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homosexual-radio-host · 1 year

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Rick and Morty/Gravity Falls crossover cause im shipping my two favorite dimension hopping scientists

Part one, repost from my ao3 Ghostly__apparitions

Ford looked up from his work to glance around the bar he was sat in, he wasn't taking any chances on alien booze, but he needed a relatively safe place to work on his tools, weapons to be more precise. He had only been travelling for about five months now, but he hadn't spent much time off of the nightmare realm, so he was still kind of new to all of this. He was still so pissed at his brother, in the deep recesses of his mind he missed him sure, but that part was drowned by pure rage. His thoughts were interrupted when another human- or at least humanoid lab coat wearing guy sat next to him, "First time huh?" The guy asked him in a gravelly voice "H-huh?" Ford stuttered, he hadn't expected him to say anything to him and thus hadn't prepared a response, and was barely paying attention to the initial question "Dimension hopping, is it your first time?" The guy asked taking a swig of his drink.

"Umm.." Ford began eying him suspiciously "Yes ... why?" "Just making conversation sheesh, I mean it's- it's obvious, you look like a kid lost in a mall without his mommy" The man joked "It's that obvious?" Ford asked, calmed slightly by the weird mans joking. "Yea I mean- You know no offense I guess" "Non taken" The two where silent a moment, "Rick by the way, Rick Sanchez" "Oh, Ford Pines, nice to meet you" Ford stuck his hand out for a shake which Rick took, holding on slightly to long "Pleasures all mine" Ford pulled his hand away awkwardly his face reddened "Right- heh ..um so so any tips? To dimension travelling" Ford asked "Oh yea well I've been doing it for years so it comes naturally to me, I just use this bad boy" Rick told him pulling out his portal gun and shooting it as demonstration, Fords eyes widened and turned to Rick "Fascinating, would you mind if I took a look? how does it work?" Ford asked, his eyes lit up.

"Yea sure- just be careful things a fucking hassle to fix" Ford nodded while examining it "Truly fascinating" he muttered "You know which dimension you're from? I'm C-137" Rick asked "Oh yes, I do, I'm dimension 46" "Oh yea I've been there once, had to stop to refuel, weird fucking town, weirder locals" Rick laughed to himself "Ah, that'll probably be Gravity Falls:" Ford chuckled and handed him his portal gun back "Thank you" he said "Yea no- no problem, so what's a guy like you doing here?" Rick asked and Ford shrugged "Long story, But to shorten it I got accidentally thrown through a portal, one I was tricked into making by a demon" Ford replied sheepishly "A demon? Which one, might know em" "Bill Cipher, he's a dream demon" "Oh shit yea I know him, had to implant my family brain with chips once again- against him" "Really? Small worl- er universe ... Multiverse?" Ford responded, then knocked on his head with a clanking sound "I had to get countermeasures too" "Oh damn that's metal as fuck" Rick laughed.

"Hey Rick I'm ready to go now" A child voice came, Rick and Ford turned to see a younger boy in a yellow shirt "Morty not- not now I'm talking- I'm talking to a hot guy Morty can't you see that" Ford turned to lean on the counter and attempt to casually cover his face with his hand cause holy he was not expecting that. Rick turned to him and laughed "Oooh Someone is easy to fluster" he teased poking him obnoxiously in the face and Ford just turned to look more away "Rick stop- stop flirting I have school tomorrow" Morty groaned as Ford desperately attempted to ignore Rick. "Morty schools pointless, I've told you this" "Rick just get his number like a normal fucking person I'm tired" Rick sighed dramatically and turned to Ford again "You even have a phone?" Ford shook his head "uh, no" he replied "See Morty he doesn't have a phone so just- just give me a fucking minute Morty" Morty groaned again and went to sit at a table knowing his grandfather was impossible.

"Sorry about that, grandson, Morty, insufferable little shit sometimes" Ford stopped covering his face "No it's fine, You have a grandchild?" he asked trying to change the topic "Mm, yea two of em, a daughter and ... unfortunately a son in law, what about you?" "No .. I just have a little brother, and parents, also a - a twin brother but he's the reason I'm here" "Well shit, dramatic backstory, sick" Ford grinned awkardly "Yea I guess"

"So did you want- like if you had a phone would you take my number?" Rick asked and Ford flushed again "Um yea- yes I guess" he stuttered out "Good, cool, brb" He responded and left. Ford sat awkwardly fidgeting in his chair, wondering if Rick was even coming back, I mean he had to right? I mean his grandson was still sat there.<"

"Hey-o I'm back sixer!" Rick said tossing a phone at him, Ford looked up at him ignoring the nickname "Where did you even get this?" "Stole it" "Oh" Ford wasn't going to complain about the morality of it, he himself was a wanted criminal. "And here ya go" Rick said handing him his own phone to add to the contacts "Th-thanks" He responded typing in the number and just making the contact name "Rick"

Rick took his phone back "So that phone works across dimensions but you will need to charge it" Rick told him "That's fine, Phones aren't even portable where I'm from" "Yea not- not yet so have fun with that" he chuckled "Rick!" Morty called getting annoyed "Yea yea!" Rick called back "Alright well I gotta- I gotta go now handsome, text me!" Rick told him opening a portal gun, Morty jumped in, Rick reached for Ford's hand and kissed it before jumping in himself. Ford hadn't been given time to respond but probably wouldn't have been able to get any words out anyways.

#rick and morty #gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #rick sanchez #Crossover

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jeezricksa · 4 years

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A ! I ! J ! T ! X !

VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET / 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂

AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

morty shows affection in a number of ways! he’s prone to complimenting others, saying sweet things and admiring things about them aloud frequently— it comes very naturally to him. he gives people space mementos, texts sporadically amidst his adventures, is basically always good to call, and tentatively offers to take them to harmless places when he’s solo - adventuring.

he’ll put basically everything down to come and be there if you need him. he jokes around playfully and nudges your side and listens, attention all but undivided when you’re talking and hears out your problems and in turn, rarely confides his own because he wouldn’t even know where to begin putting that shit on people he loves.

he can’t help but watch and smile stupidly at someone he likes while they’re doing the most mundane things in the world, or griping passionately about something— though he tends to kind of bluster and hastily look elsewhere if you catch him. he’s barely aware he’s doing it a lot of the time. it’s absentminded and soft.

as long as he’s comfortable enough he’ll probably reach to take your hand all the time when you’re walking or sitting together (though never gets out of the habit of wiping it on his jeans beforehand because he’s. mortified by the idea his palms might be sweaty he could never make anyone suffer like that). fist bumps and high - fives always. leans his head on your shoulder. plays with your hair. he is down to hug and hold and smooch. he’s tired, always, and he’s probably fallen asleep slumped up to you at least once.

I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

it’s actually hard for him to say it for the first time ; like doctor wong said, morty’s family has never exactly rewarded vulnerability or emotion and instead seems to punish it. his parents’ marriage has been pretty loveless so he’s grown up with a pretty warped perception of the idea; plus, he’s anxious about rejection and it not being reciprocal. but once he’s broken past that initial barrier and truly does trust and love the other person he says it all the fuckin’ time. he loves you and you’re gonna know about it!

JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

again, not so much jealous as anxious. his self - worth is so low he essentially believes he can’t compete with anyone else his partner might be interested in and just worries that they’re going to clock on to that, and leave, and it’d be perfectly understandable, right? he’s garbage. plus— there’s infinite iterations of himself walking around. like, what if he got left for another him? that’d be fucking mortifying!

TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

sort of? he does believe it’s possible to love someone in a deep and lasting way. it’s impossible to completely love every aspect of someone, forever and always, but the ones you’re not so fond of shouldn’t be anything deal - breaking. it’s possible to love someone with all your heart but occasionally be irked by the way they bounce their leg all over the place when they’re bored, or something. actual true love is acceptance of those things and adoring someone in the same breath, he thinks.

XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

morty likes being called pet names a lot but they fluster him so much you’re better off not using them unless that’s like, your intention. he uses them too, but only once he’s very deeply into a relationship. it’s always sickly sweet shit smh…

#swungbat #headcanons .#answered .#ILY FOSTER

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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years

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Hot Brownie Sundae: PART 2/4

SFW, just flirting! (Spanish translations at the end).

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

I.C had driven us to his home in his truck (which flew, though I should've seen that coming considering we were dealing with a Rick). He lived in a standard Rick home. Or so I was told, I hadn't ever been to a 'standard’ Rick home since Zeta-7 was not a standard Rick and didn't live with family like most others did. I.C led us inside through the garage and revealed a hatch in the floor. A cool metal ladder led down into a small room in which he gave us plastic-y overcoats that were itchy on the inside; he'd explained that he'd ruined one too many shirts by getting covered in stains, and now he took the proper precautions. He also urged us to wash our hands in the little sink outside the door, since we'd be around food, he was very proper and a lot more meticulous about things than I thought he'd be. The sink was the only thing in the room besides an old sofa, which was apparently there for no other reason than he couldn't be bothered to get rid of it. Fair enough, I'd thought, before he led us through the glass door into his lab.

There was a lot to look at. I felt like I was in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory… only I was surrounded by ice cream instead of chocolate. And there was no chocolate river or crazy candy trees. Or little orange men.

The point is, there was a lot of food around us! I was right in my prediction that there were shelves of ingredients; all in big jars, some fresh, recognisable ingredients like strawberries, coffee beans and mint leaves. Some dried powders of different colours, that I.C had explained were flavour powders; totally natural and made by him using a technique that he could tell me, but would then have to kill me, he'd joked. There were some glass vials filled with clear liquid; each having a small handwritten label on the side that when I leaned in to read...

“Stay away from those! That's for a pr-project I'm still working on, haven't worked out the kinks yet.” I.C snapped, and I rose a brow when I managed to catch that one of the labels read 'nostalgia’. Zeta-7 stepped away from the shelves despite the fact that he wasn't even the one being spoken to.

“Oh? What kind of project?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. He grinned.

“You'll have to wait and see when it's finished.” He told me. He turned away and kneeled down, going through one of the many, many freezers underneath the worktops. “In the meantime, wanna try my newest flavour? Y-y-you guys can be my guinea pigs, the first people to try it other than me and Morty.” He continued, pulling out a tub of ice cream with a collection of letters hastily written on the front in black marker; some kind of abbreviation that I couldn't work out.

“Oh! Th-that's so exciting. Y-y-you'd let us do that?” Zeta-7 questioned, striding over to him quickly with unbridled enthusiasm. I chuckled to myself.

“Sure. B-but you've gotta be honest, Doof.” He started, gently pressing a finger to the other man's chest and leaning in close. “If it tastes like garbage, tell me. S-sometimes when you've been working on a flavour for so long, you kinda become numb to it.” I.C chuckled, backing off and pulling the lid off the tub to reveal a lilac coloured ice-cream with hot pink flecks. He plucked a couple of cardboard cups off the shelf in front of him, along with a spoon, and proceeded to dish up a little of the ice cream into each cup.

“I'm sure it won't taste like garbage, I-I think you'd struggle to make something that tastes bad.” Zeta-7 told him, taking one of the cups from him. I.C handed the other one to me before giving us both a mini plastic spoon each.

“Ohh, I wouldn't. I-i-it's actually pretty easy. I just let Jerry pick the ingredients.” He snorted. I'd heard of Rick's disliking this Jerry guy. I'd never met one, but he seemed to be the butt of more jokes than even Zeta-7. This Rick, however, had a gentle smile on his face as he joked, rather than a nasty sneer. “He tries, but uh, I think he needs more coaching.”

“Do you get along with Jerry?” I asked without thinking, both men looked over at me in surprise. I didn't realise how strange that question would seem coming from a random person like me, but I couldn't help it. I was always curious about other Rick's; the concept of different dimensions fascinated me.

“Sometimes. H-he's an idiot, but he's my daughter's idiot so I gotta live with him whether I like it or not. Besides, without him I wouldn't have Morty to help me out with all this.” He gestured around the room with a wave of his hand. I smiled at his response. I'd never heard another Rick say something like that, besides Zeta-7 of course.

I was becoming more and more sure that he was one of the nice Ricks.

“Anyway, try it.” I.C urged, nodding at the cups in our hands. “I'm n-not gonna tell you what it is, I want you to try and guess.”

Rick and I dug in, hastily scooping up a spoonful into our mouths. The first thing that hit me was; floral. It had a perfumey kind of taste but not at all unpleasant. I rolled the melting ice cream around my tongue and suddenly felt like a wine snob or something.

“Hmm, violet? Definitely violet.” I said, taking another mouthful. I.C smiled. The more I ate the more I could appreciate the layers of the flavour. All floral, I could tell that much, but I didn't know enough about flowers to tell you what else was in it.

“Rose! The pink flecks a-are rose petals, aren't they? I'm pretty sure there's some elderflower in there too.” Zeta-7 took over for me, continuing to list off the different flavours he picked up. I hadn't heard of most of them.

“You're both spot on. It's mainly violet but it's infused with other flowers. The petals are rose, too. I'm impressed!” I.C grinned wider, putting the lid back on the tub. “You really know your flowers, Doof. I bet- I bet he's one of those guys who buys you bouquets, huh?” He glanced at me in question and I nodded.

“That's right. He doesn't need an excuse to, either, he'll just surprise me with them.” I said, looking over at Zeta-7 who looked down bashfully. “He's a sweetheart.”

“Ahh, I know all t-too well. Él tiene su encanto.” I.C sighed pleasantly. I rose a brow; I'd heard Zeta-7 speak Spanish only a number of times and I knew little of the language. I hadn't a clue what he'd said, but whatever it was, it made Zeta-7 let out a small embarrassed sound. He scratched at the back of his neck and flushed, shaking his head.

“It’s not- i-i-it's no big deal. I'm not anything special.” He said, flustered and with a small voice.

“What- what did he-” I murmured, looking between the two men cluelessly.

“Tu novia no habla español? Qué piensas? Deberíamos hacerla paranoica?” I.C continued, staring Zeta-7 straight in the eye. I frowned a little. I knew he'd said something about speaking Spanish, but that was about as far as my knowledge took me.

“No. Eso es malo. Ella es muy- what- what am I doing?” Zeta-7 shook his head at himself and looked at me. “I'm sorry, don't worry, he's not saying anything bad.” He smiled sheepishly at me.

“The fact that you said that makes me think that he is.” I countered, smirking.

“Lo siento. Tu es muy lindo, señorita.” I.C whispered softly, smiling cheekily. As he did, he leaned in and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear; my heart began to hammer and my face felt hot. I looked anxiously over to Zeta-7 who pressed his lips together.

“He- he's not wrong.” He said meekly. The two of them laughed together, but I found comfort in the fact that it didn't sound like a mean laugh… if he'd said something unpleasant, Zeta-7 wouldn't have laughed at all. I knew that.

I still couldn't wipe the pout off my face, though.

“Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just playing.” I.C assured me reaching over and gently knocking my chin with his knuckle like you would a small child. I tried not to feel patronised, and simply rolled my eyes.

“If I knew another language, know that I'd be getting you back.” I pointed at him, feigning annoyance. He laughed, shaking his head at me.

“Anyway, shall we continue the tour?” He questioned in this put on posh accent. He turned on his heel and led us further into his lab.

There were lots of pieces of equipment, big machines that had some role in the process of ice cream making, but I couldn't tell you what. There were some samples of ice cream sitting out in bowls on the work surface, looking as though they'd been placed there moments ago. I wondered at first if Morty was around working in the lab, but I was quickly proven wrong.

“Some tests I've been doing; Ice cream that doesn't melt. Y-y-you can try some if you like. I don't quite have the texture down yet, but if you want you can try this one;” I.C started pointing at a number of bowls. “Or this one. But I uh, I wouldn't try these. They're far from ready, pa-part of that new project I mentioned earlier.” He said carrying on walking to grab some more plastic spoons.

The two he'd recommended looked pretty standard; one was brown and one was cream, so I assumed they were chocolate and vanilla. But one of the ones he'd steered us away from immediately grabbed my eye. It was one of the most vivid pinks I'd ever seen in food form, and it had what looked like little gummy heart-shaped candies mixed in. This one had melted more than the others and looked more light in texture. I supposed whatever he'd mixed into this ice cream had made the non-melting ingredient not work… or something. That hardly mattered to me, I wouldn't mind trying it, melted or not. I looked over at Zeta-7, whose eyes were fixed on the same bowl.

“That one looks good, doesn't it?” I nudged him with my shoulder. He nodded his head vigorously.

“Are those candy hearts?” He questioned, leaning in. “Oooh! It smells like strawberries and marshmallows. Oh- oh wow, it smells so good, it makes me feel happy just smelling it.” He chuckled. I leaned in too, breathing deep through my nose.

Oh!

Something hit me, a rush of something. It was pleasant, that was for sure. But Rick was right, simply smelling it made me feel nice… suddenly I was overwhelmed with the urge to try it.

“Shit, I've ran out of spoons. Give- give me a sec, guys, I'll run upstairs and get some from the kitchen.” I.C said, not giving us a second glance as he headed out the door.

“I'm gonna taste it.” I simply said once he was gone.

“You are? Didn't he- isn't this one he said wasn't ready?” Zeta-7 questioned, watching as I walked over to retrieve the spoon I'd used to try the violet ice cream.

“Uhh, yeah but I think that's just because the melting thing didn't work, you know? I don't mind it a little melted.” I shrugged, wiping the spoon on my t-shirt. Looking up at Zeta-7, I watched him lick his lips and glance over to the ice cream again. His eyes were conflicted. “It smells so good. One bite won't hurt, I don't think he'll notice.” I giggled, touching his arm and leaning in. I was feeling giddy, excited, a thrill running through me ever since I'd smelled the ice cream. I didn't know what had gotten into me, and I didn't care.

Rick looked down at where my hand wrapped around his arm and bit his lip.

“If you do, I will.” He finally said. It surprised me a little, Rick rarely did anything to break the rules, no matter how loose said rules were. I nodded my head and grinned at him, wasting no time in spinning around and scooping up a spoonful of the hot pink ice cream.

Lifting it up to my face, I caught that scent again. So sweet and fruity, my mouth watered and my nose tingled. It was just so good! I stuffed the spoon into my mouth, groaning aloud as soon as the stuff hit my tongue. My shoulders sagged and my eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. I heard Rick laugh, then he took the spoon from me and went in for his own mouthful. His reaction was similar to mine, though the sound he made was quieter and less, frankly, pornographic.

The ice cream tasted like fresh strawberry with a hint of sourness, as it if had lemon and sherbet mixed in. It tingled on my tongue, almost like it was fizzing in my mouth. It had a creamy aftertaste like cream soda or white chocolate, maybe both mixed together. There was chewiness in the texture from the gummy candy, as well as some marshmallows. I'd never had ice cream like it, I immediately wanted to eat more, and I was about to ask Zeta-7 for the spoon so I could do just that, but I heard the door opening.

I.C was back.

“Okay. Weird. Y-you don't have to stare at me.” He chuckled, acknowledging the fact that both of us had spun around to look at him. His expression turned suspicious as he approached us, and once he was close enough he looked at the spoon in Zeta-7's hand. The room was silent for a while.

“I-I-I-I'm sorry! I ca- I can't do it. We tried the ice cream. The one you told us not to!” Zeta-7 blurted out, slapping a hand over his mouth once he was done. I looked up at him and raised my brows. I should've expected that.

“You did, huh?” I.C questioned, he didn't look mad. Just amused. “Which one?”

“The pink one.” I said meekly.

“Not the pink one!” I.C gasped, horrified, eyes blowing wide… before drooping in indifference. “You should be fine. M-mostly… well, how do you feel?” He eyed us carefully, pursing his lips.

Rick and I looked at eachother. All I felt was a slight tingling on my tongue, but I guessed that was from the fizzy, sherbety texture of the ice cream. Aside from that, I felt good.

“Fine.” I shrugged, and Zeta-7 nodded in agreement.

“Ah, good. Pretty sure that was a dud anyway, like I said, I still need to work out the kinks.”

“A dud?” Zeta-7 questioned curiously and I.C sighed, looking down at the ice cream.

“My newest project. I wanna try adding certain… uh, ingredients, in order to make you feel certain ways after you've eaten it. You've tried Simple Rick's, right?”

“Oh! The wafer cookies? That's genius I.C! Wh-what flavour did we just try?” Zeta-7's face seemed to light up. Simple Rick's? I'd never heard of them, but I was smart enough to figure out what they were. Cookies that made you feel stuff? Give me a regular chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk and I feel a lot of things. I smirked to myself.

“Uhh, regular strawberry soda by the looks of things. The emotion side still needs work. It didn't work when I tried it, I'm not entirely sure why...” I.C chuckled to himself, looking rather sheepish. He must've felt pretty embarrassed, having his invention blatantly fail in front of his friend. I felt a little bad for trying it without permission, I had this hot feeling in my tummy that seemed to come on suddenly and I could only call it guilt. “Anyway, you still want to try the others? Let me know what you think of the texture.”

“Sure! If you want, I could- I could help you out with your new project another time. Two heads are better than one.” Zeta-7 offered, smiling at his friend.

“That's nice of you to offer, but you needn't waste your time like that. You've probably got your own stuff to work on.” I.C replied, shrugging.

“Nonsense, it's like (y/n) said, brownies and ice cream are a match made in heaven.” He laughed at himself, shaking his head. I couldn't help but smile too, that warm feeling in my stomach blossoming into something else, something more pleasant. “We always did work well together!”

Tbc...

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Translations:

“Él tiene su encanto” - “He has his charm.”

“Tu novia no habla español? Qué piensas? Deberíamos hacerla paranoica?” - “Your girlfriend doesn't speak Spanish? What do you think? Should we make her paranoid?”

“No. Eso es malo. Ella es muy-” - “No. That's mean. She is very-”

“Lo siento. Tu es muy lindo, señorita.” - “I’m sorry. You are very cute, miss.”

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #doofus rick #ice cream rick #oc rick #sfw #fanfiction

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welovemonstergirls · 6 years

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MON girls + Smith reacting to a cute someone hitting on them at the bar? Bonus points for the pickup line that the cutie uses

Zombina grins and decides to one up you. What follows is a barrage of sharp-witted and sharp-tongued pickup lines that goes beyond the norm. She grins from ear to ear at how easily she flustered you. Eventually, you say the line, "Is rigor mortis contagious? Asking for personal reasons." And oh, how the turns have tabled.

Doppel is rather disinterested. Yeah you're cute, but she doesn't know a lot about you. So you sit, chat, make small talk, and Doppel slowly and slowly becomes more uninterested until she hears your drink order for a relatively high-end scotch. She arches a brow at you and asks "What's this? Busting out the big bucks just to impress me?" Embarrassed, you respond that you received university tenure that day, and you're celebrating. Now she's curious. You buy her a measure of your drink. She begins to open up to you a bit more throughout the night. At the end of the evening, you ask her if she wants to see a play with you, and she accepts. Rather than asking for numbers, you give her a date, address and time, much to her amusement.

Manako wants to die. She's awkward, introverted, and doesn't know how to react until you start apologizing for making her uncomfortable and walk away. On one hand, she's grateful, on the other hand, she wants to invite you back for being so considerate. But now she be like "N-NO! DON'T LEAVE, YOU'RE TOO CUTE-I MEAN HANDSOME-I MEAN...ooooh..." So you pause, then sit down next to her, a blushing mess, yourself, and start talking about things a little more normally. No flirting, just discussion with a drink or two. She's smitten, and this makes her so nervous. In a moment of boldness, you reach out and rest your hand on hers. This does not help. You pull your hand back. Now she's shyly clinging to your arm. You done messed up, son. Now you're stuck with a girlfriend for the rest of the night. You quickly find out that this is not a bad thing because she's sweet and cute as hell and really good at darts. You're both tearful when you call her a cab to take her home. She calls you the next day because she wants to hear your voice. You're mildly hungover and somewhat confused, and it takes you a good 30 seconds to process what's going on, but the second you do, you immediately perk up. Cue you asking her to breakfast and the most whirlwind and perfect romance in the history of the universe.

Tio is excited as hell. Most people stay flinging distance (which is a long-ass way) from her because they're intimidated. But when you outright call her cute, she immediately grins, and the cute factor amps up to infinity. She's especially glad because she's still in work clothes. She's giving you a great big hug and gushing over you. Naturally, you're sitting there, your head sitting on the softest pillows they've ever sat on, thinking "Well this went from 0-100 real fast" The whole thing basically goes off without a hitch. She winds up giving you her number just before she leaves, and she's so jazzed when you call her to plan your first official date.

Smith looks at you in bemusement. She's gonna have some fun with this. Admittedly, you didn't measure your mark properly. You saw that she has legs for days and didn't notice the sunglasses at night, the glass of high-end liquor in front of her, nor the predator's gaze in her eyes over her shades when you sat down. She comes off as intimidating at first, only to turn out to be a barrel of fun. She winds up besting you in pool several times over, with a round of drinks being the wager. You have no room to argue. You're just enjoying yourself. Eventually, it gets to the point where you two can barely stand. Smith asks you back to her place because she doesn't think you have enough for a cab and she doesn't want you walking halfway across the city to your place. You don't remember what happened afterwards, but you woke up in her bed with no clothes on, so you have a pretty good idea.

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jo6hny · 7 years

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Pizza Sucks Without You - J.S.

Summary: Vampire! Johnny gets a crush on Y/N the pizza delivery girl and constantly orders pizza just to see her. What happens next?

Genre: Fluff, Supernatural, etc. Word Count: 2077

Johnny sighed once he saw the mess his roommate, Jaehyun, had done.

Jaehyun was sprawled against their shared sofa, eating chips and such. He was supposedly trying to beat a video game. It’s been a full week since he’s done so. Johnny couldn’t see the satisfaction in playing video games, nonetheless finishing them. He supposed that humans found interest in it since it feeds their hunger for excitement. But to Johnny, it just wasted time.

“Hey, you’re back!” Jaehyun greeted, sitting up and hiding the food wrappers on the table. Not that Johnny hadn’t seen them.

“So I am. How many days has it been since you’ve taken a bath? Or ate a proper meal? You’re too stuck up in that game of yours, Jae.“ He said, scrunching his eyebrows.

Jaehyun gave him an apologetic smile. He figured that his bloodsucking friend had already smelled the stench that he was protruding, given that he had a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans. He stood up from where he was and gave the taller boy an apologetic pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m on it.” He answered, making his way to the bathroom. But not before warning Johnny that he had ordered pizza.

“Oh and can you please take the pizza once it’s delivered? The money is on the table. Thank you, John.”

Johnny just sighed, running his finger through his dark hair. He started to clean the place up to make it more pleasing to the eye. Candy wrappers, pizza boxes and and chip crumbs were littered all over their living room.

The doorbell rang, signalling that the pizza Jaehyun ordered had arrived. Johnny stood up and fixed his appearance before opening the door.

He was astonished as he was met by a beautiful maiden. He couldn’t believe that the girl in front of him was a delivery person. She looked like she could be on the cover of a high end magazine. Johnny slyly looked at the tag that contained the name of the fair maiden.

“Y/N” He muttered under his breath. Barely audible.

The petit girl shot her head up.

“Yes?”

Johnny’s eyes widen in shock. His mouth was dry and he couldn’t find the right words to say. In the long period of time he has lived in Chicago, never had he met someone who could make him forget who he was. John was the type of person who was always calm and collected. He always knew what to say. But not right now. It was as if he had been possessed by another.

“I… was reading the tag on your shirt. Um, Y/N right?” He gestured to the tag on Y/N’s blue cotton shirt that had the pizza place’s name on it.

Y/N nodded shyly, giving the taller individual a small smile.

“That’s me.” She confirmed, jerking her shoulders upward. Y/N extended a hand towards Johnny.

Johnny took her hand and shook it lightly. He was scared that something might happen to her, as if she was fragile glass.

“I’m John.” He replied nervously.

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. The name registered on her tab was different from what he said. Her eyes widened as she realized that she may have rung up the wrong door again.

“Wait, so Jung Jaehyun doesn’t live here? Did I get the address wrong?” She said frantically.

A small chuckle could be heard from the vampire. Johnny shook his head.

“No, I’m not. But, Jaehyun is my room mate.”

Y/N sighed in relief. Thank god, she thought would have to pay for delivering the pizza wrong again.

A small silence enveloped the two of them. Just until Y/N remembered that she hadn’t even gave John the food he had ordered.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I haven’t even gave you the pizza yet! I’m so sorry I got distracted and-" Y/N was panicking yet again, she forgot to hand over the pizza to the cute guy who answered the door. So much for trying to be attentive.

A small chuckle could be heard once again, Johnny’s smile was the widest it had ever been.

"That’s alright, I don’t mind. Pizza’s not my thing anyways.” Slyly hinting that he didn’t need human food to survive. Hey, there’s nothing wrong in taking small risks. He handed her the cash and took the large pepperoni pizza in return.

“Thank you.” They said in unison.

Eyes averted each other’s gazes, blood rushed to their cheeks. It was a feeling like no other for John. It had been decades since he felt infatuated with someone.

“I-i have to go. Enjoy your pizza, though.”

Johnny’s smile faltered. A sudden feeling of sadness washed over him. He wanted more time to talk to Y/N but he understood that she had somewhere else to go.

The taller boy nodded and bid Y/N good bye. Not forgetting to thank her as she left.

A sigh escaped Johnny’s lips as soon as he closed the door. He noticed Jaehyun emerging from the bathroom fully clothed.

“Oh great, the pizza’s already here. ” He took the box from Johnny’s hands and proceeded to sit on their medium sized sofa, turning the tv on.

Meanwhile, Johnny just stood there. He was reminiscing and conjuring up ways of how to see Y/N again.

Jaehyun noticed the troubled looking boy.

“Hey is something up?” He asked, concerned about the well being of his best friend.

Johnny just nodded and made his way to the sofa, distracting himself with the latest episode of rick and morty.

The raven haired male’s palms were getting sweaty as he was frantically awaiting his pizza delivery order.

He doesn’t know how, or what compelled him to do it. He doesn’t even need to eat human food! And he knew that it was a 1/10 chance that Y/N would be delivering the pizza, but he took the risk.

After what felt like hours of biting on his nails anxiously, the door bell rang, signalling the arrival of the pizza.

He swung the door open with much enthusiasm only to be faced with a Japanese looking boy with chestnut colored hair.

“I have a delivery for Johnny Suh?” The male asked.

“Yeah, that’s me.” He replied, hiding the disappointment in his tone.

Johnny paid for the pizza and took it inside. A frown formed on his lips.

“Is that pizza?”

“Yeah, eat it if you want.” Johnny told Jaehyun who was lounging on their couch once again. He apparently bought another video game and that means a long week of cleaning for Johnny. But he couldn’t be bothered to clean right now. He was too busy feeling unhappy.

He could always try again, he thought. But it would be a waste of money, and Jaehyun could only eat so much pizza until he needed to be hospitalized for taking in so much grease.

Johnny plopped down on the couch beside Jaehyun and sighed. Staring off into the distance.

Jae paused his game as he noticed Johnny having the same sullen look when he ordered pizza last week.

“Alright, tell me what’s wrong, vampy.”

Johnny hated the nickname that Jae gave him but he couldn’t be bothered to tell him off.

“The person who delivered pizza last week was beautiful and I couldn’t even get past the staring stage. Now I have to live with never knowing who they are and living without them. I guess you can say that she’s the one who got away.” Johnny exaggerated.

Beside him, Jaehyun was laughing immensely. He was clutching his stomach.

The sad boy gave Jae a weird look.

“You mean Y/N? Oh please vampy, stop making me laugh.” He said, wiping tears from his eye.

Johnny sat up straight at the mention of the maiden’s name. His eyes widened and his palms were sweaty. How in the world did Jaehyun know Y/N?

“You know her? How?”

“I have classes with her in Uni. She probably doesn’t deliver on weekdays anymore cause you know, classes.” Said Jaehyun as he poked his friend’s shoulder.

Just then that Johnny realized that today was Thursday. A weekend. He shook his head in disbelief at how stupid he could be. Of course she had classes, she looked like Jaehyun’s age and possibly his if he weren’t actually old.

Johnny thanked Jaehyun for the information and proceeded to go in his bedroom, taking note to order pizza on Saturday.

- Today is the day. Saturday.

Johnny already rung up the pizza place and dressed as well as he could. He wanted to make an impression. He decided that it would be the right time to maybe ask Y/N out on a date or maybe for her number.

Unlike the last pizza delivery, this one was fairly quick. Which made him more nervous. There was still the risk that Y/N wouldn’t be the one delivering and that his effort of dressing to impress is put to waste. But he only shook those thoughts away, he was hopeful today.

He opened the door slowly at first, peeking through the door.

“Johnny, hi!” The smaller girl greeted with a welcoming smile.

Thanks to his luck, Y/N was the one who delivered the pizza.

“Hi.” He answered, nervous.

“I thought you weren’t a pizza kind of guy? What made you change your mind, huh? Is it the good cheese? I heard you ordered pizza a while ago too.” Y/N handed him the box and nudged his shoulder a little bit, making him suck his breath in.

“I guess so. There’s just something that makes me want to order pizza a lot.”

“What? Really? What is it, then? If it’s a secret, you can tell me. I’m good at keeping secrets.” She spoke, offering him a little wink of reassurance.

Johnny took a deep breath and looked at Y/N in the eye.

“You.”

“Wh-What?” Y/N said, flustered. A blush could be seen appearing on her cheeks, making her look more adorable than ever. She tried to avoid Johnny’s gaze, feeling as if she would melt.

“What I’m trying to say is, I like you. And I find you really attractive. And I hope you don’t find it weird.” Johnny muttered.

“Oh” Y/N answered, feeling overwhelmed.

Johnny panicked and tried to defend himself somehow.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird, really. I just wanted to see you again and I didn’t know how.” He was fidgeting at the exposed corner of his supposed to be tucked polo shirt.

Y/N offered Johnny a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder.

“It’s alright. I suck at these, but I like you too.”

Johnny’s eyes lit up in shock and happiness. He couldn’t believe her words. A smile appeared on his pink lips.

“Is there a way I can contact you somehow? Like social media? Or your phone number?” He asked.

Y/N nodded.

“Yes, of course. You think that Jaehyun would have given you my number instead, though. ” She answered, giggling.

Johnny cursed beneath his breath. She was right. Why couldn’t he just ask Jaehyun for her number? It would’ve spared him the time and money. He mentally slapped himself at the thought.

A hand wrapped around Johnny’s shoulder. It was Jaehyun.

“That, my dear friend, is because I want free pizza. I also want to see my hopeless roommate here get a love life.” Jaehyun intercepted, snagging the pizza box from Johnny and going back to playing his video game.

“I’m gonna kick him out someday, I swear.” Johnny mumbled, making Y/N giggle.

“Well, I have to go now. I have other deliveries to attend to. But please do call me, okay?” Y/N said, handing Johnny a piece of paper with her number written on it.

“I will. Good bye, Y/N. I’ll see you.”

“Bye, Johnny. The next time I see you, it better be a date.” She jokingly said.

“Of course, I would love to take the most beautiful girl on a date.” He smiled widely.

Johnny closed the apartment door happily, feeling accomplished.

“You two haven’t even been together yet and I can already tell that you two are gonna be one of those gross cheesy couples. Yuck.” Jaehyun said as he took a mouthful of pizza.

Johnny only rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.”

#nct johnny scenario #nct johnny #seo youngho #johnny suh #nct 127 #nct scenarios #jhmasterlist

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dekuinthelake · 7 years

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Healthy Tips on Being in or Around a Fandom

I kinda wanted to eventuate my point about Rick and Morty on a wider scale-- that is, addressing the nature of fandoms themselves.

I've been a fan of games and media basically all my life and even once (though I'm a little embarrassed to admit it) I was a rabid preteen Naruto mega fan. I wore head bands every day at school (until they ban them for being "gang attire"), I had an OC... I even fucking larped fighting tournaments at a friend's house that were actual block fights. Kids fucking bled. I literally sharpened my nails to a point to cosplay my "half wolf demon" OC.

Yikes!

In the years since I've calmed down, largely to the fact that my love of that anime dwindled rapidly as I became disinterested in the show. For the first time, I was experiencing a slow smolder of fanatasism, and it clued me on to realizing... everything has flaws. Even if you adore a piece of media, it's going to have something not perfect in it-- and that's totally okay.

Liking anything, people, comics, games, totally depends on your ability to suspend your disbelief and ignore things that would otherwise be a deal breaker, though when you are young, it's hard to define a middle line because you may have yet to encounter it.

Being that social media is acessable to anyone, including youth which will always be in greater numbers than the previous generation, I surmise that right now the bile we are seeing is due in no small part to less experienced people latching on to media as identity because maybe they haven't had an experience to show them it's fine if things are flawed, or just not in line with other people's tastes.

That isn't to excuse adults, either, mind you. I know plenty of mega fans years older than myself who seem to lack that deeper understanding as well, and really it's kind of a self perpetuated thing that won't get better until someone defines the rules.

What I propose are 3 basic rules of conduct regarding Fandoms to keep things as civil as possible... to give some kind of general understanding of all sides, hopefully.

1. Anyone can express their love for a thing as they see fit, so long as it's not harming another person physically or psychologically:

It's human to look at something and be like "Wow, that's dumb" when you see something that strikes that particular chord. And that's fine, so long as you are aware that your opinion isn't the ultimatum, the "ideal opinion". There are infinite amounts of perceptions and something AMAZING to you might look idiotic to someone else. A good rule of thumb is to just turn your head and find something you actually like. If they are looking for critism, then offer your opinion but be sure it's constructive and that you've considered why you think it's dumb to begin with.

For fans, please feel comfortable expressing your love for media in whatever way you like, be it cosplay, fan art, rp or whatever. You do you, but be sure if the thing you love becomes part of your identity, you aren't flustered when someone has flaws. Get to know your passion, good and bad. You can have more meaningful discussions that way, even with people outside your interest group. If your enthusasm makes someone uncomfortable, remember that you can always share it with people who share that level of excitement with you.

2. Try to temper any fanatasism with rationality and variety

If you watch a cartoon, play a game or are even into sports, ponder why. You'll get to know more about your own tastes and be able to explore more contemporary options as such. Never just be content with one thing, and don't let companies trick you into becoming their brand. Remember, you consume media, not the other way around.

3. Be inclusive!

Share anything you love with friends or people who are asking for suggestions. Be willing to take the chance to look at something new, or maybe something old in a new way. Entertainment media are ideas in motion. If we compare and contrast as a collective, we can uncover more ways of doing things better. Let's always be willing to open up a dialog with each other, but be respectful of person specific limitations.

All and all, understanding leads to peace in practicality. So let's just try and be peaceful, even if our opinions are different.

#yeee #fandoms #idk I wanted to write

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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years

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RickCon’18: Part 1/3

Part two, Part three

Thank you to @hoodoo12 and @ricksanchezbae for this idea and for encouraging other people to give it a go, I had a lot of fun writing this :)

My take on RickCon focuses mostly on two OC's, one I've written for before and one I haven't. This could be seen as sort of a sequel to my Tailor Rick fic, so I’d recommend reading that if you haven’t already just for some context :) also, I drew him here, so you can check that out if you want a visual! A couple of people wanted to see him again, so I hope you like this.

This series will be SFW, just some implied sex (not involving reader) and some Rick-like flirting :) Enjoy!

“Absolute bloody pricks.” Rick muttered, inspecting the cuff on my arm with a clear expression of distaste. “Th-that ruins the whole ensemble.”

The stylist who had been applying my eyeshadow turned away momentarily and I took the opportunity to look down at the cuff for myself. While the wristband didn't do my outfit any favors, I wouldn't go as far as to say it was ruined. I read the neon code once more; HF-002, and tried to swallow down the sensation of disbelief. I hadn't had an awful lot of time to adjust, it'd been months since I'd heard from Rick Sanchez after receiving my custom gown in the mail, and suddenly I was here. In some strange place away from earth, entirely populated by Ricks and Mortys. I hadn't been expecting to hear from Rick ever again, but when a letter slipped through my door requesting that I visit him at my earliest convenience, I'd been too curious to ignore it.

That's how I found myself at RickCon. Apparently, Rick hosted a number of events at the convention, including a charity clothing auction to raise money for… trunk people in need? I'd quickly learned that he was a very generous person, though only for his own benefit. When I first met him, he'd gifted me a one of a kind, custom made dress worth thousands, purely so that he could feel good about himself. He'd made no attempt to hide that the charity auction was no different. Anyway, he needed models, and for some reason he thought I'd be suitable. I'd laughed in his face at first, but when he explained the citadel to me; infinite realities and alternate versions of him all gathering in one place, I had to see it for myself.

“I don't understand why they can't just make an exception for me. I assume it's because they're jealous, n-not many Rick's make a name for themselves in their original dimension. There's far too much hopping around for my liking.” He continued as the stylist returned to applying my makeup.

“Almost done, sweetie.” the stylist said almost boredly. He was another Rick, dressed in pink with the sides of his head shaved, the rest of his hair swept upwards to make for a particularly striking hairstyle.

“I-I-I explained to them that this is a fashion show. I'm aware that the majority of Rick's wear the same grotty lab coat day in, day out, but surely they understand that that.” Tailor Rick pointed accusationally at the wristband. “Is the opposite of fashion!”

“Relax! It looks fine. Nobody will even care and anyway, this is for the uh, the… what are they? The trunk people.” I said, trying to move my face as little as possible as to not disrupt the stylist.

“Oh, right.” He scoffed. “Of course, the trunk people.” I didn't need to see him know he was rolling his eyes.

“All done.” The stylist said, leaning back and giving me a once over.

“Finally. W-we have about five minutes until we're starting. Cutting it a little fine, aren't we?” Rick said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the stylist.

“I'll have you know I'm the president's personal stylist. If you want the kind of perfectionism I deliver, you need to give me more than half an hour.” The stylist quipped, turning his back on the other Rick as he bent over to gather the various brushes and makeup products on his desk. I glanced over to the tailor, raising my brows when I caught him checking out the ass on his alternate self.

“You shouldn't need more than half an hour to paint some slap on her face. The real time consumer is teaching her how to walk, since her parents clearly didn't do a very good job-”

“Oi! I can walk just fine when I'm not tottering around on stilts!” I said defensively.

“Stilts? They're mere kitten heels.” He scoffed. I very nearly growled. My initial attraction to him had quickly disappeared with prolonged contact, at this point I couldn't understand how he'd made me so wet and flustered throughout that dress fitting. I must've been hormonal… or something. “Anyway, get up, we're starting soon.”

I rose to my feet, straightening out the dress I was wearing. I had another six lined up for me to change into throughout the course of the auction, and two Ricks lined up to help me do so. The gown I was going out in first was a lovely, deep burgundy cocktail dress. I'd questioned Rick about why he thought it was a good idea to try and flog cocktail dresses to a room full of men. Initially, he'd reminded me that it was also a room full of alcoholics, and they'd pay attention to anything with the word cocktail in it. Or course, that was his idea of a joke and the real reason was that apparently there wasn't just going to be Ricks at this convention. They often brought along any significant others they had, and some just happened to be women.

Now that was a comforting concept and definitely gave me another reason to agree to being his model for the afternoon. At least if I was going to a Rick and Morty convention, there would be other people like me attending too, it'd give me some allies once my job was done and I'd have time to explore the convention while Rick hosted his panel; More than just a lab coat: Style tips for the working Rick.

“I'm going out there first to introduce the event, your Rick-sistants will send you out on cue.” He told me, taking me by the elbow and guiding me towards the entrance to the stage, where the two Rick's that'd be helping me change were standing, both of them suited up semi-formally, their hair a lot different to Tailor Rick's in that it was spiky, sticking out in all directions.

“Oh God.” I said as I caught a glimpse through the gap in the temporarily erected wall that separated the dressing area from the main stage. I could see the crowd, and although it was no Royal Albert Hall, it was more people than I was accustomed to standing in front of. “Remind me why you chose me instead of an actual, professional model?”

“For the same reason I chose you to create a dress for. Your figure is…” he trailed off, glancing down at my chest. “You will be appreciated here more than my regular ladies.” He said, and I flushed.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Well, most of the audience members ha-have no intention of buying anything.” He said, peaking out at the crowd. “Normally it's the same three Ricks buying anything, and half of the audience disappears once all the women's wear has been sold.”

“So they're just here to ogle?” I asked, and Rick turned to smirk at me.

“Of course.” He told me. “Apart from those with Sugar Babies in need of gifts.”

“I thought this was a nice thing. You know? For charity.” I frowned, crossing my arms.

“Oh, but it still is, isn't it? The charity will get their money, the Ricks will get their entertainment. Everyone's a winner.”

“Except for me.” I pointed out, he turned and looked me directly in the eye.

“Quite the contrary. Now you'll have an opportunity to seek out a Rick who's willing to satisfy your cravings.” He told me, leaving me confused.

“I'm sorry?”

“You have quite the appetite for me, correct? I-I-I seem to recall you were going to ask me on a date after your dress fitting. I'm sorry that my professional ground rules prevent me from accepting, but I'm sure many of the Ricks here will have no such qualms.” He smiled politely, and my face flushed in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

“Appetite? Are you mad? Perhaps when we first met I was taken by your charisma and charm, but let me tell you, my appetite has been more than filled over the past few days of incessant complaining, rudeness and bossiness.” I scolded him, jabbing my finger into his chest. My words seemed to amuse him.

“It’s time. Carry that boldness with you out on stage, my dear.” He said, and with that, he turned the corner onto the stage, and I heard him addressing the crowd and willing them to settle down.

It was barely a minute before I was being ushered on stage. I stepped out into the open, momentarily freezing as I scanned the crowd, every face was almost identical, row after row of Ricks. I noticed a couple of other faces too, the occasional Morty, a few Summers here and there, but it was mostly Ricks. Barely a second had passed when I got ahold of myself and walked forwards. Of course, I completely forgot how to walk; well, in the way that Rick had taught me, so I simply strolled and stood at the edge of the stage with my hand clasped behind my back so nobody could see how much they were shaking. My face felt hot under all their eyes, I noticed the leering smirks from the audience members, and noticed how they whispered to each other. I made eye contact with a few of them, gaining a wink from one, and a brow wiggle from another. I found myself giggling, enjoying the attention despite the initial nerves.

Before I knew it, the dress had been sold, and I was given my cue to leave the stage and get changed. A model Rick took my place on stage, wearing a hot pink suit. I wondered about the kind of Rick that would consider buying such a loud outfit.

“Quickly, baby. Let's get you out of th-that dress.” One of the Ricks waiting for me said, coming up behind me and unzipping the garment. The other Rick held onto my hand to keep me stable as I stepped out of my shoes. One dress was stripped off of me, and just as quickly another was being shimmied up my hips. I didn't have time to feel exposed, and the two men made me feel more than at ease with their professionalism.

“Wow, you look fantastic in this one. This oughta fetch a g-good price.” The other told me as he buttoned up the front of it. The Rick behind me was tying up a bow in the back, pulling it taught. I glanced down at the dress, all black silk with white buttons going up the front of the bodice, sleeveless with a boat neck and a ribbon running around my waist. I felt very sophisticated wearing it.

And fetch a good price it did. Standing out on stage, I felt a little more confident the second time around, and turned from side to side, giving the audience a three-sixty view of the dress. The numbers called out by the auctioneer just went up and up until they were in the thousands, and even though I had no idea what currency was being used, I was surprised at how much people were willing to pay for a single item of clothing. It sold for seven and a half thousand, and Rick was right when he'd said it would be the same few Ricks bidding, I only saw about four different hands going up throughout the whole thing.

The third dress made me nervous. It was the shortest of them all, hitting at mid thigh; a lot shorter than I would usually go for. It was also practically skin tight, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination; though it had a high neckline and long sleeves, so at least I had some modesty in that department. It was navy blue with a wide white stripe going across the bust. Rick had pointed out to me that it was one of his apprentice's (coincidentally his grandson, Morty's) designs and he was only selling it to get it out of his studio; he preferred a more refined, classy style.

I noticed his blatant eye roll when I stepped out on stage, and the room roared with wolf whistles and undeniably carnal sounding cheers. He snapped something about reeling it in, you bunch of animals, to the crowd, which was mostly ignored. A Rick in the front row dressed in pastel colours, a bow-tie around his neck, stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out an ear piercing whistle, and when I looked at him he blew me a kiss and called out something that sounded Spanish, I caught the phrase bella dama in there somewhere.

“Thank you, to the gentleman in pink shirt, starting us off at six hundred!” The auctioneer called, and the Rick who'd whistled to me went pale.

“What the fuck, no! I-I-I didn't!” He quickly stammered, earning a collective howl of laughter from the entire room.

“I'm sorry, sir, all bids are final. Anyone for seven hundred?” Was the response he got. Not a single hand in the room flew up.

“Come on! Y-you fucking bunch of assholes, someone wants that! You're just- you're just-” He growled, glancing around the room, a few snickers could be heard. I'd never seen such a large group of people working together just to screw some guy over. It was actually quite impressive. A classic case of cutting one's nose off to spite the face, it was obvious by the dress’s reception that there would otherwise be a bidding war.

“No? At six hundred, then. Going once, twice…” The auctioneer announced, then the hammer came down.

“Fuck you guys!” The Rick in pink spat, crossing his arms and slamming his back against the chair.

“Lighten up, buddy. It's for the trunk people!” Some Rick from the back called through unrestrained laughter.

“And fuck you especially!” He retorted. I offered him an apologetic smile, feeling somewhat responsible, before I left.

The rest of the auction went off without a hitch, and once all of the dresses were sold I was left to change back into my own clothes as the designer gear was packaged up ready to be distributed to the buyers at the end of the auction. I was tasked with helping the assistant Ricks with the packaging; each dress was wrapped up in a garment bag inscribed with Tailor Rick's logo, then folded up neatly inside a sturdy, fancy black box with magnetic clasps on the lid, which was again decorated with the logo in silver metallic foil. Also inside the box came a certificate of authenticity and a thank you letter from the charity. Finally, the box was placed inside a gift bag and a note with the dimension number of each buyer was stuck to the side, then it was taken off to a different room ready to be collected and paid for.

I waited around until the end of the auction to see Rick, only for him to bypass me and go straight into a private dressing room. I tried not to feel irritated by this; I didn't have a private dressing room, I'd had to change out in the open with at least three Ricks standing around. When he came back out, he had changed into a more casual suit; something cooler and more stylish than the traditional black and white number he'd been wearing beforehand. This suit was covered in a Paisley pattern, and it was a deep teal colour. Underneath, his shirt was black, as were his shoes and tie. He looked very chic and handsome. He approached me, straightening out his tie and adjusting his collar.

“You did well out there, aside from the fact you walked like a baby rhinoceros.” He teased, though he was smiling.

“Bit of an exaggeration.” I pointed out, looking him up and down and feeling extremely dowdy in my jeans and t-shirt.

“Not at all.” He smirked, then plucked a piece of lint off my shoulder. “I have my other event in an hour, so I'm going to have to stay here to h-help prepare the room. Y-you're free to go, however.”

“Oh? What shall I do?” I asked stupidly and he held eye contact with me for a moment before answering.

“Well, you could always go and enjoy the convention.” He suggested with an amused tone. I rolled my eyes.

“Why didn't I think of that?” I said sarcastically. “I mean, on my own? Just… just walk around this place?”

“Yes. You're a big girl, aren't you? You're capable of independence?” He raised his brow.

“Yes, it's just…” I trailed off and chewed the inside of my mouth. “It's a little daunting.”

“You'll be fine. You can't leave without me with you, so if you're worried about some other Rick trying to snatch you away, don't be.” He said all too casually.

“I wasn't worried about that… but I am now.” I furrowed my brow and stared at him, he simply chuckled in response.

“Go, attend some of the panels, try some of the food, and if you get overwhelmed there are plenty of places for you to go and catch a breather.” He said, taking my shoulders and turning me around to push me towards the exit.

“Okay, you have your phone with you, right?”

“Yes. But don't try to contact me.” He said bluntly.

“But what if there's an emergency?” I asked, turning around to face him once he'd got me out the door.

“Then I suppose that's an exception. But you'd better be dying, otherwise I-I don't want an interruption!” He rolled his eyes again. “Meet me back here in two hours. Have fun. Oh, and I put some money in your purse, g-go wild.” He added flatly, before the door was closed in my face.

I stared at the frosted glass for a while before taking a deep breath and turning around.

“Fuck.” I breathed, staring out at the mass of people in front of me, a sea of blue white and yellow with barely anything in between.

Tbc.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #fanfiction #rickcon #oc ricks

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