I just mash buttons

I mean we've known he was intelligent from his ability to control and manipulate Ricks, but the portal gun sells it. I think the yellow portal along with the distinctly different design of the portal gun is to show that it's not a copy of Rick's creation. It's something Evil Morty made on his own. I noticed he brought it with him when going through the portal too. Since he wanted to get away from all things central finite Rick, I doubt he'd bring it with him if it was just a copy of Rick's creation.

And in the final dialogue between him and our Morty, he tells us he's just a Morty who got tired of Rick. He's not some super intelligent deviant. If our Morty decides he's sick of Rick, he could become an Evil Morty too and accomplish the same things. Which would mean every Morty is just as smart as him. 

In our (?) Rick's "fake" memory, he rejects the idea of portals and in turn, the citadel. Subsequently Beth and Diane are killed by the citadel. With this threat and Rick having no way to defend them, the only way for Beth to stay alive was for him to accept portal technology (and the citadel) in that moment and leave his family behind.

Why do yall think Rick’s desk is empty this episode? No vials or nothing... hmmm. 

About this scene:

I've seen people say Morty is being a hypocrite/is acting out of character here because he himself has massacred people just like this. Buut I disagree.

I think a huge part of why Morty loved Planetina in the first place was because she was innocent and didn't hurt people. Far from anyone in his family. Morty has said multiple times that he just wants to be a normal, good kid and that's something he could be with Planetina. That's why he felt like he belonged with her. No violence, no death. So to see her turn into the same monster as HIM is what broke him :/ The one pure thing in his life was ruined in front of him.

Request: (Anonymous) Heyyy!! I saw you made reactions for nv companions but do you do for fallout 4 companions? If you do can you do them reacting to the sole survivor being super clumsy when they're safe but really badass when fighting? Thank you <3

// SFW, Humor // 

Disclaimer! For the companions I don’t write for: I haven’t traveled with them much so I don’t know a lot about them. Sorry! 

 Codsworth: He didn’t remember SS being so... physically competent. SS maneuvered over the hood of a car, dodging every bullet blasted their way. They landed on the other side and planted explosives under it, sneaking away as raiders approached. After the hot boom and dust had settled, SS came strolling back and tripped on a small crack in the pavement. Now, this SS he remembered fondly. 

Curie: Marvelled and intrigued. When they first met in the vault she'd watched SS clumsily try to dodge their way through the crowds, tripping over their own feet and being generally awkward. But when they moved like a silent killing machine in the field she was stunned. She wanted to study them, wondering if different parts of the brain controlled movements in different situations. Curie watched carefully whenever they got into trouble, memorizing all their moves. 

Danse: During their first mission clearing out Fort strong, he fought alongside a model soldier, their abilities honed to perfection. When they had dinner in the Prydwen, he saw someone who managed to drop their fork on the ground seven times and spill their milk all over the table. He got increasingly frustrated, eventually questioning them but only getting a sheepish smile in return. He dropped it, defeated.

Deacon: Thought it was the funniest thing ever and couldn't help but laugh. When they walked into a pillar at HQ and when they gracefully dodged a missile flying their way, it was equally hilarious. He made a lot of jokes about it, telling everyone about their enigma of an agent. But, as funny as it was he’d do just about anything to keep their most skilled member on their team and had a great deal of respect for them. 

Dogmeat: No idea what's going on, gets worried when SS falls or hurts themselves. But he's a klutz too, sometimes tripping over his own big paws of tumbling over while chasing his tail. 

Hancock: Extremely intrigued, wondering what other aspects of their personality mirrored this odd behavior. He noticed this trend in their speech, being awkward while talking to friends and serious, almost scary when talking to someone they didn't like. He was confused about how to feel about it. If he pissed them off, he didn’t know if they’d assassinate him in his sleep or nervously laugh and stumble away. 

MacCready: Gets annoyed, how the hell could they come home from a firefight unscratched but break bones falling downstairs? And maybe a little jealous too, someone so clumsy shouldn't be allowed to just switch when they wanted to. Laughs every time they fall but always helps them up. 

Valentine: The first time they tripped over the threshold to the agency, he caught them and chuckled. The 10th time he let them fall, maybe they’d learn like that. When mutants attacked Diamond city, he thought SS was done for but they moved like a shadow between buildings, taking out mutant after mutant in silence. He didn’t know enough words to praise them. He filed the threshold down with a chuckle and let them take the lead in firefights.

Piper: She wanted to protect SS the first time they got in trouble, expecting SS to mess up and drop the gun like they always did during practice. She was in such shock when SS sprinted past her and stabbed a raider in the neck before moving on to the rest that she didn't even notice she had dropped her own gun. After the fight was over and the dust had settled, she yelled when SS bent down to loot a corpse and fell on their face. 

Preston: He trusted his general to take out any threat to his people like no one else, but he didn't let them hammer board to a wall. The last time, they not only hammered their finger to hell but broke a huge hole in the wall and when they tried to fix it, they also broke a window. Does think it’s a little funny though and sometimes smiles to himself when remembering SS’s latest misfortune. 

Strong: Is very, very confused. Scratches his head when they fight, angrily steps over them when they trip over their shoelaces. 

X6-88: He thought he had humans figured out until he met SS. They were taking out the raiders at Libertalia side-by-side and he was deeply impressed by how their body moved like it was built to kill. Then, when they slipped on a plank and fell into the water on their way back, he didn't know what to think. The praise he was about to give was forgotten when he watched them try to pull themselves up but just falling back in again. He didn’t help.

Summary: You say "I love you" to a dog, Rick thinks you're talking to him.

// SFW, Gender neutral, PUPPY, misunderstandings, fluff. //

It was a day like any other. You were splayed out on the floor of the garage and Rick was electrocuting small aliens in a jar. The open garage door did nothing to quench the boiling heat and you had already stripped down to the bare minimum. At first, you had been helping him and watching over his shoulder, but as the sweat began pouring, your last resort was to just lay down on the floor and try to survive.

A sudden, wet, cold nose on your hot skin made you jump. The golden retriever from down the street had snuck in and was licking the sunscreen off your ankle. You leaned over and began stroking her head with a smile, babbling incoherent baby-talk. She would come by ever so often when she had taken it upon herself to escape from her yard. Rosie, which was her name, crawled over you and began licking your face with her tail drumming.

"Aww, I love you!" You squealed as you managed to push her off. Little Rosie rolled over and spread her legs for you to pet her belly.

"You too, sweetie. " Rick mumbled. Rosie kicked your thigh with her paw for you to continue petting but you didn’t notice.

"Rick, do you know what you just said?" You chuckled nervously. He tapped a few buttons and then removed the protective goggles on his face, wiping sweat from his forehead. 

"What?" He turned in his chair and looked at Rosie, huffing at the escapee. You debated whether to forget it or spill it. 

"You said you loved me. Kinda." Guess you’re clumsy.

He raised a brow and then after a few seconds of consideration the color drained from his face. 

"Oh shit-" he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Y-you know I didn't- we agreed that we don't do that shit. Alright? So don't get any you know, ideas." 

You nodded, a little disappointed before looking down at Rosie who was still wagging her tail away. Rick got up from his chair and walked over to you, crouching down. He aided you in reaching maximum pet level, his long fingers able to cover a lot of ground. Your stomach fluttered when you saw the soft smile on his face, his eyes relaxing on the dog. 

"But I do really love you, Rosie." You laughed and leaned in to give Rosie a big ole' hug, Rick chuckled too, before muttering under his breath.

// Slight NSFW for some but nothing graphic //

Edit: Thank you, everyone, who took the time to tell me why the old post wasn’t okay (even the less kind ones). I took some time to think and with the help of some nice people I realize now that I was in the wrong. I’m really sorry for offending anyone, I didn’t mean to but I did so I’m really sorry. I’ll do better! 

Arcade: He was too excited by finding a stack of old books to even notice until he was standing in front of her. She snapped around with a gasp and as soon as he looked up his breath got caught in his throat. 

“S-sorry, oh god I’m so sorry-” he stuttered and spun on his heel so fast it left tracks in the floorboards, powerwalking out of the room while trying to keep his composure. As soon as the door shut behind him he stumbled into a wall and slammed his head against it, cursing himself for causing such an awkward situation. He later apologized over and over, making things even more awkward by bringing it up all the time. 

Boone: Boone was cleaning his rifle on the courier's bed up at the lucky 38, smiling as he wiped dried blood off the barrel. It was from a particularly brave legion soldier who thought they could act faster than he could fire, didn’t end well for them. Suddenly, six barged into the room with a towel wrapped around her body, barely covering their behind as she began rifling through her closet. 

He glanced up but tried to focus on his task instead of staring like some sort of creep. But as she dropped the towel to her feet while pulling on a pair of pants he couldn’t resist following the pants as they slipped up her legs and over her ass which was just so... so nice. He’d seen her half-naked while changing clothes out in the wastes but somehow this felt different, way more intimate and he could feel his cheeks grow hot. He thought he could contain himself but then she turned around and held up two variations of chest armor and asked which one was better, to which Boone had no answer, all he could focus on was her bare chest. 

“They’re both fine, just pick one.” He spoke plainly and looked back into the barrel of his gun, placing the rag over his crotch to hide the tent in his pants. 

Lily: Too pure, only wants them to get dressed so they don’t get cold :’) Will rip anything of fabric nearby and make a makeshift dress. 

Raul: “Shit, hand me a shirt from my bag. This one smells like shit.” Six grunts as she pulls off her t-shirt covered in bloatfly maggots, throwing it into a nearby ditch. When Raul turned around, holding out a torn up jumper he froze. As gross as it may be, the slime made her chest glisten beautifully in the sun. His eyes roamed her body up and down a few times before she cleared her throat and he was pulled back to reality. 

“Sorry, boss. That looks nasty, you should wash up.” He dug out a bottle of water which she used to wipe the slime off which made her chest bounce, goosebumps prickling her skin. None of this went unnoticed by Raul who was casually glancing at her, pretending to pack the bag up whenever she looked. Man, it’d been long since he’d something so gorgeous. 

Veronica: It was unusually hot in the Mojave and since you could usually fry eggs on the pavement, it’s safe to say it was near unbearable. They were both lugging on more things than they could carry but the taste of a shitload of caps made them grit their teeth and continue. Six had promised her any dress she wanted if she helped her carry them, so she was more than happy to. Great time to further prove her strength too. After hours and hours of frying in the hot sun, they happened upon a small beach only occupied by some radroaches, which were easily discarded.

“Why waste the ammo on roaches?” Veronica asked as Six threw her rifle over her back and began undressing, much to the young girl's surprise. “Woah, alright you haven’t gone mad from the heat. Right?” Six just smiled and pulled Veronica's robes off, laughing as she dragged her towards the water. Still a bit confused, Veronica followed her friend into the water and gave into splashing each other with the cool water. She had been having so much fun she didn’t even notice at first, but when six stood up in shallow water her jaw almost dropped. She stared almost in awe as the water dropped down the courier's body.

“You okay?” Six asked when she noticed Veronica staring. “You’re all red, want some lotion? Bought some good stuff from a merchant...” Six began digging through her bag while trailing off. Veronica just continued to stare at her friend's soaked body, how did she not notice how beautiful they were before? 

ED-E: *beeps in concern* 

Rex: *Licks her legs* 

Summary: You meet Rick for the first time in a grocery store.

// SFW but suggestive, Gender neutral, A little awkward and VERY dumb //

"What kind of cereal do I get?" The universal question that determines your worth as a person. Would you go for the loops of life and the universe, the imitation and subsequent destruction of traditions and endangered animals or puffed rice with elves on the packaging? As you were strolling up and down the aisle, trying to make sense of the mishmash of labels you bumped into something. Apologizing quickly, you backed up. 

"Whatever, move." An old man with a sour look pushed past you and picked out a box with conviction, stopping a second before grabbing another box. Eyeholes; you hadn't heard of those. With his crooked back and long lab coat, he looked like any 80s mad scientist. The muttering to himself was the icing on the cake, certified nutty. 

"So, are we doing this or what?" He suddenly spoke and turned around. You took a few steps back and pushed your cart between. You felt like you'd just been caught with your pants down. "Nobody looks at me like that unless they want some of this-" he wiggled his hips. You quickly turned around and barked a loud apology before pushing your cart as far away as it went. The children's clothing department at the other end of the store became your shelter. Maybe it was the bluntness of his offer or his sharp, blue eyes that got you so nervous, either way, he had affected you. Usually, a perv with a hunger for cereal wouldn't phase you, but this one had left more than an impression. Your cheeks were burning.

He was now nowhere in sight so you quickly scrounged up the rest of your list and headed towards the registers. God, you were acting like a teen hiding from their crush in the school hallways. That's a new low. Just jab him in the nuts or something. After almost kicking the self-register who refused to acknowledge the milk, you left. Huffing and puffing with two heavy bags on each arm you stumbled outside.

"Hey." One little word, barely a sound made you drop your bags and swing around. It was the old man, leaning against a wall with his hand stuffed down one of those cereal boxes. He looked down at your bags and then back up at you with one brow raised. "Y-you ran away like I asked to wear your skin or something." He pushed himself up and walked over. "Wasn't what I-I had in mind" with a small nod, the man looked you up and down. He must have noticed your attention drifting to your car because he spoke quickly, "Alright, I'll get to the point. Those jeans fit you nicely and I'm bored." 

You looked over to your car and then down at your groceries, actually considering the offer. You started to worry about the things needing a freezer, how to get your car home and oh if he was going to wear you as a skin-suit. 

"Last chance." 

Summary: Continuation of the previous story, with the least satisfactory ending possible. Also, good relationships need communication, right? Right?? 

// NSFW, Some angst, make-up sex in the bathroom because that’s not gross and alcohol. 

You never recovered from that night and spent the weekend under the covers. No matter how much you tried to bear and grin it through work, you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom several times to cry. It seemed like everything reminded you of Rick. The smell of cheap coffee was an especially hard gut punch and you admitted to holding your breath when passing someone with a cup. At the end of your days, you went home, ordered food on the odd days you felt like eating at all and then went to bed to sleep the day away. They say time heals all wounds but you couldn't sit and wait patiently. You wanted to move on. Now. 

After a month of no contact, you were still nervous to sleep, wondering if you'd dream up some scenario where you two makeup and everything goes back to normal. Then you’d wake up and the wounds were freshly ripped. You hadn't heard anything from his family and was too scared to reach out. What if they saw you as an evil monster and hates you now? Because of that nagging thought, you couldn't face even sending a text their way. You had pretty much tried everything to distract yourself, indulging into some of your vices but when nothing worked you decided to try something else. Someone else. After chatting for just a day you set a date with some blonde with a decent sense of humor and a nice smile. 

You met up at a bar where he took the liberty of ordering a few of their specialties with the excuse of wanting to try something new. It wasn't hard to gauge what he was really after. But you didn't have a problem with that. As the liquor buttered you two up you found yourself having a decent time and for a second, Rick wasn't occupying your head. Until the door to the bar swung open and someone took a seat at the bar. It felt like time slowed down when you glanced across the room and spotted the blue mess of hair. He met your eyes before turning to the bartender. You didn’t miss how gaunt and tired they looked. 

"You okay?" Your date asked, pulling you out of your trance-like state. It almost hurt to turn away, but you managed to force a painful smile and excuse it as nothing. He droned on about boats as you pretended to be interested so that you wouldn't have to talk. You were sure it would come out as a shaky whimper anyway. Your cheeks burned and your legs tingled. You just wanted to run over and hug him. Kiss him and tell him that you missed him. And you could feel his eyes on you too, never relenting even when you caught him. All this, coupled with the loud music playing over the speakers made your head spin and you had to go to the bathroom to cool down. But you knew what you were hoping for when you locked the door behind you. The only person who could walk through locked doors.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, the dress riding dangerously high on your thighs. You wondered if Rick had watched you walk away. You wondered if he liked what he saw. Of course, he did. He got you this dress. Like phantoms, memories of his hands gliding over your hips made you sigh. He'd let his hand push past the fabric and onto your skin beneath, pushing the dress over your head. And you'd turn around, clawing at his pants as he kissed your neck. 

You were so immersed in rolling your hips that you barely noticed the room lighting up in green. 

"Y-you weren't taking a shit, good." Rick leaned against the wall on the other side of the bathroom, crossing his arms over his chest. You watched him through the mirror, swallowing roughly. 

"Rick... what are you doing here?" You turned to lean back on the sink, not bothering to push the dress back down.

"Always such a tease. You thought I *urp* wouldn't notice you swinging your hips on your way in here? O-or you gonna play stupid and say you didn’t want me to follow you?" 

"I mean at this bar." You crossed your arms too, creating a thicker wall between you two. 

"Wanted to see what kind of douche you were trying to replace me with. What? Can't a man be curious? By the way, not impressed." He hissed. 

"So you were following me?" You felt the heat building in your stomach. So he knew how much pain you were in and didn't do anything until you threatened to fuck someone else? Rick just shrugged before taking an exploratory step forward, and then another when he saw you weren't backing off. 

"Rick-" You tried as he lifted you onto the sink, his tounge striping your neck. You gave in embarrassingly fast and carefully wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer so he could get a better angle at your skin. He pushed your knees apart and pushed himself between them, revealing the bulge you hadn't even noticed before. And you let out a whimper, your body reacting to him immediately. With your nose in his neck, you inhaled his scent and it made your heart jump. All the pain was pushed away, so far back you forgot all about it. How could a man have this effect on you? 

Before long he had pushed your panties aside and pushed inside, making you shudder around him. He worked hard and fast, almost angry as his thrusts made the sink shake. You bit down into his neck to drown your moans. He grunted when you managed to break the skin, blood staining your bottom lip. The fire inside of you was spitting out of your mouth and you had no mercy on his flesh. And neither did he, his fingers were digging into your frame so hard you were sure it was bruising and his hips slammed hard and deep. Deeper than you had ever felt before. Rick wrapped his bony fingers into your hair and pulled you back by the scalp, staring into your wet eyes. 

"You're crying?" He chuckled as you licked the blood of your lips, swallowing loudly.

"Fuck you" you hissed and pushed your hips into his, making him screw his eyes shut.

"Babe-baby, you're so good when you're pissed." He smirked before taking control of your mouth, pulling and chewing at it. "Damn it, I missed you so fucking much-" He slammed his hips into you again, growling against your cheek. And your heart jumped yet another time, so hard it made you choke back a cry. He leaned back and smiled, wiping the tear from your cheek before pushing his tounge back in your mouth.

"Me too, Rick-" You mumbled and you tried to tell him everything your heart was screaming. But, when he began rubbing at your nub all you could do was pull him closer as your muscles began to tighten, making you whimper into his neck as you came. He fucked you through it, holding you in place as your legs jerked. 

"That's it, that's my good girl." He praised you as he continued pounding, reaching his own finish line. 

"You're so fucking beautiful. Y-you're my girl, mine. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He rambled between deep grunts as his nails clawed down your back. His knees gave out, pulling you both to the floor with a loud thud. You landed on him. After managing to roll over with great effort, you pushed your hand under his probably sore head that took the fall. He groaned and began lazily zipping his pants back up. Rick then stood up, checking himself in the mirror before reaching a hand out to you. With shaking knees, you got up and cringed at the feeling of him dripping out of you. He chuckled and handed you a paper towel before shuddering. 

"So... how we gonna do this?" He mumbled as you cleaned yourself up and made great effort to look away. 

"What do you mean?" You questioned. He sighed deeply before walking up behind you in the mirror. You turned the tap off as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

"I can't fucking- I'm yours if you want me. Alright? No other chicks, just you." 

"Okay, Rick. I want you." You smiled at him through the mirror. 

"Cool, I'm starving. Let's get something to eat." Rick grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you along, making a final declaration before stepping through the portal.

"If you tell anyone I got mushy, you're dea- I'll burn your apartment down."

END

Summary: You go on a date with a boy, bad things happen. Rick comes to your rescue. 

// SFW with NSFW mentions, Angsty, Fuckboys, Rick actually likes you. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Humiliation, derogatory terms, and violence. 

"Just one more thing." Summer grabbed a red lipstick to match your sparkling dress. She smeared it on and smacked her lips for you to mirror. "You're gonna blow his mind." 

You took a last look in the mirror before hurrying down the stairs to watch for your date’s car in the window. Summer followed.

"Where you going looking like the disco ball of a murder party?" Rick muttered as he stepped out of the garage and into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. 

"Not that it's any of your business, but she's going on a super hot date with a super hot guy named Dan." Summer spat. You had no idea who she was trying to impress, it certainly couldn’t be Rick. He rolled his eyes and snapped your shoulder strap. You rubbed the sore skin and punched him in the arm. 

"Dan. Should've guessed from the smell of cheap perfume and breath mints- oh hey if he pops your cherry you might finally chill the fuck out!" 

"Oh my god, that's so gross!" Summer groaned and pushed you out of the room, opening the front door to reveal your date's car in the street. You could hear them fighting when the door shut. 

Brushing it off, you hopped into the car. The date started fine with a movie and ended even better with a nice dinner and an invitation to his apartment. You eagerly accepted and followed him to his bedroom where he was already getting undressed. The two of you laughed when he pulled you into bed and as your bodies and lips were writhing around, you felt a spark of excitement. You wondered if Rick was watching, however far fetched and fucked up of an idea it was, it made your stomach jump. 

"Hold on." Dan hopped off the bed and reached into his jean pocket. He pulled out his phone and held it up, the flash going off in your face. "Give me a smile?" Your body scrunched up as you gulped. 

"Why are you taking pictures?" 

"To show the guys, need proof to win." He began typing in his phone as you shot up and pulled your underwear back on. He didn’t seem to notice. 

"What do you mean win?" The increased panic in your voice was probably the reason he looked back up. 

"Oh shit, yeah we've got this bet on who can bed the most chicks. You were the 11th meaning..." he held his phone up to his face and flexed, "I wiiin."

"So... what?" 

"You get out." His phone started ringing, "You didn't actually think we were- hah,  look at you and then look at me." He patted you on the shoulder. "Out of your league, slut." 

Tears bloated and poured as he answered the phone enthusiastically, waving you away. Quickly scrounging up your clothes and bag, you slammed the door and ran down the staircase without caring about actually putting them on. As soon as your bare foot hit the grass your knees buckled. With your body moving on reflexes, you called the only person you could think of. 

"What?" Rick mumbled into the phone, chewing on something. Your hands trembled so much you had to use both to keep the phone steady. 

"Can you pick me up?" You managed to calm your breath enough to be coherent. 

"Why, wasn't your hot date getting you home? Let me guess, it didn't go well? Take the bus." 

"Rick... please" You sobbed loudly and suddenly. The other end of the phone was quiet for a moment. 

"What happened?" His voice came through like a breath. Things clattered in the background and Beth asked where he was going. He told her he was going out, location unspecified. 

"He- He used me to win a bet and now I'm outside his apartment in my underwear!" You cried and clutched your chest, covering up with your dress. The mascara dripping down your neck settled between the folds.; First time wearing it and it’s already stained.

"Fuck, alright I'll be right there. Don't hang up. I'm tracing your phone." You heard the calming sound of his ship starting up and the garage door creaking open. 

- - - 

"Alright, I see you." He finally announced after a few minutes and you spotted him descending above the trees. The ship tore the pavement in sparks and Rick jumped out, marching towards you. He cursed and wrapped his coat around you before looking you dead in the eyes and demanding the apartment number. You didn’t hesitate to tell him even before he threatened to burn the whole building down. 

"Get in the ship.” He then addressed the machine, “Ship, Keep Y/N safe!" You did as told and watched the scene from inside. A silhouette passed Dan’s window, moving towards the front door. Then light from the hallway filled the room followed by Dan crashing through the window in a blue blast. You swore you could hear his bone crack when he landed. 

"Help, oh my god help me!" He shrieked when Rick jumped down from the window.  His shoes let out a small shock wave as he landed gracefully next to the screaming man. 

"Shut the fuck up!" Rick roared and stomped him square in the chest before pulling out his portal gun, shooting it beneath Dan and just like that the screaming stopped. 

"What did you do?" You stammered when he hopped into the ship. 

Rick wiped his brow. "Isn't it obvious? I blew up his shit-cave and sent him to a dimension of Loobas. Oh and I sent a virus to all his dickhead friends that spawns a wild dingle-doober, should take care of them." He curved off the sidewalk and lifted into the sky as you clutched the seat. You never really got used to flying in what was basically a modified trashcan. 

"Thank you, I didn't think you'd care." You confessed to which he rolled his eyes.

"It's not just about you, I can't stand shit for brains like that. If I get a chance to take one out, I'm doing it. Trust me, they don't change. Got a lot of experience with guys like that."

"You dated a fuckboy?" Your tounge slipped. 

"I was the fuckboy. The biggest dick of them all, that's why you gotta trust me on this one. Don't think about it. Whatever he might have said or done, you're better than that. Better than most." 

You managed a chuckle, feeling your body come back to you and as you watched him focus on the sky, you realized something. You had convinced yourself that you could move on from your feelings for Rick with someone else, but you were just digging deeper. You wanted to make him see you, maybe even make him jealous. As fucked up as tonight had been, you felt warm knowing Rick was just a phone call away. And he actually cared, if only enough to kick the shit out of someone for you. 

Yes! Thank you for the request and the kind words! 

Making breakfast (Rick Sanchez/Reader)  

Summary: You make breakfast, pretty simple. 

// Lil fluffy, lil NSFW, breakfast, wholesome // 

Last night Rick had pulled you through a portal, landing you right in his bed with a clear motive. He was covered in blood and sweat, half hard. But before you could get anywhere Rick fell into the pillows and started snoring loudly, leaving you to undress him and tuck him in under the covers. Without a way home, you decided to just slip in beside him and get some sleep. And that's where you found yourself when you woke up, entangled in his long limbs with sweat pooling at your forehead. It was the beginning of summer and laying next to a living heater like Rick was guaranteed to make you soak the sheets. 

After kicking the smothering covers off, you shielded your ears to drown out the sound of alarms blaring from every room in the house. Eventually, after several snoozes, the family was up and on their way. Not feeling like talking to them, you waited for the last person to leave before getting up. Rick was still asleep and probably wouldn't have woken up if the house fell into the earth, but you tried your best to keep quiet. Your clothes from last night were discarded all over the floor and with no light, you tried to feel your way to them. You must have made a mistake though because the shirt you pulled on hung awfully low. But, you doubted Rick would mind unless it was his coat so you didn’t bother going on another blind hunt. 

When you reached the kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of the still-warm coffee while filling up another batch. You didn't mind the taste as much as you just wanted some caffeine in you. The fridge was stocked and it took some time to sift bacon and eggs from the mess. You usually weren't a breakfast person but seeing as Rick came home exhausted and that you had gotten a full night's sleep, it felt like it was time. Luckily, there was also ready-made pancake mix which you began whipping up as the bacon sizzled, humming softly to yourself. 

"Well, look at that. Making breakfast in my shirt, kinda cute. Gotta be honest. " A gruff voice made you jump, some of the mix splattering on the floor. The newly-awake Rick took a step back and stared down at the puddle, scratching his head. 

"I'm not cleaning that up, though." He snatched the bowl from you and started lightly whipping it while you reluctantly cleaned up. 

"So, what's the occasion?" He asked before placing the bowl down, leaning his back against the counter as you hurried to flip the bacon. You turned to him, spatula in one hand and a smile on your face. 

"Nothing special, I just felt like it." Rick raised a brow but shrugged it off when you pushed past him to reach for the pancake mix, pouring it into a second pan. 

"No, not like that!" He interrupted and swiped the ladle you had picked from you, settling behind you. 

"Pour it like this- see?" He reached around you and began swirling the mix down, his body hugging you close. You couldn't pay attention to what he was showing when he was close like this, his bare chest pressed against your back. Rick’s hot breath brushed against your neck, making the hairs on it go rigid. 

"Do you wanna do it?" You asked and took a deep breath, pushing back into him.

"Nah, it's time for you to learn. Now focus." He sounded oddly stern, like a real teacher as he wrapped your hand in his. You would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this, his long fingers wrapped around yours if only to flip pancakes. As the cakes were stacking up, you noticed Rick got more and more animated, his body moving against yours. And when you moved with him, he let out a low grunt. That's when you felt it, the bulge pressing against his boxers. 

"Tell me the truth, is it me or the pancakes?" You giggled and leaned back further into him, watching his brows furrow. 

"You don't want the answer to that." He chuckled and tugged at your wrist for you to focus on the task at hand. You sighed and let your hand follow his without any resistance.

"I think that's enough, we've got enough for like 10 people." You mumbled, breakfast being the last thing on your mind as your body grew hotter. 

Rick sighed and leaned down, his cheek pressing against yours. 

"You sure we don't need a few more" he grunted and bucked his hips into yours, making you gasp. His grip on your hand was still firm as you tried to swing around, keeping you at his mercy as his hips continued to slowly grind into yours. When he flipped the final cake out of the pan, you were ready to just push him to the floor. But, just before you could, he grabbed the plate and hurried off, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You chewed on your lip, cheeks burning.