#but i need the raise and i need the degree to gtfo of this career

[cookie-gal]

Ranma 1/2 modern au

Part 2 : Electric Boogaloo

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• Ukyo was Ranma's childhood friend and their "engagement" was a similar case to Goku and Chichi, Ranma promised to marry Ukyo as a kid and didn't fully understand the concept of marriage

• Essentially Ukyo hasn't let that promise go along with the other promise Ranma made involving her Okonomiyaki sauce.

• They kept in touch throughout the years but lost touch around their teen years, probably around age 14, since Ranma started going ham with all the tournaments and training and Ukyo going to culinary school and running her Okonomiyaki business.

• So it was a bit of a shock for each other after all these years. Especially with Ranma and his curse.

• Ukyo just laughs at him "I don't know if I should feel bad for you or laugh." And Ranma just goes "stop" 👁👄👁

• Ranma acts like he doesn't remember his promises to Ukyo, but he actually remembers them and is a problem since he's now engaged to Akane. And also Shampoo.

• But Ukyo isn't going to back down from marrying Ranma. Girl is here to get her man and Ranma isn't stopping her really either. He really can't say no to most things she does since he got a soft spot for Ukyo, she was his first true friend growing up. Saying no to her makes him feel bad.

• She probably uses that to advantage to screw over Shampoo or Kodachi. She will literally go, "Hey Ranma, I heard you were hungry, let's go to my shop, I'll make you your favorite okonomiyaki" while he's dealing with Shampoo who insists they are on a date. He just shrugs and goes, "I guess I'm getting okonomiyaki" and leaves

• Ukyo, when she moved into town, she didn't really need to go to college. After all, she graduated early from culinary school since she is a cooking prodigy. But she decided to attend the same college as Ranma to at least get some sort of degree in Business Management to help her expand her business.

• Ukyo herself can relate to Akane to the struggles of femininity and masculinity. And this helps establish a friendship between them, much to everyone's surprise. Though their friendship doesn't stop their rivalry for Ranma, they are just more tame and aren't purposely trying to sabotage each other.

• P-chan is not Ryoga. (Personally I found it creepy that he relied on his pig form to get close to Akane which as resulted in their one sided romance) P-chan is Akane's pet pig that Dr. Tofu gifted to her.

• Ryoga, sometimes when he's in his pig form gets mixed up with P-chan but he GTFO once he gets the chance because he feels like he's invading on her personal life without her consent.

• Nabiki is still a trickster and trying to make coin anyway she can.

• Absolutely tries to become Red's manager, when she finds out that Ranma uses his female form to be a twitch streamer. She is the one running his online merch store and managing his social media accounts of Red.

• Though the easiest person for her to swindle is Kuno. She can easily be like, "Hey, you wanted a a shirt owned by Red. I will let you touch and look at it for 21,000 yen (roughly $200 usd) If you want to own it Kuno baby, it's 52,000 yen (roughly $500 usd)" Anything, from a hairbrush owned by Akane, photos, doing small favors like delivering gifts to Red or Akane, she charges a lot.

• This is why she's out her flexing by wearing only designer clothes and has all the latest tech. Akane over hear still using wired headphones while Naniki laughs in airpods with custom charging case. She probably walks up to the dinner table wearing designer clothes, with her airpods in, and holding onto her new phone, going "Sorry, I don't speak poor" Kasumi or Mr. Tendo scold her and she drops the attitude.

• She's in her early 20s, probably 21, and majors in Business Economics. She doesn't really have a set career in mind, she just goes with a flow.

• Her and Kuno's relationship is odd to everyone. She isn't flat out repulsed by him and doesn't fight him like Akane does. She just messes with him. But it seems like they have a deeper relationship underneath Nabiki swindling him. No one knows whether they secretly actually have a thing for each other, their just business partners, or just friends. But from the looks of it, Nabiki will continue to swindle him to make some fast cash.

• Kasumi had to grow up quickly since her mother passed away when she was a teen. Being the oldest, she helped her dad with raising Nabiki and Akane.

• This definitely influenced her to persue a career as a school teacher when she reached college. Currently she works at a local elementary school as a kindergarten teacher.

• Since she had two help raise two girls and now is a teacher, and is essentially raising several children, she is like in full mom mode most of the time. You know she probably has the cabinets in the Tendo house full of kid snacks or normal snacks cut down to size. Absolutely no alcohol, she got that locked up somewhere. Absolutely decorated the house with bright little colors. No one wants to tell her to tone it down since they are either used to it or just can't help but find it cute and or hard to say something to Kasumi.

• Dr. Tofu, although he is good friends with Kasumi, still gets flustered around her. He is hopelessly in love with her while Kasumi is as dense as a rock when it comes to her love life.

• Honestky it's like she and Dr. Tofu are talking about Ranma and Akane's relationship and goes, "Don't you hate it when two people clearly like each other but are as dense of rocks. It's so frustrating. It much be really frustrating too to be in love with someone when they don't notice you." And he's in the background screaming in pain.

• 100% they were friends in high school. And since high school, Dr. Tofu got that fat crush on Kasumi.

• Though something to note, Kasumi might not have any desire to run the dojo, but the queen is fit. She and Dr. Tofu have been work out buddies for years. Kasumi isn't staying fit for attention, rather she does it for herself and to stay in good health. So during high school, she and Dr. Tofu became work out buddies to help each other stay healthy.

• Kodachi is a gymnastics prodigy. From a young age she started training and completing in gymnastics competition. So she did online school for a good chunk of her life.

• This resulted not only in her big ego, but also her competing in the Olympics for Japan from a young age, 17 years old.

• She knows she can be set for life as a professional gymnast, however she needs a back up plan in case she has to retire early from that career. This is why she is currently studying in college to be a theatre teacher. She loves performing so she's okay with becoming some sort of teacher that involves performing.

• However she's not going to the same college as the rest, she goes to another one, a prestigious school, and she's on their gymnastics team as the team leader. The only time the gang sees her is when she has to compete against their college's team, or around town

• Kodachi growing up knew if she were to marry, she wanted to marry someone who was confident, can kick ass, and is genuine. Well Ranma falls into those categories for her and she started to fall for him when she saw him compete in a martial arts tournament that was happening in the same town where she was competing for a gymnastics tournament. They were about 18, Kodachi remembers him but he doesn't remember her.

• She sees him in town expecting to run into his arms and go on a date but Ranma is out her going "I got a smooth brain, who are you?" Then he proceeds to go to Ukyo's restaurant to eat okonomiyaki with Akane.

• Rip Akane, she's frustrated that Ranma has 3 girls after him along with Kuno trying to hook up with her and Red. So technically Ranma has 4 people after him when he's supposed to be engaged to her.

#ranma 1/2 au #ranma au #ranma #ranma 1/2 #au #modern au #nabiki tendo #kasumi tendo #dr. tofu #kodachi kuno #kuno #p chan #ukyo kuonji

[rickstexaschick]

Rick and Harley: Chapter 8

Here is my next installment of my little backstory about Rick and Harley, and their history before they met Rick’s Texas Chick.  The story is posted on AO3 under rickdicted at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16592366/chapters/38884421

”Wh-What the fuck is this?”

“I’m leaving you, Rick.  I’m taking Beth and we’re moving in with my parents.”

There were suitcases stacked by the front door.  Garbage bags filled with Beth’s favorite stuffed animals — which was basically all of them — were sitting on the couch.

“Christ, Diane.  What brought this on?  And where’s Beth now?”

“You think you can just take off with some floozy, Rick?  I saw the two glasses on the coffee table.  You sat here with her in our house, my house, and drank and did who knows what…”

The thought of Harley being ‘some floozy’ made him laugh outright, in spite of himself, in spite of the sudden changes his life was now currently facing.

“Look, Diane.  I-I-I wasn’t with another woman, all right?  I-I-I would never do that to you.  I told you:  I had to go help out a friend.  From th-the army.  He just showed up out if the blue, looking to — for help.  With his business.  I’m gonna go into business with him, help him get it off the ground.”  The lies rolled smoothly off of his tongue.

“And what about us?  You were just going to leave us?  Beth and I?”

“Christ, woman, look at you!  You’ve already got your shit packed, f-f-fuckin’ —-“. His voice had grown to a near-shout as his quick temper flared up.  He caught himself, tried to check his anger and his language.  He looked over into the den.  “Wh-Where’s Bethy?”

“Mom and Dad have her.  I didn’t want her around for this, to hear us.”

They still hadn’t left the front entryway.  Rick ran a shaking hand through his hair.  Tried to focus.  He’d come back, intending to tell Diane that he wanted a divorce and that he was moving out, immediately.  And now that the tables were turned on him, he found himself wanting to fight to keep his family together.  As if to keep Diane from one-upping him.  This was stupid.

Focus, man...

“Look, Diane, our marriage is done.  We both know that.  B-B-But you don’t have to — don’t move out.  This is Bethy’s home.  I’ll move out.  You two stay here.  Th-that’s what I came to tell you, anyway.  We can get a divorce, nice and-and-and easy.  You can have custody, so long as I get to visit… I’ll take care of Beth, make sure she has insurance…”

They stood in the entryway of their home and stared silently at each other.

Just like that, their marriage was over.

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“Where do want to put this, Rick?”  Harley was standing in the back of his shop, holding a milk crate, heavy with parts and pieces of equipment.

“Over there, I guess…”. Rick turned around in the cramped space.  They were rapidly running out of room.  “I-I-I just… I don’t see how this is going to work, Harley.  Th-Th-There’s just not enough room…. We’re gonna be f-f-fuckin’ on top of each other…”

Rick spied a door with pieces of lumber stacked against it.  “What’s behind that?”

“That goes to some sort of cellar.  I think it was a storm shelter or fallout shelter that her dad built back in the ‘60s.  I haven’t been down there in awhile.  Not since we were married.”

“Well, fuck, man.  Let’s check it out…”  Rick climbed over and around crap to get to the door, then started moving the lumber away, clearing out enough space around it so he could open it.

A steep flight of rickety looking wooden stairs led down into the darkness.  Rick switched on a cobweb-covered light switch at the top of the stairs and a dimly-watted bulb flickered on.  Without hesitation he started down the stairs.  Harley heard the sounds of him stumbling against something heavy followed by a grunt of pain and a muttered curse.

“Hey, man.  You-you got a flashlight?”  His voice drifted up from the darkness.  “I can’t find any other light switches…”

Within a few minutes Harley came down the stairs with a couple of flashlights, and the two explored the cellar.  Thick cobwebs hung from the rafters across the ceiling and everything was coated in an inch-thick layer of dust.  Scurrying sounds told them that the cellar already had inhabitants.  The air had a cellar’s typical damp-musty smell, but there didn’t seem to be any immediate signs of moisture.

Boxes and bags of army-style ready to eat meals and food supplies were stacked against one wall.  Several army cots were folded up and leaned against them. The cellar ran the entire length of the shop, but only the first third by the stairs had painted drywall and linoleum flooring.  The remaining two thirds was plain plywood walls and a cement floor.  A string of lightbulbs ran down the center of the ceiling for the entire length of the cellar.

“Shit!  This is perfect!  I-I-I can just set up my workshop down here…”  Rick turned to Harley,  excited.  “I-I-If that’s ok with you, man.”

“Course it is, what the hell kind of question is that?”

Within a few weeks, Rick and Harley had outfitted the cellar so that it was better suited to Rick’s needs.  They replaced the electrical wiring and added to the existing plumbing, installed a couple of heavy duty aluminum sinks, two long work benches, shelving along one wall, and a chemistry lab hood and exhaust system for venting fumes outside. They replaced some of the steps in the stairs and shored up the entire staircase.  Rick insisted on adding stronger support beams across the entire ceiling.

“So you and your bikes don’t fuckin’ fall down on top of me, man,” he’d told Harley.  

But he confined his workspace to the area which Harley’s father-in-law had already dried in and floored.  The remainder of the cellar was fine as it was for now.  He didn’t need the space just yet.  He was eager to get back to work on his projects.

Two of the cots were shot, the canvas eaten away by mice.  They left the other two down in the cellar, for Rick to sleep on if he needed to stay close by while an experiment was running.  And for Harley to join him, if he wanted to.  The wool blankets had to be burned, along with the two cots, and all the bags and boxes of MRE’s — half of which had been broken into by the mice.

“Th-they say that these never go bad, but….  F-F-fuck, that shit was gross enough to eat when they were somewhat fresh.”

“You were in the army?”  Harley was somewhat surprised.  He’d joined up when he was 18, at Jack’s insistence.

“It’ll help you become a man, son.  If you don’t want to go to college, then do this instead.  Hilly and I and the shop will still be here for you, when you get out.”

And so he’d joined up for four years.  It was tough, having to deal with the regimented lifestyle, always having to follow orders.  He spent his time there learning all he could about mechanics, engines, welding, electrical, even some plumbing and carpentry.  Learned how to repair and build just about anything.  His CO had wanted him to sign on for another four years, make the Army his career.  But after four years, he’d had enough.

Finally, he finished, with “a trade” as they called it, and some maturity, some wisdom.  More level-headed than he was before, less likely to fly off the handle over the little shit, the way his dad had always been.  He’d rejoined Jack at the shop and they built up the business together.  Then he met Diane…

“Y-Y-Yeah.  My college advisor sort of pushed me into it, as a way to get my graduate degree in engineering.  Make the army pay for it, he said.  So I put in my four years, got a Ph.D, then did the ol’ GTFO, as they say.  OTS fucking sucked.  Crawling through muddy ditches, underneath barbed wire fences…”

“Hey, at least you were an officer.  I was never anything more than a fucking grunt.  Sergeant Fucking Sanchez, at your service, sir.”

“Captain Sanchez, to you.”  Rick laughed.

“I guess neither of us got very far with our military careers.  But it paid off, in the long run.  For me, at least.  I know it made Jack happy, that I went.  I think I was gettin’ to be a handful for the old man…”

“My career was better for it, getting my doctorate opened up a lot of doors…”

They sat quietly in the firelight for several minutes.

They were sitting in a couple of old lawn chairs, watching the bonfire and drinking long neck beers out of an ice chest which sat on the ground between them.  They’d tossed a ton of shit from the shop and the cellar out onto the pile, then waited until sundown to douse it with kerosene and light it up.

The flames climbed into the night sky as they passed a joint back and forth, drank beer, and talked.

“Ever notice how similar our lives have been?” Harley asked, after taking a deep drag on the joint before passing it back to Rick.

“What, just because we’ve both been in the Army?”  Rick scoffed.

“Nah, man, not just that.  I mean...we both had fucked up childhoods.  Our dads were assholes…We both ran away from home -- I went to the streets, you went to school, to college.”  He paused, taking a long drag.  “We sort of had foster parents who basically volunteered,  took over raising us…”  He drifted off, staring into the fire.

“I don’t believe in coincidences.”  Rick replied flatly.

“Hell, even our dimensions are similar.”  Harley had ignored him and resumed talking.  “Mine’s 319-D and yours is D-319.”

“So, what’re you sayin’.  That this was all written in the stars?”

“Might’ve been…”

“Ppppffftt.”  Rick took the joint back from Harley, took a big hit off it.  “I don’t believe in coincidences.”  He said it while trying to keep the smoke in his lungs for as long as possible.

They sat there, quietly watching the fire, they’re long legs stretched out in front them, and their beer bottles resting in their crotches.

“My wife...my Diane, she died.”  Harley’s voice was emotionless.

“Yeah, I kind of figured…”. Rick had been curious, but was uncomfortable asking.

“She died in an accident with this asswipe.  Went for a ride with him on his — this fucked up Yamaha crotch rocket that he’d built himself from parts that he got out at scrap yards.  Couldn’t afford to buy a real bike, so he pieced together a bunch of shit…He was so fucking full of himself, ridin’ around on that piece of junk, like he was some kind of goddamn road warrior hero…

“The night she died, we’d been at a bar, about twenty miles away from here, two towns over.  She was gettin’ drunk, being a pain in the ass, flirtin’ with this fucker in front of me just to piss me off.  Finally, I’d had enough of her shit, told her if she wanted to go with him, be my fuckin’ guest.  Told her they weren’t gonna make it five miles down the road on that tricycle before it broke down or they had a blowout, then she’d be sorry.”

“How far’d they get?”  Rick already knew the gist of the ending.

“About seven.  Front wheel came off, bad welding job, front fork snapped completely away from the frame.  Threw him off the bike, went ass over head across the handlebars, landed on the pavement, broke his neck.  Died instantly.  She got caught under the body of the bike, dragged about fifty feet.  Tore the skin off one of her legs, right down to muscle and bone, just like peeling an apple.  They were picking pieces of her flesh up off the road when I came up on the scene — had no idea what had happened, that it was her.  Them.  Until I saw the bike…

“She had a miscarriage in the ambulance on the way to the hospital — I didn’t even know she was pregnant.  Friend of hers told me later, at the funeral, that she was planning to surprise me.  But then a buddy of mine, that chick’s boyfriend, told me that she wasn’t sure who the father was, which one of us.  Me or that asswipe.  That’s why she hadn’t told me about it, yet.  She’d been shittin’ bricks for weeks, not knowin’ what to do.”

“How far along was she?”

Harley took a moment, drained his beer before chunking the bottle into the fire.

“ ‘Bout four months.  It was a little girl.”  Harley reached for the joint, took a long hit.  “She died on the operating table, while they were amputating her leg.”

“Jeez, man.  I’m sorry.”

Harley pulled another beer out of the ice chest, cracked the cap off and flipped it into the fire.

“Ain’t nuthin’ for you to be sorry about.  You didn’t kill her…”

“When was this?”

“Well, let’s see...How old is your Beth?  Three?”

“She just turned three last month.”

“Yeah...So, our Beths would have been the same age.  You do the math.  You’re the engineer…”

The bonfire shifted, sending a huge wave of sparks and embers up into the night sky, swirling up into the air on the currents of the heat and the smoke.  Like a flock of birds, released from a cage.

After some minutes, Rick cleared his throat, spoke again.

“I missed her birthday.  He took them to Disney World.”  Rick hadn’t been “allowed” to see Beth on her birthday.  Diane’s boyfriend had taken them out of town for the entire week, to Florida.

“Yeah, I remember that, that she pulled that on you, with him.  What’s his name?  Greg?”  The name had significance for Harley as well.  It was the name of his Diane’s lover.  The one who drove the crotch rocket and killed them both, along with Harley’s hopes for a family and a future...

“Yeah.  F-F-Fuckin’ Gregory the Great.  St. Fuckin’ Gregory…”  Rick’s voice was bitter with anger and disappointment.

Turned out, Diane had been seeing Greg behind his back for three years.  Fucking bitch.  Her parents had met him long before, thought he hung the moon.  Took care of Beth on all those long weekends that she was supposedly visiting them, but instead had been going off with that fuckwad.  She’d been planning to leave Rick.  She was just working up the courage to do it.  Coming home to an empty house and finding the two used whiskey glasses on the coffee table was all the impetus she needed.

Now, after hearing Harley’s story about his Diane, Rick wondered if his Diane new who Beth’s real father was…   But, no.  Rick reconsidered.  Just spend five minutes with that child and anyone could tell.  She was all him.  All Rick.  In temperament, intelligence… She even had his piercing blue eyes.  Only in her they were still innocent and trusting, full of love and adoration when she looked up at him.

He wondered how long that love and adoration would last.

Last week Diane married Greg, less than a week after their divorce was final, and he immediately moved into their house.  Her house, he reminded himself.  Rick had made good on his promise to give her the house.  It just sucked ass that she’d brought another man in so soon after he’d left.

And just like that, Beth had a new daddy.

It had hurt.  He didn’t want to admit it.  He had been trying his best to keep the marriage going, wondering why she was drifting away from him, emotionally.  Turns out she’d fucking drifted off completely, unmoored herself from their little harbor and headed straight out to sea.  Without a backwards look.

He’d been so concerned about Beth’s welfare and well-being.  Was willing to keep working at that dull, boring firm, just so she’d have health benefits and so he could save for her college.  Then Greg stepped in and took over, took all his hopes for any remaining semblance of a family away from him...

Harley sat in the firelight and silently watched him out of the corner of his eye.  It was going to take Rick awhile to get over it.  Losing his family out of the blue like this.  Harley could relate.  He was patient.

He got up from the lawn chair, started walking towards the house.

“Wh-Where’re you off to?”

“Gotta take a leak.”

“Well, just go, off behind the shop, like I just did…”

“Nah, man.  I’m gonna get something.  Show you something.”

He returned a few minutes later with an acoustic guitar, holding it by its neck.  He sat down, took a healthy swig of beer, then slipped the strap over his head and sat back in the chair.  He strummed experimentally a few times, tuning the guitar.  Then started playing.

He played a classical guitar song, something that sounded Spanish.  The melody was somewhat melancholic, fitting Rick’s mood.  Not too intricate or fast-paced.  Just a gentle song.  The notes seemed to hang over them before drifting up into the night sky to float away with the smoke and embers from the bonfire.

The song ended and the two sat in silence, the crackling of the flames and the calling of the frogs and night insects were the only sounds around them.

Rick cleared his throat, his voice hoarse with emotion.  “Th-Th-That was beautiful, Papi.  Play something else…”

He slid down in the lawn chair, his long legs sprawled out in front him.  He leaned his head back, resting it against the back of the chair, and drank beer and listened while Harley played.  He stared sightlessly at the fire as tears streamed unchecked down his cheeks.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rickcest #OC Rick #harley rick #Rick's Texas Chick #fan fiction