#more rick in sweatpants NOW

[andy-clutterbuck]

[movidita]

Was wondering if you could write for rick where reader is young and has lots of stamina so sometimes he just lets her get off on his thigh or ride his c*ck or somethin?

18+ mdni

“Sweetheart, ‘m tired.” Rick groaned, his head falling back into the fluffy pillows.

You whined in protest. “But I need you.”

He smiled up at you, all sleepy and groggy, “I’ve already made you cum.” The older man referred to two minutes ago when his fingers were knuckles deep inside of you.

Naturally, you had a much higher sex drive than Rick. Much more stamina too. He was at least ten years older than you, it was only inevitable.

“I need you,” You pout, hands tangling in the thin material of his sleep shirt, “Need your cock.”

Rick smirked at that— his eyes heavy but a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Baby. . .” He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say no to you, especially not with that look on your face— your soft pink lips in a pout, big doe eyes looking into his, he couldn’t resist. “Alright, but I’m not gonna help.” He pulled his cock from his sweatpants, pumping himself in his hands.

You eagerly smiled, already naked from your previous activities, now straddling his lap and lining your entrance up with the tip of his dick.

Eyes falling shut as you sink down on his length, a string of breathy moans leaving your parted lips. “Oh, Rick!”

The man let out a groan, hands flying to your hips in order to control your movements.

“There you go. Such a needy girl, huh?” His fingers dug into your hips, rocking you back and forth on him.

“Mhm!” You agreed, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth, vision going fuzzy as your orgasm approached. “Oh, oh. Oh, mmmgh, Rick.”

“Yeah, come, baby.”

In a second you did. Already.

Your first orgasm already had you sensitive and swollen down there, your second came easily, the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, clit grazing against his public bone every few seconds. You came fast.

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"My everything." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

A sleepless night after your and Daryl's baby was born.

A/N: Just a cheesy imagine hehe sometimes I like to imagine a soft dad!Daryl. I wrote this imagine for my Tom Holland page, so if you ever find it, you know why. Sorry if you see any grammatical errors. Hope you like it! Thank u.

Marley Rose Dixon was one month old now.

She was born in a warm room full of candles, in a blissful and foggy night in which the world of her mother and father was painted with beautiful colors again after walking in a grey world for so long, announcing her arrival with a loud cry that showed her freedom and her desire to live until the doctor (luckily, there was a few in Alexandria) placed her on your chest for the first time.

Marley was named after Daryl's older brother, and you didn't mind because despite everything, you knew how much he loved his brother. At first, the news wasn't easy for either of you two to take in (the option of abortion was considered at length), but the thought of a baby gave you both the hope that something better and more beautiful could come, too. And boy, it did.

Right there, the moment she was born, her blue eyes — identical to her father's — sparkled with the glow of two small diamonds, treasures hidden behind her long lashes from the first time she opened her eyes and gazed, serenely, at her parents, and the new world around her, a better world you two were trying to build for her.

But from that moment on, she cried, cried and cried from time to time.

At 2:54 am, Alexandria is submerged in a cozy dream far from the fear and death, unlike you, and it seems unreachable for you as you walk through your dark room taking soft steps and soft bounces, holding in your arms a small human being created from a great love and blah, blah, blah, other nonsense things you used to believe before being deprived of such a necessary resource, for your sanity and mental health (you didn't sleep much before her, and Daryl even less, but still), But you chuckle, numb from lack of sleep, tired, but at peace with yourself as her little head lies on your right arm and your left hand gently caresses her back, wrapped comfortably in a white blanket with pictures of little elephants, just like the pillow in the shape of the same animal that Uncle Rick found for her during a run.

You love her, you are crazy about her, even if days became difficult and nights were exhausting, (even with the monumental help Carol and the rest of the family gave you), but all the reward is in being able to hold her in your arms, warm and safe. Daryl calls her his angel, his princess, and at the time, it is an appropriate nickname for someone who cries to make her demands heard.

You chuckle, again.

"Is she tellin’ ya a good joke?" Daryl walks into the room, holding a bottle of warm milk in his hand.

You and Carol taught him how to do it, and now, he is an expert. His brown hair is tousled, but it usually is so no one could tell the difference, eyes tired from lack of sleep, shirtless and in gray loose sweatpants he refused to wear at first.

“15 minutes to make the milk? I was starting to get worried actually." You raise an eyebrow, speaking softly. "Why did you take so long? The milk is in the kitchen, not in another country."

"Sorry, sweetheart." Daryl apologizes as he hands you the bottle, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch his daughter stop crying the moment she feels the bottle against her pretty pink lips. "I closed ma eyes and jus' fell asleep for a minute."

You frown, continuing to stroke Marley's back.

"In a chair? On the counter?"

At the sound of your voice, Daryl's head falls until he almost hits his chest with his own chin, waking up from his light sleep before looking back at you. It's still funny to you how easy it was for him to go without sleep all those years, but after a month with Marley, Daryl considered killing walkers an easier task.

"What? No. Standin’. Didn't know that was even possible."

You shake your head gently, looking away to your baby who is enjoying a meal at 3 in the morning, resting peacefully, just like a princess, in your arms with eyes closed, body relaxed, arms outstretched to pretend to hold the bottle in your hand.

“Even dad can get a nap; you sleep whenever you feel like it… so, where is mom's nap? I mean, I've slept an hour every night since you were born, the room is a mess like us, and my breasts hurt too much."

Daryl chuckles.

"Can't help ya with that, darling. In fact, I think that's exactly what got us into this mess."

"What?"

"Yer boobs." Daryl babbles, smiling wearily, eyes closed as he falls against the edge of the bed, only to stop holding his own weight when he can no longer bear it. “Yer incredible, amazing boobs. They’re amazing and I love ‘em so much, but they were the temptation that brought us… this beautiful gift."

You shrug your shoulders, agreeing with him.

"They are amazing, and she is beautiful when she doesn't cry.”

"That's when I love ‘er the most." Daryl answers, and a second later, you both chuckle in unison.

“Although, it was kind of your fault for wanting to do it without a condom, you horny bastard.”

Daryl chuckles, and because he wasn't used to doing that before you, that tiny sound is endearing.

“Ya regret it?”

"Never." You say with confidence, because you know that he did not regret the decision either. You laugh quietly, after a while. “But… you know what I was thinking?”

“Um?”

“That this would be a good time to save money so she can go to a good college.” You joke. But Daryl wasn't used to making jokes, so with the help of the moonlight coming through the window, fighting the darkness of the room, he raises himself slightly to look you in the eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. “Jesus, I’m just kidding.”

Daryl chuckles, falling on the bed again, one arm over his eyes.

“Ya think is a good idea if we teach her how to kill walkers when she gets older? Marley could be the new little ass kicker.”

You smile to yourself, because for some reason, your daughter's name on his lips is like sweet honey. And, although you wanted to protect her from that world, the rules had changed, and in order to survive, she was going to have to learn to take care of herself too. Fortunately, it was still too early to think about that.

So, asleep again, you leave Marley in her crib near the bed before returning to it, laying down next to Daryl as he rolls over onto his left side, taking advantage of the time that you still have until the baby wakes up again, just to repeat the cycle you have been living in since Marley was born.

But life still feels good despite the fatigue and the occasional physical pain, because she was everything you never imagined you could have, not in that world, and she, more beautiful than you had ever dreamed of during the wait.

"Thanks, peach." Daryl whispers, so close to you that you can feel his nose against yours, his hand caressing your waist over your shirt, but you're so tired that it takes you a few seconds to gather your strength to respond.

"Why?"

"For our baby, for lovin’ me, for givin’ me a home. Ya two are ma everythin'."

You smiled, sighing.

"You're welcome, love. We are very, very lucky to have you." You say, taking a breath to answer as you look at him: eyes closed, body finally relaxed after having her on his chest most of the day. He is a good dad, the best. "But still, the next turn is yours alone."

Daryl, amused, looks blindly for the warmth of your body to pull you against him, tickling you slightly and that have you both smiling softly despite the absolute exhaustion, a few seconds before you both can fall into a deep sleep, finally.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Celebrity Crush, Table for Two

Part 2 of Celebrity Crush

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: You go on a date with your celebrity crush after meeting him in uniform. 1.2k+ words of fluff!

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

A/N: Thanks for the idea @anonymousmuffinbear! I hope you enjoy this. Thanks for reading and all of your kind words!🤍

You sigh as you fall backward onto your couch. The past week has been busy and stressful, so you have had no time to relax. Now that you're caught up with work, you can finally catch up on everything you’ve wanted to do. Which, admittedly, isn’t much. With your remote, you scroll through your favorite streaming app to find something to watch. A new true crime documentary catches your eye, and you suddenly remember something. Tim Bradford gave you his number, and you haven’t done anything with it.

Before you can find his contact, your phone rings with a call from one of your friends. You love her but do not want to talk or hang out tonight.

“Hello,” you greet, despite every instinct telling you not to answer.

“Hey, girl! We’re going out for mini golf and dinner, are you in?” she asks.

“Not tonight. I’m exhausted, but I’ll try to join next time.”

“Okay, no worries. Get some rest! Oh, hey, how’s your celebrity crush?”

“Tim?”

“No, Rick Castle- yes! Tim!”

“I don’t know,” you admit, picking at your blanket. “I haven’t called him yet. I was about to text him.”

“Don’t text him, call him! You’ve already made that Greek god wait a week for you.”

“He’s probably busy.”

“Call him.”

You can’t argue again before she hangs up on you. As you find the right contact, you shake your head and click the button to text Tim. Tim is a cop, and you will not risk interrupting him in the middle of something important. So, you type out a quick message, hit send before you can overthink it, then set your phone aside and start the documentary about the Hillside Strangler.

“Should I have signed the text?” you ask aloud. You only wrote About that thanks over dinner…

As you wonder if Tim will know who it’s from, your phone buzzes with an incoming message. Tim’s name catches your attention, and you hold your breath as you read his text.

Tell me when and where.

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement, and you’ll never admit to anyone that you bounce up and down on your couch out of pure excitement as you tap out your reply. In a few minutes, you have a dinner set for tomorrow with your celebrity crush at one of LA’s many restaurants. As the narrator sets the scene for a vicious murder on the screen before you, you fall back on the couch with a smile because you have a date with your celebrity crush.

“What am I supposed to wear?” you grumble as you look through your closet. “Is this even a date? Or just a chance to thank him again?”

You’ve only seen Tim in his uniform, but you know he will look amazing no matter what he wears. On the bright side, he’ll one-up me even if he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants, you think. You stop as you pull a hanger forward. The perfect outfit was right in front of you the whole time. It just took an hour of stressing to find it.

Soon after, you enter the restaurant and look around, impressed by the atmosphere. More impressive, however, is Tim Bradford smiling at you from beside the hostess stand. He walks toward you, proving that you are right. The man can’t look bad, but he knows how to dress.

“You look beautiful,” Tim says.

“You do, too,” you answer. “Or handsome? You’re both- I… Thanks for meeting me.”

“Are you ready?”

You nod, and Tim offers his arm. With your arm looped through his elbow, you follow him to the table with your eyes on his face the entire time. Tim smiles at you as he pulls your chair out for you, and his fingers trail over your arm as he steps away.

“So,” Tim begins as he sits across from you. “What’s it like being one of the only women in the world that gets to go out with your celebrity crush?”

“Well, the only thing he’s done is help me to my seat and prove that he eavesdropped,” you murmur, looking down at the napkin in your lap.

“If you wanted a nice date, you should’ve chosen a different celebrity crush. I don’t have the best track record,” Tim admits.

You sigh dramatically but smile as you ask, “How soon can you get Aaron Thorsen down here to take over for you?”

“If I sent him a picture of how perfect you look, very quickly.”

“Tim, no one is a great date. Me included,” you promise, offering your hand across the table. “Besides, I thought I was just here to say thank you again and talk about the cases in the documentary.”

“Right,” Tim agrees. “But I’ll need something in return. If I tell you about the cases, you have to tell me about you.”

“Interesting case details for boring personal details? That’s a terrible deal for you.”

“Depends on where you stand.”

You shrug, but Tim takes your hand as a silent promise that he wants to hear about you and get to know you. This is a date, after all.

“You’ve been in three documentaries,” you begin, ignoring the menu and everything else around you. “Which of those cases was your favorite?”

“Morris Mackey,” Tim answers without hesitation.

“Because of Officer Thorsen?”

“Amongst other things. It was an interesting investigation.”

“I have to ask-“

“If seeing Jake Butler dead freaked me out?”

You pinch your brows and finish, “Is your Sergeant really that funny?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tim answers. “Grey is one of the best cops and best men I’ve ever met. Your turn. Why did you approach me in the store last week?”

“Are you kidding? I loved those documentaries, I wasn’t kidding. When else am I going to get the chance to meet someone from one of those?”

“I’m glad you texted,” Tim admits.

“I’m glad you gave me your number. You know, my friends thought my crush on you was weird until they saw you.”

“The Abercrombie model hot cop?” Tim asks with a knowing smile.

���Their words.”

“Are you ready to order?” your waiter asks.

“Oh, right,” Tim says, looking at the menu. “We’re going to need one more minute. Thank you.”

The waiter nods, and you wait until he walks away to laugh. Tim shakes his head as he raises the menu, and you decide right then that this is the best date you’ve ever been on.

“Thank you, Tim. I had a great time,” you say as Tim walks you to your car.

“I did too,” he replies.

Tim slows and uses your joined hands to pull you toward him. He looks down at your shirt, visible beneath your sweater, and notices it’s the one he gave you from the store.

“Do you think I’m the kind of celebrity crush that can get a second date?” he asks.

You hum as you step closer to him. Slowly, you tilt your chin up and give Tim time to step back. He doesn’t, opting to meet you halfway. When your lips brush against Tim's, he has all the answers he needs. This is not going to be your last date. You raise your hand to his jaw, gently sliding your fingers against his skin before you move back, your other hand still in Tim’s.

Tim opens his eyes slowly as he asks, “Does this mean I have to watch true crime with you?”

You smile and laugh, squeezing Tim’s hand. “Oh, yeah. Who else can tell me how accurate everything is?”

[itsmeatballworld]

hold me close

pairing | husband!rick grimes x pregnant!wife!reader

summary | Reader is pregnant and her husband Rick Grimes is always caring and loving towards her, no matter what time of day.

wc | 1.2k

warnings | mentions of pregnancy/pregnant!reader, discomfort related to pregnancy

a/n | no plot, just soft and sweet Rick because he's a loving husband <3

Moonlight trickled through the large paned window and you were wide awake.

This was most nights; sleep would come fast but end just as quick. You exhaled, readjusting the pillow beneath your head with the hopes that would make you snug – and eventually you’d become tired.

But… nothing.

Everything was uncomfortable. The bed, the pillow. You twisted and turned, contorting your limbs around the sickly hot blankets but no angle or elevation was helping you sleep.

Opening your eyes wide, you grumbled.

“Let. Me. Sleep.” You tapped on the lowest part of your protruding belly with the hopes your unborn gremlin gets the hint. Let mommy sleep or nobody’s gonna like me tomorrow.

And so you scrunch your eyes closed with the hopes the warning was enough…but hell…not even a silly demand could make you fall asleep.

I guess I’ll start counting sheep or whatever sane people do.

First, you outlined your fuzzy slippers under the armchair and Rick’s comfy sweatpants folded neatly on the cushion. Judith’s toys were there too. Some were thrown on the floor from playing the day before. She has a habit of hiding her favorite toy in different parts of the bedroom every night when Rick brushes his teeth. It turns into a game the next morning of ‘daddy find my toy’. Rick usually shuffles around the bedroom and acts surprised when he finds it in the same spot every time: in your right slipper. Never the left, always the right one.

The soft snores from your husband beckon you to turn towards him. He was so peaceful, enjoying his dream about ‘who-knows-what’. And you wanted to be doing that too but you couldn’t and it was irritating. Every twist felt wrong and unnatural. Surely you were going stir crazy.

You groaned. With a last-ditch effort, you push your body to the left with the hopes you can relax on your side. But nothing.

Each second you lie in bed, every moment you're awake, it gives you more reasons to get up and go outside for air. If sleep was not happening, then fuck it – the day starts now.

The bed shifted before you moved. Shit, you curse.

Rick rolled over, turning his sleepy blue eyes on your contorted frame. The bedsheets slipped down to his navel and exposed his bare chest. “Hey.”

“Sorry.” You shift towards him slowly, “can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

“Liar,” you hummed. “You’ve been snoring for over an hour.”

He smiled lightly. “Must be hearin’ things.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” There was a pause as he stretched his arms and dipped his head back into the pillows. You admired his jaw and stubble in the hazy light as Rick scratched his chin. He was sexy, even when he wasn't trying to be which made your life so much harder than it should've been. Damn. You wished you had more energy to climb on top of him.

…That might also be one of the reasons why you were pregnant.

“Feelin’ okay?” Rick gazed back at you with admiration.

You nod.

He yawned, slowly inching closer until his arm draped across your waist. His large hand trails across your side, down to the swell of your belly. He keeps his palm steady. “Are you lettin’ momma sleep?”

You laughed, placing your hand on top of his. “Not since last month.”

“Now, you gotta let ‘er sleep,” Rick’s sleepy southern drawl was scratchy as he hushed his words. It was like he was whispering just to the baby, lost in his own little conversation. It was cute to watch his demeanor change from ‘husband to dad’ mode in a split second, even in the middle of the night. You loved how he doted over every single one of his children – even the ones he hasn't met yet.

His fingers rubbed a bit more before that arm slid back around your waist. He pulled you a bit closer before whispering, “what can I do?” This time his eyes were on you.

“Nothing, I'm just tired.”

“Want me to rub your back?”

A smile crept across your face before yawning. “That might be nice…”

His hands drift over to your side, pushing up against your lower back when you slide closer to the edge of the bed. You moaned, relaxing against his callous hands. “Keep them there, sheriff.”

He stifled a laugh as his body met alongside yours. His hands took turns kneading and swirling your muscles in different directions. It was so calming and gentle. Every touch felt like butter melting into your skin. You might not be tired but you sure were relaxed.

“Mmm.”

“Like that?” Rick’s playful voice made you grin.

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll keep goin’.”

“No. No, I should move.” You stretch your legs, “I’ll get up. You need to sleep.”

There was a pause as you tried to swing your legs over and prop yourself up. The momentum wasn't enough. Your weight was so disproportionate from the pregnancy that it was almost impossible to fully roll over and lift yourself up. It only took one second of struggling and that was enough for Rick to meet you halfway.

“Need help?” he asks quietly. “I’ll help you up.”

“Oh, now that’s hot,” you snickered as you pushed yourself up from the sunken mattress. As soon as gravity took hold, you felt the pressure in your bladder as the baby weighed heavy on what felt like every organ you had. Rick went to follow behind you, but he stopped when your lips pecked his forehead. “Stay. Sleep. I’ll be back soon.”

“Nah, I’ll come sit with you—”

“I’ll be right back. Okay?”

Rick wasn’t one to just give in and agree to anybody. His wife was the only exception. You cherished that he loved you so much, so much that he’d stop being stubborn and lie back into the pillows with a quick ‘alright’.

And you did plan to be back soon.

But plans get messed up sometimes. When you woke up in Judith’s room, cradling her against your body in the padded rocking chair, you saw Rick already bright eyed and dressed for the day. He slipped on one black sock as a wide grin plastered across his handsome face.

“Mornin’ beautiful.”

“Morning,” you hummed and rubbed on Judith’s back.

You remember a bit of last night. After leaving the bedroom, you made a warm drink, cleaned the kitchen, folded the laundry, and finally checked on everyone once the sky brightened. Carl was fast asleep, his sheriff hat neatly placed on the top of his dresser next to the clothes he’d wear for the day.

But when you got to Judith’s room, she was up. Dark eyes watered as she clung to the side of her crib, like she was already awake after a bad dream. So you came in, changed her into clean yellow and pink floral pajamas, and made her a bottle. You passed out some time after Judith fell back asleep in your arms.

Rick scooped his daughter up his arms. “You should get some rest before you pass out on the couch. I’ve got ‘er and Carl so go lie down.”

“No way.” You slipped off the rocking chair with one hand on your bump. “I’ve had this craving for crunchy granola and milk all night.”

“Granola?” You can hear the twang of sarcasm on his tongue which sounded funnier because of his cute accent.

You nod. “Carol snuck me an extra batch before portioning it out at the pantry.”

He was grinning, watching you waddle down the hallway and stairs as you rambled on an on about this craving. “—crunchy granola, not soggy. The baby is very specific, Rick—”

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[stuckinthesun]

“Let me treat you right.” Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Kinktober — Week Two: Body worship, edging/denial, Dom/Sub undertones, cunnilingus

Tomorrow was Halloween, or at least according to Eugene’s makeshift calendar it was, and Alexandria was decorated with homemade and scavenged Halloween decorations for the occasion.

Everyone agreed that they wanted to do something special for the kids in the community, make a day where the world didn’t seem so shitty.

That was why you were up at one in the morning, making candied walnuts. You wanted the kids to be able to have the classic trick-or-treat experience, and Daryl had found a couple bags of expired candy, but you also wanted them to have something fresh.

You just finished twisting the timer after putting in the last batch of walnuts, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, welcome home.” You called out quietly to Rick, trying not to wake up the kids.

The sound of his boots grow louder as he makes his way toward the kitchen, and when he walks in, his face is wearing a look of both amusement and curiosity, “Hi honey, what are you doing? Thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“I’m making candy walnuts,” You shrug, smiling at him, “thought they would be nice for tomorrow.”

“You’ve been doing this all night?”

“Yeah, I let Carl taste test my first batch and he said they were good so I just kept going.” You said, cracking open another walnut, “Lord knows we have enough of these-”

You were cut off by Rick suddenly standing right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

A smile pulled at your lips as you curled into his embrace, “Maybe once or twice; what’s the occasion this time?”

“It’s just really sweet what you’re doing.” Rick whispered, his thumbs starting to rub small circles against your hips.

You let out a shaky breath, “Well I won’t lie to you, I am making extra just for us.”

Rick chuckles and lets go of you, before cleaning off the counter in front of you, “Still, I think you deserve a reward for being such a sweet girl.”

Quickly his hands return to your waist, spinning you around to face him and beginning to slide your sweatpants down. Heat instantly starts to pool between your legs as you wonder what he has in mind.

Once Rick has the band of your sweats and panties down your thighs, he lifts you up and sets you on the counter top, “Now just sit there and keep looking pretty for me darling, I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Rick,” You whimper, watching him kneel down down in front of you and feeling slightly embarrassed because he now has full view of just how wet you already are.

Rick grabs the plush of your thighs and spreads them apart and groans, “fuck baby,” before leaning in and licking a long messy stripe through your already soaked pussy.

Your hand instantly flew to cover your mouth, quieting your moans so you didn’t wake up the kids, while your other hand tangled itself in Rick’s curls, pulling his face closer to your aching center.

He chuckled against you, the vibrations only helping stimulate you more as his tongue circled around your clit. You moaned into your hand at the tease, the feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin making you shiver against him.

Finally Rick brings his tongue directly to your clit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucks little bundle of nerves, causing you to grip his hair a little harder and pulling you closer to brink of an orgasm before he stops and goes back to teasing you.

“Wh-“ You hate how fucked out and whinny your voice sounds, “Why?”

“I’m not done thanking you.” Rick hums against your dripping cunt, before going back to dragging his tongue against everything except your clit.

This continues for another five minutes, of him bringing you to the edge and then not letting you cum. You’re now a shaking, crying mess on the counter, still desperately trying to stay quiet, “R-Rick please I-I thought this w-was a re-ward,”

You felt Rick smirk against you before he pulled away, face glistening with your slick, “It is, that’s why I’m dragging it out.”

“Please let me c-cum please please,” You beg, hips rolling against nothing, missing Rick’s mouth on you.

Rick laughs and doesn’t say anything, just dives back in and sucks on your clit hard. You moan into your hand, cumming instantly against his face.

“Sure babygirl,” Rick said after he pulled away from your now sensitive cunt, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, “I’ll let you cum.”

You just let out a tired breath.

One of these will be on the correct week istg

[beaker1636]

Donors Wanted Pt. 1 - Chris Motionless

AN: Hey, here it is. I have never written in first person so if this is slightly lower quality than my other work it is because I am adjusting to that, but here is the first part! I hope you all enjoy it! I have no clue how many more parts I intend for this but it'll be several!

Taglist: @yournecessaryevil @talialovesmiw @ladyveronikawrites @cookiesupplier

I slip out of the shower before making my way back towards my bedroom, trying to decide what I should do.  I know the inevitable is going to happen, the sun is now setting so they should be here with the one who is sick.  I sigh, slipping into some sweatpants and a shirt to be comfortable figuring that  would probably be the best but really not sure how any of this is going to work honestly.

Suddenly Sierra is standing outside my door, startling me when I leave my room.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” I grasp my chest, startled as my body jumps from my sudden presence of my roommate.

“I wanted to tell you that you should probably make sure to eat, this time he is going to need more than usual because of how rough he is and I don't want you too exhausted or to pass out.  I already made some of your favorite pasta and have it on the stove for you,” she says softly, giving me a smile as she steps away to give me room to step out into the hallway.  Her blue eyes show me just how happy she is that I am willing to do this, that I want to help her friend.

“Yeah, okay.  Thanks, I assumed I’d be sitting there awhile too so I wore something comfortable.  I guess I don’t know how to prepare for any of this, honestly I am starting to get nervous about this all Sierra,” I finally admit.  I refuse to look at her, knowing she would want to try and make it better if she knows just how bad I am.

“Hey, I was too the first time I did this for Rick, but then just knowing I was helping someone, that I was able to help him stay alive, it helped me feel like it was worth it.  Now we have a really strong bond, honestly we haven’t labeled it but we’re basically a couple. This isn’t a bad thing honestly, is it going to hurt, yes, I almost guarantee it this time because he is going to be a lot rougher more than likely.  But normal feedings, they don’t.  After the initial sting of the bite it actually can feel okay, or they can make you feel great because it gives the two of you a bond nobody else has with them,” she says.  Her eyes meet mine again as she smiles, I can tell her feelings are genuine. That she means everything she says, that she does feel that bond with Rick.

“I, thank you.  I just needed that reassurance. I guess that this genuinely won't be terrible, come on, lets go eat some dinner before they get here,” I say softly, squeezing her arm as I walk by her in the hallway in thanks for helping me feel better.

We both settle on the couch with a bowl of our pasta, putting one of our favorite shows on the tv so that we could sit and try to relax about this impending moment, me pulling my blanket around myself as I try to warm up, unsure if I feel cold because of my anxieties or if I am actually cold.

We are most of the way through dinner when there is a knock on the door, making me tense up in fear as the reality of what is about to happen comes crashing down.  I almost instantly glance at Sierra, silently begging her to answer the door so I have another couple moments before this actually happens.

She gets up, giving me a reassuring smile before she goes and opens the door, hugging the shorter man that is standing in the front before ushering him in.  Then behind him there are two bigger guys carrying in another, one that is clearly sick.  His eyes are barely even open, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he lets them carry him, limp and unmoving inside of our house. 

I let out a gasp when I realized just how sick he actually is, I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t actually this bad when Sierra told me about him but I didn’t.  This poor man, his black hair hangs in his face, almost covering his dark eyes as they move and gently set him on the couch next to me.

Before I can register what’s happening the shorter one has their arms wrapped around me in a hug, one that I stiffly return, anxious and confused.

“Thank you, thank you so much for helping our leader.  We, we all thought we were going to lose him and we’d never find someone who would help,” he says, his voice soft in my ear before he pulls away with a smile.

“Uhhh… you’re welcome?” I say awkwardly, not sure what I should think about this all.

“Hey Rick, you probably should have said who you were before you just pulled her into a hug, she's already anxious,” Sierra scolds before she looks at me. “That was Rick, he's the clan doctor of this group.”

The one who is named Rick gives me another smile.  His dark hair looks beautiful against his skin and blue eyes, I can understand why Sierra seems to have a thing for him, he is much her type.

“Oh yeah, sorry.  I’m Rick, and those two that helped me bring Chris over are Ryan and Justin,” he gestures to the other two.  I notice Ryan is a bit more bulky, his muscles in his arms prominent as he gives me a slight wave.  The piercing in his nose for some reason stands out to me, maybe because I didn’t expect it.  Justin on the other hand is quite a bit taller than the other men, his hair an artificial blonde color which tells me he either dyes it or intends to.  Justin gives me a sad smile, like he's happy I am helping but distraught over their leader being in rough shape.

“Um Hi? I’m y/n.  Sorry, normally I have more to say but I’m still… processing things.  What do I need to do or whatever,” I say softly, my eyes settling on the heap of a form that is their leader.  My heart is half broken, I can’t help but wonder how long he has been starving to get this sick.  And the fact he is taking the admirable path and refusing to just go eat like most of their kind would and is letting himself starve…. I just can’t wrap my head around this.

“Well, normally you two would meet a couple times a week give or take so that he could come and feed, and you’d arrange that together but he clearly couldn’t do that this time.  I also unfortunately am thinking we may have to umm cut you, make him smell your blood to make his instincts kick in to drink from you.  His body is so shut down that I don’t think he is going to be able to just naturally do it.  Anyways, there are a few things I do think you should know first.  Mostly this one, drinking from a human, it naturally arouses us, so if he ever kisses you or something, please don’t take it badly it’s probably because of that natural response.  Second, we are able to heal your wounds with our saliva, so when it’s done and you allow him to lick the marks they will go away within a few minutes.  And third, most importantly, you are always welcome to cancel this arrangement at any point. It is preferable with notice but if you just decide you can’t do it anymore it is understood and you’d be allowed to leave.  Uhh Ryan, Justin, am I forgetting anything? I’m so used to Chris doing this talk with new people that I don’t remember what all he says.” Rick asks, glancing towards the other men to ask if he missed anything.

“I don’t think so honestly,” Ryan says, giving a shrug as he watches you curiously.  Normally the donors are freaking out more but somehow you don’t seem to be and it is honestly perplexing him, making him wonder why.

“I, I guess we should start this, not waste time in helping him feel better huh?” I ask, my eyes still watching their leaders form as I take in the sight of him some more.

“I’d suggest if you don’t mind maybe doing this in your bedroom, it’s going to take a while so that way you can make yourself comfortable, and so if it is easier he is able to lay down,” Justin quickly suggests, wanting to make this as easy on both Chris and I as he can.

“Uh yeah okay, follow me I guess,” I say softly, leading them towards my bedroom, watching a little curiously as the two men are carrying their leader again as I sit against the headboard, learning back so as to try and be comfortable while they place Chris on the bed next to me.

“I think what will be easiest is to just have you give him your wrist, see if he’ll take it.  If not, do you care if I cut you, not a lot but just enough that it should make him instinctively react and hopefully reach for you? He’d still wind up biting you but at least then we know he is drinking,” Rick asks, looking up at me with his blue eyes looking sad, like he doesn’t want to do this.

I nod, moving to place my arm right in front of Chris, hoping that he’ll find the strength to just lean in and take what he needs but when he doesn’t I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, wanting him to just do it.  I let out a sigh, moving to hold my hand out towards Rick so that he can take his knife and lightly cut me, hoping he understands that I am telling him to just go ahead and do it.

He also sighs, moving to lightly knick me, enough to make me bleed but not enough to hurt me as I let out a small gasp from the sting.  I move to put my arm in front of Chris’ face again, noticing that his eyes are opening as he just watches me closely, practically drooling over it but not acting.

“Fuck, come on Chris,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I want him to do this, that I want to help him and I feel hopeless.  He finally leans in, smelling me softly before I feel his teeth suddenly clamp down, biting into my flesh hard, making me gasp and let out a cry, in both surprise and pain as he finally gives in to this.  

His lips settle on my skin around his teeth as he finally begins to drink, his hands pulling my arm and me closer to him as he takes what he needs, my eyes meeting his as he does.  I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes, something drawing me in, neither of us looking away from the other until we hear some quiet cheers from across the room as everyone realizes that he is actually feeding from me.  

I look back towards him again, noticing a small stream of red running down his chin and can’t help myself but to wipe it off with my fingers, noticing how he shuddered slightly under that touch as he continued to drink.  His eyes staying locked on me as he starts to look healthier, gaining more strength and his powerful aura is starting to shine through more and more as he continues.

I start to grow tired as he continues to feed, starting to slump in my bed a little as he continues for a few moments longer, my eyes growing heavy.  He pulls away and looks at me with such a soft expression on his face, one of thanks, adoration, admiration before he pulls my arm back towards him, gently licking at the wounds of his bite and of the cut before he gently places it back down, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before looking towards the others in the room.

“Can one of you go get her some orange juice or something, it’ll help her perk up a little from this,” he says, his tone commanding.  

Within seconds the other three men are scrambling out of the room, headed towards your fridge to do as he asks while your friend Sierra watches you, concerned because of how pale you look.

I don’t look at her though, I choose to look over at Chris again, who is still seated next to me. When I meet his eyes he gives me a smile, a hand settles softly on my arm as he lightly rubs his fingers along the skin that he had previously bitten.

“Thank you, I, just thank you,” he says softly, his eyes watching mine as he continues to treat me so gentle, so valuable and I don’t know what to do about it, what to think.

“Chris, it’s no problem, wanted to help who everyone thought so highly of,” I say softly, rubbing my eyes a little bit as the exhaustion still hits me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth the guys return back, someone shoving a glass towards me of the juice as they all watch to make sure I drink, that I am doing alright.  I finish it and lean back with a sigh, feeling a little better but still not great.

“Well, do you want all of us to sit here and keep an eye on her or do you trust yourself enough to watch her for a little bit herself.  As much as you drank from her, someone needs to watch her for an hour or so, make sure she is okay because it was so much more than usual,” Rick explains, looking at Chris.

“I can do it, you guys have already done more than enough.  Someone go check on Vinny, we all know he still struggles a little bit with urges when he's alone and the rest of you can go, thank you,” Chris says, nodding towards them before they all look towards me again, all giving me their thanks for what I did before they wander out.

It is quiet for a minute while it is only Chris and I in the room, neither of us sure what we should say or what we should think, before he finally breaks the silence.

“Thank you for this… now I feel like we should talk, get to know each other better because we are going to be seeing a decent bit of each other,” he says gently, moving to help me lay down on the bed when he can tell that I am ready for it.  My head now rests on my pillow before a blanket is draped over the top of me while he still sits there next to me.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

[thesoftboiledegg]

The mall closest to my place is still dying a slow death. When I visited yesterday, two more stores had closed--and they were major chains, not local retailers. Maybe Spencer's is single-handedly keeping this place alive.

Rue 21 had one new item: a single pair of sweatpants alone on a shelf.

One of the "nerdy" stores had a dice set featuring everyone's favorite pickle.

Spencer's had a single new mug. Now you can drink out of Rick's head!

The manager mentioned to me that new merchandise (in general, not specifically RM) was coming after they completed inventory on the 31st, so that might explain the lack of new products post-holiday season. We're also not getting season eight until next year, but that probably won't stop Adult Swim's marketing team.

Today, I decided to visit chain stores in an area that I don't normally visit. I walked into Five Below to see this near the doorway:

I've seen the monthly illustrations on another calendar, but that cover is new. And shiny ✨

Need a place to store your loose AirPods? Try this fashionable Rick and Morty case featuring Rick's boyish grin.

Time for a new store that I'd never visited, at least in adulthood: T. J. Maxx. I saw this hoodie ages ago in Journey's. Now it's back, in thrift store form! One of my favorite designs. 🌈

A visit from the Portal Boyz! Technically, Nick and Morty were the Portal Boyz, but I guess nobody wants Nick merchandise.

Afterward, I went to Target for the first time in a while. They had the Rick and Morty manga in stock. I actually didn't know it was a graphic novel--I thought it was just another issue of the comics.

Weirdly, they also had a shirt that Journey's used to carry. Pretty unusual for me to see the same item in two separate chains. Anyway, I guess nobody's tired of wearing a shirt that says, "I am in great pain, please help me."

Serendipitously, I spotted this on a car when I left. Fuck me for not buying anything, I guess.

One last stop: the nearby head shop. I have no idea what these things are, but Rick's trying out some new looks.

Roll some grass on this vinyl rolling tray.

Evil Morty finally gets his own pipe!

While you're at it, stock up on Rick and Morty vapes.

He's a happy Homer!

And they had no shortage of bootleg shirts and hoodies.

No season eight merchandising blitz this year, but smoke shops are always on it. It's never the wrong time to buy a T-shirt of Morty Smith getting blasted!

[theautisticwritingpit]

‼️WARNING‼️ The following post is a full chapter from a real book. This will take at bare minimum 20 minutes to read. Is it worth it? You get to tell me that when you’re finished reading :3. Possible ⚠️triggers⚠️ include: Horror, body horror, and probably other stuff but I’m not sure what to put here. This is a rough draft, so all names and plot points are rough drafts. I welcome any suggestions/advice, I want YOU to have an effect on this story just as much as I do. Enjoy.

Strap in, strap on, strap up. This is Fatal Theory. (Credit to @no-reference-georg for the incredible artwork.) (Chapter 1 TLDR, introvert scientist has nightmares, becomes discount Rick Sanchez, chaos ensues.)

The following is the autobiography of one Ying Chiba. Ying was a brilliant inventor, a daring explorer, and the greatest scientist to ever live. His exploits are known throughout the universe, and he goes by countless titles to those unfortunate civilizations that never learned his name. His most popular titles include: The Traveler, The Everpresent, The Man Who Discovered 1,000 Worlds, The Savior, and He Who Discovered Everything. He is most famous for his many inventions (most of which are still utilized today), and being the ambassador to countless other worlds, thus creating the galactic community we have today, and his most famous book, “A Traveler’s Guide To Everything.”

Not many know his life story however, which one could argue is far more interesting. This autobiography was recently unearthed in an archeological expedition to Terra, the only planet in the Sol System to house sentient life, and Ying’s very own homeworld. It has since been translated by historians, and we can finally take a look back into what made Ying the great man he is today. This book tells of a time where Ying seems incomprehensibly different from the hero we know now. Ying was young back then, arrogant, and incredibly selfish. He was a shut-in, and hated most everybody. So, let's see how Ying went from being a bratty selfish introvert, to the most important man in the universe.

Chapter one: Hubris.

Let's start at the beginning, before the world collapsed. Our story starts in a small cramped laboratory, with a single occupant disrupting what would be a very peaceful, quiet night. It was past midnight, and the air was beginning to grow cold and damp. In a few moments, a young scientist would invent the most incredible, and the most dangerous creation in the history of man. His eyes were bagged with fatigue and exhaustion, half-closed as he continued to slave away at his desk. Ying was a young man around the age of 16. He was small, smaller than most, standing at around 5’2. His hair was medium length, jet black, and tended to spike and stand up if left uncombed. He had a severe case of baby face, and his eyes were bright red (a side effect of an earlier experiment involving some gnarly chemicals and red phosphorus). He was wearing a lab coat that was just slightly too long, and a pair of loose fitting sweatpants so he could work comfortably through the night.

The room was small and bland, with a few discarded mechanical parts sprinkled all around. The light on his desk was dimming with age, making it hard to see. His whole body ached from being in the same place too long, but he would not let himself quit. He wasn’t in the habit of giving in to reason. Not when he was so close. He continued to pry and screw and weld, getting ever closer to his goal. He was putting together a small box that, unbeknownst to him, would soon become his greatest success, and his biggest mistake. As he added the finishing touches, the device suddenly lit up. On the outside it was just a metal box with some fancy lights. On the inside, a vast array of complex machinery and wondrous science worked together to create something truly beautiful.

Ying’s crusty eyes widened as he saw the box begin to glow. His heart began to race, and he gulped with anticipation. This was it. How many times had he done this? How many attempts had it been? Every time he got to this stage, he was ultimately disappointed by the outcome. Sometimes it exploded, sometimes it blew the power in the whole building, sometimes it didn’t even turn on. Time after time he got his hopes up, only to be met with soul-crushing failure. This was it. He had got everything right, he was sure of it. Countless hours of equations and precautions told him that it was do or die this time. If this didn’t work, it never would. Once he pressed that button, 3 long years of work would finally pay off. He gingerly approached the box with his index finger, and pressed the only button with his eyes glued tight shut in silent prayer.

All of a sudden, a small, green light began to shine just above the box… Ying blinked a few times, his weary eyes straining to focus on the new light source. The new light was much brighter than his dim desk lamp. When his eyes were adjusted, he raised head with cautious excitement. Sure enough, standing before him was his new creation. A small hole with a green hue around the edges, and a texture like broken glass. Ying held his breath, and his heart skipped a beat. This was it… he had done it! As he began to fully realize the extent of his success, his joy continued to grow. He started bouncing up and down in his seat, and before long he could no longer contain himself. He leaped out of his chair with an energy he hadnt shown in a long time, and let out a victorious cry for all to hear.

“I JUST CRACKED THE UNIVERSE!”

He ran around his small lab like a kid on christmas. His whole teenage life had been building to this point. And finally, finally he had proven to himself and the world that he was right. The dream he had been chasing since middle school had finally been realized. He had never felt such joy before. His heart was full, and his mind was finally, finally content. After relishing in his newfound bliss for a few minutes, he figured he had to tell someone. He couldnt keep this to himself anymore. He decided to video call his coworker, Kadie Briggs.

Kadie was also a young scientist, around 19 or so. She had been hired by Ying after she flunked out of college, and they had worked together ever since then. Kadie was a bright girl, but she was riddled with anxiety. She had light brown, very curly hair that she could never keep under control. She had freckles all along the bridge of her nose, and big brown eyes that were covered by half moon glasses. She wore her hair in a ponytail, along with a neat lab coat and long pajama pants that dragged on the floor. All and all, Kadie could best be described as “politely crazy”.

The phone rang a few times, and Ying wasn’t sure she was going to pick up. It was incredibly late, after all. But then, there was a small click, and Kadie’s face popped up with that sleepy voice we all wake up with when someone disturbs us.

“Whaaaaaaat…” groaned Kadie, “its so-“

“I did it, Briggs!!” Cried Ying, his voice cracking from excitement.

He immediately sent her a video of him creating 2 small portals, and throwing a ball of aluminum through one and out the other.

“Check your texts!”

There was a short silence on the other end of the phone as Kadie began to fully come to, and then… “Holy!- That’s incredible!!” Kadie yelled, finally grasping the importance of the situation.

“I know I know I know!” Ying yelled back, his inner child showing a little. He wasn’t one for celebration, but his recent success had him extremely giddy.

After several long minutes of excited screaming and celebration, they finally began talking about the future and the implications of portal travel, and what Ying planned on doing with it.

“Do you think you’ll be able to find the source of your dreams?” Asked Kadie as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Either that, or I’m crazy,” said Ying, “they’re equally possible options.”

Kadie sighed and looked at the time. “Maybe once you get your answers you’ll finally let it go.”

Ying became a bit defensive. “Look- these dreams are a plague, ok? I wanna get rid of them. They’re the source of a lot of my personal problems, you know this.”

Kadie sensed his sensitivity and doubled back a bit. “I know I know, I just can't believe that's the reason you invented the greatest thing in history. Because of some nightmares.”

“Me neither, but here we are. Soon, the world is gonna change forever.” Ying gave a contented sigh as he laid his head on his desk.

Kadie raised a curious eyebrow. “Why?”

“You’ll see.” Ying gave her a mischievous smile, filled with self-indulgence.

“Well, whatever. I’m happy for you, Ying. This is gonna be huge for your career, and mine if you let me piggy back off ya.” Kadie said gleefully. When she wasn’t panicking, Kadie was often a very positive and uplifting girl to be around.

“Cmon what did I say about first names? We gotta be professional right now.” Ying said sternly.

Kadie sighed, exasperated. “Don't be so formal. We’re friends, not just coworkers. You just invented teleportation for god’s sake! You should relax.”

“Alright alright,” said Ying, giving in with a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow. We have a lot to prepare for.”

“Again, prepare for what?” Kadie pried.

Ying sighed, and gave her a look that said ‘drop it’. “You’ll, see.”

Ying had been trying to invent portal travel for around 3 years. When he was around 10, he began experiencing disturbing visions that sent him down a massive spiral of depression and paranoia. He tried to tell people, he tried to get help from his parents and friends, but no one ever believed him. After around 3 years of being in and out of clinics, therapist offices, and being on and off a thousand different medications, he was pretty checked out of it all. Somehow, in the deepest part of his heart, he knew these visions were real. He knew they were real, and he was terrified of the implications and the dreams themselves. He was done with all the problems, and decided to pour himself into finding a way to reach the place in his dreams.

Every night he would fall asleep, and it would be the same every night. He would wake up in a mysterious concrete dome, covered in mysterious symbols. Below him was a bottomless chasm that seemed to go on forever. In the center of the room would be two gigantic floating pillars, worn down and shattered by time with little bits and pieces hovering around. In the center of these two pillars was a horrifyingly disfigured creature colored all in white, with one, bloodshot eye. It had long, white hair that seemed to float much like the pillars, twisted and mangled arms with claws at the ends, and no mouth or nose. It was all skin and bones, with absolutely no body fat to speak of. You could practically see its bones jutting out of its skin. It had 4 spider-like limbs on its back, making it look even more monstrous. Its limbs were chained to the pillars, keeping it imprisoned.

The dream was often the same, but sometimes it would go a bit differently. Ying would walk up to the creature, free it from its chains, and then the ground beneath them would collapse. Ying would fall for what seemed like hours, and then, he would wake up. Sometimes the creature would speak to him, though he couldn’t always understand. He would always wake up drenched in sweat, and completely exhausted, never feeling fully rested from these nightmares.

This invention was what his whole life was about now, so it was important to make it big. Ying put together an event for people to come witness history’s brightest moment 2 weeks from that day. After an initial demonstration of his portals, he would answer any questions that people may have, and a government-operated squad would enter the portal to do some groundbreaking exploration. At least, that was the general idea. There were likely to be a few hiccups along the way, like a difficult question or a wild accusation, but it would work itself out. He had practiced for these interviews, and felt fairly confident in his public speaking skills. Nothing Ying couldnt handle.

He had always been smart, incredibly smart. By the time he was 11, he was already in college taking advanced calculus, as well as AP chemistry and robotics. Sure, he got picked on sometimes in school due to his young age and unique circumstances, but he always felt satisfied somehow. He knew he was better than all these dimwitted adolescents that would put him down. While they were still struggling to read and write properly, Ying could compete with juniors and seniors if he really put his mind to it. So, after the dreams (along with other things) finally pushed him over the edge, he decided to put it to good use. He got his diploma 2 years early at the age of 13, and went off to be a freelancing scientist.

Back to the present, That Sunday afternoon, there was a massive crowd around the city center. Over 100,000 people had come to see the spectacle of portal travel for the first time. News helicopters and reporters were everywhere, and the noise of the crowd was beyond deafening. Ying had decided to unveil his invention in the small park in the middle of town. Ying and Kadie were behind a special stage that had been built just for this event.

“Here we go.” Ying mumbled as he hopped up and down trying to get rid of his nerves, “I upped the scale for this one.”

Kadie’s head snapped around to look at Ying with surprise and concern “…You did what?” Said Kadie, panic already starting to rise in her chest.

“I said I upped the scale. I pumped more power into it and did some reconfiguration, so if my estimations are correct it should be about 600 feet tall by 300 feet wide. Taller than all of the skyscrapers in the city.” Ying said absent mindedly as he jotted down some speaking notes and lines on his clipboard.

“You really decided to go big or go home… Are you even sure if that's safe?” Said Kadie, twiddling her thumbs nervously. “Why didn’t you run this by me? Where did you even get that much power?-“

Ying cut her off. “Kadie, I’m never fully sure if any of the stuff I do is safe… but I’m confident this will be fine.” Ying said, not fully confident in his own answer. “And I borrowed the city’s power, if you must know, along with these massive generators.”

Ying showed her a photo of 6 ginormous cylinders that were waiting for them on stage.

“Mmmmmrrrrrrr…” Kadie growled, “you know I don't like to be unsure of things. How could you not tell me about this before you just- ramped it up to 11!?”

“It’ll be fine. And if it's not, we try again.” Said Ying as he preemptively tightened some screws on his portal device. “What's the worst that could happen?”

The portal device was an interesting piece of machinery. On the outside it was just a fancy metal box, but on the inside lay a vast array of futuristic machinery capable of ripping holes in space and time. The best way Ying had found to describe his machine is, quote: “If punching a hole in a piece of paper is like creating a 2d portal to both sides of the paper, then my machine punches holes in space time to create a 3d portal to 2 places in the universe.”

Before Kadie could continue the conversation, Ying put on a wonky-looking helmet with a bunch of flashing LEDs and started tightening the straps.

“What's that for?” Kadie whined, beginning to rummage through her purse for some anxiety medications. Ying hadn’t told her about any of this, not even the stupid looking hat.

“This should allow me to create a portal in any location I want just by thinking about it. I’m going to aim for the place in my dreams.” Ying said matter-of-factly as he finished his preparation.

Ying took a few deep breaths as he prepared to go out before the public.

“Here we go… no turning back.” He whispered to himself.

He took a deep breath, and walked out from behind the curtain to take his place on stage. Cheers erupted from the crowd, a cacophony of nonsense sound louder than any noise Ying had ever heard. Immediately reporters began badgering him with questions, but he waved them away.

“I’m sure you’re all very curious, but please save all questions for after the demonstration. We wanna show you what our portal technology is capable of before you all start getting skeptical.” Ying said confidently.

Ying attached his box to a pile of wires that connected to the 6 generators. Each was about the size of an oil tanker’s load, and it was frankly a miracle the stage could hold them. Along with the city’s power, this would give Ying enough energy to create a portal that reached the skies.

“Oh before I forget, Kadie, will you grab me that little emergency ‘home’ button I made?” Ying said as he was setting up.

Kadie quickly rushed behind the curtain and handed Ying a small device with only one button. This device would theoretically transport anyone holding it back to Ying’s lab in case of emergency. Before the exploration squad would enter the portal, Ying would give them this just in case.

“Thank you” sighed Ying as he finished twisting a knob on the box.

“Everyone! We are about to make a portal bigger than anything most of you were expecting! Hopefully this will give you all a glimpse into the other side! We dont wanna leave anyone out after all!” Cried Ying, “Can everyone give me a countdown from 3!?”

The crowd was ecstatic, their cheers making it hard to think. 3. Ying braced himself for the biggest moment of his life, his entire career was hinging on this. 2. Everything had been leading up to this, all his life decisions, all his mistakes. He had to get this right. He raised his hand over the button that would change history for good, and focused on the place his dreams. 1.

Ying reached out an uncertain hand, and shakily pressed the button. Almost immediately the sky began to split open. The very fabric of space and time began to crack, bend and fold to reveal a split in the seam of reality. It was massive. It dwarfed practically the entire city. It almost looked like a crack in a pane of glass, with a bright green glow around the edges. Ying instantly knew that something was wrong. The portal should be see-through, but instead it was just… black. Empty, haunting blackness with a hint of green. The crowd was silent. Everything was silent. The whole world had paused in suspense. Kadie and Ying exchanged horrified looks, and then…

All of a sudden, a truly gigantic claw reached through from the other side. From the rift came a petrifyingly horrific… something. Its claw was the size of a school bus. It came down, and gently, carefully, almost precisely, crushed… the portal box. Ying’s blood ran cold. The second that the box was crushed, he knew in his heart there was no stopping this. That box was the only way to open and- more importantly- to close his portals. B-But its okay! He thought to himself, Once the box runs out of power, the portal should close on its own! Everything will be fine, everything will be fine… Time seemed to be frozen. The crowd was not reacting, everyone was still frozen in suspense. Then… a second claw reached out from the breach, followed by a boney, skinny arm with 3 arm sections instead of the normal 2. The skin on the arm was pure white, and where fingers were supposed to be, there were 7 thick tendrils with tiny needles covering them like a bush.

The claw crashed down into the crowd, killing who knows how many people in an instant. Time seemed to resume as soon as the hand reached the crowd. A stampede of 100,000 people ran rampant through the city, trying to get away from whatever that thing was. Everything began to fall apart immediately. Cars caught on fire, the sound of glass breaking could be heard from every direction, and the screaming was loud enough to reach all the way up to the ignorant god that let this happen.

Out from the portal came a massive creature that towered over the city. Its head had no eyes or nose, just a disgusting maw for a mouth filled with tongues that took up its entire face. It had 6 ears, and its ears almost resembled gills as they shivered about, trying to hear in this new environment. It had 4 arms, and each arm had 3 sections instead of the normal 2. It had nearly 100 legs, all long and spindly. Each leg split off near the bottom into 3 spikes that were used as feet. On its back was a large spinal fin, much like a spinosaurus, only this monstrosity used its fin as a spine-chilling rattle. Its skin was pearl white, and it looked like old leather. Its stomach opened up to reveal a hollow cavity, most likely for storing prey for later consumption. Behind this cavity you could see its internal organs, pumping and shaking about.

Ying looked on in horror as this wretched creature from the other side reared up its head, rattled its spinal fin, and… shrieked. A haunting, high-pitched, other-worldly scream. As it cried its cry of death across the city, thousands of smaller aliens flooded out of the bottom of the portal. These smaller creatures were about the size of a person. They were skinny and frail looking, and their torso was bent forward like an old man. Their mouths hung open like a pelican’s beak, with the inside housing hundreds of tiny needles, much like the larger monster’s fingers. Their face was as barren as the Kaiju, only possessing a mouth and 2 ears. Their ears were just 2 holes in their head, and their neck was so skinny its a wonder they could even hold their head up. Their arms had 3 sections, an upper arm, a forearm and what we’ll call a ‘middle’ arm in between. Their hands had 7 massive claws at the ends, resembling steak knives. They only had 2 legs, but their legs ended in a talon much like a bird. Their skin was also a bright white color, but these had a more slippery texture.

They poured out like water into the streets screaming and clawing at one another, desperate to be the first to get to their soon to be victims. Ying held his head in his hands as he started to hyperventilate. What had he done? Why was this happening? What went wrong? His eyes were wide with fear and regret. He turned to Kadie. Kadie was acting similarly, and she was muttering something. Kadie met Yings eyes.

“What… what's happening? What did we do?… What do we do now!?” She stammered, her eyes wide with fear.

Ying couldn't answer. He was frozen. He looked out on to the sea of people, now being swarmed by these new critters. He saw people being ripped apart, helpless as they were descended upon by horrors of his creation. He then spied a little girl, cornered and alone behind a burning car. He watched, petrified as a creature slowly approached her, her screams unable to reach anyone through the wave of noise. Closer, closer still, and then… CRUNCH.

Ying was distraught, terrified, so many emotions overwhelmed him and then… nothing. Suddenly he felt a rush of numbness come over him. He knew what he had to do now. There was nothing left. This was the path to his dream, he knew it. He had to at least get answers before everything went to hell. He looked back at Kadie who was rushing to find something to defend herself. She met his gaze again. She was panicked, her eyes wild with fear. He looked at her with tired eyes, and he gave her a wide smile. She guessed what he was thinking. She ran towards him yelling something, but Ying couldn't hear her over all the noise. He stepped back for a moment, took a running start, and jumped head first into the unknown.

Holy shit you made it! Either that or you scrolled to the bottom- either way, thank you for reading. If you have any suggestions or questions, feel free to leave a message. More coming soon.

[lex-feldz]

I loved that model! Annabeth fic! Can you do a similar one to @foreverfangirl’s that they just posted where Annabeth gets jealous but put your own twist on it?

I think you mean @forevfangirlwrites because they have the actress Annabeth au which I do love!!! And ofc!! Here:

Annabeth yawned, joining Percy on the couch. They were at his place this weekend; the Manhattan air made her feel alive. Also, making it the perfect photo op, but the planet burning is a bit more of a concern.

Percy scrolled through Instagram, Annabeth sucked into her true crime dramas, content to be in her boyfriend’s arms. He chuckled occasionally, the sound reverberating through her, warming her inside.

As the clock neared nine, she started her nighttime routine of ice rollers and face masks, Percy still on his phone.

“Oh that’s weird.” Percy said, almost like he forgot he was with anyone.

“What’s weird?” Annabeth asked, poking her head in from putting her ice back in the freezer. At least half of her stuff has been moved in unofficially, and though she won’t admit it, she wants to move the rest of her stuff in. That way, she can look at it next to his stuff, and her stuff can be friends with his stuff.

“This girl I went to high school with just texted me.” He said, still not looking up from his phone.

“Why is that weird?”

“Because she never talked to me before.”

“What did she say?” Annabeth asked, an edge to her voice.

“She just said ‘hey.’” He chuckled a little as he said it, tugging at that edge she was trying to keep from biting his head off.

“Are you going to reply?” Her tone came out as edge free as possible, considering how possessive she could be over him.

“I already did.” He said, shutting his phone off finally to look up at her. She was, admittedly, not in her best outfit, just a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. “Are you almost ready to go to bed?”

“Yeah. Let me just finish up in the bathroom.” She said, her voice coming out smaller.

As she continued her routine, brushing her teeth, whitening strips, and more moisturizers, she heard Percy outright laughing now.

“What?!” Annabeth called from the bathroom, edge evident now.

“She just said something funny is all.”

“Who is this again?” Annabeth asked, that very edge becoming more prominent the more she tried to keep it out of her voice.

“She was the popular girl at my school, which is crazy, because why would she be texting me? Like me?” Disbelief in his voice.

“Hey.” Annabeth said sternly, walking over to where he was on the couch and straddling him. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that.”

His hands found their place on her hips, his phone forgotten for the time being as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t very popular back in high school. You know, the whole stoner thing.” He gripped her hips, keeping her close. It was more validating than it should have been.

“What did you say to her?”

“That I could see her Friday for lunch, why?” He asked between kisses.

“Just be careful.”

“I’m a big boy, she can’t hurt me anymore.”

“Anymore?”

“Well, she used to throw garbage at me and Grover when we would hide out under the bleachers. Understandably, we were like gremlins hiding out, afraid of the sun and oh god was it a bad idea to feed us after midnight, ask my suspended ubereats account.”

“Sounds like you were a rebel.”

Annabeth gave him a deep kiss in hopes of holding him over before standing up to redo everything she’d done, having smeared most of her moisturizer on Percy’s neck now.

Percy climbed into bed after squeezing and brushing his teeth between Annabeth’s mishigas of tasks, her face being her brand and all, and was back on his phone.

He laid back into his pillows, his phone buzzing non-stop now.

“Who is it now?” Annabeth asked as she climbed into bed beside him.

“It’s still that girl—Rachel, I guess she doesn’t go to bed at a reasonable time like some people.” Percy said, smiling as he pinched her stomach playfully and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest.

“Well, tell her you have to go to sleep or I’ll be cranky without all my beauty sleep.”

“Right.” He laughed, reaching for his phone, Annabeth settling in on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, maybe sensing some insecurity.

[trashmouth-richie]

HIH VOLUME 12

"Listen kid, I'm fucking busy, I don't have time to haul you around because twiddle dick and dum forgot you at the gas station again."

He has barely looked at you since you got there. The guy who held more merit to you than your own brother was gone.

When you wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your sweater he lets out an exaggerated groan.

He thrusts dirty fingers into his sweatpants pockets.

Pulling out a perfectly rolled twenty dollar bill, he flattens it smooth. He smears his finger along the length of the bill, collecting remnants of a fine white powder, which is quickly shoved into his greedy mouth and rubbed on his gums like he's brushing his teeth.

"Here," he grunts, shoving the drugged money into your pocket, avoiding your eyes at all cost,

"now get

lost."

The blinds on the door are still swinging as you stand there dumbstruck and watery eyed. Low voices are murmured through the thin walls as a lighter flicks and sizzles.

Who was that baby?

Nobody.

And that's exactly who you were to everyone you knew,nobody.”

Are you ever gonna go in depth with this scene , who the girl was , them talking abt it , I LOVE this scene i think it adds spice but i need 2 know 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

🥲 i forgot about this ngl 😭

i just went back and looked at my notes from this chapter and re read this part.

during this time eddie was still dealing with his breakup from chrissy and during that time he went off the deep end. he was clearly doing c*ke and other unmentionables, he was dirty and haggard looking.

[Grumbling and stomping in the trailer is heard. Along with two separate giggles.

The door is yanked hard inward revealing a version of Eddie Munson you’d never seen before. His skin was sunken in on his cheeks, dark circles rimmed his eyes. His once soft features were sharp and lackluster, brooding with ashy shadows and skin that looked like it hadn’t seen sunlight in months.

He looked gaunt and hallowed out, his ribs poking against the cindery color of his skin. The warm whiskey eyes that once danced when he laughed were now gaping blacked marbled, polar and dull.

He speaks but you are too busy holding your breath from the stench of rotting clothes and unwashed bodies. ]

there are actually two girls at his trailer during this time. i like to think they were just doing crazy amounts of drugs and just having wild and really stinky sex.

i never really had any girl in mind other than someone reader wouldn’t have known or recognized and same with them. probably just some randos he picked up at the bar. clearly eddie wouldn’t have been working for rick bc rick fucked chrissy. so in my mind, eddie is involved in some bigger more dangerous kind of people and clearly is just spinning out of control.

thanks for this anon💋🩷

ask me more questions on the “directors cut” about my fics!

[corner-stories]

18 for the injury prompts with Bart and Jesse?

Injury Prompts

18. "You saved me...? And bandaged me up? Am I dreaming?" || "Yeah, well, I wasn't going to let you die just like that..."

Bathed in the morning light, Bart Allen lies on a couch in a house in upstate New York. On his left arm are wound dressings he didn't remember being there before. A surreal feeling beats in his heart as he unwraps the bandages around his wrist, unsure what to expect underneath.

The memories of the prior mission are still fresh in his head. It was fortunate that Bart happened to be in New York at the right time. A lot of good things had already come from his S.T.A.R. Labs internship, but the fact that he just happened to be in the area when a giant robot mecha began attacking the Bronx was exceedingly convenient.

It was just as convenient that Jesse was present at the JSA brownstone. With Karen and Jay busy elsewhere, it was unsurprising that Jesse Quick was the first Society member to arrive at the scene to aid Kid Flash.

Unfortunately, the giant Bronx-attacking mecha fired a missile towards an unoccupied car, which caused the vehicle to explode and throw jagged bits of glass in every direction.

In a flash Bart had moved every civilian out of the way, but just out of his field of vision a piece of shrapnel had pierced his left wrist with an unexpected amount of force.

When Bart looked down to his arm he was greeting to the sight of an alarming amount of blood coming out of him. Even in flash-time he could feel his stomach dropping in fear.

The last thing he did remember was a worried Jesse running up to him before he passed out in shock.

Considering that he isn't in pain anymore, it's fair to say that Bart's healing factor had done its job. However, the bandages are the cause of his concern.

As Jesse sits on the living room rug with her infant son in front of her, Bart slowly pulls the wrappings off his arm. What he finds underneath are several butterfly closures over his healed skin, albeit with a little bit of scarring.

"You saved me...?" asked Bart, looking over to Jesse on the carpet. "And bandaged me up? Am I dreaming?"

Jesse is more concerned with entertaining her young son. The eight-month old Johnny Tyler coos in utter joy as his mother holds his favorite stuffed elephant toy above his face.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't going to let you die just like that..." Jesse says in a matter of factly tone. She keeps her eyes on the cutest baby in upstate New York, clearly unconcerned with her now healed little brother figure currently on her couch.

"I may have taken you to Doctor Mid-Nite just to be safe, but it should all be good."

Bart blinks, still unsure how to feel. Perhaps the shock of getting struck with the shrapnel had yet to wear off.

"Thanks," he says as he begins to take off the butterfly closures. The dressings are unbloodied, which he's not sure is a good thing or a bad thing.

Once his wrist is bare, Bart rolls the sleeve of his torn Kid Flash costume over it. The downside of the material being ultra thin and easy to move in is that it tears too easily. In fact, quite a bit of his suit has been damaged from the encounter.

Jesse looks to Bart and motions over to a nearby armchair, where an pair of joggers and an aging sweatshirt lay folded on the cushions.

"I got you a change of clothes, if you want," she offers. "Some of Rick's old stuff."

Bart nods, then smirks. "You're too nice to me."

Jesse gives him a joking smile back. "Well, someone's gotta be."

At a normal pace, Bart heads to the nearest bathroom and changes. When he emerges he is sporting a pair of sweatpants a size too big and a sweatshirt with the words 'Infinity Inc.' printed in red, white, and blue. He can't help but notice that the words are rather faded.

Bart returns to the living room to see Jesse having placed little Johnny into his playpen. She lounges on the armchair, in one hand she is scrolling through her phone and in the other she is holding a coffee mug that says 'World's Okayest Mommy.'

Bart can still recall Jesse's reaction when Wally had gifted her that mug. It was certainly not the baby shower gift she was expected, but it was the one she truly needed to finally call herself a mother.

When Jesse sees Bart in the doorway, she asks, "How's the arm?"

"It's good, thanks," the younger speedster replies, twisting his hand to feel for any pain. Fortunately, there is none.

As if on cue, the other resident of the Tyler-Chambers household makes himself known. Through the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen, Rick Tyler walks out in all of his shirtless glory.

Judging by the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling in the kitchen, it's apparent that the Man of the Hour enjoys cooking while clad in only his trunks.

"Hey, you're awake," says Rick. In his hand he holds a pair of tongs and points them over to Bart. "You hungry, Kid? Cause Jesse said you like to eat."

Bart's not sure whether it be because of the suddenness of the situation, or the fact that Hourman's rather chiseled pecs are the first thing his eyes were drawn to, but the young speedster's first reaction is to let out a chuckle.

"Well, she's not wrong," Bart says with a smile. "Sure, I could go for some breakfast."

"Great, cause I made extra," Rick tells, punctuating his words by pointing his tongs forward. "It'll be ready in two minutes."

With everything said, Rick turns around and rushes back into the kitchen.

When Bart looks at Jesse, he can see the contented look in her eyes. He never really expected that Jesse would be the one to settle into a little corner of suburbia, let alone with any specific person. Yet here he was, standing in the home that Jesse shared with his giant himbo of a husband and her young son napping in his playpen nearby.

"Does Rick ever wear shirts?" asks Bart in a joking tone.

Jesse rolls her eyes as she takes a sip of her coffee. "Shut up."

[cockpunchlore]

𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸

ao3

It was 2 in the morning when Colson showed up at Pete’s door. His eyes were bloodshot, hair in clumps of blonde, soaked from the endless rain outside. Trembling hands balled into tight fists and disappeared inside the pockets of his leather jacket when the door clicked open.

Then there was Pete. He stood in his sweatpants, one hand leaning over the doorframe, his expression shifting into one of concern as he scanned his eyes across his best friend’s face. He was met with sudden guilt at his earlier bout of annoyance at having to leave his bed and put on pants and he hoped Colson didn't notice his nails dig into his palms when he spoke.

“come in.”, He cracked the door open a little wider and stepped to the side to invite the blonde inside.

“I uh- the place is fucked but I got the heat on-” Pete spoke as he led them through the hallway.

“-and you can look through my shit in here for a change of clothes, I doubt you'll find anything in leather and latex but hey at least they aren't wet- I've just got Rick and Morty on the background but we can switch to music if you wanted- and I just got some new blunt wraps that we could try out- oh and did you want coffee?”

The two came to a halt at the kitchen bench and the slightest smile tugged at Colson’s lips, in awe at how quickly this man was able to change his mood with just a few words.

“Thanks”, he cringed at the way his voice croaked under the syllables and attempted to clear his throat.

He let his eyes leave the floor and travel up to meet Pete's gaze, pausing over the exposed waistband of his boxers a little longer than he’d like to admit before settling on the hazel orbs.

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

“Iced, I know”, Pete finished his eyeroll gaining a chuckle from Colson.

“My bad”

It had always been so easy with Pete. not that he expected it to be like that with everyone else, but it was times like these that he was especially grateful for this man’s existence and he doubted that any words he could string together to tell him so would ever suffice. He shook his head as fought his thoughts from lingering over how he felt about the younger man. Muttering something about a shower, Colson disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

Colson was wearing a pair of Pete’s purple Spongebob sweats when he emerged from the shower, hair leaving a trail of fading droplets into the carpet as he made his way through the hallway.

His footsteps slowed to a stop once his eyes landed on Pete’s frame lit up only by the dim blues of the television which was now playing some true crime show. Dateline, he remembered Pete had told him, and he smiled to himself recalling that conversation.

Pete’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, and Colson, not wanting to break him from his trance, leaned against the wall and admired the younger man. He sat with his head leaned back, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay over the coffee table. A hand reached back to pull at the brown curls at the nape of his neck and Colson’s heart rate climbed as he watched.

He could already picture the expression written on Pete’s face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, chewing on the inside of his cheek, completely lost to this world. His breath hitched as he let his thoughts about the boy drift into less purer ones.

He had already thought it through, sure the repercussions were merely an afterthought, but if there ever came the time to kiss the brunette he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined doing a lot more than that.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for him turned from platonic to sexual but now that they had he didn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. That was the honest reason why he had avoided seeing Pete for as long as he had and he hated the fact that a drug-filled bender was what had broken that spell.

Colson snapped back to reality in an instance when the brunette turned his head to meet his gaze.

“You're back”, Pete spoke through a smile.

“Hi”, Colson couldn't help but do the same.

Pete made it a point, patting the spot next to him using both hands before turning his gaze back to the screen in front. Colson clumsily made his way back to him narrowly avoiding the piles of discarded clothes before reaching the couch.

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

“Your wh- oh”, it took him a second to process the way he had phrased his compliment and he could only laugh in response.

“Good enough for me to keep?”, he threw half-heartedly curious as for the boy's reaction.

“mhmm”, He replied with a genuine certainty that it made Colson's heart do that flippy-over thing that Pete's words apparently now did do him.

Colson shuffled the rest of the way over to the space next to Pete’s before sinking onto the soft cushions below. Pete readjusted in his chair before leaning his head into the crook of Colson’s shoulder.

“You know you don't have to say anything if you don't want to”. gentle words lingered their warm breath against the nape of Colson's neck.

“I know”

He ignored the way his chest clenched as his friend passed him an assuring smile when he didn't elaborate. Instead, he let his head drop to cradle into the younger man’s touch and let his eyes land on the screen where the host's demeanor sounded a tad too cheery to be describing a murder scene.

Not removing his eyes from the TV, Colson moved his arm back to wrap around the younger man and bit back a smile as he felt Pete shift closer and sink into his touch.

[countlessrealities]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

What’s your phone wallpaper: Lock screen, a shippy fanart with two Ricks [yes it's because of one of the ships I have on this blog x3]

Last song you listened to: "Telescope" by Starset

Currently reading: Nothing. I'm working on my thesis, I don't have energy / time for reading

Last movie: Scream 6

Last show: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir [[ I'm iconing! ]]

What are you wearing right now? Black sweatpants, blue T-shirt and black sweatshirt

Piercings / tattoos? Currently none, but I plan on getting at least a tattoo in the foreseeable future!

Glasses ? Contacts? Both. These days I mostly wear glasses because I'm home most of the time, but when I go out for more than a few hours I tend to wear contacts

Last thing you ate? I just finished dinner, so...a piece of bread I think? xD

Favorite color(s): black & blood red

Current obsession: Rick and Morty & Miraculous Ladybug

Do you have a crush right now? Yeah, and I'm unofficially "going out" with them xD

Favourite fictional character: I'm supposed to pick just one?? Too hard, I have at least 4 characters in mind. I guess if I have to...Rick and Morty. I know that it's two characters, but deal with it

Stolen from: @advnterccs Tagging: feel free to steal it !

[yoursome1-rbwebb]

Caught in Haze

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Chapter 10

When I got home, Casey was still on the couch where I left her this morning, only now she was passed out with her hand still inside a bag of chips and her laptop open next to her. I snapped a quick picture and posted it on my story as revenge for Derek then rushed into the shower.

Twenty minutes later I was sitting on the couch with Casey who I had of course scared awake, sending chips everywhere. 

I had planned on changing into pajamas and not leaving the couch for the rest of the night. But things changed after I invited Noah over. I changed into a pair of gray Nike sweatpants and a tight black crop top that showed off my toned body. I also made sure my hair was up in a nice and tidy bun to give off the appearance that I had made at least a small effort for our guest.

When I informed Casey about our guest, a silly smirk formed on her lips and hasn’t left them since. 

I swear she better not say anything crazy and freak poor Noah out. She is known for not having a filter.

Three knocks sounded on the front door and I eagerly shot to my feet, excited to spend more time with Noah Haze. I have never once not enjoyed the times I have spent with him.

“Damn. I haven’t seen you move that fast all summer.” Casey called from her spot on the couch. She hadn’t even attempted to move. Instead she just stared at me with that knowing smirk plastered on her face.

A small tinge of embarrassment fell over me and I halted my steps realizing I may be acting a little overzealous. I picked up one of the pillows on the couch and chucked it at her head in retaliation for being right.

“Shut up,” I called over my shoulder as I started my trek to the door at a much slower pace.

Casey responded with loud cackling. 

Bitch.

I made it to the door and took a short second to compose myself from the almost flustered state Casey had put me in.

When I was finally brave enough I pulled the door open to a less sweaty, more put together version of Noah than I had seen earlier in the day.

He had made an effort too. I couldn’t stop the big smile that took over my face and I quickly invited him inside. I closed the door and turned to look at the tall man. 

“Hi.” He said shyly.

He so fucking adorable.

“Hi.” I smiled and stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his waist without hesitation. 

His arms immediately wrapped around me too, pulling my body tighter to his with a content sigh. 

“I’m glad you're here Noah,” I said then pulled away from and took his hand in mine. 

I pulled him after me towards the living room dreading the look on Casey’s face when she sees us walk in, hand in hand. 

I sucked in a deep breath as we made our way into Casey’s sight line. 

I thought the smirk on her face earlier was annoying…

The shit eating grin that formed on her face the moment her eyes locked on Noah and I’s connected hands made me want to leave and never come back.

“Hello Noah.” Casey greeted in the most unserious voice ever.

“Hey Case.” He said simply, smiling at my best friend.

“Fancy seeing you here buddy.” She grinned and stood to her feet, climbing off the couch for the first time in hours.

“Yeah, Charlie said I could come talk shit about Derek with you.” He shrugged.

I let go of his hand immediately with a scoff. Casey let out a maniacal cackle and clapped her hands together.

“Perfect. Perfect.” She laughed.

“I will not have Derek slander in my house,” I said, stomping my foot like a child and folding my arms.

“He is a lying, manipulative, arrogant asshole.” Casey shrugged and took her place on the couch. I started walking towards the couch ready to jump on her. Noah was just chuckling behind me.

“Makes sense why you like him.” She added.

I froze. If Noah wasn’t here, I might have laughed. She is obviously referencing me dating Rick for as long as I did. But what she didn’t think about was my crush on Noah. He is nothing like Rick. He is the perfect example of “boy next door”.

There is no way he doesn’t know about my crush on him at this point either.

“You forgot narcissistic.” Noah chimed in behind me. I spun around to face him with fake shock written on my face.

I am honestly just grateful he didn’t take that to heart. 

I made a mental note to beat Casey’s ass later.

I plopped down on the couch next to her making sure to elbow her in the side as I did so. She just continued laughing as I turned my attention to Noah. 

His golden eyes were already on me exuding so much happiness I could burst.

“Come on then,” I said, patting the couch next to me. “I will be throwing hands, you have been warned.”

Noah laughed and took a seat next to me on the couch.

The three of us sat there for who knows how long watching movie after movie, laughing, crying (Noah did too but he won’t admit it), and enjoying each other's company.

During one particular scene in a movie, where the son had a bad relationship with his family, I felt Noah tense up beside me.

I’m slowly learning that family is not a subject he likes to talk about. I could tell that the scene was obviously setting him off. 

I reached my hand over to his and gently pulled it into my lap, intertwining our fingers. With the only light in the room coming from the TV, I knew Casey wouldn’t notice.

I refused to look over at Noah’s reaction, nervous that he may reject my comfort. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head though. After a moment his fingers tightened around mine and I let out a soft sigh. He didn’t pull away. 

It felt like we were once again moving aside a barrier that was keeping us apart. 

And honestly, the closer I get to Noah, the better I feel. It’s nice to be around a person I know won’t hurt me and will treat me how I deserve to be treated.

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[thesoftboiledegg]

I stopped by Walmart on Saturday to pick up some lightbulbs. On the way to the self-checkouts, I happened to walk through the men's section, and a set of boxers awaited me!

For some reason, I always assumed they didn't carry anything besides a T-shirt I found a while back. But nope--Walmart also had two sock sets.

Probably a coincidence, but I noticed that the Rick pair features the trans flag colors.

Next, I found these sweatpants in the pajamas section.

Nothing in the entertainment department, but Futurama made an appearance. Although Hulu has more seasons coming, so it's not REALLY a complete collection 🤔

It's been nice to see Futurama get some visibility after all these years. Disney sees what Fox and Comedy Central didn't--a potential cash cow!

Anyway, the smaller mall didn't have anything this weekend, but Cute Loki watched over me while I browsed.

The bigger mall was also lacking. I was about to give up hope until I saw this bowl in Spencer's sandwiched between the ramen sets.

I love the contrast of modern grids and pastels with Rick and Morty's surrealism. Looks like a $300 Goop bowl until you see the illustrations. Rick and Morty: now suitable for the bourgeoisie!

After that, I found this pipe at a local head shop. Dabbing (the dance) is no longer cool, but I guess the pun is too good to pass up.

I checked out another head shop and was disappointed that I didn't see anything--until I spotted this rug! Iconic.

Don't do drugs, kids...unless you're a 14-year-old with an autistic mad scientist grandfather. Then you can do all the drugs you want.