king to ace to make a ‘gameboard’
Card set up:
(king, queen, Jack, 10, 9, 8, 7)
(6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
Chips are passed out to the fellow men at the table who are playing. The smug man that invited him gets green chips, another gets white. blue and black are handed out to the other men before mahito is given the red chips. Every player is also given 1 penny.
The banker starts the game off by taking the top card on the deck showing it to everyone. The card is a 5. Now the men start to make their bets on what the winning card will be just based on the first drawn card. Green puts his chip on the queen, black puts his on 8, blue on 7, white on 5, and mahito, red places his bet on 9.
The banker then draws the next 2 cards on top of the deck and sets them side by side. The first one drawn is the losing card and placed to the left of the winning card which was the second one pulled from the deck. The losing card is a 9 while the winning one is a Queen. Fuck hes already losing.
mahito loses his chip before he bets in more money than he had in the last round. Although the men are allowed to change their bets after every winning and losing card that is pulled they stay where they are, while mahito changes his bet from 9 to ace. The banker pulls the next 2 cards. Losing card being 3 and winning card being an ace. “WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I'M MAKING ME SOME MONEY!” Mahito shouts, already drunk and taking the last sip from his whiskey.
As the banker waits for everyone to change their bets a pretty, soiled dove with fiery red curls and plum purple dress comes by with another pint of whiskey for Mahito.
With no words spoken and only giggles and eyes used to communicate, the lady sits herself on Mahito as he spreads his legs and welcomes her. Wrapping his right arm around her waste before changing his own bet.
Round after round is just money after money that Mahito makes. Within that time he gets another lady, with long, black, straight hair. On his left leg she sits, in a deep blue dress. It's been a few hours and he's probably on his 4th pint of whiskey, boy does he have to pee, but he wouldn't want to disturb the pretty ladies on his lap now would he?
Next round Mahito places his bet on a 4 with a chip and places his penny on top of the chip signifying that he isn't betting on the winning card but is betting on the losing card. Every other man also places their bets on different numbers. The banker draws another 2 cards like every round the losing card, that Mahito had betted on, was a 4 winning him 5x the amount of money he started the game with, he was basically rich with not only money but now the popularity of the prostitute ladies in the saloon.
With Mahito on his 6th pint of whiskey, his own eyes have gotten heavy. Looking at the clock in the saloon above the bar showed it was 4 in the morning. He did not plan on staying up that late, your father would be mad if he found out. Who gives a damn? Not mahito, that's for sure, that man was not his father, but yours. mahitos a grown man he should not have to take orders from another.
With it getting late though he still wanted some sleep himself, but with all that whiskey he drank by now, was not helping his thinking skills. One more round before he would decide to call it a night . The next thing he knew he was betting half the money he had won from this game…. And losing it all. He shouts standing up from his seat like the last guy that was in his place, causing both the women that were sitting on his lap to fall to the floor, upsetting them.
“NO!” The bar had gone quiet, no music, no laughter. That is what had woken me up, the sudden silence. All that can be heard now is a shouting man. “I bet you some drunken fool lost while gambling.” I laugh tiredly. Sighing after not receiving a response from Mahito, I look to my side only to see his bed empty. I jumped up from my own bed knowing now who it was downstairs shouting.
I put nothing but my boots on leaving everything else behind. Running my way downstairs, I'm met with the sight of Mahito beating up a man with a monocle. Running over to the fight to stop it, I grab Mahito by his forearm that was connected to his hammering fist, stopping it before Mahito hit the man's face again. I pulled him off the man. The man sits up with a bloody and bruised face and his monocle broken before running out the swinging saloon doors. “MAHITO WHAT IS YOUR DAMN PROBLEM!”
“IVE BEEN CHEATED BY THAT MAN THERE!” Mahito points an accusing finger to the man who had just left. He rips his arm out of my hand before reaching for his gun that's strapped to his hip and following the man out the doors. I chase after him, grabbing him by his shoulders and whipping him around to look at me “what do you think you're doing with that!” Mahito shoved me off him, making me fall back a few steps. “Im following after that man to take back what's been stolen from me!”
“If you feel as though you've been cheated then you take that up with the law, don't solve it with your gun!”
Mahito did not like what was said, for he had raised his gun to my father and pulled the trigger, sending the bullet straight to my fathers chest and killing him instantly. My father was not armed at the time, for he had left it behind sitting on the bed side table. This story had been told to me by the high sheriff of sebastian county named Yuta Okkotsu.
Now nobody in the saloon had rushed out to help. They instead scattered like poultry, leaving Mahito to rob the body of my dead father. Pulling out $150 in cash from my fathers still warm corpse, and then the 2 californian gold pieces that was a marriage gift, gifted to him by my grandfather. He then took off on my father's horse sugar and rode into the night with no one chasing after him.
People do not give it credence that a 17 year old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her fathers blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen everyday. I was just 17 years of age when a coward by the name of Mahito shot my father down in Fort Smith, Arkansas and robbed him of his life, his horse, $150 in cash, and his 2 Californian gold pieces. But mahito will not get away. I will find help from a man with True Grit and take you down myself with my father's very own gun.
Ending Authors Note: FIRST CHAPTER FINALLY OUT! pls give me your thoughts on if this should be a yuji x reader x megumi
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