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I love his reaction in the pilot episode when he realizes that Morty is actually in distress, he really has always cared about him, he's just learning how to show it very slowly
#he literally just wants morty to think he's a cool fun grandpa#i want them to be a happy family so bad dude#rick and morty#rick sanchez#morty smith#rick and morty season 1#pilot episode
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Family chaos
hello fellow afab trans person, afab nonbinary person here 😎🏳️⚧️
how about a morty x tall black male plus size reader one shot? (want them to be the same age so they can be any age tbh)
reader is considered cool and mysterious and doesn’t show much emotion, but is just a very shy dude wanting friends and doesn’t know how he got popular and morty has like a huge crush on him. reader and morty somehow bumped into each other and decided to hang out for a little bit. rick finds out about morty’s crush and basically embarrasses him in front of reader by being…rick. blah blah blah chaos ensues blah blah. then after morty and reader’s little day together, reader chuckles and gives morty a kiss.
(not me typing a whole paragraph 🏃🏾)
College!Morty x Tall!Black!Male!Reader
Btw, you and Morty are 19
"Ah- Sorry, Morty, didn't see ya there," (Name) chuckles, helping Morty from the floor. "O-Oh, it- it's fine, no biggie," Morty laughs, waving his hand. You see, (Name) was Morty's bisexual awakening, so you can understand why Morty is so nervous around (Name), even though (Name) was very open about being Bisexual and Homoromantic. He simply thought he was no match for the darker-skinned male. This was, however, not the case, as said taller male, had a little infatuation with the Smith.
Back to the story.
"So uh, Morty, wanna hang out after class? There's this new cafe downtown, and I wanted to maybe check it out with you," (Name) asks, folding his arms in front of the shorter male. Morty nods excitedly, smiling happily "Yeah! Uh, where will we meet up?" he asks, tilting his head, rather cutely (Name) may add. The taller male simply chuckles. "At the school gate, where else?" he says, shrugging his shoulders lightly, to which Morty flushes, chuckling too, albeit awkwardly.
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"Ah, that's the bell, huh?" (Name) smiles, "See 'ya, Morty!" he says, waving his hand in a 'bye bye' motion, walking to class. Morty watches the retreating form of the male, a lovestruck look in his eyes. He could not wait for later.
Classes had just let out, and Morty was ecstatic. He waited by the gate, watching everyone pass by. A hand suddenly grabs his shoulder roughly, turning him around. "M-Morty, the fu- euurp- fuck you doing? I got this thing-" a hand is placed on Morty's other shoulder "Excuse me, sir, what do you want from my friend?" (Name)'s blank, monotone voice fills Morty's ears, also filling him with panic. He can't let Rick embarrass him in front of his crush AND his literal bisexual awakening. "H-Hey, (Name), this is my grandpa, Rick. Rick, this is my friend, (Name)" Morty smiles, chuckling nervously. (Name) let's go of Morty's shoulder, letting his hand drop and move to hold Mory's, to which the shorter male flushes. "I- oh, uh" Morty laughs nervously, looking away. Rick notices this and puts two and two together. Morty had a crush on this guy, and this guy probably feels the exact same way. Oh, he was gonna have fun with this. Letting go of Morty's shoulder, Rick smirks, holding his hand out for a handshake. (Name) responds by reciprocating the said handshake, staring Rick dead in the eyes. This was, for sure, scaring Morty. "Loosen up a bit, kid," Rick's smirk widens, chuckling. (Name) merely nods. Turning to look at Morty, (Name) lets go of the older man's hand, moving the hand that was once on his shoulder to hold Morty's warmer one. Morty flushes pink, chuckling. "Let's go, Morty," (Name) smiles warmly, giving Rick a slight look, before tugging Morty in the direction of the cafe for their date hangout.
"(N)-(Name!)" Morty whines, hiding his face in his hands. Rick had insisted on joining them, and (Name) took this chance to sit beside the smaller male, who is currently extremely flustered, as (Name) has pulled the said shorter male, onto his lap, staring blankly at Morty's grandfather. Rick wanted to know who this kid was, as he'll obviously be dating Morty, not now, but eventually. So in came the rapid-fire questions
"So kid, how old are you?"
"19"
"What are you majoring in?"
"(Insert.Major)"
"How did you and Morty meet?"
"In the cafeteria, he looked lonely, so I invited him to sit with me and my friends"
"Why do you like my grandson?"
Morty immediately cut off Rick. "W-What??! Rick!" he says, even more flustered. "You can't just-" "I can't say, there are too many reasons," (Name) sighs, looking away, a light tint of pink on his cheeks. Rick laughs. "Aight, I've heard enough, I'm satisfied. Morty, be sure to tie him down when you can, he's a keeper," Rick sighs, standing up and leaving, waving behind him. Morty looks dead inside, thinking of how embarrassing that was. His thoughts are cut off by a gentle peck on his cheek. He turns to look at (Name), like a cute little puppy, may (Name) add. "That was some Family Chaos, wasn't it?"
#rick and morty#morty smith#morty#morty x male reader#morty smith x male reader#x male reader#male reader#r&m#lgbt#homoromantic#bisexual#bisexual awakening#rick sanchez#college morty#lgbtqia
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Do you have any hopes for the season finale? I saw in another ask, you described the dynamic between rick and morty this season as "very weak, distant, and downright frankly boring" and I completely agree with you! I hope that, because this is most we'll see rick and morty interacting this season, it'll have at least a few moments of what makes their dynamic so interesting to watch.
(Ok i started airing my grievances with this season, which ended up being... long, so skip this paragraph (starting at / / /) to get to my thoughts on the finale)
Oh gosh I remember that ask (I think-). And yeah, maybe I'm being a bit overly critical. I'll probably look back on this season with retrospect, and a kinder, fonder view. Ik androgynousblackbox (think thats right) made a great point about it being the season FOR rickorty shippers. And sure, I agree on some bits, like Rick acting all pissy and partying the way you would if your ex got with someone new in the planetina ep. Overall though, i think my problem lies in that I was enjoying more individual moments than episodes themselves, especially the middle three. For example- Amortycan Grickfitti. Like, I really liked the idea of the Ship getting on a crazy adventure with Summer and Morty (and Chutback). I like the idea of a Beth-Jerry-Rick adventure. But put together, it's just kinda... meh? You know? I liked the first half of the Thanksgiving special... but it kinda dragged on after that. I get that they want to give other characters (particularly female ones) more attention, which is completely understandable and i encourage it(!) but I can't help but find it underwhelming. Like, Summer in the voltron ep was like- girl how are you STILL vying for Rick's attention! He's the worst! Haven't we done this already? (I will say though I ADORE how far Beth has come, props to her for continuing to seeing through her dad's BS. I was worried the character would relapse into a more typical s1/s2 Beth, and I'm glad she didn't). Some of these plots, funnily enough, seem more fitting of the comics (they actually had a voltron parody already). Fun and entertaining for two or three-something issues, not so much a 22 minute episode. i think most of my complaints come from the dynamic between our titular characters- ok, I know I'm very biased (I mean you can see it), but I came to the show primarily for their relationship. It doesn't even feel drama-fueled, just that they kinda... can't be arsed. I'm torn because on the one hand, they're unhealthily codependent and this separation is probably a good thing, but on the other... it doesn't feel natural? I'm not sure if that's the right word- it's like, season 4 had them practically joint at the hip, but all that's suddenly flung out the window. It just kinda feels like this "i got better things to do" vibe from both of them and its strange. The only time they both got a solo adventure (I'm classifying "solo" as an adventure where they spent a significantly large portion of time together, without the other family members) was in the sperm ep and Thanksgiving ep. And, well, in the Thanksgiving ep Morty felt like a side character in his own show, and the sperm ep... um. Yeah. I don't think it's AS bad as people were saying, but I was cringing the whole time (the second hand embarrassment for Morty was so strong I had to turn off the episode multiple times and return to it. It's just like- godammit MORTY). And I think there's good reason those two seemed to be the most disliked episodes overall. They're the ones RaM spend the most time together and it's... meh. Meh? Meh. I don't mean to say the season overall is bad (it has loads of good points, and its amazing for Smith family as a whole) just that if we're talking specifically about the dynamic between these two? Yeah, I wouldn't recommend a single episode from this season so far to use as an example of their relationship.
/ / /
There's one thing this season has been pretty good at, though. And it's showing us what happens when Rick is alone.
And that brings me to the finale.
"Who is Rick without Morty?"
Well... we already know the answer to that. Pathetic. Sad. Lonely.
This season has been phenomenal in humbling Rick. (And trust me I'm happy for it- every time someone beats the crap outta this shitty old man I'm like YES!!! IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES!). Ep 1 had his "nemesis" clearly besting him, ep 2 had Beth making constant digs (love her) and overall pointing out his extreme callousness and cruelty towards even himself(ves). Ep 3- when Morty shows interest in a girl and ditches him (like seriously it's not like he's moving out, chill) he immediately goes on a bender and develops a deep attachment to the first person he can (wearing yellow, funnily enough). Ep 4, he devotes himself to becoming an "honest man" for his new child, only for it to instantly be taken away from him. Ep 5 highlights how RICK is the asshole for making fun of and taking advantage of someone well-meaning and honest, if "simple", and how literally not cool that is. Ep 6 has his crazy rivalry with the president, and they both get smacked down a couple pegs for that. Ep 7 shows what happens when he allows himself to get carried away, and that he can end up driving everyone else away in the process (lucky they still wanted to save his ass when he needed them). And episode 8? Hooooo boy. Episode. 8. We see a direct parallel in Birdperson with Morty, and the whole "Rick and [insert] 100 years!" Rick has few people he cares about, arguably only one or two that he truly devotes himself to, but when he does, boy does he go HARD. We see younger Rick, optimistic, energetic, friendly and hopeful. And we see all of that crushed in minutes. Rick is desperate for a companion, someone to see the stars with. He needs someone there, someone he can trust and rely on to stay. Someone like Morty. So without Morty, who is Rick?
No one.
And the thing is, Morty doesn't need Rick anymore. Not like Rick needs him. In season 1, Morty was this bright-eyed kid who was new to the cosmos and the multiverse, who needed his grandpa there with him as they explored all these places together. But that's not him anymore. That's not them.
The promo has Morty using the portal gun to go somewhere w/o Rick's permission (i like to think it's boob world lol). It doesn't matter to me as much where he's going, as much as he's doing it alone. He doesn't just not need Rick there, he doesn't want him.
(Also correct me if im wrong but I've missed that sweet portal gun so much. I think the last ep was like- the first time this season we saw it).
Morty's response to Rick? "Replace me!". And wow. Wow. WOW. Morty doesn't give a FUCK! I think Rick thinks that because he's so smart, that he can offer so much, that Morty will come crawling back, and I don't think he will.
Hopes for the finale! Hmm. I mean, I definitely hope "evil" Morty makes a reappearance, haha. I think we all do tbh ;). I want to see some Morty development too, this season has been very Rick-centric (not that there's anything wrong with that!) so I wanna see what's in store for Our Boy. I really hope we get to see the Citadel again, and see the state it's in, but I doubt it. We know something super big is in store, it's just a question of what? Other hopes I have is some Summer + Beth action (please let them team up Im BEGGING) and Jerry too ahaha. I'd love if some other side characters made an appearance as well. Oh- I'm definitely expecting a dramatic cliffhanger at the end of the first half leading to the second half, with the kind of angsty music that leads into the credits (pls that shit is so good (OH WAIT imagine if it was like, for the damaged coda, but like- the chopin version or smth so it could be more subtle maybe bruhhhh)). Ok haha, maybe that's asking too much, the writers made it clear in the story train ep that they weren't gonna do that big dramatic showdown (... unless 👀). Oh, I'd also love some Premium Angst too, like someone getting kidnapped/nearly dying (like ACTUALLY nearly dying). These stakes better be so damn high I could spear a man on them! OH, also I remember androgynousblackbox (is that right? I hope it is) mentioned something along the lines that they could be driving Rick and Morty apart this season in order to have them come back together stronger than ever in an explosive finale, which, I'm strongly hoping for myself.
Thanks if you made it this far! If you have any thoughts on or hopes of your own for the finale please feel free to share! :D
#ohmygod im sorry#i rambled way too long#akdjsksaksn#someone needs to take this phone away#also AGAIN im not shitting on s5 as a whole i actually quite like it#its just the RaM dynamic thats lacking#but again that could be intention so ig we'll see#RaM#rick and morty#meta#?#long post#citrus speaks#oh wait i should probably tag to be safe#rickorty mention
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I’m in a Discord server with @onemoontorulethemall , and they shared a whump idea that held me at gunpoint until I wrote a fic. Thank you for the inspiration for one of the longest fics I’ve ever written!
Title: Of Monsters and Men
Fandom: Rick and Morty
Word Count: 1684
Warnings: whump, serious injuries, uncensored swearing, canon-typical familial dysfunction (Seriously. If you’re not familiar with the show, this means quite a bit of dysfunction.)
Description: Based on the first arc (Issues 1-3) of the Rick and Morty comics, but the bug doesn’t escape the garage and... you’ll see. Read that if you want to catch cool references, but hopefully this works as a standalone too. But also, read the comic if you’re a fan of Rick and Morty. It deserves more love.
It had been three months since Morty had returned home without Rick: three full months without adventures, without purpose, and with one less person around to yell at him. Morty still didn’t understand why Rick had let him use the one-person portal out of that prison maze. Maybe Rick was done with this family and had finally decided to leave. Well, Morty was sick of living like this. He had to do something. Morty snuck into the garage, loaded some weapons into Rick’s car, and took off.
He barely made it past Mars when he was pulled over by space cops. The trial was much faster this time- he had already been found guilty, and this time Morty didn’t hesitate to make a mockery of the court system. It wasn’t that he wanted to go die in space prison, but he no longer had the energy to care about being good. If things went south, it was just one last hurrah for Morty, you know? No big deal.
They sent him to the same prison as before- Clackspire Labyrinth. Huge monsters and swarms of smaller monsters, none of which Morty recognized, attacked. Morty used Rick’s hidden panels to find weapons that made it easy to slice through every threat. He didn’t feel tired. He was fueled by spite and the desire to not die pathetically.
Morty heard the sounds of monsters being slashed around the next corner. This was strange- none of the prisoners he’d seen survived more than a couple hours, and there hadn’t been any new drop offs. Suddenly, a voice:
“WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB! EAT THAT!” followed by a blast. Rick? It couldn’t be. His mind must be playing tricks on him. Or worse, this could be just another part of the torture.
“Rick” killed the monster and ran around the corner, bumping right into Morty. “Morty? Wh-what are you doing here?” he asked.
“Oh don’t act so surprised. I know you’re just another monster.” Morty raised his gun, but despite himself, he hesitated.
“Says you, you’re probably the monster! Why the hell would Morty be here?” This image of Rick was pretty realistic. He looked human, not robotic at all, and he was clearly scuffed.
“Enough! I’m going to kill you.” Morty fired, and a ray blasted through Rick’s chest. Wow, this thing had blood? This prison did not half ass psychological torture.
The fake Rick coughed and sputtered as robotic needles stitched flesh back together from the inside. The real Rick had tech on every organ to make him essentially unkillable, and apparently this monster was the same. “Don’t… cross me, you piece of shit.”
“I’ll cross whoever I want! You- you think I'm going to give up?”
Just then, the Rick monster fired a ray gun at Morty. To Morty’s shock, the mortal wound began to heal itself in the same way the Rick’s had. He didn’t remember any loss of consciousness between the trial and being dropped into the maze, and why would they have put such modifications in a prisoner who was supposed to die? But to assume that Rick, the real Rick, had installed them made even less sense. Morty was always expendable, nothing more than a human shield.
Morty pushed the questions aside. He was not going to lose now. “Just because neither of us can die doesn’t mean I won’t try to kill you. How about I aim for where it really hurts?” Morty aimed for Rick’s skull.
The ray bounced off, but the impact knocked Rick into a wall. The Rick was shaken, but he stood up. “You really think I would leave my brain unprotected? Maybe you really are Morty, because I can’t think of anyone else who would be that stupid!”
“Of course I’m Morty! Who the hell are you?” Morty tackled Rick to the ground and grabbed his throat.
“Morty, don’t you get it? We’re both here. You- you gotta believe me. I’ve missed you so much. I let you through that portal because I knew the long way would be dangerous, and you- you deserved to go home. I may act above it all, and I am, but you’re my grandson, Morty. I didn’t want you to have to live the labyrinth life.”
Was Rick… crying? Damn, this was a shitty fake. “Y-you’re not fooling anyone, you know? The real Rick doesn’t care about anything or anybody. He had a coupon for a free replacement Morty from the Citadel of Ricks. I- I bet he’s escaped and gotten a new Morty, maybe even- maybe even a new dimension!” Or, Morty thought hopefully, maybe Rick was about to come rescue him and tell him what a piece of shit he was for ending up back in galactic prison.
Well, Morty was done waiting to be rescued. He let go of the Rick’s throat with one hand and grabbed his ray gun, shooting the impostor directly in the heart. The blast didn’t make it far, but Rick lost consciousness from the impact. Morty sat back, still holding the gun. Everything finally hit as Morty’s numbness dissipated. Morty never wanted to be a killer. He didn’t want to live “the labyrinth life.” All he’d ever wanted was to see cool shit in the multiverse and pretend that impressing his grandpa was an achievable goal. Part of him wished this monster Rick could kill him just so it would all be over.
As if on cue, the monster Rick woke up. Shit, now Morty looked vulnerable. Maybe he could think of a way to use that to his advantage if he mustered the ability to be heartless again.
“You alright, little buddy?” Rick asked, as if he wasn’t the one who had just been unconscious.
“What do you care?” Morty replied. “Either you’re a monster and you want to kill me, or you’re the real Rick and you’re waiting to laugh at me.”
“Okay, that’s pretty reasonable considering how I’ve presented myself for, uh… always. But what if it’s neither?” Rick looked at Morty gently - hadn’t this torture been cruel enough? - and waited for a reply. Morty just stared at him, daring this Rick to prove himself.
“What if, and I’m just spitballing here,” said RIck, “What if I’m your real grandpa and I’ve always cared about you? I’ve been thinking a lot over the past three months, and I think I leaned too heavily on the god complex. Just because I’m literally the smartest being in the universe doesn’t mean I have to be an asshole about it, right?”
Morty let out a snort of laughter despite himself, but he quickly redirected into a scowl.
“Yeah, I deserve that,” Rick continued. “You know, back in season 1- actually, I don’t know where the comic fits in the continuity, let alone the - alright, ignoring the fourth wall, one time I was kidnapped by another version of me who wanted to steal my memories because I was against the Citadel and because I was ‘the Rickest Rick.’ And while he was stealing my memories, they were playing on a screen he had. I saw you as a baby, Morty. He was playing my memories of you, and I actually teared up. I denied it, of course, but in that moment I was thinking about how I’d endangered you by bringing you on these crazy adventures and how all our fun might end in disaster. I don’t want that for you, Morty. That’s why I installed all that protective gear in you while you were sleeping. I never told you because I always had to keep up that god complex attitude. I felt like I’d be a better person without my attachments, and I thought that if anyone knew how I really felt, they’d just use it against us. Do you see what I’m saying, Morty?”
“That’s a good try at a sob story, Rick. I’m almost convinced.” Morty looked down at his hands. “But there’s absolutely nothing you could say to me that would convince me that the real you could be that vulnerable.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Rick said, and suddenly Morty heard a blast and everything went dark.
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“Huh? Where am I? What did you-” Morty’s vision cleared as his consciousness came back. He seemed to be in his room. Was he dreaming? Dead?
Rick walked in. “If I was a monster, I wouldn’t have set the gun to stun.”
“Huh,” Morty considered, “I guess you’re right.” He paused. “Did you mean what you said back there? Do you really care?”
“Don’t talk so loud. This stays between us, alright?” Rick said in a mock-threatening tone.
Morty grinned. He got out of bed and hugged Rick. “I love you, Grandpa Rick.”
Rick returned the hug. “I love you too, Morty.”
Rick stepped out into the living room where Beth, Jerry, and Summer were sitting. “You heard nothing,” he announced.
“Okay, sure thing,” said Summer, not looking up from her phone.
“Is Morty okay?” asked Beth.
“He’s going to be fine. I want- I want to really drive the point home that you did not just overhear a tender moment of familial affection involving Rick Sanchez, smartest man in the universe.” Rick crossed his arms and glared at Jerry.
“Whatever you say, Rick,” said Jerry, clearly disappointed that Rick was back and taking charge again.
“Thanks for bringing him back, Dad,” Beth said. “We were so worried. And don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.”
“My secret is not safe with you,” Rick fumed, “because it’s not with you. You have no secret, capiche?”
“Grandpa, get off her case,” said Summer. “I’m sure you’re the same asshole you always were.”
“That’s right! Rick never learns a lesson!” Rick went out to the front door and seemed to shout at the universe in general. “Rick and Morty a thousand years, no emotional vulnerability! Okay maybe a little, sometimes, but only when lives are at stake! The word count on this thing got really out of hand, but you’re still listening! Fuck the fourth wall! Roll credits and theme music!”
#rick and morty#rick and morty fanfiction#i really hope people enjoy this because i put a lot of time and love into it
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Humble beginnings..
{So in light of his anniversary I have pulled together Rocker’s first thread ever with @sigmarickandmorty.. I remember being so freaking nervous and asking so many questions, having never roleplayed before..}
{I remember Sigmun asking “do you want to write the starter or should I?” and my response of “I don’t even know what that means” haha }
{But I figured it out with their help and the Rocker you know and love today is the result. But it all started way back then with Sigma’s mun asking if I’d like to do a thread..}
{Put it below a cut to not crowd the dash, but fair warning. Something happened rather quickly in the community and this scene wasn’t finished so it just abruptly stops.. but I still had to post it anyway.. Enjoy!}
“S-so Morty, what did you think?” Rick was asking as he led Morty backstage. “Y-y-y-… D-didn’t know Grandpa could rock, huh?”
Morty was in awe, looking around them at all the aliens and groupies that were begging for a chance to see the rocker version of his grandfather. “I-it was amazing! You used to do that?”
“Sure did, Morty,” Rick answered, grinning. He nodded to the security guard who stepped aside for them without a second glance. They were used to other Ricks visiting, it seemed. “Hey heeeey, me!” Rick cried as he entered the greenroom. “Great show tonight.”
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RockerRick groaned inwardly when he saw the other Rick approach ~guess these guys are just going to keep coming out of the woodwork now~ He eyed the kid at the old man’s heels, gleefully looking up at him and back at the old Rick like it was fucking Christmas, that was new.
“I-It’s always a good show.” he coolly replied, handing a fan back her autograph book and turning to face himself. “W-who’s this? Y-Your protege or some shit?”
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“You wish,” Rick snorted, putting a hand between Morty’s shoulders and ushering him forward. “Actually, this is your grandson.” The groupie who’d been in line to get her autograph next gave Morty a strange look. The line dissipated soon after. Well at least they’d get to talk alone now.
Morty’s eyes were wide as he looked up at the other Rick. Most Ricks at least looked like his grandfather with the lab coat and hairstyle. There were a few variants, but never anything this excessive. “U-uh… Hi,” he murmured, rubbing his arm.
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RockerRick looked around the old man to watch his disciples fleeing from the room. He gave one a threatening look when he turned back before leaving, he was furiously typing on a cellphone. Fucking great, this would be tomorrow’s headline. He glared at the other Rick ~Thanks a lot asshole~ “No, no, no… backup. Grandson means kid first. I don’t think so biiiitch … y-you’re Grandson maybe.”
He looked back at the teenager, patting himself down trying to find his smokes. As far as he was concerned he was just another groupie. A stagehand anticipated his need and came over to pass him a cigarette, then held up a lighter for him to spark it. He puffed it to life, letting the smoke out through his nose. He ran a well practiced hand through his long hair before he spoke to the kid ”So y-you, you got a name or something?”
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Morty was chewing on his lower lip when Rick addressed him. “M-Morty!” he cried. “M-my mom is Beth, a-a-and I have a sister, too.” So this version of Rick didn’t have kids yet? That was definitely different.
Rick rolled his eyes. “Y-yeah, genius, grandkids means kids first. Y-you bang that drummer chick from Muskeegan a-a-and get her pregnant. So watch out for that. At least, that’s how it happened in my universe,” he added, shrugging.
Making a mental note to cancel that show in two weeks with Muskeegan he stared at Morty. The kid was adorably anxious in his presence. RockerRick never imagined himself with kids. Granted he still hardly believe he would ever give up his posh rockstar lifestyle for a labcoat either. He decided he’d indulge the kid and show him just how cool his grandfather was..or could be.
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He snapped his fingers summoning over another stage minion. “My guests and I-I are, are going to my penthouse for the after party. Have the car brought around.”
He swirled around and picked up his leather jacket “C-come alone then, let me show you how we do things here in 555p”
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Rick rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “F-fucking show off,” he grumbled but nodded for Morty to follow. Hell, if he could get some free booze and top-shelf drugs out of this then who was he to complain? Morty meanwhile was trying not to act star struck. This was still Rick, after all, but he was so cool compared to the other Ricks. Probably because he was so young.
Hurrying to keep up, Morty asked, “W-w-what’s it like then? I-I mean, if you don’t do science, i-is it just music?”
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RockerRick smirked as he lead the way out through the back of the concert hall ~that’s right kid, worship me like the rest~ “Of course I ‘do science’” he made quotations with his fingers before ashing his cigarette “Where do you think all this high tech sound equipment comes from? Best Buy?” He gave Morty a playful smile “Or this” he gestured at the sleek black custom painted car they were walking towards and pressed the button on his keys. The car beeped, purple neon undercarriage flashing to life, before the tires rotated and the vehicle hovered in midair. He laughed at Morty’s reaction and opened the door for him to hop inside before meeting Rick’s unimpressed gaze. He leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry old man, there’s a liter of top shelf Transfloorkian whisky with your name on it.”
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The pair got in, Rick giving Morty a ‘don’t be lame’ look and Morty shooting Rick a ‘why can’t you be this cool?’ look in return. With Rocker Rick in the middle, Morty pulled on his seatbelt, turning to face his grandpa’s past. “S-so you built all this stuff? That’s pretty cool. R-Rick just builds dangerous machines and subterranean lairs.”
Rick was busy raiding the mini bar, shooting his younger self a suspicious look as he pulled a few bottles out. “L-l-look, Morty, this may seem impressive b-but it’s not even science. I-i-it’s it’s engineering at best, a-and not even that impressive.” He took a swig from one of the bottles before continuing his tirade. “Y-you want me to build cars, I-I’ll do it but Morty lemme tell ya that shit gets o-urp-ld real fast.”
Morty crossed his arms over his chest, pouting as he leaned back in his seat. “Y-yeah Rick, whatever. I-I-I think it’s awesome though, that this that the younger you wasn’t so lame.”
“Oh he’s plenty lame,” Rick grumbled. “W-wouldn’t want to ruin the ride for you, though, Morty. Maybe kiss his ass a little more why don’tcha.”
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RockerRick flicked on the car’s sound system, his own music filling the air as they took off towards his place. He picked up a can of beer from the floor where Rick had disapprovingly discarded it and cracked it open, quickly slurping up the escaping foam before it could travel down the sides of the can. He gave it a final lick, tongue ring clinking against the metal, then passed it to Morty. “He’s j-j-just sour he had to, gave this all up when he knocked up your grandmother kid.” He snatched the bottle Rick was drinking from away from his lips and put it to his own, stretching an arm out along the backseat resting just over Morty’s head. “I’ve got a subterranean lair of sorts” he said fondly, a wicked glint in his eyes “But you’re too young for that”
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Rick bristled, reaching over his younger self to snatch the can of beer out of Morty’s grip. “L-look I know you don’t have grandkids yet but lemme just stop you right there a-a-and tell you to fuck right off. D-don’t look at your grandson that way.”
Morty looked between them, confused. What way? He pouted as he watched Rick down the whole beer. “H-hey, that…” He sighed, leaning back in his seat, realizing that Rick wasn’t going to let him have any fun. What was the point of coming here if Rick was just going to suddenly be responsible?
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The rocker raised an eyebrow and gave his old self a shit eating Sanchez grin “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, look at him how exactly?” voice heavy with sarcasm and innuendo. He laughed and added “Sheesh old man l-lighten up” RockerRick reached past Rick into the minibar and withdrew a wine cooler he stocked for the girls he sometimes brought home, it was lower alcohol content than the beer. He used his lighter to pop off the cap and handed it to Morty.
“Wh-what is, what’s the damn difference? Y-you’re no doubt plastered all the fucking time around the kid, not exactly setting a g-Uurrpp-ood,good example there. Let him live for once.” he ruffled the teenagers hair “Uncle RIck will look out for his virgin liver, don’t worry.”
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Uncle Rick was definitely a weird way to refer to himself, but Rick couldn’t fault him for not wanting to be called Grandpa. Morty didn’t even call him that, just Rick, and when Summer did it was always accompanied by ‘Rick.’ He quirked an eyebrow at Morty across the bench. The teen was eyeing the wine cooler and sniffing it apprehensively. When he glanced up and met Rick’s gaze the scientist sighed and nodded, Morty’s eyes lighting up. He sipped at the sweet drink, but immediately choked when it burned on the way down.
“Geez, Morty, chill. M-maybe I should have snuck you some stuff, d-don’t, don’t embarrass me by being a lightweight,” Rick groaned, leaning back in his seat with his remaining borrowed bottle.
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RockerRick smirked when Rick conceded to Morty having the drink ~Oh now this is going to get interesting~ he wondered how much he could sneak the kid without the old man losing his shit. He was a terrible influence after all.
When they pulled up to his building the standard post show crowd was surrounding the front doors. At least this ‘grandson’ business hadn’t traveled too fast. RockerRick scooped Morty up to swap places with him so he could be the first out of the car, and stepped out into the screams of his adoring fans. Coolly ignoring them in favor of lighting a smoke, he waited for Rick and morty to get out behind him.
“Holy shIT THERE’S TWO OF HIM!!” a chick shrieked and RockerRick laughed. He leaned in so Rick would be able to hear him over the yells “We could have some fun with th-them, that idea. Imagine what two Ricks would do to a girl?”
He put his arm around the old mans shoulder’s, raising his arms overhead hands folded in the classic rock and roll horns to get a rise out of the crowd then tugged Rick forward into the building with Morty at their heels.
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Rolling his eyes, Rick grumbled back, “Yeah, c-cause I just totally missed looking at my younger self naked.” As tempting as it sounded, he had Morty to think about and no one around to babysit the little shit. He wasn’t the most responsible grandfather but he wasn’t going to let Morty out of his sight in this place. Rick had lived this. He remembered what being a rocker was like. Although, he hadn’t had this much attention. Probably because back when he did it they never got very far.
Morty stumbled after Rick, trying to ignore the screams of the people around them. He felt lightheaded, this was all so surreal. “Rick!” he gasped once they’d gotten safely inside. “W-w-why didn’t you tell me about all this?”
Rick was screwing the cap back on his flask. “What, about groupies Morty? I-I-I think that’s something you can figure out on your own.”
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“They are what you get when you focus on music and not science kid” RockerRick said, placing a slender hand on top of Morty’s head to guide it too notice a hot redheaded goth girl who was staring right at the teenager.
He summoned over a lacky, pointed at the girl, who looked about to faint when the stagehand went to retrieve her. She stammered and tripped over her words unable to get much out to the rockstar besides “I’m you’re biggest fan”
RockerRick smiled his most devilish grin at the girl “Y-yes I’m quite sure you are. This is my nephew Morty by the way.” he gestured to Morty briefly before resuming his strut inside. The four of them got into the lift and started zipping up to the penthouse, loud pumping music and another crowd of cheers greeting them as the doors opened, though granted this group was much smaller. RockerRick’s only choice favorites got up here.
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Morty swallowed hard, trying to keep his gaze off the beautiful redhead. Her hair was shaved on one side, but it was the same shade as Jessica’s. He chanced a look at her before looking away again. Rick didn’t fail to notice this and began patting himself down for his portal gun. “S-so, pick of the litter, huh?” Rick droned to his twin. He followed the other out of the lift as he brought his portal gun out, adjusting the location.
“W-w-wait, Rick!” Morty cried, trying to grab the gun out of his hands. “W-we just got here, aren’t you always saying we should we we need to find places to relax once in a while, after our crazy adventures?”
“Mmhm… I have said that Morty. I said that when I wanted to go to the movies last month but your dumb ass was being lame a-a-a-and wanted to g-URP-o home instead so you could study or some shit,” Rick snapped, zapping a portal into the wall. “Sex, drugs and Rock n’ Roll is a bit too much for you right now.”
Morty groaned, then turned to Rocker Rick. “C-come on, Uncle Rick, you won’t let him send me home, will you?” he begged.
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RockerRick chuckled “Y-you’re, you are a walking oxymoron Rick.” He grabbed two bottles of a smoking purple liquid from a girl and offered one to the old man “Besides that won’t work in here. I’m still you, and we know full well our mind can prevent unwanted visitors… or departures.”
RockerRick could tell Rick didn’t like the threatening nature of being trapped when he turned to the lift instead. “N-no no, come on man l-look relax would you? How much trouble can he really get in here? I’m sure it’s less than one of your adventures where he almost got killed or worse.” he held both bottles in one hand and reached out the other for Rick’s shoulder adding in an undertone “I’ll have one of my people keep an eye on him all right?”
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“F-forgive me if I don’t trust your people,” Rick hissed, narrowing his eyes. Dammit. He knew he’d forgotten something. So they couldn’t portal out, if they wanted to leave they’d have to physically leave the building. He glanced at Morty who was awkwardly trying to flirt with the red headed girl that had been brought with them. “I guess I really don’t have a choice in this, huh?” he grumbled, taking both bottles from Rocker Rick.
He downed one, then the other, a feat that was met with cheers from the crowd. Bemused, he tossed the bottles over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. “G-gotta keep up, kiddo,” he teased, making his way to the bar. If he couldn’t leave just yet, at least he’d have some fun.
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“Th-that’s what I’m talking about biiitttch!” RockerRick yelled over the music “Shots all around !!” which earned more applause from the gathering. he was actually looking forward to getting shitfaced with himself. He winked at Morty “Have fun kid, I-I’ll catch, catch b-Uurrp-ack up with you later” and he watched the redhead drag Morty over to wear people were dancing.
He scanned the crowd and found the woman he was looking for sulking in a corner furiously typing away on a laptop and sauntered over to her.
Her brow creased further when she saw him “What the hell are you thinking bringing another version of yourself and a ‘grandson’ back here ? Do you have any idea how much work its going to be to keep this quiet?”
“Psh y-you love it Sasha.” he paused as a waitress came by with shots. RockerRick grabbed two downing them both. Sasha refused “You know I don’t indulge in your bad habits Rick”
“Exactly why I came over here, l-look I want you to keep an eye on the kid okay? L-let him have fun, but don’t let him get his hands on anything too strong” he reached into his back packet and passed her some condoms “I highly doubt the anxious little guy will get this far but slip him them if hell has frozen over” RockerRick got up and sauntered over to meet Rick at the bar before she could protest.
Still she shouted at his back “I’m not a babysitter Rick” but she moved her seat to better watch Morty on the couch he had moved to all the same.
RockerRick shrugged when Rick gave him a questioning look when he rejoined him “Now about that Transfloorkian whisky”
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Rick already had a glass of blue green liquid in his hands, swirling it as Rocker Rick approached. “Gimme a minute,” he murmured, staring down the liquid a moment before downing it. “Or a se-urp-cond. Hand it over, I don’t even n-need I don’t need a fuckin’ glass, kid.” Reaching a hand toward his younger self he made a grabbing motion, giving him a serious look. “D-don’t skimp on me now, that’s some good shit you’re teasing me with.”
Maybe he was getting old, but those few drinks he’d had (on top of the alcohol he’d consumed during the show) were starting to get to him the tiniest bit.
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A wide crooked grin spread across RockerRicks face. Oh this was delicious, someone who could keep up with him for once. ~some hot as fuck~ he added to his thoughts. He was so full of himself after all.
He passed the bottle over after taking a long swig and watched in amazement as the other Rick downed three quarters of his expensive shit. “Shhiitt dawg y-you, you’ve.. I’m impressed! Grandpa can paaarrtyy!”
They made their way thru the two other bottles of the whiskey the rocker owned as the crowd started to thin. The pair of Ricks stumbled over to a sofa having switched to bottles of beer. RockerRick pulled out his pipe, sparking it and leaning back to rest his long legs up on the table. He kicked off his boots then settled in close to Rick, leaning up against him slightly, testing. He passed the other man the pipe and gestured to Morty “l-looks, looks like your boy is having fu-Uurrp-n, fun for a change”
The teenagers eyes were heavily lidded and he swayed in his seat slightly. The redhead had slung her arms around his neck, but the kid looked like he didn’t know what to do next.
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t had gotten to the point in the evening where Rick was no longer giving a shit about anything. He was pleasantly drunk, the room swirling around him. And he had to admit that the more he drank the more attractive his younger self was looking. Yeah, he used to have a pretty good body. What had happened? Oh, yeah. Twenty years of boozing. When his eyes were directed toward Morty, he quirked an eyebrow.
Morty looked like he was trying to decide if he should kiss the girl he was sitting beside or grab at her. Either way he was too unstable, and he was just going to be sloppy. Sighing, Rick called out, “Morty!” Snapping his fingers until Morty looked up at him, Rick cocked his head toward Rocker Rick. “Watch and learn, kid.”
In one fluid movement, Rocker Rick was pulled into Rick’s lap. He slid a hand up the other’s side, bare fingers touching the bare skin from his ripped tank top. Bringing his hand around to the small of his counterpart’s back, Rick wrenched him closer, bringing their lips together in a hot kiss. His other hand shifted down the other’s back and he paused to snap at Morty, directing his attention as he slipped it beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Even with the instruction Morty wasn’t sure he could have done all that. On top of the fact that he was too busy trying not to watch, turning away from his grandpa in embarrassment.
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RockerRicks head spun as he was turned around and yanked into the older man’s lap. He was used to making the first move, and was not used to being manhandled in such a way. He greedily took the offered kiss regardless, clutching his hands into Ricks hair to deepen it. When the kiss broke his chest was already heaving, and he was hard as a rock. ~fuck this guy can kiss! ~ when he felt the hand slide down his side and into his jeans a breathy moan escaped his lips.
“Oh fuck y-yeah.” he growled popping his body up slightly and swinging a leg over to properly straddle his older self. He cupped Ricks face, brushing his thumb ring along the others man cheek before tilting the other man’s face aside and diving for Rick’s neck. Bitting down hard where his neck met his shoulder he then set at sucking a large purple bruise onto the pale skin, while grinding his body into the other man’s lap. Releasing the suction with a pop the Rocker leaned his head back as the room spun. Amazed he had even noticed in his current state, his attention was drawn to a shaky “oh jeez” from Mortys direction.
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“Get over it, Morty,” Rick was grumbling, rubbing his hand lazily up and down the rocker’s sides. “One day all you’ll have left is yourself a-and then you’ll be grateful you can travel the multiverse.” Even still, he wasn’t one for voyeurism. Well… He was. He loved being watched. Just not by his own grandson. “Hey,” he murmured to his counterpart, pulling him down again. “Y-you think I can ship him home now? So we can have some time to ourselves,” he added with a suggestive purr.
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RockerRick reached down and shifted himself in his pants. The tight skinny jeans worked wonders for his image but were quickly becoming too tight. His lips curled up into a mischievous smirk at the suggestion and he looked across the room at Morty.
The teenager had finally mustered up enough courage to kiss the girl it seemed and was quickly trying to catch up with his Grandfather, running his hands all over the girls back. The rock star didn’t have it in him to cock-block the poor kid, he wouldn’t think Uncle Rick was cool anymore if he allowed Rick to send the kid home just when he was nearing second base. Maintaining his reputation preceeded even his own lust, so he could wait a while to get the old man up to his bed for the sake of his image.
“naw l-let him have his fun, there’s nothing like you-Uurrp-re, you’re first groupie. We’ve already been there, done that.” he kissed himself again then added “Besides, w-waiting will only heighten things for later”
He stood running a hand through his hair and adjusted his clothes back into their proper positions. “I know how to keep us busy. Come with me, the good shit is in the back” he said with a wink like leading the way just out of the main room into a smaller one. He took the collaxion crystals out of a cupboard and set to grinding them up for them both. After taking their hits he slammed Rick back against the wall capturing him back into a rough kiss. It seemed he couldn’t help himself now that he was high as fuck. He was just about to suggest they did send the kid home when Mortys voice cut thru the penthouse “HEY-HEY WHAT’S Y-YOUR PROBLEM MAN? ”
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Even though Rick was still coming down from the line of K-Lax they’d just done, Morty’s shrill voice cut through the haze. “Morty?” he murmured, removing Rocker Rick from himself and hurrying out into the other room.
Morty was on the couch, obviously having been pushed over by the larger man standing over him with his arm around the young redhead. “W-what’s goin on out here, man?” Rick asked, quirking his brow at the stranger and crossing his arms over his chest.
“R-Rick, h-h-he said I stole his girlfriend! I-I-I didn’t know!” Morty insisted, eyes wide.
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But the redhead was struggling to get her arm out of the guys arm “EX girlfriend Morty! EX” She started pushing against him with her foot trying to pull free of him “I Dumped his ass 6 months ago, or at least I tried to…”
RockerRick has heard enough. Quick as lightning thanks to the lingering k-lax in his system he jumped up and towards the shitbag bringing his fist down crunching into the tool’s face. The jerk stumbled backward. finally releasing the girl who ran to duck behind Morty. The bastards nose started to bleed and clenched his fits glaring back at the Rock star.
“W-who the FUCK you shitbag? and how did you get up here ??” RockerRick was furious. His sanctuary had been invaded, violated but this dickanus. He had been throughly blue-balled and the bastard had messed with Morty. Who, RockerRIck was surprised to realize, he felt the need to protect. He ran at the fuckwad again, pure blind fury at this point thanks to the drugs and the booze.
Everyone who remained in the room started chanting FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
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Morty held onto the girl, mustering up his courage and standing in front of her in case the guy managed to get past Rocker Rick. Sighing, Rick ran a hand through his hair. “Dammit… I always used to do things the h-urp-ard way,” he grumbled, pulling out a small device from inside his lab coat. Walking over to his younger self, he put a gentle hand on his shoulder before yanking him back behind himself. “I got this, stop making a scene,” he sighed.
The man had just gotten his bearings and had started to fight back, but paused when Rick stepped in. A harsh laugh cut through the chanting crowd. “What, is your dad gonna fight your battles for you now?!” he mocked, grinning as he spit some blood onto the floor. “Alright then, Gramps, sock it to me.”
Rick snickered, amused by the comment. “Hear that, baby?” he cooed to Rocker. “Th-this guy thinks I’m your daddy. I-I think I could get u-urp-sed to that.” The next few seconds were hard to figure out. Rick flicked his wrist, and suddenly the guy was on the floor, twitching. Turning to himself, Rick held up a little coin for him to see. “Sends an electrical pulse straight to the brain, temporarily shutting down body functions. A-a-although sometimes i-urpt just shuts the brain down, so, uh… Be careful.” He handed the coin over as the crowd began to dissipate.
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RockerRick closed his fist tightly around the coin in annoyance. Rick had just thoroughly embarrassed him in front of his flock. Nostrils flared he tried to calm his breath ~he also saved you a night in hospital and some broken bones, that guy is twice your size~ his rational mind pointed out. He sighed and summoned a member of his staff “Get everyone th-the, the fuck out, I’m done with them. Also find out how in the hell that shitbag got up here so I-I can fire someone.”
He turned to Rick and held up the coin examining it in the light “Th-that’s, this is going to be pretty handy thanks.. Daddy.” He added in a purr with a wink “I-I’m never, I’ll never have to switch to ‘science’ thanks to the gifts I-I keep getting from Ricks. I’ll be the first one of us to ride this Rock and Roll train to th-the end motherfuckerrss!” He ran his hand through his hair at the thought, all of his cool composure back in place. Snatching up a pack of smokes from the ground he light one and offered the pack to Rick before stooping down on one knee to meet Morty’s level. Grabbing the teen’s chin he turned his head left and right checking him over that he hadn’t gotten hit before the Ricks had intervened. “You alright kid?” He asked, his tone soft and concerned.
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At the comment, Rick frowned. That definitely wasn’t his intention. Then again, this was a different universe. Things weren’t going to be the same for this version of Rick anyway. He just wondered how the Council would deal with him when they realized he wouldn’t ever get a Morty.
His own Morty swallowed, tenderly reaching up to dab at his swollen cheek. “I-I-I’m fine,” he murmured, pulling away from Rick. “J-just a bit of a bump.” He glanced at his Rick who, knowing that look, nodded in response.
“I hate to cut the party short, but I think it’s about time I got Morty home,” Rick stated, stepping up beside the boy. “Don’t worry, I-I’ve got some stuff in the lab that’ll fix him right up. Won’t even bruise.”
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RockerRick rubbed his neck as he stood up. Still staring down at Morty as his mind argued with itself. If getting to hang out with a tough kid in his old age was an inevitably, well maybe he could deal with that after all.
He shook himself out of his gushy thoughts and turned to Rick “y-yeah, yeah” he cleared his through to steady his voice when it betrayed his thoughts “r-right, right sure, good.” He ruffled the teenagers hair “s-sorry things got a bit out of hand kid, but y-you’re, you can handle your shit.”
Offering a fist bump to the older version of himself he laughed “Y-you are, you’re alright s512. Still an old shitbag though. Y-you, you know where to find me if you’re ever lusting for your old cooler life.”
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Morty blinked at the touch but smiled, getting up. “Y-yeah, it was nice to meet you.”
“Don’t go soft on me now,” Rick grumbled to both of them before returning the fist bump. “You know I’ll be back. Gonna have to finish what we started someday,” he added, winking. Morty looked confused for a moment but didn’t have time to question it as Rick grabbed his arm, leading him to the lift. “Say goodbye to Uncle Rick,” he teased, nudging Morty as he got his portal gun out.
“A-ah! Good-bye Uncle Rick!” Morty cried, waving as the elevator doors closed.
There was a long while of silence in the building. Everyone had been escorted out and the bodyguards were downstairs trying to figure out who let in the guy who’d caused trouble. But a minute or two later the elevator dinged again, Rick stepping out alone. “Hey hey, guess who’s back.”
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RockerRick felt suffocated by the silence when the lift doors closed and flipped his stereo back on before yanking his tank over his head. He grabbed someone’s discarded beer from a table and downed it. It had been a strange night, he vaguely wondered if Ricks would start showing up with Mortys all the time now.
Suddenly aware he needed to piss with all the commotion now gone, he padded to the bathroom undoing his belt and dropping his pants as he walked. He stepped out of them leaving them where they landed, grateful to be free of clothing finally.
He had just settled his long lean naked frame across a sofa when he heard the elevator ding, a devilish grin speaking across his face when he saw Rick walk out of it. His hand snapped right to his manhood, pumping it back to life. “Sanchez y-you, you sexy fuck, get my sweet ass over here”
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“W-woah, that didn’t take long,” Rick snorted, quirking his brow. “Don’t get t-too, too worked up now,” he added as he sat the younger him up and say beside him. “We need to talk. And it’s pretty serious so maybe-m-maybe get some pants on until we’re done,” Rick suggested.
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“Psh” RockerRick snorted “well wh-what, what did yo-Uuurp, you expect I-I would do the moment I was alone after y-you got me all worked up? ” grumbling as he got up and headed back towards the bathroom “do I-I need need a drink for this?” he called out, grabbing his purple silk robe and wrapping around himself.
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It wouldn’t hurt,” Rick admitted, sitting on the couch. “I-it’s about Morty.” He hesitated. “I-I really think you need to go through with having a kid. A-and you need to be a man about it. You need, n-need to help t-urp-ake care of that kid.”
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RockerRick put two scotch glasses down rather harder than intended on the bar at the statement. Not what he wanted to be talking about when he would rather be snagging. He raised an eyebrow as he poured the amber liquid “I-I’m assuming from, from your tone that you didn’t care for yours?”
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“None of us really did. But you’re one who could break the cycle,” Rick pointed out, frowning. “I-I-I’m not telling you what to do. I think you should decide on your own. B-but you’re gonna see more of us. And I-I want you to pay close attention to how happy they seem.”
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He passed Rick the scotch and sat down next to him. “I-I don’t understand, none of y-you chumps rode out this rock n roll life, but you still didn’t commit to the family deal? W-what, what the hell did you do that I’m suddenly expected not to may I-I ask? Dozens of Ricks in the finite curve and I have to be the one to break the cycle?”
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Rick stared down at his glass for a long moment. “It’s something you won’t have to worry about.” He took a drink from his glass. “We left to protect them. We went to war.”
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War was definitely less appealing than kids. But still he just didn’t see himself doing it. “I-I don’t know man, like marriage? Only one partner! who’s a woman!” he shuddered and continued “9-5 jobs? Three piece cages? Soccer practice and homework?” he emptied his glass and got up for more, deciding he needed the whole bottle and brought it back topping off Ricks glass “it all gives me the creeps man. Shhiitt”
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Y-you don’t know anything about what it’ll be like,” Rick murmured, taking another sip. “I didn’t give up rock and roll completely even after I got married. The war fucked it up.” He narrowed his eyes, leaning closer. “And it’s not the woman I want you to stick by. You’ll probably hate her as much as I did. What you need to do is take care of the da–… Of your kid.”
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The Rockstar sighed in relief “Good, because men are t-the, the better fuck. N-not, not that I’m saying I’m agreeing to t-this, this shit. But that would have been a complete deal breaker. I-I can handle knocking a chick up and like dropping in on the kid now and again, between tours or some shit.”
He leaned back sipping the scotch and threw his legs up on the table, trying to figure out where this night had taken such a nutso turn. This fuckfest was right up there with the first time he ever met another Rick.
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Rick was quiet for a while, sipping his drink. “We can talk more about this some other time,” he murmured, draining the glass. “Since I’m here, what do you want to talk about instead? Or do.”
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RockerRick eyed Rick suspiciously “I have the distinct feeling y-you’re keeping something from me Rick.”
He flipped on his massive TV and grabbed a pair of controllers tossing one at his older self, flicking through the option menus to start a supersmash brothers fight.
“But fine, keep y-your, your secrets old man.”
Taking Ricks glass he set them both on the table and refilled them “looser drinks both” he challenged settling back to choose his character.
“How many other Ricks do y-you, you know anyway? Do you try and get us all to settle down and fix your mistakes?”
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Rick flipped through the characters until he found who he wanted. Wario. He and Morty played the game quite a bit back home, or they used to until Morty complained about him winning too much. “Every other version of me is the same age, dipshit,” Rick pointed out, frowning. “You’re one of the few younger ones, and most of you are off limits by orders of the Council of Ricks.”
He shot the other a glance. He was tempted to lose on purpose so he’d get to drink both glasses. “So to answer your question, n-no. I don’t do this often. I-I-I’m giving you some free, some free advice kid. S-so take it.”
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“Oh fuck! ” RockerRick snapped after his Kirby got shot off screen for the third time, dammit Rick was good. He thought he’d have one up on the old timer with a video game, he should have known better really. It was himself after all.
He sat up putting his feet back on the floor and leaning on his knees to put forth more effort
“Th-that, that makes sense since the other three Rick’s I’ve met are geezers like you. I-I’ve never met a council Rick or any of their stooges. Wh-why off limits? What the fuck do they care about us?”
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“They don’t w-want us giving you advice,” Rick sighed, leaning forward to snatch the nearly empty bottle of liquor from the table. If the younger one got the glasses, at least he could polish off the bottle. “I-i-it’s up to you if you wanna join the council, but I d-don’t think it’s worth it, really. Th-they just like pushing people around, telling them what to do.” He couldn’t help remembering his last encounter with Riq-IV, frowning. “They’ll fuck you over, me… They’ll fuck you right up the ass.” He wasn’t being subtle but he doubted his younger self would recognize it.
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“It defeats the purpose of a drinking game if we b-Uuurrp-oth, both drink Rick.” RockerRIck teased getting up to go grab another bottle, and coming back with three. His robe fell open in his movements, he didn’t bother to fix it. He sat back down with it cascading behind him.
He refilled their bottles, grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the table and sparked it “Military kink eh Rick?” he laughed at his own joke more enthusiastically than warranted since he was trashed. “I-I’ve, I’ve been fucked b-by a couple Rick’s myself. Seems we can’t keep our hands off ourselves.” He was nothing if not blunt, and incredibly sexualy orientated. “I’ve been told though they don’t give everyone such a choice, some Rick’s are just claimed”
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Snorting, Rick shook his head. “Nope… Sometimes you just don’t get a choice. I-I-I still don’t get why some other Ricks see me as an automatic bottom.” He shot Rocker a suggestive look. “I-I’m not by the way. I-I mean I’ll take it like a cha-a-a-mp, but, uh…” He reached over, sliding a hand up the other’s thigh. “I dunno i-if you noticed, but I’ve got some skills to share…”
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RockerRick jumped slightly at the contact ~so we are back here again~ he thought, the previous anticipation reigniting within him instantly “Naw, y-you are, you’re a tease Rick, th-that’s what you are.” he dragged on his smoke shifting on the couch to face Rick. He slid a leg behind him positioning the other man between his legs. “Sh-show, show me these skills of y-yours and see if y-you can’t make up for leaving me hanging earlier and then, maybe, if you’re as good as you say you are, you’ll get to top for once.”
who was he kidding? He was going to let this Rick fuck his brains out since the second the foxy grandpa had first kissed him.
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“Y-you think you’re funny, huh kid?” Rick murmured, easily sliding the younger man into his lap. He shifted, pushing him so he was straddling Rick’s hips. “But i-if you don’t hush up th-that pretty mouth you won’t be getting anything out of me.”
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RockerRick mimed a zipper crossing his lips before licking them and waited, he was essentially naked, already halfway to a full hard-on and wanted to be taken. This Rick had already played the dominance card and he wanted him to run with it. He was bored of always being alpha.
But he was also impatient, and Rick had entirely too many clothes on. He rushed his face forward into a sloppy drunken kiss, running his hands up under Rick’s lap coat trying to coax it off his shoulders.
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Hours and several more bottles of beer later, Rick was suddenly sitting up, gasping for breath. He rubbed a hand through his head; it was pounding. He groaned, reaching for the flask he usually kept on the table beside his cot – and got a handful of his own hair. Peering an eye open, Rick took in the younger man’s form, the bed, the room. In seconds he remembered where he was, and moaned in agony, flopping back against the pillow. “Ffffffuck,” he sighed. No more fucking Ricks for him, this was the last one, he swore.
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RockerRick startled awake when he felt a hand in his hair “Still here sunshine? Rick’s usually disappear in the night” he rolled over, propping himself up on an elbow to look inquisitively at his bedmate and the curious expression on his face “Wh-what, whats with the face, regret not bottoming after all?”
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“Y-y-you guys push me too hard,” Rick grumbled, pulling a pillow over his face. “W-where’s my flask? N-need it,” he added, shifting to block out as much light and sound as he could. Only other Ricks knew what was in that flask. Years of boozing had screwed with Rick, and he’d come up with a solution that kept the headaches and light sensitivity at bay. Maybe he should have let himself stay sober for a few days to make sure there wasn’t any lasting damage, but he didn’t care.
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“Still in your sexy lab coat maybe?” RockerRick didn’t see it in his room “I-I think you left it downstairs. I-I’ll get it old man, gotta go take a piss anyway”
he got up out of the bed swaying slightly and found a cigarette before leaving the room. He got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around at the carnage left from the party, glad he paid people to clean up after him. It was odd knowing Rick was still upstairs. Oddly comforting. He was preferring the company of his selves over anyone else more and more. He grabbed a beer to chase away his hangover then found Rick’s coat still on the couch, shirt on the tv and pants on the stairs. He gathered them up and headed back into his room.
“H-hey, hey here” RockerRick tried to get Rick’s attention to give him the flask sitting down on the end of the bed with his beer. “How long are, when are you taking off?”
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Relieved, Rick peered out from beneath the pillow, snatching the flask and taking a long pull from it. Within minutes he was feeling refreshed and sat up, rubbing at his hair. Great, it was starting to flatten out. “Mm… I dunno. I don’t have anywhere to be,” he admitted, shrugging. “U-u-unless you wanted me to get out of your hair,” he added, taking his pants and pulling them on.
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RockerRick rubbed his neck, feeling awkward “I-I don’t, I mean if you’re tired of my ass then yeah you can split, but if you wanted to, I-I mean …” Damnit he sounded like a fucking idiot. He whacked himself in the face to focus “If y-you, you and Morty wanted try and build your argument for the whole kids thing sometime I-I, I could tag along I guess.”
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Rick took another sip from his flask, not sure how to answer that. Seeing Beth would be a good way to convince him, sure, but at the same time he’d see how well Beth turned out without him. Beth’s drinking wasn’t apparent until people were gone. “… Y-y-you know what? Th-that’s not a half bad idea. Show you off to Su-URP-mmer, then m-maybe she’ll stop harping on me for f-for being lame.”
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“Summer?” RockerRick said with his most flirtatious grin “W-who’s summer?”
He got up and starting rummaging through the clothes strewn about the room trying to put together his rocker best without resorting to stage clothes. He was somewhat excited, though he was sure it was going to be tediously domestic, he’d never gone anywhere with another Rick before.
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“D-d-don’t even think about it,” Rick snapped, frowning at the other. “Sh-she’s your granddaughter. S-so don’t get any funny ideas.” He narrowed his eyes, pointing at the other firmly. “A-and you’re not her type anyway.”
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“Old man I-I’m everyone’s type” he purred pulling on his boots “H-how many grandkids you got Rick? Jeez.” he fastened their many buckles, then slapped his dog collar around his neck. He put his arms out to his sides “W-what do you think? Am I non-lame enough for Summer?”
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Ignoring the other’s comment, Rick looked his counterpart up and down. “Y-yeah. You’ll do. C’mon,” he grunted, pulling his lab coat on as he headed for the lift. He held the doors open for the other man, pressing the button the moment he was inside. “N-n-now don’t make a –a sc-URP-ene, alright? I-I don’t want Beth knowing why you’re coming over. Th-that’s your daughter by the way,” he added.
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“I-I promise nothing. Beth, daughter. Morty and Summer Grandkids. Check. W-what are you going to tell her? Can’t be Uncle Rick in this situation I’m sure” He leaned back in the corner of the lift as it sank through the building lighting a cigarette. “Anyone else I need to know about?
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“Y-you just need to know about Jerry,” Rick answered, shrugging. “He’s Beth’s ex husband, he-he lives with them. I-I-I’ll introduce you as me, they-they now about o-URP-ther versions of me so it won’t be th-that confusing.”
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RockerRick zipped up his leather jacket as they stepped out into the street
“All right motherf-Uurrp-ucker lets do this !”
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The moment they were outside, Rick set a portal down against a tree. “Ladies first,” he teased, nodding to it. “Just kidding, I g-URP-et to go first.” Tucking the gun away in his jacket, he stepped through and into his lab.
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RockerRick raised his eyebrows as he stepped through into the garage “Damn Rick y-your lab is in a garage? Jeez I-I was expecting a subterranean lair or some shit.” He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and wandered around.
“So this is pr-Uurrp-oper, proper science eh?” he teased peering in the window of the space ship “Looks like random garbage thrown together in a drunken stupor to me.”
Looking at all the crazy equipment on tables and shelves he picked several things up trying figuring out how they worked or what they did. “W-what the fuck is this thing?” he asked bending down to look through the bars of a cage.
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gnoring the ‘proper science’ jab, Rick leaned against his workbench, crossing his arms. “I-I-I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. H-he’s kinda contagious, I haven’t f-figured out how to cure h-his chronic acid vomit,” he advised.
As he was saying this the creature behind the bars, a purple furry lump with chunky arms and nothing else, opened a mouth on the top of its head and vomited. A tractor beam set in the top of the cage pulled most of the vomit out, but a small drop got between the bars and began eating its way through the concrete.
“D-dammit!” Rick snapped, throwing a bottle at it. Exploding, the liquid in the bottle foamed up and covered the hole. “D-don’t want Jerry getting on my ass about that,” he grumbled.
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Jumping back as the vile flung from the critter RockerRick checked his boots to ensure they were unscathed. “W-woah! Sweet, what a wild little dude.” He was impressed with the creature, thought it would make a fun pet.
“So wh-what, is this Jerry some sort of force to be reckoned with or some shit? Need a hand in taking him down a peg, show him who’s the boss?”
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Rick let out a barking laugh at the comment. “Jerry? N-no way, he just likes to think he is. H-h-he’ll bitch and moan about the garage, b-but seriously, he won’t do anything about it,” he admitted, snickering. “Force to be reckoned with… Y-you’re hilarious. Then again, you’ve never m-URP-et Jerry.”
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RockerRick continued his inspection of what he supposed was his future lab. The thought gave him a shudder. “So th-this is where you spend your time? Tinkering around in a garage ? This is some fucking boring shit old man, so far you’re not making a very strong argument for me to give up my life style…” He stopped ragging on Rick when he heard the door to the garage open and turned around.
“H-heyy, hey there he is! Wh-what’s up little-dude, how’s that hang-over treating you?”
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Morty paused in the garage doorway, not having been prepared for Ricker Rick. “Uh… H-hi,” he answered, waving uncertainly. “I’m… Fine.” He gave Rick a confused look, who shrugged in response. Morty determined he didn’t want to know what that meant. “A-are you staying here for a while, Uncle Rick?” he asked, eyes widening. “D-d-did you meet Summer and everyone yet?”
“Not yet, Morty,” Rick answered before his counterpart could. “W-we were getting to that, he was just checking out my lab.” He shot Rocker a glare. Ungrateful little bastard.
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RockeRick walked over and ruffled Morty’s hair “Y-yeah, but it’s so booorning in here.” He teased slumping his body down dramatically.
“Oh! OH! Morty, I-I’ve got something for ya.” he shrieked popping back up and unzipping his jacket. Reaching into his inner pocket he mockingly tried to pull something out as if it was stuck, spinning around on the spot with the pretend effort. He laughed at his own craziness and handed a small black square to Morty. “It’s from the redhead! she left it with my people” RockerRick explained exuberantly “Jessie. Look push here” the screen came to life containing a slide show of her photos and on the last one coordinates “Seems you’ve made quite the impression little man” he nudged him in the side “If your Grandpa ever allows it you can find her with this”
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“J-J-J-Jessie?!” Morty repeated in disbelief. Even Rick looked impressed. So in another universe he was easily able to get with Jessica, just one night of making out and being a hero. “Woah… Th-thanks Uncle Rick!” he cried, looking at Rick over Rocker’s shoulder pleadingly.
“Y-yeah, Morty,” Rick sighed, nodding to the interdimensional phone in the corner. “J-just don’t use up all my minutes,” he added as the teen rushed over. “C’mon, time to meet everyone else,” Rick added to Rocker, shoving him playfully into the house. His tone completely changed when he noticed Beth sitting alone at the kitchen table, reading a magazine. “Hey sweetie!” he cried, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Beth, I want you to meet a friend of mine. Well, me.”
Confused, Beth looked up, eyes widening as she noticed the younger version of her father. “Beth, th-this is me, from a different dimension. Before you were born.” Rick paused, considering. “W-we haven’t come up with a good nickname to distinguish him, b-but Morty calls him Uncle Rick.”
Beth rose from the table, slowly walking over. “From… before I was born?” she repeated, suddenly holding a hand out to shake, then lowering it and raising her arms for a hug, then pulling them back into her chest, looking conflicted. “I-I’m Beth,” she settled on. “Your… Future daughter. I’m a horse surgeon,” she added, wincing a bit at the distinction.
Rick gave Rocker a threatening look over her shoulder, putting an arm around her for comfort. ‘Don’t you say anything to hurt my baby girl,’ he seemed to say.
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RockerRick knew how to read his own face, shooting back a quick ‘as if’ to his older self. He slid his most charming smirk into place as he offered Beth a fistbump “W-what-Uuurp, what’s good baby-doll? I’m your Dad back when he was cool. A Surgeon eh? Must have a big beautiful Sanchez brain under those gorgeous blonde locks.” Damn was he flirting with his own daughter? Hell if he knew, he didn’t know how else to talk attractive people. His future offspring or not.
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Though Rick didn’t seem pleased with the specific nature of his counterpart’s statement, he nodded a little. Beth was completely taken in by her younger father’s charm. “Well, yes, actually. I put myself through veterinary school after having my daughter, Summer. So… What did you do before me, Dad?” Rick had been hoping he could avoid the ‘dad’ confusion, possibly because Rocker had a bit of a daddy kink, but he’d deal with that later.
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RockerRick threw his hands in the air “Woah, no, no. Rick. Call me Rick. Or RockGod, your choice. “ he added picking his smirk back up. He stepped back arms wide to allow her to take him in fully “I’m living the Rock and Roll life baby! Not a ca-Uurrp-re, care in the world, millions of adoring fans. Top of my fucking c-class.” He took a mock bow, flipping his long hair back as he stood back up, then running a hand through it. “Th-that is, that’s bananas republic to think of doing school and the parent gig at the same time.”
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Beth gave Rick a sly look. “Dad, you never told me you were a rock star.”
“You know, he’s ex-UaRP-ggerating a lot sweetie. L-like I barely had a few thousand fans,” Rick pointed out. To be fair, they came from different universes, and Rocker had been at it longer than Rick had. “A-although, I was a god among men. So. There’s th-there’s that.”
Looking back at the other she decided to address his comment. “Well, Rick, it definitely wasn’t easy, but I did have Jerry around to help.”
Rick rolled his eyes so hard Morty might have heard it. “Y-yeah. Real great work there. H-h-he did a bang-up job ‘helping’.”
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“Exaggerating! Psh you wish. Y-You never gave The Curtains a chance. If you had applied your genius to the band like I-I did, I have y-you would have had millions of fans across the universe.” he gave Rick a look that said I’m way better at being us, then laughed.
“Regar-Uurrp-dless of the number, I’m sure they worshiped your fine Sanchez ass the same way they do mine.”
He laughed again at the tone in Ricks voice as he talked about Jerry “Jeez this guy sounds like a real man among men.”
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“Well, he’s uh… He’s my ex husband,” Beth admitted, rubbing her shoulder. “Dad doesn’t like it, but he’s still living with us.” Rick rolled his eyes. “He didn’t have anywhere to go, Dad, besides this is technically our house until I get the deed signed over in my name.”
Rick nodded. “Mmhm. And when is he gonna help you take care of that? He h-h-he hasn’t exactly been eager about it.”
Beth huffed, turning to Rocker. “We fight about this all the time… Jerry can’t help that he’s stupid.”
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RockerRick was out of his world, marriage and divorce foreign concepts in every sense. “I-I will never understand why people tie themselves down like that, like fucking sheep falling in line because it’s what the other sheep do when it never works out and only ends in torment. T-the guy sounds pathetic. How tediously domestic of you to fight with her Rick. J-just craft something to take care of him, I’m sure y-you, you have some place in the universe you could dump the moron.”
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Daughter and father fell silent for a time, giving one another an awkward look. “It’s… Not that simple… The kids, they… They really do need their dad, as much as we’d like for him to leave.” Rick nodded a bit, though he didn’t look nearly as convinced.
“O-on top of which, Jerrys don’t last long off world. Th-they pretty much die as soon as they’re left alone,” Rick explained, shaking his head. “I-I-I don’t think the kids would like that.”
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Morty(RM):
He has a crush on Jessica and maybe even dated her before this.
Rick cares for him and is very critical of whoever he (Morty) expresses feelings for.
Mabel is playful and flirty with him which makes Morty feel good and laugh, they would have fun together. They probably won’t wind up dating in the end.
Dipper is very critical of him (Morty), he (Morty) tries to act like Rick in front of Dipper in defense of these criticism.
Steven is very hyper and sweet, he’s seen some dark shit and has worked through it unlike Morty. Steven helps him (Morty) come to terms with what he’s seen and done and makes him a more positive person.
He (Morty) never met any smart girls before (for some reason he’s been surrounded by idiots his whole life, well other than his Grandpa Rick) He thinks it’s nice to get to know a pretty and smart girl like Connie. He doesn’t care if they like each other in a romantic way or not, he could live with either way.
Morty can’t really talk to Wirt even though they should be able to get along just fine he’s just too awkward around Wirt. He ends up just getting Wirt to buy him alcohol and shit.
Morty is shocked by how active Gregory is. He tries to brush it off and treats Gregory as a child. Gregory doesn’t really care but Morty feels like he’s somehow lying to himself as he tries to act as a mature role model.
Morty does not know how to approach Frisk, they have a sort of silent bond however bonding secretly other cute things (like unicorns and music)
He is inspired by Dib’s knowledge on aliens and such and shows him some other worlds so they can bond. That sadly is all they have, they can’t really bring themselves to talk about anything else.
Finn and Morty don’t really talk, they kind just awkwardly smile at each other and stay quiet when they have to walk together or something.
Marco has nothing that brings Morty attention to him. Morty doesn’t care to waste his time on Marco.
Star reminds Motry oddly of Rick. He kind of follows her quietly because of it.
Marco(SvFoE):
He was dating Jackie but they stopped seeing each other. They’re cool about it and are still friends but they have grown apart and don’t talk that much anymore.
He and Heckapoo are casually dating. It’s really chill and they are really playful with one another. When he brings her up he doesn’t seem too invested in the relationship.
Marco and Tom have such a love hate relationship.
Janna still treats Marco like a punching bag with her jokes. She likes him not that he cares, he doesn’t really see it.
Star is still his best friend, she is more honest with herself now and let him know how she feels. They aren’t as close because she’s very busy as a Princess but they are reconnecting now. He still thinks Star is the coolest girl he knows.
Mabel is very forward with flirting with him. He doesn’t mind and will even humor her with almost flirty replies.
Dipper and Marco nerd out together, girly boy bands, nerdy movies like star wars, and other crap they share a love for.
Steven is a little too goofy for Marco’s taste. He thinks that Steven is like the worse parts of Star.
Connie is cool. He doesn’t have any real feelings for her but he thinks she’s a cool person to talk to.
He listens to Dib rants and thinks Dib is smart.
Finn and him practice sword fighting and talk about past relationships and such.
Frisk weirds him out at first, he kinda gets into Frisk after awhile though.
He doesn’t really care for Morty. It’s nothing personal just doesn’t really Morty. He also thinks Morty is kind of a creep.
Wirt and him talk sometimes, both being actually matured unlike everyone else.
Greg is just a normal dude to him. He doesn’t really think of Greg as a child.
Star(SvFoE):
Tom and her use to date.
Janna and her have some weird sort of feelings that they have played with a little bit before.
Marco is probably the love of her life, but she’ll be fine with just being Marco’s best friend.
Mabel is sort of a mirror of herself so they get along pretty well doing some crazy shit together.
Dipper acts sweet to her but she doesn’t think much of it.
Steven and her just will sing and dance together, having personal parties and fun conversations.
Connie doesn’t really talk to her, must Star can get out of Connie is an “okay” here and there.
Wirt has the ID that provides her with her crazy desires.
Greg A fun kid in her mind.
Finn is a blonde adventurer who dates princesses, she’s kinda wondering what it’s like to date someone like that.
Frisk and her have silent nod conversations that are very deep and helpful.
Morty is cute and shy, nothing like other people she’s been around. They bond over cute shit and maybe share a kiss or som’thin’.
Dib is funny to her. She does like hearing about his love life though, but she likes hearing about everyone's love life.
Mabel(GF):
She became like besties with Pacifica, but then kissed Pacifica during a sleepover and everything became awkward. She claims she just kisses all her friends and kissed Dipper because he’s “her besties besties friend”
Bill after being rejected by the Pines boys makes a move on Mabel, who’s all like “fuck no”
She and Dipper do this fake flirting because they think it’s funny.
Morty is really cute, she kinda likes him. She’s open though.
Marco is super hawt, she flirts with him like crazy.
Star is super cool and she likes acting dumb with her.
Steven is super sweet and cool and she likes crafting with him.
She calls Connie Candy’s and Dipper’s child because she thinks that’s what a mix between the two would be like.
She ships Wirt and her brother.
Greg is sweet fun and cute, she let’s him have a crush on her.
Finn has long lovely hair that she likes to play with. He’s a doll.
Dib is nerdy and doesn’t get how to be social and she thinks that’s really cute (because it’s different from the awkwardness of the other nerd boys here) she likes to poke him.
Frisk is her sweater buddie.
Dipper(GF):
Wendy was his crush over the first summer.
Pacifica had a total crush on him. He kinda was cool with that, but back off when he saw Mabel liked her.
Candy and him would just be such a cute couple, but I probably won’t do anything with it.
Bill is a lusty jerk face demon. Dipper was going to fall for him till Bill’s proposition for a three way of him(Bill), Dipper, and Stanford.
Mabel is his beloved sister, he’ll put her above all else, especially after all his fuck ups in the past. He trust no one around his sister and her heart.
He thinks Morty is faking his nervousness so he can hook up with girls like Mabel. Dipper doesn’t like him at all. (He’s just protective and jelly~)
He looks up to Marco, like how he looked up to Stanford, because Marco is so cool.
Star reminds him too much of Mabel for him to bring himself to really like her or want to get to know her. But he also wants to write about her and her people in a journal because magic mystery stuff.
Steven is a little too friendly for him. However they can relate with having trouble trusting people.
He can talk to Connie for hours and not feel weird about it.
Wirt is a sexy mature dude, Dipper likes those older tall people out of his league, what can I even say more about that?
Greg seems to not like him(Dipper) drooling over his(Greg) older brother.
Dib and him mix what they know, sharing notes.
Finn has cool stories that Dipper records happily.
Frisk is a cool kind in his eyes.
Steven(SU):
Peridot and him had a short thing.
Connie and him are just friends, no longer having romantic feelings for one another. Or maybe they still have romantic feelings, who knows. (reference/show off fusion)
Louise gets a crush on Steven and wants to slap his face.
Morty and him play video games together and enjoy the simpler things. (possible fusion)
Marco seems like a player to Steven but he likes everyone, he just feels a little awkward about Marco hanging around Connie.
Star is like a reversed him in ways, which is obviously a good thing relation wise. (possible fusion)
Mabel teaches him things like how to make sweaters and such. (possible fusion)
Dipper is a bit of a downer. They seem to only be able to talk about said things.
Finn senpai.
Frisk is cool, they show each other some pictures and talk a lot. Well maybe not really talk but you get it.
Low key crushing on Wirt.
Thinks it’s funny that Greg shares a name with his Father. Also rocks. (possible fusion)
Dib reminds him a little of Ronaldo.
Connie(SU):
Peedee and her had a small thing.
Steven and her are just friends, no longer having romantic feelings for one another. Or maybe they still have romantic feelings, who knows.
Morty kind of is the first to make her realize that she can have more friends and be more herself, seeing as Steven had been her first and only friend she never had a chance to think of branching out before.
Marco and her get almost a brother sister type bond.
Star is cool, she guesses.
Dipper has some nice books.
She kinda wishes Mabel wouldn’t hang around Steven so much, but says nothing about it.
Wirt is really chill and it’s easy for her to talk to him.
Greg is like a little Steven in her mind.
Frisk is sweet but weird.
Finn helps her with her sword fighting.
Dib kind of freaks her out but they’re cool.
Wirt(OtG):
Beatrice and him got into a little thing after meeting again.
Sara and him were dating.
Greg is his little brother, he cares for him very much even if they’re only half brothers.
Morty is a cute kid.
Star is a little freaky.
Marco is a little intense.
Mabel’s cute but uncomfortable to be around.
Dipper is just some nerd. Wirt worries about Dipper literally drooling on him at times.
Connie is cool, someone he could get along with.
Steven weirds him out a bit.
Finn is his tall buddy.
Dib has a big head, good arm rest, not that he ever actually means to use Dib’s head for that.
Frisk weirds him out a bit.
Gregory(OtG):
Louise and him may start dating after her crush on Steven dies down.
Wirt is his awesome older brother.
He has a crush on Mabel and her awesomeness.
Dipper is funny to him, low key ships him(Dipper) and his (Greg) older brother, Wirt.
Star is cool, he wants to play with her magic wand.
Marco also funny.
Morty hilarious and fun to tease.
Frisk is kinda cute.
Dib is weird.
Steven is like a cool role model.
He wants a Connie of his own.
Finn takes him to do dangerous shit.
Finn(AT):
Flame Princess was his GF, till they fell through. It still hurts.
Princess Bubblegum was his long time crush. He still keeps her hair like a creep.
He has faint memories of being married to Roselien (pillow) and having kids and all of that. He misses that life.
Huntress Wizard and Finn had that moment, remember, from that one episode?
Star is a cool princess, what more is there to say?
Marco and him swap knowledge.
Mabel is like a cute kid in his eyes.
Dipper is the same as Mabel to him.
Steven has a cool magical shield, Finn wants to figure out how to get that kind of power.
Connie is a cool lady who sword fights, clearly he wants to be friends with her.
Wirt tall buddy.
Greg low key reminds him of Jake.
Frisk and him will adventure silently sometimes.
Dip is funny.
He thought Morty was a girl for awhile.
Dib(IZ)
Tak is his alien girlfriend.
Mabel actually listens to him, he really enjoys that.
Dipper is really cool, he also listens and will share notes and ideas.
Morty tells him about aliens and stuff Rick has made.
Finn doesn’t really talk to him.
Frisk is used as a test subject sometimes.
Marco hears out his rants.
Star is a little on the crazy side in his mind.
He bugs Steven the way Ronaldo does.
Connie is whatever to him.
Wirt pisses him off most of the time.
Greg frustrates him.
Frisk(UT):
Sans is a bae.
Flowey is forgiven.
Chara some ghost kid who follows them around.
Monster kid a close friend they fan out with.
Morty is kinda cute.
Mabel is sweet, sweater buddy.
Dipper is curious.
Steven is sweet.
Connie nice to be around.
Finn and them have cool adventures.
Marco is a little awkward.
Star is super cool.
Wirt is interesting.
Greg is cute.
Dib is weird.
Extras:
Gideon (GF)
Will show up for Mabel to have a time where she shows a different side then her cheerful self.
Summer (RM)
Morty brings her up and shows everyone a picture on his phone of her. Her redheadness is very much appreciated.
Jake (AT)
Finn refers to him as his best friend and is show as busy with his family in the beginning.
Zim (IZ)
Dib gripes about him alot.
Lousie (BB)
Is a bonus character I added last minute she just happens to be there. She doesn’t interact with the others as much. Her brother and sister are also there.
The Gems (SU)
Steven talks about them a lot.
Steven’s Dad (SU)
Steven will talk about him every now and then. Also referenced in relation to Gregory’s name.
Stanley and Stanford (GF)
Dipper and Mabel talk about them a lot. Morty expresses hearing names like that before from his Grandpa Rick.
Notes/Other references:
Adventures moments.
Finn, Connie, and Marco sword fighting buddies.
Something about fusion: Steven and Connie show off their fusion to everyone. Steven then starts fusing with other people. This will show more fusions than the listed possibilities. Possibilities means they show up on their own.
Wirt is the tallest, the second tallest is Finn.
Bill will take over Dib’s body at some point.
Some crappy FNAF reference.
Shows Chara being an annoying ghost now and then.
Pokemon refrence which leads to Pocket Mortys being referenced.
Legend of Zelda references.
Songs to make things more fun.
Sleepover party moments.
Dance party moments.
#notes#rick and morty#pocket mortys#adventure time#undertale#invader zim#steven universe#fusion#gravity falls#ships#star vs the forces of evil#over the garden wall#bob's burgers
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