#maybe he saw a rick and morty who actually love each other for the first time

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Hey there! Saw requests were open was wondering if I could get some yandere!rick prime headcanons? I know he doesn’t “technically” care about anything but I could see him as the type to be like “I decided you’re mine so you’re mine” kinda thing! thanks for the writing we love and appreciate you for it!

Yandere Rick Prime

Headcanons

How did you know Prime Rick is one of my fave Rick and Morty characters anon 👀

Tw for yandere themes, ig?

 -          You are right to believe that Rick Prime would have no love for another person or living creature, as he sees little to no worth in others and their lives. He especially would hate other Ricks, or anyone related to Ricks.

-          But if you happen to catch his attention somehow, I wish you luck. Now, it would be difficult in the first place to catch his attention in a way that he doesn’t want to test you or want you dead.

-          Maybe you are rare in the multiverse, maybe other versions of you work as a great companion or lover for other Ricks. That would be enough to catch his attention in the beginning at least, so he would find a version of you that fits his palette the most and take them.

-          Prime Rick has most likely taken multiple versions of yourself before he comes across you, but when they stopped serving their purpose or grew boring, he would get rid of them, each in different disgusting and violent ways.

 -          When he stumbled across you in the multiverse though, he became hooked in the way an addict is hooked. Now, he has no romantic love for you, it’s more the love one has for their car or their pet.

-          You are different from other versions of yourself, seeing as you have no Rick or Morty. Actually, you had grown tired of your Ricks shit and told him to shove it after a few too many adventures went south and after your Rick verbally abused you too much.

-          That really had Prime interested, as most versions of you always bent over backwards for Ricks and put up with the treatment. Prime started stalking you after that, researching you and your habits like one would an insect or newly discovered animal.

-          He will go through your things with little care, not caring if you realize he’s stalking you. I mean, what could you really do against him if you ever caught him?

 -          He stays hidden in the beginning more for the fun of it, wanting to see if your dimensions Rick will notice him, or if you will ever figure it out.

-          Prime has a good laugh when you assume its your dimensions Rick that has been going through your things, stealing your clothes, or even taking your toothbrush. In reality its Prime who’s been taking all of it, adding it to an ever growing “pile of research” that in reality is more akin to a shrine.

-          His interest in you bubbles into obsession at some point, not that Prime really minds it one bit. His thoughts are consumed by you, and he has decided by himself that you are his version of (Y/N) whether you like it or not.

-          Prime starts planning on taking you with him, having seen how many Ricks take their version of you on dates or adventures, he wants that too, just to try it out he tells himself. Not because his obsession has grown to the point where he lives and breathes you.

  -          He loves how different you are, he wants to take you apart and find out just why you are so starkly the opposite of other versions of you.

-          He’s convinced you are specifically made for him, and that the reason you grew tired of your own Ricks shit was because he wasn’t good enough, and that since Prime is the true Rickest Rick, you will be perfect together.

-          Prime will lose his shit one day when your dimensions Rick shows up to your place, trying to apologize the way Ricks do. It even looked like your Rick had cut down on his drinking, cleaned himself up and tried to adjust his behavior.

-          Right as Prime is about to go in and kill the Rick, you just scoff at the other man and tell him to go die for all you care and slam the door in his face.

-          Prime is delighted because this just fits the theory in his mind even more, that the only Rick right for you is himself.

 -          One day Prime will simply wander into your life. You’re sitting on the couch in your living room, maybe trying to find a job or similar, when a green portal opens above the couch.

-          At first you think its your dimensions Rick and are ready to unleash hell upon him when he lands on the cushions, but the arm thrown over your shoulder isn’t wearing a lab coat, and looking close this Rick has completely different hair and looks younger.

-          Normally you would have yelled at the random Rick anyways for barging in on you like that, but something about the look in this Ricks eyes and the way his smile just seemed a little too sharp at the edges made something tingle in the back of your mind.

-          The tingle was fight or flight, and where among (Y/N)s you were different, because yours always told you to fight compared to other versions of yourself who always took flight. For once it didn’t just tell you to run, it screamed it so loud you tried to fling yourself off the couch.

-          But Primes arm was iron tight around your shoulder and pulled you right back down, the Rick cackling at your attempted scramble, seeming extremely amused as you tried to hit, scratch, kick and even bite.

 -          You could do nothing but struggle as Prime wrapped both his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, not even reacting as you nail him between the legs in a last attempt to free yourself.

-          When you have tired yourself out completely and finally look up at the Rick, Prime shoots you a smile that would almost be sweet, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had blood splattered all over his face.

-          That’s when you finally notice how he seemed to be slathered in the stuff, trying to flinch back when one of his hands come up to cradle your face in his palm, leaving a wet bloody handprint against your skin.

-          “Come on (Y/N), why are you trying to leave so badly?” he coos as if taunting you. Some part of your brain notices that he isn’t burping or slurring like other Ricks you’ve met, but the survival part of your brain didn’t care much for those facts.

-          “W-what do you want” you growl out, trying your best to glare at the man holding you still in his lap with just one arm. Prime laughs at your expression, the dark look on your face making his heartrate quicken. Never had a version of you looked so murderous, even when he was ripping them apart.

 -          “Well, I’m here to pick you up. As your Rick, we should always be together” Prime said with a large grin, the grip around your waist tightening as he said he was your Rick.

-          The grip on your face grew rougher as Prime pulled your face closer to his own, his eyes boring into yours. There was a light in them that made a deep pit of dread grow in your stomach, your tongue peeking out to pet your suddenly very dry lips and mouth.

-          Primes eyes immediately snapped down to the movement, his pupils dilating somewhat as he saw the pink of your tongue. Prime didn’t love you, not romantically like other Ricks loved their (Y/N), but he wanted you.

-          “I already have a Rick” you finally force out, the dread growing larger at the way his eyes snapped up again, staring at you like he could pick you apart piece by piece with just this attention.

-          Then he started laughing, so hard it made his whole body bounce and making you bounce along with it. Releasing your cheek, he wiped away a tear that had gathered from his laughing before he spoke.

-          “Oh, that guy? Where do you think I was before I came here?” he asked, seeming to take great joy in the way your eyes widened, and your pupils shrank. “Come on, you couldn’t expect me to let that fucker live after touching what’s mine, took care of that little family of his too” he purred, leaning in closer, his tight grip keeping you still even as you tried to struggle.

 -          A flare of anger and anguish spread through your body, even though you hated Rick, you didn’t want him to die, or for the Smith family to die either.

-          Seeing the way your eyes filled with fire made Prime excited, he loved seeing just how different you were, and he loved your reactions.

-          When you opened your mouth to yell at him, Prime surged forwards and grabbed your chin before forcing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. You tried to struggle but the grip on your chin and the grasp he had on your hips kept you from getting away.

-          Prime groans in pleasure when you try and bite his tongue, blood filling your mouths and mixing with the spit and dribbling down your chins. He can’t keep his eyes from rolling back as you bite hard enough to sever his tongue, the piece of flesh going limp in your mouth.

-          When Prime finally pulls back, a string of blood and spit connecting your mouths, you gag and spit out the muscle, retching to try and get the taste and feeling to go away. Tears gather in your eyes as it finally hits you just what Prime had done, and how crazy he was.

 -          Forcing you to look at him once again, you struggle to see through the tears as he sticks out the non-severed part of his tongue, horror washing through you as you see the muscle regrow with ease.

-          Something flares up inside you, this time a deep gut turning fear and need for survival as you try to struggle once again, tears running down your cheeks as you continue to gag on the blood in your mouth and memory of biting off his tongue.

-          Seeming to have grown tired of your struggling for now, you don’t notice Prime injecting you with something until your body goes limp. You can’t even choke out words as Prime wraps his arms around your waist and stands up, lifting you without any issue.

-          As your vision started to darken you could hear the sound of a portal being opened, your thoughts turning to mush as your head finally gave out and you fell against his shoulder.

-          A few tears ran down your cheeks as you fall into unconsciousness, wetting the shoulder of Primes jacket as he carried you through the portal. You had no idea what he was saying, his words blurring together as you fall unconscious, but you were sure whatever he had to say was bad news for you.

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Ship Bias (for Morty)?

Ship bias meme || Accepting !

Canon-wise, I don't ship Morty with anyone, tbh. I do keep the crushes he has in my portrayal, but I don't care for any of them. No it even Jessica or his nameless girlfriend from the Vat of Acid episode.

All the ships I have for Morty have been developed through RP interactions and they all have taken some time to develop, which is something I love, because I'm a sucker for slow burns. And well, some are still on their way to develop, so they aren't actual ships yet.

Morty & Morty with @advnterccs: they are currently my OTP for Morty. I loved the way Rin and I built their relationship from best friends to mutual pining to crushes who have kissed each other but aren't together, to the moment they actually got together x'D Speaking of that, they had their first anniversary last New Year's Eve and damn, that's one of the longest ships I've ever had xD

Morty & Meg with @shctupmeg: they are sort of dating, but not official yet. I find it funny, because Meg had a crush on Morty all along, while he considered her just a dear friend. Tho, the moment she started to look elsewhere, he realised that maybe he did like her back that way x'D They had their ups and downs, but I think their relationship is maturing just right!

Morty & Fish with @imprvdente: Chloé and I had sort of started it with the idea that Morty and Fish would be BFF, but both our dumbasses ended up catching feelings xD This is another funny situation, because it's mutual pinning while they are both convinced that the other doesn't like them back. Will they ever get their shit together? Good question!

Morty & Marsha with @mnstcrsiiistcrs: Marsha sort of categorises as one of Morty's crushes. Cute, smart girl who gives him a smidgen of attention? Ofc he's gonna crush on her. There hasn't been any real ship talk, so for now I'm going to keep it as one-sided crush. Which is pretty much very IC for Morty xD

I don't have a 5th ship, because these four are the relationships I have for my Morty and who have taken a romantic turn, more or less. I guess the last mention could be Morty & Meg & Morty, since I have a polyship with Rin and Allie (which I adore with all my heart).

Tbh, I'd love for Morty to get another boyfriend. With Rin's Morty I wasn't able to delve into it, because we had the whole 'me from another timeline' thing to deal with and because out Mortys kind of saw our Ricks getting together and that gave them the epiphany they needed, but I want my Morty to experience bi panic the moment he realises that oh shit, he likes boys too xD

#[ ooc :: mun scotty on comm ] #mnstcrsiiistcrs #[ about :: Morty ]

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You came into the show with the idea of Loki clashing with the TVA already in place. How exactly does this kind of arrangement work at Marvel? Michael Waldron: There was a creative brief that was 20 pages or so that basically said: “We want to do something about Loki running up against the TVA. Here’s some different avenues that might be cool to explore.” It was really serving it up for writers as a jumping off point for us to put together our pitches. Then I went off and really worked on the idea of Loki being brought in to hunt another Loki, and that becoming the heart of the show, and the Loki/Sylvie relationship. The big thing that I did in my pitch — even as early as pitching it to Kevin [Feige] — I really walked through the six episodes, kind of similar to what they were. I knew I wanted Episode 3, for instance, to be a little bit of a Before Sunrise, with Loki and this character walking across this apocalyptic moon. But Marvel had the initial, probably the most important spark of genius, which was just Loki and the TVA.

Where did the idea of the variant being a female Loki come from? That was one of my ideas, that we then confirmed in the writers room. Yeah, we knew from the get-go that it was going to be Loki falling for another version of himself.

Why was that appealing to you? I love writing any romance; it’s fun. Especially, it hasn’t been done a ton in the MCU. There’s an obviously self-reflective quality to it. And a show that’s quite literally about self-love; it is Loki getting to see parts of himself. At the start of the show, he kind of hates himself. He assesses himself to Mobius as a villain. And then he meets Sylvie, and he sees her as someone on a heroic crusade. He sees the good in her, and is able to see the good in himself.

Mobius suggests that, of course, Loki fell in love with his own variant, because he’s a narcissist. Do you think he’d be capable of falling in love with someone who is not a version of himself? [Laughs] I don’t know if he didn’t fall in love with himself first. Maybe after that, but the first time he falls, maybe this is what it had to be.

What’s the key to telling a time travel story that takes advantage of the concept without confusing the audience? I think it’s doing a lot of work that the audience never sees. It’s really understanding the logic of this thing, building out the TVA as a real organization that actually exists in our minds. Our writers room, we had a TVA handbook, encyclopedia, what they do and why they do it, a glossary of terms. And then you want to only give the audience the absolute bare minimum to understand the story, and to just get swept up in the emotional stakes of everything. If the sci-fi of it all, if the time travel logic of this show did not hold up week to week, then that would have distracted from the emotional journeys of the characters. So I’m glad that even though everyone had to take their medicine a little bit, along with Loki, in episode one, I’m glad it didn’t distract from the story we were telling. And we had the benefit of Loki being the audience’s eyes in. The audience is learning as he is.

There’s a funny scene in Avengers: Endgame where the Avengers start arguing about exactly how time travel works in the MCU. How much did you have to study what other Marvel movies had done with the idea to make sure your rules were consistent? Fortunately, Endgame was the main one, and that’s how they understand it. The TVA is an organization that understands time travel on a deeper level, probably more comprehensively than the Avengers do in Endgame. We wanted to make sure we were staying true to any rules that they laid out, but sort of establishing our own rules. It’s a time travel show. What was I thinking? A movie’s one thing, but a show is hard.

How many Loki variants did you have on the writers room whiteboard at various points? Hundreds. So many different Lokis. There was one Loki, actually maybe it was a version of Mobius that took off his glasses, and he just had really tiny eagle eyes, like he could see everything. There was stuff like that all over the white board. Tom Kauffman, who wrote that fifth episode, he’s an amazing comedy writer, and was on the first three seasons of Rick and Morty. His first draft of that episode was just bananas.

Was there a variant, or a crazy idea in general, that you really loved but couldn’t ultimately do? There was so much different stuff that we wanted to do in the Void. But the truth is, I don’t want to say any of it, because you never know. The ideas that I want to do the most may pop up elsewhere.

Okay, so let’s stick with a variant we did see. Was Alligator Loki actually a Loki, or just an alligator that happened to be wearing a Loki’s crown? A magician can’t reveal his tricks, man. That’s the great debate. Let it rage.

What was Alligator Loki‘s origin story on your side of things? Who pitched him and how was that initially received? That was maybe my very first meeting with the producers at Marvel, Kevin Wright and Stephen Broussard, talking about the show, and me saying, “When we’re doing this, you can encounter lots of different Lokis. You could have an alligator Loki. Why? Cause he’s green.” And us all laughing about how stupid that was. I think I made the point that it’s that energy of what we can do with the show. We can have something like that, but let’s play it straight. Alligator Loki, you get a laugh out of it, but by and large you try and play it straight. That was the fun tonal balance that we tried to strike in the show.

There’s been some conflicting information out there about whether the big bad was originally just going to be He Who Remains, who’s a different comics character altogether from Kang, and whether the casting of Jonathan Majors changed the plan. From your point of view, what happened? The character was always written as a version of Kang, as early as the first draft of the script, we knew in the writers room, relatively early on. He Who Remains, that’s the guy behind the curtain with the TVA, and we saw an opportunity to fuse that mythology with the Immortus mythology. And that was just really compelling. It was a way to elevate, it just felt right for Loki, because Loki was there in the first Avengers, he’s the one who brought the Avengers together, and here is directly related to the exploding of the multiverse, this event that will drive the events of Phase Four. Certainly, when Jonathan came in, it allowed us to step on the gas of just how eccentric and charismatic this character could be. I was inspired in the writing of He Who Remains by Tom Cruise’s character in Magnolia, trying to give it that Frank TJ Mackey energy a little bit. He captures that and then elevates it to something else that’s different and weird.

You just said how important the multiverse is going to be to Phase Four of the MCU. How challenging is it to have to set up this big thing for the larger Marvel endeavor while also serving the needs of the particular story you’re telling on this show? It’s a challenge in the sense that it’s all a relay race, and you’ve got the baton on this thing, and you want to do a great job. The name of the game over at Marvel is with each movie or TV show, make it the best it can possibly be. And they’re really supportive of that, and trust that it will organically fit into the larger blueprint of everything. We were excited about introducing a version of Kang, because yeah, to introduce this new big bad was cool for our show. I was aware, and cautious, of the thing I read in your review, that it might not be the most sound storytelling to introduce a new character at the very end that we’ve never seen before as the big bad of this thing. Obviously, we had the benefit that people know who Kang is, and there’s a meta thing where a portion of the audience knows Jonathan Majors is going to be playing Kang in Phase Four. But the finale was only ever going to work if He Who Remains, in a compelling way, serviced the Loki and Sylvie emotional story. That was the most important job that that character did in the finale: he laid out a very compelling conflict that ultimately drove the two of them apart.

There has also been some confusion as to exactly when you knew that there would be a second season, as opposed to you just making a limited series. Initially, in the writers room, we were not operating as though there would be a second season. And the whole way through was, this should be a story that should stand on its own. I referenced The Leftovers and Mad Men all the time. I think about those seasons, they pushed the overall stories forward, but you can pull any one of those seasons and look at it on its own as an individual story. I wanted that to be the case here, whether we did a second season or not. I think we always felt that we would want to propel Loki forward into the MCU after the conclusion of our season. The only question was, would that be in an appearance in a movie, or would that be in a second season. And it was only over the course of development that the stars aligned to make a second season.

But that end scene, where Mobius no longer recognizes Loki and the TVA is filled with Kang statues, wouldn’t have been a satisfying conclusion to a limited series. That is an ending that only works if there’s going to be a second season. So there is another conclusion to the story that I wrote that exists out there, that I guess is just for me. My own little play, that I perform with my action figures.

What was Sylvie’s original plan, before Loki hijacked her to that dying moon? It was to empty out the TVA. The entire bombing of the Sacred Timeline was to create a diversion. She’s not going to be able to create a multiverse from doing that. Ultimately, the TVA has the manpower to get out and take care of these events, but they’re going to have to scramble a lot of their minutemen teams, and it leaves the Time-Keepers significantly less guarded than they would have been otherwise. That was her plan.

You didn’t come into this as a big comic book nerd. So was there someone on staff who could tell you, “Well, there’s this giant cloud called Alioth that eats time,” or, “Well, one time Thanos had a helicopter,” or maybe someone assigned to you by Marvel? I’m constantly reading the comics but trying to not be so beholden to the and do our own thing. I charged our writers assistant, Ryan Kohler, with, “You’ve got to become the authority on all things TVA, all things Kang, and all that.” So he and my assistant, Sophie Miller, became a support staff who read a ton of these comics and became a wealth of knowledge for the writers to turn to. And then the Marvel producers, obviously are very well versed in the comics. It was Kevin Wright who came in one day and was like somebody throwing down a blueprint in an asteroid movie, going, “Alioth! Look at this!” And we were like, “Ohmigod, this is perfect!” The best thing about working on these comic book shows is that if it’s from the comics, it doesn’t matter how much of a deus ex machina it is, it’s just cool, like, “I can’t believe you pulled that from the comics.” Alioth, that was a big breakthrough that unlocked the last two episodes for us.

That is not a famous comic book that introduces Alioth. It’s an obscure Nineties miniseries, with really ugly art. But you look at it and see what it could be. You say, “If we do this, and it feels like Twister, it’s going to be really cool.”

Was Mobius’ love of jet skis there simply to illustrate his character, or did you have a grander idea in mind? I will come clean: I’m a jet ski guy. I’ve spent a good amount of time on jet skis in my day. I used to tow a jet ski to a lake and ride it in college. So it probably was me. Loki, I was just becoming a steward of that character. Mobius was a character I really felt I got to create from nothing. There’s not really anything to that character in the comics. So bits and pieces of me found their way in. I just think there’s something so poignant — here Mobius is, a guy who is literally fighting to preserve all of time in the multiverse, and yet his interests are maybe the most humble, human, terrestrial, unremarkable thing you can think of. Just a jet ski. And when you’ve got Owen Wilson playing him and it’s just that much better.

Will you be back in some capacity for Season Two? [long pause] Time will tell.

‘Loki’ Head Writer Michael Waldron — and ‘Rick and Morty’ Alum — on MCU, ‘Heels’ and More

#loki tv #loki series #michael waldron #interview

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Most Marvel post-credit scenes hint at the future. Loki opted for a blunter approach: the God of Mischief would return in season 2.

Based on the final turn of events, there was really no other choice: Loki (Tom Hiddleston), having journeyed to the furthest point in spacetime with his variant Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino) to meet the founder of the TVA, a scientist-turned-survivor-of-multiversal-war known as He Who Remains (Jonathan Majors), finds himself zapped into a new reality when his lady self slays the omnipresent being. The mind reels!

Creator Michael Waldron takes delight in the endless possibilities of Loki’s core premise. And as a veteran of Rick and Morty, he knows what anchors a mind-bending show, and what will keep Hiddleston’s character hurtling through his chaotic, rewritten future. Below, Polygon talks to Waldron about landing on the key choices of Loki season 1, what to expect from season 2, and a bit on his next project, the wrestling drama Heels, which is set to premiere on Aug. 15.

Did you know there’d be a second season of Loki from the beginning or was that choice made later in the process?

Michael Waldron: We always knew that it was a possibility. We always knew that we wanted to propel Loki and these characters out into the MCU after this, into further stories. But that didn’t really crystallize as a sure thing until we were in production and everything. And as we were really figuring out the finale.

So you were still cracking the ending as you shot the show?

There was a hiatus due to the pandemic. So things were constantly being retooled because of that. I think, by and large, everything with He Who Remains and the Sylvie-Loki conflict was always there. But that cliffhanger was the sort of thing that suddenly became a really appealing opportunity, a chance for that to lead into a second season.

What element of the series helped you crack the macro story of Loki, and made all the other pieces fall into place? Each episode almost feels like a standalone adventure, similar to Rick and Morty, but what helped it all click?

The first couple of weeks in the writers room was just laying out the individual episodes. It was very important to me that each episode stood on its own, and you could say “This is the Lamentis episode,” “This is the apocalypse moon episode,” “This is the Void episode.” I didn’t want it to just be cut up chapters and have one long continuous story. Obviously, we had to figure out the time travel for things to slot into place. I think a big idea for us was the way you get around the TVA by hiding in apocalypses. That felt like such a big, cool, exciting idea that it drove the action of episode 2, episode 3, and in a way it’s like Alioth is the ultimate apocalypse that He Who Remains is hiding behind. That sci-fi idea cracked a lot open for us. I know that after we had that I went home and I slept a little sounder.

Did adding the multiverse to the Marvel Cinematic Universe feel like blowing something up or expanding it, in terms of narrative possibilities?

In the same way that after the first couple Iron Man movies, and with the first Avengers, suddenly these movies were kind of going to space. Then we had Guardians. I think of the multiverse as another version of that. It’s new ground to cover, and particularly interesting because characters meeting other versions of themselves and other versions of people they know is... cool. That’s just a cool sci-fi concept! But I think with anything, as you expand outward, it only works if the humanity remains. It’s exciting to watch characters dealing with big crazy multiversal conflicts because we can see ourselves in them. I think you just have to hold on to the humanity that makes these stories work in the first place.

Did you go back to the Thor movies for Loki? Was there anything to find in the past of Marvel as you were paving the future?

Absolutely. I mean I watched them many times, contrary to what Twitter might think because I did some bits on there saying that I’ve never seen Avengers and I upset some people [laughs]. I have seen it many times. “Confirmed: Loki writer has seen Avengers and saw it before writing Loki show.”

In fact, I was watching all these movies on a loop in the writers’ room. I gleaned so much because you watch the evolution of the character. Avengers was particularly informative because our story picks up Loki right after that, but I also I found a lot of inspiration in Thor: The Dark World, a maybe sometimes maligned movie that I actually really enjoy. I just think there’s great stuff with Loki being tangentially responsible for the death of his mother, how he reacts to that. That is the start of his journey of that version of Loki’s redemption, so I was inspired by that.

What’s propelling the characters into season 2? Where are you headed in basic terms?

In season 1, you saw a lot of characters reckoning with and questioning their own glorious purpose, and that glorious purpose changing, [characters] realizing that that can change. Everybody except for Sylvie. I think she holds onto hers, which is vengeance, and to the detriment of us all, perhaps. And we’ve got a Loki who, at the top of our show, assessed himself as a villain and, I would argue, at the end of our show, has become a little bit of a hero. There’s nothing more heroic to me than fighting for the right thing and losing. You see that washing over him as he’s there back at the TVA, after Sylvie has knocked back there. And then he gets up because that is what heroes do — they keep going. So I think that you’re gonna see a Loki that looks at himself in a different way certainly that at the top of this.

Do you hope to explore more of Sylvie’s backstory in season 2?

I guess we’ll see. We certainly have our own rich backstory for her, stuff that didn’t get to make it into the show. Elissa Karasik, our episode 2 writer, wrote a lot of amazing backstory for Sylvia and everything. So those ideas exist out there.

And her version of Thor?

Tune in.

How did He Who Remains come about? Did you bring the character to Marvel or was that a character Marvel hoped to introduce?

I was pushing and our team was pushing early on in the writers’ room that it should be a version of Kang up in that Citadel, sort of fusing the mythology of He Who Remains with a little bit of the Immortus mythology. And that was a thing we were excited to do. And it became clear that it actually made sense for our story. The only way we were going to do it was if it made sense, but it was like, who had a better argument for creating the TVA to prevent other versions of themselves from existing then a guy as evil as Kang the Conqueror?

You wrote the upcoming Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness — did Marvel hire you for that after Loki? Does the movie feel like a continuation of the show?

Yeah, that opportunity came as we were getting ready to start production on Loki. It was a pleasure. I got to work with Sam Raimi, a hero of mine. I was in London for five months making that movie at the top of this year. We had a blast. I think that it’s a continuation in as much as ever every Marvel movie is to some extent a chapter in an ongoing story, but these things are meant to stand alone and the most important thing about Doctor Strange too is making the most kick ass Doctor Strange movie we could.

Is Loki a two-part show now or are you invested in telling a longer story with future seasons beyond season 2?

Time will tell, but I do my hope is that season 1 stands on its own. We always wanted to tell a complete story there. And in whatever the next chapter may be will stand on its own as well.

Your next show, Heels, is already on the way. We got a big preview out of Comic-Con this year, but I’m curious about the scope of this story. You’re starting with two brothers running an independent wrestling franchise, but you’ve dropped the name “Vince McMahon” a few times — is this about the building of an empire? Would you liken it to The Godfather or Breaking Bad?

I always thought about it a little bit of a Scorsese-sort-of rise, and we’ll see if there’s a fall. Starting from humble beginnings and trying to build some crazy. Wrestling was certainly not always the empire that it is and that’s what’s interesting, to watch the evolution of a family-run wrestling business from something you do in your small towns and perhaps a national, even global empire. That would be a really compelling arc for a show over the course of several seasons. I’d be excited to explore that.

What’s the most dramatically fulfilling wrestling moment you’ve witnessed? What’s the bar for the wrestling drama of Heels?

It’s gotta be Hulk Hogan turning heel in the WCW. There was an invasion storyline, these guys from WWF, Kevin Nash and Scott Hall, came over and they were the bad guys. It was at a Pay-per-view and and they were beating up on the good guys that you love, and here comes Hulk Hogan in the yellow and red and he’s the hero. “The Hulk’s gonna get ‘em! The good guy’s here!” And then the Hulk just leg drops Randy Savage. That was the original Red Wedding. I just think about the boldness of turning him heel. To a little kid... I wasn’t even like a massive Hulk fan, but he was just such a mythological figure. What a chance that Hulk Hogan took as a performer, as a bankable kind of movie star at that point. That was bold, risky storytelling and it set off two years of amazing storytelling with Hogan just playing a craven, cowardly heel and just being so evil. I really respect the hell out of them for doing that. That was a great storyline.

#michael waldron #interview #loki #s1 #s2

[princesstokyomoon]

everytime i see an anti talk shit about something, it makes me want to VERY loudly start obsessing over the thing, even if its something i REALLY dont care about

like

shipping as a whole, i have little interest in, its pointless to me. but i do love pondering different character dynamics, including some immensely fucked up ones in some cases. doesnt mean i like it, its just somethin i will consider.

and that sorta shit is literally the way that i was taugh AS AN ACTOR to engage with media. you dont have to like or use every single possibility or interpretation for your final peice, but considering a script from as many angles as possible gives you a much firmer understanding of a text, and allows you to make specific decisions about YOUR interpretation.

doing this lead me and one of my classmates to make an extensive background story for our characters - despite the fact it was NEVER relevant to the plot because we had such minor roles - just based on the fact that "our kids" were cousins. we looked at how we had chosen to understand our own characters, looked at what the text said, and eventually came to the conclusion that, while we were not directly related, our now dead exs were. he looked down on me and thought of himself too highly, and i resented him for having money, and not sharing with us, his family. but he didnt view us as his family at all. it was never once relevant. we both had maybe five lines the whole play. but it changed how we chose to interact with each other in the background.

and i LOVE doing that for media! i LOVE picking apart what is actually there, considering all the posibilities, and then deciding what that means for my reading of the source material. and sometimes that conclusion is fucked up. as far as i can see, its canon that rick and morty are in love, regardless of how "problematic" that might be. the last handful of episodes basically confirmed that.

in the first unfortunate events book, olaf CLEARLY intends to rape violet once he marries her, and the netflix version of that made that even clearer. olaf clearly feels attraction to her too, im 90% sure he describes her as pretty multiple times. (its been a while, im a little rusty on the details).

if others choose to not read those situations that way, then thats FINE, they dont HAVE to! thats the JOY of analysing media! you can give a bunch of people the exact same material, and theyll more than likely all come away with a different understanding of it!

AND THAT IS NOT A BAD THING! THATS THE WHOLE DAMN POINT!

so seeing SOOO many people saying constantly "your understanding of a text is wrong and makes you evil" is BAFFLING to me. that im seeing people who say "EW YOU CANT SHIP THAT ITS INCEST" about characters who are literally not related, is BAFFLING to me. if you read it as them being family, sure fine whatever. but its not in the text, so let others ship it.

AND EVEN IF IT WERE INCEST, ITS FUCKIN FICTION?????? ITS NOT REAL?????? if you dont like it, you DO NO THAVE TO ENGAGE WITH IT OR THE PEOPLE WHO DO LIKE IT!!!!!

i just.... im so goddamn tired yall

i dont even know what the point of all this is, i saw a thing that made me laugh/mad and needed to vent so you all have to deal with it

[futurewriter2000]

' There are a lot of things that remind me of you. More than things should make another person nostalgic, literally everything makes me nostalgic for you.

It's odd because I got over you but the bus rides remind me of you. The day you bought me a bus ticket and the way you laid your head on the bus window. Your hair were so greasy and you closed your eyes meanwhile I talked. The scene was like picked out from a movie and I remembered it since then. Every time I ride the bus, I sit on our designated seats and for one person, four seats are too much. It almost makes me feel selfish but I just grew attached to it. I remember you sitting across me or two seats next to me. I remember your ripped jeans, white and black, both pairs that you wore. I remember the bus station you waited on, and the path you walked me home on and your block... and the bus station near my block where we met to go out and the bus station I walked you to... and the bench we sat on... and I just remember so much of you that it still makes my eyes tear up.

I remember the conversations we had about horror movies and anime... and I remember how other conversations we had made right triangle and Pythagoras' theorem a thing for us. I remember conversations about having trust issues and when you had told me about your ex and a random girl, who stole your favorite bandana hoodie. I remember the water that you bought us that morning when we got high on the meadow and my shoes were covered in drawings of your cat you named Snow and the triangles, flowers... I cannot wear the grandma jacket I wore that day. Every time I spray myself with Dolce Gabbana The One parfume, it reminds me of you because I wore it for you. I remember how I couldn't climb the stupid wall because it was too high and we just spent laughing for five solid minutes. I remember you telling me that you loved my energy. That morning you sent me your plushie with wack eyes, your favorite hoodie, your plant... I came home with such a smile on my face- God, I told so many people about that day because it was like a movie. With you it was always like a movie.

I didn't know what was going through your head since then but something did because when I was working morning shifts, standing there completely asleep as I had no time for my coffee, you scared me half to death and laughed. People thought you and me had something... we did, actually. We did have something but nobody knew what, not even us. I don't know why but since that moment you started to push me away and I remember that so clearly for some odd reason.

I could say that it felt like a summer fling but it happened from November till March. Then in April... you just started disappearing and how can somebody just disappear? I beat myself sensless since then. Crying and crying and crying and crying because I lost somebody special but it wasn't just that. I believed that somehow you thought I wasn't good enough to be in your life... or funny enough or that I was just too weird for you- I don't know. I just felt I was losing my mind over you. That you just left without saying anything... not even a goodbye. You just disappeared.

I worked those night shifts without you and I sat at the same table we sat, we met, we talking about pencils, us drinking red-bulls (some days you bought them for us, some days I bought them for us), you trying coconut chips and judging me for it, me getting you pistachios, me making no sense with a story because you just listened and I got lost because nobody listened that much to me... I didn't know where to eat because we spent time everywhere in that place. The stupid heater and you standing there looking at it like you had seen God. The bench where I sat and you stood, smoking. Some days I woke up and even though you weren't there, I smelled it and I took such a deep breath of it because I missed you so much. You making no sense by asking me why I don't smoke. Which is saved in my drawer of our weird conversations about how to fall asleep if you cannot sleep, how some scenes in horror movies are actually funny instead of scary, throwing up while high- which reminds me of the day we went to get burgers for us three and I paid and you looked at me and were like so confused of why. Well, I like to give to my friends and that is who I considered you to be for all those months.

I should have seen the red flags thought. The mood swings you got out of the blue, the tired eyes and the way you snapped at me sometimes, the hot and cold energy, the way you invited us to spend New Years but bailed, the invite to your birthday party and you bailed even though all of us got you a birthday present already... you said only pistachios from me would be fine... I didn't take that at all. Some people told me to get you a ring and I thought that was a bit too weird. It might look like I was proposing to you and you always were curious of what I got you for your birthday. I feel like you still are at some point. I got you matching Rick and Morty bucket hats... and pistachios because you don't eat sweets.

God, there are so many memories that place me back in that time. You telling me to must watch that show... my mask getting stuck to my brand new piercing and you helping me get it off... every time it got stuck to my hair. It got stuck just this week again and I thought of you and a rush of memories came with that but I just brushed it off. They don't affect me like they would... like they did when you left, I was working the same place where I was that day we were by ourselves. You drew on my shoes, every time we went on a break, Maria- I hope you still remember her because I do and she was the sweetest person. The grandma sweater that I adore, now it always hangs in my closet. My parfume- and the duck tape- OH! And my uniform that I drew on that same day. The cereal that sucks by the way. You have a terrible taste in cereal, which reminds me that you promised me a chicken burger and I had never recieved it from you.

And then I quit because I was so lost without you. I quit and I spent a month and a half gathering myself together. And the first night after I quit there, I met a great guy but by the end of the night I still thought of you. That was when I needed to start the whole letting go of you process that was going quite well... up until I thought of you out of the blue when I was blending strawberries and banana. I have no clue how you popped into my head like that but you did at times but this time making a smoothie had no connections to you- so I thought that maybe you were heavily thinking of me. Since then, you had been on my mind all the time. I went back to work and it was weird at first but I was okay. I wasn't crying on the bus back home, that's for one. Which meant that I was a step further than I was before but I still wanted to see you. I still wanted to see just a peek of you that you were alive. Maybe at the bus station, maybe at the path, maybe somewhere in my town but... the only day I didn't take the bus, my co-worker said she saw you. And I was shocked at first and I was mad that the only time I didn't take the bus, I could see you. Then she said you didn't really look well and I got upset because if I hate something more than sea food, it's hearing that somebody I used to care for a lot isn't doing well. I cried that day for you, after a long time but also decided that day that you're not my problem anymore. You're not a burden, you're not something I have to think of all the time... and I was glad I didn't see you that day because if I would, I'd be stuck again. I don't want to be stuck again... ever... because you mean a lot to me but not seeing you made you mean less to me. I know the moment we see each other again, you'll mean a lot to me again but I won't be emotionally attached like I used to be.

I moved on. I got over you. Something I didn't think I would. Back then when I was moving on, I was crying because I was moving on and I didn't want to. I loved memories of us, us in general. I missed your laugh and your smile and your eyes, your hair, your jacket, your jeans... just you but that's all they were becoming. Memories. All the people from my past start coming back to me and when they did, I just put you among them. You're behind. You're the past but a great yet complicated past.

And now there is somebody new in my life and I don't know where this will take us but he's great. He's stable and honest... and great. He sort of talks like you, which reminds me of you but he's not you and I like that about him. He's funny and smart and he likes books. He's got a really nice smile and he's interested in the same things I am. He keeps asking me questions and he listens to my answers. He's sweet and he also made me realise that I should really stop missing out on good things because of you.

You were a good thing in my life... up to a point you weren't anymore.

But now he's a good thing in my life and he makes promises he can keep. I love that about him...'

#this is my coping mechanism #Love #friendship #friends #strangers with memories i guess #stranger #moving on #Heartbreak

[romewritingshop]

Wake up Parker! - Chapter 7: This is the one!

Relationship: Peter Parker x Tall Older Reader (Peter is 22 and Reader is 26/27)

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 1802 (This Chapter)

Summary: Peter Parker is a student in the city of Brooklyn. He’s lazy, spoilt and he procrastinates a lot. He meets a woman named (Y/N), She’s recently moved to Brooklyn for an independent life. Something Peter is fascinated by. Over the course of a few months, Peter needs to realise that he has to grow up and become responsible for his life.

Tagged: @bggerbtch​

WAKE UP PARKER! MASTERLIST

(Y/N) took a glance at the address she noted at the back of a McDonald’s receipt. Sure enough this was the place as she glanced up at the red maple coloured building. It looked pretty and was tall. The street was nice as well as she watched a group of kids play basketball and a couple walking their dog. The sun gave a bright yellow glow to the trees and (Y/N) was liking the place so far.

“So this is where Peter Quill sent you.”

(Y/N) jumped and noticed Peter standing to her left, dressed in a black t-shirt with a Rick and Morty imprint on the front. Rucksack on his back and dark black jeans. How the hell did he sneak up on her like that?

“Oh my god! Peter! What are you doing here?”

“Me? I'm ... stalking you.”

(Y/N) shook her head and shoved Peter.

“Shut up! It’s not funny.”

“I called Quill and he told me you'd be here. So I thought I'd come and help you.”

“Nice. Well it’s good to have a second opinion on things. Shall we?”

Peter and (Y/N) stepped through the dark door and trudged up to the third floor, where Peter Quill mentioned that a ‘Natasha’ had the keys to the empty apartment. (Y/N) looked nice in blue jeans and a grey sweater. Peter grimaced at the dull colours of the corridors. The blue had dark splotches of black and it was messy. It smelt and looked like someone was murdered.

“Maybe we should try someplace else (Y/N). I don’t think this has been cleaned in years.”

“I think it gives character and age to the building. Don’t judge it too harshly. We haven’t even seen the apartment yet.”

They managed to reach the third floor and both of them huffed. (Y/N) felt a little burn and knew she needed to be fit and healthy to go up and down these stairs if this was going to be the place she would live in.

“This building doesn't have a lift! You really want to drag yourself up and down these stairs everytime you go to work!”

“It’ll motivate me to be fit.” They stood in the corridor of the floor, glancing between two doors. Number 10 and 12. “Well there’s number 12. That’s the apartment, we’re meant to see. But I don’t see a 'Natasha' here. I can't climb up and down knocking on every door.”

She noticed Peter smirking smugly. Probably laughing at her dilemma.

“What’s funny? Why don’t you do it?”

“Number 10. Natasha Romanoff lives in apartment 10.”

Peter and (Y/N) turn to the stairs behind them and notice a brown haired girl sitting on the ascending stairs. Dressed in a pink full sleeved shirt and denim skirt, brown boots and pink hairband. She had a bright gleam on her face at the prospects of new people. She jumped up and went over to number 10, knocking on the door.

“You've come to see the apartment, haven't you? Just one minute.”

Peter and (Y/N) smile as the girl knocks a third time around. At that moment the door opens, and it feels like a scene from a movie. A woman with vibrant red hair steps out and the window blows the hair delicately. She’s dressed in a silk black negligee and a long red dressing gown. She was obviously Natasha as Peter’s jaw dropped at the sight of her. (Y/N) stifled a smug grin at Peter’s reaction and the little girl had a bright smile at seeing her best friend. Natasha notices the girl and ties her red gown up.

“Hey Cassie, it's you. What’s the news?”

“Got a couple of chumps that want to see the apartment.”

(Y/N) giggled at Cassie and Peter frowned a little. Peter was no chump. He brought the bag strap a little close to his chest. Natasha turned her glance to Peter and (Y/N), straightening her posture at the sight of Peter. He was cute.

“Intel’s a little off, Agent Lang. They’re no chumps.” Natasha stepped up to the duo and held out her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Natasha. I hear you’ve come to see the apartment.”

Peter raised his hand to shake Natasha's.

"Hi. I'm Peter Parker. It's my friend, (Y/N), who's here to see the apartment."

Natasha turns to (Y/N) and shakes her hand as well.

"Hi."

Natasha sighs at Peter dreamily and saunters into her apartment. She comes across as an ethereal being. She saunters! (Y/N) and Peter watch as she disappears and reappears with keys in her hand. Tossing them towards Peter before standing out in the doorway with Cassie.

"Anyways, I should warn you. The apartment's really dirty. It's been a year since someone's stayed there."

"Yeah! Especially since Mr. Murdock went blind."

(Y/N) and Peter's eyes widened and Natasha lightly slapped Cassie's shoulder.

"Cassie! One of the neighbours, Matt Murdock had an accident recently so he's moved to the ground floor. That's why here's been zero maintenance. But, see for yourself. Any questions, ask Cassie."

"Cassie!" 

Natasha and Cassie's face scrunch up slightly at the voice of a male. (Y/N) and Peter turned to see a brown haired man in dark trousers and black t-shirt trudge down the stairs.

"Cassie, there you are - Oh. Hi."

The man notices (Y/N) and Peter and shakes their hand, introducing himself.

"I'm Scott Lang. Cassie's father. I guess you're here to see number 12."

(Y/N) gives a nod.

 "That I am."

"Nice, I would love to stay and chat but Cassie has homework to do. Come on, Peanut."

Cassie's face dropped as she dragged herself up the stairs. Scott sent a quick greeting to Natasha and followed Cassie up the stairs. Natasha explained about Scott to (Y/N) and Peter.

"Scott lives at number 14, above me. He's nice, most of the time. He recently got laid off his job so he's a little tense. Normally he would have stayed and chatted ages with you. Anyways, go ahead and have a look at the apartment. If you need anything, feel free to knock on my door."

(Y/N) gave a nod and smile and went to the door, to unlock it. The neighbours seemed lovely and (Y/N) was starting to feel like this was the place she wanted to live in. Peter was a little put off by the various characters in the building.

The both of them stepped into the apartment and Natasha was right about it being dirty. There were cobwebs and dirt marks on the walls. It was bare except for the open joint kitchen. There were two doors on the left as (Y/N) stepped into the first door on the left. It was an empty room with a dusty window. It was cosy. The next room was a small bathroom. A bathtub and shower combo which is great for (Y/N). On some days she can take a nice long bath and busy days will be hot showers.

Peter was looking around at the small dirty apartment. How could anyone stand to live here? Morgan’s room was way better than this apartment. This independence thing was starting to sound like a mistake. (Y/N) was liking what she was seeing so far. Loving! She stepped out of the bathroom and saw the open kitchen. Stepping towards it and examining it. The oven looked like it still works and (Y/N) tested the water by the sink. There’s hot and cold water. She stepped to the fire escape window and opened it. Stepping onto the fire escape and enjoying the cool breeze.

(Y/N) could imagine herself stepping out here every morning with her tea. Watching the neighbours walk by and the kids playing together. Her heart has settled for this place. This is where she wants to stay. (Y/N) snapped out of her day dream when Peter started complaining.

“(Y/N)! I don’t think you should stay here. It's like a haunted house here. Let's go. This place is a dump!”

She came away from the fire escape and stood in the middle of the room.

“Peter. You're going to think that I'm crazy.”

Peter watched (Y/N)’s face and immediately his eyes widened. (Y/N) was not serious. The look on Peter’s face said it for (Y/N). She gleamed and was about to strut over to Natasha’s apartment. Peter caught her wrist and pulled her back into the room.

“Are you serious (Y/N)?”

“Absolutely. I actually like this apartment.”

“That's impossible! It's filthy.”

“So we'll clean it.”

“You know, Morgan’s room is bigger than this.”

“Well, good for Morgan. I'm taking this flat.”

Peter kept trying to make excuses on the flat being unacceptable but (Y/N) was having none of it. She has decided. (Y/N) pulls her wrist away from Peter and steps out the door, heading upstairs. Peter follows after her.

“Where are you going? Natsha’s apartment was that way.”

“I want to check out my building's terrace.”

“Your building? You haven’t even seen the other apartments yet!”

“I really don’t care, Pete because this is where I want to live.”

They go up the stairs and reach a small door. Pushing it open and (Y/N) steps out onto the roof. Peter calls out and they both stand in front of each other. Peter is looking up at (Y/N) to ensure he has her full attention.

“(Y/N). Are you really sure you wanna live here? If it's about money, maybe I can help you. I'll ask Mr. Stark for some.”

(Y/N) shook her head and ruffled Peter’s hair.

“Peter, it sounds like a nice offer but I don’t need it. My job will hopefully be enough to help me survive plus I’ve got some savings.”

She turns left and her eye catches the view. Peter keeps going on about the apartment being wrong for her.

“God! You're so stubborn! Listen, I don't think this area's very safe. Why don't I do some research and send you an email? Look, you're not from here, you don't -”

(Y/N) grabbed Peter’s chin and moved his face to what she was seeing. His rant disappeared as his eyes were drawn to the wide view of the sea and Manhattan. It was gorgeous. Just like the view at the Empire Fulton Park. The buildings sparkled against the yellow sun and the sea danced calmly. This was an aesthetic. The both of them walked a little distance away from the edge. Peter knew that (Y/N) had to take this apartment. 

“Pete, do you really want to help me? Help me turn this 'dump ' into a home?”

“Yeah.”

CHAPTER EIGHT: PLANS FOR THE FUTURE?

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter parker tom holland #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic au #marvel au #marvel crossover #mcu #mcu au #indian movie au #indian au #bollywood #bollywood au #wake up sid #wake up sid au

[androgynousblackbox]

Happy birthday to Anarchymorty!

She asked me a little story about a jello baby adopting a papa, so hopefully this will suffice.

Rick 39-3D, or as he have been recently newly codified as, Baker Rick, opened up his little Baker shop ten years ago with not much ilusion except being able to finally do what he actually wanted, after years of just being a science school teacher back on his dimension. Once his own Morty went to college, he have taken his stuff and move to the Citadel to realice his dreams, creating sweet and delicious desserts that soon became the favourites ones on the block. He was lucky, of course, being the very first Rick that made his products with science and androids capable of preparing everything with exact precisión so no piece was ever less than any other, the quality always the best it could be. There were other shops with similar methods, but Ricks were creatures of habit at the end of the day and once they liked a place, they got stuck on it. That garanteed that he had a thriving business for a long while and even could afford getting a bigger placement, with maybe some plans of becoming a franchise if things went even better. That was, until jello babies came to the Citadel. At first they were a curiosity, something so rare that only very few couples would have it, and it was mostly considered just a little fetish for peculiar Ricks and Mortys when not a squicky way to make money when sold as delicacies. But as they became more and more common, the jellos stopped travelling on the heads of their parents and were walking on their own tentacles, resting on their floating craddles or sucking a tentacle inside a stroller that mommy was pushing. The more common they became, the more products and accomodations were implemented. Ricks made themselves rich creating things specifically for them, to make them a offpring that could take on responsabilities in the house like preparing food with just pressing a button. And there were places with food only for babies and the ones who didn’t cattered to them were gaining less and less costumers, not even because everyone was becoming a new father but rather because even the Ricks without jellos wanted to be around the jellos. It reminded them to the baby Beth they didn’t had anymore or allowed them to imagine her if they never had her. Baby jellos were sociable, adorable little things that were happy to recieve love and didn’t had a single bad intention on their bodies, so they were hard to resist. His fault was coming late to trend. By the time he realized that jellos was a defining factor into the success of a business, other places similar to his had adapted already and had established themselves as a place friendly to jellos and their delicate systems. When he did it, he was just another follower among a dozen or more, no matter what new flavors with baby safe ingredients he attempted. There were some few new costumers, and he could survive still, but wasn’t pulling at all the clientele that he had before. There were days where he could stay still behind the counter for hours and nobody would pass through his door. One of those moments, he was just blowing his blue hair out of his eyes when he saw a single eye looking at him through the window. He saw back at it, waiting for something to happen, but the little baby just waved at him and kept staring. Baker Rick was wondering what was so interesting when he took a good sniff off the air and could percieve the androids had just taken out a new batch of baby safe sweet out of the oven, so that is what must have called his attention. “Shouldn’t you be with your mommy, buddy?” asked, opening the door, but the jello just ran between his legs and now pressed his jello face against the vitrines that contained the sweets. Baker couldn’t help to chuckle a little. Alright, someone was hungry. If the mommy had lost sight of the baby then it was better to keep him on the shop, rather than going around and getting even more lost. If he didn’t appeared on a bit he would inform the guards so they could look. “You smelled that, right?” asked and the jello looked up only to furiously nod, a little drooling coming out his mouth. Obviously he wouldn’t have money to pay, but a little generousity couldn’t hurt. “Look, I am not supose to just give free things to about anyone, but I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell, alright?” offered, extending his hand as to shake the little tentacle and the baby screeched happily as Baker took him to put him on the counter. “Okay, for today you can be my little tester. I was trying a new flavor and I didn’t had a lot of feedback, so I will need you to be a impartial judge to decide if I should keep serving it or not”, clarified, putting him a little napkin around the… neck? Body? He wasn’t totally sure when his whole body was a ball, but whatever. Then he brought some of the sweets on a plate and was about to let it there so the baby could eat at his own rythm, but he was opening his mouth and looking at him, as if waiting for something until he finally catch on this was a baby waiting to be fed. Feeling like it had been too long since he was a parent, he took a little fork to cut a little piece and offer it to him. The baby ate it making happy squicky noises. “It’s a cheesecake flavoured one with a touch of blueberry. Is it good?” The judge chewed on the sweet that was designed to be very soft on teethless mouth and swallowed, nodding, to then open his mouth again. Baker searched for another dessert, this time strawberry flavoured with a tropical fruit that had a name difficult to pronounce. This was also good! Despite the hunger, though, or precisely because it was being swayed, the baby wasn’t a fan of every flavor, which added to some of the reasons why he wasn’t getting more people anymore. He took a note of it and asked him which ones he would like to see, putting in front a list of options for his little tentacle to point at. He became so concentrated annotating them all and considering how he could turn them into sweet that he didn’t noticed someone else was staring through the window, until he door was opened up and a big, tall mortaion came inside, followed by other smaller mortaions with a bunch of jellos. “Jessie! Baby, sweetie, you had us so worried!” cooed the big mortaion, grabbing the little jello and squishing him against his chest, kissing him all over. The baby, that apparently was called Jessie, screeched happily and licked the green face of the mortaion. Then he screeched some more, talking about all the delicious things he just had and how there were going to be more, but Matron wasn’t having it. “You scared us so much, young man. If you wanted to visit a store, you should have told us in the first place.” “That was kinda my fault” said Baker, checking that has been full two hours since he opened the door for the baby. Jeez, no wonder they were concerned. “I should have called the police a long time ago, I am sorry. I became distracted and lost my sense of time.” The mortaion buffed, looking at him, then at the plate of sweet and then at the napkin still around Jessie. He clearly didn’t liked that had to spend so much time without knowing where the baby was, but could appreciate that he have been taken care of at least. “We well pay for whatever he had” said and one of the smaller mortaions was about to take out his wallet when Baker made a gesture to put it down. “Oh, no, no, don’t worry about it. I invited him because I needed some help deciding the menu. It was all on the house. In fact…” he putt he remaining sweets, that were already cut anyway, into a paper bag and extended to the mortaion as repayment for all the trouble. “Have these, please. Those were the ones he liked the more. And can share it with the other babies.”

Matron wasn’t so sure about that, but when the other babies started scheeching, wanting to taste something yummy too, there was no way he could deny it and took it on his hand. “Very well. Thank you. Now, if you excuse us, some babies had a long day on the mall and need to take a bath” said, cleaning up microscopical crumbles from Jessie’s mouth and kissing his forehead. Jessie giggled happily and then turned to the Baker, waving his little tentacle at him over the shoulder of the mortaion as the entire group was leaving. “Nice to meet you too, little guy” said Baker. On the net he found out what he already suspected: that just have been Matron, administrator of the orphanage of the Citadel, alongside all his mortaion offpring that worked with him. The screening for getting jello babies was so rigorous and exhaustive that there was virtually no way for anyone to just walk out on a baby or turned out abusive enough to have the babies taken away, so it was fairly safe to asume that all those babies that walked on his store had lost their parents, including little Jessie. But all the information he could find about the Orphanage talked about how all the babies were splendidly taken care of, how Matron was a caring, loving mother to all of them and a tough judge when it came to see what kind of people could become parents under his watch so all the babies could only go to good homes. Knowing those poor innocent babies had lost their families was hard, but at least they had landed on a place where they still had a family even if there was no adoption. On the next few days, he implemented the changes to the menu and soon saw a small wave of new jello clients that were delighted with them, as well as their parents. He wasn’t really expecting Jessie to come back but he did, sometimes on the arms of one of the smaller mortaion or Matron himself to check out on the sweets or suggest new one. Matron just made casual conversation on those visits, concentrating on feeding Jessie and making sure he didn’t ate too much each time, but the smaller mortaions were happy to comment on how Jessie was all excited to come back and would pull at their skirts for it with the biggest puppy eye that made it impossible to refuse. At first his shop was only one stop when they were doing other chores, but soon Jessie was bringing his little backpack with toys and other essentials. The baby intended to stay there longer than that, that was much clear, so there was nothing to do but let his jello self do as he pleased to avoid a tragedy like his tears. Baker didn’t completely understood why the baby wanted to be there, but didn’t cared either. More clients were coming each day with their own jellos, who would sometimes hug and lick Jessie’s face as if they have been friend forever even if it was the first time they met each other. Sometimes someone would tell him about his cute son and he had to clarified that no, he wasn’t the father, he was just the provider for sweet the little rascal constantly bribed to get more of. He said it jokingly, but each time Jessie would grab at his hand with a tentacle to call his attention and then climb on his arms for a embrace that never failed to make the client coo, wanting to get some more from his goods. As far he was concerned, the baby could come back in whenever he wanted. On top of all of that, he was also just cute and it was nice to get on the habit of caring for another small creature, even if this one in particular already had plenty of adults taking care of him. But even then, Jessie would put at his apron to show him a new drawing he had made (all happy pictures of him with the babies of the orphanage and the mortaions and some with him on his baker’s hat), a new doll he got or climbing him in order to become his new hat, grabbing to his face to make himself a place on top of his bald spot. In more of one ocassion Jessie would take his bottle, full of milk or juice, depending on his mood, and look at him, waiting. His fatherly instincts would kick in immediately and take the jelly form on his arms, holding the bottle up so there wouldn’t be any air bubble as Jessie drank to his heart’s contempt and then pat his back gently until a resounding but healthy burp filled his shop for a moment. If there were clients present they would always congratulate Jessie on his strong lungs.

That little routine had settled in for a few weeks when suddenly Matron informed him that they were expecting him on the orphanage for a controlled visit. Before he could even ask what he was talking about, the mortaion continued:

“You didn’t expect it would be enough with Jessie visiting here from time to time. All candidates are expected to visit the orphanage at least for a few months before we can settle on if is the better option or not” said Matron, misunderstanding his confusion.

“Candidate for what?”

Matron blinked, surprised.

“For the adoption, of course. You are aware that Jessie has been treating you as his candidate all this time, right? He has been begging me at home about it for weeks.”

“He did?” said Baker, looking up where Jessie was holding to his head, but obviously he couldn’t actually see anything and he could feel the tentacles tightening their grip as if the baby realized he have been caught.

Matron looked almost flustered. For the way both his children and Jessie acted he had assumed this was a decision that have already been taken.

“My apologies, I was under the impression… “

“No, no, it’s okay” said Baker, putting his hand around the jello body and taking him on his arms. Jessie was covering his own eye as if he could still hide that way. “I… I will go. This Saturday is fine?”

Jessie uncovered his eyes, looking up from him to mommy Matron.

“Are you sure? Once the process starts, I will not accept any slacking. My babies deserve better than that.”

Baker looked down at little Jessie as he hold his head, his weight overall lighter than how Beth was but still so comforting.

“Yeah, I can do that. If Jessie wants to accept me…” he was saying, but he was soon interrupted by a loud screeching and Jessie jumping to his face. His hugs and licks was enough to make him laugh. “Alright, alright, take it easy, little buddy” said, patting his side and kissing the side of his head.

If that little baby had chosen him up already he felt like he didn’t had any other option, and didn’t want it either.

#rick sanchez #rick and morty #my fanfic

[nigelspookerjee]

MED 🚣🏼‍♀️ 👽 🇳🇿 Thoughts:

When a game feels more like a chore than something you’re excited to play, that’s how you know it’s a bad game.

Pacific Run: Walmart version of The Amazing Race

SO many characters and yet almost none of them have personalities. And the girls are stereotypically catty to one another. Why couldn’t we have a game of girls supporting each other? “Good job on winning that stage!” “Thanks, beautiful! Way to go on your kayak time!” This alone would have made a huge difference.

This is probably the best version of George I’ve seen so far imo. Too bad she comes dangerously close to dying within the first ten minutes of the game and then is basically unconscious for the rest.

I remember when this game was first announced and that Sonny Joon would actually be physically present in it, how excited I was. I know a lot of us were disappointed with what we got. But how he looks and talks is pretty much what I pictured in my head that he would be like. I just wish we got to talk to him more and ask him questions about the previous jobs he’s had right before Nancy got them.

ALSO side note: but how cool would it have been if HeR had made mini games with us playing as Sonny as he works his way through his plethora of jobs? Example, SSH: how he interacts with Henrik and co., drawing all of those doodles and hints Nancy finds later on, actually playing him as he fucks with the exhibit games one by one or in DAN - how he deals with Minette and basically talked her into getting an alien tattooed on her face. Just little stuff like that. Being able to play him and be apart of the little tidbits Nancy found along the way. I would have played the fuck out of those games.

Patrick is pretty much the only spot of sunlight in this game. I would talk to him every chance I got so I could get a good laugh.

Bess: “I’m going to die here.” Me @ work.

I think we all agree that the way they made Bess in this game was disrespectful to her character. They basically just made a joke out of her as she stands in the same spot the entire time drooling over Sonny.

And I cannot ship Bess and Sonny together because I’ve been shipping her and Joe Hardy together since the beginning of time.

I spent too much time playing Monster because I really didn’t want to finish this game at all.

*Nancy hops into the mini-sub and “Yellow Submarine” by The Beatles immediately starts blasting through the speakers*

The whole “game show within a game” is throwing me tf off. It gives me anxiety. Should I be trying to do the quests or solve the mystery or what? It’s all happening simultaneously and it makes my head spin.

I used all my lose points cards on Kiri this time because I know in about an hour or so she’s gonna try to end my life so hahah fuck u who’s the real petty bitch here

Oh, so Sonny has taken complete control of the entire game show and my life is definitely in perilous danger? Lemme just skip on over to the Doubtful Sound and yippee-oh-kayak my way the fuck off this island.

Sonny: “Grab a rope and meet me in the caves!” *Conveniently finds a rope placed on nearby table that was not there before* That might have been the easiest task to check off the list in the whole ND universe.

Sonny and His grandfather Jin remind me so much of Rick and Morty. Anyone else??

*Sonny pushes Nancy into death trap raft* Sonny: “Go under the left tunnel!” Nancy: “Just oneeeee second.” *Whips out task list and starts scribbling furiously*: ”Survive...the...death caves...GOT IT!”

THE LAST PUZZLE INFURIATES ME MORE THAN UNTANGLING THE WIRES FROM THE BACK OF THE PICTURE IN SAW and that is saying something, my friends.

Patrick and Bess save the day! Now that is an ending I can get behind.

Nancy: “And most of all, Sonny believes in Jin.” Me too. And I’m gonna need a bottle of it after finishing this game.

“Dear Ned, here are multiple pictures taken of Bess and me dragging and propping George up around New Zealand while she’s zonked out on painkillers! Having so much fun! LOL! Love, Nancy.”

So this is definitely my least favorite game in the entire series, obviously, followed shortly by CRE and then RAN. But CRE gave us Big Island Mike and I would take Jamaican Dwayne Powers over MED any day. I could have just not played this game but I wanted to play the full series before MID came out and maybe I’m a bit of a masochist, who knows 🤷🏼‍♀️

Anyways, LIE is up next and is a huge upgrade in my opinion! 🤗

#nancy drew games #clue crew #med #the shattered medallion #nd playthrough thoughts

[ramheavenandhell]

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 3: Super Morty Fan Morty

AN: As always, it's advised to read chapter 4 of "The Lines between Ricks and Mortys" first. Warnings: surprisingly none for this chapter despite the Morty that it is about (other than that it is kind of lame as far as background stories go)

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 3: Super Morty Fan Morty The first time that Morty met his grandfather, he had been confused by the man. Rick had been so delighted – excited – to finally meet him. Why that was, was something that Morty hadn't understood for a long while. At first, the boy had been a bit weirded out by the scientist since his grandfather treated him as if he was some kind of celebrity. He wore a ski hat that had the form of Morty's head, some badges on his lab coat that looked like his head or had a big red 'M' in front of a yellow background and a t-shirt that also had his face on it. There was also a red dazzler with a big 'M' around his neck, a yellow belt buckle also in the shape of an 'M' and he had a doll that looked like him that spoke weird sentences in a recorded voice that sounded very much like Morty's. Morty truly didn't understand why his grandfather did that or where he even got all of his merchandise. However, after a short time, he stopped caring about that. He actually enjoyed all the attention that he got from the crazy scientist, being the only one that was invited to come along on his adventures. Usually Morty had been below average and aside from the school bullies no one had ever paid him any attention – not even his own family. So, obviously, he was overjoyed to have finally found someone that he considered as a friend, albeit a crazy one that was a hell 'a lot older than he was, but he wasn't one to nitpick about something like that. Things however began to change drastically when his Rick brought him to the Citadel of Ricks for the first time. It was finally at that point that Morty understood where his grandfather had gotten the merchandise but not only that. He was met with the realization that his grandfather wasn't the only Rick there was, but that there were plenty different versions of him throughout the entire multiverse and so many of them were gathered here in this one place. However, this was only something that he took notice of one the side because even more he realized that there were also many different versions of himself. Normally, one would expect that the boy might have felt offended about this, seeing himself so often that he would feel like he was insignificant and nothing special, but that was not the case. In fact, he was in awe as he saw all the many other versions of himself. While most of the Mortys looked exactly the same as him, there were also ones who looked completely different. Like the Aqua Morty who looked like a fish and had to wear a helmet with water inside it so that he could actually breathe on land. Or the Cyclops Morty who had orange skin, pointed ears and only a singular eye – he actually looked a bit intimidating and dangerous. The Robot Morty looked also very interesting. And there was even a Morty whose head was in the shape of a hammer. "Woah! There are so many of them and all they're all different!" Morty said to his grandfather with starry eyes. His Rick could only grin and agree. It was at this point that Morty himself became a fan of Mortys because even though they were essentially the same as him, he thought that they were really awesome and cute. He completely fell in love with them. Loving every chance that he got to interact with them. Also loving to just watch them. So, from this moment on, he also started to dress himself in a similar fashion as his grandfather: He wore a hat in the form of a Morty head, a backpack in similar shape on which he put all of his badges that he bought on the Citadel and a t-shirt with a Morty's face on it. A similar red dazzler to that of his grandfather hung also around his neck, he also wore the same 'M'-shaped belt buckle and he even thought about getting himself a fancy tattoo, but so far only drew 'MORTY' and a heart on his stomach and abdomen. Morty and his Rick seemed to have gotten even closer than before, having now something to talk about excitedly the entire time like all the different looks or lifestyles that Mortys from other dimensions could have. Of course, those new changes didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his family for long. Especially as Jerry found one questionable fanart that the boy had drawn – he had started to actively draw and write fanfictions, too – his parents knew that they had to do something. "I don't know what we should do with him, Beth! Probably admit him to a mental hospital or something because what he does is anything but healthy!" Morty could overhear his father yelling. It wasn't rare that his parents argued with each other, but it was one of the rare times that he was the topic of their argument and they somewhat agreed that things were not okay with him. "A mental hospital, Jerry?! Really?!" his mother argued back. "I don't think that it's that serious that we need to look for medical help. Maybe we can just try to talk with him." "Not that serious?! Have you even looked at the picture that he had drawn?!" was the counter argument. "The boy is narcissistic! A little friendly talk won't just fix that magically! This probably would have never happened if he wouldn't hang out so much with your crazy father!!" "Keep my dad out of this!" "No, if anyone is at fault that our son has developed such a weird tendencies than it's Rick's!" His father thundered and didn't let his mother get another word in. "We should have never allowed him to stay with us! It's only because of your fucked up father complex!! You're probably not even going to care when the old weirdo ends up sexually molesting or even raping our son, do you?!" Morty had heard enough. He was just fed up with everything. He was fed up with his parents trying to stage an intervention – even wanting to go so far as to lock him up in a loony bin. And on top of that they wanted to place the entire blame on his grandfather and would try to kick him out of the house now. His brilliant Rick who had opened his eyes to a whole new world – a whole new level of existence even! No, he wouldn't stand for this anymore. Morty felt actually a little bad for what he was about to do, but he didn't have any other options. He had packed his Morty backpack to the brim with snacks, his block and pencils for drawing his fanart and some of the Morty merchandise that he was able to fit inside. It was in the middle of the night that he secretly snug in the garage. His grandfather had fallen asleep in front of the TV so he knew that it was save to go in there without getting interrupted or stopped by anyone. The boy grabbed his grandfather's portal gun, which rested innocently on top of the workbench. He put in one of the view coordinates that he had memorized – the ones that would bring him to the Citadel of Ricks. Maybe it wasn't the wisest choice and Morty knew that his grandfather would know where he went from the coordinates, but then again since it was the Citadel, maybe he wouldn't find him so easily. Opening a portal against the wall of the garage, Morty put the gun back where he picked it up. Slowly he moved closer to the rip in space and time that presented itself visibly as a swirling green vortex. Morty took one last look back towards the door. He really felt bad for what he was about to do. Not because of leaving his parents and sister behind, but because he was leaving his Rick despite knowing how much the man loved him. It had to be done though. In Morty's mind this was the only option to protect them both. So, he faced the portal again, took a deep breath and then walked through it. The portal closed, leaving no trace behind that it was ever there to begin with. It would take a long while before anyone in the house would rose from their slumber. It would take an even longer while before anyone would notice that Morty was gone. And it would take even longer before Rick would notice that his portal gun had been used. But who knew how long it would take before he would find his boy again… if he ever would.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

oneshot

Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

oneshot

Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

oneshot

Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

oneshot

Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

oneshot

Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#rick and morty #ram #rnm #morty #super morty fan morty #rick #super morty fan rick #entricked fates #hopesfanfictions #fanfic #fanfiction #pocket mortys

[rickssugarplum]

Lab in Love

Happy Day 3 of Valentine’s Week! Today’s fic will feature Lab Rick from Pocket Mortys! I dedicate this one to @ravenousscorpian! Hope you guys enjoy! ❤

(Lab Rick x Reader) SFW, Lab Work, Science, Valentine’s Day

You’re Rick’s lab assistant and he keeps today’s experiment a secret.

You were coming into the lab to do your daily lab assistance with Rick. It was an honor to even be in his presence, let alone help him with his experiments. From a young age, you were always interested in exploring the world of science. And who better to learn from? Although, some would consider his experiments to be...eccentric to say the least. From your experience working for him, there were many times where you would hand him samples he extracted from Morty organs, of any kind. Brains, eyeballs, muscle tissue. But, you were never squeamish to any of it. That was a trait that he respected about you. You were always willing to enter the bizarre. And today would be no different. February 14th. Obviously on Earth, it would be a big deal for today’s lovers. But with Rick, it was just another day for science. 

It was no secret that you had a thing for him. He seemed to take a liking to you as well, but he always wanted to make sure his work would get done on time. It was always hard for him to manage time between his own experiments to modifying Mortys in the Morty Labs. It became much easier when you had come along. So, you agreed to come everyday. You finally entered the doors to start another day of being his lab assistant.

“Hey, Rick!” you greeted cheerfully.

“Heyyy. How are you today?” he asked.

“Just fine! Ready to assist you with any organs or DNA you need!” you told him, eager to get started.

“Actually, we’re gonna do something a little different today.” he announced. You were taken aback a little. He was always one to get his gloves dirty in his work. But as his helper, you couldn’t protest.

“Oh...well okay! Whatever you need me for, I’m here to assist!” you said proudly.

“Great. Well then, let’s get started.” he said as he let you put on your gloves. He placed on his goggles and you watched as he appeared to be working with a hot metal of some kind. You put your goggles on for protection as you wondered just what did he intend on making today...He spoke up as he needed your hands.

“Hand me the pliers, doll.” You blushed a little at the nickname, but persisted and looked at the equipment inside his drawer. You looked around for a few seconds until the pliers finally caught your attention. Grabbing them, you swiftly walked back to him and placed it in his gloved hand.

“Here you go, Rick.” you said a bit shyly, as he thanked you. You were suddenly feeling nervous, realizing he didn’t even tell you what was working on....

It was starting to feel hot. Really hot. The smell of burning metal was inflicting in your nostrils from the distance of Rick’s tinkering. You tried to look closer at what he was doing, but Rick stopped you.

“No peeking!” he blurted out. You jumped in fright and confusion. What did you do wrong?

“It’s uhh..It’s a surprise..” he mumbled. You understood then that this must have been a big deal.

“Oh okay..Sorry..” you apologized. Now you were even more curious what it could possibly be. If it was such a secret that he wouldn’t even let his trusty lab assistant know what it was, you could only imagine what it was. Maybe it was a classified weapon to be used by the Council. Or perhaps an illegal hypnotizer to be sold to an outcast Rick assassin. Big money had to have been involved. You were only left guessing as you watched him continue to work on it. You didn’t dare ask him why it was so important. With him, there was no way of knowing what he would do if you crossed him. So, you just kept your mouth shut and did as you were told. Then, his next instruction stunned you.

“Okay. This last part, you can’t see so...Will you please leave the lab for a moment? I’ll let you know when to come back in.”

In all the times you have helped him, every experiment and invention he would work on, every disease he would help cure...or create, never had you been asked to leave the room. You were always right beside him to witness his discoveries and new bizarre makings. This must have been so serious that no one other than him and possibly one other person could see this. But as his employee, you simply followed his instructions.

“O-okay, Rick. Right away.” you replied. Quickly you walked and opened the door to leave, closing it again when you reached the other side, eyes wide. What the hell could he possibly be working on? Minutes felt like hours. Tapping your foot nervously, you waited until Rick was ready to call you back into the lab. Suddenly, you heard the door squeak open as you saw his head pop out from the other side.

“Alright. Come on in.” he told you. Walking back inside, you shut the door behind you and headed towards Rick so you can finally see what the big important project had been. And then, you saw it. Your eyes laid on a single crystal rose radiating in the lights above it. Standing there, mouth agape, you looked closer into the unique item and saw the edge of each petal had been dipped and lined with gold. So that’s why the lab was so hot, he was melting gold to make this beautiful flower.

“Wow..” you said, breath taken. The prism colors of the rose were still almost hypnotising you. “It’s absolutely beautiful...”

“It-It’s f-for you.....” he confessed quietly. Your eyes went wide. This was why he kept it secret! It was a surprise for you! It had never crossed your mind that he would be making a special gift, let alone a romantic one.

“I did-I didn’t want to give you a shitty bouquet that would just die in a week. So, I figured this would be a better thing to have...”

Your eyes looked up at him. Not knowing what to say, you just ran up and gave him a bone-crushing hug. A slight oof had escaped from his throat, and eventually his gloved arms wrapped around you.

“But-but don’t think this changes anything.” he stated as he broke off the hug. ‘I-I still expect you to be here on time for my work and to be professional.” 

“You got it, Rick.” you smiled back up at him. He responded by leaning down to give you a gentle yet passionate kiss on your lips. Your eyes closed in bliss. Before too long, it had ended. Suddenly the beeping sound had filled the lab. Rick had pulled of one of his gloves to reveal his watch, which had set off an alarm. It was time for him to leave.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I got some Mortys to modify.” he announced as he put on a new pair of gloves.

“Okay, Rick..” you said with a smile, taking your new crystal rose in hand as you are walking towards the door. Turning back around to catch one more glimpse at him, you ask, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Rick just smirked back at you. “Same as always.”

Satisfied with that answer, you open the door to leave. Walking out into the citadel, you clutch the beautiful stem of the rose to your chest, smiling at the thought he had for you as he was making it. It shocked you at first that he made it, but you should have known by now the lesson working with Rick.

Always expect the unexpected.

❤

#lab rick #lab rick x reader #rick fangirl #rickssugarplum

[dorklyevil]

Bad decisions

Part two of Not Yours and shit comes down here lol (i did this and the other fic yesterday but i’m only posting it today lol and this one has artworks!)

Ships: Doofus Erica/Evil Rick, Doofus Erica/Eyepatch Rick

3k+ words - sfw - F/M - Sad romance, complicated feelings, a lot more of bad decisions, alcoholism, light harassment and suicidal tendencies 

It's been months since the little issue between him and 7-b happened, and he grew increasingly agitated and drunk, which affected his work performance, Scarlip had enough of it.

 On their way back to their little hide out, after a pretty much messed up mission, he scoffed a remark at Eyepatch.

 "Monsieur." His tone clearly irritated, he ran his hand through his hair, attempting to straight it out, "What-What's wrong with you? It's pissing me off that you're being more of a fuck up than usual." He scoffed and Eyepatch seemed to pay him little attention, and it pissed him off more, grabbing him by the arm, he glared, "Don't start that attitude with me, Connard. You're ruining our reputation as excellent hitmen! What-What the hell is even up with you!?" That earned him a glare from the Brit, wrenching his arm away from the Frenchman's grip, he seethed at him,

 "None of your bloody business." He spat, and Scarlip rolled his eyes, "Uh, I think it is because, hmm how do I say this, you're ruining our work!" He growled.

 Patch just waved a hand over his face, dismissing him, "I don't want to talk about it. Besides, it was your fault this mission failed because the bloody cops saw you." He taunts and Scarlip fumed, squaring up at Eyepatch who seemed unphased, "-That's because YOU didn't hear our signal! For fuck’s sake, it's getting tiring doing ALL of the work for you. It's as if I brought a long a kid with training wheels when he can't even do an escape correctly!" He said through barred teeth, and the Brit didn't care, he had little to no care when it came to their work, he was distracted, and it seemed to not bother him anymore. 

 Scar took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, "As much as I love seeing you miserable, Monsieur. I can't, in good conscience, let you ruin our work. Is this about that Erica?" He huffed and Eyepatch shot him a bloody glare.

 "Don't you dare start." He growled, attention full on him now.

 The Frenchman raised a cocky brow, crossing his arms with a mocking smirk, "What? You didn't think I knew about your little date nights? You two seeing each other in that mediocre cafe? Seriously." He laughs, almost pitying the other, who seemed he'll lash out at him at any moment, "Why are you even getting worked up over some... Girl? That's the last thing we should be concerned about-" and at that moment, he saw stars when Eyepatch struck him with a powerful punch to the cheek, causing him to swing and fall to his side, he groaned and rests a hand on his abused cheek, spitting a bloodied spit, he chuckles darkly.

 "Well, I didn't think that would be your weakness." He taunts again and Eyepatch towers over him, grabbing him by his collar and raising him so they're both at eye level, he threatened him,

 "If I ever hear you bring this up again, I'll bloody murder you." He growled, and Scar just chuckled,

 "Heh, I guess I'll have to try harder, then." He smirks, and Eyepatch hated it.

 The two just stared at each other, one was fuming and the other was just loving it, he sets Scar down and straightened out his suit, fixing his tie and cast him a disgusted look, "You better watch your tone, Scar. Or you'll have more than just a scar running down your fuckin' face." Scarlip just shrugged and walked on, eventually the Brit followed behind him, the evening between them winded down, he thought, he hoped, but Scarlip didn't seem like he's gonna let him live it down.

 "Look, monsieur. If I were you, why don't you just confront her again? Like a fuckin' Rick. You just don't seem like yourself these days, your mind fleeting to dangerous territory. Where-What even happened to that cold, heartless, precise Rick I worked for?" He raised a brow and Eyepatch internally groaned, as if it offended him, "Don't you already think it's dangerous territory talking to her again? And if that bloody Rick found out, it wouldn't just be a murder, you know. And unlike you- I actually respect her space." He commented and Scarlip just laughed,

 "Well, doesn't that make it a lot more fun?" He purred, and Patch was regretting his decisions having to work with this guy, but something in him actually seemed to be taking the other man's advice, it disgusted him of himself.

 "No, it doesn't. It's a clusterfuck of bad decisions."

 -----

 Eventually parting ways, he made his way back to his home, and the first person who greets him was his grandson, throwing both arms around him, happy and excited to see him again, he sags his shoulders, relaxing slightly,

 "G-Grandpa Patchy! Welcome home-!" He nuzzled him and looked up happily, he chuckles softly and ran a gentle hand through the boy's curls, "Hey, chap." the young boy giggled, letting him go and steps back slightly, "I-I made us dinner! I hope you're hungry f-for some roasted chicken~" he then runs off to the kitchen, and the older man followed. He loved the little bugger, he was the last person who's keeping him sane from everything that has been happening lately, and seeing him just relaxes him again.

 Dinner between the both of them was him eating quietly and Bucktooth telling him about his day, he saw a blue jay land on their window and he attempted to pet it but it flew away, he nodded while he ate, though his attention caught when the boy nudged his hand, "G-Grandpa, I've-- I've noticed you're not doing well... Are you okay?" His face turned to a frown and Eyepatch just sighed, "I'm alright, Chap. Just a tiring day from work, is all..." he lied, he was getting good at it but the boy knew better, moving to sit next to him, he sighs softly, "I-I know you're telling me that so-so I'll feel better... But I care a-about you, and seeing you so down makes me sad..."

 He frowned, he didn't like it when Morty felt sad, and he feels worse that he's being a cause of it, instead he gently pats the other's head. "Grand-Grandpa's gonna be alright, yeah? He's just having a down day, you don't have to-"

 "D-Do you love her, Grandpa Patchy?"

 It stunned him, "W-What?"

 "Y-You know, th-the Bucktooth Erica... Do you-Do you love her?" He asked with a questioning gaze, he felt flustered and embarrassed that his own grandson was giving him the talk. But instead he feels defeated, all these past few weeks of denial and resorting to destructive vices, came all washing down on him, he felt tired, useless and above all, humiliated.

 "I... I do." He mumbles weakly and he saw Bucktooth scoot closer, "She-She makes you happy, doesn't she?" He asked and he nodded sadly, the boy smiled almost apologetically,

 "Then h-her happiness must mean a lot to you as well, r--right...?" He asked again, and he couldn't look at the boy's face. "I-I..." he mutters but he stops when he felt Buck's hand rest over his, "If you really-really love her, you'd let her go... I bet she-she wants you to be happy as well."

 Unaware, he felt a stray tear roll down his uncovered eye, and his patch felt damp, he was crying. Infront of his grandson, all the truths of disregarding his feelings, just numbing the stinging pain in his heart for ruining what they both had because of his stupid actions, and his grandson reminding him the very reason of his mental breakdown, it took a toll on him. Weakly, he raised a free hand to cover his eyes, he sobbed quielty and the boy cooed him,

 "I-I know it hurts... N-Not being able to have what we want. But sometimes, t-things we want, pe-people we love, it's just not meant to be..." Buck said sadly, he comforted his grandpa, who seemed to be speechless and all he could do now was sob the month's worth of pain he intended to hide.

 Both being torn with the right thing to do and what his heart was screaming what it wanted, he had to make the choice.

 But he was a clusterfuck of bad decisions.

 -----

 A week later from him and Buck's talk, he felt he was doing better and Scarlip noticed that, he was slowly starting to be his old self again and gained him a praise from the Frenchman. But all of that ended when he was on his way home, and the memory he was literally trying his best to push away was infront of him, he saw her.

 At that same cafe, same spot, same drink and reading her little handbook, the walls he built around his heart toppled down all over again, he watched her from outside and through the glass windows. She was beautiful, unaware, peaceful. And he was there, slowly crumbling from the last of his resolve, he wanted to go inside the cafe, sit with her, ask her about her day, tell her how amazing she was, but he was stunned in place. And maybe after a few minutes of standing there, staring at her like she was some ghost from the past, her eyes meet his, for the first time again in a long time. She looked shocked, he thought he might've scared her away but instead, the corners of her mouth tug to a small smile and she slowly raised her hand, waving at him. His heart swells by the little gesture, oh how he missed her polite little smile, he returned it. He smiled and waved, hoping the smile was enough to hide the pain he was in, only to be ruined once again when he saw someone approach her seat. The tall, handsome, mirror version of himself, walking to kiss her on the forehead, then her hand, he sat across her. And her attention was ripped away from Eyepatch then to her man.

 He felt destroyed.

 That man was the gruesome reminder that she didn't belong to him, and it slapped him hard on the face. Embarrassed as he realized he was gawking out there long enough, he walked away. Far away, he decided he didn't want to come home yet, he didn't want to be reminded again by his grandson that he can't have her, which in reality, would be a good thing. But God forbid him to have a peaceful night, so instead he walks to the nearest bar and drank his heart to a numbness. He honestly wished someone decided it was a goodnight for a mass murder because oh how he desperately wanted to be shot through the head. But life didn't work that way.

 A regrettable amount of whiskey later, he dragged his feet along the sidewalk, swaying side to side, he laughed at himself for looking so pathetic, it wasn't rare for him to be this batshit drunk, but that comes with actions he wouldn't do if he was sober, he found himself standing infront of the apartment space, and gawked up at their window,

 "F--EUGH-uck it---" he slurred drunkenly.

 He reached in his pocket for the stolen portal gun he took on one of their missions, he shot a portal through the wall and stepped through it, stumbling inside said apartment room, causing enough noise to alarm someone to get up and check, the other side of his brain wished it was that Erick who was ready with a gun to shoot him, but to his luck, it was 7-b, who was stunned to see him laying down by their door, she quietly but hastily went over to him, kneeling and helping him stand, she spoke in a loud whisper,

 "Oh-Oh my god, What are you doing inside-- What are you doing here, P-Patch!?" She whimpered and looked behind her, then back at Patch whose body seemed to sag against her like a sad sack of potatoes, he grips her nightdress,

 "I--Eugh-- Wanted-- to see you..." he slurred, a sad attempt to sit up, 7-b just helped him, but she was nervous he can tell,

 "Erick might wake up a-and find you-- You shouldn't be here!" She spoke a loud whisper again, and it seemed hopeless since Eyepatch's drunken state seemed to be opposing.

 He reeked of alcohol and she could tell he was intentionally getting himself drunk, she scrambled to grab the portal gun on the side, jutting in random coordinates and opened up a new portal, intending to push him inside, the grip he had on her caused her to topple on the other side with him, and with a yelp, the portal closed in behind them, leaving the apartment room quiet once more.

 -----

 Good thing they were still within the Citadel, she groaned softly and looked around, they seemed to be on the south part, something or someone shifted below her, she swings her head back around and down only to see Patch was underneath her, slurring something she couldn't understand, but she sighs and just rests on top of him, her tears forming on the corners of her eyes once more,

 "W-What are you... Why are you doing this...?" She sniffed and he attempted to look at her, gently raising his hand to tuck her hair back her ear,

 "I--- I can't help--URP-- it... I had to see--you..." he croaked and she shook her head,

 "You know that I can't-- We can't, and I thought we already d-decided on that?" She declared sadly and his mind didn't seem to register that properly.

 She tried to protest but he had her in his grasp tightly, he pushed himself up so he's sat and she's just awkwardly sitting over his lap, she frowned but he spoke,

 "I--I know I fucked up--- I really wanted to-EUGH- say i'm sorry... I'm really... s-sorry..." he muttered and she sighed, "W-Well this isn't really a better way to a-apologize, Patch... Please, if there's anything else you want to say, s-say it now. Erick will--or might wake up and if he realizes I'm not the-there he'll--!" Her little scolding was stopped when he crashed his lips regrettably against hers again, she shrieked under it. The previous kiss he gave her months ago was soft, unsure and restrained. Now it was demanding, dominating, hungry. She was toppled down on her back and he loomed above her, with her wrists pinned over her head, she desperately squirmed underneath him, but he was stronger.

 Her legs kicked around desperately, hoping she could break away but he has had her pinned tightly to the grass, he kissed her hungrily and she cried underneath, pleading, scared. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, hazy eyes looming over her figure. Her face, flustered, drenched in tears and broken, she cried, "St-Stop-- Stop this Patch, you're hurting me!" She struggled from his grip and he growled lowly,

 "I want-- you... and I don't---EUGH- I won't stop until I have you..." he slurred and started running down kisses on her neck, her skin shuddered and she continued to struggle until one of her hands broke free, effectively pushing him off of her and she scrambles back away from him and she pressed her back against the tree behind her, "S-Stay away from me!"

 He slowly regained his balance and walked towards her, kneeling infront of her, attempting to reach her face until he felt a sting on his cheek, she slapped him hard, hard enough to have his face turned away from her, he froze in place as she continued to cry.

 "I-I hate you..."

 "I-I" he wasn't sure if the statement she said or the slap sobered him up, but he realized his actions a little too late, resting a hand over his cheek and he looked back at her. Her face was turned into an angry expression, brows furrowed and the tears continued to roll, never has he seen someone look at him so hatefully, so disgustedly, he tried his best to take it back,

 "Bunny- I--" he started but was cut off again with another slap, a little gentler this time, "W-Why can't you just leave us alone! I-- I was happy... I'm already happy, w-why are you coming in on us like this-I--... We're getting married tomorrow... And t-this is how you greet me?" She spoke angrily but also sadly, and if that wasn't enough to break Patch, she continued.

 "I'm marrying him. And I don't w-want to see you there, Patch." She demanded, and he felt the earth swallowed him.

 He just stared at her, dumbfounded and heartbroken. What has he done? Were his demons that strong and got the best of him? He didn't know, all he knew was he fucked up thoroughly, and he just sat back there, pinching the bridge of his nose and his shoulders start to shake, he unabashedly cried. And this seemed to prick the pity in 7-b's heart, she slowly crawled over to him, with a soft, gentle sigh.

 "...Patch. I'm sorry... I-I, you know that we can't do this." She reached to rest a hand on his shoulder, he sagged against her touch, allowing that atleast, she soothed him by giving gentle rubs on his back, shooshing him, "Patch, y-you're a great guy... I'm sure there's someone out there who'll appreciate that... I want you to be happy too, and if I'm causing you all this misery then I'm sorry..." she bit her lip, his arms loosely wrapping around her, not in an affectionate way, this time, it's as if to keep him from ending it all here and then.

 "...Die." He muttered between his sobs, and it stunned her, scared. She swallowed, "W-What?"

 "I just--... want to die."

 She tensed and paled, she held him, and she didn't know what to do or say, she's afraid she'll just set him off more, but time was ticking, "I-N-No... don't say that, y-you don't deserve to die... We all make bad decisions, a-and suicide is one of them... th-think about what your grandson will feel... he'll be heartbroken." She reasoned and he just laughed weakly, she felt something cold brush her thigh, and she shivered, he spoke again.

 "...Nothing matters." She heard a cock of a gun, and she bravely rests her hand over the nose of the gun, her hand being the only barrier from the gun and underneath his chin, she shook slightly and held him tighter,

 "T-This isn't the answer..." she started to cry, she felt afraid, she didn't want to be a cause of someone's death, they just sat there. His life was on her hands and she didn't know what to do.

 She slowly dragged her hand down and to his, lightly wrapping around the gun's handle, effectively distangling his fingers off the gun, letting it drop to the side, while she laces their fingers together. She closed her eyes, and spoke softly against his hair,

 "Do you... Do you remember the time where, y-you and I were at the cafe? We talked for hours about life and other things? I loved it when I hear you laugh, and when you tell me stories about Morty, just seeing you so happy. I want that to happen again, I want you to feel genuinely happy... and if you die now, I'll never get to see that again." She spoke calmly and she felt the Brit rest against her, she's pretty much cradling him now, not pulling her hand away from his as an attempt for keeping his hand off the gun, she continued,

 "We-We do bad things for the right reasons... but the pain isn't forever... Wh-When I first met Erick, he used to be so protective of himself, he said bad things to me, hurt me, even... But all because his past took such a toll on him, it traumatized him and I helped him through it all... I'm hoping that I could save you too, Patch. You deserve as much as we all do..."

 He spoke finally, "You... You remind me so much of her..." She opened her eyes and looked down at him, "Wha-What...?"

 "My Diane... you're so much like her..." he stared at nothing, but he continued, "She was... she was my eye donor, my beautiful wife. The day when I had an accident, she didn't hesitate to give up hers... and one day, life decided it was time to take her... When we had Beth, she... She couldn't take the delivery... and she died, along with our daughter... Every morning, when I get ready. I can see her eye, on me... looking at me... So I always... cover it up..." he spoke quielty, and 7-b sat there, stunned, "When Morty was assigned to me, I was floored on how much he resembled her, and then you came around... I guess I... I don't know..." he lightly grips her hand tighter, and he closed his eyes as he rests against her, "I guess I found a reason to believe the world isn't a bad place... but reality isn't always fair, it plays dirty as much as I take out lives due to my work..."

 She frowns, now feeling bad about the tone she had with him earlier but he spoke once more, "It's crazy... isn't it? We're always chasing things that gives us inner peace, only to realize that peace requires sacrifices... Ahah... It-It should've been me... but life took both of them away." His voice held years of pain, and yet, she didn't know what to say, other than,

 "I... I'm so sorry, Patch."

 He shook his head, "No... I'm sorry, I should never had put this burden on your shoulders." Finally, he pulled away from her, and grabbed the discarded portal gun on the side, jutting the coordinates back to her apartment, he shot it to the tree,

 "I wish you all the happiness, Bunny." He said with a smile, and lightly pushing her back, and he watched the portal closed in on him, he was left to sit there alone.

 ---

 She sat near their apartment door, stunned and surprised, she just listened to another person's life story, and she didn't got the chance to help. Standing up, she walks back to their room and she sees Erick peacefully sleeping on their bed, his leg hanging off of the bed as he sprawled across, snoring softly. She smiled and walked around him, she sat near him as she gently caresses his hair, stirring him slightly awake.

 "Mhh... Hey, baby..." voice still gruff from sleep, he pops an eye open at her, she smiles down on him, "Hey sleepyhead." He chuckled sleepily and shifts to his side to rest his face against her thigh, laying an arm over them,

 "You couldn't sleep...?" He mumbles against her skin, and she sighs, heart still heavy from what happened,

 "Yeah... But e-everything will be alright. Go back to sleep..." she says while she strokes his hair, and he does just as so. 

 She listened to the quiet sounds of his snoring, the tick of their bedside clock, and the faint, ringing sound of a gunshot.

 Fin

#rick and morty #r&m fanfic #original characters #rick sanchez #erica sanchez #rickcest #a lot more angst #complicated feelings #a lot more bad decisions #evil rick #doofus erica #eyepatch rick #bucktooth morty #scarlip doofus

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Empirical Evidence

I received a request from the lovely @ravenousscorpian for a rarely-seen Rick: Lab Rick! He was an interesting guy to write about . . . and I apologize in advance for . . . some stuff.

Enjoy!

NSFW, Lab Rick/reader

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Gods, this place was a sty.

“Rick! Where are the gloves?”

“Wh-what?” he belched back, from the front counter.

“Where. Are. The. Gloves?!”

“The wh-what? I’m busy with a customer right now!”

You swore under your breath. This lab was a mess. The man running it was brilliant, but also borderline mad-scientist and you could never find anything you needed . . . there was stuff scattered everywhere in little piles, and nothing was organized. You’d agreed to take this job because you thought the work sounded interesting, but you hadn’t realized how frustrating it was going to be. Ricks may be fun sometimes and you’d always had a secret little fantasy about them, but this was a different beast entirely.

This area was his work space and his living space, and each spilled over into the other.

“I need gloves! There is no way I’m going this dissection with my bare hands!” you shouted back to him.

You heard him grumbling at you, and about you, probably. You didn’t care that he had another Rick at the counter, looking to upgrade his Mortys. He had asked you to dissect and make some impression smears of a tissue sample--you didn’t ask where the tissue came from; you figured it was better not to know--but that was even more reason not to touch the things without gloves.

Well, if he wanted to take his sweet time getting you proper safety equipment, you would start clearing off this work space.

You actually managed to make a dent in the problem too, by the time he’d walked away from the front of his place, where the public was allowed. Maybe this counter wasn’t going to meet sterility requirements, but at least there wasn’t random equipment, vials, and other assorted junk cluttering it up.

“What the f-f-fuck were you shouting about?” Rick grumped as he rounded the corner to where you were.

He pulled up short when he saw what you’d done.

“The fuck?!” he exploded. “You’re moving my-my-my stuff around?! You’re disrupting valuable experiments, valuable information--”

You refused to be cowed. “I cleaned the shit off this counter, Rick! There were no experiments going on here, unless you were measuring how much dust could collect on the equipment! You hired me to help you out, asshole, but I can’t do it in this disgusting environment!”

Rick’s mouth twisted into a scowl and he glared at you from over the customized glasses he wore. He didn’t reply to that, however. Instead, he stomped over to another junk covered countertop and rummaged until he located a box of procedure gloves. Peevishly he yanked two out and tossed them to you.

“Here--”

“Thank you,” you cut him off sarcastically, as you pulled them on. They were too large.

The inarticulate noise that came from him made you glance up curiously.

“Did you say something?”

There was an odd expression on his face that he tried hard to wipe off, back into distain.

“No,” he replied, but his voice was a croak.

You looked him over for a moment, then shrugged and turned back to the task assigned to you. With enough room to work and the proper safety precautions, it shouldn’t take you too long to get this done. However, with the fingertips of the damn gloves being too loose, you knew that you were going to get frustrated quickly trying to handle delicate instruments, or you were going to break the glove and contaminate yourself.

“Goddamn it!” you swore half under your breath. Without turning around, you raised your voice and shouted back to Rick, “Do you have any gloves that’ll actually fit me?!”

“Yeah,” he replied, right at your shoulder.

You jumped. You had no clue he’d stayed in the room, let alone silently came up behind you.

“Cripes, Rick! What do you think you’re doing--” you started to grouse.

“Here’s some new gloves, baby,” Rick interrupted, offering them up. That odd expression was back on his face: a little too interested, his eyes a little too intense. His lips were shiny too, and he licked away excess drool as you watched him.

“. . . okay,” you replied slowly.

You took them from his hand. Your fingers brushed his, and he jumped too, as if there had been an arc of static electricity between you. You decided to ignore all this sudden weirdness and unceremoniously removed the first pair of gloves that had been too large, off. You tossed them into the wastebasket.

Carefully, since these were a tighter fit, you pulled the first new glove onto your hand. By habit, you flexed your fingers to make sure the nitrate had formed to you correctly.

“I don’t like these new gloves as much as the old latex ones,” you said aloud, just making conversation since Rick was still standing so close. “They just feel thicker, you know? Like I don’t have as much dexterity.”

“It’s . . . ah . . . it’s all good, baby,” Rick replied in a low, hesitant voice so out of character you looked over at him.

His gaze was riveted to your hands. Drool had collected again on his lower lip. And he was wearing protective lab clothing, but he shifted on his feet and you’d been around enough to be pretty sure the movement was to hide an erection.

He didn’t see you raise your eyebrows. Several thoughts raced through your head: he was turned on by this? He was turned on by this! Do you ignore it? Do you crack a joke? Dare you admit you were kind of, sort of, attracted to Ricks? You standing here frozen was getting awkward--

Rick noticed.

He managed to tear his eyes away from your half-gloved hands, and looked you in the face. He seemed to be able to read the conflictions you had in your head.

“W-w-why don’t you . . . uhm . . .” he started to say in the same deep voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Why don’t you put the other one on, baby?”

There was no denying the lust in his voice this time.

You threw all caution to the wind.

“Like this, Rick?” you asked impishly, as you pulled the second glove onto your other hand. Once it was on, you held your hands up but touching fingertip to fingertip, as if they were sterile and you were preparing to head into surgery.

His breath caught in his throat. Again it was a struggle for him to stop looking at your gloved hands and into your eyes.

“Are you, are you--you better not just be teasing me!” he growled.

“What, this?” you replied, gently rubbing your hands together coyly. The resulting sound seemed overly loud, but that was only because Rick had gone completely still and the only other thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was nervousness or excitement that was making your heart start to race.

You watched Rick take a breath in through his mouth while enraptured by the motion of your hands. He was breathing faster, and you could guess his pulse had sped up too.

He swallowed and finally replied, “Yes, baby . . . that.”

Taking a risk, you stepped closer into his personal space.

“If you are--if you are being a cocktease, I-I’ll throw y-you out of here--those Ricks out there? Those Ricks’ll be on you like a, a pack of wild d-d-dogs,” he stuttered angrily.

“And what if I’m not?” you whispered.

His mouth gaped. You smirked and did two things simultaneously: you stroked his cheek with your gloved hand, and you pressed the other into his groin. With his apron on you couldn’t feel much but the bare impression of his cock, but it was unmistakable.

Rick gasped.

“I don’t want to be thrown out of here, Rick,” you exclaimed in a falsely girlish tone.

He shook his head and lifted his lip, and his next words were angry, not turned on. “Don’t use that fucking voice with me. I wanted you here because you’re not a sweet little airhead who’s looking for some “daddy” to take care of her. You’re capable, you-you-you’ve got fire in you, and you’re fucking hot. A trifecta of everything I want.”

That was the most honest assessment you’d ever heard from him. It was startling, and very, very arousing.

He grabbed you and pulled you off your feet. Falling against him, his respirator dug into your chest. In a quick movement, he yanked it off over his head, which dislodged all his other headgear, and he dropped everything to the floor in an untidy, uncaring heap. You may have just gotten some insight to why his place was so messy--

Rick devoured your mouth without waiting to see if you were ready.

His tongue was demanding. His breath was hot, when he pressed kissed to your cheeks and neck. A deep moan escaped you, and you felt him grin against your skin.

Suddenly there was too much clothing between you.

Stripping quickly meant sleeves turned inside out, trousers caught on shoes, and everything was dumped haphazardly wherever. He paused long enough to tell you to leave the gloves on. You glanced over to the cot he’d set up in ‘bedroom’ of the room, but Rick read your mind again and told you,

“No, it’s too far away, I wanna fuck you here!”

You chuckled at his eagerness.

Mostly nude now, your encased hands roamed his slender body. They encountered random stitches in random places, which was odd. Rick muttered that he’d explain those later, come on baby, don’t leave me hanging--

Ignoring the sutures for the moment, you grasped his cock and gave him a tug. Rick cried out in ecstasy. You repeated the motion and earned the same response. He really did have a thing for those gloves.

He didn’t neglect you, however. When he was able to catch his breath, his own fingers slipped between your legs, stroking and circling the nub that made you keen in pleasure.

Neither of what you or he did with your hands was exactly what you wanted, so in only a few moments, he spun you around, pushed you over so your chest was on the newly cleaned countertop, and moved between your legs. He used the same hand he’d stimulated you with to stroke and find your entrance, and after a second’s fumbling behind you, he popped his hips forward and his cock filled you.

You arched upward and cried out.

Rick held your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. You didn’t care about that; the pleasure of having him inside you was the most vital thing right now. You tried to match his pace, tried to lift your pelvis so you could make it better for him, but he didn’t seem to need that. He fucked you in quick, pounding snaps of his hips. Each thrust was divine.

It was so quick and dirty and unexpected that you swore and begged for more as he continued. He grunted in time with his own movements. “Give me your hands!” he demanded, at one point.

You tried to comply, but he didn’t slow his pace and it was hard to push yourself up off the counter. And you were fast approaching an orgasm, which made it doubly difficult.

Your pussy tightened around him. His wordless moans hitched higher, so you knew he felt the difference, and when his hand managed to slip to your front to press against your clit, you exploded in pleasure.

Rick let you ride that wave for a long time, not moving, with his cock buried in you, until you slumped.

When he began moving again, it stimulated you enough again that this time, you begged him to stop. He did with a bit of a protest, and you were grateful. Carefully, you stood up, making him take a step back from you. His cock bobbed between you, shiny from being inside your pussy.

“You gonna leave me, leave me with blue balls, baby?” he panted, looking cross.

“What do you take me for?” you snorted in mock offense.

With that you dropped to your knees in front of him and took his cock in your gloved hand.

At your touch, Rick stiffened and cried out. You smirked up at him and licked the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it to make it slick with spit. Then you brought your hand to your mouth and licked it too, ignoring the taste of the glove.

Rick caught your chin and forced you to look up at him.

“Do that again,” he requested in the same lusty voice you’d heard before.

So you gave him a show of licking your hand. You sucked your fingers. You moved your tongue over them singly, then in groups of two. You moaned. You watched his face as he watched your gloved hand become coated with saliva. You dipped them into your mouth, pressing down on your own tongue, and he cupped your chin again.

“Hold it--stay like that, baby,” he rasped.

You complied, keeping your first two fingers between your lips while keeping your face turned upwards towards him.

Rick’s free hand went to his cock, and he stroked himself while he looked down on you. His breath became quicker, explosive, and his hand sped up too. He bent in the middle, a bit, over you.

Without his permission, you took your hand away from your face. Over his squawk of dismay, you said, “Let me help you.”

You wrapped your gloved, slick hand around his cock again, and jerked him off at the pace he’d set with his own hand.

He had no more protests. He grasped at the counter’s edge behind you to hold himself upright. He mewled. His pelvis bucked forward and you licked his cock again, adding to the spit already there. Loosening your the ring made between your thumb and first finger, you slipped your tongue between them and his cock, for variety. You wanted to watch his face as he came, but you also couldn’t tear your gaze away from his cock. It twitched in your hand and you licked over the head again, and with a string of curse words--

“FUCK goddamnfuckinghell!”

--Rick came in short spurts over your fist. Your lips were so close a bit struck them too. You didn’t wipe it away immediately; you simply held still until you could feel the pulsing of his cock slow and his ejaculation dwindled to a leak.

His head hanging low, shaky, Rick didn’t move for several moments. When he was finally able to catch some of his breath and focus on seeing you again, you raised your free hand and deliberately wiped away the come that landed on your mouth, drawing your gloved finger along your lower lip slowly.

His cock jumped one last time in your hand again, and he gave a long, low groan.

“Fuck,” he finally said.

You grinned up at him. “I thought that’s what we just did?”

He grimaced at you as he carefully straightened back upright. “Don’t be a-a smartass.”

“I thought that’s why you liked me!”

The grimace deepened, but he hauled you to your feet.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grudgingly agreed.

You stood close together, sharing body heat but not kissing, for a moment. Your fingers couldn’t help but go back to some of the stitches you’d discovered on him. He watched your hands move over his body. 

“You’re hot in those gloves, baby.”

“You want to tell me about all this?” you asked about the sutures, even as you nodded to accept his compliment.

“Hmm. Well, they’re--”

“Are you two done fucking?!” someone--a Rick--shouted from around the corner, where the public area of this building was. “I need some goddamn help here!”

Automatically you tried to cover yourself, even though the unknown Rick out front couldn’t see you. 

“You didn’t lock the door when you came back here?!” you hissed at Rick. “You didn’t put up a closed sign?!”

He laughed at you and leisurely dug through the discarded clothing on the floor. Picking up and shaking out his lab coat, he pulled it on while he said,

“I didn’t know you were going to be back here, ready to jump my bones!”

“Jump your bones?! You practically ripped your pants with your hard-on the second I put on those gloves! I didn’t know you had that kink! How was I supposed to know you had that kink?”

“You’ve been cockteasing me this whole time,” he argued back. In a horrible parody of your voice, he whined, “Where are the gloves, Rick? These gloves don’t fit, Rick! And then you make this big show of stretching them on, making sure I’m watching--”

“I was trying to do my job--”

“Yeah, right--”

“--yeah right is right! You’re the one--”

From the front, the Rick who interrupted you and may have heard everything that had gone on, shouted,

“I’ll come back later, assholes! But you better believe I’m reporting you to the Citadel’s Better Business Bureau! Get your damn clothes on and help your damn customers! Fuck and argue after business hours, like everyone else!”

You both heard the Rick stomp across the floor and slam the door on his way out.

There was sudden quiet.

“Man, that guy was a prick,” you said. “Probably a pervert too.”

“You know it, baby,” Rick replied. “Who’d he think he is, telling us how to run this place? Where else is he gonna go? Does he think he’ll get his Mortys modified anywhere else? Asshole.”

You chuckled, and he chuckled, and instead of going back to helping customers or you actually doing the job you’d been assigned, he offered to take you to Blips and Chitz for the afternoon. Of course you agreed. 

fin!

#fan fic #Rick Sanchez #Lab Rick #reader

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Out Of The Woods (1/?)

This multi chap fic has been one that I've wanted to write for a while. I'm hoping to connect a few loose ends, since my series is getting closer to the end. Don't worry, I still got a couple of fics left in me. I'd love to thank @xerxezra whose conversations with me are always inspirational. I'd also like to thank @dorkydisappointment whose writing got my creative juice flowing.

References to the woman in the journal is from What You Found Amongst The Pages.

In this fic the reader tries to uncover the mystery of the artist behind Zeta-7s portrait.

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Chapter 1: A Glimpse Of The Past

For some time, Rick had been looking forward to taking you here; to the middle of nowhere, in the northwest, where enormous pine trees lined the roads, and evergreens could be found as far as the eye could see. Initially, you weren't sure what you were expecting. A Bob Ross worthy getaway perhaps? Maybe, though unlike the paintings done on PBS, there were gas stations and convenience stores which broke the harmony of trees, roads, and sky; as few and far between they were.

The drive itself was fantastic, and the surrounding area was nice, though you had little to no cell phone reception. And since you couldn't pass the time exploring the weird parts of Reddit, you stared out the window while Zeta-7 sang along to silly travel tunes; the kind that kids would enjoy, but we're actually music recommendations from Tall Morty; another good Rick. You giggled when he sang ‘He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes’, but he didn't seem to mind, he was excited.

However, you were curious as to why Google maps couldn't find the address to the place you two were going to, but Rick seemed to know the directions. Honestly, as long as it wasn't like anything you'd saw in Gravity Falls, then it was going to be fine.

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“W-we're here.”

Nope. This couldn't be right. Jumping out of the passenger's seat, you were taken aback and a bit creeped out by the amount of moose statues and decorations which surrounded the place as though to protect it. Could they be part of the security system perhaps? And if they were, was it generally safe to even be here?

“We are? Really?”

“Y-you bet.”

Before your thoughts ran away with the idea, you turned towards him. “Rick, do you need any help with the luggage?”

Opening a portal, he stepped through carrying all the luggage, then reappeared in front of you a few seconds later. “No, it's - I already took care if it.”

It was just like him to be one step ahead of you. How unfair. “Rick, I could've helped you know. I'd hate for you to hurt yourself.”

“True,” he admitted matter of factly. “but if I didn't do it, then I couldn't d-do this.”

To which he then took your hand and pressed a soft kiss on it. “I-I needed to make sure you had a warm hand t-to hold. It's cooler out here th-then it is back home. ”

You gave him a playful shove in return, which made him laugh wholeheartedly before he went on explaining the brief history of this place all the while giving your hand a light squeeze.

The moose lodge, as it was named, looked more like a tacky cabin at the edge of the woods instead of the forgotten shack amidst a family of trees. It was located almost two hours away from the nearest town, and the easiest way to get there was by taking a single dirt road right off the state road twenty miles back; both of you agreed that using his portal gun would've been more convenient. The house itself used to belong to an old colleague of his, but Rick bought it a few decades ago and used it when he wanted to get away from the city, and think about life and so forth; as well as paint. Walking up the steps, he commented, “I-I know it's not much,” unlocking the front door with a moose-shaped key. “but I hope y-you'll like it.”

You really didn't want to tell him that the place looked like a tourist trap, but he stood there, waiting for your approval, nibbling on his bottom lip.

Oh, you didn't like the overwhelming amount of moose decorations, but you smiled nonetheless. “I'm sure I will. I mean, I guess I didn't know what I was expecting, but at least it will be peaceful. Right?”

“Th-that's right.”

Whatever opinions you held about the exterior design, the interior was a different story. When he opened the door, your senses were invaded by the scent of old paint and aged wood, with hints of pine and decades-old smoke. Following right after him, you gasped at the sight of the walls; each inch of wall space covered with paintings. There were scenes and landscapes, hidden figures in the brush, creatures you couldn't begin to describe, flowers, trees, and anything which had and might still be alive; his own private art gallery. With a few clicks on his phone, the curtains opened up, allowing the light to chase away the shadows.

And when the light settled on a particular painting, you walked past him, towards the furthest wall, nearest to the master bedroom, where a large painting hung above the fireplace; it was a portrait of him, done in the romanticism style. “Oh my God. Rick, that's…. did you paint that? I can't believe it, it's amazing.”

“N-n-no, I didn't paint th-that one, but I-I wish I did.”

You found it hard to believe because it captured his essence so perfectly. It was of his form illuminated by the mid-afternoon light, kneeling next to a flowerbed, holding an unopened rose, kissing it gently as though to bless it. His hands were covered in dirt, and his loose fitted, round-collared shirt allowed for a few chest hairs to peek out. As always, when he was around his plants, he was in this trance-like, reverent state; the quintessence of his being; peaceful and alluring in the fact that he didn't seem so broken. The closer you stood to this work of art, the more you felt as though you were staring at a historical figure rather than a throwback photo of your boyfriend.

The posture featured you'd seen him do on multiple occasions, when he took a moment to meditate, appreciating the beauty of life, and all once, you were envious of the one who got to see him this way, taking their sweet time, appreciating the inner beauty of this soft, tender, but complex man. It also reminded you that Zeta-7 had been young once, and handsome even though he thought otherwise. Touching your shoulder lightly, he sighed. “I-I know. Time hasn't been kind t-t-to me.”

“What are you talking about? You look great, but I can't believe this is the first time I'm seeing this. It's gorgeous.”

“Gee, that's - th-thank you.”

“When was this done? You look so young there.”

“Hohoho, not - not that young. It um - it was painted a-about thirty years ago, by a very good friend of-of mine.”

A good friend? Rick didn't have many good friends. “Were they an artist?” you wondered.

Scratching the back of his neck, he avoided your gaze. “While she'd never claim t-t-to be, I thought she was. I um - why don't y-you make yourself comfortable while I make us s-something t-to eat.”

She? You had many other questions you wanted to ask, but knowing him and how he changed the subject, it seemed that that was the end of that; for now. “Okay,” you acquiesced, determined to bring it up at the first opportunity. “but can I pick any room I want?”

“Out of the two bedrooms? Sure g-go ahead.”

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After a simple dinner, you two went for a walk. There was a slight chill in the air, but thankfully you had a sweater and a warm hand to hold as you two followed the trail. You were glad to find that you were in better shape than you had anticipated, but that's what adventuring with a mad scientist will do. Here and there he found mushrooms which he took note of to return for later, and at some point, you climbed a tree, much to his disbelief, and teased him to come after you; he did, but you received a scolding which he then after profusely apologized for.

Later, after returning, you delighted in a warm bath and thought it would be a good time to unpack. Rick had disappeared somewhere around this time, which made you wonder if he had an underground lab here. Casually, you walked past the living room, with no intention of stopping but that larger than life painting caught your eye again. Unlike the other paintings along the walls, there was no artist signature. Hmm, what a tease the artist must've been.

In comparison, Rick hadn't changed very much over the years, except for the wrinkles of course and well his hair used to be darker. Still, you couldn't help but stare at that painting, envious of this old friend of his he had mentioned. Who was she? Was she beautiful? Did she love him too?

You thought more about it as you unpacked your stuff in the small bedroom next to the art room. It wasn't so far fetched to believe that he could've had his fair share of lovers, but then you had yet to see any feminine influences about his house except for a few treasured belongings of his mother. There was the woman from his journal, but he never brought it up and you had never confessed to having invaded his privacy, so you still weren't at liberty to do so. How was it that after all this time, there was still this bloom of mystery about him? Well, because he was humble and reserved, and only shared information which wouldn't hurt him.

Oh well. You'd have to get over it someday, but was it so wrong to be jealous of someone you never met?

TBC

#doofus rick #doofus rick x reader #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez #rnm fanfic #rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #my writing #my works

[trashunlimited]

to conclude, here’s the epilogue. also, i’m putting this all on ao3 and will post the link soon. this isn’t the end of my rick x julie content, there will be more! i need to post something fluffy to make up for all this angst.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

tagging: @nightshade1994, @glampyra  

Rick had been looking for a powerful fuel source, and remembered the one on Fyralog, perhaps the crystal was still there? It was certainly worth a shot.

Taking Morty along with him as normal, they were flying around on Rick’s ship, looking for the remains of Fyralog. Rick grinned excitedly when they finally come upon Fyralog, and landed on it. The planet look barren, desolate and deserted, the buildings destroyed and there was no life in sight.

“Jeez Rick, what happened here?” Morty asked nervously.

“This Morty, is all that’s left of the Fyralogin Empire, once the dominant force in the galaxy before it collapsed and was replaced by the F-Feds.” Rick explained. “But g-guess who took it down? Me!” He proudly proclaimed, pointing to himself.

“You took down an entire e-empire?” Morty responded in shock.

“Hell yeah dawg! Years ago I stole a chunk of the fuel source we’re here for, they tried to get it back but it collapsed before they could!” Rick laughed.

He knew he shouldn't be surprised, this was Rick after all. But to know he took down an entire empire single handedly? It was both shocking and amazing.

“So...why are we here now Rick?” He wondered.

“To get the another chunk of that fuel source obviously! What else would we come here for?” He hissed. Morty realized that maybe he shouldn’t have asked.

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As the duo wandered together, Morty found himself really creeped out by the place. The combination of the lack of life when there clearly had been some at one point, the broken and boarded up buildings and the feelings of emptiness made him uneasy. “This place is really cr-cr-creeping me out Rick..” He mumbled.

“Don't be a baby Morty, y-you've been to worse places, this'll be cake.” Rick brushed him off. Morty sighed and continued walking with him.

He started to realize they were headed towards the large building in the center, and so figured that the fuel source must be in there.

When they arrived in the building, it was completely dark, so Rick took out a flashlight and turned it on, using it to help him look around and traverse the building. Morty clung onto his lab coat as they walked, even more frightened than before.

As they walked around, they saw a green glow and headed towards it, where they the crystal-like fuel source, Even now, it still had broken and mangled wires connecting to it.

“Jackpot!” Rick grinned, pumping a fist in the air.

But as soon as he started heading towards it, a figure with two pairs of golden glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. Startled, Rick used the flashlight to get a better look at the figure, and wasn’t surprised when he saw it was Pyri, the former empress of the Fyralogin Empire. There was a look of pure malice and insanity on her face, which made sense, she had been here, alone in the darkness for decades.

“You..” She snarled, glaring at Rick. “You took everything from me! My planet, my people, my empire, my pride..”

Rick ignored her and she watched as he took out another of the crystal. Her eyes wandered around and landed on Morty, and she became confused, unsure who he was. Pyri had expected to see Julie, but she wasn’t there. She’d never seen what Julie actually looked like, but assumed she would’ve seen a woman around Rick’s age, not whoever this was.

“Where is Julie?” Pyri asked, making Rick stop dead in his tracks. When she didn’t get a response, she asked again. “I asked you, where is Julie? What happened to her?”

Rick still wasn’t responding, which gave her a hint on what had happened. “Oh I see, so she’s dead huh? Did you kill her or something?”

At this, Morty noticed he was shaking and had a horrified expression on his face. He wasn’t sure who Julie was exactly, but knew whoever she was, she must’ve been important to Rick.

“So you did kill her after all huh? Should’ve known...she loved you and killed her!”

Morty didn’t know what to do when he saw Rick clench his fists as he started to tear up.. Something was wrong…

Pyri kept egging Rick on and taunting him. “Poor sweet Julie, you dragged her into your bullshit and tricked her into loving you. She died because of you, it’s all your fault!”

Rick snapped at this, and pulled out a weapon with him. “No!” He screamed as he shot her. “I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it! I didn’t…” When Pyri collapsed dead on the ground, Rick sat down on his knees and sobbed.

Morty was concerned and worried for him, what was he supposed to do now? He didn’t want to stay here any longer and so tugged on Rick’s shoulder to get his attention. “W-We should go Rick…”

Rick looked over at him and wiped his tears away. “Yeah...whatever..”

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On their back, Rick and Morty were both silent, neither saying a word to each other. What could they even say? Morty had seen Rick in such a vulnerable moment, he had let his emotions get the best of him, he wanted to avoid doing something like that again.

Morty nervously rubbed one of his arms and glanced over at Rick. “Rick...whose Julie?”

Rick clenched his fists on the steering wheel of the ship, tightening his grip on it. “Shut up, just shut up...:” He growled before looking away.

Morty knew he wasn’t going to get an answer out of Rick, so he thought on his own who Julie could be. She was someone clearly very important to him, who was also dead. With this, Morty wondered if Julie was his grandma. He’d never met, seen or even heard of his grandma before, no one seemed to want to talk about her, there was no pictures of her in the house, but why? Considering Rick’s reaction to her being mentioned and all, maybe it was just too hard to talk about her. Though Morty was curious about Julie, he wasn’t sure if he would ever get to learn about her, he hoped he could though someday.

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When they returned to Earth, Rick immediately went up into his room, refusing to even look at anyone. Summer had seen this and walked over to Morty, just as confused as he was. “Uh...what’s wrong with Grandpa Rick?” She asked.

“I...I don’t know..” Morty admitted. “When we went to go get something on another planet, someone there mentioned a person named Julie, she told Rick that he caused Julie’s death and he freaked out and killed her. He wouldn’t say a-anything about it on our way b-back.”

Summer was surprised by this. “What? Really? Who do you think Julie could be?”

“I was thinking that she’s our gr-grandma. I mean...with Rick’s reaction and all, I think she was important to him, but she died…” He answered.

“Makes sense, it would explain a lot wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah...I just h-hope either R-Rick or Mom will want to tell us s-something about her eventually..”

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Rick sat alone on his bed, tears flowing down his face. When he had brought Morty to Fyralog with him, he hadn’t thought Pyri would even be there, he presumed she’d died, but he’d been wrong unfortunately, at least until he’d killed her himself. But he should’ve known better...he’d came there for his own personal gain, and Pyri had ended up blaming him for Julie’s death.

The truth was that Rick did actually blame himself for Julie’s death. He felt if he hadn’t left her all those years ago, that she would still be alive, that they would still be together and be happy. He could wake up in the morning and be greeted by her lovely face, he could still taste her kisses and feel her warmth, and Julie would continue to be there for him, loving and supporting him as always.

Even if she had developed the condition that killed her anyways, Rick knew he could cure her, but he couldn’t cure her now that she was dead. Despite his genius, Rick couldn’t reverse death. He didn’t see cloning as an option either, because while he could do that, it wouldn’t be the same, the clone wouldn’t be the Julie he fell in love with, it would be someone completely different.

Before Julie had entered his life, it had been lonely, miserable, empty and depressing. But once she had become apart of it, his life instantly became better. She’d brought out the best in him, made him feel genuinely happy, probably for even the first time in his life, and was the first to show him love and kindness.

Now she was gone, and the empty feelings had returned to him, the only way they could be filled, the only way his heart could heal is if she came back into his life. But because she was dead, that was impossible. Rick believed he was doomed to remain a depressed, suicidal alcoholic for the rest of his miserable life.

He took out the crystal rose he’d gotten for Julie, before they’d even started dating. She’d loved it so much, and he could still remember the day he took her to that gemstone planet visibility. Rick remembered they’d even had their wedding there. He clutched onto rose and angrily threw it on the floor, but it didn’t break, there wasn’t even a crack, it stayed still and intact.

Rick pulled out his flask and opened it, downing some alcohol as more tears stained his face.

#my writing #rick and julie

[ramheavenandhell]

An Unlikely Duo

AN: Since some of your readers from "Finding Love on the Citadel" liked these two guys, I decided to write a little spinoff surrounding the backstory of Rick B-64 and Morty K-7α1. Yes, I know. When you think that I'm finally done with this series, I just have to go and write more ^^' Warnings: Rick/Morty, has a bit of everything: comedy, action, fluff, drama + angst, romance and smut Summary: How did Rick B-64 and Morty K-7α1 become partners on the CPF? How did they fall in love? And why are they such great partners despite being such an unlikely duo?

An Unlikely Duo Morty K-7α1 nervously set foot inside the police station. Today he would be getting a new partner because his previous partner had quit. Ever since he was a rookie and had started to work as a police officer, he only ever had that one partner, so his nerves were shot from the prospect of having to get used to someone new that he would have to work together with from now on. "Hey, Curly!" One of the Rick cops yelled over to him as he and his Rick buddies spotted him from afar. "I heard your new partner is a Rick." "Aww geez…" Morty muttered under his breath as the Ricks cackled. He was afraid that that would be the case. Nonetheless, he ventured to the Chief's office and knocked on the door, more or less ready to face his new partner. After being invited inside, he immediately saw that his coworkers had been right. "K-7α1, this is your new partner from now on. Rick B-64. Show him the ropes." The Chief introduced them. Rick B-64 lowered his sunglasses to look over the rim at his new partner, a pleased grin on his face. "Nice ta meet ya." "Uh, yeah…nice to meet you, too." Morty awkwardly greeted back. He still wasn't sure what to make of the entire situation. Why had it even been decided that he had to break in the new rookie? This whole thing was such a bad idea. Unfortunately, it seemed that he was the only one who saw it that way. After he and his new partner exited the Chief's office, one of the Ricks from the same group as before, shouted over to him again. "Good luck surviving out there with your new partner, Curly." Again, they all laughed over their own stupid joke. Morty just tried to ignore them like he always did, but B-64 raised one side of his eyebrow. "Are those guys bothering you?" He asked. Morty wasn't sure if he just imagined it, but his new partner's voice sounded serious with a tint of worry. "It's okay. They do that to all Cop Mortys." He replied nonchalantly. "When you're a Morty, you have to fight back and show Ricks that they can't mess with your or they'll just push you around. My previous partner always said that and they never gave him shit. I-I just ignore them though…" He didn't add that he would only embarrass himself when he tried to fight back against them. So, even if it did bother him more than he let on, he decided that trying to ignore it was the best course of action. However, it had been easier before when he still had his old Morty partner. And now that he was actually stuck with a Rick, it would probably be even harder to ignore the remarks since he was going to get it from all sides now. "Wow! And here I thought the police force would be the only place on the Citadel where Ricks and Mortys were equal. Guess it's the same everywhere after all." Morty was surprised by that. Was his new partner a Rick who actually thought that Mortys were equal to Ricks and wasn't a complete asshole? That would have to be the first Rick that he got to know who was different. Even Morty's Rick was a callous asshole for the better half of the day. While he began to show his partner around the station, he noticed that Rick B-64 at least hadn't made a crude remark yet that was meant to hurt him.

"Do they all call you Curly here?" Rick B-64 asked over from his desk, sounding clearly bored. Morty hated that nickname and his face showed it. "Well, it's mostly the Ricks who call me that. Guess it's because of the hair…" He pointed to his voluminous curls as if it wasn't obvious. Rick smirked, but before he could reply, an emergency call came over the communicator, requesting back up. "Finally!" B-64 yelled and jumped up from his seat, pushing the button on the comm. to answer. "B-64 here. We're on our way." Morty stared at him with a pale face, not believing that his new partner just did that. "What? What are you waiting for? C'mon." Rick urged him, already on his way out, towards the parking lot. "Wa-wait! Shouldn't we let another unit take this?" Despite his protest, Morty also stood up and grabbed his police cap. "Why?" Why? Maybe because this was their first mission together? Maybe because B-64 was still a rookie and shouldn't get into such a heated action with an armed criminal right away? Morty could actually come up with tons of reasons why this was such a bad idea, but in the face of his enthusiastic partner, he could find no words. So, he followed Rick to the car without comment even if he still had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Give me the keys. I'll drive." Rick held out his hand expectantly, still full of confidence. "What? No, no, no. I'll drive." Morty insisted and bypassed B-64 to get into the driver's seat. His partner groaned, but got in the passenger seat without further complaints. "But I get to drive next time, okay?" He still insisted, as they hovered out of the parking lot. "Please put your seatbelt on." Morty said, noting from the corner of his eyes that his partner neglected to do that. "And you-you can drive when we do our patrol later on, okay?" That seemed save in his opinion. "You drive a hard bargain, but fine." Dutifully, Rick strapped himself in. "It's a promise though." "Huh?" Morty was a little confused how simply his partner had complied with his request. He would have actually expected more resistance from a Rick. A remark along the lines of not taking orders from a Morty or something like that. Also, Morty hadn't meant to make it sound like he'll let Rick only drive later if he used the seatbelt, but if that's how his partner interpreted it, then that's probably all the better. "By the way, they look cute?" "What? What looks cute?" K-7α1 would prefer it if his new partner wouldn't confuse him so much while he had to concentrate on driving. He was sure that he was going to crash the car before they reached the crime scene if this kept up. "Your curls, I mean." B-64 elaborated. "Actually looks really cute how they're sticking out under your cap." Whaaat? Unwillingly heat rushed into Morty's cheeks. That had to be the first time that someone complimented him on his looks. Usually he was just teased for his haircut, having to listen to commentary that it's not the seventies anymore and similar things to that.

Even his own Rick commented once that it was ridiculous how he looked like a cliché cop from an old movie.

"By the way, whatcha want me to call you?"

"Uh…" He just lost him again.

"You don't seem to like the nickname the others at the station gave you. So what do you want me to call you?"

Oh. That's what he meant.

"Um…I don't really care. Just call me by my name?"

"Oh, okay." Rick deadpanned. "There's just some Ricks and Mortys out there, who insist on nicknames. You know, to differentiate themselves from the masses. But just going by your name is cool."

"What-what am I supposed to call you?"

Morty hadn't really thought about people trying so hard to be different on the Citadel, but he guessed that it made sense. He himself had really just always tried to fit in and not stick out like a sore thumb even though his slightly different looks guaranteed it and earned him a special nickname.

Now that he looked at it from that side, he thought that it was rude of him to just think about his partner as a Rick and not as an individual that was different from all the other Ricks.

"In the academy they used to call me Shades because of the sunglasses. But it's cool if you just call me Rick, too. Or partner." Morty was sure that it was only his imagination and he didn't really purred the last part, as if he really enjoyed that title.

However, the thought that he didn't imagine it at all and Rick did say it that way made Morty flustered again. Luckily, he still avoided driving straight into any obstacles on his path.

"O-okay. Rick then."

Thankfully, they arrived soon at the scene where their backup was needed, saving Morty from any more possibly embarrassing conversations with his new partner. He was sure that there would be plenty more time for those later on anyway and he wasn't sure if he dreaded or was looking forward to it at this point. Three other patrol cars with blinking red and blue lights were already parked in front of the office building, two Rick police officers standing behind one of the cars on standby. K-7α1 and his partner joined them, asking for a brief status update on the situation. "We have one armed Morty. No idea if he has hostages in there. Most people should have already been evacuated, but we're not one hundred percent sure. Two units are already in there, trying to corner him." "We're going in, too." Rick B-64 proclaimed and quickly made his way to the entrance. "W--Rick! Wait!" Morty protested but followed. The remaining two Ricks only looked at each other and shook their heads at that behavior. "Wait up, Rick!" Morty still yelled as he tried to catch up with his partner, who was still dashing ahead. "You can't just charge in like that! It's dangerous!" B-64 only stopped when he met up with two Morty police officers who were taking cover by a flight of stairs, guns drawn and looking like they were at a stalemate. "Is the guy up there?" He asked as he joined them, his partner following suite while still mentally flipping out. "Yeah, he's yelling and shooting like a maniac, but it got silent around a minute ago and we have no idea what he's planning right now." One of the Mortys filed them in on the situation. "He's crazy and completely unpredictable and he seems to be talking to someone, so we're not sure if he has a hostage or if he's just talking to himself." "Well, only one way to find out." With those words, Rick dashed out of the hiding spot and up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. "What the--RICK!! What are you doing?! Are you insane?!" Again, Morty was forced to follow his partner because he couldn't just let him go on his own. "They're both insane…" One of the Cop Mortys replied, both still safely staying behind and taking cover as they watched the duo go, thinking that they should just wait until the other unit was in position so they could corner the culprit together. Morty ducked out of reflex, fright sitting like ice in his guts as he tried to catch up with Rick's long strides in vain. Thankfully, no one had opened fire on them yet, but that didn't mean that it couldn't happen any moment now. "I'm trying to catch a criminal, Morty." B-64 had the decency to answer his previously asked question. "What else does it look like to you?" Morty couldn't answer. Not only because he was slowly running out of breath, but also because he started to fall behind. Blame his bad condition on lack of exercise, but he just had no chance of catching up to his partner with his short legs, which had no cybernetic enhancements. Rick didn't really seem to notice that he was on his own, or maybe he didn't care about it, as he steadily continued on his way without slowing down or waiting up. He only stopped when he suddenly heard a voice. "I don't know what to do anymore, Rick!!" Carefully, he peeked around the next corner and spotted the culprit. As described, it was a Morty and he was equipped with a firearm. He looked sweaty, his eyes bloodshot and his hair disheveled despite the shaky hand he was just running through it. "We-we can't go on like this anymore! I just want to go home! I hate the Citadel!!" Rick's unibrow drew downwards as he watched the boy yell at a wall. Looked like he really went insane and was fighting with his imaginary Rick now. Best choice was to take this nutcase out fast, B-64 decided. Trying to negotiate with a delirious person would be just a waste of time. Rick waited for a moment when the boy had turned his back towards him, before he charged right in, gun drawn. Of course, he managed to get the teen by surprise and quickly knocked him out with a blow to the back of his head, using the handle of his gun. Rick made a sound of triumph as he bent down to cuff the now unconscious Morty. In the meantime, his partner also finally arrived, panting and still in full panic mode. "Oh my god, Rick! You can't just do stuff like that!!" He yelled, despite the fact that the criminal was out cold now. "What are you complaining about? I got the guy." "Yeah, but that was dangerous! You could have gotten hurt or worse!" B-64 rolled his eyes. "Whatever…well, I didn't get hurt, so stop bitching about it." "No!" "What?" Rick looked back at his partner and couldn't believe that Morty had chosen now to become defiant and grow a pair of balls. "As long as we're partners, I won't tolerate you doing such reckless actions on your own!" Morty wasn't backing down, staring with the most serious expression straight into Rick's eyes. They stared at each other like that for a full minute before Rick finally broke the contact. "Okay, fine." He sighed. "I won't do it again, okay? You happy now?" A small smile formed on Morty's features. "Okay. And I'll make sure you stick to that promise." "Yeah, yeah. Whatever…" Rick turned away, so he could continue apprehending the caught criminal. In truth, however, he just didn't want his partner to see the light blush on his cheeks. Morty looked really cute when he smiled at him like that…

"You're into Ricks?" They were back at the station and B-64 had just overheard one of the Ricks that liked to bully Morty call him a "Rickfucker". "No! I mean, not every Rick…" Morty blushed as he tried to explain himself. "Just mi-I have a crush on my Rick…but I'm only interested in him! I-I don't sleep around with any Ricks on the Police Force or whatever they'll try to tell you about me!!" Morty looked with big and slightly glassy eyes at him, but also a look of determination, trying to get his point across that he wasn't as much of a weirdo as the others said he would be. And he especially wasn't a slut or a whore. "Chill out, Morty. I wasn't saying that. Just asking." Rick tried to calm him down again. "Nothing wrong with dating a Rick if you're a Morty or vice versa." Morty visibly relaxed at those words. "Well, not everyone thinks like that. While it's not against the law, it's still pretty frowned upon…" The young officer mumbled. "Psht, well I don't give a fuck about it. Not my problem or decision and if it's not about me, I could care less. I mean, who am I to argue over whom you're fucking. If you wanna be with your Rick than be that." B-64 leaned more comfortably back in his chair. "Are you…?" "Huh?" "Um…never mind!" Morty quickly corrected himself. Maybe it was rude to ask if Rick was into Mortys. And just like B-64 had said, whether he was or not, that wasn't Morty's business. He shouldn't ask something private like that. "So, how far are you guys?" Apparently, Rick didn't care all that much about how rude it was or not to be nosing around in Morty's private matters. "Oh no, w-we-we're not--! We're not dating or something like that. My Rick actually doesn't know." "Oh, so you haven't told him yet." Rick leaned a bit forward, seeming quite interested in the topic. "No. Actually, I haven't thought about telling him directly." Morty admitted, looking ashamed. "I-I was thinking more about trying a subtle approach?" "Subtle? Like what?" "W-well, I always bring home a flower for him. Though, I don't really tell him and only put in a vase on our table so he sees it. I th-think that's not too obvious, but still something that he would notice, right?" "A vase with a fresh flower? Man, that's really subtle." One corner of Rick's mouth quirked upwards. "But really cute." Morty flushed as Rick chuckled. "O-oh just shut up. Do you have any better ideas?!" "Sorry, but that's just really cute of you. I actually wish that my Morty would do cute stuff like that sometimes." B-64 apologized as he calmed down again. "As for ideas, you should just move in for the kill." "What?!" "Just walk up to him, grab him by the lapels of his lab coat or whatever his signature clothes are, pull him down and mesh your lips against his." Morty was as red as a tomato and questioned the advice while his partner grinned at him like a shark. "You c-can't really meant that! I can't just go up to him and--I can't do that!!" "No, trust me! This is brilliant! And if you think that he's going to push you away, you'll just bite in his lip and hold on. That's 100% guaranteed to save you from rejection." Rick couldn't hold back anymore and broke out with loud laughter at the face that the teen made. Morty pouted. "You're impossible, Rick!" But the laughter was infectious and he couldn't help but join in, the mental picture that his partner painted for him just too funny not to.

Thankfully, the patrols with Rick B-64 were relatively calm – even though Morty still preferred to have his hands on the wheel when they drove out to actual emergencies – and while the other was still pretty quick to rush into action, he was at least a little bit more careful now and stayed together with him. Morty was really glad that he stuck to his promise and made no self-assigned solo missions anymore. While he wouldn't have expected it at first, he actually started to warm up to his new partner rather quickly and had gotten quite used to him. Despite the fact that they were so different, it worked out between them. Maybe, it also had to do with the fact that Morty actually had the guts to talk back to B-64 unlike he did with most other Ricks on the force. He couldn't even explain why that was. It must have something to do with B-64's laid-back personality since he usually didn't put up much resistance against what Morty asked of him…and when he did, he meant it humorously most of the time. This trait was probably also part of why Morty liked his new partner so much. The other always managed to make him laugh. Another thing that he did managed though was getting him flustered and if he wouldn't know any better, he would start to think that Rick had turned that specific discipline into his new hobby. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only Rick in the entire police station that liked to tease him. A fact that he was sadly reminded of again as they returned from another patrol. Rick was actually mock acting like a gentleman, holding the door open for him and making a bow while calling him "Milady". Morty acknowledged the silly gestures with a smile and a playful roll of his eyes, but didn't feel entitled to verbally comment on it. However, someone else did feel the need to do it. "Do you two just come from a hotel room?" One of the usual Cop Ricks shouted while his circle of coworkers already began to chuckle. "Hey, B-64! Careful that you don't fuck him too hard or he can only limp after the criminals you're chasing." "Shouldn't the little Rickfucker be used to that by now?" Another Rick from the round threw in. The first replied again. "Well, obviously. Bet he's super lose! I'm surprised that he hasn't been thrown out for fucking on the shift yet." Morty's face instantly dropped, the accusations somehow hurting him more than all the other cruel and teasing remarks from before. However, this time, he wasn't the only one who felt bothered by those Ricks' dickish behavior. B-64's face had darkened and he approached the Rick who had dared to say all that. "What was that?!" He grabbed the other Cop Rick's tie and pulled him closer towards his face, giving him such a deadly stare that all the surrounding Ricks abruptly stopped laughing and looked highly uncomfortable. "Rick!" Morty shouted, worried that a fight was about to break out now. While it was noble and made Morty's chest feel warm that B-64 defended him against the assholes, who had been bullying him for as long as he worked here, his guts froze at the prospect that his partner might get suspended if this confrontation turned physical. "You wanna say shit about me or my partner one more time?!" B-64 threatened dangerously. For emphasis, he lifted his other hand, balling it into a fist and looking ready to strike. Morty covered his mouth in shock, unsure on how to act. It was never a good decision to step between two fighting Ricks… However, suddenly someone grabbed B-64's raised wrist and all eyes turned to the officer who dared to intervene. "What my workmate meant to say is that if you say crap like that about him and his partner one more time, you're going to have a little private discussion with him outside after work." Rick V-27's face was as serious as his tone and there was a promise in his voice that he'll back B-64 up if it came to that. "Okay, okay. Didn't mean it and won't say it again." The Rick finally backed down. Satisfied with that answer B-64 released the guy and V-27 also let go of his wrist. Both Ricks plus one still shocked Morty made their way over to their desks, B-64 only now noticing that the other's desk was right next to theirs. V-27's partner, Rick P-99, had been watching the entire scene with big eyes from his desk and…was he blushing a little? Probably just an effect of the light from the desk lamps. "Thanks for saving my ass back there from a suspension, uh…" "Rick V-27. And this is my partner, Rick P-99." The heroic officer introduced himself. "And you're welcome, B-64. Those guys had it coming for a long time, so good that you stood up on behalf of your partner." "Oh my god, Rick! Never do something so dumb again!" Morty finally found his voice and pointed accusingly at his partner. "Chill, Morty. I did that to safe our honor…mostly yours since you're like a damsel in distress that needs a knight in shining armor, but they were getting on my nerves, too…" "I'm not a damsel in distress! I'm a police officer just like you and can defend myself just fine!" Morty protested back. "You're just complaining that I was playing knight and not your Rick." B-64 replied almost disinterestedly. "Sorry for stealing the show from him. Gotta be careful that you don't accidentally end up falling for me instead, right?" "You-you-you…" Morty was so flustered that he had trouble finding the right words. "You're just as much of an asshole as those Ricks are!" That wasn't actually true. Sure, Rick B-64 was teasing him a lot, too, and seemed to enjoy it as much as the other Ricks. But his comments didn't hurt. They only ever made him feel embarrassed, but they weren't leaving an emotional stab wound like the other remarks did. "Ouch! That hurt, Morty." B-64 sounded fake hurt while he grabbed his chest in mock pain. "When all I did was defend you, my princess." "Oh my god, I'm not a princess, Rick!" Morty rested his heated face against the cool wooden top of his desk. "Thank you…" He whispered even though Rick wouldn't be able to hear it.

Since V-27's heroic intervention, Morty and his partner had been talking a lot more with him and even became friends. The other Rick was just really fun to hang out and spent the lunch breaks with. He didn't have the same humor as Rick B-64, but his heart was in the right place and his opinions were really smart and interesting. In comparison to most other Ricks on the force, V-27 was just very likeable. What was also very interesting about him was that he had a crush on his Morty – an information that B-64 had coaxed out of him. Though, he insisted that it was completely one-sided and pointless to even confess. Morty could only understand him too well, being in the same situation and too scared to openly tell his own Rick how he felt about him. Of course, that didn't stop V-27 from sharing stories about his Morty, retelling some funny moments from his private life with such a fondness in his eyes. It made both Morty and his partner interested in meeting the teen in person. "Oh, I can introduce you today." V-27 surprised the duo. "My Morty's going to pick me up from the station later because we wanted to go to the movies. So you actually get to meet him." "Oh, is it a date~?" Rick B-64 instantly perked up and teased. Morty was also interested and wondered if there was something that V-27 hadn't told them about. "What? No!" V-27 had the decency to blush the slightest bit at the accusation. "He just said that he wanted to see that one movie and asked if I wanted to come, too. It's not a date!" "You say that now, but just wait till he ends up putting his hand on yours during the movie." B-64 kept going on. Turning towards Morty, he kept spinning the fantasy on. "I bet they won't even get to see the movie because they'll be too busy smooching during it all. You should probably try that with your Rick, too, Morty. It's still pretty subtle, so that's right up your alley." As always, Morty wasn't sure if he should take his partner's advice seriously or not. After all, he liked to pull his leg with such suggestions more often than not. However, thinking about it, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. He had to wait on V-27's feedback tomorrow how it went and then decided if he should give it a try, too. As promised, just a few minutes after V-27's morning shift ended, a shy, little Morty entered the station, looking around in confusion. "Over here, Morty!" V-27 called to him and the brunet's face instantly brightened up as he spotted his Rick. Dutifully, he came to join his grandfather and his colleagues. Morty noticed that there was nothing extraordinary about this boy at first glance. Brown hair, yellow t-shirt – just your standard Morty. "Guys, that's him, my Morty. Morty, this is Morty K-7α1 and his partner Rick B-64. And you already know Rick P-99." V-27 introduced them to each other. "Hi, Morty." The trio greeted him in chorus and he shyly greeted them back, waving with his hand. "I'm surprised you don't have to work at this hour." Rick B-64 said. "Oh, um…" Morty V-27 looked at the floor in shame. "A-actually, I'm jobless right now…" "Yeah, they kicked him out of that restaurant yesterday. How long did you work there? Three days?" Rick V-27 sounded a little annoyed…as he always did when the topic came up. "Y-yeah…thr-three days…" His Morty confirmed, looking so ashamed. Rick B-64 sighed loudly, deciding to change the topic. "Man, V-27. Your Morty is such a cutie. I swear all Ricks have cute Mortys and I'm the only one who's got a hellhound instead. I'm starting to get really jelly now." Morty perked up at that. His partner had mentioned something about being unhappy with his Morty before, but he's never really talked about his grandson and he still hadn't dared to ask him about the boy. B-64 noticed his reaction but misread the expression on his face. "Don't worry, Morty. I still think that you're the cutest Morty of them all." As expected, his partner's words made him blush, but B-64's wolfish grin made him question if he really meant that or if he was just teasing him again. "Well, we gotta go or we'll miss the opening of the movie." V-27 interrupted the duo before this could turn into another one of their infamous banters. "See ya guys tomorrow." "Bye. It was really nice to meet you." His Morty politely bid his farewell. "Have fun you guys!" B-64 shouted after them with a wink and making a clicking sound with his tongue. V-27 just flipped him off without looking back as he steered his Morty towards the entrance.

Rick groaned loudly. Morty looked over to his partner, seeing him hunched over his desk, supporting his head with both of his hands, face covered by his palms. "Is everything okay, Rick?" The young officer asked. He had already noticed at the start of their shift that the other was unusually quiet today. "Yeah, it's just my Morty…" The boy perked up. While Rick occasionally mentioned his Morty in passing, he never really talked about his grandson. "What is with your Morty?" "Nothing! He's just being an annoying fuck!" "Why? What did he do?" "That really got nothing to do with you, Morty, now does it?!" The tone shocked the teen since his partner had never talked to him like that before. However… "You're right, Rick. I-I'm sorry for asking. It's none of my business, so I really shouldn't be nosing around…" He apologized meekly. "No, it's okay." Rick took one long sigh to calm himself down again. "It's just…he keeps bitching about everything. Lately more than ever. Just yesterday I had to listen to him again how fed up he is with the Citadel and how it's my fault that we can't go back to our reality because I ruined everything, as if-as if I did that on purpose. Yeah fine, I messed up! Sorry for not being perfect!" "W-well, I don't really know what exactly happened, but I know that you're not a bad guy, Rick." Morty honestly wasn't sure what to say in this situation. "And everyone makes mistakes." It was due to his own Rick's problems that he was "stuck" on the Citadel now…though, Morty was given the choice if he wanted to follow him here or stay at home with his family and live his normal boring life. His Rick was in danger of being found by the Galactic Federation and needed a safer place to hide. Staying with his family on earth would only have endangered them. If Morty hadn't already had a crush on his grandfather, he might have decided differently as the man had asked him if he would come along or not. They had been traveling through space for a few months, always on the run, before the scientist was fed up with it all and surrendered to the regulated but survivable life that the Citadel offered with its protection. "You're so cute, Morty." Unsurprisingly, Morty's face heated up at those words. "I wish my Morty would be at least a little bit more like you. But oh well, you can choose your friends, but not your family." Again, the young police officer was speechless. Rick smiled – genuinely smiled and not grinned – at him before he turned his attention back to his computer. "Well, better get back to work, right Morty? This damn paperwork doesn't finish itself."

Morty stood in front of the door to his apartment and took a deep breath. He decided that today was the day. After such a long time trying to hint subtly at his feelings for his Rick, he decided that it was finally time to face him and confess. All previous attempts had been in vain so far. The flower each day, keeping the house clean, doing grocery shopping and trying to cook a meal for his Rick even if he barely had the time with his work schedule and often felt too tired after his shift, but still pulling through for his grandpa, had gotten him nowhere. Even inviting him to go to the movies together, despite the fact that it hadn't brought any results for V-27 and saying that it was his treat, hadn't progressed anything. Rick had only rolled his eyes and refused the offer, saying that it was a shitty movie and when asked what he wanted to see, he just claimed that they all sucked…just like Morty. Morty often questioned why he even loved the eccentric old guy since his grandpa was as much of an asshole as most other Ricks. Not all Ricks though, he reminded himself and thought back to his comrades at the police station – especially his partner, Rick B-64. Said Rick was also the one that had motivated him enough today to pull through with this now. Sure, most of his advices were not to be taken serious since he meant them as a joke, but when he pointed out to Morty how pointless his subtle approaches were and to just make a cut, he couldn't help but agree. He finally had to set this straight and get it over with…no matter how it would turn out in the end. Though, while he thought no matter how it would turn out, in truth he was still so scared that his Rick was going to reject him. He wasn't sure what he might do then – if he could even handle that. But there was no way around that since he had already decided that he would do this now and he would see it through till the end. With sweaty hands, he unlocked the front door and entered the dark apartment. If he wouldn't know his grandpa so well, he might have thought that the man was out and not at home, but Morty knew better. He was always home around this time, working a boring secretary job for some rich Manager Rick whose guts he hated like nothing else and having the same work hours each day – unlike Morty's job, where he had to work in three different shifts. As he entered the parlor, he wasn't surprised at all to see his grandfather hunched over the couch table and tinkering on some contraption. He always did that. It was like a hobby for him and an activity where he could vent his built up frustration and anger that his everyday life on the Citadel brought him. "Hey, Rick. I'm home." Morty greeted him. "Yeah, I can see that, Morty." Rick only deadpanned without looking up from his project. "You gonna cook some dinner now or what?" The teen sighed and was about to go to the kitchen and do just that, but then reminded himself what he actually meant to do. "Um, actually Rick…we-we need to talk." Oh god, he was really going to do this. "About what?" Morty swallowed heavily. 'Just like a band aid.' He mentally told himself. "There's-s-so-something really important that I need to tell you." He blushed because of his inability to speak without tumbling over the words, but he still wished that Rick would stop what he was doing for a moment and look at him. It wouldn't be too much to ask of him that he'd give Morty his full attention for just one fucking second, was it? …Well, apparently it was. "Just spit it out, Morty! I'm hungry." Rick urged him without shifting his focus to his grandson and rather concentrating on fastening a screw on his invention with a screwdriver. Well, here goes nothing. "I-I--Rick! I love you!!" "Of course you do, Morty." His grandfather was completely unfazed by his confession. "I'm your grandpa and grandchildren love their grandparents. Tha-that's fucking normal. You don't really have to waste my time by telling me that. I know that already, Morty." "No!" The teen's nervousness swung over in frustration. "I don't mean it like that, Rick! It's not platonic love! I mean, I'm in love with you!!" Suddenly the scientist halted in his actions, hand frozen in mid-screwing-motion. "What did you just say…?" "I said that I love you like a lover and not as in-like my grandpa!" Morty was panting a little from the yelling and the mental exhaustion from forcing these words out of himself. His pulse was going a mile per hour and he was sweating even more now than before. There hung a thick silence in the air for almost a full minute. "Do you really mean that, you little shit?" Rick's voice sounded dark and…dangerous. "R-Rick?" The half-finished invention fell to the floor with a heavy clank as the scientist abruptly stood up and Morty flinched at the loud sound. "For how long?!" "Wh--?" "Tell me how fucking long I have been living together under the same roof with such a disgusting piece of shit?!! I can't fucking believe you, Morty!! Are you really serious about this?! I'm your grandpa for fuck's sake!!" Rick yelled loud enough that the whole apartment complex wouldn't be able to overhear it. "Rick, I-I jush--I just—" "Shut up, Morty!! I don't wanna hear it!!" His grandpa began to storm out of the room and confused and slightly hesitant, he followed him. "And I'm not willing to p-put--I'm not gonna spent one fucking second more with such a creepy pervert in the same apartment!!" To Morty's horror, Rick had stomped into his room and began to throw open the closet and drawers – pulling on the latter so hard that they fell out of their hinges. He grabbed as much of Morty's clothes as he could and bundled them together before moving past the stunned teen, ripping open the front door and throwing them out. Still in shock, the young police officer could only watch as his grandfather repeated the actions a few times, all the while cussing him out as he did. Lastly, Rick began to shove him out as well. "I don't ever wanna see you again, you hear me, you filthy bastard?!" With those last words, he slammed the door shut in Morty's face. It took the brunet a full minute before the situation finally began to sink in. Rick had thrown him out. He had not only rejected him, but kicked him out of their shared apartment. Just what was he supposed to do now? Fat tears well up in his eyes and ran down his cheeks as he shakily tried to gather his things that were haphazardly strew across the floor. Picking as much as he could carry and having to leave the rest behind in the hallway, he looked for a hotel. He had no idea where else to go to at this hour after all. After entering the hotel room, he dropped his things carelessly on the floor and plopped down on the hard mattress. Curling up in a fetal position, he began to sob, his mind replaying to him what had just occurred around not even a full hour before. His Rick had rejected him. He hated him now. And he had thrown him out and never wanted to see him again. Morty had no place to go to now. No one to turn to. 'No, wait! There's…' While his body still shook with sobs, he reached with a shaky hand for his mobile phone. Through a veil of tears, he vaguely made out the display and searched for a specific number in his address book. However, before he hit the call button, he stopped again. He shouldn't be calling him. Not at this time of the night. Not because of something like this. No matter how much he just wished to listen to his voice right now, to tell him what happened and hear the other's caring words as he reassured him that the Citadel would keep its course, he really shouldn't bother Rick B-64. Throughout the rest of the night, he clutched the mobile to his chest and cried…

"…yeah, it's just until he finds a new place to stay at." The young police officer watched a little nervously how Rick called his Morty. It wasn't a big secret anymore that the elder and his grandson didn't get along very well and often argued. And he wouldn't want Rick to get into more trouble with the boy because he moved in with them. The offer was so nice, but he would decline if it only caused his partner trouble. "…I know that…Sorry, for calling during your working hours, but it seemed kinda important and if I'd just show up with him tonight, you would have ask why I didn't call you first!…yeah…okay…see you later." Rick hung up and focused his attention on his partner again. "He said it's okay and you can move in. After our shift is over, we drive to your hotel and get your stuff, okay?" "Yeah." Morty smiled, feeling relieved and grateful. "Thank you so much again for the offer." "Hey, I can't let my partner stay in a crappy hotel and I know how fucking long it takes to find a free apartment on the Citadel." The other simply shrugged him off. Rick's face turned suddenly serious and he knelt down in front of Morty, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Why haven't you already called last night and told me about this, Morty?" "I…it was late and I di-didn't want to bother you…" The boy admitted. "You're not a bother, Morty. When I gave you my number and told you that you can call me any time, I meant it. And I didn't just mean as longs as it's work-related." Morty was really surprised by Rick's words and behavior since it was so unusual for him to be this serious and openly acting worried about him. Sure, it wasn't the first time that it happened, but it was still a rare sight. And it really touched Morty. Unwillingly, tears rose to his eyes again and he tried to wipe them away only for more to appear. He felt so embarrassed, as a sob also wrecked his body. God, he had already cried himself out last night, so why did he have to start again now? "Come here, Morty." Rick drew him in his arms and gently rubbed over his back, letting him hide his face in his chest. Rick was glad that he had picked out a deserted hallway to make his call so the entire force wouldn't be witness to his small partner's breakdown. Though, if it would have happened out there, he would have thrown glares and threats at the others to mind their own fucking business again. Morty was already going through enough, the last he needed was for some Rick-holes to harass him. The boy didn't deserve this. In fact, Rick K-7α1 had no idea how fucking good he had it with him. That asshole didn't deserve Morty, the boy was far too good for him. Rick wanted to say all those things to the teen, but he was afraid that he might be saying too much. So he just held back and continued to comfort his sobbing partner by holding him. If he was honest, he also didn't deserve Morty. In fact, he should be really feeling bad right now, but he was only relieved that Morty had been rejected by his Rick. God, he was so fucking selfish…

Naturally, after moving in with Rick B-64 and his grandson, Morty tried to be as little a hassle to them as possible. Since he was allowed to live with them rent-free – even though he had offered to pay, to which Rick only told him that he shouldn't be rickdiculous – he thought that it was only fair that he helped with the housework at least. So, he took over the grocery shopping, cleaning the apartment, washing clothes, doing the dishes and sometimes cooking when the time and his shift allowed it. It wasn't like he hadn't been used to this from when he still lived with his Rick after all. Despite the slightly nagging feeling that he was a nuisance and shouldn't ever have bothered the B-64s, he actually liked living here. Though, it was probably much more that he enjoyed being in Rick's presence. Obviously, he enjoyed being at his partner's side at work already because the other always managed to make him laugh and cheer him up, distracting him from his dark thoughts and the heartbreak that he was still suffering from. Living with him was just like an extension of that time now since Rick acted just the same at home. The only difference was that they didn't have to worry about hunting after criminals after their shift was over (of course, with the exception of when they were on call). Unfortunately, moving in with the duo didn't do their unstable relationship any favors and more often than not, he unwillingly became a witness to one of their arguments, however petty the topics may have been. Just like this evening. Morty sat with Rick and his grandson at the dinner table, laughing about one of his jokes as the other Morty stood up and went to the cupboard. "God dang it! The mugs go to the left and the glasses to the right. Just don't put them all randomly together like that." He complained after he opened the cabinet door. "O-oh, sorry." Morty blushed, clearly ashamed. "I'll remember next time." "If you can't get it right then please just don't touch anything." The other brunet kept ranting on, as he started to take out all the cups and glasses and sorted them anew. "You're not doing anyone any favors with that." "S-sorry." The young police officer replied meekly. He hadn't really meant to get it wrong. He only wanted to help with the chores and felt bad that he was only inconveniencing his generous hosts. "Don't get your panties in a twist over a bunch of glasses, Morty." Rick threw in. "The boy is just trying to help around here. You should be thankful and not act like an inconsiderate asshole all the time." The elder sounded clearly fed up. Ever since his partner moved in, his Morty had been bitching more than ever. He was belittling his interdimensional counterpart every chance he got, it seems, and Rick couldn't stand to hear it anymore. Morty K-7α1 was trying hard and he was already going through a rough time, so the sweet boy didn't need to take shit like that on top of it all. That's not what he had intended when he had invited him to stay in their apartment. "I'm the inconsiderate asshole here, Rick?! I agreed to let your fuck toy stay in our apartment and I'm the inconsiderate one?!!" Morty's eyes widened at that. "What?! No, I'm not—" How could Morty B-64 think that of him – of them? "It's nothing like that and you know what very well, Morty!" Rick argued back. "Oh really, Rick? Looks quite different to me since all you do is ogle him even when I'm standing right next to you." Morty B-64 countered. "Tell me even one reason why I should let him stay if I'm so fucking inconsiderate!!" "Don't try to make this fight about him!" Morty K-7α1 couldn't take it anymore. "Aw geez…I'm so sorry! I don't want you to fight because of me. I can just leave, okay?" "Don't be stupid, Mo--K-7α1. You don't have to leave." "No, actually, I think it might be better if he would just go!" "God, will you just shut up for a fucking moment and stop trying to shift your fucking insecurities on others?!" "I-it's okay, I'll just go." K-7α1 never liked shouting and arguing. It reminded him too much of home. So, in order to make Rick B-64 and his Morty calm down again, he decided to just remove the topic of their argument. "What? No, Morty. You don't have to go." Rick called after him, but Morty already closed the apartment door from the outside. "Just great! I hope you're proud of yourself, Morty!!" Rick shouted at his counterpart. Morty had only grabbed his jacket when he left and not knowing where else to go, went to CentRick Park. It was probably best to get his stuff later and spent the night in a hotel room again. In a way, it was as if he was back to square one again. Exactly where he had been after his Rick had kicked him out. Of course, it had been stupid and rude of him to intrude into B-64's private life and apartment. Especially since he knew that Rick and his Morty weren't on best terms right now. He should have just declined that offer right from the beginning. That was probably what Rick had expected him to do anyways. He just had wanted to be nice to him and cheer him up again, but hadn't really thought that he would agree and really move in with them. It was his entire fault that they were fighting now and that the gap in their relationship widened even more. Without a doubt, his presence had made things worse. His Rick had been right when he said that he was just a filthy and disgusting piece of shit… Just why was he always such a fuckup? He sighed as he stared down at the lake, watching three ducks fight over some food in the water. There wasn't much fauna on the Citadel, but in order to give the giant space station a livelier feel, a small variety of different bird species had been brought here. They had started to accept the Citadel as their new home, just like the majority of Ricks and Mortys that lived here. Sometimes he wondered what would have been if he never left his dimension. How his life would be right now if he were still to live at home with his parents and sister. It certainly would be nothing like this now. That much was clear to him. "Morty!" A shout of his name brought him out of his deep thoughts. He turned around, not sure if whoever called, had really addressed him. After all, half of the Citadel's population went by that name. "Rick?" He was surprised when he saw none other than Rick B-64 running towards him. "What are you doing here?" He couldn't believe that the other had actually run after him. Normally, he should have stayed in his apartment, making up with his Morty. "Please come back, Morty." Was the only explanation that Rick gave him, sounding a little out of breath. "But, your Morty—" "Screw him! If he has such a problem with you staying under the same roof, then he can spent the night in a hotel." Morty was shocked. Was Rick seriously siding with him – choosing Morty K-7α1 over his own Morty? Rick held out a hand to him. "C'mon, Morty." Still stunned, the teen could only stare at the offered palm. "Please, Morty." Rick practically started to beg now. Morty still couldn't believe that this was really happening. However, when he reached out, the other's hand was solid and proof that this wasn't just a dream.

It should have probably come as no surprise that a few days later, the situation at Rick B-64's home escalated to the point that his Morty was packing his things. While the boy grabbed his valuables and crammed them into a suitcase, the Cop Rick didn't even bat an eyelash. He just sat in his armchair with his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes staring straight ahead at the TV that was turned off. Morty watched the whole spectacle with wide eyes, gaping mouth and a stiff posture. He wasn't sure if trying to intervene and stop the other Morty would help or only make things worse. So, he was stuck watching things unfold like a horrific train wreck. Just like often, the argument had started over a small thing – this time Morty K-7α1 had sorted the laundry wrong – and it broke out into a big fight. Just like a raging forest fire, which's source had been a not properly stubbed out cigarette. And again, the topic had focused on K-7α1 and whatever kind of relationship Morty B-64 thought that he and his Rick had. Of course, none of that was true, but Morty hardly managed to get a word in between the quarreling duo. No words were spoken as the packing boy shuffled through the apartment and after Morty B-64 slammed the door shut with a loud bang, laden with all the things that he was taking with him, time seemed to stand still for a moment. "Aww geez. I'm sorry, Rick." Morty muttered, shattering the silence. "What're you apologizing for, Morty? It's not like you did anything. This hadn't been working out since forever…" Rick replied in a surprisingly calm tone. "Good riddance…" He added under his breath. Still, Morty did feel guilty. While he might have not been the sole reason for this, he was at least certain that his being here had sped up the process. Maybe if he hadn't moved in with them, they might even have been able to resolve their problems and found back together to the kind of relationship that they used to have before. "Besides, this means that we have more space to ourselves now!" Rick said louder and winked at him. Worry was still painted on Morty's face. The guilt too heavy for him to just be cheered up so easily this time. Rick's face fell and he sighed. "Don't blame yourself for this, Morty. It really isn't your fault and there's no reason for you to feel guilty about anything." "But, I--if I hadn't—" "Morty, it's – not – your – fault!" The elder punctuated every word. "Okay?" Morty nodded slowly, but didn't look convinced. "Hey, le-let's go out and grab some ice-cream." Rick offered. "C'mon, Morty!" Without waiting for a reply, he jumped up from his seat, grabbed both of their jackets and Morty and pulled the boy out of the door.

Morty didn't like V-27's new partner. While Rick P-99 barely contributed to their conversations, the mostly quiet police officer was still likeable in his own way. He never thought that he would miss him like this though. True, Morty had preferred to work together with Cop Mortys and used to avoid the Ricks before, but things had changed. And now, he wished that Morty C-589 would just leave and get another job somewhere else. Try as he might, he just couldn't get himself to like his alternate counterpart and it didn't really have to do with the fact that he was so handsome…though, it had hurt him a little when Rick B-64 had said that the other Morty looked like a super model while Morty did not – true as it was. However, the one that he should pity more than himself was Rick V-27. It was pretty obvious that C-589 had set his sights on him, openly flirting with him every chance he got. Of course, V-27 showed that he wasn't interested – he loved his Morty and stayed faithful to him – but it certainly didn't help him. Especially now that his Morty seemed to be giving him a hard time at home. Morty wondered if there was something that he could do to help, but he was scared that if he tried something, he would only make it worse again. He had the tendency to screw things up even if it was anything but intentional. He was a Morty after all and most of them seemed to be complete fuckups by nature. He sighed as he washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. It was already late and his late shift was practically over so the restroom was completely empty and the hallways outside already dark. Rick was waiting for him so that they could drive home together – now that they lived in the same place, it only made sense. In his mind, he went over the next week's shift plan already. Since it was V-27's nightshift this week, it would be his and Rick's turn next week again. He actually hated the nightshift. It completely messed up his sleeping schedule. However, his partner loved to work the nightshifts. He would never get Rick and understand why though. When Morty returned from the toilet to join his waiting partner in the office and call it a day, he spotted none other than Morty C-589 sitting on B-64's desk in a flirtatious pose. V-27 was nowhere to be seen though. "Just admit that you can't say no to this." The young officer said, flinging his hair back and then stroking with one hand suggestively over his front. It made Morty question if his other dimensional counterpart really was a police officer or just a stripper dressed like one. The way he moved and acted suggested the latter. Rick grinned up at the Morty on his desk. "I admit that you're a hot piece of meat. Buuut, sorry~ Not my type." "What do you mean 'not your type'? You're not into Mortys?" C-589 looked and sounded irritated. "Oh no, no. I'm into Mortys, but I prefer cute over sexy." Just after he said that, he looked over to Morty K-7α1. C-589 snorted indignantly and jumped off the table again, his eyes also crossing with Morty's and his disdain for the curly haired boy showing openly on his face. "I get it. You prefer shy and inexperienced virgins." He replied without looking away from his other self. "Your loss then." Morty flushed at the accusation, but his mouth was sealed shut. "What are you even acting like that for? I thought you had your sights set on V-27. You really shouldn't be flirting with other Ricks at the same time." Rick fired back as he stood up ready to leave. "Pretty sure that's none of your business what I do when and with who?" C-589 replied arrogantly as he got comfortable in his own chair again. "Wow, what a slut." Rick muttered under his breath, but since he was passing Morty, the teen was able to hear it. Still at a loss for words, he followed his partner, the duo only throwing a quick goodbye (and from B-64 a "good luck") to V-27 who crossed them on their way with a full cup of coffee that he had just gotten for himself. It was silent in the car as they drove home. Morty still couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and stared out of the window. Though, his thoughts weren't only stuck on how his other-dimensional self had flirted with Rick. Before Rick could point out how silent he was, Morty spoke up. "Did you actually mean what you said?" "Huh? What exactly of all the things that I ever said do you mean?" "I mean that you like cute Mortys? …And you always keep saying that I'm cute. Do you mean that, too?" Morty still looked outside, not being able to bring himself to face Rick. "Yeah, I was serious about that. I mean, sure, C-589 is pretty, but I can't really stand his personality." Rick replied matter-of-factly. "And you are cute. Not gonna lie about that." For a moment, everything was silent again save for the sound of the car's motor. "D-does that mean that you like me?" Rick didn't answer him. Wordlessly he took a turn and parked the car in a free space in front of their apartment complex. "Rick!" Morty called after him as he just got out of the car, still ignoring him. Rick sighed. "Look, Morty. Can we just continue this inside?" Certainly, the parking lot wasn't the best place to discuss this, so silently agreeing, the teen got out, too, and followed the other into their shared apartment. After the door was closed, Rick rubbed with one hand over his face. "Yes, I do like you, Morty." He looked back at the boy with an unreadable expression. "And I also know that you still love that asshole who rejected you." He released another heavy breath and averted his eyes, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Actually, I-I'm not sure anymore…" Rick's eyes turned back to him. "For a while, I've been thinking that he isn't really the Rick that I love." "Morty, you don't have to—" the elder interrupted him. "I know that this--things are going to be awkward between us now, but I'm not gonna kick you out or act any different than I did before, so—" "No, Rick. I'm not doing this for you or because I'm scared that I'll be homeless again." It was Morty's turn to interrupt the other now, hoping that Rick would let him finish talking this time. "I always used to fall in love with the wrong people even before I moved with my Rick to the Citadel. They always ended up hurting me, treating me as if I'm just dirt or they led me on and used me until they grew bored and dumped me in the end. None of them were good for me, but I was always so blind—no, so desperate that I never saw that. But this time, I think, this--it's the first time that I fell for someone who's actually good to me. Who is good for me." "Morty, a Rick is never any good for anyone." "But you're a different Rick!" Morty insisted. And he knew that it was true. If Morty had learned anything in all the time that he spent with Rick B-64, then it was that not all Ricks were the same. Sure, he had his flaws, too, but in comparison, he was so much a better Rick than the others. And it were those differences that he fell in love with…without even noticing it until now. "Morty, I'm not really—" Rick was interrupted once more as the teen walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. Not being able to hold himself back, the elder returned the kiss. "Mm-Morty, wai—" He talked into the kiss and tried to bring a little distance between them again. "OW!" Morty had just bitten him in the lower lip…and not too gently. "Ease up on the teeth, Morty. I'm not going to reject you, okay?" Rick had to chuckle softly at the fact that Morty had actually heeded his advice from so long ago. "I just wanna make sure that this is really what you want. Are you really sure about this, Morty?" "Yes, I am, Rick." Morty's eyes shined brightly and were full of determination. "I love you." That's all that Rick needed to hear. He buried one hand in the teen's curly locks, throwing off the police cap as he did and kissed his younger lover hungrily. A little squeak of surprise escaped the teen from the suddenness of the action, but he reciprocated in kind, pushing his tongue back against the wet intruder and playing with it while a healthy blush bloomed on his cheeks. They continued to kiss wildly and noisily for the next few minutes as if air had just lost its importance. Then Rick pulled the boy tighter against his body and Morty's eyes widened as he could feel an unmistakable and tale-telling hardness. He broke the kiss and stuttered breathlessly. "W-R-Rick wait…please w-wait a second…" "What? What's wrong?" Rick sounded sincerely concerned. "I--can we not--I-I mean, this is all going a little fast…" He cringed inwardly because he really sounded so much like a virgin and Rick was surely going to point that out again as he always liked to do. "Chill, Morty. We don't have to do anything you don't want to." Despite the teen's expectations, Rick said these words with a serious voice. "If you wanna take it slow, we're gonna take it slow, all right?" "Are…are you really okay with that?" The teen asked in disbelieve. "I've waited so long for you, I can wait a bit longer. However long you need." Morty felt so relieved that Rick was so understanding instead of angry or calling him a pussy for this. He tightly hugged his lover and mumbled in the front of his shirt. "Thank you."

The same evening, they laid on the couch, spooning with Rick laying behind Morty and watching some TV. However, Morty was barely able to pay attention to the movie and it wasn't only because Rick had wrapped one arm around him and his hand was gently rubbing over his stomach in small circles. It also weren't the occasional soft kisses to the back of his ear or neck, though Morty was certainly surprised by the affections. He had never actually expected Rick to be a cuddly person. However, there was something else on his mind that was bothering him even though he knew that it was just silly. "Rick?" He turned around in the other's half-embrace and looked with big eyes up at him. "Hmm? What is it, Morty?" He got Rick's complete attention. "I…um…" He flushed and looked away, not being able to say aloud what he had been thinking about. God, it was just too stupid! "What's wrong, Morty?" "Uh…it's nothing! Ple-pl-please just forget it!" Morty backpedaled hard, screwing his eyes shut in embarrassment. "Morty, please look at me." Rick said sternly, but gently and the boy followed his wish. "You know, you can tell me anything. I won't get angry no matter what it is." "No—I mean, yes! I know! But…it's just really stupid…" "I'm sure, it's not stupid if it's important enough for you to bring it up." "I just…" How could he best formulate it? "…can we keep this to ourselves? I mean, us? Being together…at-at least for a while?" "Why do you want to keep our relationship a secret?" Rick didn't sound angry, but he was curious. Then it suddenly clicked for him. "Wait! Are you worried that you're getting bullied again? You know, I'm gonna beat the crap out of those Ricks if they dare!" "No, no. It's not really that…" Morty reassured him, but also felt happy that Rick would do that for him. "It just feels like it's a little soon? I-I'm just not ready to tell everyone yet…so, is it okay if we keep it a secret? Even from our friends? …at least for a little while longer?" Rick's answer surprised him. "Yeah, sure." "Really? You're really okay with it?" "I mean, I would love to shout it at the top of the Citadel, but if you want us to be quiet about it, I'll keep my mouth shut." Rick honestly didn't sound bothered by the request. "Probably best if we don't turn it into a big thing and make everyone else jealous 'cause we make such an awesome couple, right?" Again, Morty could be only surprised about the other's understanding and sympathy. Having Rick agree so easily and being so patient with him, made the young officer only love him more. So, he hugged Rick tightly and kissed him with all of his feelings and passion.

The duo was at the station again, doing their usual paperwork – though paperwork was probably the wrong word since everything was digitalized and they only worked with touchscreen monitors, so no actual paper was involved in their job. There was nothing out of the ordinary and the day seemed to be just like every other. However, everything changed when a sudden quake shook the entire building, causing desks and chairs to topple over and some ceiling lamps to fall and shatter upon impact with the ground. Police officers' surprised screams rose in volume as suddenly a part of the ceiling collapsed. Luckily, no one was buried under the debris, but naturally everyone was shocked and frightened. Even Morty's body trembled though he had hurried within mere seconds in the safe and strong arms of his partner, not caring that his other colleagues would see. "To all units, this is an emergency! I repeat. To all units, this is an emergency!" A Rick's voice spoke from their communicators. "We've received a message from the militia, that a criminal Rick had teleported the Citadel into a high security prison of the Galactic Federation. All units are ordered to assist the military against the attack of alien prisoners and Gromflamites. You are hereby granted the permission to shoot on sight and shoot to kill everything that is not a Rick or a Morty." Some of the Cops look a little confused at each other, but the first ones finally moved to follow the order, picking up their guns and heading out of the building. "C'mon, Morty." Rick released Morty from his hold again and grabbed his own weapon. Already on his way, he stopped again when he noticed that his partner wasn't following him. "What?" Morty looked reluctant when he tentatively answered. "I-I don't think that it's such a good idea to go outside…" "Morty, didn't you hear the order? All of us have to support the militia." Rick insisted. "I know that you're scared, but think about all the other Mortys and Ricks out there, who are also scared right now. We have to go and protect them. That's our job." Rick was right and he felt a little ashamed of himself that he had forgotten about this for a moment. "Okay." He nodded and readied his own firearm, following his partner outside with more confidence now. Even if he was still frightened by what would await them, at least Rick would also be there and he wouldn't have to face this alone. On the streets reigned chaos with cracked roads, collapsing buildings and Ricks and aliens shooting at each other. Morty and his partner also opened fire and shot a few prisoners and one or two armed Gromflamites down. As they took cover behind a piece of wall that had fallen down, Morty spotted two distressed Mortys on the other side of the street. They looked freaked out and like they had no idea where to go or what to do. "Rick!" He tried to get his partner's attention. As the other looked over to him, he motioned with his head to the two teens. "We have to get them to safety." Rick nodded and after shooting down a few more aliens, they dashed over to the boys and brought them back to their somewhat safe hiding spot. After witnessing a Guard Morty leading Ricks and Mortys into a building that looked like an abandoned store, they ushered the recued brunets also in there. Seemingly having found his purpose, Morty concentrated on finding more citizens and getting them to this shelter. Though, it were mostly Mortys since the Ricks rather opted to fight back against the intruders with their own guns. The police officers disregarded the fact that they were actually prohibited from carrying weapons since the current circumstances were exceptional. The young cop was so focused on spotting more survivors that would need his help that he didn't notice something very important. "Watch out!!" Morty was suddenly swept off his feet as his partner suddenly pushed him to the side, both rolling over the sidewalk. Mere seconds later a big piece of debris crashed into the ground right where the boy had previously stood. With bulging eyes, Morty stared at the spot, his heart racing inside his chest as he realized how close he had been to being crushed. "Thank you." His voice sounded faint as he and Rick got on their feet again. "The knight always protects his princess." B-64 replied with a grin, though he also looked a little shaken. Normally, Morty would protest back at this remark, but now wasn't really the right time for that. Noticing that his partner was still a little distressed from what had just happened, B-64 grabbed him by the shoulders. "You should head back to the shelter and make sure that everything is okay over there and I'll keep looking for more citizens, okay?" "No, Rick! No solo actions, remember?" "Don't worry. I won't do anything reckless." Rick tried to assure him. As much as Morty hated to part with him, his legs were still trembling and not only from shock but also from exhaustion. They had been fighting for hours. So unable to continue running around and shooting aliens, he was forced to except the offer. "Okay." He nodded. "But please be careful!" "I will." Rick gave him kiss. "Take care!" Morty returned back to the shelter, helping defend it against some still randomly attacking prisoners and assisting the medics in taking care of the wounded people that were brought in while taking a small break between his tasks as a Doctor Rick ordered him to rest for a little while. Occasionally, his partner escorted someone to the shelter and the teen was relieved to see him briefly even if Rick was quickly back out again to continue. However, after the time span of his last visit increased to a worrisome length, Morty decided to check back outside again. It had turned mostly silent now in comparison to the sound of gunfire and screams from hours ago and the air felt thick even though the dust had mostly settled after the destruction of many buildings. The atmosphere was tense and it felt like something could jump out at you at any moment. Even if it was unsettling, the young police officer continued on his way, having regained some of his lost energy again. He really began to worry about his partner. Despite the physical enhancements even Rick must be feeling fatigued at this point and should take a rest. There was nothing wrong with a small break after all the hard work they had done even if Morty himself had had trouble to get himself to relax a little in this situation. The sound of gunshots got the teens attention and with a heavy lump in his gut, he ran in the direction of the noises. He only hoped that Rick was okay. Thankfully, as he rounded the corner of the street, he found out that it was indeed Rick B-64, who had been shooting. However, his situation didn't look too bright at the moment. Somehow, he ended up surrounded by some aliens. Forced to surrender, he dropped his gun to the floor and lifted his arms in the air. Yet, the grins and cackling of the prisoners, who were armed with some street signs, buff muscles or some dangerous-looking alien-appendages, promised that they wouldn't let him off the hook this easily. Before Morty could even start to imagine what they might do to his partner and lover, something like instinct took over and he charged in, weapon drawn. Rick happened to see him and wisely ducked out of the way as the teen opened fire, shooting down one alien after the other with deadly precision. After everything was over, B-64, who still sat on the ground, stared wide-eyed at the corpses before looking up at his partner. "Wow! Morty!" He was honestly impressed. Morty replied cooly, "I told you before, Rick. I'm a very capable police officer and not a damsel in distress." Rick burst out into laughter – more from relieve than the slightly absurd situation. Even the tenseness on Morty's muscles vanished and a smile stole itself on his face. "Holy hell, Morty! I had no idea that you could actually be this badass!" He managed to get out between some almost hysterical guffaws as the other helped him up. "Looks like you actually saved my ass." "I'll always protect my boyfriend when I need to." Maybe Morty sounded a little too cocky when he said that, but Rick honestly didn't care. Instead, he pulled the boy into a hug and kissed him deeply, which the brunet eagerly returned…

This horribly long day finally came to an end and they were eventually able to return home to their apartment to rest up. Thankfully, their apartment block was still intact and they only had to clean up a relatively small mess and straighten up some of the furniture that had toppled over. However, after they finally showered and sank into their bed exhausted and muscles aching, Morty though about something. They had both come so close to death today and because of that he finally came to a decision. Of course, his lover had already fallen asleep after his head hit the pillow and Morty was also in no condition for it right now, but he was finally sure that he was ready to have sex with Rick now. Logically speaking, they were both working in a dangerous line of work. Being on the police force, meant that they put their life on the line daily. Even if they lived in a place that was solely inhabited by alternate versions of themselves – no, especially since they lived in a place inhabited solely by alternate versions of themselves – there was a high risk that each day could be their last one. However, a mundane everyday life often filled with cases that involved lesser crimes and the only form of resistance being culprits trying to run away from the justice that they represented, often led to childish ignorance. Of course, there were also the occasional shootings, but even those became part of the stupidly boring routine. So, it was only today – after literally staring death in the eye, just being inches away from it – that, Morty realized, how quickly it could be over. For either of them. So what was the point in waiting any longer? Why was he trying to withhold this from both of them? It was just stupid! Rick had been complaining that his Morty tried to push his insecurities on others and wasn't he just doing the same thing with this? Well, he would do it no longer!! Naturally, Morty was giddy the next day, but also not sure, how he should tell Rick the news. After finally settling on a direct approach and just outright saying it, he had trouble finding the right moment to do so. So, it actually had to wait until after work. Ironically, Rick was the one who started the conversation by asking him what had been up with him the entire day since he seemed to have noticed his nervousness. And this eventually led them to where they were right now, sitting on their bed, clad only in boxer shorts. "Morty? Are you really sure about this? Is it really okay that I'm going to be the one who's taking your v-card?" Red bloomed on the boy's cheeks and he pouted cutely. "I've told you before, Rick. You have no idea if I ever had sex or not. So don't say that!" He replied indignantly. "Morty." Rick sounded even more serious than before. "If you don't stop acting like that, I'm really going to treat you as if you aren't a virgin. So just admit it since I already know that this is your first time." The teen felt called out and drew circles on the sheets with his index finger, looking abashedly at his lover. "…I just don't want you to tease me the whole night about it…" He answered in a small voice. Rick's face and tone softened. "I wouldn't do that, Morty." Morty seemed to be okay with that answer as he sat up a little straighter. "Please be gentle?" "Of course, I will. You don't even have to ask me that." Rick replied and leaned forward. As their lips met, Morty moaned softly and wrapped his arms around the other's neck, eagerly reciprocating. He loved kissing Rick. The elder was just such a great kisser. While they made out, gentle fingers glided over the warm skin on his back, stroking over his shoulder blades and trailing along his spine. The touches were so soft that it sent a shudder through his body. Once more Morty moaned in the other's mouth as the hands went over his shoulders and down his arms, the contact soothing and arousing him at the same time. The fingers moved back up again, briefly ghosting over the sensitive skin of his throat before they came to rest at the back of his neck, tickling right below the hairline. Meanwhile, Rick had released his lips and peppered his cheek with kisses and going lower. Morty's fingers found their way in the other's blue locks as Rick began to suck on the spot where neck met shoulder, intent on leaving a mark of his claim there. Feeling self-conscious, he bit his lip, barely stifling a whine that escaped him and he could feel hands running down his sensitive sides, playfully teasing his ribs. The appendages stopped at his hips – brushing down the waistband of his underwear the tiniest bit – then journey upwards again, this time over his front. His stomach quivered from the feather-light touch and his breath hitched when the sensation passed briefly over his nipples, which had already hardened slightly from anticipation and the room temperature. Coming to rest on his shoulders, he obediently followed as Rick gently directed him to lay on his back. Sinking into the mattress, Morty relaxed and watched the other curiously. Rick's lips disconnected from his neck again and he briefly admire the dark reddish-purple mark he left there, then licked briefly over it and kissed his way down the younger's body. Morty gasped and then bit his knuckle as the elder reached one of his nubs, treating it with slow and deliberate licks. A grin stole itself on Rick's face as he heard the small noises and he glanced up into the blushing boy's face. The younger was already panting, his ribcage heaving heavily with each breath. Admiring the sight only briefly, Rick continued his journey. Lips ghosting over ribs and a soft stomach, he halted just underneath Morty's navel, noticing how the sounds became gradually louder and his small lover began to writhe underneath him. That Morty didn't appreciate the pause showed very obviously through a loud whine and his attempt to push down Rick's head so he would continue further. The elder only chuckled at the antics. "Do you want me to suck your dick, Morty?" He asked even though he knew the answer very well. "You know, if you want me so suck it, you gonna have to ask for it nicely first." "Aw geez, Rick. Are you serious?" The younger complained. The grin on Rick's face, as well as the fact that he merely toyed with the waistband of his shorts, was answer enough and he sighed softly as a deeper color clouded his cheeks. Shyly, he begged. "…Please, Rick." "Please what, Morty?" The brunet whined again. He couldn't believe that Rick was really making him do this. That he was really expecting Morty to say it. But considering how much the other loved to tease him, he really shouldn't be surprised. Seeing as this was going nowhere, Morty finally gave in. "P-please suck my dick, Rick." "Good boy." Rick said and the next moment, he pulled down his underwear and swallowed his already erect member in one go. The brunet keened and bucked into the other's hot mouth, but hands on his hips held him down again. Rick's thumbs soothingly stroked over the warm skin while he bobbed his head, slurping sounds accompanying his actions. "Nghn…nhn…Rick…" Morty was having trouble keeping his voice in check. It just felt so good~ Rick's tongue was swirling expertly around his length and his cheeks hollowed with each powerful suck, creating a vacuum on each upward motion. All of this was so distracting that he didn't even notice as one of the hands left his hips. However, he did jump a little in surprise when he felt a curious finger poking against his entrance. "Uh…um…Rick?" "Relax, Morty." Rick lifted his head. "I have to prep you first, you know." The boy looked skeptical, his brows drawn together and probably rethinking this entire thing. Rick sighed, then sat up and reached for the nightstand. "It's really okay, Morty. I-I'll use lots of lube." With those words, he opened the tube that he had fished out of drawer of the bedside table and poured a huge dollop on his fingers. "See?" He held his lube-covered hand up for demonstration. "Just relax. Trust me. You-you're gonna like it." Doubt was still written all over the younger's face, but deciding to trust his lover, he relaxed back into the mattress again. His thighs parted to give the other more room, but it was obvious that he was still a bit reluctant about the whole thing. Rick vowed mentally to rectify that though. So, he went back to taking the boy's cock down his throat while one lubed up finger sought out the pink little pucker again. In slow, circling motions, he massaged the clear gel into the rim, only very slowly adding pressure. A whined gasp escape the boy as his entrance yielded to the pressure and the digit smoothly slid inside him. His fingers fisted tightly into his lover's hair again and his face scrunched up, looking as if he couldn't decide whether he liked the feeling or not. Being as patient as a Tibetan monk, Rick only slightly wriggled his finger against the tensed up walls and after a while, Morty's expression changed and he relaxed again, the foreign feeling slowly starting to become more welcome. Noticing the difference, the elder slowly moved the digit back and forth, gently finger fucking him and trying to widen him by adding a barely noticeable rotating motion. Soft and hardly repressed moans signaling that the brunet really seemed to like it now motivated the more experienced of the two to add another finger. This time the newcomer was more welcomed and Morty only briefly tensed up in surprise before calming quickly down again. "AAH!" With a sudden jolt, Morty bucked into Rick's mouth while pushing the older one's head down into his pubes with both hands. The searching fingers had found his prostrate and brushed over the spot again, causing the teen to jerk and moan loudly once more. Rick didn't care that the other was starting to fuck into his mouth now while holding his head down, only humming around the boy's cock without any complaint or resistance. All the sensations made the young police officer slowly loose his mind and he wasn't even fully aware anymore of what he was doing. His thighs clamped around the other's head as Rick swallowed around him and jabbed into that sweet spot again in a matching rhythm. It didn't take much of that stimulation before Morty's back arched of the bed and he came in his lover's mouth with a weak cry. Dropping back on the mattress, he finally released Rick from his tight hold, who only scissored against the twitching walls a few last time before sliding his fingers back out again. Sitting slightly up again, Rick groaned as he looked at the panting boy's flushed face. He just looked so fucking cute and sexy at the same time. Grabbing the lube again, he slid down his boxer briefs and began to lube up his own erection, which was hard and an angry red already. Honestly, he had no idea where he took all this patience, but it was obvious that it was slowly starting to thin out. As he positioned his member at Morty's entrance, the younger looked back at him with big eyes. He could clearly see fear in those brown orbs, but also so many more emotions. The most obvious one was love. "It's okay." He whispered reassuringly. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax, okay?" "O-okay." The younger whispered back with a slight nod. Rick leaned forward, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Slowly, the elder pushed forward and Morty whimpered, fingers digging into the pillow. Trying to distract his partner from the discomfort, Rick took the boy's member in his hand and stroked it. It took a while, only miniscule progress, but eventually the elder bottom out, being all the way inside his smaller lover. Although it was almost torture, Rick held still, letting them both adjust to the new sensations while petting the boy. It really wasn't easy for him with that tantalizing heat clenching around him. Morty murmured softly, his hands loosening their grip on the pillowcase and he slightly began to squirm underneath his lover. With a blushing face, he shyly looked up. "Pl-please move…Rick?" He begged. The boy didn't need to ask twice and the elder hoisted his legs up, letting Morty's calves rest on his shoulders. Giving another peck to the soft skin on the brunet's leg, he slowly withdrew before thrusting back in at a slightly quicker pace. Taking the reactive moan as incentive, Rick set a rhythm, steadily pounding into the younger. Fingers were clawing into the bedsheets now and shyly Morty tried to hold back his moans. He failed at one particular hard thrust, turning his head to the side and biting his knuckle. "Goddammit, Morty! You really need to stop being so fucking cute because you're driving me insane like this!" Rick went harder, the sight that the boy made for him, really becoming almost too much for him. A protesting retort laid on his tongue, but Morty just blushed more profusely and called out when the intruding flesh brushed against his prostrate. While this was all good and fine – Rick really didn't want the boy to hold back and hear every little sound he could coax out of him – he was becoming more interested on achieving a slightly different goal. That goal was to figure out what his partner's favorite position is. The response that he got right now was good, but he was convinced that he could get a better one. So, Rick put the teen's legs down again and lifted Morty up and on his lap. Thin arms wrapped around his neck as the boy bounced up and down on his cock. "Ahh…aghn…R-Rick…hah…" 'Hmm…getting warmer.' The elder thought, but still wasn't quite satisfied with the result. He lifted the boy up and off his dick, Morty whining as he slid out of him. Chuckling at the displeased noise, he turned the teen around and made him get on his hands and knees on the bed. Without any commentary, he quickly slid back inside the younger, taking him from behind. The sounds that the smaller police officer emitted where louder than before, having a slightly higher pitch. 'This sounds pretty good…might have found it.' Rick tightly gripped the teen's hips, driving even faster and harder into him and enjoying what he heard. However, he suddenly remembered something and curious as he was, felt the need to try it out. He had been asking Morty at one point about his favorite position, so he maneuvered the boy to lay on his side, smoothly following him until they were spooning. The response was instantaneous and surprising. "RICK!!" Morty tried to grab his back to pull them together even closer even though there was no gap between them. Their legs were entangled and every inch of their skins touched, their bodies wedged tightly together and in constant contact. "Holy crap! I had been right all along? This really is your favorite position, Morty?" Rick was surprised, but also mighty proud that he had figured it out right from the beginning. While it was a more ideal position for cuddling than for fucking, Rick still held tightly onto his lover and thrusted into him, trying to go deep and at a nice pace. Fortunately, it was pretty easy to stimulate Morty's g-spot like this. "Hngh…hnn…R-Rick, Rick!" The teen's voice sounded frantic, his emotions probably overwhelming him right now. Rick was quick to shush him. "Shh, shh. Everything's okay. I'm right here, Morty." Nuzzling into the younger's neck, kissing and sucking on the skin of his shoulder and pulling him closer, both arms wrapped around the small body in a loving embrace while he kept the current gentle pace going, he hoped this would also help the boy to calm down again. One of Morty's hands clung to his arm, the other was running up and down the older one's side, not really sure what to do at the moment. When Rick began to stroke his erection again, timing the rhythm with his thrusts, the brunet couldn't help but fuck into his hand. He also felt how his lover was thrusting into him every time that he moved back on his cock and everything was just so intense. Their bodies were so close, the heat enveloping both of them, sweat trailing along skin and it was like Rick was everywhere – his touch, his scent – and it all threatened to engulf him, losing his sense of self and fusing together with his lover, truly becoming one. The whole experience was just overwhelming. Of course, it didn't take much more of those sensations and the stimulation and Morty came with a pitiful whine, his seed spilling over Rick's hand and the sheets. A few thrusts more into the tunnel that rhythmically massaged his flesh with its spasms and Rick also released inside him with a loud groan. Refusing to let go of his lover, they stayed like this and the scientist-turned-cop gently caressed the exhausted boy's sweaty body and kissed the back of his neck. Entangled like this, they eventually fell asleep, both feeling comforted, warm and loved.

AN: I'm sorry it's so long, but I hope you liked to see the story from the perspective of these two :)

Part 5 of Citadel Cops in Love

Part 1 of Citadel Cops in Love: Finding Love on the Citadel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Part 2 of Citadel Cops in Love: A Morty’s Kinks

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Part 3 of Citadel Cops in Love: A Rick’s Jealousy and Possessiveness

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Part 4 of Citadel Cops in Love: Some Things Will Never Change

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Part 6 of Citadel Cops in Love: One Rick’s Happiness is another Rick’s Sadness

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