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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years

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A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

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Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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New World CH. Three

Title: The Barn

Words: 1,887

Warnings: Strong language, canon-typical violence, SOFT Daryl

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[Y/n]

Once Sam and Rick got back from talking to Hershel, you started talking about where to look for supplies.

“Where have you looked so far?” You asked.

“All over this area here. Maggie says the town has basically been picked clean but there are other houses and farms we can search too,” Rick said.

“Are you going with us?” Andrea asked.

“I’d like to.”

“Rick,” Hershel said, approaching you.

“Hershel. We just have our guns out because we’re planning on going on a run,” Rick said.

“Before you do that, I could use your help with something. Sam too. Shouldn’t take more than an hour, maybe two.”

“Count me in,” Andrea said.

“Just Sam and Rick. But thank you.”

“I’ll be down at the barn, keeping watch until you’re ready,” Andrea said.

“I’ll keep looking at the map. See if there’s anywhere else we can look,” you said to Rick.

“Don’t go wandering off,” Sam said to you.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” You bent over the map again after kissing Sam’s cheek.

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Sam

Sam and Rick followed Hershel and Jimmy through the woods and to a little bog. Two walkers were stuck in the water and Sam frowned as he walked up.

“That’s Lou Bush,” Hershel said.

“You knew him?”

“Lou as in Louise. She has a farm just up the road and grew sweet corn mostly. Worked at the bar in town on the weekends. The man I don’t know, but I recognize the coveralls he’s wearing. I’ve been to where he worked.” Hershel looked at Rick and Sam. “How many have you killed?”

“Too many to count,” Rick said.

“Me too,” Sam said when Hershel looked at him.

“Could you stop?”

Rick and Sam shared a look, Rick making eye contact with Hershel after. It was clear that both the men were hesitant in saying something and Hershel knew it.

“There are people out there who haven’t been in their right minds. I think that they can be restored.”

“You’re not talking about the walkers, are you?” Rick asked. Jimmy handed Hershel a snare pole, getting it ready.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t think the same or if you even see them as human beings anymore. But if you and your people are going to stay here, that’s how you’re gonna have to treat them. My farm, my barn, my say.”

Hershel handed Rick the pole and after glancing at Sam, Rick took it.

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[Y/n]

It had been a few hours and the two of them still hadn’t gotten back from the errand with Hershel. You were getting a little worried and was pacing around the porch. Adeline and Sophia were sitting with Carl and Beth, Beth playing a game of chess against Patricia. Andrea, Dean, and T-Dog were walking up from the barn. Looking up when you heard them, your brow furrowed.

“What’s going on?” T-Dog asked. “Where is everyone?”

“You haven’t seen Sam or Rick?” You said, worry in your voice.

“They’re still somewhere with Hershel. We were supposed to leave hours ago,” Andrea said.

“Yeah ya were. What the hell?” Daryl said, coming up to the house, Carol in tow.

“He said they’d be back soon, two hours at most. It’s been almost four.” You were chewing on your lip and Carol rubbed your back soothingly.

“Fuck!” Daryl said. He was upset and when he looked out towards the field, he spotted Shane. “Oh here we go.”

You looked up too and saw that Shane had the gun bag in his hands.

“What’s all this?” Daryl asked.

“You with me, man?” Shane said. Daryl nodded and took the rifle Shane handed him.

“Time to grow up.”

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“I thought we couldn’t carry?” T-Dog said.

“We can and we will. It was one thing sitting around, picking flowers when we thought this place was safe. But it’s not.” Shane looked at Glenn. “How ‘bout you? You gonna protect yours?”

Glenn took the gun with a nod and Shane turned to Maggie.

“Can you shoot?”

“Can you stop? You do this, my dad will make you leave tonight.”

“We have to stay, Shane,” Carl said. Lori came bounding around the corner of the porch and you made eye contact with her. You shrugged your shoulders, just as confused as she was.

“We ain’t goin’ anywhere. Now, Hershel, he’s just gotta understand. He- He’s gonna have to.” Shane knelt down in front of Carl and held out a gun. “I want you to take this. You take it and keep your mother and the girls safe. Do whatever it takes.”

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Lori seethed, grabbing the pistol and getting in between Carl and Shane. “You can’t just give a gun to a twelve year old! And Rick said no guns. This is not your call! This is not your decision to make.”

You were looking between Lori and Shane before T-Dog said something.

“Oh shit.”

Looking where he was, you saw your brother, Rick, Hershel, and Jimmy leading two walkers towards the barn. Shane took off running, you and everyone else close behind.

“Shane!” You yelled. You were hot on his heels, trying to catch him before he did anything stupid.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shane yelled as he crashed through the gate.

“Shane, back off!”

“Why do they have guns?” Hershel asked Rick.

“You’re kidding me! You see what they’re holding onto?” Shane was in an angered frenzy.

“I see who I’m holding onto.”

“No, man, you don’t.”

“Shane, just let us do this then we can talk,” Sam said, raising his hands.

“What is there to talk about, man? These things aren’t sick and they’re not people. They’re dead! Ain’t gotta feel nothing for ‘em ‘cause all they do is fucking kill!” Shane was basically frothing at the mouth and you put your hand on the gun in your waistband. Looking behind you, you saw Lori had a hold of both Adeline and Carl.

“They killed Amy! They killed Otis! And they gonna kill all of us.”

“Calm down, Shane!” You said. One of the walkers got a little close to you and you pulled out your gun, pointing it at the walker.

“Hershel, lemme ask you something. Could a living, breathing person survive something like this?” Shane cocked his gun and proceeded to shoot one of the walkers in the chest.

“Shane, stop!” Rick yelled.

“That’s three rounds to the chest. Could someone who’s alive take that? How is it still fucking standing?” He shot again, and again, before shooting it in the head.

“Enough risking our lives for a ‘safe place to live’! Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to fucking kill us! Enough!” Shane walked closer to the barn and turned to Rick. “Rick, it ain’t like it was before! If y’all want to live, to survive, you have to fight for it! Right here, right now!”

Shane ran to the barn and cut the chain holding it shut. Rick was begging Hershel to take the snare-pole, but he was still on his knees on the ground. He seemed to be in shock. Everyone was yelling at Shane to stop, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. When Shane threw away the last thing holding the walkers back, you readied your gun, standing next to Daryl and Dean.

When they started walking out, you started shooting them down. Even though you knew this was the wrong way to go about it, you wouldn’t let anything hurt your family. Behind you, you could hear Maggie and Beth sobbing. You felt bad for killing their family a second time, but if you had to do it to make sure your daughter stayed alive you would do it again in a heartbeat.

After the final shot rang through the air, you heard Beth let out a sob as you approached Lori to grab a crying Adeline from her.

Beth had managed to get out of Jimmy’s arms and had ran to her mother. You heard voices tell her not to go near them, but she ignored them all. Crying, Beth turned her mother over and knelt by her head. She wasn’t dead yet and Beth screamed, trying to get away. The walker had her by the hair and everyone went to save her. Andrea stabbed it in the head and Beth was safe in her father’s arms.

“I can’t believe Shane did that,” you muttered to Dean while you calmed down Ada. “It could’ve been handled differently.”

“You’re right. But what’s done is done. You should get some rest.”

“Can’t. Need to make sure Adeline’s okay.” You looked at your big brother. “I’m worried about the kids growing up in this new world. Ada already would’ve grown up with carnage around her, but Carl, Sophia, and Beth shouldn’t have. This isn’t a good world for children to grow up in.

“It’s not. But what can we do?”

“They need to be able to act like a normal kids. Their childhoods are being stripped away and I feel helpless in knowing there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Shaking your head, you walked off towards the house as your brother watched you go, worry in his eyes.

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Later that day, you had a small funeral for Annette and Shawn. You had helped dig the graves and when it was time, you had the service.

At the funeral, you stood in by your brothers, hand held tightly by Sam. Adeline was in your arms, head tucked into the crook of your neck. When it was over, everyone went their separate ways. Adeline stayed with Carol and Sophia, and you found yourself walking to Daryl. He had started setting up his camp away from everyone else and you couldn’t say you blamed him. Things were getting hectic and you found peace in the quiet away from everyone. You sat down next to him and the silence was broken after a few minutes.

“Thank you,” you said softly. Daryl looked at you.

“For what?”

“Bringing me back to my family. I really appreciate it.” The atmosphere was slightly awkward, but you looked at him nonetheless.

“It was nothin’.”

“But it was something. I’m practically just a stranger to you but you helped me out anyways. So, thank you.” Hesitating slightly, you kissed his cheek and stood up. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

As you started walking away, he grabbed your wrist. Stopping abruptly, you looked back at him. Daryl stood up and cupped your cheek. Eyes fluttering shut, you basked in the softness of his touch. He got closer to you and he kissed your cheek softly.

“The same ta ya.” With that, Daryl walked away and you knew the conversation was over. Smiling to yourself, you walked back to the house and about half way there, you saw Lori running towards you.

“Daryl over there?” She asked you.

“Yes, why?”

“Beth collapsed from shock and Hershel’s missing. Rick took Dean and Glenn to go get him but they’re not back yet.”

“Beth in the house?”

��Yes.”

“I’ll go see what I can do to help.”

“Thank you, hun. Now I gotta see if Daryl will go out to find them.”

“Alright. Good luck.”

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artnerd1123 · 4 years

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A Familiar World

Letters To Nettles (Part 2) ——————————————

Recent events leave Journal unsure of himself, so he decides to get a second opinion. Nettles is all too happy to oblige.

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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I really enjoy writing these little interludes. They’re meant to be casual, so it’s more like writing dialogue for fun than anything super serious. Plus, I get to play around with these two- especially nettles! Always a good day when she shows up.

hope y’all enjoy~

Nettles, I have an unexpected update on my roommate situation. I say unexpected for reasons that will be obvious in a moment, but I hope you’ve been doing well since I last wrote. Is the forest alright? How about town? And how’ve you been? I miss our magic lessons. But, anyways, all this is beside the point. Let me tell you what I’m actually writing you for. Something weird happened earlier today. I’d been running low on coffee for awhile now, and I haven’t had the chance to go out shopping. As you know, I’ve been very busy trying to recreate the spellbooks that were taken from me at home. It’s been going alright. But it hasn’t exactly left me ample time for going out and exploring a new town. Anyways, I was down to maybe one more cup of coffee, and I was trying to save it for this morning. Then the strangest thing happened. Apparently my roommate and his cat went out before I got up. They ran some errands. That’s not unusual, but what is is the fact that they bought me more coffee. It was the right brand, type... everything. And they got me a whole new bag of the stuff without any prompting. I’m honestly not sure what to make of it. I thought my roommate was trying too hard to warm up to me, but he’s been giving me space and only gentle nudges here and there? And now this? Maybe he isn’t so bad? What do I do??? I need your advice again.

Signed, Journal Drapht

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Journal, Hey there, its nice to hear from you again. The forest is doing fine. It’s a little dry out right now, but it’s nothing a rain shower won’t fix. Town’s a little antsy about the lack of rain, too, but otherwise they’re fine. And I’ve been alright, thanks. Plodding along as per usual. Might swing by and give you another lesson- they’re fun, and I’m kinda bored out here. I miss you, knucklehead. As for the rest of that, it’s certainly a step up. Seeing as the dude’s been letting you take things at your own pace, I’d say it’s a good sign. He and his familiar took note of something important to you. They invested in it, and made sure to get it right. Seems like they’re trying to make you feel more at home, and let you know they’re open if you wanna hang out or whatever. I’d try and take a bit of initiative there. I told you he seemed nice before, and I also said you should give him a chance. The ships are in your harbor now. You oughta try sailing one. Be careful, mind you, but give it a try. What’s the worst that could happen?

Sincerely, Nettles

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Nettles, I’m glad everything’s been ok, aside from lack of rain. Summer’s really bad about casual showers though. Hopefully it won’t end up storming on you guys. You’re really sure I should try and get out of my shell? I don’t know these people, and it’s not like they offered to protect me for life or anything. They just gave me some new coffee. Granted, it was new coffee that I needed, and their attention to detail was really touching, but I’m just not sure I’m ready for that sort of thing. Can’t I just stay in my room and work? That’s been going well so far. And I’ll see them at mealtimes, when I remember them. That’s enough, right?

Signed, Journal Drapht

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Journal, Kid, if living in your room earned gold, you’d be richer than dragon. You really gotta get out more. Believe me. For Revaew’s sake, you’ve got a whole apartment you’ve barely lived in. That’s your house, mate. You gotta get used to your roomies sometime. I’d say with their latest gesture that it’s more than enough reason to start. After all, coffee is practically your lifeblood. They handed more to you on a silver platter. Sure, it’s not a life protection promise, but they helped keep your head intact from migraines, eh? But for real. I understand your concern. However, you can’t let it trap you. You’re not gonna get anywhere if you just stay in your comfort zone and never try reaching out. You and I both know that. Again, you’ve said it’s only been smaller gestures and giving you space beforehand. Which is a really good sign. It really looks like the guy and his familiar are trying to respect your boundaries. You just gotta let em know you’re ready to reach out. You’ll be alright, Journ. And again, if this fellow turns out to be an asshole, just write me another letter. I’ll take care of em. Could teach you a lesson while I’m at it.

Sincerely, Nettles

P.S. If it storms now, I’m legally obligated to send the clouds your way when they’re finished here. Don’t jinx it.

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Nettles, Y’know, I should’ve expected the ‘coffee is your lifeblood’ jab from the beginning. Alas, I did not, and I’m here now snickering at it. You’re right, of course. You usually are. Maybe I’ll try and reach out a bit. I’m not about to jump right in, mind you. But I could probably do some of my reading in the living room. That’s a good enough start. It’ll give me an opportunity to watch my roommate a bit, in any case. And I’m pretty sure his cat likes to hang around in there too. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. I’ll have to update you on what happens. Hopefully hanging around Aiden (roommate) and Roo (cat) won’t be… too bad. Thanks again for the advice.

Signed, Journal Drapht

P.S. Nettles, the only thing I’ve consistently jinxed is myself. Don’t worry too much.

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Journal, It’s never a problem. Thanks for the update. I’m always happy to hear from you. Give the Roo a pat for me, will ya? And make sure to thank Aiden for the coffee! Also, maybe put down the book if you’re fucking a jinx up. Those are high energy spells, y’know? Don’t wanna go using up all your energy in one go. That’s never fun.

Love, Nettles

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Nettles, I’m rolling my eyes, but you can’t see it. You’re such a mom. No guarantees on pats, but I’ve already said thank you. And thanks for the heads up on keeping tabs on my magic- will do. I’ll write you again soon. Hope you have a good rest of your day.

Love, Journal Drapht

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deniigi · 5 years

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Hey idk how many asks ur getting but I hope ur not being bombarded or anything. If u could, would u write a scene where jack loses little!matt cuz oops Matt just ran off during errands. He runs into various NYC heroes/vigilantes and in the end Matt has them all trailing him as they try to find jack together. Meanwhile jack panics and anxiety.

This got long and definitely wasn’t quite what you were thinking of, but I think it’s still pretty okay.

I’m putting the 2nd half under the cut since it’s so long (sorry mobile folks)

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There was a huge fanfare in the streets; some guy with money was apparently strolling through the Kitchen and folks had come out to stare back at him when he started eyeing up their buildings, as was their way. Santiago’s was helping this by leaving a couple of folding tables outside the restaurant doors with ‘Make Peace Not Weapons’ fliers on it next to a couple of flats of eggs.

What was to be done with said eggs was not stated. People around here just knew.

None of that had ever been Jack’s bag, honestly. He was busy. Politics had always been background noise to his daily scrounging and scraping and really, this crowd was going to be the death of him.

He caught Rudy and the others crowded around the doorway of the gym and scream-asked over the noise of the crowd gathering around the edges of the streets if they’d seen Matt.

No, they hadn’t. He wasn’t out playing with Rudy’s kids; they were at their grandmother’s.

Rudy told him to try the church’s playground. A lot of the local kids had climbed up on the fence over there to watch the protest.

Aigh.

Matty knew better than to go that far without asking, but Jack went anyways.

Normally, he’d be panicking, but these were the streets that Matt grew up in; that he himself had grown up in. Th folks lining the pavement here knew him and his kid. They’d keep an eye out and make sure Matt didn’t get kidnapped or anything like that.

He got to the church and saw that Grace was standing outside, shaking her head at all the kids lining the top of the fence. He made wide gestures to catch her attention. She met him at the front of the church with a frown.

“No, he’s not here,” she said. “I saw him go past, though, with the McKenzies’ girl. They’re alright. They went and found a football, the two of them.”

Ahhhhh.

That was 100% Mrs. Green’s doing. She’d had a yard sale for her kids’ shit the other day. Jack had seen a couple of basketballs and footballs in among the stuff. She must not have gotten rid of all of it.

Grace waved him in the direction of the green lot the next street up. It was where most of the neighborhood children spent their time—in the daytime, playing and in the nighttime, for the older ones, experimenting.

Jack struggled through the crowd that way but got caught up in a mass of jeering and jostling when Mr. Moneybags, Whoever finally got out of his car.

Are you serious, y’all?

He called over folks to move, that he was after his fuckin’ kid, and they tried as best as they could to let him back.

Finally, blessedly, he stumbled back out on to the pavement and blew out a breath. Then headed off towards the park.

Sure enough, Matt was there, holding a football that was way too big for him with Perry, the MacKenzies’ girl. They’d evidently been playing the first-grade equivalent of tackle football, if Jack was reading the color in their faces and the dried grass all over them right.

He started that way and was so preoccupied with planning out the conversation he and Matt were about to have that he didn’t hear the folks shouting behind him. Matt saw him and perked up. He handed off the football and met Jack at the water fountain in the middle of their paths. He knew he was in trouble.

Jack put his hands on his hips to emphasize it and was validated at the guilty dropped eyes he got in return.

“Uh-huh,” he said. “That’s what I thought. Come on, then. You know what comes next.”

Matt scowled and dropped his face, mumbling out excuses.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you,” Jack said.

Matt pouted.

“Hey, you’re in the way,” a new voice said. Jack stood up straight and glared over his shoulder.

“You got the whole pavement, asshole. Go around,” he snapped.

And the next thing he knew, there was a man in a suit manhandling him off the concrete onto the grass.

“You need to move,” the guy growled.

Oh hell no. Not in this neighborhood, pal.

Jack shoved him back; the guy wasn’t prepared for that, it would seem. He fell back right on his ass and stared up, stunned.

“Who do you think you are?” the man babbled, struggling up. He had some kind of thing in his ear, like a secret service man.

Jack huffed at him and went back to collect Matt. They evidently couldn’t have this discussion here.

“HEY. I’m talking to you.”

The second the hand hit his shoulder, time fast-forwarded and Jack came back to himself with the dude with a bloody hand slapped over his face and a fucking roaring crowd of neighbors all around him.

Oh, shit.

“Shit,” he said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” the asshole snarled, ripping his hand away from his mouth to reveal a split lip. “You come out here to assault one of Tony Stark’s bodyguards, huh? You one of these fuckin’ low lives who think they own this city? Hit me again, pal. We’ll see who’s the real winner in the court of law, huh?”

Woah.

Hey, now. Jack had just been trying to apologize.

“FUCK ‘IM UP, JACKIE,” Someone shrieked from the middle of the crowd in the street.

“Jackie? Your name’s Jackie? Jackie what? Full name and address, asshole, give it to me,” the suit demanded.

This.

Was not excellent.

“Listen man,” Jack said as calmly as the roiling, bubbling heat in his chest would allow. “I’m just trying to pick up my kid, alright? So why don’t you fuck off and we both pretend like none of this ever happened?”

The suit scoffed.

“Sure,” he jeered, “Yeah, you pick up your little bitch and clear out. Why don’t we do just that?”

Um.

Oof.

Mm.

“Daddy?”

MMF.

Jack could not break this man in half in front of his son.

He could not make this man beg for mercy in front of his son.

No. That wasn’t true. He could. But he wouldn’t. He had an example to set.

“Yo, what’s going on here? Will, is everything alright?”

The suit suddenly broke eye contact with Jack and turned to a short dude dressed in an obnoxious hoodie and flip flops.

“Everything is just fine, Mr. Stark,” he said, all prim and proper. “This guy’s just impeding the walkway.”

Mr. Stark—fuck, that explained a lot—had to be around Jack’s age. He had dark eyelashes and was probably pretty in other parts of the city. But here? Nah, a pretty man was a working man and this guy, for all his unshaven jaw and tousled hair, was not it.

“Alright, so move, man,” Stark said towards Jack. “It’s public property. You don’t own it.”

“You don’t either,” Jack pointed out to another uproar in the crowd.

Stark chewed on his tongue and chuckled.

He held his hands up.

“That’s fair,” he said. “Leave it, Will. He’s not bothering anyone.”

Will the Suit blustered all over.

“He’s assaulted me, sir,” he said, pointing at his lip. “Not to mention, he’s obviously out here to rile up the crowd.”

“I’m just out here to pick up my son,” Jack snapped.

“So pick him up and get out of the fuckin’ way already,” Will growled.

Ho, ho, motherfucker.

Jack did not move. He held the guy’s eye.

“Daddy.” Matt’s little hands found their way to his wrist.

He was scared. And the thought sent another ripple of heat through Jack’s body.

This was their neighborhood. This was Matt’s home. Jack’s home. And he wouldn’t be treated like shit in it. He wouldn’t teach Matt to bow his head to people with more money.

“You heard your kid,” Will the suit said, “Good to know the next generation here’s got some kinda brains in their heads. Lay off.”

“You ain’t better than us,” Jack spat. He stood up tall and breathed slow. “None of you. This is our city, not yours. So get the fuck out. We don’t need your fuckin’ money, Stark.” He twisted his head to make direct eye contact with this man and his tousled hair and eyelashes.

This wasn’t about some shithead in a suit anymore.

Stark tipped his own face slowly to the side.

“You got guts,” he said. “But honestly, man, you all actually could use my money. You got holes in your shirt, friend. You think—”

“We’d rather have a park than a store we can’t afford to buy from,” Jack said.

“So shop somewhere else,” Stark replied with wide hands. “But this isn’t about a store, you know. This is about an office; a whole five floors of new jobs—”

“Yeah, as janitors,” A gal with a sign on her shoulder said, squirming out of the crowd. “As service people to the rich lapdogs you drag in here to do your business for you.”

“You’d have new patrons for your fine establishments,” Stark said calmly to her.

“Oh sure, I bet they’d flock here, yeah,” the gal drawled. “Them and their pretty white families, with all their pretty, GAP clothes. And you know what they’d do, Stark? They’d start complaining about the quality of our ‘fine establishments.’ They’d start demanding shit we can’t afford, to the point where we’d have to find ways to afford ‘em, just so that we could make an honest living—and by then, our own moms and neighbors wouldn’t be able afford to pay for our so-called fine services.”

“So they would go somewhere else, and you would still be making a profit,” Stark reasoned.

“I should be able to do laundry at the laundromat closest to my house,” the gal pointed out to a chorus of support. “It’s not about money. It’s about community.”

Stark huffed.

“And what a community it is,” he said sarcastically. “You got this guy out here, punching people on the streets ‘cause he can’t keep his kid under control, you got used needles on every corner, trash piling up in the gutters—you call that ‘community?’”

“I call it poverty,” the woman said.

“Business and investment will help alleviate—”

“Mr. Stark,” the woman interrupted, “For all them brains in your head, you sure aren’t good at thinking. Or listening. So why don’t you just take a moment for the next minute and practice. Just listen. Look at me—really look, sir.”

Stark did, but he made it real clear that he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart.

“If you really cared about poverty,” the gal said slowly, “You and all your war money and all your millionaire and billionaire friends would fund community programs. Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t need new businesses, Mr. Stark. We have plenty of our own. What we need are services. Better services. More services. We need people who want to help us as people. Not clients. Not customers. As a community of human beings. And until you really, truly understand what that means, you and your friends aren’t welcome here in Hell’s Kitchen. So, sir, what do you say?”

The crowd fell silent. Jack lifted his chin and stared down at Stark around it just in case he or his security detail got any ideas.

Stark glanced up at him, then back at the woman and then, for the briefest second, at Matt barely peeking out from behind Jack’s hip.

He cleared his throat.

“Well, I see that we’re not welcome here,” he said. “Perhaps we can table this discussion for now due to community concerns, which I’m sure we can overcome in the future. What do you say, Miss?”

“Mrs,” the woman corrected. “I say you’re welcome to try as many times as you want.”

Stark looked her over and scoffed.

“Oh, I will,” he said, “I got this little thing called ‘spite’ in me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman said peacefully.

Stark didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. He puffed himself up and told his guards that he was ready to go. This visit was not worth extending.

The crowd parted to let him and his suits through and was more or less quiet as they all watched him get in his fancy car and drive away.

Jack felt the tension in his shoulders settled down. He stroked a hand over Matt’s hair.

“Thanks for the rescue, Bess,” he said.

Bess beamed up at him.

“Anytime, Jackie,” she said. “Anytime.”

—

AHEM.

Bess Mahoney was Hell’s Kitchen’s main superhero before DD. Thank you and good night.

#fic #Matt Murdock #jack murdock #I love to write jack so much its a problem y'all are enablers #ficlet

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alkhale · 5 years

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Hello hello miss!... Uh, I think that's how you identify??? If not, please tell me!!! I don't wanna misgender you on accident or something Q-Q Anyways, I've been reading Memo, and I! Really love Hoku, and the way she interacts with the world, and her relationships with everyone, it's just really well written. Plus, she sounds REALLY pretty and I'm weak for that. That aside, are you up for getting ideas for Memo!AUs people've had, or headcanons? If not it's cool, just wanted to ask :> ~ Vira

omg u good, dw anon.

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU CUTIE, I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD USE AN uwu WHEN ANSWERING THIS ONE HAHAHAHA. Thank you for loving it and thank you so much!! CALLING HOKU PRETTY IS SO SWEET WHEN SHE PROBABLY JUST LOOKS AT HERSELF LIKE HELL YEAH THAT KIIONOHI WAS WORTH IT.

I’m guilty of already having a lot of AU ideas for Memos and I might just start a story on AO3 for a collection of them so they don’t clutter the actual story or I can go more in depth or explore some other things hahaha. I’ll start putting them in little omakes and stuff, but Memos chapters have been hella long so I’m worried about overbogging stuff but y’all seem chill with these crazy counts so i hope u don’t mind

AUs:

- School AU, this one’s just fun shenanigans and I love modern AUs. School Council President Sabo, Ace being Ace, Hot teacher Shanks, for some reason Kid and Hoku both have the same art class in basic architecture and metal welding because he’s a grease monkey and Hoku likes designs. Straw Hat crew in school, Brook’s a popular soul musician. Franky and Robin are teachers.

- MODERN AU. I have so many ideas i wanna hash out for different Modern AUs, hahaha, i’m so attracted to these and was this close to writing it out instead as its own kind of story but Memos won over.

ASL+Hoku living together and their daily life (together its HASL like hassle and that’s exactly what it’s like with these idiots)

Started to live together once Ace and Sabo were in their third year of high school, it’s been awhile now. (Hoku’s family passed away when she was young, Garp was doing marine work stationed in Hawaii and took an interest in her but before he could find her, she went to live with ‘someone else’ until he managed to shove her in with Luffy, she’s technically an emancipated minor)

Ace is a construction worker/part time fire fighter and picks up all sorts of odd jobs and errand runs.

Whitebeard took him in on several occasions when stuff happened. Ace is super close to the group even though they’re lowkey high profile crime bosses. Marco’s a doctor underground and professional, Thatch is a chef (whitebeard’s crew always sends gifts and visits and hooks them up with deals at random places)

“Ace! Can you call Marco? I think Hoku’s anemic again.”

“I swear to god, put down that phone he’s going to give me all those pills and I don’t wanna pay the hospital bill–”

“But it’s free.”

“God damn it.”

Sabo works for a high fashion brand design/political activist group (somehow these two meshed and Dragon runs both so)

Hoku and Luffy are students almost finishing up with high school.

Sabo is designated most put-together-has-his-shit-ready, if you can’t find your paint brushes Hoku, ask Sabo. Ace, Sabo put ur laundry away already. He’s usually in charge of meals and making sure the bills get paid. (Their apartment is spacious but a little dingy and random stuff breaks or falls apart but Ace and Hoku are really handy and always fixing shit)

Ace can only make pasta and grilled foods. He’s great with the barbecue. Luffy can’t cook. Hoku cooks pretty damn well but she’s clumsy in the kitchen so she tries to cook before Sabo or Ace get home and they scream something about her cutting off a finger and needing stitches again

House is always decorated with flowers or something nice like a painting or photos or tapestries. Hoku always does that.

They have a small garden plot by the apartment complex. Hoku and Sabo take care of it. Ace and Luffy eat from it a lot and run out animals trying to steal the tangerines from the tree Nami’s adopted mom gave them as a house warming gift.

The three of them fill out a lot of her pages in her sketchbooks and easels. “Is that Sabo again?” “Yeah, he fell asleep reading and he looks too perfect so I wanted to draw it.” “That kinda pisses me off.” “Me too, we’ll do something about it when I finishl.”

Her art classmates are always super eager to see her stuff and ask about the hot older guys in her drawings and please ask them to model. Hoku relents. Ace comes in to model because he gets paid. That’s a story for another day.

Hoku has regular poker nights for awhile now with a group of people Ace and Sabo didn’t think about (they always thought it was the girls or some friends like their friend group) until one night Luffy goes to hang out with the others and they’re like?? Hoku??? and Luffy’s like?? Hoku doesn’t do poker nights with us you dummies.

This sends them into a panic attack and Sabo has Hoku’s location at all times because he did something permanent to her phone (Hoku does not know this) and they visit (stalk) her at one of her poker nights. Find out its in some weirdly shady fancy club body guarded by a bunch of ridiculously macho looking guys (it’s actually Daz, Vergo and some others) They stake out and froth at the mouth, nearly dying when they see Hoku walk out surrounded by GIANT MEN DOUBLE HER SIZE AND AGE, HOKU HONEY, WHAT? It’s Crocodile and Doflamingo, usually Mihawk, and sometimes Jimbei comes.

Hoku’s like ?? I’ve played poker with these guys for forever. (They’re big crime syndicates and totally into illegal business and Sabo knows this and Ace is ready to murder) but apparently Hoku weaseled her way in and she’s a good player so they have fun and like gambling with her. They always suggest taking her to Vegas with them because they’re high rollers but Hoku’s always like nah i got school and work.

Sabo and Ace after herding her home try to convince her to stop meeting with them and Hoku’s just like lmao no and takes out huge wads of cash from her pockets. “They’re ridiculously rich and I win a lot.” They also pay for a lot of good food and Hoku’s not about to pass that up. (She sneaks leftovers for Luffy all the time ((but the older men already know and usually just have shit boxed up for her anyway)))

“But they’re older men and dangerous!”

“It’s not like I’m going on a date with them. It’s just gambling.”

“You like older men!”

“Oh, yeah, huh.”

Law and Kid are classmates and Luffy and Hoku hang out with them a lot when its not with their crew and Ace and Sabo are always like cant you hang out with better people. Kid and Law never feel welcome in their house but Hoku’s just like dw if they bother u i won’t talk to them and then they get upset and yada yada. Doesn’t stop Ace and Sabo from being super mean looking and scary. Kid and Law are hard to ward off, unfortunately.

Law’s studying to be a doctor, well on the way. Kid’s a mechanic and works at a shop and does street racing. Hoku wants to design a car interior for him.

People always say Sabo seems like the prim and perfect gentlemen of the three and he’ll make a good husband and they just laugh and Hoku tells Koala and she laughs because they always wave their hands and say nah nah, Sabo’s secretly the most sneaky and lowkey scary/sadistic/a tease out of all of them, don’t let the pretty face fool you

(and he really is, sometimes he makes Hoku beg for the pretty cakes he brings home from work from clients because he thinks its cute when she’s trying to reach them over his head)

Shanks is a famous traveler/explorer, always known for doing crazy stuff and his team of explorers climb mountains, explore caves, travel all around the world and take beautiful shots and Hoku and Luffy always tune in. Shanks saved Luffy once from a freak accident and he’s his hero and Hoku has such a hopeless crush on him.

Modern AU where Law is Luffy’s partner in college for a project and he goes to Luffy’s house. Hoku’s a TA for Shanks and stupidly stupid for him and Law meets her and feels things.

Modern AU where Strawhat crew goes on a road trip.

Monsters AU. Hoku’s a ghost.

Hanahaki AU. Red flowers.

Marines AU.

Genderbent AU.

Some other ones but i gotta go finish that essay i mentioned hahaha, hope these were fun! the modern HASL one ran away with me

THANKS FOR LOVING IT

#Memos #Memos Au #one piece modern au #Hoku #Ace #Sabo #Luffy #Law #straw hat pirates #Kid

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mksc77 · 5 years

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I wish you would write a fic where Sharon & Andy go on a coffee date. Please & thank you!

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! I hope a “nondate” and the fact that the leadup to it ended up taking over is okay, sorry about that. This isn’t where I thought I was going to end up with this at all, but here we are 🤷‍♀️ This prompt was in response to this post, if anyone else is interested :)

Thank you, @spindleofaspinningwheel for making me a little less Tumblr illiterate and showing me how to do the “keep reading” thing so I can stop spamming y’all with long posts :)

When Sharon arrived at the church for Nicole’s wedding, she politely waved off the ushers and slipped into one of the back pews. She watched as the ushers led other guests in once she was seated, and it didn’t take long at all for her to pick out Andy’s son. His eyes and smile were a dead giveaway. Now that she was at the wedding, she was getting nervous about what Andy’s ex-wife and family were going to think about her being there. What the hell had she been thinking when she invited herself to Nicole’s wedding? She did enjoy going to weddings, and her family members, friends’ children, and Emily’s and Ricky’s close high school friends had taken a break on the wedding front lately, so it had been a while since she’d been to one. An evening of a little wine, good music, and dancing had sounded perfect at the time. Sharon had heard bits and pieces of Andy’s and Provenza’s conversations about the wedding, and while she hoped Andy wouldn’t be stupid and skip it for his own sake, her ears had pricked up when she heard Provenza mutter something about not believing Andy was considering passing up a chance to take over the dance floor. She’d never really thought much about Andy, non-work-wise, and the idea of him liking to dance surprised her. She was starting to drive herself crazy, so she finally pushed it to the back of her mind and enjoyed the familiar hymns being played from the organ.

Once the bridal party was in place and everyone followed Nicole’s mom’s lead and stood up as Nicole entered, Sharon sneaked a peek at Andy. He looked happy, and she was glad he’d decided to participate in the wedding. He would’ve regretted it if he didn’t.

When the wedding was over, Sharon ran a couple of errands and took her time getting to the reception. The original plan had been to ride with Andy from the church, but when she thought about the fact that they’d be taking pictures for a while after the service, she’d told him she would meet him at the reception. She wasn’t sure if he’d told anyone yet he was bringing a friend, or if he had, what exactly he had said about her, so she wasn’t trying to hang around the sanctuary. When she arrived at the reception, she draped her wrap over her arm and placed her keys in her clutch. The temperature had dipped below 70 degrees, and the outdoor venue would probably get a little chilly once the sun went down.

Sharon felt a little awkward walking into a sea of total strangers, but she ran into one of her college friends on her way to the bar. They hadn’t completely lost touch over the years, but they’d seen each other less and less as they grew older and gradually built new lives for themselves.

“Jill!” Sharon approached her from behind and lightly grabbed her arm.

“Wha—Sharon!” Jill set her drink down on a nearby table and gave her a hug. “I didn’t know you knew Nicole and Dean.”

Sharon shook her head. “I don’t, really. I work with Nicole’s dad, and they’ve had some drama over the wedding this week. He didn’t want to come at all, and he was still nervous when he did decide to come. I’m not sure what the hell I was thinking when I offered to come with him.”

Jill raised an eyebrow. “Are you guys—“

“No, we’re not dating. Andy’s ideal woman is about half my age, and you know good and well I couldn’t care less about dating.”

Jill shrugged. “It’s just as well. The older you get, the more you realize that if you want to get off, you’ll likely have to do it your damn self, anyway. You, my friend, need a drink.”

“Jill!” Sharon laughed helplessly. She hadn’t changed one bit. “What are you drinking? That looks pretty good.”

“I’m not sure, but it’s too good to be anything but trouble—rum and…something. It’s not as fruity as it it looks. They have pitchers of it at the bar.”

Sharon got a drink and went with Jill to find her husband. “How do you know Nicole and Dean?”

“Dean’s parents have lived next door to us since he was about three. He and my boys were close in age, and he practically lived at our house growing up. My brats are around here somewhere, we’ll find them later.”

By the time Andy arrived, Sharon was a couple of drinks in, and she’d made the wise decision to switch to wine. She knew she should slow down, but she figured they’d be dancing later, and she would stop then. The pleasant weather and the good music playing had made those first couple of drinks go down a little too fast. With trying to wrap the case earlier that day, she hadn’t eaten much lunch, so she was compensating now with a plate of hors d’oeuvres. Dinner was served soon after that, and then the band began to play.

After the traditional first dances were complete, Andy grabbed Sharon’s hand and led her to the dance floor. She loved to dance, but she usually needed a little liquid courage, especially this early when not many others had ventured to the dance floor yet. Andy clearly needed nothing of the sort. He guided her around with sure and steady arms, and dear god she had missed this.

With other girls I've wantedI've made it just a momentWith you I'll share each dayNow I know you've heard about meBad things about me, baby, please let me explainOh, I have kissed a fewI tell you, a few have kissed me tooI guess I'm just a stubborn kind of fellowGot my mind made up to love you

“Eyes up here, Andy,” Sharon playfully chided when she caught his gaze drifting a little lower than it should. Her breasts did look damn good in this dress, if she did say so herself.

“Oh! I wasn’t—I was—uhh…Sorry.” Sharon giggled at the guilty expression on his face. The music slowed down a couple of songs later, and Andy pulled back from Sharon, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “Want to take a break?”

Sharon moved a little closer to him. “Maybe after this one…Unless you need to go talk to any of the guests?”

Andy shook his head. “No, I just didn’t want to keep you from anything. I wasn’t expecting you to know anyone here.”

“I wasn’t, either. Jill and I have been friends since college, and Dean grew up next door to her and her husband. Small world, isn’t it?”

She's got a way about herI don't know what it isBut I know that I can't live without herShe's got a way of pleasin'I don't know what it isBut there doesn't have to be a reasonAnyway

She's got a smile that heals me

I don't know why it isBut I have to laugh when she reveals meShe's got a way of talkin'I don't know what it isBut it lifts me up when we are walkin'Anywhere

The next song was a little after their time and had drawn Nicole, her bridesmaids, and a few other guests who were clearly friends of hers to the dance floor, so Sharon and Andy took that as their cue to leave for the time being. Andy got stopped by someone to talk, and Sharon snagged Jill. “I have to pee. Come with me?”

“Okay, I could go, too.” Jill give Andy a sidelong appreciative look as they walked by him. “I didn’t pay him much attention during the wedding, but he is hot.”

“Stop!” Sharon insisted. “He’s one of my lieutenants, I don’t think of him like that!”

“How could you not?! And did you see the way he was looking at you?”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “And how exactly was that?”

“Like you were sex on a plate.”

“He was not!”

When they were finished in the restroom, Jill watched Andy out of the corner of her eye as they walked by him again. “You’re out of your mind. He just looked at you like he would take you right here if there weren’t other people around.”

“Whatever. I’m getting more wine.”

A little while later, after being on and off of the dance floor, Sharon found that she was enjoying being with Andy more and more. Whether it was Andy, specifically, or a man she was having fun with, in general, that she was enjoying, she didn’t know, but that determination would have to wait until the next day. Maybe she’d give her friends the green light to start setting her up again after the situation with Rusty was resolved. For now, slowly swaying in Andy’s arms felt wonderful, but she’d have to wait until she was a little more sober to convince herself that this wouldn’t be a good idea.

Sharon was feeling drowsy after a while, and she couldn’t keep her words from slurring as she talked to Andy. She noticed that the band was packing up and that people seemed to be leaving, which was odd. It seemed like they’d just eaten dinner. Andy was laughing, and she suddenly had the feeling that he was laughing at her. She forgot all about that suspicion when she shivered from the cool air, and he draped his jacket over her shoulders. “I think it’s time to go. Is that your, um, bag?” Andy asked, nodding at her clutch lying on a nearby table.

“It’s a clutch,” Sharon corrected him. She swayed a little as she broke away from Andy to get it. Oh, shit, she was drunk. She didn’t realize just how bad it was until she tried to move by herself.

“Well, excuse me,” Andy responded good-naturedly.

Sharon had a feeling that she was forgetting something, but she pushed it out of her mind and let Andy lead her to his car. He opened the passenger door and helped her in, which, unfortunately, was absolutely necessary. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this drunk. Her stomach lurched suddenly, and, in a panic, she leaned back out and threw up right at Andy’s feet. “Oh, my god, Andy, I’m so sorry. I haven’t done that in years.”

Andy patted the top of her head and slowly stroked his fingers through her hair for a few moments. “It’s all right, you’re fine. I’ll go see if I can find you some water. I’ll be right back.”

Andy returned a few minutes later after cleaning his shoes off and handed Sharon a bottle of water. After she took a few sips, he wiped her cheeks and mouth with a dampened cloth he’d snagged from the caterers that were still cleaning up. “Did it get anywhere else?” He asked, cleaning a spot on her dress before checking her hands and shoes.

Sharon shook her head. She just wanted to go home, crawl into her bed, and die from mortification. Andy tossed the cloth in a nearby garbage can, made sure Sharon was buckled in, and drove away.

Andy could tell Sharon was embarrassed, and he patted her arm. “Don’t worry, Sharon. You know very well that I’m in no position to judge for this. I’m honestly glad to see you let loose a little. I just hate that you’ll feel like shit tomorrow.”

“Ughhhhh.” Sharon found Andy’s CDs, dug her glasses out of her clutch, and started looking through his collection. “Ooh, this looks good!” She slipped a Motown CD into the CD player and started singing along, seeming to have gotten a second wind. “Maybe you’ll wanna give me kisses sweet, but only for one night and no repeat. And maybe you’ll go away and never call, and a taste of honey is worse than none at all...”

They arrived at the condo a little while later, and Sharon didn’t notice where they were or that the car had stopped. She was still performing. “I try so hard, hard to be patient, hoping you’ll stop this infatuation...”

Andy got out and opened her door. “All right, Diana, I think you can give the Supremes a rest. We’re here.”

Sharon looked startled when she realized they were at the condo. “Oh! That was fast.”

Andy took her clutch from her and offered his hand. “Come on, I’ll help you upstairs.”

Sharon wanted to decline, but she wasn’t even sure she could find her own condo in this state, much less unlock her door. Her mind was foggy, and she couldn’t put a coherent thought together, other than the fact that she urgently needed to find a restroom. “‘Kay. Have to pee.”

Andy had only been to the condo a couple of times when she’d had the team over for Christmas and some other occasion, but he remembered there being restrooms in the lobby. He led her to the ladies’ room and got her keys out of her clutch while he waited. He started to worry when Sharon didn’t return a couple of minutes after he heard a toilet flush, and he was debating peeking into the ladies’ room. When he heard a banging noise from inside, he tapped on the door and partially pushed it open. “Hey, Sharon? I’m coming in, okay?”

“Stupid water won’t turn on,” Sharon muttered. She was standing in front of one of the sinks and irritably hitting the spigot. “What the hell is wrong with this damn thing?”

Andy chuckled. “I’ll help you with that.” He gently pulled her hands away and held one of his hands in front of the motion sensor. “These are annoying…There you go.”

“Thank you.” After Sharon washed her hands, they went to the elevator. Rusty was lying on the couch and watching a movie when they got upstairs, and he sat up when he heard them coming inside. He noticed Sharon’s hazy demeanor and clumsy movements, first thing. “Sharon?! What’s wrong? What happened—“ His first suspicion was that she was drunk, but he’d only seen her drink more than a couple of glasses of wine a few times before, and even then, it wasn’t nearly enough for this.

“It’s okay, honey. M’tired.” Sharon looked at Andy. “Come pick me up in the morning to get my car, and I’ll buy you coffee after.”

Andy shook his head. “I’ll take you to get your car, or you can give me your keys, and Provenza and I can—“

“No, Andy, m’buying you coffee,” Sharon insisted.

“Okay, okay…You’re the boss.” Andy finally agreed after going back and forth a few times. He looked around. “You, uh, need help with anything?” Not that he was about to help her change clothes or anything, but he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Fine. Thanks, Andy. Sorry.”

“No worries. See you in the morning, about 10:00. We’ll need to get your car before 11.” Andy awkwardly stood near Sharon for a few moments before just saying goodbye to them and leaving.

Sharon said goodnight to Rusty, brushed her teeth, and did a minimal wipe over her face with a makeup wipe, which she only did in lieu of a more lengthy cleansing and moisturizing routine on nights she was really tired. There was a basket of clean laundry waiting to be folded on the chair in her bedroom, so she found a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants to put on and collapsed into bed.

The next morning, she woke up to go to the bathroom before dawn. Her head was pounding, and her mouth tasted like something had crawled inside of it and died. The hell did she do last night?! She padded down the hall to the kitchen for some Advil, and seeing her clutch on the counter reminded her of Nicole’s wedding. Bits and pieces of the night before started coming back to her. Fuuuuuuuuck, she’d been highly overserved. She got a couple of pills and washed them down with water, then opened the refrigerator to find something to remedy the putrid taste in her mouth. She didn’t know where the ginger ale and Gatorade she found had come from, but the sight was like a miracle to her dry throat and churning stomach. She got one of each without bothering to get a glass for either and went back to bed. Her phone was dinging as she climbed back under the covers, and she saw a text from Jill. Do you feel like something kicked the crap out of you and left you for dead, or is that just me? I’m hungover like a walrus.

Sharon unlocked her phone and tapped out a response. The goal here is NOT to vomit, but thanks for that image. Not just you. I feel like death warmed up. Wine never does this to me, what the hell? Not that she had any idea of how many glasses she’d had, she’d lost count after the second glass, but still.

Whatever those fruity drinks were must’ve been loaded. I haven’t gotten plastered like that in a long time. John practically had to carry me inside. Now he’s sleeping like a baby, and I want to kill him.

Sharon had forgotten about the drinks she’d had at the beginning of the reception. Jill was probably right. Oh, yeah, I forgot about those. I hope Andy didn’t have to carry me, but I don’t remember much about coming home.

I thought you guys weren’t dating?

Sharon rolled her eyes. We’re not, he just brought me home, because I was clearly in no shape to get myself here…Ugh, I just remembered announcing that I had to pee right when we got home last night. Nice.

From the way he was looking at you last night, he probably even thought that was hot!

Stop it! I’m going back to sleep. Talk to you later. Sharon put her phone back on her nightstand and passed right back out, not waking again until Rusty was shaking her shoulder a few hours later. “Hey, Sharon, Flynn’s here.”

“Hmm kay,” Sharon muttered, not opening her eyes or processing what he was saying. She sat up long enough to get a sip of ginger ale and lay back down.

“Sharon, Flynn’s here. Something about your car.”

“Damn it.” Sharon sat back up. Her headache was a little better, but whether her stomach was going to behave and keep everything where it should be was anyone’s guess. “Tell him I’ll be there in a minute.”

Rusty wrinkled his nose. “Ew, Sharon, might want to brush your teeth first.”

“Good plan.” Sharon tugged at Rusty’s arm and indicated for him to sit on her bed. “You okay? I’m so sorry about last night. That rarely happens, I promise.”

Rusty shrugged. “Hey, as long as you’re not yelling at me or letting boyfriends do stuff to me, I don’t really care what you drink…Nice pajamas, by the way.”

Sharon looked down at herself. She hadn’t paid attention to what she was wearing, but now she could see that the t-shirt and pajama pants she was wearing belonged to Rusty. And the t-shirt was on backward. “Are you kidding me? We’ll talk some more when I get back, okay? This shouldn’t take long, and I’ll pick up lunch on the way home.”

“What, no mass?” Rusty asked, feigning surprise.

“Absolutely not. Father Stan would take one look at me and call an exorcist.” Sharon kissed Rusty’s cheek. “Be back soon.”

“For the love of god, Sharon, please go brush your damn teeth.”

“I am, I am.” Sharon stumbled into the bathroom and gave her appearance an appraising look. She hadn’t done the best job of removing her makeup the night before, and she had eyeshadow creased on her eyelids and mascara smudged under her eyes. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put on just enough makeup to mask how awful she felt at the moment. Or to try to mask it, anyway. Jesus Christ, she was never drinking again. Her hair was flat and frizzy, so she brushed it back and clipped it up before changing clothes. She wasn’t one to go out in public in yoga pants and a t-shirt unless she’d been working out and it was necessary, but having anything more restrictive around her waist than that wasn’t happening. She’d salvaged her appearance as much as she could without keeping Andy waiting too long, so she went to the living room.

Andy looked up when he heard her coming down the hall. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you to call me back, but your car will get towed if we don’t pick it up before 11:00.”

Sharon looked at her phone and saw the missed calls for the first time. “That’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my phone.” She got a fresh ginger ale from the refrigerator, knowing the car ride wasn’t going to be ideal for keeping her nausea at bay. “Are you responsible for these?”

Andy nodded. “I stopped and got a couple of things on the way here last night. I knew you wouldn’t be feeling great when you woke up.”

“Thank you. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see that this morning.” Sharon stuck her clutch in her purse, not taking the time to transfer the few items it held back to it, and followed Andy out the door.

The ride to the venue was quiet, with Sharon taking slow breaths and concentrating on not throwing up everywhere. “Do I need to pull over?” Andy asked after Sharon started gagging.

“Don’t...think so. Okay, I’m good. I actually feel a little better. I am entirely too old for this...If you utter a word about this to anyone, then your on-call schedule will get really inconvenient really quickly.”

Andy patted her hand. “It was a tough week, and you didn’t sleep or eat much. I’m not surprised the alcohol sneaked up on you as quickly as it did. I won’t say a word, I promise.” The same CD from the night before was playing, and the last few songs weren’t great, so he skipped through them and let it play from the beginning.

Sharon tilted her head. “Did they play this song at the reception last night?” Andy shook his head. Sharon looked confused. “I swear I heard it last night.”

Andy grinned. “Oh, you did. You put that CD in when we left, and—“

“Oh, no, I was singing, wasn’t I?” Sharon grimaced as fuzzy bits and pieces of the ride home came back to her.

“You streaked through the dance floor, and you’re worried about a little singing?”

“Andy!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. No, it was fun. Stop worrying about it, you were fine.” Andy was quite familiar with the “oh shit what did I say or do last night” feeling that always surfaced after a night where some details were lost. “All right, here we are.” He pulled into the venue and stopped beside Sharon’s car.

Sharon looked down at the now mostly-empty space where the reception had been held. “I think I left my wrap, I’m going to go see if it’s still there.”

“Is that what this thing’s called?” Andy asked, retrieving an item from his back seat.

“Yes, that’s it. Thank you.”

“There’s a coffee shop not far from here that has good breakfast, if you’re interested,” Andy said. “You might want a little grease and coffee before you’re in the car again for too long.”

Sharon agreed, thinking that some food would calm her stomach down a little, got the information from Andy, and met him there. The coffee shop was a little busy, so they opted to sit outside. The shaded porch and gentle breeze kept it from being too hot. “The bacon, egg, and cheese croissant is a godsend for a hangover,” Andy suggested as Sharon looked over her menu. “According to Provenza, anyway.”

“That does sound good,” Sharon agreed. “I’m so sorry, Andy. This isn’t what I had in mind when I offered to go with you last night, I promise.”

“I know. I’m just glad I went. If you hadn’t convinced me to go, I probably would’ve ruined the progress I’ve made with Nicole and Drew.”

Sharon raised her eyebrows. “I convinced you?”

Andy rolled his eyes. “Please, Sharon, I heard Provenza telling you I was ‘being an ass’ about the wedding...Which, I was. But I know that’s why you got me to go with you to speak with the victim’s parents.”

Sharon knew she was caught. “Well, you just needed a little perspective.”

Andy nodded. “I certainly got it. And thank you. I’d be kicking myself to hell and back right now if I hadn’t gone last night. Cleaning a pair of shoes and a couple of rides to your condo was a small price to pay.”

“Cleaning your shoes—oh, my god!” Sharon’s hand flew to her mouth as she remembered. “Seriously, Andy, I never do that...” She looked at him with an embarrassed smile. “Why did you even come back this morning? Rusty could’ve taken me to get my car...Even though I doubt I would’ve made it by 11:00 and would’ve panicked when it wasn’t there.”

Andy shrugged and gave her a crooked grin. “Because you did me an enormous favor last night, and I know you were in an awkward position. And...You asked me to.”

“Oh, yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Sharon pressed her forehead into the heel of her hand. “I feel like I’m in college, trying to fill in the blanks from the night before with my roommates.”

“You held yourself together pretty well,” Andy assured her. “I didn’t really realize how drunk you were until right before we left. We managed to avoid Sandra for most of the night, Drew managed to avoid us, and I’d be surprised if Nicole remembers much. She had a pretty good time, herself, so there’s no trauma, there...Nicole really liked you, by the way.”

“She did?”

Andy nodded. “I don’t think she expected me to be...friends with someone like you.”

Sharon didn’t know what to say, and she was relieved when their food arrived. She ate slowly, and by the time most of her food was gone, she was starting to feel slightly better. Andy had been finished with his for several minutes, and he couldn’t help but steal long glances at her as he waited for her to finish eating. Her relationship with everyone on the team had slowly grown more friendly in the last year, but seeing her so casual, not perfectly fixed up, and, well, human-like was a surprise to him. Almost as surprising as it had been to have such a great time with her the night before. They’d liked all of the same songs, and he’d loved how it felt to have her in his arms...No. No. Fifteen different kinds of hell no, he couldn’t start thinking about her this way.

A few minutes later, Andy took the check before Sharon could react. “Andy, no, I’m paying.”

“No, let me. You have no idea how much you helped me last night. Please.” Andy quickly counted out some cash and gave the tab back to the server. “I don’t need change, thanks.”

Defeated, Sharon put her wallet back in her purse. “I was supposed to be buying you coffee, how did that turn into you buying me coffee and breakfast?” She looked at her watch. “Oh, my, I’ve got to get home. I haven’t even looked at my phone, Rusty’s probably been blowing it up about lunch.”

“I should get going, too.” Andy walked Sharon to her car. “You feeling a little better?”

Sharon nodded and fished her keys out of her purse. “After a little more Advil and a couple of hours on the couch, I’ll be fine. You were right, that croissant worked wonders.”

“Good. This was fun. Um, maybe we could, uh, do this again sometime?” Andy awkwardly suggested. “As friends.”

“That was fun,” Sharon agreed. “Um, sure. As friends. And minus the hangover.”

Andy grinned. “Only if you’ll sing like that sober. I’m gonna need to see that performance again.”

“Andy!”

#major crimes #major crimes fanfiction #shandy #mikuscfanfic

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lady-oceana9518 · 4 years

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Here For You (A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic)

A/N: Hey y’all, here’s another little story featuring my Hazbin OC, Morgana, the direwolf shifter. This fic features lots of fluffy times between Wolf!Morga and Vaggie. I haven’t been feeling the greatest emotionally speaking today, so I wrote this in an effort to comfort myself a little. I hope you guys enjoy it too. Let me know what you think of the story and/or my wolfy girl Morga😊

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Today...hadn’t been Morgana’s best day. She woke up that morning with a bone-deep tiredness that she couldn’t shake, even though she had a good night’s sleep the night before. She didn’t feel happy, or angry, or overwhelmingly sad...just, numb.

Charlie and Vaggie were out running errands around town with Razzle and Dazzle, which Morga knew because of a note that Vaggie had left on her bedside table earlier that morning. They should be back later that afternoon, she wrote. Angel was out entertaining one of his regular clients; Niffty was flitting around the hotel cleaning, as usual, like a manic hummingbird; Alastor was working in his office, awaiting his mate Charlie’s return; and Husk was tending the bar in the lobby (while successfully becoming more and more intoxicated himself as the day wore on). Morga had a rare day off from her teaching duties. She was too exhausted to want to do, well, just about anything, but she at least wanted to get out of her room at some point for a little change in scenery. She also didn’t particularly want to socialize with anyone.

The solution to her little dilemma seemed obvious. She would simply remain in her direwolf form for the rest of the day. After locking the door to her room behind her, Morga shifted effortlessly into her wolf form. She shook out her black-brown fur and stretched her wings, which were reminiscent of a snowy owl’s, then trotted down to the lobby.

She passed right by Husk’s bar, and of course didn’t go unnoticed by the surprisingly-observant bartender. “Hey wolfy, bout time you showed up!” Husk snickered, slurring his words a bit. Morga would normally have some kind of retort ready to go but was absolutely not in the mood for his, or anyone’s, teasing today. She growled at him, the sound a deep, menacing rumble emanating from her chest.

Husk jumped, more than a little surprised at the normally mild-mannered and mischievous wolf. “ ‘Ey, what the fuck was that for??” In response, Morga glared at him over her shoulder and bared her teeth, not even breaking stride as she continued on toward the fireplace.

As luck would have it, there was a roaring fire blazing merrily in the newly-refurbished grand fireplace. It was oh-so inviting and looked like the perfect place for a nap. Morga wasted no time in trotting over to the rug in front of the fireplace, circling a few times, and flopping onto her side. She yawned and allowed her heavy eyelids to flutter closed over her leaf-green eyes.

Some time later, which in reality turned out to be several hours later, Morga became aware of a few different voices conversing quietly nearby.

“I’m tellin’ ya, she’s got a stick up her ass about somethin’ today. Been all wolfed out the whole time too. Maybe wolfy’s finally going feral,” Husk grumbled, taking a swig from his ever-present bottle of booze.

Charlie hummed uncertainly, her worried gaze flickering over to Morga’s dozing form. “Morga doesn’t usually act that way...and I don’t think I’ve heard her growl at anyone other than Al before.” Vaggie couldn’t help but snicker at that. It was no secret that she still wasn’t the Radio Demon’s biggest fan. “Vags, maybe you should check on her? Since she definitely trusts you more than anyone else. I don’t want to startle her if she’s feeling a little more sensitive and skittish than usual.”

Vaggie smiled a little at her best friend’s words. She still wasn’t sure how she had become lucky enough to catch the eye of such an enchanting, wild woman like Morgana, but she was grateful for that each day. “Of course I will. You two go back to whatever you were doing; I’ve got this. I’ll take care of her.”

Husk grumbled something along the lines of “Careful she doesn’t rip your hand off,” before heading back to the bar, while Charlie nearly skipped away toward Alastor’s office, eager to spend time with her mate.

Vaggie slowly made her way over to Morga’s dozing form, beginning to speak softly to her lover as she did so. “Morga, hun? Are you feeling alright?”

Morga’s eyes slowly blinked open and she felt a growl instinctively begin to build in the back of her throat. When she saw her moth demon slowly approaching, though, she stopped immediately. She let out an apologetic whine and glanced off to the side, folding her ears back against her head.

Vaggie crouched down and knelt alongside her direwolf, gently running her fingers through the thick fur along Morga’s back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it,” Vaggie murmured. Morga rumbled her thanks and hesitantly laid her head in Vaggie’s lap, gazing up at her tiredly. Vaggie felt her heart twist at the sight. Her usually-serene, confident Morga looked so tired and hopeless. For a moment she didn’t know what to do. She just wanted to be there for her lover and comfort her in the same way that Morga so often comforted Vaggie.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel great today, mi cariño,” Vaggie cooed, beginning to idly stroke Morga’s silky, feathered wings. She was actively racking her brain, trying to think of what would help her wolf feel more like her usual self. “Have you had anything to eat today?”

In response, Morga’s ears flattened once more and she looked anywhere but at Vaggie. The moth demon gave the direwolf a small, patient smile. “That’s alright; it’s easy to forget those things when you’re depressed and having an off day. How about we find something good to eat in the kitchen and then go back to our room to cuddle?”

In response, Morga butted her head against Vaggie’s stomach, then rose to her paws for a nice, long stretch. She stared expectantly at Vaggie, waiting for the moth demon to stand up too. Vaggie chuckled, taking that as her cue to stand. “Alright, princess, let’s go.” Morga growled softly at Vaggie’s teasing tone and gently nipped her hand for good measure. “Hey now, you better watch it, missy!” Vaggie replied, to which Morga swatted her gently with one of her wings before plodding ahead to the kitchen.

The two of them rifled through the cupboards, determined to find something Morga would like. Suddenly, the direwolf’s ears perked up and she eagerly sniffed a sealed plastic bag that was filled to the brim with something that smelled delicious. Vaggie raised a brow and reached into the cupboard, only to pull out the bag of venison jerky that Morga had been snuffling at. “Babe, Alastor made this from the deer he killed during his last hunt. Maybe we should find some food that doesn’t already belong to someone, yeah?” In response, Morga’s ears drooped, she lowered her head, and simultaneously gave Vaggie the most pathetic puppy dog eyes she could muster. Vaggie groaned, covering her face with the hand not holding the bag of jerky so she wouldn’t have to see the pathetically adorable display.

“Ugh...okay, fine! I guess that shitlord can always make more another time. I’d rather you have the jerky than him anyway,” Vaggie relented, holding the bag of jerky out to Morga. The direwolf gently took the bag into her mouth, trotting toward the staircase as Vaggie grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and followed quickly behind.

Back in their shared bedroom, Vaggie and Morga, still in wolf form, lounged on their bed and snacked on stolen jerky while soft music played from a speaker on their bedside table. Vaggie leaned back against the headboard, scratching behind Morga’s ears as the direwolf sprawled across the moth demon’s lap and contentedly tore into her seventh piece of jerky. While Morga still felt like a shadow of her usual self, she couldn’t deny that she felt much better than she had that morning; and it was all thanks to the love, support, and patience that Vaggie so freely gave.

Suddenly, from downstairs they heard a baffled-sounding Radio Demon call out: “Oh Charlie, dearest, do you know where my venison jerky ran off to? I put an entire bag in the cupboard just this morning!”

Meanwhile, back in hers and Vaggie’s bedroom, Morga wolfed down the last piece of jerky that was currently between her forepaws, and pushed the empty bag beneath the duvet with her nose. Content with her work, she laid her head on top of Vaggie’s stomach, snuggled close to her side, and spread one of her wings over her moth demon as a sort of blanket. She gazed up at Vaggie in thanks for all she had done that day, then began to fall asleep. This slumber would be far more peaceful than the last.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie magne #alastor hazbin hotel #morgana the direwolf

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domsletty · 7 years

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so we gonna discuss “the spoilers” right now. y’all have been sending me a ton of messages asking me about how i feel about “the package” but i was too mad to address it. well, a couple of weeks later, and i’m even madder. it’s not gonna change.

i would really love for this franchise to get a reasonable female writer who would help them figure out what is or is not complete assassination of female characters. and i don’t mean literally because i’m still waiting for someone to explain how/why did gisele had to die but owen didn’t....... i digress!

this franchise is supposed to be different, it’s supposed to be about family (and racing!), we are supposed to feel emotionally invested in these characters and relationships. and we did. we are. because if i wanted to watch a simple cool action movie, i’d be watching marvel, i heard they are really good at it. SO pardon me for being invested in these relationships and the emotional parts of the movies and my fav female characters.

since the list of what i find horrible about this movie is gonna be way tooo long, catch me after the jump... HEAVY SPOILERSSSSS AHEAD. You have been warned.

- so we finally get our dotty honeymoon. letty having nice things is so rare, it would be such a shame if someone completely ruined it with secret baby mamas and babies for the sake of good old manpain.........

- i know they don’t give a damn about consistent timelines. so which was the biggest screw up? having such an old toddler playing jack in FF7, or such a small baby as dom and elena’s super secret unknown child? because at first glance, it sure looks like Dom has been cheating on his wife... you know after we went through all that trouble to bring her back in FF6. anyway this is allegedly mentioned in the movie - elena apparently says she got pregnant before they learned Letty was alive. so we can suspend disbelief on that... i guess...

- what type of woman decides to keep her whole pregnancy and a baby a secret because the other woman is back in the picture and prevents her own child from having a loving caring father. when was elena gonna tell dom? if ever? was she waiting for the kid’s 16th birthday? and here’s the start of complete female character assassination, first, metaphorically, then later in the movie, literally, because god forbid we let the baby mama live to take care of her child.

- so basically it’s letty’s fault and dom’s happiness the thing that keeps that baby without a father and without a first name. because, eyeroll, the father has to name his baby boy. what kind of mother does not name her child... again, was she waiting for his 16th birthday? oh but she gives the baby a second name, the name of her husband.... you know the memory of the guy she was supposed to be honoring when she decided to leave the police in brazil and follow dom, a criminal, around the world. gotta love that type of integrity. /sarcasm

- once again, dom is gonna make a decision for letty (probably to protect her, *eyeroll*) and is gonna leave her to suffer with no idea of what the heck is going on when he decides to go rogue. remember, when dom left her all alone in the DR because he thought he was protecting her and letty ended up “dead”? that type of ish, except worse because he is gonna be legit risking letty’s life while running errands for cipher. so much fun when your husband is pretending so well to be trying to kill you.

- dom doesn’t tell letty he’s gotta do some bad stuff to save his kid, any kid and elena, but the shaw brothers sure seem to know all about the plan

- dom cries for the first time and it’s definitely not over his wife dying, lying to his wife, almost killing his wife and friends, or betraying his whole family... oh, it’s gonna be rich!

- the shaw brothers... one killed gisele and the other killed han... and they honestly wants us to forgive and forget? what about family? i thought this franchise was about family? or do they just need the biggest number of badass dudes in one movie at once? why? i have no problem with them being part of the movie, i love jason and luke. just not as part of team family....

- in the end, letty is gonna be totally cool with the idea of a baby... without it ever being discussed on screen? why would it? it’s supposed to be sold as this beautiful sacrifice... we don’t even know how letty feels about babies... but let’s give her an instant baby. i dunno. i think couples are supposed to discuss these things together... look honey, i brought a baby, let’s raise it together, and make me a sandwich, woman!

- letty deserves better. i, we, as fans (women and shippers), deserve better. tbh i never thought they would ever bring a baby into the mix before the very end of the franchise, so i’m still shocked about that... i know a lot of people who loved the idea of a dotty baby and wanted it really bad. well, congratulations, you have ruined it for them too.

- i swear to god, if they are planning on having letty stay at home with the kid while the dudes get all the action in the upcoming movies, or if they are planning on letting michelle go from this franchise, i will burn down all my dvds. i am not even kidding.

- ok. one last thing... i am just hoping and praying it’s not true... apparently in the end, dom decides to name the baby brian. i feel so offended. brian is alive and happy living his life to the fullest with mia and his children. i think what they did with brian’s story in FF7 was genius - it felt real and emotional and beautiful. why let this baby story fail even taint what they did. talk about brian. talk about how you miss him, how he is living happily ever after. that’s how you honor paul and brian.

i just really don’t feel like watching this movie at all. i still remember how excited i was letty doing badass things when i went to the theater to watch FF4. and i left devastated they “killed” her and i vowed not to watch these movies ever again. but then in FF5, a friend told me about that after the credits tease and i ran to watch it that same day.

so if they’re not doing these movies for everybody including female fans, and for the connection people feel with these characters, then just say you wanna do action movies with butt shots that make a lot of money in the box office and go!

letty deserves better. she deserves to be more than a plot device for the dom manpain. and michelle deserves to have her name up there with vin not bellow dwayne and whoever else, but we all know why it’s not happening... and everything goes back to the way female characters are treated in hollywood, consequently in this franchise too.

#letty deserves better 2kforever #movie wank???#i get mad and rant a lot #i'm not tagging it #i just needed to vent

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