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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅

Summary: you moved into a new neighborhood. Your neighborhood grew closer to you and you both starts to flirt with each other. It leads to you both sleeping together

Genre: smuts

Warning: NSFW, thigh ridding, lots of tongue in the kissing, sexual talking, porn with a plot? Starts fluff ends smut. Kinda implied

Pairing: Chris Evans x neighbor reader

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission

Read at your own risk! At least 16+

You placed the last box on the ground shutting the door of your car. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you looked over at your New home. You had just closed on it and it was exciting. You never thought you'll be able to buy such an amazing place, in an amazing neighborhood but here you were.

You picked up the box and began carrying it to the front door. As you walked up the stone steps you can see a man in the yard of the house next door with his dog. You looked over at him, he smiled and waved. He seem really nice.

You walked into the house placed your stuff on the floor in the foyer before walking back outside. You were going to greet home, you really needed a good relationship with neighbors especially since you're new to the neighborhood.

You walked through the lawn and stopped at your property lines. "Hi." Chris without hesitation walked over to you. "Hi, I see you're new here."

"yeah, I am. I'm y/n." You stuck out your hand giving him a bright smile. Chris stuck out his and shook your hand. "I'm Chris nice to meet you."

You nodded. "Ok well I'm going to go and put my things away. It was very nice meeting you."

you turned to leave, but Chris stopped you. He took a deep breath as you Turned around. "Yes."

"I was wondering if you wanna come over for a drink? Nothing weird just to welcome you into the neighborhood."

You chuckled softly making Chris question himself. Did you have a boyfriend? Did he jump to fast? Did he ruin this moment? His mind was racing in those few seconds and it was only cut off when you spoke.

"uh sure. Where do we meet?" "Uh in my backyard." Chris said happily. "Just come through the gate. 6?"

You nodded. "Alright sounds like a plan. I'll see you there." You waved goodbye to him before you made your way inside. Chris stood in the yard a little longer happy with himself over what he accomplished.

Around 5: 30 you got yourself ready. You didn't want it to seem like you were impressing or trying to dress nicely for him so you stuck on a graphic tee and some jeans with holes in them.

You grabbed your phone just in case before you walked over to Chris' house. It was starting to get dark out, but the lights from Chris' backyard lit up the place enough.

You softly sighed as you pushed the gate door open. You walked further into the backyard, you weren't going to deny your heart was racing as you got closer.

As you fully reached the backyard you can see Chris standing on his patio a beer in his hand. When he saw you he smiled. "Hey you made it." He walked over to you and hugged you.

"of course I did I live next door." Chris snickered at your sarcasm. "Alright do you a beer or some water?"

You walked over to seating area where Chris had a few lit candles for more light. "Uh beers fine." You said as you sat down.

Chris went inside and grabbed a beer from the fridge before returning to the patio. He handed it to you before sitting in the chair beside you. "So how are you?"

"I'm fine. Really exhausted from moving but I'm happy I'm here." Chris nodded humming. "Yeah. So are you from the Boston area?"

You were quick to shake your head. "No, I'm from California actually. I moved and because it's more calmer here on the east coast."

Chris agreed with you. He could definitely understand where you were coming from. "So.. what do you do?" You asked taking a sip of your beer.

"I'm a actor. You may have seen me in some movies, you may haven't I don't know." Chris chuckled lowly as he sipped his drink.

"Yeah I think I have, but I don't remember the movie." "Maybe captain America..?" Chris gave you wiggly eyebrows. "oh wait yes." It started to dawn on you he was the one and only captain America. "Hm Chris Evans?"

Chris nodded. He started smiling as you realized who he was. "You got it correct."

"that's pretty cool." You laughed and drunk your beer, all of it. Chris watched as you placed the empty bottles on the side table. He was kinda shocked with how fast you finished, he didn't expect it, but it was such a turn on to him.

"you want another beer?" Turning to him you shook your head. "No, I'm fine thanks." Chris nodded softly.

You both talked a little bit more before you started to notice it was getting pretty late out. You decided it was time to head home despite not wanting to leave.

You thanked Chris for his warm welcome before you made your way home. As you got in bed that night you started to think about how this move was a good idea. Not only for yourself but because you had a hot, sexy, neighbor that was kind as fuck.

As weeks went you and Chris grew closer together. He invited you over often. You both had a beer or two and talked. You noticed Chris grew flirty with you, you couldn't help Flirting back with him.

After a month of moving in you and Chris were close as fuck. It was no longer a platonic thing between the two of you, it was sexual tension. Chris wanted nothing more than to make you his and watch you breathless under him.

To cut the tension you decided it was time to act up and what I mean by act up I mean tease Chris.

Around 4pm you made your way over to Chris' place. You had on a short skirt and a button up shirt with no bra. You knocked on the door and waited for Chris to answer. A few seconds flew by before Chris answered. "Y/n, what's up."

"hi, I just wanted to come over and give you company." Chris nodded. "Ok, come in then." He moved out of the way letting you in. You walked through the house to the living room. You took a seat on the couch, Chris sat down beside you. He noticed your short skirt and tight, braless button up. It made his cock twitch in his pants just thinking about it.

"what do you want to watch?" He asked grabbing the remote. "Um whatever you want I'm fine with." "Alright."

Chris clicked on Rick and Morty. You both watched in silence. Chris peering over at you every few minutes didn't go unnoticed by you at all. You could see his cock straining against his pants and honestly it looked painful.

Now it was your time to act. You took your hand and placed it on Chris' thigh. you can feel him tense up under your hand. you looked over at him. "is there something wrong?"

chris looked over at you. "I know what youre doing y/n."

You decided to play dumb. "What do you mean?"

Chris crawled. His warm hand came to your thigh and pulled you onto his legs in one swift movement. You looked down at him, You can feel your panties soaking as you felt Chris hard against you.

"you know what you're doing." Chris placed his hand on your waist. "And I think it's time you do what you want to do."

Chris gripped your chin and kissed you. The kiss was rough making you moan. His tongue slipped into your mouth colliding with yours.

You began to move your hips against his thighs. You moaned taking hold of the couch behind you for leverage. Chris pulled away looking down between you both.

"fuck your so wet. Soaking my pants baby." You groaned throwing your head back. The feeling of his pants against your core made you grow closer to your high.

"you're close huh?" Chris gripped your jaw making you look at him. "So fucking dirty. You're going to cum for me?"

"yes." Your voice came out shakey. You keep moving your core against his thigh. Before you knew it you were cumming. You wailed into Chris' ear. Tingles ran through your Body as your orgasm ripped through your body.

When you came down from your high you looked at Chris. "You done?" He asked with a smirk. You laughed, "yeah."

"Chris brushed his finger over your cheeks l. "Well I don't think you're really Done. How about we go to the bedroom?" Chris lips brushed against yours. You hummed. "I think that's a good idea." You kissed him before getting up from your seat His lap. Chris got up and pulled you to his bedroom for a ton of fun.

Ok I'm done

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagines #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine

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eternallyother · 2 years

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hey! could we get a recipe kit request for our morty (rick and morty) fictive? y’dont need to know anything about his source, but he’s looking for like. alien, odd inhuman type foods- or the exact opposite, purely american kid comfort foods. preferably odd inhuman alien type foods. we like cheese flavours, citrus flavours, and we’re pretty. meateating. preferably stuff that doesn’t require too much work to make (we’re dorm cooking). sry if this is too specific and hard to work with, 0 pressure just have fun. thank u!!!!

I have two recipes for you, Morty!

Microwave Bacon Mac 'n Cheese

Foreword: You can totally replace the cheese sauce recipe with a canned/jarred cheese sauce if need be to save dishes/ingredients! I'm making these recipes with a college type budget in mind, but I dunno how much space you may have, and I am operating under the assumption that you have a microwave available. This recipe in particular is more like an actual mac n cheese, but can be swapped for easy mac in a pinch.

Ingredients:

1/2 cup of macaroni pasta (dry)

Water

2 tbsp butter

2 tbsp flour

1 cup of milk/cream

1 and 1/2 cups of cheese

Salt, pepper, and ceyenne/hot sauce to taste

Bacon bits

Directions:

Put macaroni in a bowl, and cover with water

Put macaroni in microwave for 10-11 minutes (or until consistency is to your liking.) Drain out the water, saving about 1 tbsp.

For cheese sauce, melt butter in a bowl, then add flour. Heat in 30 second intervals, mixing between heating, until the flour smell dissipates.

Add the milk gradually, heating in 30 second intervals and mixing as well. The roux and milk should combine to be a thicker sauce. Feel free to add your seasoning now.

Add all that cheese and heat until melted, still stirring. Also add your reserved pasta water.

Mix your sauce and macaroni together and top with bacon bits.

Serve and enjoy!

Out of This Earth Charcuterie

Foreword: I was struggling a bit with an alien-like food that 1) isn't the cheesy kids party "alien foods" and 2) is easy to make, so this is gonna mostly just be prep work that can create a little platter of foods that can be more odd looking at first glance. I tried to lean into the citrus and meat a bit here!

Ingredients:

A pomegranate

Stuffed olives (I recommend either pimento stuffed green olives, garlic stuffed olives, or feta stuffed olives)

A grapefruit

A blood orange

Prosciutto

Salami

Cheese of choice (I recommend sharp cheddar)

Directions:

Peel your grapefruit and blood orange, but don't bust them open. I stead, slice like you would a lemon slice for a drink, so they form circles.

Crack open your pomegranate (you can keep it together, cuz pomegranate already looks a bit more odd, or you can bust it open in a bowl/sink full of water to easily get all the seeds out with less mess).

With the prosciutto and salami, use a shot glass and layer the meats along the rim, moving inwards, to form lil meat flowers.

Slice your cheese into whatever shapes you like! You can use cookie cutters or free hand some shapes; whatever gives you the most space/otherworldly sort of feel.

Plate it all on a serving plate, cutting board, whatever you have on hand (you can use a lil bowl for the olives).

Serve and enjoy!

I hope you enjoy these recipes!

Mod Angel

(P.S: I know your Morty is a fictive, but I'm putting all the usual 'kin tags for exposure! If you want the 'kin tags removed, lemme know!)

#mod angel #otherhearted #otherkin #fictionkin #alterhuman #fictive #rick and morty #rick and morty fictive #morty fictive #mortykin #fictive recipes #fictionkin recipes

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dascarecrow · 3 years

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Space Jam A New Legacy Wishlist

This here’s a list of properties and characters that I want to see in Space Jam A New Legacy and some explanation as to why or how they can even appear. And I am well aware these would just be cameos. That doesn’t bother me.

RWBY (Warner does in fact own RoosterTeeth and RWBY is just about their most well known original work. Plus Warner seems to have some interest in expanding the RWBY brand, what with a Justice League crossover comic and all)

Mortal Kombat (Owned by Warner and if they’re willing to include the Droogs and freaking Pennywise this franchise has no reason not to appear. Plus it is getting a movie and cross promotion never hurt anyone)

Birdman (There are already Hanna-Barbera super heroes appearing and this one is a personal favorite of mine)

Mightor (Again with the Hanna-Barbera superheroes)

Jonny Quest (Hanna-Barbera and honestly has gotten a bit more of a push in recent years than most of that brand has gotten)

Speed Buggy (They got Jabberjaw so why not)

Freakazoid (The only one of Spielberg’s 90′s cartoons that isn’t up for a reboot. Also it got a crossover episode with Teen Titans Go so it clearly isn’t forgotten)

Beetlejuice (I just like Beetlejuice)

Loonatics Unleashed (I actually enjoyed this show. It wasn’t groundbreaking but it was a pretty fun superhero show that tried to put an original spin on the Looney Tunes. I would just like to see an appearance by them that wasn’t a potshot)

Xiaolin Showdown (This was actually a pretty decent show that seems forgotten nowadays. Would be nice to see something to show it isn’t forgotten.)

Teen Titans (The original cartoon. I just want something for Teen Titans that doesn’t remotely involve Go at this point)

Swat Kats (This is definitely a fan favorite that has gotten jack squat done for it for years. Would be nice if this is where they made a return for a quick moment)

Road Rovers (A personal favorite of mine and also Warner Bros. Would be hilarious if they met the Swat Kats)

Ricochet Rabbit (A personal favorite Hanna-Barbera character of mine)

Venture Bros. (Got screwed over big time with it’s cancellation. An appearance could be a good way of saying “No Hard Feelings”. Also makes the most sense for anything from Adult Swim appearing because they aren’t going to do the HB revamp stuff from Coast to Coast or Attorney at Law for that)

TOM from Toonami (Would just make my day if I’m being honest)

Tom and Jerry (We’ve never actually seen those guys with other Hanna-Barbera characters. Would like to see it happen.)

Lego (I would take anything for this one given how much Warner Bros. has done with Lego media. My personal choice would be Bionicle given that it was hands down Lego’s best franchise but I don’t know if they could legally do that. There were plans for Takanuva in The Lego Movie sequel so it may be impossible.)

Captain Planet (Would just be fun. Especially if he met Don Cheadle’s character face to face)

Big Bird (Just want a Sesame Street character and he’s my choice)

Sam and Dean Winchester (Supernatural got 15 seasons. I think their popularity speaks for itself)

The Banana Splits (This is Hanna-Barbera’s only real stab at live action work. They deserve a spot for that alone)

Godzilla (The Monsterverse is on an upswing after GvK. Plus Kong will appear. Plus it’s Godzilla and we would be there just for him)

Osmosis Jones (If you want a real obscure pick here’s one)

Rick and Morty (The biggest deal on Adult Swim. Need I say more?)

Powerpuff Girls (Due for a live action show. If any Cartoon Cartoons get chosen it would be this one)

Samurai Jack (Still freaking popular with folks. Would drive all of us insane)

Courage the Cowardly Dog (My personal favorite Cartoon Cartoon)

Ed, Edd, n Eddy (Would just be fun)

Johnny Bravo (Very popular Cartoon Cartoon)

Dexter’s Laboratory (Same as above)

Cow and Chicken (Ditto)

I Am Weasel (Michael Dorn would be a good win for the movie)

The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy (Just think of the jokes this one could be used for)

Codename Kids Next Door (Really just want to see these characters again)

Gremlins (Due for an HBO Max cartoon so why not)

Adventure Time (Started the Renaissance age for Cartoon Network so it deserves a spot for that)

He-Man (If Thundercats have gotten in than he deserves to too)

Steven Universe (A personal favorite and Warner Bros isn’t done with the property yet)

Regular Show (The chance to see Mordecai and Rigby’s “Whoa” is too good to pass up)

Young Justice (Love this show. Greg Weisman is the genius who gave it to us. And Phantoms is still a ways off)

Mucha Lucha (Pretty off-kilter and could be a visual stand out)

Speed Racer (I am pretty sure that Warner Bros. has the rights licensed out like the deal they have with Godzilla. I just think it would be fun and awesome)

#Space Jam A New Legacy #Just some craziness I had to write down

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embracethecringeside · 4 years

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Not sure if anyone is actually reading this fanfiction but I have an update! Woo!

Okay so chapter two is technically shorter than chapter one but not by a lot, lmao. So this one is a lot more exposition, since chapter one did not explain much and it focuses a lot more on different Mortys. I’m hoping for future reference to just focus on a few at a time rather than a big group so I can really set up each one as an individual rather than just a “Morty”.

Chapter one is here at fanfiction.net and here at ao3 but you really don’t have to read it to understand this chapter.

I also put this chapter, chapter 2 here at fanficiton.net and here at ao3.

This is 4,803 words and I simply titled it The Arrival because I cannot title things to save my life.

The Arrival

When a particularly over friendly Morty had told a bunch of Mortys to meet him at the Creepy Morty during the presidential speech, they had expected more of a party. Like a watch party where they could all watch the stream and support their president. But it didn’t seem like the place was ready for a party, or really any kind of social gathering. No decorations, no streamers, no confetti, not even any balloons. The harsh flickering lights overhead revealed that the room was grimy and unkept and none of the TV screens were even on. The air held a smell, like a refrigerator that hadn’t been cleaned in months. And most importantly none of them could see any food out, so it definitely couldn’t be any kind of party.

Or maybe the biggest indicator that this was no party and they had been tricked was that there were two Ricks there with all of them. One Rick dressed in a police officer uniform stood guard at the entrance, hands behind his back, carefully scanning the room. The other Rick the Mortys recognized as the one that ran the Morty Daycare, and he was leaning up against the back wall, arms crossed, with an impatient look on his face.

It was hard to say what the clue that tipped them off was, but most of them had a gut feeling that they had gotten themselves into some sort of trouble. Some were just confused. But the vibes in the room made them all feel uneasy.

When a portal opened up next to Storage Rick, all he said was, “Alright come on,” and made a casual buzz off motion. As though they were going to just waltz through the portal to who knows where? He was crazy if he thought that would work. Oh well, okay of course he was crazy, all Ricks were but if he thought they were that stupid he had another thing coming. One Morty was about to take the bait but was stopped by another, who sighed and shook his head.

“I-I-I don’t-urp- don’t have all night, come on.”

The one blocking the exit found his voice. “Morty, he’s just messing with you, really it’s okay. We’re taking all of you somewhere safe. I promise. You have to trust me.”

“I don’t have to trust jack!”

A few of them tried to rush the cop and burst out the entrance, but the doors were shut hard and fast, and no amount of pushing, shoving, or slamming his small spaghetti noodle strength against them did any good.

They must have been taking too long, because the portal closed.

“Ugh,” Storage Rick groaned, “This is taking forever. Why can’t it ever be easy with you dingbats? J-j-just walk through the damn portal! That-that’s all we’re asking you to do. Y-y-you’re a real- a real piece of work Morty.”

“O-oh? L-l-like you’re so easy to deal with Rick?” “Y-yeah R-rick you’re no- no picnic either!” “Why would we walk through some portal with you?” “Just look-look what happened last time we did that!”

Another portal opened in place of the last one.

One Morty that was feeling particularly brave, got up on one of the tables and tried to attract attention to himself. “Guys, guys!”

“What?”

“W-w-ell, I-I think we should, go with them.”

“Why?” “W-why should we?” “Are-are you crazy?” “No! No way!”

“B-because th-this sucks! I hate it here, we all hate it here, and-and I don’t think whatever is on the other side of that portal could be any worse than this!” he gestured vaguely in front of him.

“Uh, y-you mean the building?” “Don’t-don’t knock my business.”

He sighed, exasperated with himself. Himselves. “What? No! Like-like everything is terrible! And he,” Morty pointed to the one in uniform,”he said he wants to help us.”

“He’s a Rick” “He’s lying” “He’s a liar”

He hopped down from the table and walked with purpose in every step and brought himself closer and closer until he was bathed in the green light. “Frankly, I-I don’t care! I-I see that portal and I see a chance to leave and I’m taking it!” With that he marched forward right through the portal.

And it wasn’t long before he came back, but with a big smile on his face. “Guys come on, you gotta see what’s through here!”

Linking hands with one Morty led to him grabbing another Morty’s hand until the room was one long hand holding chain of Mortys, and the first one took the initiative to fling himself back into the portal, and the enersa pushed the rest of them with him, falling through one after another like dominos. Once they had clamored off of each other and got up they were surprised to see that they were just in a house.

A normal looking house at that.

The odd part? Was the Rick, that most of them had heard their Ricks refer to as Doofus Rick, stood there with a big smile to greet them.

“Alright, that-that’s it. That’s all of ‘em.” Storage Rick announced as he and Cop Rick walked in as the portal closed.

“Welcome Morty! Or I-I suppose I should say Mortys plural since there are more than one of you,” He fumbled his greeting every time, a mix of excitement and nerves kept him from being confident in what to say. “I’m Rick J-19-Zeta-7, but uh,” he sighed in defeat, “you-you can call me Doof.”

There were a few Mortys that awkwardly waved back at him, but most of them were just looking around, confused by everything.

“W-we all have stupid names, you think I like being known as Storage Rick?”

“If you would like, you can call me Cop.”

“W-w-why? T-theres no nuance or thought to it, it’s just your occupation being used as a name. It doesn’t even roll off the tongue. It’s stupid. Doof, Cop, and Storage, the fucking-’

“Language,”

“The fucking dwarves that didn’t make it into Snow White because their names were so ricdicously stupid.”

Cop crossed his arms and shot Storage a look that politely told him to shut up, then nodded to Doof to indicate that he should keep going.

“S-so the first thing we need to do is just run some diagnostics, update any of the vaccines that you may need, and even though I tend to give them out in the morning I will give you your vitamins as well.”

“L-let’s begin shall we? House could y-”

“Yes, I know what to do.”

When the house spoke, most of them jumped right out of their skin. They weren’t sure how but it was like the walls, the ceiling, the embodiment of the house itself had a voice. It sounded a little familiar and it was unsettling.

“Y-your- uh, your house just-”

“W-w-why does your house talk?”

“I-I knew something was going to- going to be wrong here!”

“Aw geez.”

Storage Rick laughed at their expense.

"I-It gets them every time!"

"Don't worry Morty, it's only the artificial intelligence Doof's installed in his house. It's supposed to talk, it's a lot like non-corporational Alexa or Google Home."

"Y-Yes, exactly, you can ask her anything from anywhere while you're inside. Well, unless, uh, not-not if you're in the bathroom. She can't detect you in there."

They were asked to move down through the hall single file and after being scanned, poked, pricked, and prodded by mechanical arms, Doofus Rick each individual a little cup full of a viscous highlighter orange liquid that smelled like the peel of an orange and tasted like sidewalk chalk. “S-sorry about the impromptu check up, we just need to make sure we keep you all healthy.”

Doof had called for them all to make themselves at home in the living room which was rather spacious, but Morty wasn't so sure it was big enough for all of them. For the most part, it looked rather plain. A couch against the back wall, loveseat along the other, and a recliner across from that, all matching, as though a part of a set. Same for the coffee table and end tables. The walls had built-in shelves filled with books, and a few potted plants. No TV to speak of, but there was a screen in front of the room that didn't appear to be attached to anything with text that was too small to decipher from far away. Plus, all three Ricks were gathered in front, obstructing their view, so there really was no hope of trying to read it anyway.

Some sitting, some standing, all the new Mortys waited for Rick, any of them to start talking. Doofus Rick turned and smiled at them.

“S-so I suppose I-I should start by welcoming you all to your new home! I-I real-really hope you like living here!” Morty didn’t have anything to say apparently, so he continued on. “T-the hard part is over, and now we can talk about the fun stuff, like, designing your bedrooms. And of course choosing what the other Mortys have decided to call their “Public Identities”. M-many of you will be living here, h-however people in my dimension are not aware that the multiverse theory is more than a theory, s-so we have to ask you to make personas you’ll use when you leave the house. But of-of course, I-I think it’s much easier to show you what I mean r-rather than try to explain it.”

“W-wait, what-what do you mean we’ll be living here?”

“Y-yeah, can-can’t you just send us to our dimensions?” “I miss my parents.” “Aw geez, me too.”

“I want to go home.” “I miss Summer.”

Gosh darn, he thought he could avoid having this conversation if he ploughed through everything as fast as possible. “Oh Morty, of-of course I-I understand you’re homesick b-but I-”

“L-look kid, if we could just send you back where you came from and n-never see your neckless mugs again we would.”

“T-that was actually the original plan. This was- my house was meant to be m-more of a waiting station while we prepared to bring you home.”

“It seems as though we’ve hit a snag, and we must ask that you stay here instead.” Cop completed the thought for Doof.

“A snag?”

“He means there- we have a problem.”

Morty sighed in frustration. “I knew what he meant. I just want to know what the problem is.”

Doof ran a hand through his bowl cut, “I-I just, oh gosh, I don’t know how to say it.”

“Y-you don’t have families to go back to M-morty, someone or something is traveling between dimensions and killing them. It-it’s brutal and we don’t know who-”

“W-Why-”

“Or how. But do not fret, we will discover who is responsible and bring them to justice.” Cop had this determination in his voice that was almost convincing.

“S-so,” Doof clapped his hands together, no longer wishing to continue that particular conversation, “Now we can- we will visit some of the Mortys that already live here.”

He had them follow him through the dining room. It was almost as boring as the living room, with a table and chairs as most dining rooms would have, but there was one thing that was eye-catching. Next to the sliding door that doubled as a window there was a display case with a tea set inside, but it didn’t look like any fine china that they had seen before. That wasn’t a bad thing, the kettle, cups, and plates all seemed to be made expertly but each piece was so different and colorful but they all still looked like they were meant to be together.

Glancing over the kitchen, which like the other rooms was big, big enough to have an island, all they saw were things like cupboards, drawers, a fridge, an oven, just normal kitchen stuff, nothing of interest at all. Nothing bright or fun, it all just looked well organized and practical. However, it smelled amazing, reminding them of how hungry they really were.

“H-hey, come-come on, we don’t have all night, chop chop.” Storage snapped, motioning for the boys to follow him and the other two Ricks towards the door to the left of the refrigerator. All that did was bring them to a garage. Or at least that was what they thought, until Doof pressed on one of the bricks on the wall and it opened up like an elevator door, even with a soft little “ding, once the doors were completely open. That was when they realized it wasn’t like an elevator, it was an elevator. A huge elevator.

“I-I think we can all fit!” Doof called, already in the back.

“Squeeze in and make room, or I will make you,” Storage threatened.

Cop waited until he was sure everyone had made it in before stepping inside. “It might be a little tight but you probably won’t all be taking it all at the same time again.” He went ahead and decided they would go down just one floor, all they needed were a few examples. The elevator gave them a smooth ride, but they could feel the pull of gravity as the elevator moved downward.

Since everyone else was being too sheepish to ask, one Morty asked, “W-w-where are we going?”

“S-stop asking so many questions.”

“Storage, Morty can ask as many questions as he wants.”

When the doors opened again, they all shuffled out into a long hallway with twelve doors total, six on each side, and what looked like bathrooms at the end. It looked like a college dorm.

“Since you’ll be living here, I, uh just thought it-it would be- I thought we could show you what your bedrooms could be like. W-we make each floor plan the same, each room is 11’X12’ and of-of course that-that doesn’t include the 5’X5’ closet space. Then each room has a bed, nightstand, a dresser, and a desk for schoolwork. But from there,” a smile spread across his face and there was a sparkle in his eyes, “You get to decide what you want your room to be! And-and,” he was so excited he seemed to be having trouble forming words, “We’ll show you.”

He knocked to the tune of, “Shave and a Haircut” on one door and it swung open almost immediately. But that room didn’t look like the room he had just described. Well, maybe it was the size Doof had mentioned, Morty was never sure how to measure distances, but it had none of the furniture he mentioned and it was filled with art supplies. Shelves and shelves of things like sketch books, art how to guides, art history books, canisters filled with pencils, pens, markers, colored pencils, and paint brushes. One wall was only different types of paint, oil, water color, pastels, acrylic, each with its own rainbow of color to choose from. An artist’s desk sat in the corner with a stack of papers on top, and a stack of blank canvases on the floor, and a pile of painted canvases next to those, and in the center of the room was an easel with the canvas facing toward the best part of the room, the window. The entirety of the back wall of the room was an impressively crystal clear window, overlooking a garden, bringing in beautiful streams of golden light showering the entire room.

“H-hi Artist Morty, is it alright if we show the new Morty’s your room?”

“Oh-oh of course, come in!” The paint splattered boy grabbed Rick’s arm and pulled him in. “I-I need more eyes on my latest project. I’m trying something new, it-it’s rather abstract.”

Doof appreciated art, but he had difficulty understanding or putting his own meaning to it, so he just looked at it objectively and tried to offer compliments that way. This had lots of green swirls in the background, with floating blue triangles and yellow orbs in it’s mist. “I like the contrasting colors, it’s visually compelling.”

A Morty in a purple shirt walked up behind them “I-I know this feeling, this-this is that feeling you get when you walk through a portal.”

Artist Morty was very excited someone understood his art, even if it was, well, himself.

“H-hey, are-aren’t you worried about getting paint everywhere?” Morty asked, realizing there was nothing covering the floor to protect it.

“Nope! N-nothing stains, not-not even my clothes!”

“Oh yes, I-I was very careful to make everything stain resistant for you guys.”

One Morty who was always a little cold couldn’t help but feel drawn to the window, enjoying the warmth he could feel radiating from the sun. Something about it was off, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.

Suddenly they heard music, generic electro dance pop to be exact, crashed in like a wave, drawing Doof and the new Mortys back into the hall. Storage Rick was standing next to the door that was the source of the music, which was a dark room, illuminated by rave lights, and a floor divided into big square tiles, that each lit up a different color as the Morty in cut off jean shorts moved across them. He had been so caught up in his own enjoyment that he hadn’t realized he had gathered an audience.

“Yeah! Fuck it up Good Time Morty!” Storage Rick shouted, but it was hard to tell if it was in earnest or in jest. The Morty inside didn’t seem to mind either way, continuing to dance his cares away even after seeing the crowd gathered in the doorway.

After Storage shut the door, they noticed they couldn’t hear any noise at all, even though they knew his music was overwhelmingly loud. “T-the best part, all of these rooms? Completely soundproof.”

“W-woah I-I liked his room, it looked like fun,” the Morty still dressed in 2018 New Years garb spoke up.

“Oh gee, I-I don’t know, it-it was a little overwhelming.”

Cop thought for a second, and he knew which Morty’s room would be nice and calm, and a good demonstration of what they could really do with a room. He knocked three times and a Morty with long, shoulder length locks and a tie-dyed shirt opened up the door.

“Rick, what's up man?”

“Hippie Morty, would it be alright if we showed the new Mortys your room?”

“Of course, come on in, it-its not my room, no one can own a room. Ownership means nothing man, that-thats how they get you. How the man keeps you down.”

When he opened the door and let them in, the Mortys weren’t so sure if it was a room at all because, well, as far as they could tell they were outside. Long lush green grass covering the ground, trees and flowers in the distance, and a big endless sky without a cloud in sight. Stars shined down through the deep rich navy night and a crescent moon beamed down. However, the glow of the fire he had going was the brightest thing in the, uh, space. A slight breeze brushed past all of them.

“H-howdy sheriff.” A Morty dawning a ten gallon hat was sitting on the ground behind the fire and leaned over so he could get a peak at Rick and the new Morty.

“Good evening Cowboy Morty, I almost didn’t see you there.” he went ahead and took a seat next to him.

Quick to notice the watch still on Hippie Morty’s arm Doofus Rick prompted, “D-do you think you could show your “Public Identity” to the new guys if you aren’t too busy?”

“Sure man, h-hold on.” After twisting the face of the watch he was wearing left, right, left again, he suddenly shapeshifted, which almost looked frightening in the firelight. He became taller, lankier, his hair changed to a sandy blonde, he had some scraggly facial hair on his chin, an actual neck, wore baggy jeans and an oversized tie-dyed hoodie. “S-see?” he spoke, but the voice was no longer one of a Morty. “Like, I made mine an extension of my very essence.” With that he twisted the watch and switched himself back.

Storage said, “W-we made the watches based on the one from that m-movie Megamind. D-does that scan? Y-you guys know that movie?”

Most of them nodded.

“We did make a few changes, however, we made it so the voice changed with the disguise, and made it so you could lock it in so it couldn’t be bumped and changed by accident.” Cop explained.

“W-what are you two up to, are-are we interrupting?” Doof asked, being the last one to move his way in, being sure to close up the door again so the ambiance wasn’t ruined by the fluorescent light of the hall.

“No, no, don’t worry we’re just vibing.”

“Reminiscin’.”

Storage Rick shook his head and sat down. “Just-just sitting around the fire? R-really? I’ll tell you what were going to do, w-were going to take advantage of this creepy ass atmosphere, and I’m going to retell a famous horror story.”

“Y-you’re going to tell us a story?”

“T-this isn’t a nice story M-morty. And I’m not telling it verbatim, I-I’m only summing it up for you. Now shut up, sit on the fake grass, and listen. It-it’s called The Veldt.”

“By Ray Bradbury? Oh that-that’s a good one.” Doof smiled as he settled in next to the Mortys.

Cop squinted at him and furrowed his brow in suspicion. “Huh, how relevant.”

“Quiet. This family had a house that could do anything. It-it did everything for them and the parents became lazy, useless, wastes of space, while the children turned into s-spoiled little monsters. The nursery was built so it could show anything they could possibly ask for with screens making up all the surfaces of the room. A lot like the room we’re in right now.”

“Wait, Rick, are-are you saying all of this, these-these are just screens?”

Storage threw up his hands. “O-of course they are, did-did you think that we just magically ended up outside?”

“I-I think the story describes it as crystals installed in the walls,” Doof interjected.

“A-anyway,” Choosing to ignore the correction, he continued. “One day the parents discovered the children had been f-focusing on Africa a little too much. Watching lions eat their prey. S-since that-that’s pretty fucked up, they asked a psychologist what it meant, who told them they sucked at being parents. The house provided for the children and was replacing them as the caretaker. Which meant their kids were going absolutely batshit insane l-losing touch with reality, with their humanity. Something was off about that nursery too, n-not only did the African veldt look and feel too realistic for comfort, b-but the father found a wallet of his all chewed up and covered in saliva.” The fire crackled as he took a pause for dramatic effect.

“W-When the parents threatened to turn off the house so they could all live like normal people, tie their own shoes, cook their own eggs, the children were pissed. They never had to lift a finger the way things were, and they were way too attached to the house. S-So you know what those rotten kids did?”

He scanned the room, but the Mortys only shook their heads.

“T-they locked their parents in the nursery!”

He was met by a bunch of blank stares.

“And?’

“What-what do you mean?”

“W-well, what happened to their parents?”

“T-the lions fucking ate them Morty. T-that’s it. That-that’s the story.”

“B-but the lions weren’t real, were they?”

Cop spoke up. “The lions weren’t supposed to be real, but the room was malfunctioning and the lions came to life.”

“O-or it was working too well.” Storage retorted.

“A-are you saying that could happen t-to us?” Glancing around the all too realistic outdoor setting.

Doof placed a hand on Morty’s head. “Oh no Morty, of course not! It’s only a story, these rooms are very safe, I-I promise.”

Hippie Morty, feeling somewhat nervous now, stood up and pressed a panel on the wall, and slowly the once robust landscape faded away and in its place was an ordinary bedroom. Except for the overly bright paint job, with harsh yellow, neon pink, and lime green in a spiral, matching the dye job on his shirt, the shag carpet was green, but no longer a beautiful grass green, but a pea green. His nightstand and desk both had a rough aesthetic and still had a fresh scent. The bedspread was just as bright as the walls but with a rainbow tie-dye job rather than just a few colors. One thing the Mortys were shocked to see still there was the fire.

“W-wait, you just-just have a fire going in here?” It seemed like the exact opposite of safe.

“No need to panic-” Cop couldn’t finish before Storage kicked over the shallow pan they had been utilizing as a fire pit, only for nothing to happen. The fire went out rather than spread. “Everything is fire retardant, just in case.”

Before they knew it, they were all being ushered back into the elevator and down even further. However, this time when they stopped, Cop asked for twelve of them to follow him, while the other eleven went down another level with Doof and Storage.

Cop Rick cleared his throat and stood tall and firm with his hands behind his back as he spoke. “This will be the floor you all live on, each room is fully furnished and we have provided clothing as well. Right now all of them are the same so it does not matter which one you choose, it will matter once you have finalized the design you would like, feel free to visit other Mortys and take your time deciding. Right now, we would like all of you to shower and change into clean clothes and meet us back upstairs afterwards. Any questions, comments, or scathing inditements?” Morty did not know what that last word meant, but he decided it was best to just go ahead and shower and change like he had been asked.

Who knew being clean could feel so good? Showering, actually showering with warm water and soap was so much better than being sprayed with icy water from a hose. He had forgotten what it was like. Same with wearing clean clothes. The yellow pajama top and bottoms he found laid out for him on his bed smelled fresh and were so soft. If Doof hadn’t told him there would be food waiting for him upstairs when he was ready, he could have fallen asleep right then.

Thank goodness he didn’t. He was starving, they all were. Salad, soup, dinner rolls, mashed potatoes, something called green bean casserole, an apple, and meatloaf as the entree, he ate it all with vigor. Morty wasn’t even sure he tasted any of it, he just faded in and out of consciousness as he gorged himself, only coming back to life to put more on his plate. Each of him ate that same way until every single edible thing Rick had placed on the table disappeared. Finally Doofus Rick gave them each a slice of chocolate cake. It was so rich in taste but light and airy in texture, maybe it was just that he couldn’t remember the last time he had dessert but it was possibly the best cake he had ever eaten.

“Rick- uh, Doof, did you make this cake yourself?”

“N-not just the cake Morty, I-I made everything myself.” He cheerfully answered. “I love cooking a-and baking.”

“Hey, m-me too! Y-you think I could help sometime?”

“Oh gosh sure if you want to Morty, tomorrow morning I’ll be up early making cinnamon rolls.”

“Holy shit-”

“Watch your profanity-” Cop started, but he caught himself, raising his unibrow and turning to Doof, “Wait did you say cinnamon rolls?”

“Y-yes, I figure it’s a special occasion, s-so I thought I-I should make my homemade cinnamon rolls.”

“Those are very good.”

“Oh man, y-you lucky bastards-”

“D-don’t feel left outI will make enough for everyone,” Doof couldn’t help but giggle at how excited they got over baked goods. “N-ow M-mortys, I do think it is time for you to go to bed, it is already late and you had a big day. We can- we could come down with you and tuck you in if you would like.”

All the Mortys were exhausted, and he could see it, especially now that they were clean and fed, all they wanted was to crawl into those full sized beds and pass out.

“N-no that-that’s okay.” “W-we got it.” “Thanks anyway.”

“I-” he yawned, “I can put myself to bed.”

“O-okay, well, goodnight, sleep tight. See you in the morning!”

#doofus rick #cop rick #storage rick #morty smith #rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #chapter 2!#pocket mortys #fanfiction

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This is older art that I finally finished (it was first made in September before Goretober and I finally finish it like 2 months later)

I’m choosing now to properly introduce these kids (and a new one too) as the “Multiple Dimentional Craze” fanchildren. (this is going to be a very long post)

Sapphire

Parents: Morty and Riley *oc* Full Name: Sapphire ‘June’ Smith Nicknames: Saphie Birthday: November 17 Age: 16 Species: Human Blood Type: A+ Height: 5′7ft Sexuality: Lesbian Personality: Rude, Courageous, Rebellious, Loyal, Hot-headed, Impatient, Intelligent, Arrogant, Protective, Honest (very brutally honest), prideful, strong, confident, leader-like Powers: N/A Family: Morty *Father*, Rylie *Mother* [Out of the picture], Rick *Great-Grandfather*, Beth *Grandmother*, Jerry *Grandfather* and Summer *Aunt* Friends: Monster, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Mars, Mercury, Bruno, Leah and Josie Dating: Mayflower Likes: Her girlfriend, stir fry, the color magenta, warm foods, science related subjects, math related subjects, cats, sweet and salty foods Dislikes: Emiko, Evelyn, Takei, Victor, London, Samara, Morty, Samantha, P.J, Lee- you know what she hates like ⅞ of my fanchildren we could be here all day if I had to list everyone she doesn’t like, rain, wet items, spicy foods, sour foods, chunky things- okay so she really doesn’t like a lot of things either (you get the point) Other Things: -Her hair is naturally blue, Morty was concerned that she was Rick’s kid (considering the reason why they had split up), but nope. Morty’s her Dad. -Her parents are separated (Her mother cheated on Morty with multiple people) -She doesn’t like most people (it’s considered an accomplishment if someone managed to get on her good list. Which is -by the way- very small) -She pretty much hates Morty, a lot. She has a lot of resentment towards him, mainly because she hasn’t seen her mother since she was 5. (While Morty wants to tell her that he had tried to get her mother to see her, her mother is pretty much a dead-beat parent who doesn’t give a flying fuck that her daughter exists. He knows Sapphire probably won’t believe him) -While they may be friends, Sapphire likes to pick on and bully Mars. But just because she likes to bully him, doesn’t mean she won’t beat up a person who makes fun of him (it’s like a sibling-love thing. Everyone who has a sibling here should know what I mean) -She looks up to Rick, much to her family’s (including Rick’s) dismay, she always wanted to go adventuring with him but he always declines (thus making her frustrated) -Sometimes will steal things from her Great-Grandfather without him knowing until she’s already gone with it (one of the normal things she usually steals is the portal gun -While most of her friends have powers, she’s not jealous, in fact that only makes her more confident in herself since she knows how strong she really is (thus making her even more scary knowing that she’s just as strong as her powerful friends) -She has a soft spot for her friends and girlfriend -There are very few people on her bad list that she respects (one for example being Takei) -She’s pretty well known around her school as a girl who never knows when to step down, the amount of fights she was in prove said statement She has known Pinecone and Pineneedle since they were babies, Mayflower and Monster since 5, Mars since 6, Bruno and Mercury since 7

Monster

Parents: Wirt and The Beast Full Name: Monster ‘Edelwood’ Oak Nicknames: Monty Birthday: January 31 Age: 15 Species: Demon/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′8ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Calm, Collected, Optimistic, Peaceful, Caring, Protective, Observant, Quiet, Diplomatic, Introverted, Fair-Minded Powers: +Plant Talk- Can talk to plants and understand what they’re saying +Nature control- Able to control any plant around her or even make pants appear out of nowhere +Shadow Camouflage- Using her shadow form, she can blend into any surface she so chooses as long as she doesn’t use it while in sunlight +Night vision- While using her real eyes, she can see clearly in the dark. It only works with her real eyes though, while in her human disguise she can’t see in the dark +Shape-shift- Whether it be in her human disguise or natural form, she can also turn into any animal she can think of +Enhanced smell- Can smell twice as good as a blood-hound. Helps when smelling for blood or souls +Angel’s Voice- Like with the beast, she can sing to draw prey towards her along with drain any bravery or hope from them +Underwater breathing- Can breathe underwater (she didn’t know she could until the age of 6 when Mars went out too far and nearly drowned. Wirt nearly had a heart-attack that day but was grateful she could do that) Family: Wirt *Father*, Beast *Father*, Sara *Step-mother*, Max *little half-brother*, Lantern *little half-sister*, Greg *Uncle* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Bruno, Mars, Mercury, Armory, Echomain Crush: Mars Likes: Tea, Poety, Nature, Music, Rivers, Exploring, Her Family and Friends, Old Things, Books, Walking through the woods, Singing, cold weather, English subjects, Art, Musicals Dislikes: Very hot weather, her friends/family getting injured, cheese (no one knows why, she just doesn’t like it), bright lights Other Things: -She’s carnivorous, won’t eat any plants unless she has to (a funny way to put it is that she’s like a reverse vegan) - Her favorite poet is Sara Teasdale - She got her love for poetry from Wirt, ever since she was a baby, Wirt would read poetry to her. Beast also would sometimes recite Shakespeare to her when she was a child while she visited him - She can easily retell Hamlet from memory word-for-word (she’s read and heard Shakespeare so many times that she can do that with any of his stories) - She’s in her school’s chorus (Known to be a very beautiful singer) - Her favorite type of music is Opera (no surprise there) - Once a week (sometimes two) every other month, she and Wirt would go visit the beast. Sara does know about this as she was there when the deal was first offered - She has never actually spent a halloween in the real world - Monster was born out of a giant flower - Sometimes out of habit from her demonic heritage, Monster will eat either a bird or small animal (Mayflower and Mars are the only ones who seem to freak out when that happens) - Has been playing Piano, cello, Clarinet and bass since she was little (she loves playing instruments) - Sometimes if she’s deep in thought, she’ll start talking in Shakespearean - Is an outcast at her school because people find her very weird with her personality and hobby with plants (Since she likes to whisper to them a lot). - - - - While Wirt may have reacted differently to a situation like hers, she doesn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. Nor does she acknowledge the insults other students will sometimes say about her. Sapphire on the other hand, has been in many fights because she refuses to let anyone bully her friend - Monster loves her half-siblings to death, she’ll do anything for them. Her brother Max sadly doesn’t like her since she gets most of Wirt’s attention - Her brother doesn’t know she’s not fully human, her sister on the other hand found out through her own ways (she’s very young so she’s fine with it, in fact she thinks Monster is cool and lucky to have powers as she wishes she had them too) -She’s mainly nocturnal, but since she can’t really sleep during the day often either, her body luckily managed to readjust itself so she doesn’t need to sleep often. - She doesn’t really express much inner emotions, so it’s not obvious that she has a crush on Mars (only people who know are Sapphire and Mayflower) - Has known Pinecone and Pineneedle since they were babies, Mayflower since she was 4, Bruno and Mercury since 5, Mars since 6 and Sapphire since 4 - She’s considered a theater kid (the theater kids are probably the only ones out of her school who actually like her) - Funny thing, she can walk on water (another thing to add, it took Wirt forever to let her into the water, he was just that terrified if she drowned.) -She can’t see well in bright lighting, her eyes don’t adjust well to it -She sees Sara like an actual mother to her -Seems to bleed Oil,Gold and Blood

Mayflower

Parents: Connie and Spinel Full Name: Mayflower ‘Spinel’ Maheswaran-Universe Nick names: May, Curly, Petal Birthday: February 28 Age: 14 Species: Gem/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′3ft Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Self-conscious, Joyful, Caring, Nurturing, Optimistic, Friendly, sometimes nervous, self-less, strong Powers: + Rejuvinator- can easily pull out her own rejuvinator from her gem (it can also double as a weapon to fight against other creatures, electrocuting and cutting any enemy she swings it at) +Stretchy Limbs- Like her mother Spinel, she can stretch any part of her body (as long as she doesn’t over do it, she’s fine) + Fusion- like her father Steven who is also half-gem, she can fuse with any gem or human Family: Spinel *Mother*, Connie *Mother*, Steven *Step-Father*, Nicholas *Older Half-Brother*, Stephen *Little Half-Brother*, Greg *Little Half-Brother*, Greg *Step-Grandfather*, Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz *Step-Grandmother*, Priyanka *Grandmother*, Doug *Grandfather* Friends: Pinecone, Pineneedle, Mercury, Bruno, Mars, Monster Dating: Sapphire Likes: Dancing, Singing, Traveling the Multiverse, Animals, any romantic comedy or novels, painting, Homeworld, space travel, space itself, anything funny, gardening Dislikes: Her looks, Monster attempting to eat a small creature, abandon buildings, taking pictures of herself (she gets flustered from them), horror movies, silence, being alone, blood, anyone getting hurt Other Things: -She isn’t really one who is confident with her looks, she isn’t exactly thin (she’s kinda chubby) and it does bother her sometimes (Sapphire still loves her to death and will kill anyone who makes fun of her girlfriend without hesitation or remorse. Sapphire would do anything for and I mean anything) -She and Sapphire have been dating for about 2 years now (for the one who has confessed their love to the other, they both were just flustered stuttering messes as Sapphire sucks with emotions besides anger and Mayflower is not one who has confidence) - Her older brother doesn’t like her, she tries her best, just like Monster with her own brother, to get her brother to not hate her (he’s just edgy) - She has her own gem, a spinel like her mother Spinel’s (spinel didn’t give up her form, it turns out from what I heard, Rose didn’t have to give up her form for Steven. So I am just using that idea for here too) - Since Steven, Spinel and Connie are in a polygamous relationship, Steven likes to help Mayflower understand her own powers since he can relate of course) - I can definitely assure that the Diamonds like to smother her and her brothers with love since they are Spinel’s and Steven’s kids (same can go with Pearl) - Doesn’t seem like it to others, but Mayflower is really strong, she can lift a lot since she likes to work out sometimes

Pinecone

Parents: Bill and Dipper Full Name: Pinecone ‘Pyramid’ Cipher-Pines Nick names: Pinie, PC, Creepy, Gremlin #1, Cone Birthday: May 23 Age: 13 Species: Demon/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Creepy, Hyper, Observant, Extroverted, Goofy, Creative, observant, curious, courageous, adventurous, chaotic good, crafty Powers: +Shapeshift- Can shape-shift into anything from her demon form to any small objects +Portals- Can manifest a portal to the multiverse +Enhanced smell- can smell better than humans +Telekinesis- Move things with her mind +Floating- Can float Family: Bill *Father*, Dipper *”Mother”*, Pineneedle *Twin brother*, Gravity *Little brother*, Falls *Little sister*, Mabel *Aunt*, Pacifica *Aunt*, Aqua Marie *Cousin*, Manuel *Cousin*, Tala Poly *Aunt*, Lillusion *Aunt* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Bruno, Mars, Mercury, Gabriel, Flint Crush: Max Likes: Forests, Dark areas, Halloween, Bugs, Camping, Fire, Bones, Traveling through dimensions and universes, anything sugar, Tad Strange, scissors, disturbing things, Birch trees Dislikes: Being Normal, having to sit still, London (surprisingly), snobby people, having to pretend to be human, pineapples, fancy things (finds them boring) Other Things: -Is older than Pineneedle by 6 minutes - Tad Strange is her’s and Pineneedle’s teacher (secretly since Bill hates Tad) - While she likes Monster’s little brother, most people will say she has a very “strange” way of showing her affection towards her (that being a very creepy way, what I mean is that she’ll say the creepiest things to him since she for some reason “finds his face adorable when it looks scared”) (she won’t hurt him, just freak him out. Added note, he doesn’t like her at all. Her love for him is very one-sided. But she is determined to win him over one day) - She and Pineneedle were not planned, they kinda just happened by accident (their parents still love both of them none-the-less) - Knows about other fanchildren in other universes, enjoys talking to them

Pineneedle

Parents: Bill and Dipper Full Name: Pineneedle ‘Illuminati’ Cipher-Pines Nick names: PN, Gremlin #2, Pointer, Needle Birthday: May 23 Age: 13 Species: Demon/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5ft Sexuality: Aromantic/bisexual Personality: Creepy, Hyper, Observant, Extroverted, Goofy, Creative, chaotic, courageous, adventurous, Chaotic good, disobedient Powers: +Shapeshift- Can shape-shift into anything from her demon form to any small objects +Portals- Can manifest a portal to the multiverse +Enhanced smell- can smell better than humans +Telekinesis- Move things with her mind +Floating- Can float Family: Bill *Father*, Dipper *”Mother”*, Pinecone *Twin sister*, Gravity *Little brother*, Falls *Little sister*, Mabel *Aunt*, Pacifica *Aunt*, Aqua Marie *Cousin*, Manuel *Cousin*, Tala Poly *Aunt*, Lillusion *Aunt* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Bruno, Mars, Mercury, Gabriel, Flint Crush: N/A Likes: Anything creepy, slim, spiders, snakes, mice, being crazy, scaring others, Tad Strange Dislikes: Having to be “normal”, not using his powers, rules, girly things Other Things: -Almost like he’s Pinecone’s other half, sharing similar personalities and abilities - He’s the younger twin - Where ever one twin is, the other follows (Pinecone and Pineneedle are rarely apart) - The more troublesome of the two (and that is saying something) - While Pinecone likes Max, Needle just likes to scare him - He can be very spiteful - Thinks love is gross (doesn’t understand it) - likes to skateboard with Mercury - He and Pinecone have known everyone since they were babies (they’re the little siblings of the group)

Mars

Parents: Dib and Zim Full Name: Mars ‘Irken�� Membrane Nick names: Nerd, Markie, Dork (<--- Two are from Sapphire) Birthday: July 15 Age: 16 Species: Alien/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′8ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Introverted, Anxious, Intelligent, Quiet, Friendly, Nerdy, Dorky Powers: +Breath in space- Yeah, that’s the only thing I think he can do Family: Zim *Parent*, Dib *Father*, Zoey *Little Sister* Gaz *Aunt*, Tak *Aunt*, Dr.Membrane *Grandfather* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Mercury, Bruno, Pinecone, Pineneedle Crush: Monster Likes: School (because he likes learning), technology, building things, studying, science and math related subjects Dislikes: Sapphire’s rage, moving quickly, the dark (he’s scared of it), oranges (hates the smell), Gym (he’s not that strong) Other Things: -Often gets picked on by Sapphire (though they do have their moments where they get along) (he’s not scared of her, just annoyed) - While Dib may be a proud space scientist, Mars prefers not to be acknowledged as his son for some odd reason - He doesn’t enjoy fighting other creatures, he can handle it, just doesn’t like it like the others do - He has motion sickness, move way too quickly and he’ll get nauseous - Sapphire is the reason for why he’s scared of the dark - He wears make-up to hide the green parts of his skin (the only time he doesn’t is in Gravity falls) - He has only been to space once, didn’t have fun at all (1/10 wouldn’t recommend) - Monster gave him his beanie for his birthday a few years ago, he loves it - He’s your typical shy nerd

Mercury

Parents: Star and Jackie Full Name: Mercury ‘Lynn‘ Butterfly Nick names: Flutter, Wings, Meri, Sparkles Birthday: August 2 Age: 15 Species: Mewman/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′6ft Sexuality: Pansexual Personality: Out-going, extroverted, bashful, prideful, forceful, somewhat thoughtless at times, crafty, wild Powers: +Butterfly- Butterfly form from Mewberty +Magic wand- since it’s connected to her powers they have similar spells (I am not going to list them because that’ll take too long) Family: Star *Mother*, Jackie *Mother*, Moon *Grandmother*, River *Grandfather* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Mars, Bruno, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Samantha, Anne, Evelyn, Gabriel, Black Taffy- she’s pretty much the opposite of Sapphire when it comes to people, she has a lot of friends Crush: Samantha Likes: Glitter (a lot), Shiny things, roller-blading, magic, Mewni, crazy things, summer, bright collars, dancing, sugar, hot coco, socializing, parties Dislikes: Unicorns (from her experience with them, you’d hate them too), Fairies (again, from her experience with them, you wouldn’t blame her), gnomes, garden gnomes (don’t ask), bland foods, snakes, magical high commission, her ex boyfriend (oh how the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree) Other Things: -Just going to ignore what happened in the finale because I personally thought it sucked and was a terrible way to end a series. Mercury is the heir to the Butterfly throne. - While she is a girl who can easily make friends, she is one who also tends to loose some due to her nature, she doesn’t understand boundaries and tends to drive people away occasionally - She knows a lot of Royal people and will 100% try to befriend any princes or princesses while she can - She loves to talk, a lot, she is very rarely quiet and it tends to drive Sapphire crazy and threaten to duck-tape her mouth shut - Sometimes the others think she depends on her want a little too much, because she uses it all the time even when she doesn’t need too at all - Despite being a very confident girl, when it comes to interacting with her crush (Samantha), she’s a stuttering flustered mess - Please don’t give her sugar

Bruno

Parents: Tom and Marco Full Name: Bruno ‘Julius‘ Lucitor-Diaz Nick names: Bunny, Demon-boy, Lucitor, Horns (<--- Most of these are from Sapphire) Birthday: March 30 Age: 16 Species: Demon/Mewman/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′8ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Calm, Brave, Determined, Good-hearted, Responsible, Dare-devil, Leader-like, Assertive (when needed), Confident Powers: +Fire- able to produce fire from hands and have it spread to anywhere on his body Family: Tom *Father*, Marco *Father*, Juliet *little sister*, Mariposa *Aunt*, Rafael *Grandfather*, Angie *Grandmother*, Wrathmelior *Grandmother* and Dave *Grandfather* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Monster, Mars, Mercury, Black Taffy, Josie, Jack Jr, Crush: N/A Likes: Biking, fire, Tacos, Nachos, Magical creatures, adventure, Ice-skating Dislikes: Math, school, fancy parties, dressing up, London, Mercury on sugar Other Things: -He’s sorta bad at judging things -Often butts heads with Sapphire due to both of their desires to lead the friend group - He has a third eye hidden under his hair -Has three moles in a row from largest to smallest under his right eye - Has his own pair of Dimensional scissors - Lives in the Underworld as the prince and heir to the throne - Is the only one besides Pinecone, Pineneedle and Monster, who is able to handle Mercury - Has known Mercury since the day of her birth, Pinecone and Pineneedle since they were babies, Sapphire since 7, Monster since 6 - He doesn’t really like most demons or hybrids, most of the time they’re too crazy for him to deal with (he already has to deal with 3 crazy people almost everyday. He’s good) - He’s pretty good at flattering people, he’s calls it his “secret weapon” - He likes to consider Sapphire as his rival (Sapphire feels the same way towards him) I’ll admit I got lazy with some parts because writing this was taking too long after loosing a good chunk of progress and having to redo some profiles because of it. This would have been posted sooner if it weren’t for that.

#sapphire smith #Mayflower Universe #Monster #pinecone cipher #pineneedle cipher #Mars #Bruno Lucitor #mercury butterfly #my fanchildren #my art

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newtsshelbys · 5 years

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A New Home | Neighbour AU | Chapter 2

Prompt: “Hey, I locked myself out. Can I stay at your place until my roommate comes home?”

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader, Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s life couldn’t have been more ordinary. She lived together in an apartment with her sister, while being a student at the nearby college. The small flat next to hers stood empty for a while now, until one day two young men moved in. What at the beginning seemed like a simple new encounter, tured out to turn her world upside down.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, maybe a little bit of angst

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: I’m in kind of a flow for this story at the moment. I’m already starting chapter 3! Please let me know with a quick feedback if you enjoy my writing. It means a lot and always motivates to write more. Enjoy chapter 2 :)

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Capter 2

What was happening? Was Harrison actually kissing you, right now, at this moment? In your drunken state you expected a lot, but for sure not this. As his lips first touched yours, you were shocked, your eyes wide open, but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes flattered shut eventually and you felt warmth erupt in your stomach.

What were you doing? Kissing a guy, you had about one proper conversation with? That doesn’t sound like Y/N at all. But you couldn’t give less of a fuck. This right here, felt realer to you than everything else you’ve done in the last few months. You weren’t overthinking anything, you were just taking in the moment and every feeling it set free in you.

“Fuck.” Harrison suddenly interrupted the kiss and with that your moment of pure bliss. As soon as he moved two inches away, you missed his lips on yours and you suddenly felt cold.

“Fuck.” he repeated himself, sitting up quickly, “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

Now you just were confused. Why was he suddenly so stressed out? Did you do anything wrong? Did he actually regretted kissing you so much?

“It’s fine. It’s okay.” you tried to assure him. He wasn’t listening, though.

He held his head in his hands, whipping up and down with his feet. He made you nervous with his behaviour. Suddenly, with one hit, all your insecurities came crashing onto you and you got anxious.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” you said apologetically.

The both of you were still drunk. You could see it on your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“What? No, it’s not you…” he started, hesitated to continue, though, “I have a girlfriend.”

He didn’t dare to look you in the eyes while confessing the reason for his weird acting. Your hands started to slightly shake and your eyes got watery. You had to scream at you within yourself to not start crying, not in front of him. Suddenly, all the warmth is fading from your body and was replaced with coldness.

“I think you should leave.” was everything you were able to say, as you were staring at your hands, because you didn’t dare to look him in the eyes.

You could feel Harrison’s apologetic look on your skin. It burned and you couldn’t stand another second of it. Who was he to petty you know?

“Now.” you tried to command him, but your voice slightly cracked, making it sound more like a request.

Harrison got up without saying a word. It was crazy how he still managed to walk a straight line. He put his shoes on and made his way to the front door. As if planned, at that moment your sister opened the front door and announced excitedly:

“I brought puddinggg.”

She went quiet really fast, though. As she saw Harrison’s flushed face and slightly swollen lips, mixed with the impression he currently had on his face, her mood switched pretty fast. Then she took a look around in the apartment and saw the mess in the living room and you sitting on the couch, back faced to her, not moving in the slightest.

“What the fuck happened in here?” she asked puzzled. She expected to come home to a scene more like: Y/N lying on the couch once again, but this time watching Rick and Morty since she recently finished Modern Family, eating some kind of take out and laughing along to some stupid jokes that were made in the series. She wasn’t expecting THIS.

“I should leave.” Harrison mumbled and shortly after slid through the open-door gap. Your sister closed the door behind him.

Your sister put her bag down and carefully made her way over to you on the couch. You still haven’t moved since your sister stepped into the apartment. Luciana sat across from you; right where Harrison sat just a few minutes ago.

“Y/N, what happened.” she asked softly.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” you stared down at the couch-cushion, “I think, I’ll go to bed early today. I’ll clean the mess tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.”

Y/N got up from the couch. Her voice was shaky and Lu could tell that you were about to cry. You didn’t care, though. You just wanted to be alone.

“You know I won’t. Good night, baby-boo. I love you.”, your sister wished you a goodnight, her voice still soft.

A quiet “mhm”, was everything Lu heard before you shut the door to your room. As soon as you sunk down on your bed, the tears were not to stop any more. You hugged your banked really tight and just straight out sobbed. And all this time you asked yourself why you were even crying. It didn’t make any sense. For how long did you know Harrison? A week? Two weeks? How many conversations did you have with him? Not even one that really counts. And still here you were, crying on your bed over what happened in the living room not even ten minutes ago.

What was that and why did it happen? It was the first time you stepped out of your comfort-zone in like forever and the fact that you really enjoyed yourself didn’t make this any easier for you. Why did he have to kiss you? Why did this asshole had to kiss YOU? Why exactly you? He didn’t know you. He had no idea what that would do to you. Why could you not be like your sister? Or friends of your sister? People that just hook up for the fun of it. Tonight, you almost felt like one of them, almost. Then reality came crushing down on you like a truck hitting a wall and with that everything went to shit.

After you cried your eyes out for ten minutes, you started to tell yourself that it was just a kiss. It wasn’t about you. He didn’t fancy you. You were just there. You didn’t know why you had to tell yourself all of this stuff, because the kiss didn’t really mean anything to you either. How could it? Harrison was a stranger to you. How could a kiss with a stranger mean anything?

These questions kept swirling around in your mind until you came to the conclusion, that it wasn’t the fact that Harrison kissed you. It was the fact that you had been kissed again. As silly as it may sound, but you forgot how good it felt to be this close to someone.

Then you started to wonder if Harrison only used you to get his head free of his struggles. And what if? How was that a problem to you? Why did it bug you so much? It was just a kiss, Y/N! For fucks sake. A really good kiss, though.

You knew why it was a problem to you; because you were you.

And like that, the thoughts kept circling inside your head for what felt like hours, when in real life, it only has been forty minutes. You stopped crying a while ago. Now you were just lying in bed, unable to fall asleep. You didn’t know when, but you eventually still fell asleep at some point, because the next morning you woke up, not remembering to ever fall asleep. Your eyes were heavy and sore from crying.

You took a look at the clock on your nightstand. It was 8:36 AM. You groaned and let your head smash back into your pillow. For a second you forgot about the events of last night. It didn’t last for long, though. As soon as the memory was hitting you, you had to swallow hard and were instantly wide awake. Only one thing came to your mind. You were convinced it would help and since you knew, you weren’t able to fall asleep again, you got out of bed. You put your yoga pants on, yet another sports-bar and a grey Nike tank-top.

You put your sneakers on since you didn’t have running shoes yet, but before you left, you dared a quick glimpse in the room of your sister to see if she was still sleeping. And there she was, mumbled into her sheets like a little baby. She only had to work every second Saturday so you figured that it was her day of. You went to the kitchen and grabbed a little piece of paper. On it you wrote: “Out for a run, I’ll get breakfast on my way back! :) love you.” And hung it up on the fridge where you knew, she’d definitely see it. Then you grabbed your headphones and your keys and went out of the door.

As the fresh, autumn morning air hit your skin, you shivered for a second, before you started to take in your surroundings. At that moment, you actually decided against music for this run. It was Saturday, a quarter before nine. London was still asleep and hungover from the night before. You started to make your way in the direction of the nearby park. After five minutes of jogging, you weren’t cold anymore and you started to enjoy yourself. You walked past an old couple on a bench. They were holding hands, one lady was petting their dog with her free hand and the other one was just sitting there, patiently waiting for the love of her life to put her focus back on her. It was a heart-warming picture. You were just running like that for 30 minutes straight, without thinking. You’ve never run this long before. It still wasn’t long, but it was long for you. It was almost insane how the fresh air was able to clear out your mind.

As promised, you got breakfast on your way back. You went to your favourite bakery and got fresh buns and croissants. You walked the whole way back to your apartment and for that part you still decided to listen to some music.

As you opened the apartment-door, your sister was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. You’d be lying if you’d say that you weren’t nervous coming home because the chance of running into Harrison in the Hallway was quite big. But thanks to you, you two didn’t cross paths that morning. Your sister smiled at you and jumped off the couch as soon as she saw the bags filled with buns in your hands. You excitedly took them to the kitchen.

As you were standing at the kitchen counter, taking the buns and croissants out of the bags, your sister hugged you from the behind.

“Are you okay?”, she whispered in your ear.

You caressed her arm.

“I’m fine.”, you said honestly. You weren’t lying. Right there, at that moment, you were all right.

Harrison couldn’t sleep all night, in spite of the alcohol running through his system. What did he do? Why did he do it? It wasn’t like he had feelings for Y/N. He was not supposed to have feelings for any other girl then his girlfriend. The next day he was supposed to meet her for lunch. What was he supposed to do? Tell her? Not tell her? His mind kept spinning like crazy. All these questions he didn’t have the answers to. One he was really ashamed of, after thinking it was: Is kissing even cheating? He knew it was. To her it was, to him it was. Was it going to help if he told her, that he barely knew the girl? It didn’t really help his thought process that he couldn’t get the feeling of the kiss out of his mind; how good it felt. The way she looked at him as they were lying there. He damned himself for thinking these kinds of thoughts. He should have gone home and should have taken some more shots, then he wouldn’t remember any of it now.

He also could slap himself in the face for ruining his relationships with his neighbours of two weeks. He could tell Y/N was not talking it well and he was really sorry about all of it. He knew he was acting like a dick the second he started to lean in. He could have guessed what kind of girl Y/N was and he still did what he did. Even though, she had nothing to do with any of it in the first place. He knew he had to make it up to her if he still wanted to be friends with her. Because he really wanted to get to know her better and become friends. The evening with her was really fun and he really enjoyed himself around her.

He didn’t tell Harry about it and he probably will not be doing it any time soon. Good for him was, that Harry wasn’t home yesterday night, so he couldn’t ask questions. It didn’t mean anything and Harry would just yell at him and call him a dickhead. What he actually deserved, though. He had to make up for it on his own. He just wasn’t sure how yet.

All morning, he was thinking about what he was supposed to do. He didn’t want to lie to his girlfriend, otherwise their relationship wasn’t really hitting it off lately anyway and this could really set her off. The chance that she would end anything then and there if he told her was big and he didn’t know if he wanted that. He was dating her for almost two years now. The first one and a half years went great and Harrison and his girlfriend were both really happy. They went like the first one and a half years of a relationship are supposed to go. But lately, they seemed to fight over every little thing really. The time has come where you not only see the good things about your partner. And let’s just say they didn’t really handle the conflicts well. It was then when Harrison started to wonder if all of this even had a future. And he was actually getting sick of all this fighting. He just wants things to go back to how they were.

As he got dressed to go out for lunch, he almost pissed his pants. Did he really want to risk his relationship of two years, just because of one meaningless kiss? He knew that he was the one who had it in his hands. He knew he was the one deciding. His girlfriend deserved the truth. But what if the truth made everything unnecessarily complicated?

He got his key, wallet and phone and went to the front door to leave the apartment. His hands were shaking. He shouted a goodbye at Harry, but then he realised he hasn’t seen the red-haired boy all morning. It seems like he still hasn’t come home.

Lunch with Natalie, Harrison’s girlfriend, actually went by really peaceful. He decided not to tell her, at least not yet. At lunch that day she was as cooperative as she had been for a long time. They talked about a lot of stuff they should have talked about a long time ago and Harrison figured, he would just ruin everything if he would confess to her right now. He didn’t already want to lose all the progress they just made. He knew he had to tell her eventually.

They didn’t hang out afterwards, though. Natalie still had to do some grocery shopping for the weekend, so Harrison went back to his apartment alone. At home, he tried to figure out a way to apologise to Y/N. He didn’t know her very well, so he had actually no idea what to do. And showing up at her door with a bouquet of roses seemed to send the wrong signals. At the end he decided writing Lu, her sister.

Harrison: Hey Lu, it’s Harrison. Hope you’re doing well :) I was actually wondering something about Y/N. Do you happen to know what her favourite food is?

He decided to leave the alcohol out of it this time, so he ended up not asking for her favourite wine. Because that’s the only thing he really knew about her, that she liked wine; and that she had a dog called Frankie.

Lu: Oh hi! I wasn’t expecting you straight asking for top-secret information about my sister, when I gave you my number. But to answer your question, she likes a lot of stuff. Chinese, Thai, Burger, Pizza, actually everything you can get as take out but most of all she loooves sushi! Why are you asking, though? You aren’t planning to take her out on a date, are you? ;)

Sushi, that’s an information he could work with.

Harrison: Thank you! :) I kinda have to make up for something.

“Y/N!” your sister suddenly shouted from the living room. You were currently in your room studying, as you got up and joined your sister on the couch.

“You won’t believe who just texted me!” she quacked excited.

“Wait, what? Who texted you?” her excitement rubbed off on you.

“Harrison!” she proclaimed, “I think he wants to go on a date with you!”

Your sister couldn’t stop giggling. As soon as you heard the name “Harrison”, you knew the excitement was just wasted energy. You almost felt bad for destroying her fantasy.

“What made you think that? What did he write?” you were still curious why he wrote, though.

“He asked me what your favourite food is.” she smirked.

“And what did you answer?”

To your surprise, you managed to stay pretty calm during this conversation. If your sister had told you that a guy like Harrison wanted to go on a date with you, you usually would be freaking out by now. The fact that Harrison kissed you the other day was shoved to the back of your head. All you could think about was, that he had a girlfriend. And you were completely fine with that. And anyway, what were you supposed to do? Be a bitch about it to the point where they break up so you could date a guy you barely knew?

The fact that he asked your sister, set something up in your stomach, though. And the smirk that was currently covering her features didn’t help at all.

“Sushi.”

Your expression fell. You didn’t know if you liked sushi, you’ve never had it before. Your sister loves to point out, that you basically live from take out, but she always only criticised you for never having sushi before. But you didn’t let it bother you too much. You knew there was not going to be a date.

“Harrison has a girlfriend, Lu.” her expression fell. It was funny to see how her face went form excited to “are you serious?” to “omg, you are serious”.

“Who told you that?” she asked, confused and frustrated, not wanting to believe you.

“He, himself told me that.” it was at this point where you decided that you were done with this conversation. You got up from the couch and started to walk into the direction of your bedroom.

“Wait, was that the reason you almost cried the other day?”, she shouted after you.

“Fuck off, Lu.” you retorted before closing the door to your room again.

Why did she have to point that out again? You knew it was dumb yourself. You didn’t need your sister reminding you. You knew that Lu didn’t mean it that way. She was just trying to understand. It was still bugging you, though. More because of yourself than because of your sister.

You had to talk to Harrison at one point. But for now, you were fine with avoiding him. You weren’t even mad at him. What for? You told him you were fine with it. The fact that he kissed you while having a girlfriend was not something you had to worry about. You were just upset because he had such an impact on your feelings that night. You felt like you totally embarrassed yourself in front of him with the way you reacted.

You were lying to yourself if you were saying that you weren’t a little bit curious why he asked for your favourite food. What was the deal with that boy? You told yourself not to think about it anymore, what of course didn’t work.

You didn’t have any plans for the rest of the day, so you decided to pick up your books again and read through all the summaries you already wrote.

You couldn’t help the thought of Harrison and that kiss swirling through your head from time to time, though…

#Harrison Osterfield #Harrison Osterfield x Reader #Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader #Harrison Osterfield fanfiction #Harrison #Harrison x Reader #Fanfiction #Neighbour AU #au #reader insert #fem!reader #Tom Holland #Tom Holland fanfiction #Tom Holland x Reader #a new home

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arcanesupern0va · 5 years

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Down With The Rickness; Ch2: Silhouettes

Summary: We confront Nova's parents, Nova gets drunk and then a certain group of guardians show up. Should be fun stuff.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long! I kinda wrote myself into a corner and it took me three completely different versions of this chapter to find something I was actually happy with. Next chapter will absolutely feature Drunk!Rick (because I mean, obviously. I'm using the Vindicators) and I'm absolutely going to write Drunk!Rick as the sappiest fucking asshole in the world.

CW: Vaguely suicidal tones in this chapter Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 6542

My ao3

Masterlist

~Rick In The Water~

|Ch1: Such Small Hands|

+Nova+

“Fuck this Rick, I’m not going,” I declared for the third time that night. Rick sighed again, flopping down into his workshop chair as he rested his head in his hands.

“Fine, we won’t go,” he sighed, leaning back to look up me, his frustration apparent in every tired wrinkle.

“Seriously? This was your idea in the first place!” I fumed, pacing back and forth. It was supposed to be an easy plan. We meet up with them in a public place, I tell them politely but firmly that I wouldn’t be contacting them after tonight. If my father decided to act out, Rick would be there to drive the point home. It was supposed to be so easy and still, I was absolutely terrified to the core.

“Nova, my ability to care about any of this is about to run out.”

“You were the one that seemed so adamant about this being the way we deal with them!”

“Yeah, that was before five wardrobe changes and two emotional breakdowns,” he snarled. “I want you to get over it but at this point, seeing you like this isn’t fucking worth it.”

“This was your fucking idea!” I repeated, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration.

“I can change my goddamn mind, Nova. I thought it would work out fine to just confront them, but you are losing your goddamn mind. This isn’t worth it,” he told me firmly, standing up to grab my shoulders and stop me pacing. I froze in place, trembling under his touch as echoes of shattering glass and dull screaming played on repeat. He pulled away quickly, cursing under his breath and sinking back into his chair.

“I-I’m sorry, Rick. I’ll just go,” I murmured, furious with myself above all else. He didn’t respond as I willed my legs to take me anywhere else, anywhere but right here.

I walked into the main house to sounds of mirth in the living room. Jerry had bought the kids some kind of cheap VR headset and from the sound of it, Madi, Summer and Morty were enjoying the misguided purchase. I stopped just short of the archway, unable to face Madi in such an unstable mindset so I headed for the front door instead, yanking it open and heading down the street.

It was weird to fight with Rick like that but arguments had become far more frequent ever since he delved into my dreams. He’d become cold and distant. It wasn’t unlike he was when he first came back, the difference being even back then he always looked happy to see me but now he just wore a constant look of regret at the sight of me. Beth explained everything they saw in my head but nothing stood out as something that could’ve upset him. It was like he just didn’t care anymore.

“My ability to care about any of this is about to run out.”

I walked aimlessly, turning down random streets in an attempt to get good and truly lost for a little while. I turned a corner, finding myself on a dark street where my usual fear would kick in to send me in the other direction but instead I just I felt numb to it. I had gotten lost but it was in my own head. I couldn’t stop replaying every brief interaction I’d had with Rick trying to figure out what I could’ve done wrong. I was so lost in thought, in fact, that it wasn’t until it was too late when I started realizing everything looked all too familiar. Nauseating memories haunted me from every turn as I found myself on the street I grew up on. It looked eerily the same as the last time I’d seen it, the lawn decorations and landscaping were different, sure, and most of the cars were upgraded but there was no mistaking where I was. I was home.

“Goddammit Lainie!” an angry voice called from down the street, “Let’s just fucking go, alright? We’re going to be late.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” a mousy voice called after him, sounding about as horrified as I felt. As I neared my childhood home, I watched my mother shoot down the front steps toward my father’s truck. I couldn’t stop myself as I walked closer to them, coming into the light of a streetlight. My mom looked up at the movement, narrowing her eyes to try to discern the figure before her.

“(Y/N)?” she whispered, inching toward me. My father passed a glance over his shoulder as he started climbing into his truck, his nose turning up at the sight of me.

“H-Hi Mom,” I greeted her timidly, twisting my hands over and over as she rushed toward me.

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad you’re okay. What are you doing out here? I thought we were meeting you at Shoney’s?” she asked, wrapping her arms around me and looking relieved to see me.

“I-I was nervous,” I admitted, “I went for a walk and I- I just kinda ended up here.”

“Charlie, Charlie look. It’s our baby girl,” my mom cried out to my dad, tears streaming down her face. My father grunted in response, cautiously watching our reunion in his rear view mirror.

“H-How are you, Mom?” I asked nervously, unsure of what to expect from the weeping woman in front of me. Of all the ways this scenario played out in my head, it never resulted in either of them being exactly happy to see me. I was half right, Dad was going to be distant and cold no matter what, but my mother’s reaction floored me.

“Oh, I’m great, baby,” she wept, stepping back to take in my appearance entirely. “Sweetheart, have you been taking care of yourself? I know your husband just died and all, but you’ll need to find someone who can take care of you and your daughter.”

“M-Mom, I can take care of myself,” I told her nervously, stepping away and crossing my arms across my chest. There it was, the same obsession with appearances that I remembered from my youth on painful display.

“I know you can, sweetheart,” she chastised me, taking another step closer, “but you have another person to think about. Do you have a job? Are you financially stable? Did he have a life insurance policy on him?”

“Mom, I’m fine,” I assured her firmly, recoiling away from her. “My daughter will be well taken care of. I don’t need someone else to do it for me.”

“Where is she right now? Is someone keeping an eye on her?” Mom grilled me, peeking around me as though Madison would jump out at any second. When I didn’t answer, a smug smile curled over her features, “See, you have someone taking care of her right now, don’t you?”

“Sh-She’s home alone,” I lied, “She’s old enough that I can go for a goddamn walk without having to have her with me.”

“No need to be hostile, (Y/N),” she reprimanded me, wagging her finger in my face. “You may have run out on us, but we’re still your parents and you will respect us.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Where are you living? Obviously in walking distance,” she barreled over me, looking over my shoulder for a house that didn’t exist.

“Don’t worry about where I live. I came here to tell you-”

“We do have rights, you know. We deserve to see our granddaughter.”

“Mom! Stop!” I snapped, “I don’t want you to contact me anymore. I don’t know why you did in the first place but my life has been a lot easier without you and Dad in it and I prefer to keep it that way.”

“(Y/N), don’t you dare talk to your mother like that,” my father growled, finally climbing out of his truck and slamming the door. “If you try to stop her from seeing our grandchild, we will get lawyers involved.”

“Just leave me alone,” I snarled, backing away slowly from them. A firm figure behind me stopped me in my tracks as warm, calloused hands pushed me behind him. Rick towered ominously over my mother, glaring down as she stared up at him, unthreatened.

“Who in the hell are you?” she asked, squinting up at him before returning her gaze to me.

“I’m a friend of (Y/N)’s,” he growled at her, “and you’re going to leave her and her family the fuck alone if you know what’s good for you.”

“Look buddy,” my dad started, crossing the yard to come to my mother’s defense. “I don’t know who you think you are-”

“N-Not your buddy, guy,” Rick stopped him with a shrug. “(Y/N) wants you to leave her alone, I suggest you do that. Continuing to harass her doesn’t end well for you.”

“Listen here, you scrawny old fuck. I haven’t been in a fight in years but if you keep talking to my wife that way, I will take you to task.”

“D-Dad, don’t-”

“I’d listen to your daughter there, Charlie,” Rick sneered, flicking the nametag on my father’s chest.

“Look here you piece of shit-”

“I’d say, out of respect for (Y/N), you get one more of those,” Rick interrupted again, relishing in the fury he was inciting in my father. I could see the veins bulging in his face at Rick’s disrespect and it was all I could do to resist the urge to giggle nervously.

“C-Come on, let’s just go,” I murmured softly to Rick, grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers. He met my gaze, a soft look flashing over his features before it distorted in anger as my father reared back, sucker punching Rick right in his gut.

“H-Hey, that’s the hardest working liver in the galaxy,” Rick swore, recovering far quicker than my father had expected.

“Charlie, stop!” my mom screamed, grabbing my dad’s arm in an attempt to pull him away only to earn a backhanded slap for her troubles. Rick sighed, lifting his arm up as his hand shifted into the large gun it held within. My father froze in his tracks, staring up at the large weapon pointed directly at his head.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do it,” Rick asked me, his boredom oozing into every syllable.

“R-Rick, I- Uh,” I stammered. I could think of all the moral reasons not to kill him but I knew telling Rick to spare him because it was ‘wrong’ to kill him would just earn me a hearty chuckle. I watched my father, cowering on the ground with his hands over his head as his only defense. Seeing him like this was invigorating in a way I never thought possible. His eyes broke from Rick’s feet and up to me, all consuming fear overwhelming him as a damp spot formed on his jeans.

“Please, (Y/N),” he pleaded, “I know I wasn’t the greatest father but-”

“Ah, ah. I asked Nova, not you,” Rick glared at him, swearing inwardly at the use of my nickname.

“N-Nova?” my mother whimpered, her eyes darting between the three of us. “I-Isn’t that what that Beth Sanchez girl called you?”

“Don’t bother with them, Rick,” I murmured, pulling him away from them. “They’re not worth it. You made your point. Let’s go home.”

“R-Rick? Rick Sanchez?” my mother spoke up again, this time with more determination in her voice. “You’re shacking up with your best friend’s father?”

“Nova, they're not going to stop, you know that right? Th-They contacted you in the first place because they think they can weasel back into your life now that you’re vulnerable,” Rick reasoned with me, facing them again. “Let me help you, Nova. Let me keep you safe.”

“You can’t, Rick,” I smiled sadly at him, “I just want to go.”

“I’m going to keep you safe, goddammit. I’ve gotta be able to do one fucking thing right. I wanted to kill Ryan from the get go, but you wouldn’t let me. Now you’re going to let them live because- What? They’re your family?”

“They’re not my family,” I hissed, glaring up at Rick stubbornly.

“So let me do this, let me take care of you.”

My eyes flicked back to my parents one last time before turning to walk away. “Do whatever you have to do Rick, I don’t want to know anything about it,” I relented, walking away from the house for what I could only hope to be the last time.

Rick didn’t answer but he also didn’t follow me. I was a couple blocks away when he finally caught up with me again, keeping his distance as he followed behind me silently. When we got home, I climbed into Rick’s ship wordlessly, desperate to avoid any human interaction that would require me to explain anything that just happened. Rick had probably killed them and I couldn’t quite reconcile just how okay I was with that possibility. He didn’t immediately follow me into the ship, disappearing into the house before returning with a large bottle of vodka. He climbed into the ship with me, starting it and flying out into the vacuum of space without a word.

He flew us to a large, mostly vacant planet, landing next to a large lake. He climbed out of the ship, grabbing the bottle of vodka before making his way down to the shore. I watched as he kicked off his shoes, tossing them to the side and pulling his pant legs up to allow the small waves to wash over his feet. He opened the bottle, pulling out two plastic cups from his lab coat and filling them both in a silent offering to join him. I considered a moment before wrenching the door open and stripping down to my underwear as I followed him down to the shore.

I picked up the plastic cup and breezed past him, making my way out into the open water. I let the cool water swirl around me, taking a long drink from the cup as I waded out further into the open expanse. A small voice in my head was pleading with me to turn around, to consider the danger of going out into open water I knew nothing about but I couldn’t bring myself to care about the danger. What was the worst that was going to happen? I stop having to deal with all of these extremely traumatic issues? Oh boy, wouldn’t that suck.

“Nova, here-”

I finished the last of my cup off, hesitantly turning to face him only to find him extending the bottle out to me. I waded back over to him, allowing him to fill the cup up before heading back out into the open water. He watched me carefully but said nothing else as I ventured out further, going in so deep I had to hold the cup above my head as I submerged myself completely in the water. I held my breath, allowing the suffocating feeling to chip away at the pain I had buried down inside. Eventually I wasn’t able to hold it any longer, letting out a long breath that bubbled around me. I resurfaced only to finish off the remnants of the cup before tossing it aside and submerging myself again. I swam deeper under the water, ignoring the burning in my lungs. The pain soothed me in a demented way so I swam deeper and deeper to allow it to incapsulate me. My body wouldn’t allow it however and despite my desires to stay, my legs kicked me back to the surface.

“Nova, what in the fuck are you doing?” Rick called from the shore. To my surprise, he was much further away then when I went under. I started reluctantly swimming back but my head was spinning from the alcohol and my limbs were tired. I barely made it back to the shore line, coughing up water as I crawled up on the beach.

“I was fine,” I slurred at Rick coldly, grabbing the plastic cup he was holding out of his hand and refilling it.

“The fuck are you doing, Nova? Are you trying to drown yourself out there?” he demanded, glaring furiously at me.

“No, Rick. I’m not a fucking idiot. I was just swimming,” I told him dismissively. What did he care anyway? He was doing everything he possibly could to distance himself from me anyway. I drank deeply from Rick’s cup, finishing it off before handing it back to him before heading back out into the water.

“Nova- Stop!” he bellowed, grabbing my arm. I glared at him as I pulled my arm away from him, heading back into the water despite his concerns.

“Leave me alone, Rick,” I murmured coldly, stumbling back out into the water.

“The fuck, Nova?” he demanded again, reaching for my arm again. I dodged clumsily, falling into the water as he sighed in exasperation. “Do you seriously want to die, Nova? Because it sure as fuck seems like it.”

“The fuck do you care?” I spat at him, my speech slurred.

“Wh-What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, infuriated. “Everything we’ve been through- You think I don’t fucking care if you fucking die all of a sudden?”

“I-It’s not all of a sudden,” I mumbled stubbornly, “Y-You’re the one being fucking weird.”

“Oh, I’m the weird one,” he retorted with a roll of his eyes. “J-J-Just get out of the fucking water and tell me what the fuck’s going on with you.”

“You wanna know what’s going on with me?” I asked, unsuccessfully attempting to pull myself back to my feet only to fall back down with a splash. “My fucking husband is dead, my parents found me because of it and they’re probably dead too, not that I want you to confirm or deny that, mainly because I was too much of a bitch to just fucking tell you to do it.”

“A-A-Alright, why don’t you come back up here,” he sighed, wading out into the water to pull me over his shoulder and carry me back to the beach. His touch was surprisingly gentle and my chest ached when he rested me back down on the shore and moved away.

“Why don’t you want me anymore?” I asked, eyes brimming with tears. His eyes bulged at the question, looking at me incredulously.

“Okay, so you are clearly fucking trashed if that’s what you think,” he said flatly.

“You don’t want anything to do with me anymore,” I sobbed, unable to look at him. “ E-Ever since everything happened and my nightmares stopped you’ve been so distant. It’s like you’ve been avoiding me.” Rick opened his mouth to answer when a large spotlight opened over us. Rick and I covered our eyes against the harsh light as it grew closer, landing next to us. A hodgepodge group exited a flashy ship and Rick groaned as realization dawned over his face.

“Rick Sanchez?” a deep feminine voice called out. A female form made up of an actual galaxy hovered toward us, the disdain on her face at the sight of Rick mirrored on the faces of her companions.

“A-Are you fucking kidding me?” Rick growled as the woman came to a stop in front of him. “What in the hell do you assholes want? I’m a little fucking busy right now.”

“H-Hey buddy, who’s this?” a charming voice called from behind the galaxy woman, as a man watched me cautiously.

“R-Rick, who are they?” I asked nervously, my head spinning from the bright lights and alcohol. I clung to Rick’s arm desperately and he pulled me closer into him, gently massaging my arm in an attempt to soothe me.

“Th-They’re the Vindicators,” Rick explained, his irritation evident in every syllable. “They’re a team of ‘superheroes’ that Morty and I helped out a while back.”

“Hello,” the galaxy woman greeted me cordially, “What is your name?”

“I-I-I’m N-Nova,” I stammered, feeling miniscule under her piercing gaze.

“Ah, that’s interesting,” she smirked, looking around at her companions. Rick groaned again, shaking his head in disgust as she continued, “My name is Supernova and as Rick said, we are a team of superheroes.”

“Wh-What?” I sputtered, looking to Rick again to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate joke. He met my gaze briefly, shrugging in response to my wordless confusion. “D-Did my nickname-”

“N-No, I didn’t even know her when you got that nickname,” Rick explained quickly, “It’s just a really annoying coincidence.”

“I’m Vance Maximus,” the charming man introduced himself with a suave grin, his wandering gaze making me all too aware of how exposed I was. Rick quickly took notice, offering me his lab coat to return some semblance of dignity to me while shooting daggers at Vance.

“This is Million Ants, Alan Rails, and Crocubot,” Supernova continued, naming off the final three people surrounding her. I nodded in acknowledgement, recoiling into Rick as the large ghost man called Alan approached us.

“Look Rick, Worldender’s back. We need your help,” he explained reluctantly.

“Why the fuck do I care? You were the ones that didn’t like my methods,” Rick shot back, “Y-Y-You really upset my grandson you know, he really liked you guys.”

“Oh, I remember that kid,” Vance remarked looking around at the other Vindicators, “Wh-Why don’t you bring him then. I’m sure he’d like that.”

“I’m not helping you assholes,” Rick told them flatly, opening a portal into Morty’s bedroom and withdrawing the boy desperately trying to pull his pants up.

“H-Hey Rick, y-y-you can’t just do that, okay?” he chastised his grandfather through beet red cheeks. “I-I-I’m fourteen, y-y-ya know? I have things I have to take care of-”

“Morty, for the love of me, shut the fuck up,” Rick swore. Morty finally noticed the Vindicators standing behind Rick, his eyes going wide as all of the color drained from his face.

“H-Hey kid,” Vance waved awkwardly, not meeting Morty’s gaze. “You, uh, you wanna go on an adventure with us to put an end to Worldender?”

“O-Oh shit, go on another adventure with the Vindicators? O-O-Of course, Vance,” Morty gushed, his hero worship washing away his embarrassment, much to Rick’s disgust.

“Go ahead and go with them Morty, get them off my back,” Rick scowled, turning to walk back to his ship.

“Rick, we need your help more than we need Morty,” Supernova pressed, hovering in front of Rick to stop him. “No offense kid.”

“Look, I’ve got way better things to do than to hang around you cliches. Sanchez, out.” Rick pushed past her pulling his ship door open with one last look over his shoulder at me.

“Rick, m-maybe we should help them?” I suggested hesitantly, earning a growl. “We haven’t done any adventuring for a long time.”

“L-Look, Nova, you wanna go with them, fine, but I’m not putting up their paper thin personalities and one dimensional ‘problems.’ I’d tell you to have fun but you won’t. Oh, and watch out for Vance.” He slammed his door, turning over his engine and shooting off into space, leaving Morty and I to watch until he disappeared in the horizon.

“H-H-He just left us?” I murmured, wrapping his coat around me tightly. He had to be coming back, right?

“He does that Aunt Nova, you’ll get used to it,” Morty grumbled, turning back to the Vindicators.

“H-He just left me here?” I whimpered again, tears filling my eyes as I stared up into the dark sky in disbelief, expecting him to reappear any second.

“Come on, Aunt Nova. Let’s just get out of here.”

They led us onto their ship, taking us back to an admittedly luxurious commandship. We were offered seperate rooms and allowed to get acclimated. I took the opportunity to change into new clothes, a clean white tee shirt and loose shorts before we were led to their conference room to be briefed on the mission at hand. I kept Rick’s lab coat on, clinging to it desperately as though it would miraculously make Rick appear the tighter I tucked it around my body.

A new hero, introduced to us as Noob Noob, gushed about finally being invited on an adventure and was surprisingly eager to learn about Morty and I. They offered us a wide spread of food, though only Morty and Vance dug in. The rest of the Vindicators weren’t much for human food, with Million Ants being a colony of ants and Crocobot being, well, a robot crocodile. My head was still reeling from the alcohol sloshing around in my stomach and just the smell of the food sent me running for the toilet.

“Aunt Nova?” Morty called from behind me hesitantly as I wiped the leftover vodka away and pushed myself away from the no longer pristine toilet bowl. I turned to face him weakly, flushing away the contents of my stomach as I pulled myself off the floor and stumbled over the sink to clean myself up.

“What’s up, Morty?”

“Aww, jeez, are you okay? You don’t look so good,” he asked, inching further into the bathroom to get a better look at me. “Look, Rick probably won’t come back for us until later. He really hates the Vindicators, especially Vance.”

“I’m not worried about Rick, Morty. I could give a shit less what he does,” I lied, staring into the mirror trying to convince myself it was the truth.

“Good, Rick’s not worth it. After everything that you’ve been through, you don’t need more piled on from him,” Morty fumed, “Rick doesn’t care about anyone. I hate to say it, but it was only a matter of time until you stopped being new and shiny to him.” I turned to face him, tears burning in my eyes at his words.

“I know you and your grandpa have a tough history but you don’t know shit about our relationship,” I shot back at him. “He’s done a lot for you and me, whether you realize it or not.”

“He left you and my mom before and he’s doing it again right now. Rick doesn’t care about anyone but himself,” he repeated, driving his point home. I stared at him blankly, my mouth agape as I tried to formulate some kind of retort but nothing came out. “I-I’m sorry, Aunt Nova, but you needed to know. I don’t want you to get hurt any more than you already have.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Morty,” I glared at him. “I’m going to go sleep this shit off, I’ll see you in the morning.” I pushed past him, ignoring his continued arguments as I stumbled into my room, slamming the door in his face.

I collapsed onto the bed, covering myself Rick’s lab coat in a sad attempt at comforting myself. His scent encapsulated me, making it almost impossible to ignore the constant replays of my argument with Rick that my brain was insistent on focusing on. Rick wasn’t good with his feelings but how hard was it to offer any kind of reassurance? And for him to try to say I was the one being weird, only to disappear on me yet again was just the worst kind of joke imaginable. Maybe it was only fun for him while he had an enemy to fight against in the form of Ryan and now that there was no immediate danger his interest was waning. Tears sprung out in earnest at the thought and I threw the coat away from me in disgust, turning away from it only to end up crying myself to sleep for what felt like the hundredth night in a row.

*+*

“Rick! What are you doing here?!” Morty shrill voice woke me up. I shot up in my bed, my entire body aching from the little bit of sleep I had managed. “Y-Y-You need to go, you really upset Aunt Nova, you know.”

“Why in the hell do you think I came back,” the gruff voice I was so desperate to hear growled. “Which room is she in?” His voice grew louder as he got closer to my room, much to Morty’s ire.

“Just go home, Rick,” Morty scolded his grandfather from outside of my door.

“I’m going to apologize to her, then I’m going to solve this Worldender shit and then I’m going home. I wasn’t going to just leave her here with these assholes, y-y-you idiot.”

“Leave Aunt Nova alone. She doesn’t need any more of your shit. She spent the entire night crying, y-y-you know? Why can’t you just go ahead and leave her for good so she can move on with her life.” It was now or never, Morty was close to hitting a nerve in Rick. I stood up quickly, heading straight for the door to break up the fight. My hand hovered over the button to open it when Rick spoke again.

“Look, Morty, you don’t know shit about what Nova needs,” Rick sneered, “You’re out here doing all this talking for her, why don’t we just ask her what she wants.”

I pressed the button, finding Morty wearing a vest with the Vindicator’s logo and Rick looking like his head was going to explode from all of his contained rage. Morty looked up at me, his anger painted over his features as I gestured for Rick to come in. Rick grinned smugly at the boy, pushing past him and pulling me into the room with him. He closed the door in Morty’s face, his facade dropping as he pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly.

“R-Rick, I can’t- I can’t breathe,” I sputtered, trying to gently free myself from his grasp.

“Nova, are you okay? I shouldn’t have left, I just-”

“Your lab coat is over there, you can take it and go,” I interrupted, not interested in whatever excuse he had lined up. He stiffened, not meeting my gaze as he grabbed it, sliding it on before sitting down on the bed.

“Y-You know, I couldn’t just leave you here with these assholes. I was really upset but if you need me to be there for you then, well, here I am.”

“That’s nice and all Rick, but don’t do me any favors,” I rolled my eyes, heading into my bathroom to get ready to face the rest of the ship’s inhabitants. Everyone had heard me crying, but I didn’t need to go out there and make it so blatantly obvious.

“I-It’s not a favor. I fucked up but I’m here now,” he insisted, standing up and moving closer to me. I rebuffed, moving out of his reach for a towel as his hand grazed my elbow. As desperately as I wanted to see him, having him here in front of me right now trying to apologize was just infuriating.

“I see that,” I murmured coldly, pushing past him and out of the room entirely. I wanted to forgive him, I knew he hadn’t meant it as a slight against me personally but every ache in my body reminded me that I just spent the entire night sobbing my eyes out over him. I pushed past him, making my way out into the conference room to find Morty talking to Vance as the rest of the Vindicators poured over a map.

“A-Aunt Nova,” Morty blurted as I walked into the room, “A-Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Morty, just hungry. Is there anything to eat?” I mumbled groggily, looking around the room blankly.

“I think I can help you out there little missy,” Vance interjected, extending a hand to lead me into the dining hall. “We’ve already eaten but there should be some pancakes left.”

“I don’t care what I eat, I’m just starving,” I assured him, following him into the kitchen.

“You know, if you ever need anyone to talk to who isn’t a psychotic scientist, you can always call me up,” he told me with a smile as he pulled out the leftovers from breakfast.

“I’m good, thanks,” I assured him flatly. He gave me a ‘you don’t know what you’re missing’ smile as he microwaved some sausages and pulled out a pan to start a fresh plate of pancakes.

“I’m just saying, you’re a pretty girl. You don’t need to put up with that crazy old coot if you want someone to make you feel good,” he continued, raising an eyebrow at me lecherously. I stared at him for a moment, wondering what kind of death wish he had before turning on my heel to search for the gallon of coffee it would take for me to know how to process this conversation.

“Vance, you’re needed out here.” Alan Rails appeared in the doorway, waving to Vance as he plated my pancakes and slid them over to me on the counter.

“Think about it,” he winked before following Alan back out into the meeting room. Under the plate, I found a holographic card with his contact information. I groaned at it, tossing it in the trash before plating the rest of my breakfast and grabbing my coffee. I opted to just eat in the kitchen, not wanting to subject myself to more of Vance’s misguided flirting. Shouting erupted from the adjacent room, Rick storming into the kitchen to find me looking less than amused as he fumed.

“These fucking assholes, and Morty- Can you believe he buys into their crap?” he ranted, glaring at the door behind him. “H-H-He used to think the shit I did was incredible. These paper mache personalities show up and suddenly I’m chopped fucking liver. Ungrateful little shit.”

“Maybe if you weren’t constantly yelling at him and telling him you thought he was worthless, maybe he would be more akin to you,” I mused flatly, taking a pointed bite out of my sausage.

“Oh, not you too,” he groaned. “You like these assholes? You think they’re super fucking fascinating or something too? They share the same five fucking personality traits in different shiny exteriors. They’re about as deep as a shower.”

“I don’t care about them either way,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “You seem to get really worked up about them though, you ever thought of working through that or something?”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk about working through anything,” Rick shot back clumsily. I stared at him for a moment, allowing him to find the flaw in his own logic. “Whatever Nova, these guys aren’t shit. Six of them and they can’t even kill a garbage villain like Worldender by themselves.”

“I don’t see you taking care of him either, Rick.”

“You’re just full of wise hangover wisdom today, aren’t you?” Rick fumed, storming out of the kitchen to leave me in peace to finish my breakfast. It was easier just to antagonize him while he was angry, a trick I’d learned watching him work on his gadgets. If he got mad enough, his stubborn determination would overcome his self doubt and he would end up victorious over whatever insignificant detail holding him back.

“Nova, will you be joining us tomorrow?” Supernova asked, hovering through the door.

Would I get no peace this morning?

“Y-Y-Yea, I don’t see what not,” I sputtered, finding myself enamoured by all of the beautiful colors she was made up of.

“Is that because you are able to help us, or because you are going with Rick?” she asked coolly, watching my face carefully.

“Why is everyone so interested in my relationship with Rick?” I snapped, “I was here before Rick decided to show up, if I’m going with anyone, I’m going with Morty.” Supernova nodded, ignoring my outburst as she considered a moment.

“I was just concerned, as you do not show any outward abilities that would come to our aide.”

“Neither does Morty.”

“This is not a babysitting mission,” she asserted, “We cannot guarantee your safety.”

“I don’t need your guarantees,” I shrugged. “Rick will be there, he’s got a knack for keeping me safe.”

“Alright, if you are aware of the dangers,” Supernova conceded, turning to leave.

“Thanks for the concern,” I grumbled, returning to my coffee. The door swung rhythmically as she exited and I knew if I wanted any peace and quiet I was going to have to hide. I slunk down against the metal cabinets, sipping my coffee slowly as my head throbbed. The silence lulled me into a stupor, and combined with my now full stomach, my eyes drifted shut for a moment until I had completely drifted off.

*+*

“H-Hey, time to wake up,” Noob Noob said, shaking me awake. At some point I had allowed myself to splay out on the floor, spreading out in the most comfortable possible position. I straightened up quickly, my eyes bleary as they tried to focus in on Noob Noob. “We’ve been looking all over for you. You know that floor is filthy, right?”

“I was just really tired,” I told him sleepily, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“We heard,” he assured me bluntly, my cheeks flushing. “Do you need a change of clothes? Or a shower? I can accommodate with whatever you need.”

“I think I’ll just head back to my room,” I assured him, shaking my head. “Do you know where Rick is? Or more importantly, can you help me get back to my room without him following me?”

“Rick? Oh, he’s been drinking all morning. I think he’s passed out in the conference room.” Noob Noob grabbed my hand, pulling me up off the floor and leading me out into the kitchen. “Follow me, I’ll get you back.”

Noob Noob led me through the dining area, motioning for me to stop as we came up to the conference room. He peered in, looking around before grabbing my hand again and pulling me through the room swiftly. I spotted Rick drunkenly rambling at the TV in front of him, fortunately not noticing when we passed. Noob Noob stopped at my door, smiling as I thanked him for his assistance. I was grateful when he departed quickly, disappearing down the hall as I closed the door. I could feel the filth he’d mentioned, climbing into the shower to rinse it off along with the lake water that had saturated my hair last night.

The shower helped me feel a little better, revitalizing me as I climbed out only to find my clothes missing. They had been replaced with a Vindicators uniform and a small note from Noob Noob explaining that he had taken them to be washed. I pulled on the spandex uniform, surprised at how comfortable it was, even if it did put every single one of my curves on full display. I climbed back into bed, closing my eyes as I forced myself to just go to sleep.

+Ch3: Scene Of The Crime+

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty fanfiction #Rick Sanchez/reader

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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years

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may i request rick and reader having a classic case of body/mind switcharoo (maybe rick's invention got them into that conundrum) and ya just know our nasty ol' grandpa is gonna get some ideas here

Thank you so much for this amazing request!! I beamed when I got it, it’s genius xD

This one threw up a couple interesting challenges; namely settling on the right pronouns to use and figuring out who the hell should be stuttering… Good thing @xerxezra was there to help me out ;)

Just over 5k words. Had a lot of fun writing it, enjoy!

“Come on, baby j-just a little longer.” Rick pleaded, blocking the front door and gripping my shoulders. I sighed and gave him a weary look.

“No. I have work to do, I said I’d help you harvest those seed things, and now I really have to go.” I groaned, thinking of that huge pile of paperwork I had to go through over the weekend.

“I-I-I know, and thank you, I appreciate your help with that, but don’t you wanna know what those seeds do?” He asked, stepping closer into my space, letting his eyes wander over my features, pausing on my lips.

“You’re probably about to tell me, regardless.” I noted, tilting my head at him expectantly.

“I can… I can extract the oil from inside them.” He told me, a smirk forming on his face. “And that oil it- it can get us high. It’s a really intense, mind blowing experience, baby, or- or so I’ve heard…” He trailed off, glancing away from me.

“So you want me to stay here and get stoned with you instead of doing my work? Sorry Rick.” I said, trying to duck past him. He grabbed me again, shaking his head.

“N-no, no, no. Hear me out. The high, it only lasts like ten minutes, I’m not gonna keep you much longer! I j-just really wanna try this, and I need a partner. What fun is getting high alone?” He pleaded, rubbing my arms and flashing me this persuasive smile. “Come on, I thought you were adventurous.”

I considered his proposition for a while, giving him an unimpressed glower the entire time. He knew that I was busy, but he also know I was extremely curious, and it wouldn’t take much to convince me to try anything. “Fine. I’ll stay a little longer. But if I’m not out of that door by seven, we’re gonna have issues.” I sighed.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned triumphantly, and guided me by the small of my back through to his garage. He pulled out a chair for me and gestured for me to sit while he gathered a few things; the bag of seeds, a pestle and mortar, and a pipette. He was a quick worker, shaking a few of the small seeds, that resembled millet, into the dish. He ground them up, turning them into a mushy pulp in a few minutes; the more he ground, the more the substance seemed to separate, and there was soon a fine film of yellow oil rising to the top. He used the pipette to gather up the oil, extracting a generous amount. He then sat down in an office chair of his own and wheeled closer to me, reaching out to stroke my thigh.

“So what, do we just swallow it?” I asked, eyeing up the pipette.

“Essentially.” He shrugged. “You, uh, you ready?” He asked, and I nodded, opening my mouth. Instead of serving it to me, he squeezed the entire thing into his own mouth, then took my jaw in his hand and moved in for a kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, mingling with mine and sharing the oil with me. It didn’t taste like much, pretty similar to vegetable oil or something. Rick continued to explore my mouth, groaning quietly as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. When we finally parted, I swallowed the cocktail of saliva and oil down, and Rick seemed to do the same before dragging his sleeve across his mouth.

I sunk back into my chair, waiting for it to kick in and show me that incredible experience Rick had been so excited about. I kept my eye on him, observing his reaction to the drug, and only seeing an unnerving smirk. A few minutes passed and nothing happened, not even a little light headedness, I frowned.

“How long does it usually take to kick in?” I asked, and Rick shrugged, that amused smirk still firmly on his face.

“I don’t know, i-it probably should’ve done something by now. Maybe we picked duds.” He explained, and I cocked a brow at him.

“Duds? Right… this better not be some sort of prank. Like that stuff’s gonna make me shit myself in ten minutes or… or turn me into a plant person. Some weird bullshit.” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Hey, I swallowed it too. I’m hardly gonna- I’m not trying to screw myself over. I’m just as pissed as you are.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“You look like the damn Cheshire cat. You’re up to something.” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Baby, would I do anything to put you in danger?” He asked, sliding his hands up my thighs and leaning close to my face.

“Probably.” I said, and he scoffed in offence, pulling away from me.

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen. I-it didn’t work. You can go now, s-since you’re so desperate to get away from me.” He said sourly, wheeling his chair away and tidying up his bench. I watched him for a while, not wanting to leave on a bad note. I rose to my feet and approached him, rubbing his shoulders and bending down to peck the top of his head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” I whispered, and he grumbled something under his breath.

“You sure will. M-make sure you get a good night’s sleep.” He said. It was on odd thing for Rick to say.

“Huh?”

“Just saying. You’ve been working too hard.” He shrugged, not turning to look at me.

“Oh, okay. I will.” I told him, squeezing his shoulder. And with that, I headed home.

I awoke feeling dazed, groggy and uncomfortable. I’d been working on that paperwork late into the night, and by the way my back ached and the surface I was laying on felt stiff and unforgiving, I realised that I probably hadn’t made it to my soft, cushy bed. I didn’t want to open my eyes, knowing I’d see the piles of paper scattered all over my living room in front of my sofa. I hadn’t quite finished, but I was almost there; I just wasn’t quite ready to face it.

It was only when I heard voices that I realised something wasn’t quite right. I recognised them, a girl and a boy, young. Squabbling. What the hell were Summer and Morty doing in my house? I whipped off my blanket and sat up on my sofa- no, bed- no, wait… a dizzying degree of confusion hit me as I looked around Rick’s bedroom, wondering how the fuck I had got here. Had the drugs really worked and I’d just gone on a massive bender, completely imagining going home and working? What a boring high that would’ve been. I frowned as I tried to remember what had happened, idly reaching down to scratch my balls as I thought.

“Wait, what in the fuck?” I exclaimed, my voice coming out gravelly and deep. I shot up from the cot, staring down at my body in absolute horror, my pale, wrinkly, skinny old man body. I rubbed at my skin, feeling it’s looseness, feeling the jut of bone at my ribs and hips, peeking inside my briefs to find a cock and bollocks sitting in there. “Holy shit. What the fuck? What the actual fuck?” I murmured, racing over to where a mirror sat in the corner of the room. Rick’s face stared back at me, looking more shaken than I’d ever seen him in my life. I stepped closer, breathing quickly as I turned my head this way and that, inspecting myself from all angles. I was him. How fucking high was I? Was I having some sort of identity crisis? Had those drugs fucked with my head so much that I could no longer remember who I was? I had to text Rick, see where he was and ask him what the hell- but I was Rick. Where the fuck was I?

I took a few breaths to steady myself, holding onto the dresser in front of me for dear life. When I no longer felt like I was going to pass out, I searched for some clothes, finding Rick’s usual attire strewn across the floor. I got dressed hastily, and gingerly peeked outside the bedroom door. The coast was clear, so I made a beeline for the garage. I was almost there, hand on the doorknob, when I was caught.

“Hey Rick, y-you uh, you need any help on any adventures today?” It was Morty. I cursed under my breath.

“N-n-no, Morty.” I said, stopped momentarily in my tracks by the way my words wouldn’t come out at will. I had Rick’s stutter? “I just have to go and see Ri- uh, (y/n) about… something.”

“Oh, okay. What about those seed things you ne-needed to get?” He asked and I turned to look at him.

“Oh, (y/n) helped me w-with that. You can um, ca-catch up on homework or something today.” I told him, turning back and entering the garage.

“Homework?” He said in amusement, following me in. I mentally berated myself, I knew Rick better than that, he would never encourage Morty to do something so responsible.

“I mean, p-play video games. I was being sarcastic.” I amended, opening up the garage door with the remote. I turned to him, gearing up to use the irritated tone I’d so often seen Rick direct at the poor kid. “Anyway, leave me alone. I’ve got s-s-stuff to do.” I said, immediately feeling guilty when Morty silently did what he was told with a disgruntled nod.

I climbed into Rick’s ship, thanking my lucky stars for that one time Rick had been too drunk to fly us home from a bar and I’d had to learn how to drive the thing. I headed towards my house, hoping I’d find myself there and get some answers… I shook my head and groaned, realising just how fucking insane it all seemed. I landed the ship on my driveway and quickly clambered out, rushing over to my front door and hammering on it until it gave way. And there I was. Wearing nothing but a flirty smile; a smile that although was planted on my face, definitely belonged to Rick. It took me a minute to come to my senses, but when I did I shoved the woman inside, slamming the door behind me.

“Hey handsome.” She said… he said? He licked his lips and gave me a twirl. I saw my own body from angles I never had before, and for a moment I was fascinated.

“W-wh- ugh.” I stomped in frustration, developing a stutter overnight was not helping my situation when communication was something I so desperately needed. “What the fuck is happening?” I finally spat.

“Cool, right? How many times have you jerked off this morning?” Rick asked, wandering back into my living room. I followed him closely, glancing around the room; all of my paperwork had been pushed aside, and in its place was my collection of sex toys. I gasped and flushed deep red at the sight.

“Jerked off? I-I-I’ve been concentrating on not passing out!” I exploded, watching as he dropped back down onto the couch, spreading his legs and using my pink bullet vibrator to circle his ‘borrowed’ clit, as if it was the most mundane thing in the world.

“Would you relax? I thought it would be fun to mix things up.” He said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, sighing softly.

“So you planned this? This isn’t some f-freaky friday shit that just hap-happened to us by accident?” I asked, approaching him slowly. I tilted my head, observing my own form touching herself, something I never thought I’d see from this position. A hot tightness began to grow inside my pants, and I glanced down to see a slight bulge begin to make an appearance. I cursed under my breath, not really knowing what to do with that information. I was getting a boner over myself… who was Rick… whose body I was currently inside. My head swam and I covered my face, taking more deep breaths.

“Of course I planned this. This is what those seeds do.” Rick shrugged, looking me up and down as he put on a show, pushing two fingers inside himself- inside my body.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I exclaimed, pulling my hands away from my face and staring at him with a slack jaw.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He grinned.

“Yeah, well, y-y-you definitely did that.” I laughed humourless, shaking my head. “If I have a heart attack right now, who dies? You or me?” I asked.

“Huh, good question. I don’t actually know.” He shrugged, and I gaped at him in horror. “But you know what always calms me down?” He asked.

“What?”

“A nice, relaxing blow job.” He said, putting the vibrator aside and rising to his feet. He approached me, stroking his hands over my chest and looking me over, eyes settling on the half hard cock in my pants. “Sit down, baby. Let me show you how good you make me feel.” He said quietly, trailing a hand down my chest and cupping my junk. The touch stirred something in me, bringing warmth to my gut and making me buck. I was easily led over to the couch and pushed down, then he was sinking to his knees in front of me.

“Y-you’re about to suck your own cock.” I pointed out, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, teenage me would be thrilled.” He snorted, and I smirked in amusement. Something about Rick’s presence and his causal, unaffected attitude were really starting to calm me down. Or maybe it was the hands on my body, stroking my thighs and moving closer to my arousal. A low groan escaped me before Rick even touched me there, and his eyes shot up to me in amusement. “This is going to be fun.” He said.

My pants were unbuckled and pulled down, underwear following them. My eyes widened as I watched my cock spring free… my fucking cock. I felt like I was going crazy. Rick eyed it up, taking it in his hand and giving it a few slack-handed strokes as I kicked my shoes and pants off, leaving them in a pile by Rick’s knees.

“Wow, never seen it from this angle before. My balls hang real low these days, huh?” He commented, looking thoughtful. His grip tightened, pace increasing. The tightness I felt increased, a sort of pressure building beneath my skin as Rick brought me to full hardness; an involuntary groan rose from the back of my throat. It felt different to what I usually felt, I couldn’t place how. All I knew was that it felt good, and even better when I was engulfed in hot, wetness, Rick taking the head into his mouth and running his tongue around in circles, before he pushed deeper, drawing me further into his mouth.

“Ohh fuck.” I groaned, fidgeting on the sofa, my fingers gripping onto it with white-knuckles. Rick moaned, sending vibrations all over the sensitive tip, and I shuddered. He started moving, bobbing his head up and down along my shaft, painting stripes of heat and pleasure each time. The longer he went, the tighter that pressure felt, and I was struck with the urge to buck my hips, chase those pleasurable sensations until I got some relief, to alleviate that pressure. I resisted that urge, having no clue what was too much, I didn’t want to hurt him; instead, I stroked my fingers through his hair. It was strange, looking down at my own face, touching my own hair, being outside of that body. I almost felt embarrassed, seeing myself like that, knowing this was what Rick saw every time I did this for him; it was an incredibly jarring experience. It did nothing to take away from the tightness building in my gut though, ready to explode.

“What do you think, baby? Feels good?” He pulled off to ask, jerking me with a tight grip that pushed me to the edge; I had no idea how to stop myself and before I knew it- before Rick new it, I was having an orgasm. I bucked my hips, thrusting into the hand around me, crying out at this familiar yet different sensation. Just like the orgasms I had experienced in my own body, it came in waves, but there was more of a sense of relief that came with it, that came with shooting a load. I slumped back against the sofa once the pleasure dissipated, panting loudly.

“Fuck… I’m sorry.” I sighed, my breath hitching when Rick put his mouth on me again, lapping up the cum dripping down my shaft.

“Mm, ’s okay sweetie. I guess that answers my question.” He laughed, rising up from the floor and straddling my thighs. I looked up, taking in the view before me. It was a rare thing, having Rick straddle me like this, I supposed he was filling my role quite nicely. “We’ve got plenty of time, baby. Show’s not over yet.”

“Huh? H-how long are we gonna be like this?” It suddenly occurred to me to ask.

“Only for a year.” He told me, and I choked on my own spit as I gasped. I heard him laughing as I coughed, trying my damnedest to recover. “I’m kidding. Nah, it’s just until we go to sleep again.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I breathed, dropping my head back against the sofa. Rick seemed to be waiting for me, giving me this little smile like he wanted something. I glanced over his new body, so very familiar to me, eyes settling on what was between those legs. Now, I knew that pussy like the back of my hand, in fact I’d say I was an expert on it, but having it attached to another person was a whole different ball game. I shook the thought from my head and just went with my instincts. “Turn around.” I said.

Rick gave me a strange look and stood up, turning his back to me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down on top of me, and urged him to lean his head back against my shoulder. He didn’t need prompting to part his legs for me, bracing his feet on the coffee table in front of us to keep himself steady. I brought my hands over his body, cupping those breasts and playing with his nipples just like I did so often to myself. Being in this position, it was almost like I was touching myself, and muscle memory seemed to kick in. I slipped my hand between his legs, finding his clit and rubbing in slow circles; alternating between that and stroking my fingertips over the folds. My fingers were slick, Rick had clearly been enjoying himself long before I’d even turned up, and it didn’t take long before he was letting loose soft moans, wiggling in my lap.

I pushed two fingers inside with my other hand, hooking them and finding his sweet spot with practiced ease. Rick’s breath picked up as I touched him how I’d touch myself, simultaneous stimulation to the g-spot and clit having its effect quickly and easily.

“Oh God, fuck, that feels good.” He told me breathlessly, subtly rocking back and forth. “You know why I did this now?” He asked.

“Because you wanted t-to know what it was like to have a pussy?” I guessed, and although Rick chuckled, I was wrong.

“No one knows how to make you feel good more than yourself. So I knew fucking like this would be the bomb.” He told me, following his words with a groan. He turned his head, burying his face in my neck as I worked more vigorously, circling his clit nice and fast as I worked his g-spot with deep, hard strokes. Usually at this point I’d be close, and by the sounds he was making it seemed he was right on schedule.

“Mm, is this the bomb, Rick? You gonna cum with my pussy, hm?” I purred. Rick whined, his legs shaking.

“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned, cursing again when I felt him clench around my fingers, then they were squeezing rhythmically, and my hand was flooded with moisture. Rick kicked his legs as he came, groaning out loud and long; I was sure I never made that much noise myself. I slowed my movements gradually, making sure to ease off his clit long before I removed my fingers, knowing just how painfully sensitive he’d be there.

“Was that good?” I asked, lifting my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean whilst he caught his breath.

“Holy shit you chicks have it so good. You know how long that orgasm is- Jesus Christ it feels like it’s never gonna end.” He exclaimed. I hummed in acknowledgement, smirking at him as I manhandled him off of me, pushing him down into the sofa face down. “Woah, what’re you doing?” He asked, arousal thick in his voice. I shrugged off the lab coat and sweater I was wearing, tossing them aside.

I stroked myself, quickly finding a pace that suited me. It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and I wondered whether it was narcissistic that staring at my own ass, and the glistening pussy lips peeking out between those legs, had helped me to get there.

“You want me to fuck you, Rick?” I asked, kneeling behind him and grinding against him, getting my length nice and slick.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He growled; it was strange hearing that tone in my voice. It sounded like me, but had an undeniable Rick-quality.

“Want me to pound that pussy of yours with my new cock?” I continued, grinning to myself. I was really coming to enjoy the change in dynamics, being stronger than Rick for once, having a little more control over the situation. It was a refreshing switch, and while I wouldn’t want the responsibility all of the time, once in a while might be nice.

“Mm, yeah, go on baby. I wanna know what it feels like to be bred.” He said, and his words knocked the wind out of me. I was surprised to see my cock jump, my muscles tightening with a hot flash of arousal, and I could no longer wait. I lined up, pushing into him with a smooth thrust, all but collapsing over the top of him when I was buried in his tight heat.

“Oh my God.” I groaned, leaning over Rick and holding myself up with my hands on either side of his head. I had to hold still for a while, adjusting to the new sensation. Now this was very different to anything I’d experienced before; that hot, pleasurable sensation was familiar, but the tight, comfortable feeling of being inside another person was something alien and, frankly, wonderful.

“See how tight your pussy is, hmm? Now you know how good you make me feel every time I get to sink my dick in you.” Rick said to me, tone gravelly and dirty. “You’re gonna feel like you’re never going to last more than two seconds, but trust me; it’ll pass.”

“This is what it feels like every time?” I asked breathlessly, and he hummed his confirmation and squeezed my dick with his muscles a number of times, shooting hot bursts of pleasure through me. “Fuck…” I sighed, beginning to rock my hips back and forth; it all felt so good, so intense. Rick had been right when he said I’d worry about not lasting…

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me how you wanna be fucked.” He encouraged me, tilting his hips back, giving me a better angle so I could push deeper.

“Ohh that’s so good.” I sighed, picking up the pace, that nervous feeling in my gut quickly dissipating, replaced with some kind of instinctual urge, a sort of pull that evened out my rhythm and gave me a burst of energy I didn’t know I had in me.

“Shit.” Rick gasped, burying his face in the sofa, bouncing with my movements. Quiet little moans were surfacing, and I observed him bring a hand to his chest, groping himself roughly.

“You like that, huh Rick?” I asked, whispering into his ear.

“Yes!” He breathed.

“Is it nice having a thick cock inside you?” I continued filthily. Rick vigorously nodded his head, panting and groaning. “Yeah, I know, baby.” I cooed, pressing a kiss into the side of his neck as I continued to fuck him, hearing the sofa squeaking under the relentless motion.

It was quite the workout; and I knew that if I was in my own body my thighs would be screaming by now, but the vessel I was currently residing in was holding up nicely. Rick was much fitter than I gave him credit for. I straightened up so I could look down and watch myself fucking him, seeing how wet he was when my cock emerged glistening. I moved faster still, chasing my release, eager to feel that satisfying explosion of pleasure and relief.

“Ohh god that feels fucking incredible. I want… I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up, I wanna feel it.” He groaned. I shifted my weight onto one hand, reaching my other between his legs and finding his clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Rick wailed, lifting his head and staring up at the ceiling; I could feel him tightening, muscles clenching, and knew his climax was imminent.

Rick cursed and called out my name, twitching below me as he reached his peak, squeezing me hard and fast and bringing me to my own completion. I bucked hard, anchoring myself deep inside him as I shot a second load, this one filling him up, thick and hot. The room was a cacophony of pants and whimpers, and when I pulled out, I was pleased to watch my cum roll down his leg and drip onto the couch; a mess I’d probably regret making later, but for now couldn’t care less about.

“That was awesome, we gotta- we have to do that again baby. I’m know my rickety old body’s got a few more rounds in him.” Rick said, not moving from his spot; face down ass up on the sofa. Wordlessly, I bent down and buried my mouth between his legs, lapping at a mixture of cum and his own wetness. I took him by surprise, and he gasped, hips rolling under the attention. I pushed my tongue inside him, fucking him with it and cleaning out my ejaculate. I groaned at the taste, I’d swallowed so much of Rick’s cum over the time I’d known him that I’d grown accustomed to the taste. I pulled back and trailed my tongue down the back of his thigh, cleaning him up.

“Turn over for me, baby.” I said, and Rick did just that, staring up at me with wide eyes. His pussy was flushed deep pink, well fucked and engorged, I figured he had another orgasm in him before we took a breather. I laid down between his legs and set to work, slipping two fingers inside him and picking up where my dick left off, grinding against his g-spot to coax a desperate whine from him.

“It’s so fuckin’ sensitive.” He told me when I mouthed his clit, sucking gently. I went easy on him, knowing it’d be a moment before he could take much more than gentle stimulation; after that though, a third orgasm would be mind blowing. I’d always found that to be the case, and considering Rick routinely worked three or four out of me in one session, I thought I’d return the favor.

His oversensitivity was passing, and I could gradually apply more pressure with my tongue, circling it around the hard nub and flicking it back and forth. Rick’s moans were picking up again, and I felt his hand tangle itself in my hair, pushing my head down. I didn’t mind, I understood the urge. I rocked my fingers back and forth over that spot inside him, adding a third finger to give him that satisfying stretch that I knew so well. He began to shift his hips, moving rhythmically and grinding against my face. All of these reactions told me I was drawing him to a third orgasm; they tended to come faster and easier the more I had, and Rick must’ve been feeling that too.

“So close… so fucking good baby, keep going!” He groaned, petting my hair and squeezing his thighs around my head. “Argh, fuck yeah! I’m c-” His voice as cut off with a choked out groan, and I could feel him trembling, cumming on my fingers and drenching my chin; this time, he’d squirted.

I sucked the moisture from his inner thighs, lapping his folds and not letting a drop go to waste. Before he could catch his breath I was crawling up his body, crushing my lips to his and easing my tongue into his mouth to share the taste. He moaned into my lips, cupping my cheeks and wrapping his legs around my hips, drawing me closer. When we broke away, he was just as breathless as before.

“Jesus Christ, I need… I need a rest.” He told me, dropping his head back against the sofa and closing his eyes.

“Alright. But I’m not finished with you; next I want you to ride me.” I told him, moving to sit up on the sofa. Rick chuckled, looking back up at me.

“Wow, you’re uh, you’re really getting into this, huh?” He commented, and I nodded.

“I was never not into this. B-but I would’ve appreciated a heads up, you know? It was a little fucked up; waking up with a dick. Your dick, no less.” I snorted. “Plus, I’m pretty confident this isn’t the first time you’ve fucked yourself.”

“You’d be correct.” He admitted shamelessly.

“Exactly, so maybe it wasn’t so weird for you.” I glanced over at him, letting my eyes wander over my own naked body sitting at the other end of the sofa. “F-for me, it took some getting used to.”

“You like it, though?” He assumed, and I smirked.

“Of course. This is certainly an interesting experience to say the least, an-and I’m going to make sure to make the most of it.” I said, sitting up and turning to lean towards him. “So, you rested up yet? Pretty sure this dick of yours still has some life in it.”

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200: My crush’s name is: Ryan, Eli, Claire, several others I cant name for complicated reasons

199: I was born in: 1997/a hospital

198: I am really: Intense weather in my calmness or excitement

197: My cellphone company is: T-Mobile

196: My eye color is: Light green

195: My shoe size is: 9 1/2 wide (i usually have to do like a 11 for high heals)

194: My ring size is: ??????? probably big I have chubby fingers

193: My height is: 5′ 6″

192: I am allergic to: nothing unless you count idiocy

191: My 1st car was: A blue 2007 Ford Focus and I LOVED her

190: My 1st job was: A server for Cheddar’s Casual Cafe

189: Last book you read: How to Ruin Everything by George Watsky 10/10

188: My bed is: A king with lots o’ pillows and blankets and is very comfy

187: My pet: 2 cats, 5 kittens, 6 dogs, 2 snakes, 1 bearded dragon, 1 leopard gecko, 4 turtles, 1 bullfrog tadpole, and bunches of fish

186: My best friend: is a boy i met a month ago because i have intimacy issues

185: My favorite shampoo is: Dead Sea’s Argon oil shampoo is so good to my poor dry curls

184: Xbox or ps3: I use an Xbox to watch Netflix but I don’t play video games

183: Piggy banks are: Cute decorations but go unused

182: In my pockets: $2, some lint, a rubber band, and something weird i took out of my dog’s mouth earlier

181: On my calendar: I have nothing written in it but it has cool pictures of bears

180: Marriage is: Cool because of the financial benefits but other than that unnecessary to prove one’s love. I want a wedding though because I want a pretty dress

179: Spongebob can: Make me hate my life a 3am

178: My mom: Died of breast cancer and smoked a lot of pot

177: The last three songs I bought were? I can’t remember ever paying for music but the last three i listened to are: Cherry Wine by Hozier, Strong As An Oak by Watsky, and San Cristobal by Mal Blum

176: Last YouTube video watched: A slam poem by Neil Hilborn called Liminality

175: How many cousins do you have? I have no clue? At least 10 on each side, but i’m sure there’s way more than that

174: Do you have any siblings? 2 older brothers, 2 older sisters, ans one younger sister

173: Are your parents divorced? They were never married

172: Are you taller than your mom? Nope! She was like 5′10′

171: Do you play an instrument? I can play hot cross buns on the recorder and thats the best i can do

170: What did you do yesterday? I slept and ate beef jerky[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: No, but i do believe in lust and infatuation at first site. I think love takes time to grow.

168: Luck: Yes like, as in karma

167: Fate: Catch me in the right mood and i do

166: Yourself: NOOOOOPE

165: Aliens: Yes

164: Heaven: No

163: Hell: Yes, it’s called Texas

162: God: Naaaaah

161: Horoscopes: I think they’re accurate generalizations

160: Soul mates: Yeah but not like the traditional; kind of way, i think we have lots of people we’re meant to be with in various ways

159: Ghosts: Yes and No i go back and forth

158: Gay Marriage: 100%

157: War:0%

156: Orbs: Idk what this is talking about but sure, ill root for them

155: Magic: No, Im a science gal[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs

153: Drunk or High: High, drinking gives me a tummy ache

152: Phone or Online: Online

151: Red heads or Black haired: Red heads

150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes

149: Hot or cold: Cold

148: Summer or winter: Winter

147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla

145: Night or Day: Night

144: Oranges or Apples: Apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly

142: McDonalds or Burger King: Mcdonald’s

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White Chocolate is the key to my heart

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heels: HIgh heels even though i cant walk in them

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor

137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Burried or cremated: Cremated, the idea of rotting creeps me out

134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing but im bad at both

133: Coach or Chanel: Idgaf

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: ??????

131: Small town or Big city: Big city

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Wal-Mart

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I hate Adam Sandler

128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure

127: East Coast or West Coast: West Coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas all the waaaaaay

125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers, preferably potted

124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney i’m scared of roller coasters

123: Yankees or Red Sox: I dont sports[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: Its stupid and bad and i hate violence

121: George W. Bush: Okay, looook, i dig his paintings, okay???

120: Gay Marriage: gimme that shit i want that shit

119: The presidential election: I could be down for violence against trump

118: Abortion: everyone should have safe access to abortions, they save lives

117: MySpace: I never had one? Does it still exist? I may make one for fun?

116: Reality TV: i dont ever watch it, i avoid it like the plauge

115: Parents: Mine were grade A shit

114: Back stabbers: What goes around comes around

113: Ebay: I use Amazon

112: Facebook: Its filled with my racist family, i avoid it

111: Work: I watch my niece and nephew (twins) and i love it

110: My Neighbors: I don’t interact with them ever

109: Gas Prices: why so expensive pls give me break

108: Designer Clothes: catch me in wal-mart clothes i bough 4 years ago

107: College: I want but cant afford halp

106: Sports: no

105: My family: I love them but they fkn annoy the shit out of me with their political views

104: The future: stop.[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: My niece yesterday

102: Last time you ate: I am eating a bowl of mac n’ cheese right now

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I saw my sister’s in-laws last week and i loooooove them! I made slime with the kids

100: Cried in front of someone: When i found out my ex was cheating on me like two months ago

99: Went to a movie theater: Went on a date with a cute boi like a month ago and w saw Baby Driver it was so good

98: Took a vacation: The only vacation ive ever took in my life was with my ex and his family to Florida last summer

97: Swam in a pool: Less than a week ago

96: Changed a diaper: Yesterday, i change them for a living

95: Got my nails done:last summer

94: Went to a wedding: My oldest sister got married last week!

93: Broke a bone: when i was like 3????

92: Got a peircing: two weeks ago i got my nipples done

91: Broke the law: this morning when i got high

90: Texted: Im texting cute bbs right now[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: My boi Ryan who is a fkn idiot i love him

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: I already left home and only miss having someone else cook and clean because my roomates are hopeless

87: The last movie I saw: The Last Five Years

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: When i can move far north and start a loving and respectful communist sex cult

85: The thing im not looking forward to: Getting up for work at 5 in the morning

84: People call me: lame

83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: i sure haven’t i’m Safe

81: My zodiac sign is: Libra

80: The first person i talked to today was: Ryan

79: First time you had a crush: i liked a boy named Antonio in second grade

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: no one?

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Ryan last night when we said a stupid Ricks and Morty quote at the same time

76: Right now I am talking to: my cat Beatrice

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: probably cry a lot

74: I have/will get a job: working with kids!

73: Tomorrow: I will be very tired

72: Today: I am very tired

71: Next Summer: I will be very hot

70: Next Weekend: Im going to tie ppl up with rope

69: I have these pets: see 187

68: The worst sound in the world: A baby crying because they’re hurt or sad

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my ex inbox me for his url so you can tell him hes a meanie

66: People that make you happy: My nieces and nephews and also my bff

65: Last time I cried: last night because the damn dog was so cute

64: My friends are: amazing and deserve the world

63: My computer is: slow and bad but i still love her

62: My School: was down the road from a prison, which my mom was in years ago

61: My Car: is old and smells like my mom’s cigarettes

60: I lose all respect for people who: are racist, homophobic, sexist, trans-phobic, Islamophobic, anti-semetic, ect.

59: The movie I cried at was: the beginning of Guardians of the Galaxy

58: Your hair color is: Auburn

57: TV shows you watch: Game of Thrones, Criminal Minds, Sense 8

56: Favorite web site: tumblr.com

55: Your dream vacation: stargazing in Alaska

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when i fucked up my siatic nerve in a car wreck in January

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium-well

52: My room is: cold and messy and covered in kittens

51: My favorite celebrity is: Harry Styles

50: Where would you like to be: on a beach in Iceland with a person playing a ukulele

49: Do you want children: Only if i have more than one long term partner living with me

48: Ever been in love: Yes

47: Who’s your best friend: see 186 its Ryan

46: More guy friends or girl friends: no

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when my cat comes to me and just lays where shes barely touching me

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My best friend from high school who committed suicide

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: I want to name my kid Coraline but id also like to do something not defined by a single gender?

40: Last person I got mad at: My sister because she left the dogs inside all day while i was at work even though shes a stay at home mom and so the poor things had accidents and no one was happy

39: I would like to move to: Canada

38: I wish I was a professional: mom[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: white chocolate truffles

36: Vehicle: vintage beatles

35: President: Alexander Hamilton

34: State visited: Florida

33: Cellphone provider: ?????

32: Athlete: ?????

31: Actor: Nat Wolf

30: Actress: Maise willams

29: Singer: Radical Face/Hozier

28: Band: Bad Books

27: Clothing store: Wal-mart

26: Grocery store: Joe-V’s Smart Shop

25: TV show: Game of Thrones

24: Movie: Swiss Army Man

23: Website: see 56

22: Animal: Monitors

21: Theme park: i dont do theme parks

20: Holiday: Halloween

19: Sport to watch: does Yuri on Ice count?

18: Sport to play: no

17: Magazine: i don’t read magazines but i heard Teen Vogue is doing wonders

16: Book: The Kite Runner

15: Day of the week: Wednesday’s Child is Full of Woe

14: Beach: wherever i was in Florida

13: Concert attended: Warped Tour 2015 there was a band called Onwards ect. it was so good

12: Thing to cook: homemade flour tortillas

11: Food: Cheese enchiladas

10: Restaurant: This cute little place named Marianne’s thats down the road from my house she makes the best tamales

9: Radio station: 94.5 The Buzz

8: Yankee candle scent: Clean Linen

7: Perfume: i dont

6: Flower: Lilies

5: Color: pink

4: Talk show host: Steve Harvey

3: Comedian: John Mulaney

2: Dog breed: Pit Bulls

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? 100%

#ask #nydcreep

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Okay I saw Rick and morty on there so

Can you do a Rick that is trying to protect their darling?

Requests may be closed but... but I will make this an exception because I couldn't turn it down- It's a nice change of pace from the usual fandoms I do. First time writing for it so I apologize if something's just... wrong-

Made it vague what universe this Rick is from but honestly, you do what you want as the show canonically has a ton of them. Also vague if Romantic or Platonic.

Yandere! Rick Sanchez Being Protective

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Murder, Vague if romantic or platonic.

- We can't ignore the fact Rick has little regard for life, human or not.

- Like, in several situations he does not mind causing damage or murder.

- Sometimes he finds it fun.

- Although he isn't heartless, he still cares for friends, family, and lovers.

- This means Rick would indeed be ruthless when protective.

- Someone harassing you? He's got something for it.

- Doesn't like someone near you? He can come up with an infinite amount of ways to get rid of them.

- Rick could use either fatal or non-fatal ways to protect you.

- Really, he's going to do whatever way requires less work.

- He can threaten them, manipulate them away from you, or just straight up remove them from this universe entirely.

- Depends on how much they get on his nerves.

- Normally Rick is a pretty laid-back Yandere.

- He just wants to have a good time and stay around you.

- It doesn't entirely get on his nerves when others talk with you normally.

- Like Morty just chatting with you over something he... really didn't care enough to listen to.

- It's your life being threatened or you being flirted with that pisses him off.

- He immediately focuses and confronts it.

- "Woah, woah, woah... what are you doing?"

- Based on his past, the thought of losing you hurts him even if he does not show it.

- He can get confrontational when protective.

- "Go see what Morty's up to, (Y/N). Just real quick. He could be, I don't know, getting into trouble or something. Don't worry about what I'm doing, it's not important."

- Rick would also be one to harm/kill people in front of you, claiming it doesn't matter what he did.

- He has little regard or remorse for doing cruel acts to protect you.

- Some would try to hide their heinous behavior from their darling. Rick?

- Shrugs it off despite your clearly scarred for life expression.

- You can yell at him later, all that matters is he protected you.

- Which, sometimes he is actually protecting you.

- Other times he just didn't like someone near you.

- Keeping you to himself is a goal of his, doesn't matter if murder has to be used to pursue it.

- He's wanted for so many crimes anyways, what's wrong with one more?

- Expect Rick to drag you away from situations a lot.

- When he wants to be he can be suffocatingly protective and controlling.

- "Look, I know you're mad I had to deal with that person in front of you, but you really need to get used to it."

- "You killed someone, Rick!"

- "Morty says that all the time. He got used to it. It's for your own safety, trust me."

- No matter what the relationship between you and Rick in your universe is, Rick would be protective as he cares for you.

- Rick doesn't care for much in the universe.

- You are an exception as he feels you're family one way or another.

- "See? You're safe. No need to be so tense. Sure, they're dead, but that's just life... and death-"

#yandere rick and morty #yandere rick sanchez #yandere romantic #yandere platonic

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bobshollyworld-blog · 6 years

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Weekly Roundup #6

Wooooow. Six weeks of documenting the journey of being a toy collector. That's a long time! Not really, but the journey has been fun despite its lack of longevity. This week is like every week before it: filled with many, many toys! The return of the 3.75" figure is greatly appreciated, as is the resurgence of the 90s figure. This week, there's even a dragon, so let's get right to it!

We start this week off with some loose nineties figures. I bought these from Debbie the Plug, and it saddens me to say that this as well as other items from this week, may be the last purchases that I make from her. Her stock has depleted, and I'm glad I was able to play a part in that. She's a cool woman, though, so our friendship won't end despite me not getting anymore figures from her. Enough of that. Let's talk about the figures.

The Venom on the right is a replacement for a broken figure. It's not a good figure in general, but I figured I'd replace him since I could. I'm mostly excited about the Madam Web (despite her not having her accessories) and the Lasher (I don't really care about his accessories). I've been looking for both of them for quite some time, so it feels good to not have to devote that energy to them anymore. The Ghost Rider is just Ghost Rider. She had him, I wanted him, I bought him. Simple.

I buy these McFarlane sets because I want to add them to the world my 1:18 figures live it. They're slightly small for that scale, but it's manageable, so I don't complain. This is my second Rick and Morty set, and I've probably seen as many episodes of that show, but it's only my first Steven Universe set. I've never seen an episode of that show. These things are great, and they're relatively easy to build. I got these on clearance, but if you like building things, I can't suggest these highly enough. Support McFarlane!

Corps! Corps! I bought some more! These figures are great. Three figures, all with different articulation, at least typically, as well as a vehicle, all for five bucks! You simply cannot beat that. Lately I've been deep into soldier-type figures, and Lanard's toys are an easy way to army build. As for the Motocross guys, I bought them simply for their bikes. Adventure Force is another inexpensive brand of toys, and I think they're actually owned by Walmart.

Last week, I think I only had five 3.75" figures to show off, and I've already tripled that number with this photo and the previous one. These are all Marvel, and all but two were bought from Debbie. The two that weren't (King Loki and Star-Lord) were found in different thrift stores. I already have Loki, but this one has a different paint scheme. I would've bought him even if they were exactly identical. The Star-Lord is actually missing his right arm, but I'll figure out a way to make him whole again.

I told you I had a dragon. Didn't I say I had a dragon? Did you think I was lying? The funny thing about this dragon is that it's something you can buy at any Walmart for twenty bucks. It comes in black or blue. There's a red one out there, but that's a wee bit older. I found both of these (and Star-Lord) in a thrift store in Alexandria. I paid ten bucks for all three. The dragon's batteries work, so he roars and walks and is all-around badass.

These were purchased on eBay. I honestly only wanted the Robin and the Assault Gauntlet Batman, but it was cheaper to buy them all together. The Batman will replace the one I've have for over twenty years, while I've just always wanted the Robin.

Knock-knock. Who's there? Three lunatics! These were another eBay purchased and they came all the way from China. And if anybody knows anything about China, it's spelled k-n-o-c-k-o-f-f. I'm completely fine with that. The articulation and detail of these figures is as good as any legitimate figure I've played with. I don't have an official Deadpool to compare them to, but I'm ridiculously happy with how these are, and that's why they took the final spot this week.

There it is, folks. Another awesome week of collecting. Despite the volume of toys I got this week, this was probably one of my least expensive hauls. I'm proud of myself. See y'all next week.

-Bob Hollywood, 20 August 2018

#3.75 inch action figures #5 inch action figures #dc comics #marvel #weekly roundup #deadpool #batman #90s toys #dragon

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notesfromthepen · 4 years

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Million P1us

A Million P1us

They ignore us because they can.

I've been in prison going on seven years now. I started getting serious about writing when I came down. At first it was just about expression; an attempt to hold onto a little bit of freedom in a place otherwise designed to kill such things. A few years in I started writing about the shit that was happening in here. Figured, somebody should do it.

I wrote about corrupt officers, nonsensical policies, the cruelty of solitary confinement, the censorship, corruption, and the dangerous parole process. I wrote about the slave wages and the financial fleecing of inmates and their families. I wrote about the benefits of good time and Michigan's failure to offer positive reinforcement to inmates. I wrote about everything I saw, the ridiculous, hilarious, and serious alike. I wanted to give a full voice to this experience. Something deeper than stereotypes.

And then I realized that none of it mattered if no one was reading it. So I started a Facebook page, well Mama C started a Facebook page. I connected with amazing people, but it was clear Facebook wasn't the best platform. So we took what little money we had and started a website. Mama C, the saint she is, learned how to put it all together. And finally, a few moths ago, we entered the Twitersphere (they should bring back the electric chair, just so they can strap me in for writing Twitersphere). This is where the magic happened (can you be electrocuted twice?). In a few short months I linked up with so many like minded people, interested and passionate about what was going on in here, which inspired me to push even harder. After every new piece, I felt the sense of relief that comes from getting something off your chest. But whenever I'd see something written, or said about prison reform or mass incarceration, this responsibility, almost a guilt, would settle on me. I was getting good at pointing fingers, but I wasn't offering any solutions. I figured I'd try to put everything I knew together in a single, comprehensive, piece about the American prison system— to see if that would get rid of the feeling for good.

I spent months writing this pain-in-the-ass tome and, when it was finally done, I felt genuine relief. Everything I knew about the fiasco of incarceration was distilled down to single, coherent, piece of work. Dare I say, I was even proud? I was proud…but I was even more relieved.

Now it was time to get it in the hands of people who could actually make some change. Prison reform, after all, is the ONE bipartisan issue in the county.

With magnum opus in hand, Mama C tracked down all 110 Michigan State Representatives. She sent them each their own personal copy, along with a plea for the reinstatement of good time, and an open letter offering assistance. Twitter friends & the Facebook family sent links and messages to the Governor's office all the way up to federal lawmakers. There was even this amazing degenerate, who also claimed to be a famous comedian, who took notice. And he helped spread the word.

Not a single politician responded.

If this ex-telemarketer and procrastinating, but excellent author, who claims to know Joe Rogan, can't get any of the powers that be to listen, then what chance do the rest of us have?

ZERO. The answer, as it stands now, is zero.

And then I got to thinking.

I've always had love for the underdog, the oppressed, the voiceless. And now I was one. I wasn't surprised at the inaction I seemed to inspire in the political landscape. More often than not, these "leaders of men" do the RIGHT thing, only as often as it is incidentally attached to what they're FORCED to do.

They IGNORE us because they CAN.

Which got me to thinking more; what if I was IMPOSSIBLE to IGNORE?

At first it was just this funny little day-dreamt hypothetical; what if a currently incarcerated inmate had a MILLION PLUS followers on social media? What would that look like? The possibilities cascaded. It felt like a paradox, an impossibility, a glitch in the matrix—for an inmate to have that power.

The first thing I thought was, the system couldn't allow it. Then I wondered if could they stop it? Sure they'd try, but what could they actually do? Any attempt would likely back fire. It's a 1st amendment issue. The biggest strength we have at the bottom, is how little we have to lose.

The fact, that this impossibility wasn't actually impossible, was hypnotic. I couldn't stop thinking about it—about what it meant.

Corruption rarely survives the light of day.

An inmate with a Million P1us followers on Twitter, for instance, would be like one of those nanny cams for the prison system. Knowing you're being watched will significantly curb a babysitter's urge to beat a kid into submission. Trust me, the first severe beating of my life was at the hands of a "baby sitter." I was so young I don't remember but Mama C says my whole face was swollen, that I could barely open my eyes. Then again I am half Asian, with baby eyes like slits, you ever think of that mom? Maybe this case of child abuse was just a simple case of racism. In any case, if ol' Rocky Marciano (he was Italian) had known there was a camera, he might've just let me cry myself to sleep without out the vigorous use of the five-fingered sleep aids.

Over share?

The point is, that without the ability to covertly fuck us over, they'd be forced to stop fucking us over, or at least cut back significantly. Politicians could no longer simply throw us away and ignore our pleas without repercussion. They could no longer anonymously give contracts to these abusive corporations who price gouge the hell out of us, while filling their campaign coffers—at least not without a Million P1us witnesses. From the lawmakers down to individual employees, they'd finally be forced to practice what they've been hypocritically preaching for decades: Personal Accountability.

It was fun to think about, but I wasn't actually going to do it. It was just something to think about during the commercial breaks of Rick & Morty. Just another game of "What If?"

Right?

My mischievous side disagreed; it absolutely loved the idea—wouldn’t let it go.

I'd be trying to watch TV and it'd chime in with shit like, "Why not? What are you scared of?" And the little bastard wouldn't shut up about Kim Kardashian. Kim this, and Kim that. "Kim snaps her fingers and people walk out of prison."

I did my best to remind my mischievous side that I'm not Kim Kardashian.

It reminded me I'm more of a Courtney anyway. And that Snooki, Guy Ferari, and half the cast of The Real Housewives all have a million plus followers.

I wondered how my mischievous side knew this but I didn't.

It said, "The whole point of prison is to silence us. Why not grab a megaphone and be louder than we've ever been? Ariana Grande:67 mil, Justin Beiber: 107 million followers on Twitter."

It was a good point.

"Ralphie May, Channel West Coast, Grumpy Cat..."

I don't know how accurate the research was.

All I'm trying to do is take a shit when I hear the subtlest voice say, "We've been waiting for this our entire lives. We are literally MADE for this. The ultimate thorn in the side of authority—of oppressive, corrupt, authority! An epic middle finger to the entire system."

The constant interruptions are starting to get to me but at this point I'm still unsure.

And then my mischievous side, that rebellious little bastard, says something undeniable, something it knows will kill every excuse I could ever muster. Slowly, fully aware of what it's doing, it says, "J-E-R-E-M-Y R-E-N-N-E-R has FIVE MILLION followers!"

And just like that, I'm in. My mischievous side wins for the first time in a long time.

I tell myself, if all these people have figured out how to get a million plus people to follow them, just so they can sell spanks, talk about their next hair color, or just BE a displeased cat, then what kind of coward would I be not to take a shot. Even if it's an air ball, or whatever clunky sports metaphor you'd prefer, if it means the chance to expose corruption & abuse, the government waste, inhumane practices, family separations, and the mass incarceration of those with mental illness, addicts, black, brown, and poor white people, not to mention the chance to knock Jeremy Renner off his high horse, and make the occasional poop joke...then I have to try.

I mean why can't it be done?

If we can rally enough rebels & misfits, the bleeding heart liberals and the stone cold conservatives alike, these conscientious men and women, Millennials, Baby Boomers & Gen-X'ers, to take a few seconds to tune in, then we'll have done something that has never been done before.

We'll have created a blueprint for other inmates and underdogs to fight for change, to show that redemption is real and that you can affect the world around you, even if you're actively being stepped on, if you work hard enough, think outside the box, and reach out to a few friends, who reach out to a few friends, and so on and so on until you become impossible to ignore.

Plus it would be hilarious, for politicians to have to take into consideration the opinion of a convict they'd all but thrown away...And most important of all: to stop Jeremy Renner from using Jeep commercials to force us to listen to his shitty band.

The goal is to get to a #Million P1us followers before I'm released. Which, if nothing changes, gives us 'til 2025.

We can do it.

In a world of click bait and countless distractions, this FOLLOW and SHARE can be your little contribution to prison reform and ending mass incarceration, a small, but not meaningless, drop in the bucket that gives you something to pat yourself on the back about. I'll take it. Or maybe you're just a rebel who's looking for another middle finger to stick in the air. Maybe you're a troll that thinks it'd be hilarious. Or maybe you're just tired of the same old meaningless bullshit on the news, Twitter, and social media in general. Whatever your reason, you'll be a part of giving a MDOC inmate a REAL chance at grabbing the world by the ear, and letting it know what's actually going on in here.

You already know I can't do this alone. If successful, this will be OUR achievement. Anyone who throws in will be a part of this absurd and exciting movement, and together we'll loom larger than we do alone.

I hope you're in.

We can't live in a world where Grumpy Cat has 1.6 million TWITTER followers, and Jeremy Renner is strutting around like he's the cock of the roost —but a convict on the forefront of the ONLY bipartisan issue of prison reform, with a saint for a mother, an amazing group of friends, and a real penchant for subversive, often ridiculous, writing— can't muster up Million P1us people to pay attention. Whatever God you believe in will not likely spare such a world for too long.

Ok, so: inspiration, outright begging, guilt tripping and fear mongering; ticked all the boxes.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention; most important of all; it's actually a really GOOD Twitter account, on its own, regardless of it being about some convict writer.

So there's that as well.

Please link, share, mention, follow, or whatever you think would help. You already know groups and people that I'd never think of who'd be worth reaching out to. Oh, and CONTACT me...I want to know who you are, and what you think. I'm serious about this being OUR project.

Your friendly neighborhood convict, Bobby C.

'til next time, appreciate the small things...even the annoying ones.

#MillionP1us

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templeofgeek · 5 years

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Beeline Creative Inc., found the perfect mix of Tiki and Geeky, their barware is high quality but also serves it’s audience with accurate mugs and tiki drinkware. We sat down with President and Founder Brandon Giraldez to find out how Beeline makes the best Geeki Tiki’s in the business.

Q. Beeline Creative started with Hugh Hefner and is now making amazing geeky tiki mugs… can you tell us how it all started and how you went from Playboy to geek culture?

Our first product was a Hugh Hefner Bobblehead Doll and at the time, Bobbleheads were seeing a resurgence in Pop Culture. I had collected Bobbleheads on “Bobblehead Night” from various stadiums in Northern and Southern California and grown quite fond of them. When I saw Hugh Hefner at a bar in Hollywood one night, I ordered him a Mai Tai (Hef’s Favorite Drink). He thanked me for the drink on his way out and I told my buddy, “I should make a Bobblehead for Hef… I bet people would dig it.” Turns out they did.

I started adding additional product categories to our company’s portfolio which included Plush, Action Figures and Beer Steins. What sets us apart from other companies is that all of our products have a fun, unique and innovative twist to them that aren’t usually seen in that category. i.e. When we made Anchorman and Pulp Fiction action figures, they were larger than the traditional 1:6 scale and included a Talking Feature, which was something not too common at the time.

When we developed our line of Beer Steins, they were figural in nature and included a head-hinged lid. When Lucasfilm signed off on our line of Star Wars Signature Steins, we knew we had created something special. The steins were more of a ‘Holiday/Gift-able” item as they were closer to $50.00 and collecting the full series was quite an investment. I wanted to develop a line of collectible mugs that were more affordable and that fans could collect more easily. It was at that time that we brainstormed licensed versions of tiki mugs. The first concepts we sketched were for Darth Vader and it was something we refined for weeks until we had the design just perfect. Shortly after we had a proof of concept, I needed a name for the brand and “Geeki Tikis” was born.

Q. Your tikis have a perfect mix of defining the character but also making them tiki, how do you find the right mix of both?

The key is making sure that the character is still recognizable, while embodying our “Signature” Geeki Tikis look. It’s a lot easier to work with new licencors now that we’ve established a brand and have something for them to reference. We like to say “We Put the Geeky into Tiki!”

Q. You are taking on huge geeky universes with thousands of different characters, how do you decide who makes the cut?

At the end of the day, I go after licensed properties that I am passionate about, most of which stem from my childhood i.e. Star Wars, Gremlins, Garbage Pail Kids along with more recent Pop Culture juggernauts like Game of Thrones and Rick and Morty.

Once we have a line that we want to develop, we then mash up the licensed characters with our ‘stylized tiki elements’. If there’s a line or character which we don’t think will translate for the brand, we won’t move forward. On some occasions, i.e. Game of Thrones, our stylized designs have character likeness so they will also need to be routed through the actors for their sign off. To date, everyone involved has been very receptive to the brand, which has been great.

Q. Beeline is making amazing bobbleheads and highly detailed action figures, can we expect more of this in the future?

Although our recent focus has been on the Geeki Tikis® brand of products (Ceramic Mugs, Mini Muglets & Tiki Tumblers), we do have plans to develop new products outside of the drinkware category. All of our products are very “Toyetic” in nature, whether it’s a Shotglass, Snack Bowl or Beer Stein. Action Figures and toys in general are a big passion of ours and something we will continue to develop and expand upon.

Q. Your website also gives out some recipes, how many days in the office are spent “testing” the recipes?

Hahaha, while all of us at Beeline enjoy a good tiki cocktail, we work with ‘professionals’ in this arena and don’t typically concoct our own tiki drinks. We’ve collaborated with some of the nations best mixologists who specialize in tiki cocktails, so that we can offer something truly special to those interested in our tiki mugs and tiki cocktails.

Most recently, we partnered with our friend Jason Alexander who owns/operates “Devils Reef” in Tacoma, WA. Devil’s Reef is a Nautical-themed Tiki and Rum Bar. Jason is a HUGE Rick and Morty fan. He developed 10 original cocktails, which he now offers at his bar (served up in one of our Geeki Tikis) for those who request it. We offer our followers new tiki-themed cocktails on “Aloha Friday’s” and post them to our website when available. One day, we plan to develop a cocktail book which will expand on this interest of ours further.

Q. Any plans to make complete geeky drinkware sets? Like maybe a Luke shot glass inside a Tauntaun stein?

The Geeki Tikis drinkware sets are definitely something that we’re interested in developing further and we have some fun stuff in the works. Our first drinkware set was our 2017 Star Wars Celebration Exclusive which was a 41oz. Jabba the Hutt Geeki Tikis mug which came with a Salacious B. Crumb “Mini Muglet”. The latest sets include our 45oz. Rancor Geeki Tikis mug which holds a Jedi Luke Mini Muglet. We also have a Millennium Falcon Punch Bowl Set which will include Mini Muglets for Chewbacca and Han Solo. As we continue to develop new items within the Geeki Tikis brand I.e. Mini Muglets, Swizzle Sticks, Coasters we’ll find innovative ways to tie them in with other products. At the end of the day, we want to develop something that a.) makes sense and b.) has our fans saying “HOLY SH*T I HAVE TO HAVE THAT!”

Q. Is there a particular set of tiki mugs you are especially proud of and why?

Ohhhh that’s a tough one. We’ve had such a fun time developing tiki mugs for hundreds of characters, all of which I’m passionate about.

A few of my favorites are the “Horror-themed” Geeki Tikis i.e. Jason, Michael Myers & Pennywise. These were fan favorites and something unique and different for us. We’ll be introducing new characters in the Horror Series later this year.

We also have a new line of Garbage Pail Kids, which are turning out fantastic. I was curious how the characters would translate to our brand and I am excited to share these with our fans. Being a kid of the eighties, I only wish I could have sipped my chocolate milk out of an Adam Bomb Geeki Tikis mug back in the day!

I am also very proud of the new Star Wars 18pc Mini Muglets set we are debuting at SWC this week. This set is a HUGE passion project and something way out of left-field, yet so freaking cool! The Mini Muglets are approximately 3” and hold 2oz of your drink of choice. Another fun feature is that they’re stackable, allowing you to create Tiki Totem Poles and mix-n-match combinations; Dark Side, Light Side, The Ice Planet Hoth, etc.

I would love to continue developing Mini Muglets for a number of other characters in the Star Wars Universe, as it will give fans the opportunity to collect a large number of characters while not running out of shelf space.

Q. What came first for you a love to tiki’s or a love of all things geek?

All things “Geek” definitely came first, as I grew up with most of the licenses we now develop product for. That being said, I was introduced to “Tiki” fairly early in life at 18 years old when I visited my first tiki bar “Trader Dick’s” in Reno, NV. I was instantly drawn to the ambiance of the tiki bars, the designs of the tiki mugs and all things tiki culture.

Q. Any future characters you can tell us about?

We have some very cool Star Wars items now in development for San Diego Comic-Con. These will be First to Market Releases which we can’t wait to share. We also have some great Summer and Holiday items for Rick and Morty, Scooby-Doo and Classic Batman!

Q. Where can our readers find Beeline Creative next?

Following Star Wars Celebration, fans can come see us at San Diego Comic-Con (July ’19) and New York Comic-Con (Oct ’19). We also will be launching a Shop-in-Shop mid-June in the heart of Hollywood, which will often host special events and first to market releases. For the latest and greatest updates please follow our Instagram @beelinecreative.

Interview with Geeki Tikis Beeline Creative Inc., found the perfect mix of Tiki and Geeky, their barware is high quality but also serves it's audience with accurate mugs and tiki drinkware.

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The Pain-in-the-Ass-a-Thon is back!!!

It's almost that time again! Last year, my partners at Geekade and I teamed up with the Colon Cancer Alliance to do a 24-hour game streaming event where we played pain-in-the-ass video games to raise money for colon cancer research & awareness. Get it? Pain in the ass? Colon cancer? I know, I’m hilarious. Well, we’re doing it again this year, and I’ve got my fingers crossed that we’ll be able to raise even more than we did last time. ($2600 is the number to beat!) We're going bigger this year too! We've got better equipment, harder games, special guests, and probably something to eat other than Funions. So, let's get the important stuff out of the way: Here's how you watch and/or donate!

So, what is the Pain-in-the-Ass-a-Thon? What's this art auction all about? What games will be played? Who is playing them? Why should you care? I'm glad you asked! Let's start at the start. The idea came from my wife, actually. Her father, John Pobicki, passed away from colon cancer before I even met her. Since then, her and her family have always arranged some sort of colon cancer awareness event each year to raise money for the cause. When I met her, they were competing in the Colon Cancer Challenge, which is an annual walk/run organized event, and while it was always a lot of work to get their teams and donations together, it was something they were all happy to do. That is, until everyone’s lives started getting more complicated. A few years ago, my wife Karen physically could not make it to the event. I won’t bore you with the details, but her schedule was very complicated and it simply wasn’t feasible for her to be a part of it, and that really bummed her out. That’s when a light bulb lit up over my head. I’ve always wanted to do some sort of video game streaming charity event with Geekade, so I whipped up a proposal for the PITAthon, brought it to my partners, contacted the Colon Cancer Alliance, and we made it happen. My wife doesn’t have to go through the effort the Colon Cancer Challenge requires (though she may still someday) and she gets to be a part of something that raises money for a cause that’s near and dear to her.

Now that you know the backstory, let’s get to the games. The event starts Saturday, August 5th at 10am and runs through Sunday, August 6th at 10am. It will be streaming live at www.twitch.tv/geekade as well as Facebook Live and YouTube Live. We’ve broken it down into time slots for specific games with different people jumping in to play all manner of stuff. Let’s have a look.

10am-12pm

Game: Contra for NES

Players: Kris (me!) from the Stone Age Gamer Podcast and Evan from This Week’s Episode

Why it’s a pain in the ass: Contra is pretty legendary for its difficulty. It’s a relatively unforgiving game, but with enough time, patience, and a certain famous code, the game is very beatable. Evan and I have 2 hours, Evan hasn’t played Contra in at least 20 years, and we aren’t allowed to use the Konami code for the first hour. I’m pretty confident that I still have the muscle memory to beat Contra without the code, but just to keep things interesting, neither one of us is allowed to beat a level without the other. Honestly, we will probably play fast and loose with those restrictions, but I’m envisioning Evan getting very frustrated, which is going to be all manner of fun to watch.

12pm-3pm

Game: Comix Zone for Sega Genesis

Players: Dan and Kris (me, again!) from the Stone Age Gamer Podcast

Why it’s a pain in the ass: Have you ever played Comix Zone? Because if you have, you don’t need to ask that question. If you haven’t, the easiest way to break it down is that the game is completely unfair. Absolutely everything you do does damage. A bad guy blocks your punch? You take damage. You block a bad guy’s attack? You take damage. You need to break an obstacle that’s in your way? You take damage. And just to keep things even more interesting, you only get one life. It’s a completely awesome-looking game with a killer concept, but it’s incredibly hard. Dan and I will be taking turns trying to beat the game for 3 hours. I’ve never made it past level 3. Should be a good time.

3pm-4pm

Game: Sneak n Peek for Atari 2600

Players: Kris (Hey, that’s me!) from the Stone Age Gamer Podcast and SPECIAL GUEST Ferg from the Atari 2600 Game by Game Podcast

Why it’s a pain in the ass: Before we get to the nitty gritty, this is the first game we’ll be playing with our special guest Ferg! He will be coming to the PITAthon to play some games with us in-person, and Sneak n Peek was his suggestion. I know almost nothing about this game, save for what Ferg has told me. Which is that it’s basically hide and seek for Atari 2600. I can not imagine a world where that works well. Ferg was the one who suggested I play SwordQuest last year, so I have every confidence that this game is going to be a complete mess to play.

4pm-5pm

Game: Puzzle & Dragons

Players: Dan from the Stone Age Gamer Podcast, Dean from Vest & Friends, and Matt formerly of the Paper Cuts Podcast

Why it’s a pain in the ass: PAD is a mobile game that’s designed to be easy to play but difficult to master. Dan suggested that he play this game (as he would) in a particular mode, though. There’s something called the 3 Player Arena, and this is how Dan explained it to me.

“They are a pain in the ass because there are random spawns with pain in the ass mechanics that can end our run instantly. And they took a monster that had been a joke for a year and a half, gave her a bajillionty defense, and made her the boss.”

Dean also told me that while he and Dan have been putting together teams/decks specifically to take on these dungeons, Matt has not, which will apparently work as a sort of handicap to Dan and Dean. And watching Dean lose his mind over difficult games is always a good time. See: last year’s attempt to beat Ghosts n Goblins for NES.

5pm-7pm

Game: World Class Track Meet for NES

Players: Dan and Kris from the Stone Age Gamer Podcast, Ferg from the Atari 2600 Game by Game Podcast, and anyone else who’s in the room.

Why it’s a pain in the ass: This one is probably the most literal pain in the ass of all the games we’ll be playing. It’s not particularly hard, or bad, or anything really. What it is though is a game controlled with the Power Pad, and what we all are is out of shape. So this game will cause us all actual, physical pain to play. If you ever wanted to watch a bunch of sweaty, old guys bouncing around on a Power Pad, now’s your chance!!! We will be playing in Olympics mode, and competing in every event, for 2 solid hours. I hope we all survive

7pm-10pm

Game: Mega Man Unlimited

Player: Jonathan from the Mutant Musings Podcast.

Why it’s a pain in the ass: Mega Man Unlimited is a fan game that I am told is brutally hard. Jonathan requested to pay this game just a few days after the last PITAthon ended, and he’s been looking forward to it ever since. This is another game I can’t say I know a lot about, but when I asked Jonathan how much time he was going to need to play the game he requested 4 hours. So I gave him 3. What I’ve seen of this game looks awesome, so I’m looking forward to seeing him get through it. It’s designed to look and play like classic 8-bit Mega Man, and classic 8-bit Mega Man is known for its challenge.

10pm-12am

Game: The Lion King for SNES

Players: Dave and Cengiz from You Shall Not Pass Go

Why it’s a pain in the ass: This game was literally designed to be a pain in the ass. No, really! If you’ve ever played this game and gotten frustrated by how freaking hard the first couple of levels are (except the first one) that’s actually done by design. It was part of some bananas scheme to harm the rental market. Anyway, this game is tough, and if I remember correctly, neither Dave or Cengiz have ever beaten it before. They have just 2 hours to do so, and I suspect a sizable chunk of that time will be spent on the “I Just Can’t Wait to be King” stage.

12am-4am

Game: Zelda – Wand of Gamelon for Philips CD-i

Player: Kris (hello again) from the Stone Age Gamer Podcast

Ugh. This game. Most of the games we’re playing this year are tough, but good., This one’s a pain because it’s just an awful game. The controls are a complete mess, the game progression makes little to no sense, and it’s cutscenes are legendarily awful. I finished Link: Faces of evil last year, so I had to follow it up with its counterpart this year. I will be using a walkthrough like I did last year, but even with that on my side, it’s going to be a difficult task to get it done in the allotted time.

4am-5am

Game: Binding of Isaac

Player: SPECIAL GUEST Brandon from Interdimensional RSS: The Unofficial Rick and Morty Podcast

Why it’s a pain in the ass: Binding of Isaac is another game I don’t have any experience with, but as a fan of Super Meat Boy, I not only know that I’d probably love it if I played it, but if it’s anything like SMB it’s hard as heck. Our second special guest Brandon will be remoting in once again from Hawaii, and he will have just one hour to get as far into the game as he can. He will have a slight time advantage, since he will not have been up all hours of the night beforehand thanks to the time difference, but I’m confident Isaac is going to still be quite the challenge for him anyway.

5am-7am

Game: X-Men for Sega Genesis

Players: Patti from the Mutant Musings Podcast.

Why it’s a pain in the ass: I honestly don’t know if this game is known for its difficulty, but when I was a kid and it came out, I used to go to my neighbor’s house to play it and we could never properly figure it out. When we were making the schedule for this event, we had an opening in the 5-7am slot, and Patti volunteered to take it if I could find a good game for her to play. Since she’s the co-host of Geekade’s X-Men podcast, I offered her X-Men for Genesis and Spider-Man/X-Men for SNES. She’s never played either one, and she picked X-Men. I am so psyched to see her play this for the first time. I suspect there will be many curse words flung at the screen, especially considering how obtuse this game can be. Patti is pretty foul-mouthed as it is, so it’s going to be a good time.

7am-10am

Game: Bubsy in Claws Encounters of the Furred Kind for SNES

Player: Dean from Vest and Friends

Why it’s a pain in the ass: The grand finale. Dean and Bubsy go way back. He’s tried a few times to complete this game, and each and every time he has failed. Last year it was one of the final games of the marathon, and by the time his slot was over, he was a broken man. Bubsy and his one-liners had defeated him. This game gets a bad reputation as being worse than it is. In reality, it’s not a terrible game. But it’s certainly not a good one either. Bubsy is incredibly fragile, and the level design not only makes no sense a lot of the time, but it’s designed in a way that routinely kills you in completely unfair ways. Off-screen enemies and traps are positively everywhere, and there are few things that are more of a pain in the ass in video games than cheap deaths. It’s got bright, colorful graphics and a really good soundtrack, but don’t let them fool you. Bubsy is pain. Bubsy is Dean’s nightmare. And maybe this year, Bubsy is going down.

But wait! There’s more! Remember I mentioned an art auction? Well, during the marathon, there’s going to be an art auction with original video game themed art from some local area artists. You can check them out here, and bid to your heart's content. 100% of the proceeds will go toward our PITAthon goal, and the auctions will end during the PITAthon. So, if you’ve ever wanted a picture of Rick and Morty in the Fallout universe, you might just get your wish…

And that’s all there is to it. We will be bring a few extra games along in case we raise enough money to hit our stretch goals. Each hundred dollars we make past $1000, we will play for one more hour, up to 4 hours. So remember, Saturday August 5th at 10am, head over to www.twitch.tv/geekade and watch us suffer through this gauntlet of games, and while you’re at it, throw a few bucks toward the Colon Cancer Alliance. And one more thing! Stone Age Gamer has agreed to match our overall donations up to $1000 again this year, because they are awesome, so that’s going to go a long way toward us reaching our goal. (I want to hit $3000 this year). See you there!

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