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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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Imagine # 1,044

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Year posted - 2023

*Let's pretend Rick didn't kill Shane, but instead beat the shit out of him and left him behind. So this is set right after the incident at the farm, and now Shane is wondering on his own.

"Sh get down." Frank whispered softly, pulling (Y/n)'s arm to get her to kneel beside him, pulling a knife from his boot in order to kill the undead creature. She weren't sure how exactly she'd gotten here, or why exactly. All she could remember was running with Frank from a man that was trying to hunt her down specifically. And it was like the ground opened up right below their feet, and both her and Frank fell, unable to anticipate what happened. Then they landed on the solid earth, and found themselves in a world they didn't recognize. Thankfully with her and Frank being deadly killers with something as simple as a toothpick, handing their new life in a world full of undead was a walk in the park. It also helped that considering how many times they'd both been on the run, they could handle the constant moving, and scowering for supplies.

"How about that place?" (Y/n) pointed to the old farmhouse nestled at the bottom of the hill that she and Frank stood on. "Looks fairly untouched." She noted as she observed the dull red sliding of the home, then the windows that looked in good shape. "At least for a few nights." Another small suggestion left her lips, while Frank watched the place with hawk eyes, weighing the options. "We'll do a perimeter sweep first, then sweep the house." Frank decided then quickly grabbed (Y/n)'s arm before she could walk away. "Carefully this time." He reminded her, making her roll her eyes playfully. "Get scared by a cat one time and you never hear the end of it." (Y/n) huffed sarcastically, making Frank grin. "You nearly blew the poor thing away, pretty sure you scared atleast eight out of its nine lives out of it." He winked before pulling her to him to kiss her softly.

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"Seriously this place is adorable." (Y/n) mused as she walked around the living room for the third time, having checked the entire property and found no threats along the way. "Would've loved to own a place like this." She added softly, a giggle escaping her when Frank wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Yeah? That the kinda life you imagined for us?" He murmured against the side of her head, both of them swaying softly to unheard music. "Yep with a dog or two, some munchkins runnin' 'round, the works." (Y/n) signed dreamily. "I can see it now... Your belly big and round with our babies, while you bake in the kitchen barefoot in a cute little sun dress. The dogs at your feet eagerly waiting for scraps, while you scolded them for it despite that beautiful smile." He closed his eyes, and (Y/n) leaned further into his touch.

"Where are you?" She wonders in a soft whisper, making Frank chuckle. "On the other side of the kitchen island, trying my damnedest not to devour you like the sweet little morsel you are." His words made (Y/n) laugh, a small blush dusting her cheeks. "I'd never deny you Castle." She mused as she turned around in his hold, peering at him with mischievous eyes. "I-" Frank was immediately cut off by the sound of something falling over down in the basement. "I thought you checked the basement." (Y/n) whispered as she moved from his hold. "It was barricaded." He sighed through his nose. "Now who isn't being thorough?" She sassed as she and Frank both readied themselves for a potential fight. "Quiet." He grumbled quietly, annoyed with himself for letting it happen.

Getting into the basement took some effort from both of them, but they quickly realized while trying to get in, that whatever was down there wasn't one of those creatures. "Don't move." (Y/n) trained her rifle on the outline of a man, while Frank stood beside her on the stairs, also aiming his gun. "I ain't armed." An oddly familiar voice called from the darkness, making (Y/n) freeze before she glanced to Frank. "Move into the light." Frank demanded, and the stranger did as he was instructed. "What the fuck?" (Y/n) gasped, her gun lowering at the sight of him. "Who are you?" Frank hissed, uncertain how to react to seeing a man that looked and sounded exactly like him standing there. "Shane Walsh." His voice was horse as if he hadn't drank anything or spoken in days.

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They'd brought him upstairs, and the bewilderment on his face was apparent as he looked at Frank, as he was unable to see them properly in the basement. "My names (Y/n)." She tried introducing herself, but when Shane's eyes cast to her, for the first time since they came upstairs, his eyes somehow became even wider. "Darlin'?" He frowned in confusion, his eyes swimming with sorrow. "Um." She looked to Frank, who was quick to put himself between them when Shane reached out to her. "We aren't from this reality." Frank stated bluntly, making Shane frown with confusion. "She is my wife, and she's nothing to you. Got it?" Frank hissed, his use of the title wife making (Y/n) gawk at him. "Yeah... Yeah I got it." Shane nodded his head, sparing her one more glance.

"She looks like my ex-fiancé... She died a week before our wedding." Shane explained, wiping at his face to try and wipe away his sorrow. "What happened?" (Y/n) asked with curiosity, moving around Frank to properly speak with Shane. "She uh... She got shot by an ex-con I had put away. He um he unloaded the entire clip into her." Shane chuckled bitterly, the sound hollow and devoid of life. "I'm sorry." (Y/n) offered her condolences, knowing that it couldn't have been an easy thing to deal with. "Yeah... Me too." Shane nodded his head, feeling as if he was apologizing to his lost love, and feeling a little more at peace with it.

"You were a cop?" Frank wondered suddenly, his lack of empathy making (Y/n) mentally face palm, especially considering his own past. "Yeah I was." Shane shook his head. "So what about y'all? You don't seem like regular civilians." Shane pried, and (Y/n) simply looked to Frank. "Mercenary." Frank pointed to himself, then (Y/n). "She was an assassin." Frank grinned softly at the surprise evident in his eyes. "Really?" Shane looked to (Y/n), who nodded her head, genuinely surprised Frank was so willing to tell him that. Although it is the end of the world, so what did it matter anymore anyways?

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"So what's the plan husband?" (Y/n) asked Frank as they sat in the kitchen, leaving Shane in the living room. He smirked at the title, happy that she seemed keen to the idea of them being husband and wife. "Same as always. We keep moving, we stay alive." His voice was low, but he wasn't exactly whispering. "What about him?" She wondered, nodding her head back towards Shane. "He ain't my priority, you are." He leveled his eyesight with hers. "We can't just leave him." (Y/n) argued softly. "Why not?" Frank smirked softly. "Because look at him... He looks like someone left him for dead." She brushed her thumb across the bruise under Frank's eye, his face still busted up from the fight he got into before falling between worlds. Similar in a way to how busted up Shane was, though the ex-cop was off worse.

"Besides it'd feel like I was leaving you behind in a way... I mean I know he isn't you, but he's clearly another version of you." (Y/n) leaned forward a little, brushing her nose against Frank's. "Atleast give him the offer to join us, if he doesn't want to, then we'll go." Frank's lips parted slightly in anticipation as she spoke, his eyes peering deeply into hers. "And if he's more trouble than he's worth?" Frank questioned, making (Y/n) grin. "You Frank Castle were more trouble than you were worth for the first three years I knew you." Her words made him chuckle, remembering all the headaches he caused her before realizing he had fallen for her.

"That's fair." He hummed before kissing her softly. "Okay if you want to try helping the cop, we'll try helping him out." He brushed his nose against hers, like she had done earlier. "Just promise me to keep your guard up around him. I don't trust him." This time he was whispering. "You don't trust anyone, but I will." (Y/n) pecked his lips. "I trust you." Frank argued with a smile, making (Y/n) chuckle as she pulled away. "You sure?" She hummed. "I'm pretty sure." He mused following her as she walked towards the living room, Frank's playful demeanor vanishing as they entered the room.

"So Shane." (Y/n) began, taking as seat on the coffee table in front of Shane, who peered at her with unreadable eyes. "We're not sticking around for long, we never do." She noted the curiosity that bloomed in his eyes. "If you'd like, you're welcome to join us." And immediately his curiosity dwindled to something dark. "Oh I know that look." (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Let me guess, you think you're a monster? Or maybe you think you're better off alone?" She smirked at the obvious annoyance on Shane's face. "You might be an alternate version of Frank, but he gets that same exact look on his face when he tries pushing everyone away." Shane glanced at Frank.

"Now I'm not gonna force you to follow us. But I want you to consider it. I've seen that darkness in your eyes, it's just like Frank's, and if anyone can handle you at your darkest, it's us." (Y/n) stood from the table, and left with Frank to do their hourly perimeter sweep, leaving Shane to think about their offer. "You really think you can handle all that?" Frank asked as they exited the house, (Y/n) smiled softly, knowing he was talking about his demons, and now Shane's. "He needs someone, just like you do, and if he's anything else like you, I know he won't hurt me." She said as she looked back at the house. "I doubt he could anyways." Frank mused, making (Y/n) smirk. "Yeah probably not." She agreed with a laugh.

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sanzoumon · 3 years

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70 RICKORTY PROMPTS pt 3!

Here we go again! Same things apply, warnings at the start of the prompts. Everything is bottom!Morty unless otherwise stated. Also some prompts are gen.

70, guys. 70! And here I thought I was out of ideas. Anyway you can tell the moments when I was super horny while coming up with ideas. Some of these prompts get detailed and long but as always feel free to play around with the ideas.

Also with some of these I had no idea where I was going with them so pfft.

MPreg. Post-Promortyus. Those parasites reflected their own feelings. Morty asks Rick about it, what they did and said. Long story short, after some pressing, Rick admits everything that parasite said was true, he loves Morty and wants to have a baby with him. Morty finds the idea appealing, to be honest. He thinks about being pregnant with Rick’s baby and loves it.

Angst. As they get older Rick starts becoming forgetful and develops dementia. Morty is with him through it all and Rick can feel his own brilliant mind fading away, it scares him. They still have sex but as time goes on Rick gets less and less lucid. Eventually Rick dies in his sleep one night.

Non-con. Thriller. On the Citadel. There’s a serial rapist and killer loose on the Citadel. He targets Morty’s. The Morty’s disappear for 3 days and turn up dead on the forth. The police know the culprit is a Rick, given the DNA left behind, but DNA doesn’t vary much between dimensions so it doesn’t help much. They call in a specialist, a Rick who understands people and specializes in Profiling. The culprit redressed the bodies, showing them reverence, he loves these Morty’s. Things become complicated when Profiler Rick’s Morty gets abducted. ((Criminal Minds inspired))

Hebephilia. This Rick is a straight up Hebephile and has tried to reject that part of him his whole life. Morty happens to be right in his strike zone. He even left his own Beth when she was 13, fearing he might go after her. He thought these urges would mellow out in his old age but being around Morty is a challenge. And now Morty is confessing he’s in love with Rick and that he’s attracted to older people. After resisting his whole life Rick finally gives in and feels like a piece of shit for it.

Prison. Dub-con. Rick and Morty get arrested and everyone wants Morty’s ass to make him his bitch. Rick isn’t about to let that happen, fighting off anyone who tries to lay a hand on Morty. But every time Rick leaves him alone someone tries something. So Rick does the only thing he can, after beating Morty’s assailant to a pulp, he takes Morty in front of other prisoners to show who he belongs to. Morty is freaked out but damn Rick is giving him pleasure he never knew existed. Everyone backs off Morty but he wants Rick to fuck him again and again.

Omegaverse. Everyone knew that Alpha’s were supposed to care for their Omega in exchange for the Omega’s submission. Rick doesn’t do the whole caring thing but due to the proximity they have Morty recognizes Rick as his Alpha and he wants to be cared for. Eventually Morty breaks down. This triggers Rick’s Alpha nature and he gives Morty all the affection he’s been craving. Rick fucks him slowly, gently, in a comforting way, to help calm him. Tells him how good he is, etc. Finally he knots Morty and Morty feels like he’s whole again.

Angst. Rick and Morty are goofing around, just having a good time. They end up with their faces close together and Rick kisses Morty. Morty doesn’t react well. Will he come around?

Morty is desperate to be with Rick. He just wants Rick to stay with him and he’ll let Rick do anything to him. Abuse him. Fuck him. Anything.

Anything based on the song “Pretty When You Cry” by VAST.

Morty has a kink for seeing Rick cry.

Morty likes the feel of Rick’s wrinkly and saggy skin. Sometimes he just messes with it because it feels nice.

Age Problems. For all his sexual prowess, Rick is still an old man and sometimes it’s hard for him to get it up. And it’s really humiliating and frustrating because he is horny and his dick just isn’t reacting. Morty doesn’t mind that much, it happens. Besides, Rick is still damn good with his hands.

Electro Play. Rick hooks up Morty to all sorts of sex toys. They all send electric shocks to his dick and asshole. Rick also uses a wand to shock Morty on his thighs. He also won’t let Morty cum. Eventually he fucks Morty while still shocking his dick.

Rick sends Morty to school with a vibrator in his ass. Throughout the day he turns the device on to make Morty squirm. By the time lunch period comes, Morty can’t stand it anymore. He finds Rick waiting in a bathroom stall, dick hard and waiting for Morty, looking smug. Morty practically jumps on Rick’s lap and Rick takes the vibrator out. Morty rides him and moans so loud it’s a wonder the whole school doesn’t hear.

Public Sex. They have a very specific kink for fucking in portable toilets, like you see in construction sites or during fairs. It’s so unsanitary and smells disgusting and anyone could hear them but that’s what makes it hot.

Feminization Kink. Morty has a kink for beating treated like a woman. Not crossdressing tho. He likes it when Rick calls him a bitch, his wife, princess, his ‘pretty little girl’, calling his asshole a pussy or other such things, calling his dick a clit, talking about knocking him up. Things like that. Morty likes holding his legs open, begging Rick to fuck his pussy.

Morty is a straight up slutty little cock whore for Rick’s cock. Loves riding it. Loves being plowed by it. If Morty has it his way he’d just live life with Rick’s cock in his ass.

Exhibitionism. Degradation. Rick takes Morty to a special club where public sex happens on a stage. Surrounded by a bunch of Rick’s they all hoot and holler, calling him a slut, a whore, offering his Rick money so they can fuck him, etc. Morty never cums so hard in his life.

On the Citadel. A Rick books a private lapdance with a Morty at the Creepy Morty. Like most strip clubs there’s a “look, don’t touch” rule. But for a bit of extra cash many of them will let you do more than just look. And Rick is so desperate for the sexy little Morty gyrating on his lap.

Mind Break. Rick fucks Morty hard and rough for so long that Morty can’t live without being fucked by Rick anymore. He just wants Rick to take care of him, feed him, bathe him, then fuck him like a cheap whore. Being a living sex doll for Rick is the best thing that ever happened to him.

Miami Rick x Miami Morty. Sometimes Rick’s enemies put their hands on Morty. Morty almost pities them. Almost. Rick practically runs the underworld in Miami and everyone knows Morty belongs to him. Sometimes Rick needs to remind everyone that he’s an amoral old bastard who fucks his grandson so good that the kid begs for it.

Miami Rick x Miami Morty. Branding. Morty isn’t blind, he knows his grandfather is a criminal and knows people will target him to get to Rick. Morty also notices that Rick brands the shit that belongs to him and that no one touches it. Morty asks Rick to brand him so he’ll be safe, that people will know they’ll have to cross Rick Sanchez if they touch him. After getting the brand his ass hurts so much but he’s so turned on by the knowledge that Rick owns him now. He begs Rick to fuck him. And who is Rick to deny his cute grandson?

Set during Close Rickounters. They’re filthy, tired, and stranded. Rick is aggravated with Zeep, who keeps riling Rick up. Being in close proximity to each other for months makes it awkward sometimes. Like when Morty gets turned on seeing Rick in just his tank top, violently attempting to craft something like a mad man. He looks absolutely feral and Morty can’t help but moan at the thought of Rick fucking him like that. Rick notices, of course, and he’s in such a frenzied state that he doesn’t think twice about using Morty as an outlet for his frustration. He fucks him raw, with little prep, scratches, bites, pulls his hair, spanks him, slaps his face, taunts him, even spits on him, utterly degrading Morty and treating him like a sex toy. And Rick looks, smells, and feels so gross and dirty that it drives Morty insane. He can’t believe it’s happening, that Rick didn’t even care to ask Morty if he wanted this or not (Morty does want it tho). To just be taken and used as a stress outlet? It’s the best.

ABO Kink. They’re not from an ABO dimension but they both sure as hell find it hot. Basically they’re normal but know of ABO dimensions so Rick roleplays as an Alpha and Morty an Omega.

Rick x Morticia. Breast Play. Morti has surprisingly large breasts under her baggy t-shirt. Something happens to their clothes on an adventure and Rick gets an eye full of what Morti’s been hiding. She’s ashamed and embarrassed by them. Rick doesn’t see why, she’s beautiful. Morti stares at him and he realizes he said that out loud. Morti moves her arms from her chest and, very shyly, shows Rick everything. Rick realizes this is an invitation to touch and he takes it. He has her moaning like a whore in seconds. The next morning Morti comes down stairs wearing a v-neck top, showing off a little cleavage. The family is surprised because Morti was always so ashamed before. Morti just says she got a little confidence recently and gives Rick a knowing look. Rick decides he’s definitely going to fuck her boobs later today.

Rick x Morticia. Pregnancy Kink. Rick wants to get his 14 year old granddaughter pregnant. Wants to see her waddle around, have her breasts swell up, and wants to see her walk around knowing that’s his child in her belly. He wants to keep her knocked up all the time, keep her locked up at home, barefoot and pregnant, taking care of all their kids. Putting in another baby as soon as the current one pops out. He wants to make her his little breeding slave. He wouldn’t, of course, one kid is already too much for them but it’s still hot to think about.

Cheating. Cuckolding. Morty goes out of his way to fuck other guys just to make Rick jealous. Rick comes home to find some guy plowing him and Rick goes ballistic. He never hurts the other guys, just violently tosses them out. Then he holds Morty down and fucks him to remind him that he belongs to Rick. And that’s what Morty is really after. He wants Rick to be possessive, to fear losing him. NOTE: This isn’t a cuckolding kink, Rick isn’t into being cucked.

Rick x Morty + Summer. Morty wants Summer to watch Rick fuck him and to make humiliating / degrading comments about him during it. She’s getting paid for it but she’d be lying if she said her panties didn’t get soaked during it. Seeing her baby brother get plowed by a huge cock belonging to their grandfather was pretty hot, especially when Morty started moaning like a slut. She starts grinding into the chair she’s sitting on and cums from it. Morty doesn’t notice but Rick does, even tho he didn’t say anything.

Gun Play. It’s an Earth gun, pretty archaic by Rick’s standards. But Morty wants him to fuck him at gun point with a loaded standard 9mm. Even gives the gun a blowjob. Morty’s such a little freak.

Casual Possessiveness. When they go out, adventure or not, Rick puts his hand on the back of Morty’s neck. A hand on his waist. Hand on his shoulder, pressed against Rick’s side. Morty loves the feeling of protection and Rick loves protecting his little Morty.

Slow dancing. Rick and Morty are at a party, dancing and having a good time, then the music slows down and people couple up. Morty laughs it off and turns to leave, but Rick offers his hand to him instead - an offer to keep dancing. Rick ends up being a pretty good dancer and Morty finds himself mesmerized by Rick in this moment.

Hurt/Comfort. Spooning. Rick has a nightmare and wanders into Morty’s room. He lays down next to him, with his back facing Morty. Morty notices and hears faint crying coming from Rick. Morty pulls Rick into a hug, snuggling against his back. They stay like that for a little while until Rick calms down. Rick gets up to leave but Morty asks him to stay. This time Rick lays down facing Morty and they just sorta hold each other.

In Mortyberg. Most of the Morty’s there are Rickless but a few still have them. As C-137 Rick and Morty watch the few Rick’s left find their Morty’s, clinging desperatly to them, happy to be reunited - they see one pair kiss passionately. The couple gets odd stares. The Rick picks up his Morty and the kiss even deeper. C-137 Rick and Morty feel awkward about watching it and notice a few other Rick’s and Morty’s are giving them sneers. But Morty thinks they seem happy together, he’s a little jealous. He grabs Rick’s hand and just holds it, smiling up at him.

In this dimension, Rick has been around Morty’s whole life. They’re very close to each other. As a small child Morty always wanted his grandpa to pick him up and hold him. Morty’s 14 now and that really hasn’t changed.

Rick goes full on Grandpapa Wolf when Morty is in danger. He cries out “NO! MY BABY!” when Morty gets hurt.

On the Citadel. A story about Citadel cops who respond to Domestic Violence calls. Most times it’s Rick’s abusing Morty’s, sometimes Rick’s abusing Rick’s, Morty’s abusing Morty’s, and on rare occasions it’s Morty’s abusing Rick’s.

Mental Age Regression. Past Child Abuse. Rick suffers a blow to the head and passes out. When he wakes up he doesn’t remember anything from after he was 10 years old. It’s weird for all of them and Morty falls into the roll of primary caretaker. Rick gets into a bit of trouble when he accidentally breaks something of Morty’s. Morty yells at him and only stops when Rick is cowering on the floor, begging Morty not to hit him, then Rick starts mumbling “I’m sorry daddy please don’t hit me I didn’t mean it”. Morty gets down next to him and holds him, apologizing.

Past Non-con. Past Child Abuse. Still having Rick’s memories on hand, Morty decides to watch more. He sees all the pain Rick has gone through, his father raping and abusing him, his mother knowing and ignoring it, bullying in school, countless instances of Rick being sexually assaulted throughout his whole life. Even some up until right before he came to live with the Smith family. He sees a memory he can’t recall where Rick took Morty’s place when some aliens intended to rape him (Rick must have erased it from Morty’s memories). Morty comes too and sees Rick ripped the device away. Morty was crying and the tears wouldn’t stop. It’s Rick who comforts him, holding him, telling him it was all in the past and that it’s okay now.

Non-Con. Time Travel. Morty travels back in time to when Rick was his age. They bond pretty quickly, spending all day together. At the end of the day Morty realizes he has nowhere to go so Rick invites him to stay the night. In middle of the night, Morty finds Rick isn’t in bed and goes looking for him. What he finds is noises coming from behind a cracked door. He peeks inside and sees Rick and Rick’s father, Rick is crying and his father is plowing into him. Morty makes a noise and next thing he knows he’s dragged into the room too. Rick begs his dad to leave Morty alone. Instead, Rick’s dad tells Morty to sit there and see what Rick is really like, then decide if he wants a friend like him afterward. He shoves Rick on top of Morty and starts fucking him again, Rick is crying, apologizing. Rick starts to unravel, begging for more. Rick’s father leaves the room once he’s done. Morty cleans Rick up and takes him back to bed. Rick begs Morty not to leave so Morty stays in bed with him, just holding him, and Rick kisses him on the mouth before going to sleep. In the morning he gets woken up by his Rick. Morty wants to wake up young Rick but Rick stops him, shaking his head ‘no’. So they leave. Before Morty can ask Rick tells him that when he woke up that morning he cried like a bitch when he saw Morty was gone. He tells Morty everything about his father, that it never stopped until his father died. That even today that man still haunts his nightmares. This time Morty kisses Rick, letting Rick hold onto him like a lifeline. Rick apologizes that Morty has to see all that but it was always going to happen.

Spanking. On the Citadel. It’s not uncommon to see Rick’s punishing their Morty’s by spanking them in public. Guard Rick’s punishing Guard Morty’s. Teacher Rick’s punishing Student Morty’s. Rick’s just going about the Citadel, their Morty’s being little brats, stopping to bend them over and whip their behinds. Some Rick’s pay good money to spank Morty’s. Some Morty’s pay good money to get spanked by Rick’s.

Rick falls in love with Morty the very first moment he sees him, when Morty was a newborn. Throughout the years and their adventures, those feelings changed into something more romantic and sexual. It makes Rick feel sick. He doesn’t want to hurt his precious grandson but he keeps pushing the envelope with the boy to get more of his love and affection. He even asked Morty to kiss him! On the lips! He hates himself more when Morty kisses him on the lips.

Pet Names. Getting Caught. Rick has a lot of pet names for Morty: babe, baby, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, affection insults (bitch, lil shit, etc.). But Morty’s favorite is when Rick calls him “my love”. It rarely happens because it’s not one of those pet names you could mistake for familial at all. Sadly Rick uses it during dinner with the family one night without thinking about it. Everyone did a double take and then the interrogations started.

In a dimension where Rick isn’t a scientist, he’s a criminal. Thief, murderer, arsonist, a lot of bad shit. 4 years ago kidnapping got added to his list of crimes. He tracked down only daughter and abducted his 10 year old grandson, Morty, wounding his pre-teen granddaughter (who was babysitting) at the time. They haven’t been seen or heard from since... until today. A high speed chase, a shootout, Rick being shot, bleeding out, Morty crying, rushing to him, holding him, trying to stop the bleeding, kissing Rick, telling him he’ll love him forever, Rick dying. It was all televised on the news. Beth gets her son back but does she really? Just what exactly did Rick do to the boy in 4 years?

Vore. Microphilia. Morty gets shrunk down, clothes not included. Rick messes with him by putting him in his mouth. Then he tastes something weird in there and feels something strange. Morty is grinding against Rick’s tongue and came from it. Rick’s into it.

Paternal Instincts. Caretaking. Morty wets himself during an adventure. Once they get safely home he collapses and starts bawling like a baby, his pants still wet. At first Rick tells him to stop being a pussy but that makes Morty cry harder. It triggers something in Rick and suddenly his long buried paternal instincts gutpunch him. He scoops Morty up, holds him against his chest and says “now, now, grandpa’s here, baby” and tells Morty he’ll take care of him. He takes Morty to the bathroom, undresses him, and wipes him down with a warm washcloth. He then helps Morty into his pajamas and picks him up again, asking if he felt any better and if he wants to take a nap with grandpa. Morty feels like he can’t speak so he just nods yes to both.

Taking it Slow. Making Love. Rick is really DTF-y (Down To Fuck) pretty much all the time. When he and Morty start their relationship tho, Rick tells him he’s not ready to have sex yet. Morty thinks it’s just Rick having hang ups over the whole grandson thing but no, Rick doesn’t care about that. His age then? Morty starts thinking Rick just isn’t attracted to him so Rick finally tells him he’s plenty attracted. He just wants to take it slow, not because of Morty but for himself. Morty finds out that Rick was the same with Diane, even when she was DTF. Morty thinks it’s kinda sweet so he stops pestering Rick. They date, cuddle, make out, sometimes do hand stuff. After about 6 months of dating, Rick takes him to a fancy dinner then a hotel, telling Morty he’s ready. Then he makes sweet tender love to Morty and Morty finally gets what people mean when they say “good things come to those who wait”.

Necrophilia. Character Death. Angst. Morty dies because of Rick. Rick doesn’t take it well at all. He digs up Morty’s body in the dead of night, tries to go full Viktor Frankenstein and bring him back. But nothing works. He knows it’s just an empty shell, but he can’t stop himself from caressing his body, kissing his lips, undressing him, and thrusting into him. It’s cold, there’s not an ounce of warmth left in Morty’s tiny little body. He keeps the body longer than he should after that. It’s not long before he’s found out.

Past Non-Con. Public Restroom Sex. Healing Sex. After the Mr Jellybean incident, Morty is terrified of public restrooms. Rick makes it better by giving Morty a good time in a restroom, reassuring Morty that he can put a stop to this any time. Not that Morty wants to stop. Rick comforts and praises him the whole time.

Guard Rick x Morty. The Morty of a Guard Rick loves the way Rick looks in his uniform.

Pony Rick x Pony Morty. The good thing about Equestria was that they didn’t think twice about PDA. A stallion nuzzling his grandcolt wasn’t that odd. Behind closed doors he was nailing his grandcolt’s plot pretty much every night. Rick thinks he should be careful, at this rate Morty’s cutie mark will end up being a picture of Rick’s cock.

Primitivism. In a dimension where modern tech doesn’t exist, there’s various tribes that exist. Morty’s mother Beth leads their tribe after her father stepped down. When Morty’s 14th birthday arrives, the battle for his hand in marriage begins. Being the second child (with Summer being Beth’s heir) that means Morty will leave and marry into the tribe of the victor. It’s an open contest, anyone can enter. No one ever expected Rick to enter and dominate the competition. Beth has no choice but to declare him the winner. As per tradition they must now consummate their union. Morty is afraid, but Rick makes it good for him. Afterward Morty asks why Rick did it. Rick tells him it’s because Morty always belong to him, he just made it official.

Non-con. On the Citadel. There’s a serial rapist going around targeting Rickless Morty’s. Detective Rick is determined to catch the Rick responsible, his Morty was a victim of the rapist and killed himself over it. Problem is the culprit looks like a plain normal Rick. One Morty was different from the rest, most skittered away to avoid Rick’s and the Cop Morty’s has to tend to them. This Morty however clung to Rick like a lifeline. Rick’s gut told him this Morty knew more than he was letting on.

After the events of S5, Rick decides it’s time to make a change. He’s tired, old, he wants to settle down. To do that he needs to sober up. No more alcohol, no more drugs. It isn’t easy going cold turkey, it’s painful, he’s going through all sorts of widthdrawl. But sweet little Morty is there to help him through all of it, cleaning up his vomit, keeping his temperature down, keeping Rick away from anything that would help him get any sort of fix, soothing him, even feeding Rick when he’s too exhausted to feed himself. It hurts, but Morty is worth it.

In this dimension Rick isn’t the smartest man alive. He’s just a loving father and grandfather who moved in with his daughter to be closer to his grandchildren. Morty loves his grandpa so much and they spend so much time together. Ever since Morty was a child he liked to sit on grandpas lap and cuddle up to him. This hasn’t changed now that he’s a teenager. Behind closed doors the two are much closer than anyone would ever suspect.

Set during that whole ride scene during The Vindicators. Rick’s drunken video confession ends up being a love confession and marriage proposal to Morty. Morty evaluates his feelings for Rick on the ride back. When Rick asks him what happened, Morty just smiles and says “yes”. He knows Rick doesn’t remember but he’s the smartest man in the universe, he’ll figure it out... eventually. BONUS: Million Ants comments that he senses a great deal of love and affection all of a sudden.

Summer POV. She sees the way they act, how they look at each other. How devoted they are to one another. They’re hopelessly in love and neither wants to admit it for the obvious reasons. In this infinitely cruel multiverse she doesn’t understand their hangups and why they’d deny themselves this shred of happiness. She wants them both to be happy, she really does. The day it finally happens she’s happy enough to cry.

Beth finds out about Rick and Morty. Instead of lashing out over the wrongness of it she turns on Morty, accusing him of stealing her dad away, calling him a slut, asking what was so special about him. Rick is stunned. Summer and Jerry run to them, Summer instantly getting between Morty and their mother, holding him close while he sobs into her chest. Jerry tried to pacify Beth, leading her away. Of all things Rick never expected Beth to accuse her own child of being to blame here. He was the adult, she should be angry with him. He leaves Morty with Summer, he needs to have a serious discussion with Beth about everything. NOTE: Beth is infatuated with Rick and is jealous of Morty. Rick has no such feelings for Beth and is in love with Morty.

In this dimension, Morty’s parents and sister died when he was six. Jerry’s parents had already passed so Morty has no one left to be his guardian except Rick. So Rick moves into the Smith household so he won’t have the uproot Morty’s life. Their relationship dynamic turns out quite different from other Rick’s and Morty’s because of it. For example, Rick is haggling over a deal in space, he’s being mean and aggressive about it. Then Morty wanders in just when Rick is about to get violent. Rick here’s Morty say “grandpa?” in a sweet little voice, not understanding what’s going on. Rick’s attitude does a 180, going into doting grandpa mode, saying “hi, sweetie, grandpa and his friend are almost done talking so go wait in the car, sweetheart”. As soon as Morty’s gone he reverts back to being violent. Basically, Rick only shows his doting grandpa side in front of Morty, he doesn’t want Morty to see his hyper aggressive side.

Evil Rick x Evil Morty. Possessive Protectivness. Morty hates Rick, but there was one good thing about him. Come hell or highwater, Rick wouldn’t let others hurt Morty. It becomes easy for Morty to manipulate Rick into getting rid of problems this way. All Morty has to do is tell him someone tried to hurt him and Rick will kill them no questions asked.

Past Non-Con & Child Abuse. During the S5 finale, Morty asks Evil Morty just what the hell his Rick did to him to make him hate Rick’s so much. Evil Morty lashes out, tells Morty he won’t just tell him - no, if he loves Rick so much then he needs to experience the pain himself. EM jabs Morty with another memory device and Morty doesn’t just see the memories, he experiences them, feels them. All the rape, abuse, death, torture, the fear. He vomits when he comes back to reality. His Rick looks concerned, but Morty is shaking like a leaf staring at him. Morty can’t see his Rick without seeing Evil Rick. Evil Morty asks him if he understands now why he hates all Rick’s. What happens next?

Big Bad Wolf Rick x Little Red Riding Hood Morty. Dub-con. Morty’s mother tells him to go deliver some food to his Grandpa Rick’s workshop, but not to stray from the path because ‘Wolves’ (which is code for ‘those creepy pedos who hang out in the woods and need to bang kids to return to human’) will get him. Along the way a Wolf tries to lure him off the trail. Morty doesn’t fall for it. Eventually he reaches his Grandpa’s workshop. Something is off about his Grandpa’s voice. And ears. And teeth. And eyes. Also all that body hair. Yeah, Morty can see where this is going. The Wolf reveals that he’s actually Morty’s Grandpa Rick, throws him on the bed, telling Morty he’s going to ‘eat’ him. Okay Morty didn’t expect him to actually be his Grandpa so he’s nervous now. But wait, if Rick fucks him then he’ll go back to normal, right? He can do that for his beloved Grandpa, he has to.

Pet Names. Morty calls Rick by pet names too. What really gets Rick going is when Morty calls him “stud”.

Bottom!Rick. When Rick gets really emotional while drunk, he wants to bottom. He wants to be loved, filled, comforted, praised. He cries throughout the whole thing, but Morty knows it’s just because he’s feeling vulnerable. Morty likes to take care of Rick when he’s like this.

Bottom!Rick. It’s their first time and Morty is a nervous wreck. Rick takes the lead in a different way, riding Morty cowgirl style. To be honest, Morty is pretty small and Rick is pretty loose down there so it’s physically not as great as Rick would like but it feels nice and Morty sure as hell enjoyed it. Didn’t exactly last very long.

Orgasm Control Training. Morty can’t control his damn dick so Rick decides to train him to hold back his orgasms. Cock cages, chastity belts, cock rings, nothing seems effective so he trains Morty’s body to need prostate orgasms instead. Which is to say now Morty can’t cum without having his prostate stimulated and he can’t do that without Rick’s fingers or his dick. He knows. He’s tried toys and they can’t get the job done.

Prostate Orgasm. Rick’s robot arm has a vibrate function. He loves unraveling Morty by hitting his prostate with his fingers and turning on the vibration. He can tease Morty for hours this way, denying him release when he’s so close. He never lets Morty touch his dick anymore. If Morty wants to get off he needs to beg Rick to abuse his prostate.

Size Difference Kink. Stomach Buldge. Rick is like 6’4-6” tall while Morty is only like 5’2”. Their dicks have the same proportionate size difference. Rick’s is huge while Morty’s is smaller than average. When Rick fucks him you can actually see the buldge of Rick’s cock in Morty’s guts. Rick loves how tiny and hot Morty is, loves his tiny little dick, his tight ass, his little mouth. He hopes Morty doesn’t grow much more because he doesn’t wanna lose his cute little Morty.

Hand Holding. Rick’s taken up the habit of holding Morty’s hand like he’s a child everywhere they go.

Rick contemplated moving into a younger body to spend more years with Morty. When he brings this up Morty isn’t keen on the idea. Turns out Morty isn’t really attracted to Rick’s younger selves, he fell in love with Rick as an old man and that’s just how he likes him. Sure if it’ll help Rick stick around longer he gets it but does he have to go too much younger? Like Morty could be okay with a 50 or 60 year old Rick. Rick decides to stick with his current body for a while longer.

Yandere Rick. Non-con. Captivity. Traditional Wife Kink. Rick won’t allow anyone to even lay eyes on his precious Morty. He takes him off world, on an isolated planet, keeps him locked up in a cozy little home just for the two of them. Rick gave up on most of his adventures, only leaving for short periods of time. Morty is expected to keep the house clean, make dinner, do all the chores, and most importantly take care of his husbands sexual needs. Morty is terrified but, so long as he doesn’t fuck up any of his wifely duties, Rick is gentle with him. If he burns dinner, forgets his chores, anything — Rick punishes him, he sees it as Morty not wanting to be with him. It doesn’t make any sense to Morty and he knows this is going to be his life until Rick dies. What Morty truly hates is that he looks forward to Rick fucking him each night. In those moments he’s able to lay back and let Rick do all the work, Rick wants him to feel good during it after all. It’s also the only time Morty gets leeway on his chores because Rick gets cuddly after sex. When Morty gets sick he tells him he won’t have to do any work today too. Morty doesn’t want this at all but he finds these peaceful moments.

#rick and morty #rickorty #c 137cest #rickmorty #prompts

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A New Start pt. 3

ight this probably wraps this thing up but i’ll prob do something again (or feel free to request something)

Part 1 (x) Part 2 (x)

It's only been about a week since the whole ordeal with Hannah. A few days less than that since him and Higgins have even started to think about taking their- Friendship? Relationship? Partnership? Whatever. - to more than it's always been. And Magnum's been making progress if he does say so himself. He's being less annoying, more conscious of her space, nicer to the dogs, and he's even restrained himself to being an absolute gentleman.

He knows that Higgy isn't the type of woman to move fast with a guy, so he hasn't gone further than holding her hand, hugs, or cuddling on the couch. But it's just about killing him. He's doing everything in his physical power to not reach out, grab her face, and kiss her, hard, every time she does something even remotely cute. Thomas hasn't gone this slow with a woman since he met Hannah, and even then it was mostly not to cause issues within the unit.

Nonetheless, Thomas knows Juliet is too good to let go because he did something stupid. So when he hears her barking, not literally, at the lads, he wracks his brain on what he might have done to upset her lately. The Ferrari's in perfect condition and freshly washed. The case he just wrapped up paid him enough to actually cover the bills he has here. And he hasn't brought anything case-related back to the estate. But one look out of the guest house, and Thomas sees her simply standing in the middle of the grass looking towards the water.

Taking a deep breath and walks out barefoot. The first thing he notices is the lads trotting along side him, brushing their noses against his hands. Apollo, at least he's pretty such it's Apollo, nudges his head against the back of Thomas' leg as if pushing him along. "Guys," Thomas acknowledges them, "Go back to the house." And for once, they actually listen to him. The closer he gets the more he can see. She's also barefoot, but it looks like she's still in her pajamas, which is very unlike Juliet Higgins for nearly noon.

"Hey sunshine." He's started using nicknames for her, and she surprisingly doesn't mind them when they're alone.

"What do you want, Magnum." Well maybe not today.

"I just saw you out here, thought I'd come join you." Thomas keeps his voice light, but the longer she doesn't even move to look at him, the more worried he gets. "I heard the lads making some noise. Did they find another lizard to chase?"

Juliet barks at him, similar to how she was with the dogs earlier. "Were they interrupting your afternoon nap? God forbid you actually get up like a real adult."

"Juliet-" As Thomas reaches for her hand she whips around to face him. And for the first time in a while, he sees anger in her eyes. Well first time in a while directed at him. Just last night she was telling him about growing up in London while alternating between tracing one of the scars on his arms with a gentle finger and holding an ice pack to his eye.

"I mean honestly Magnum, what is the point of pretending to play detective all day if you only work one maybe two days a week?" He sees her eyes lose focus for a moment, catching the bruise that has now covered his entire cheekbone and eye socket. "You think that because you live at Mr. Master's estate, because he felt bad for what happened to you, that you don't need to work. Look at everyone else around you, look at everyone here. I work, Kumu works, Rick and TC have real jobs and they were with you."

Thomas lets her little speech finish, feeling like air is being drawn from his lungs with every sentence. His eyebrows are as far up as they can go and his jaw drops. But the one thing that is really making him realize that something is wrong is that she keeps calling him Magnum. In the past five days, she's only ever used his first name when they're alone. And maybe he's thinking into that too much, but she hasn't let into him like this or call him a mooch for months.

Her chest heaves with every breath after feeling physically tired from ranting. The anger is gone from her eyes, now replaced with tears. "We're not doing that today, okay?" He watches her brow knit together. "You can be mad at me tomorrow or any other day, but not right now."

"You don't get to tell me when I can be mad."

He bites the inside of his cheek, because Juliet Higgins has been mad at him plenty of times. But her voice in this moment could not be further than what it usually is. It's soft and shaking and almost strangled as if her throat is tight. "You're right, I don’t get to. But I know right now, whatever's going on, isn't about me."

Thomas takes a chance and reaches out again for her hand. And this time, thankfully, she lets him. "Something's wrong Juliet, and you don't have to talk about it, but I'm here for you." All he can do is watch tears fill her eyes and threaten to spill over. His name falls from her lips in a whimper and in an instant, his arms wrap so tight around her that his body shakes with her sobs.

His hand card through her blonde curls, softly brushing his fingers along the back of her neck. He keeps his other arm firmly around her waist because he doesn't know if she might fall if he lets go. Her tears soak into his shirt, and in a different circumstance he might joke that she owes him a new one. But he would ruin all his good shirts if it meant she wouldn't hurt like this again. Thomas feels her shaking and he knows he needs to get them out of the open before one of the staff sees them or before Kumu brings a tour by.

"Juliet, I'm going to carry you to the guest house okay?" Her hair brushes against his jaw with a nod, and her actually allowing him is what concerns him the most. Thomas slips an arm under her knees, keeping the other around her waist. Juliet settles her head in the crook of his shoulder, closing her eyes while she tries to catch her breath.

The ragged breaths on his neck only make Thomas move more determinedly. He kicks the door shut behind them, knowing that if anyone were to stop by and see it closed, they would knock. With Juliet still in his arms, he sits on the couch and rubs a hand across her back.

"Slow, in through your nose and out through your mouth" Thomas mumbles. He can almost hear the eyeroll Higgins gives, or would give if she weren't a mess right now. And in his best, worst, British accent Thomas remarks "Yes, Magnum, I know how to breathe." And he hears her chuckle against his chest, so he continues "Did you know they actually teach you how to breathe better than the Navy Seals in MI6?"

"That's not how I sound." She quickly hits his shoulder. "You sound Australian."

"Is that not where you're from? Must've gotten my accents mixed up." The hand that is still on her back tells him that her breathing is back to a normal rate. But the graze of her smile against his skin is what really tells him she's going to be okay.

They sit in silence for who knows how long. Thomas has moved, leaning back into the couch with Juliet still against his chest. His lips brush against her forehead every once in a while. Her fingers tangle with his, resting against his stomach between them.

"Thomas, I am terribly sorry for what I said. I- I didn't mean any of what I said."

"It’s okay Higgy, I know."

"No, Thomas it's-" She stutters while she moves to sit up next to him. "You are such a good man. You help people, no matter if they can't pay. And I know that Robin offered you this for nothing, but you wanted to work." Juliet sucks in a breath, letting it stutter out. Her hand cups his jaw as her thumb brushes along the edge of the bruise on his cheek bone. "Today is the anniversary of Richard's death. That's why I was upset." Thomas wraps his fingers around her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm, she hears an 'I'm sorry' mumbled against it. "I just thought my life would be so different."

His hands slowly drop away, one resting on her knee in his lap. This thought has been in the back of his head, eating at him. He knows that it takes a long time to get over someone you were once going to marry.

"You thought you'd be married by now?"

"I thought I'd be a mother by now." Thomas' head snaps up. "Richard and I were going to retire and start a family. I was going to take a desk job, maybe teach courses. Richard was going to teach at a university, he was brilliant."

"He'd have to be in order to keep up with you. Higgins, you'd be a great mom. I have no doubt about that."

His thumb traces a scar on the inside of her knee that he's never seen before. She must've picked up his tone because her hand comes to cover his. "Thomas, I didn't mean that I don't appreciate you, you have to know that. I just thought-"

"I know."

"But I am glad that my life has come to this." Juliet's hand gently grabs his jaw, turning his face to hers. "To you, Thomas." Before Thomas' brain could even catch up, her lips were brushing against his, catching his bottom lip between hers. As he feels her pull away, his hand weaves through her curls and pulls her back to him, doing exactly what he's been fighting. His lips crush against hers, tongue tracing the seam right before he pulls away, leaving them both panting.

Thomas pulls back only enough to get some air. His forehead rests against hers, noses bumping and lips just barely brushing against each other. He watches her eyes flutter open just as he drops a soft kiss to her lips.

"What took you so long Magnum?" His laugh fills the room.

#this one got stupid long #my b #also maybe a lil ooc but its 0230 and ive barely slept all week #oh well #magnum pi #thomas magnum #juliet higgins #higgins x magnum #my fics

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 6 years

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September Song (3/3)

I'm sorry @kitten-wrath that this took so long, but I do hope you like it. @hoodoo12 @xerxezra thanks for brainstorming with me. By the way, @kitten-wrath there's a reference to one of your fics. I'm sure you'll know it immediately, but to those that don't the read her fic here (Link to referenced fic)

I'm really proud of this fic. It references many of my other fics since most of them being to my Fluffy Adventures With Your Boyfriend Doofus Rick series. I would list all the references, but there's too many. Though, I can list a few of the bigger references for context (Sentimental Reasons, As The World Falls Down, The Little Big Things)

Also, special thanks go to @her-victori for reading a majority of my fics in a short span of time. You Rock! As well to random anons who leave me sweet words in my ask box.

If you haven't read the first or second of this fic then here's the link. (Read Part1 Here) (Read Part2 Here)

In this fic the reader tries to be more reserved and mature for Rick, but what will he think?

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Chapter 3: One hasn't got time

Random fish jumped out of the water, a cricket jumped over his foot, and there you two were amidst the music of the night. You sat on the hood of his car, swinging your feet back and forth, wondering what was going on inside of that head of his. You knew Zeta-7 was studying you, with one his hands in his pocket while the other held your heels, half hidden by the darkness. Was he worried you were going to walk barefoot on the gravel, or preoccupied with the state of your naked feet? Might've been the shade of nail polish you had on your toes, or simply he was thinking of a completely unrelated topic; of which you may never know. Nonetheless, you were compelled to apologize again in order to fill up the gap of conversation. “Rick, I really am sorry if I ruined our date. I should've just talked to you about how I was feeling.”

Walking around the car, placing your discarded heels in the back seat, Zeta-7 opened the trunk and searched around until he found what he was looking for. “Y-y-you didn't ruin our date,” he assured, dropping on one knee beside you so he could slip his sandals on your feet. “you saved it. It's - it's one less thing t-to worry about. Boy, I'm glad I-I still had a pair of flip flops in the trunk. They sure came in handy.”

“How long have those been in there.”

“I'd say a-a few months.”

A few months probably meant they'd been in there since that time you two went to the beach. You checked your now sandaled foot, giggling at the dramatic size differences between your foot and the sandal. “Hmm, I guess this means I'm not Cinderella; the slipper doesn't fit. That's a good thing because prince charming is so not my type.”

When he stood back up, he wondered. “Then what is y-your type?”

You'd think he'd by now that you had never been crazy about guys. Sure, in your teen years you had your random crushes on the guys in your art and science class, but nothing specific came to mind as to why they were appealing to you; you had other more activities which kept you happily diverted. And now, taking in the sharp lines of his suit, and eager want of understanding, you felt your heart flutter as it did when he was especially attractive to you. It wasn't so much in his appearance but in the feelings you had when light-hearted, casual sweetness flitted across the lines of romanticism; when smart, witty repartee translated to golden words, soft touches, and knowing. But to Rick, he needed both the conscious and unconscious understanding; the affirmation that you held him in high regard. “That's a good question Ricky. You know it's not goblin kings or fire-breathing dragons who are cursed princes in disguise, neither is it swimsuit models, or rock stars, and never villains. Honestly, I didn't know I had a type until I met someone who challenged the conventional rules.”

With raised brow, he shifted his weight to his other foot, pleasantly intrigued. “Is th-that so?”

Why the smartest man in the universe had to doubt the validity of his place in your heart and skeptical when varying parties voiced conflicting opinions would perhaps be the ongoing mystery, but you dare not hurt him further. “It is. I like people who are comforting, who can cook and garden. Maybe they'll tell me silly stories, and make me tea before they say goodnight. Being multilingual never hurt, and if they have a cute stutter, they might as well kill me with cuteness when paired with darling buck teeth. Hmm, reminds me of a certain mountain king I knew once upon a dream. Though the only difference between him and you is that he was very lonely, and as for you, I hope you'll never have to be again.”

You looked up at him, with cheeks flaming after this sort confession, finding that your usual open affections were a mix teasing and simple flirtations, but you looked away from his burning, but altogether odd gaze of his since your heart beated wildly in your chest from it; for a great deal of the time, you two were very casual with one another as you had been when you were just friends. Zeta-7 stepped closer, and put his hand under your chin and lifted your face to look at it keenly. “With you,” he smiled protectingly before he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I-I-I never will be.”

You certainly hoped so. “Rick, I think it's getting late. Should we call it a night?”

“Are y-you tired?”

“Not in the slightest. Why? Feeling like an adventure?”

“Not exactly, but can I take y-you somewhere?”

“Sure. As long as you're there, then I don't mind.”

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You snuggled into his side, trying to steal as much warmth as you could. “Since when did you have a hammock?”

“Since th-this morning. Do you like it?”

“I love it. Especially since it gives me an excuse to just come over and chill in the backyard. Maybe do a little bird watching, flirt with the gardener. You know.”

“Gosh, y-you can come over whenever you want. Mi casa es s-su casa. Remember?”

His home was your home? Well, you always felt it was in a way. As ever there was a feeling of unchangingness about the night sky, and with you two returning to the general lazy routine that was as delightful as it was elusive, you wondered how you were going to convince yourself to leave the comfort of his arms. You were happy that he chose to allow tonight's events go, and focus on the good parts, but while things changed at a steady pace, there were moments like this and in between, like at the ice cream shop which made you conscious of his want of family; of intimacy; of closeness to chase away all the lonely shadows which were always around the corner. You owed him a great deal, and honestly, you were in want of those things too. “I'm happy that you say that Rick,” you answered matter of factly. “because I can't wait for the day when it really is. Well, whenever you're home is ready to receive me.”

The hand which had been absentmindedly rubbing your arm stopped. And again, you heard him sniffle as was typical when he was emotional, and his heart was beating a little fast. You sincerely hoped you wouldn't hurt him with all this excitement. And when he calmed a little, he turned his body to face you, smiling softly at this possibility. “I-I-I look forward to that day too.”

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Pots and pans are moved around, and he began to make his special brew. Unlike the mediocre ingredients which you had in your home, Zeta-7 had some of the freshest, and most potent herbs and spices which could be found in this part of the world. If you hadn't known better you'd say they were brought straight from India, and then to your surprise, he proceeded to tell you that they were, and how he regularly visits when he can. With delight, he tells of the exotic culture, of its people, the food, and the points of interest that would never be found in travel pamphlets; painting scenes and landscapes.

Like always he knew how to match your mood to a flavor, and give you just what you needed. From the cabinets, and from the pantry he retrieved what he needed, and lined them up on the counter. Whole cloves, green cardamom pods, cinnamon sticks, which he breaks into pieces, freshly chopped ginger, ground nutmeg, white peppercorns, star anise, and loose black tea. Soon, the air was full of spices, and the Masala Tea was near completion; it was your favorite and made you think of many other similar times when you two sat together over tea to discuss many a topic which was suitable to talk about in the evening. With care, Rick poured his concoction into your new mug, and he poured his into a Shoney's mug and lightened both with milk, and sweetened them with honey. With the spoon he used to stir, he tasted it to be sure, then held it out to you. “I hope it's t-to your liking.”

“You know it always is, for you know what I like.” The first sip is heavenly, and you sigh happily as he watches you in amusement. “Rick, what's so funny?”

He holds your gaze for a moment, before he chuckles. “It's a-a secret.”

You stuck out your tongue, but he doesn't relent and goes on to drinking his tea. Zeta-7 can be a tease when he wanted to be, but he isn't so unkind as to not apologize. “I'm sorry, I-I-I don't mean to offend you or anything, but I'd love to make it up to you if you'd let me. I um - I got something for you.”

Pulling several small boxes from his inner suit pockets, which were definitely bigger in the inside, he handed them to you. “When I was on Mars last month, I saw a few things that reminded me of you. Do you want t-t-to know what they are?”

“Rick, you didn't have to do this. You spoil me enough as it is, but I would like to know.”

“Gosh, I wanted t-t-to do it. After all, y-you are my favorite.”

“I better be.” you winked. “Should I open it now?”

“If y-y-you want to. I hope y-you will like them.”

”

Taking a deep breath, you carefully unwrapped the sparkly gift paper and opened the first box which had a precious rose quartz apple brooch that you had only seen on TV. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Almost. Y-you see, on Mars, they manufacture a-a lot of - many similar products which you could find on Earth, except they tend t-to be more technological. This, for example, was originally made t-to act as a decorative cooling device for those really hot Martian days, but I modified it t-to do this.”

Cupping your hands with his, you gasped as it warmed your hands, and an inner calm took over you. He continued. “It'll calm you down any time you feel overwhelmed, and it doubles as a-a hand warmer. All y-you have to do is think good thoughts, and it'll magnify them.”

Unable to see where the hidden technology and mechanisms were, you wondered. “Is it magic?”

“Hohoho, if y-you want it to be. I-I-I know you don't - don't always like how you're meds make y-you feel and I wanted you to be able to be comfortable. And it'll come in handy when winter comes a-around.”

Trying it for yourself, it made you wonder as it soothed you if he had used properties from those empathic plants that existed on the planet with the ioculus and giant flowers. Who knows, but it felt wonderful, like a balm for your soul. Opening the next box, there was a hair clip in the shape of a puppy dragon. “Oh my goodness,” you gasped. “this is just too precious. Rick, what did you…how did you... ”

“I-I know how much you love them. It's not like th-the real thing, but it's c-cute isn't it?”

You didn't hesitate to clip it on your hair, feeling your smile growing. “Its freaking adorable. Sweet, sweet cookie man, please tell me they make other jewelry with similar designs.”

“Hohoho, they do but th-they sort of double as weapons. The hair clip can only summon them when th-they are within range of-of course.”

“What if I wanted to be queen of the puppy dragons? You never know, maybe I'm a dangerous woman. I can be ferociously adorable. When I want to be.”

Zeta-7 seemed to be considering this idea, and you had to poke him to make him realize you had simply been joking; mostly joking. The last box which laid on your lap was a bit heavier, and there were several layers of holographic tissue paper you had to peel away before you finally saw what it was. You felt tears prick at the back of your eyes sight of it; a miniature glass terrarium necklace, with a shrunken sunflower that had an iridescent shimmer on its petals.“You couldn't have bought this. Did you make it?”

“I-I did for the most part. That's a hybrid sunflower that can only be found on the Citadel, and I used metals that can rival gold and silver in its durability. It's - I-I-I could go into the mechanics of it, but I-I think that would ruin the surprise. M-mi corazón, if-if you look inside you'll see what I-I see when I think of you.”

Staring at it intently, it took a retina scan to verify the user, and then you saw clips of his memories of you. You saw yourself from his perspective, dancing around him while wearing your hello kitty pajamas; of you all sniffly and sick on the couch; that time you had flour on your cheeks after your failure in baking; of you blowing kisses; of you fast asleep amongst all the plants of his conservatory; of your joy as you pointed to things from the ferris wheel; of your hands as you touched up his makeup on his arms; of painting; of your tears and surprise; of huddling for warmth; of feeding his turtles; of you standing in the rain, drenched from head to toe; of you handing him clover; of your right above him, tickling and kissing him in the grass; of your Rick cosplay; of you standing in the half light of the moon; as a princess, confused as to who was who as you stepped into the ballroom; of hundreds of butterflies shielding you; trying to hide a shameless amount of candy; of you commanding plants to your will; of you sitting on the ground with a scraped knee and mess of Doritos and very surprisingly of you as a child handing him a rose from your father's garden before it all faded away. “I can't believe this.” you gasped, looking away in favor of Rick. “You've met me before?”

Scratching the back of his neck, he confessed sadly. “Yeah.”

“So when you said it wasn't the first time you waited for me, then what? You really did meet me as a child? In this dimension?”

“It's a-a long story. You probably wouldn't even remember.”

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“For very similar reasons as t-to why I had to wait in your dream. It's - I've known a-about you even before y-you were born, but that's - that's a-a different story for another day. As I said, it's a-a-a really long story, but I promise t-t-to tell you everything.”

He saw you grow up in real life and in a dream, he must have known about you for years. And yet, he waited. Why? That brought up so many other questions, but for now, you only considered him with a softer, deeper affection. “You're full of surprises aren't you? Always one step ahead of me. I'd say that's not fair, but I don't have a right to. You always have a good reason. You….you really do know me, don't you?”

Feeling warm lips on your temple, he chuckled. “N-n-not everything, but I like t-to try. I doubt anyone could know everything, but I- I like you. I-I-I know you could do better, but I just want you.”

“To think that all I wanted was for you to like me more.”

“Hohoho, I doubt I-I could like you less. Y-you're everything to me.”

Leaning down towards you, he captured your mouth in a firm kiss, and you tugged on his tie to bring him closer. He tasted like cardamom and promises, was everything and you couldn't think of a better way to end your date, but then to you disappointment, you heard the familiar sound of a portal and a couple of guard Ricks stepped through; their dimension numbers worn prominently on thier chests. “Yo ding dong, breaks over. They need you back in the lab pronto!” And when they fully stepped into the kitchen, they joked amongst themselves about how such a good for nothing Rick be capable of knowing what to do with a woman, let alone be so well acquainted with one.

Zeta-7 visibly winced at their laughter since they had come at an inopportune time, but for your sake tried to remain strong. “I-I-I guess our date really is over.”

“It was nice while it lasted.”

“Come on Doofus,” yelled the head guard. “we don't have all day. You can play with her later.”

“I'm - I'm sorry about this,” he whispered. “I sh-should have told you that there was a-a chance of being called into work.”

“Don't worry, I'm sure they need you for something really important. You know I'll be here when you come back. Don't you? I'll be fine, really I will be. Be careful Ricky. I love you.”

Pulling you into a tight hug, he was hesitant to let you go, but at the urging of his superior, he let go with a frustrated sigh, removed his suit jacket, and grabbed his lab coat and followed after them. Once gone, you cleaned up, and wiped down the counters and table. Seeing his jacket, and not wanting it to wrinkle, you picked it up and hung it in the hallway closet. Though, once it was hung, you noticed a slight bulge in one of the inner pockets. You had a feeling, though thinking it could possibly be otherwise, you reached down, and pulled out a box; a single glance to confirmed it. Zeta-7 had intended to make an honest woman out of you.

With shaky hands, you slipped it over your ring finger, and felt hot tears run down your cheeks; you had possibly ruined his opportunity to propose. When you felt that you had worn it for an inappropriate amount of time, you pulled it off and placed it back in the box; it wasn't yours yet. You two only wanted to make each other happy, but there would always be obstacles and peculiar incidents along the way. And this….you certainly hope he wouldn't change his mind and try again; whenever that time would be.

Fin

#doofus rick #doofus rick x reader #rick sanchez x reader #j19z7 #rick j19z7 #rnm fanfic #my writing #my works #i'm proud of this

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Human Resources, pt2

Word Count: Tags: (strikethroughs were unable to be tagged) @supermoonpanda @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @feelmyroarrrr @anyakinamidala @dirajunara @anotherotter @little-study-bug @rampant-salamander @goodnightwife @samaxraph99 @anotherotter @outside-the-government @kingarthurscat @coyote-in-space Summary: Inspired by the nightmare that working HR for SHIELD would be. Anna Ellis is an HR specialist for SHIELD, and after the Battle of New York, is expected to pass basic field competency. Thankfully she has Coulson to help her out.

I stared at the wall of runners blankly. What the hell did it mean? There were so many shoes. Surely it wasn’t just colour that made them different. There had to be something more significant that made them vary so greatly in price.

“Can I help you find something?” A very perky, very young, very fit woman approached me.

“My employer has deemed it necessary that I learn to run. I suspect I need more suitable footwear than what I currently have on,” I smiled. She looked at my feet and started laughing.

“Yeah, it’s not easy running in heels. Those are pretty awesome shoes though.” She grabbed one of those foot-sizing thingies and directed me to a bench. “We’ll measure your foot first. Running shoes fit differently than heels do.”

I felt a little like Cinderella, if Cinderella were being tortured by the handsome prince. Carrie, as I learned the sales assistant’s name was, disappeared into the back of the store and returned with a large stack of boxes. She handed me a pair of socks and a pink running shoe that I immediately rejected. It took longer than I thought, but Carrie had me fixed up with a comfortable pair of runners and some special socks eventually. The shoes were ridiculously bright blue. I’d fallen in love with them the moment I saw them because the colour was so obscene, and would contrast so beautifully with the dour black and silver of all things SHIELD related.

I continued shopping, procuring the last few items on the packing list Jack had so thoughtfully included, complete with the condescending note on the bottom (SHIELD does not provide mole skin for delicate feet, body glide for chafing, or running shorts) that I knew he’d added just for me. As I was leaving the mall, my eye was drawn to a killer dress in the window of one of the shops. It was black, as all great dresses are, but had some red detailing on the crossover bodice. It had a secret agent vibe to it that appealed to me on both a ridiculous and sexy level. I had to try it on.

It was amazing. I looked like I’d walked out of a Bond movie. It hugged all my great curves, and ignored all the ones I wasn’t terribly fond of. Content that my entire day hadn’t been wasted on Jack’s shopping list, I paid for the dress and headed home to pack. If I was going to spend Monday on a quinjet to the Operations training facility, I was going to have a blowout weekend that required me only to shower and get dressed on Monday morning.

“Erin, that cute blond is ordering us another round.” It was more of a stage whisper at this point. I already was past my sensible stage of drinking. The little black dress had done the trick though. Between Erin and I, we had yet to pay for a drink all night.

“Rick. The dark haired guy is Matt. You suck at names, Anna.” Erin pulled the olive out of her martini and ate it.

“Sure, Pretty and Prettier. Wait. Which one is which? They’re both fine,” I smirked. Erin shook her head.

“This might be easier. Matt is, I am sure, NSA. Rick is giving off a CIA vibe though,” she offered. I nodded.

“I think you might be onto something. And who says we don’t have field competencies? Bah!” I snorted.

Erin had chosen the bar. It was a well-known hangout for members of the various government agencies, but that also meant that all flirting was calculated at discovering for whom you worked, and what your job was, in case you could be turned asset. While SHIELD may not have required me to run at all during my training, they had ensured I knew how to keep classified and confidential information away from the prying eyes of the public and any other agency. It was a requirement of the HR office personnel, as we had level 10 clearance. We needed to know everything about everyone in order to ensure payroll was being made, and benefits were being received, among other things. So no matter how tempting blond-haired, blue-eyed, well-built CIA boys were, I’d had worse temptations and never spoken. Quite frankly, the other government agencies could probably have used some training from SHIELD on interrogation. Because Rick was not the least bit subtle.

“Anna, what was it you said you did?” The blond handed me another gin and tonic.

“I didn’t,” I laughed. Erin reached across me for her drink.

“She’s the acting HR manager for our company, Rick,” she admitted. “We live lives of boring paperwork. Can you blame us for cutting loose on the weekends?”

Rick smiled and slid his arm around my shoulders.

“I’m sure you said which division you worked for,” he prompted. I smiled blandly.

“Well then, shame on you for drinking so much you don’t recall,” I teased. He nodded in defeat and pulled me out on the dance floor. He had a strength in his bearing that was incredibly appealing, and the way his hand spread across my back was confident and reassuring. He wasn’t much taller than I was in my heels, maybe six feet, but it was enough that I knew I would just come to his shoulder out of my shoes, and that made me feel secure. Combined with the alcohol, it was a dangerous combination. He was deadly sexy, I was drunk and had some lady-rage about work going on, and he was holding me just a little too close. I was, in all likelihood, going to make a bad decision later on, but I just couldn’t see myself really caring.

“How about this, Anna, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” He tried to coerce me into telling him my agency affiliation again. I leaned in a closely as I could and brought my mouth right beside his ear.

“Or you know, we could pretend we’re both school teachers, and that come Monday morning, none of this will matter,” I whispered the words carefully, making sure my lips brushed against his earlobe. I felt his hand tense on my back and then relax again.

“I’m not really the school teacher type. Can I be a computer guy instead?” His voice was soft in my ear. I couldn’t help it. I laughed. One of those full body, head tilted back laughs.

“If you can actually come up with the proper name of the job, honey, you can be anything you want,” I grinned. Rick-the-CIA-agent had the humility to blush, making him even more attractive.

“What I really want is to be alone. With you. Right now. Work and intel and assets be damned.” He looked down at me with this smoldering, sexy look that was right off the cover of a trashy romance novel. And even though I knew he was full of shit, my mood about work made me want to do something rash and impulsive. I pulled his face down to mine for a rough kiss. His hand tightened across my back, and the free hand reached my collarbone, dragging his thumb hard across it. He pulled back and dragged me off the dance floor. I grabbed my purse as we made our way past the table and waved at Erin.

I woke up to sun streaming across my face and a terrible case of cottonmouth. I tried to roll over, but found myself pinned under the weight of a very large, very unconscious arm and leg. I turned my head toward the body and tried not to cringe. Right. Rick. He was gorgeous even asleep. I slid carefully out from under his leg, and managed to slowly ease his arm off of my chest. Pulling the bed sheet around me, I followed the scattered path of my clothes to the door of the bedroom and slipped into the bathroom to change. I pulled on my bra and dress, and peered out into the bedroom again, trying to see my underwear. Rather than go digging around in Rick’s bed, and risk waking him, I slipped out into the hall, collected my purse and shoes, and headed out the door for my walk of shame. He hadn’t stirred the whole time.

Rick’s place was actually surprisingly close to mine, so I took advantage of the beautiful morning and walked home, barefoot, my heels dangling from my fingertips. I stopped at a coffee shop for an enormous coffee before continuing down the block to my apartment.

My phone rang as I was unlocking the door. It was Erin.

“Hey lovergirl. How was blondie?” She sounded very alert and perky.

“Exceptional,” I admitted with a contented smile I knew she couldn’t see. She squealed and I dropped the phone. I stepped into my dark apartment and closed the door before picking up the phone and making my way down to my bedroom.

“You sound tired,” she commented.

“I did say exceptional, did I not? I barely got any sleep. Apparently the CIA trains agents to sex the truth out of you,” I snarked. I put the coffee cup on my bedside table and flopped across my bed.

“Good thing you had all that training so you can endure such torture,” Erin’s tone was wry. I laughed.

“Repeated and multiple episodes of torture,” I admitted. She laughed again.

“Well, I’m glad you got to work out your lady-rage. Matt was a dud. He actually invited me to his rugby game this morning.” I could practically see her rolling her eyes. “Rugby. Seriously. Do I look like the kind of girl who wants to watch a Sunday morning Rugby match?”

“Aw, Erin, maybe he wanted more than a one-nighter.”

“Well he got a no-nighter out of it. Ugh. Rugby,” she snorted. I shook my head and closed my eyes.

“I need to get some sleep. Pizza tonight?” I asked.

“Sure. I’ll be over around six.” The line clicked off, and before I could even plug my phone in to charge, I was asleep.

It felt like it was only a few minutes later when I hear Erin banging on the door. I let her in, and took the pizza box from her. We curled up on the couch and flipped the TV on and completely devoured the pizza. I’m not sure what her reason was, but I was starving and hadn’t eaten all day. Before she left, she handed me a small plastic bag.

“The chick at the sports shop I bought my shoes at said I would need one of these, and you never mentioned it, so I got you one too,” she said. It was a glittery elastic hairband.

“What is it for?” I asked, puzzled.

“Your hair, dumbass.” She shook her head.

“No, why would I need this for running?” I clarified.

“Hold your hair off your face, and catching sweat, according to the saleschicky. I just liked the sparkles. It’s like a little fuck you to all the SHIELD black. Go be a star and break in the trainers. I’m going to need all the help I can get, so you have the pave the way.” Erin gave me a quick hug and departed.

I had never been on a Quinjet before, and was surprised at how roomy it appeared to be. I signed in on the manifest and strapped myself in, plugging in my earbuds and turning on my favourite playlist. I was still not feeling back to myself after the epic amount of alcohol I’d ingested on Saturday night, and was determined to sleep the flight away. I barely noticed when we lifted off the ground, and was out before we reached cruising altitude.

Someone shook my shoulder when we landed to wake me, and I gathered my carryall from the mesh compartment beneath my seat and mustered off the aircraft. There was a queue of people waiting in front of Agent Jackson. I stepped into line and waited my turned.

“Anna, here’s your packet. Your keycard for your room is in there. You are in D building on the Quad. Go get settled, find the cafeteria and be out to the track ready to run at 1300,” he dismissed me. I sighed and headed in the general direction he’d pointed me.

The room was small, but more than adequate. I didn’t like the idea of the shared washrooms and showers at the end of the hall, but everyone I’d seen on my floor was female, so I wasn’t going to let it bother me. After unpacking my carryall, I checked the campus map from my packet and headed to the cafeteria. Despite desperately wanting the famous-throughout-SHIELD ‘Academy Everything Burger’, I opted for a chicken salad. With running scheduled right after lunch, I didn’t want anything heavy in my stomach.

“Anna, right? From HR? I’m Kate. I work in payroll.” A petite blonde woman sat down across from me. She had also, wisely, ordered a salad.

“Right, I’ve seen you around. Are you excited for all this?” I asked, unsuccessfully hiding a smirk.

“About as excited as you are, I’m sure. Was it you that got into the screaming match with Fury? I heard someone in HR had quite the conversation with him.” Kate’s smile was knowing.

“No, that was my officemate. She wanted to remind him it wasn’t in her contract. It didn’t go over well,” I laughed. We ate lunch together companionably, and got to know each other as well as we could before we had to get ready for the run. We met back at the door to the dorms and walked to the track together. The rest of our cohort was already seated on the track benches, like a bunch of keeners. I checked my watch. We had five minutes before we needed to be there. They were really eager. Kate and I exchanged a look and slipped into the back of the benches that had been set out. Who I assumed was the instructor was down the field a ways, talking to Agent Jackson. They appeared to be going over a class roster. The instructor turned and headed back toward us.

“How far do you suppose we’ll be running today?” Kate asked me, a nervous edge to her voice.

“My guess is about five kilometers,” I responded, bending my head and whispering back.

“Oh god. I don’t know if I can run that far. Aren’t kilometers longer than miles?” She whispered. I shook my head.

“No, a mile is 1600 metres, and a kilometer is 1000,” I answered.

“Still seems awful far,” she was dubious.

“Ladies in the back! If you wouldn’t mind paying attention?” The instructor’s voice rung over the assembled bodies. I cringed, and looked up, blushing. It was like being in high school again being singled out by the teacher. I looked at the instructor and felt the colour flood back out of my face.

“So you must be Anna Ellis, then?” It was Rick. Rick-from-the-bar. Rick-the-exceptional-lover. How I could have not pegged him as SHIELD, I would never know.

#avengers fanfic #avengers fanfic with OFC #Phil Coulson x OFC

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June 25, 2017 - Merak: Joy to the World

Merak: (n.) a Serbian word that "refers to a feeling of bliss, and sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment."

Life at VMH-Kenchanahalli is quiet. It's quiet enough to hear yourself think all day and be comfortable with this small parcel of land where so much goes on. A lot of my updates so far have been about larger experiences and big moments that have given me enough material to write literal essays on. But most of the best things here have been the small, the simple, and the quiet.

These are the moments that have made up the majority of my last three weeks in India and I cherish them just as much as all of the other larger, more spectacular memories. So many of these moments are fleeting, devoid of a moral or a punchline or a story, but they weave together the fabric of warm community and bonding that I've been lucky to be apart of while I'm here. In a collection of same little drabbles that have given me the feeling of merak, as a reminder of all the great and good things that come in little packages.

********************************************************************************** On our very first day at the SVYM VIIS campus, we were greeted by several staff with baskets of jasmine flower garlands and little bowls of red powder that they dotted on our foreheads to welcome us to India. I spent almost the entirety of the first day trying (and failing) to not accidentally sweat or wipe off the tilaka on my forehead. I spent the entire day with my garland on, just to envelope myself in the sweet scent for as long as I could.

I adore the smell of jasmine flowers. The clear, sweet aroma hangs heavy in the air, and remains crisp all day. Vendors - young, old, women, and children - sell garlands on garlands of flowers in a rainbow of colors: ivory white, sunburst orange, bright yellow, vibrant red, and pristine pink. Everywhere I go here, I see women and girls with flowers in their hair, pinned behind the ear or with garlands curled around thick, elegant braids. Every morning, staff at VMH-Kenchanahalli pick fresh wildflowers to place around the statue bust of Swami Viviekananda. I have stood under trees with a dazzling display of paper-thin magenta-purple cocoons around tiny white flowers.

Here, in India, everything is in bloom, from bushes of hibiscus flowers, with their trumpeting petals and rich colors, to frangipani flowers that have swirls of buttercup yellow and white petals. Here in the countryside, everything is green and lush and I can only imagine what this vast and beautiful looked like centuries ago before civilization. When we drive home in the evening, the dipping sun throws a sheen of gold all across the land and I see a glimpse of what heaven must look like.

* If there was one place that could convince me to never jay-walk again, it would be a busy street in India and I've been told that Mysore is not nearly as bad as other major Indian cities. Try dodging rickshaws, tour-buses, cars, motorcycles, AND goats. And all of them are moving at their own pace and pattern, forming a dynamic Gordian Knot of human (and goat) activity.

* I wish there were words to describe how happy I get when I see them serving puris for a meal. Burning hot from the stove, these delicious pockets of deep-fried dough have become a favorite. I can smell the heavenly sent of ghee (clarified butter) and flour and hearing the soft hiss as it deflates on the plate in front of me. I burn my fingers every single time when I get too impatient to wait for it to cool down but it's worth it.

Also noteworthy: the parathas here, which are even better than the frozen scallion ones that I used to rejoice about when my dad made them for breakfast.

* My phone alarm went off once at 3:40AM and once again at 3:45AM on June 21, telling me that it was time to get out of bed in preparation for our International Yoga Day World Record Attempt in Mysore. An enormous bus, already packed with students from the Hosahalli Vivekanand Tribal Center of Learning, about 40 minutes down the road, hurtled down the rural road, its headlights piercing the darkness of the early morning. I fell asleep as soon as I got onto the bus, waking only to catch glimpses of the landscape as we chased the sunrise on the horizon.

It was a massive effort and the entire Mysore Race Track was swarming with color coordinated groups of uniformed school children including a particularly sharply dressed class in maroon and gold. The Hosahalli girls held hands in groups of three, running barefoot along the side of the street, a skill which I still haven't learned to master because I'm still too afraid of tripping over rocks or stepping on animal feces.

The entire center of the Race Track had been partitioned into more than forty sections, each consisting of over one thousand people. In the distance as far as I could see, rows upon rows of yoga mats were being laid out by participants. All of us had been instructed to wear light colored clothing so that we would contrast against our yoga mats in the aerial photo that Guinness World Records would be taking and using as their official counting metric.

Halfway through our yoga practice, official passed out official Guinness World Record ATTEMPT certificates which now just reminds me of what could have been because while Mysore clocked in at a whopping 54,101 people, we later found out that we had been beaten for the world record by a city in Gujarat by what was first reported as 300,000 people but later recorded as about 54,500 people which makes me even sadder because WE WERE SHORT ABOUT 400 PEOPLE.

Will be rooting for Mysore next year to beat Ahmedabad. Viva Mysore, Yoga Capital of the World.

I fed a happy cow who then slobbered all over my friend's hand. We kept feeding it anyways.

One late night, I asked Raju, our main point of contact for rickshaw drivers, where his favorite place in Mysore was. He turned around (while speeding through traffic, mind you) and said, "Everywhere."

I have also asked Raju what his responsibility would be if he accidentally hit a cow with his rickshaw and I don't remember the entire process but it seems pretty serious. Pro tip: don't hit the cows here.

* The same Raju also took a selfie with us from behind the wheel, while weaving through traffic. I need his driving skills.

There are several young children who live at VMH-Kenchanahalli campus because their parents work here. Anu is the world's cutest three year old and she's already running around with seven-year old Yogesh. They have always been peeking in through our office door and squealing "Hi!!" at us before running away, but yesterday, we went outside to play with the kids. This eventually devolved into a game of "Illa! Howdu!" (literally, no! yes!) which had no real rules but I snapped a quick picture of it. It was a convoluted version of slapping hands and it eventually turned into us doing the wave in a circle around them. We sat on the stone floor, grabbing at each others hands while Anu laughed with delight. Quite honestly the cutest child I've ever met and when she giggles, she rolls the sound in the back of her throat. And it sounds like pure joy and sunshine.

* At a women's empowerment organization that served as a sheltered for survivors of domestic abuse, assault, or disputes, we met with a dozen of the residents and dozens upon dozens of the children. Many women are pressured into marriage here and unfortunately, many face abuse and violence at the hands of their husbands and silence from their families. With one of the organizations serving as translator, we slowly communicated about women's issues in India and the US. Through difficult stories and rough memories, we were able to spark the tiniest of connections. When someone asked the women what they wanted to see next in the future, one of the women, cradling her sleeping daughter in her arms, asserted that she will never allow her daughter to face the same fate that she had.

The children at the women's empowerment organization had prepared us a song. Then they asked us to sing an English one. We chose 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' and started as twenty voices. Over 60 other little voices soon joined us in a deafening roar.

The stars in the night sky above VMH-Kenchanahalli are so clear, I can see them twinkling here too.

And one of my favorites -

At VMH-Saragur, while waiting for the bathroom, I met Pooja, one of the academic coordinators who was helping to supervise all of the visiting international students' projects. I told her that I had friends back in the US named Pooja too. She took my hand, smiled at me, and said, "Well, my name is Pooja, and now I'm your friend too."

Matte Siguva (See you soon), Winnie

PS: I'm definitely forgetting some cute moments but just assume that I'll work them in some sappy way in another post in the future.

PPS: I am currently binge-watching Gravity Falls and Brooklyn 99 and impatiently waiting for Season Three of Rick and Morty to PLEASE come out.

PPPS: The food at Kenchanahalli is bomb af and my stomach is a happy lil thing. So happy. We get fresh mangos and bananas here!

PPPPS: Have a wonderful day!

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