Y/N: Hey Morty do you know why your grandfather is so sad?
Morty: - looking down, smiling at his shoes so that rick doesn't see -
Morty: He took one of those 'Which Character Are You?' quizzes
Y/N: And...?
Rick: - answers before morty can, with a frown -
Rick: I got fucking Evil Morty!
Y/N: I'm immortal!
Y/N: I'm the strongest woman in the galaxy!
Y/N: I would never get on my knees for anyone or anything
Rick: Shut your mouth and get on your knees!
Y/N: On my knees, sir!
*Operation “change-jerry-fortune-to-not-fuck-his-mom” was a go in season 6 episode 5, and Rick thinks about how he should have brought you along.*
Jerry: “What’s Sailor Moon?”
Rick *cue eyeroll*: “God (y/n) was right. You are old and lame.”
Jerry: “Aren’t you older than me?”
Rick *scowling*: “Fuck you Jerry at least my second wife begs for my heavy dick. Your wife would rather have sex with herself than have your weird, little dick.”
Jerry *feeling ashamed*: “How do you know it’s weird and little?” *Rick dials your number*
“Come on Rick.” You teased one afternoon half-jokingly to him. “Let’s go to the beach. No space shit or stress. Just towels, sunblock, and a cooler.”
Rick groaned and muttered something about his skin being sensitive to the sun and something vulgar about sand getting in places he doesn’t like.
But a few hours later he showed up in flip flops, neon swim trunks, and a very loud Hawaiian shirt, and you knew he was in.
And now you’re here sitting on a beach towel with Rick by your side, who is drinking a piña colada out of a coconut (that he insisted on drinking out of for the full “tropical experience.”)
He looks more relaxed then you’ve seen him in a while, his hair slightly messier than usual from the salty breeze and his usually pale grey skin turning slightly pink at the edges, despite your best efforts to try to get him to reapply his sunscreen, you’ll definitely be hearing him bitch about a sunburn later that night.
“You do know,” he says punctuating his words with another sip out of his drink. “We could’ve gone to a beach in another planet, or universe for that matter. We could’ve gone to one with pink sand or an island for just us, but noooo you wanted this one with birds and whiny children running around.”
You nudge him gently with your knee, “And you came anyway.”
He mumbles a small “mhm” before scooting a little closer to you on the towel and intertwining his fingers with yours. You guys both look out at the water. None of you say anything, you just listen to the waves, enjoying the peace for once.
“I don’t do this.” He mutters eventually.
“Do what?”
“I don’t know, the beach, the sun, the stillness, calm? I don’t know how to slow down…. But with you.. it’s like-” he pauses, almost as if he’s trying to figure out how to get his thoughts out to words. “I want to.”
You turn to look at him. “You don’t have to earn rest Rick.” You say gently. “You deserve to feel peace.”
He scoffs, but there’s no real bite to it. “Only if you’re in it with me.”
You squeeze his hand. “I’m not going anywhere Rick.”
You can see his shoulders visibly relax at your conformation, and he stirs his straw around in his drink.
“Wanna go in the water?” You ask.
“Can’t. Banned from the ocean remember?” He replies and you laugh lightly.
“What I do wanna do…” he takes a final sip of his drink. “Is go get a refill.”
You roll your eyes teasingly and you guys make your way over to the beach bar.
You awake with Rick snuggled up on your stomach, his drool slightly pooling onto your abdomen as his arms around your waist tighten.
You look around to double check that you fell asleep in your OWN bed last night, and not Rick's.
You eye the familiar wallpaper and the smell of your perfume hangs in the air like a bated breath. Your posters of old-movie celebrities and your drawings all hang up in the same spot you left them.
Which could only mean that Rick came to you in the dead of night, and not the other way around.
You feel his soft snores vibrating against your torso, his tired sighs exit through his nose and tickle you.
You wonder how you got to this point. You were simply a family friend, babysat his grandkids while Beth was finishing her schooling.
Now you're intermingled with the smartest man in the universe.
He didn't even like you when he met you. He assures you later on that he rarely likes anyone when he first meets them, which made you roll your eyes.
He would scowl and make snark remarks about you, and you would return the gesture.
Slowly over the weeks and months, the both of you became closer through shared furrowed looks and scoffs, which turned into quickies in Rick's room, make-out sessions in the garage while the rest of the family was out, and Rick teleporting to your apartment during fights apart and the both of you grilling at each other til the both of you gave into the other's stubbornness and lustful, pleading looks.
You reach over and feel up on the nape of Rick's neck, soothing him deeper into a rewarding sleep for a hardworking man.
Rick groans in his sleep and stretches himself awake.
"Mornin' hot stuff" His tired face curls into a soft cheeky grin for you.
"Morning to you too." You whisper softly into the side of his temple with your lips.
He moans into your touch, reaching his face over to meet yours. Giving you a teasing kiss and biting your bottom lip in return.
"Y'know what would make this mornin' a good one?" He whispers huskily into your mouth.
"Hmm?" You purr into his.
"Having you for breakfast." He grins at his corny joke.
You snort and push his face away, rolling your eyes at his cheap shot.
"Well, come and take me then Rick." You giggle and call his bluff.
It Was Your Idea Babe, No Really You Came Up With It.
Morty- "Y/N, why does Rick always take you to fun places?"
Y/n- Oh, that's because I use subliminal messages.
Morty- What do you mean you use subliminal messages? There's no way that works on Rick.
Y/n- Of course it does Morty, how else do you think I got him to take me to Choco Fun Land.
Y/n- What you think I asked nicely? Rick needs to think he came up with the idea, if he doesn't then no matter how much fun he's having ,he's going to act miserable just out of spite.
Morty- So how do you do it exactly? I mean I've never seen you bring up these places or like leave out brochures.
Y/n- No no, that's to upfront. You have to be really subtle with Rick.
Morty- OK so how do you do it? I want to learn so I don't have to be dragged around to all those awful place.
Y/n- OK, well first off you have to be ready to spend months doing it.
Morty- Months!
Y/n- Yeah months, if you act to eager about a place then he's gonna pick up on it and you can kiss whatever fun adventures goodbye.
Morty- uuuuuuhhhh fine so months of work.
Y/n- So first thing your gonna do is scroll around on your phone for awhile and half heartedly mention whatever place you want.
Then you don't bring it up for a week or two, unless a commercial or something about the place pops up organically.
If that happens just say something like "Oh that was the place I was telling you about."
After that two weeks bring up something that you find interesting about the place.
Just do that for awhile and look up stuff about it on his computer or cell so he gets ads.
Morty- OK so act casual, wait awhile in-between bringing it up, and leave a digital trail so he gets advertisements.
Y/n- Yup that's pretty much it. Eventually he'll start to bring it up so you won't have to work so hard on being subtle.
Mort- Wow thanks Y/n, I can't wait to start tricking Rick into taking me places.
Rick- Y/N!
Y/n- Why are you yelling I'm right here.
Rick- DID -Uuuurp- YOU TELL MORTY TO SUBLIMINALLY MESSAGE ME!
Y/n- No, why would I tell him to do that? that is such an awful thing to do to someone.
Rick- He said that yo-uurp-u do it to get what you want so he should do it to.
Y/n- Rick you know I'm not OK with manipulation and subliminal messages is a form of manipulation.
Rick- Yeah your right he probably picked it up from Jerry.
Y/n- He definitely did.
Y/n- Anyway on a completely different note, did you know that the Ezon network had a massive botanical garden?
thinking about rick, who’s more emotionally available, and he's going to try to do something he hasn't done in forty years: proper aftercare.
because what the fuck was the point of aftercare? he was tired, usually he just rolled over and fell asleep if he didn't 1. have more in him, or 2. didn't have somewhere else to be
but that wasn't him anymore.
so he get's up, with a soft "stay there", and leaves before coming back with a warm cloth and cleans you up. he sees your brain working overtime trying to piece together if this was the rick you thought you knew, and he wants to roll his eyes and tell you to fuck off, but then he sees the way your body relaxes against his touch and the way a smile creeps on your face, and he didnt know he could HAVE that effect on people so he says fuck it, and he leans into it.
he pulls some of his clothes for you to wear, and it feels weird for him to tell you that they look good on you. it feels weird that he means it. but he pushes on, takes a swig of his flask and offers it to you, joining you back in bed and wrapping an arm on you before a projector lights up on his bedroom ceiling
"interdimensional cable and a joint, b~UURP~aaby?"
rick sanchez making up with you after a fight when he’s shit-faced and missing you.
“c’mon baby, y’know i didn’t mean itttt” he drawls out his words and mumbles them into your ear, whispering so you know its only meant for you.
“y’so sweet… ‘know i don’t deserve you.. sweet- sweetest girl in t-the entire galaxy” he groans, coaxing his head into the crook of your neck.
leaving soft, slow kisses up and down your skin- unlike his rough, sobered up, messy kisses that he gives to you usually. ‘take it’ he would you tell you through tongue and mouth.
he gets drunk every-time you argue. part of it being so he can apologize to you and then blame it on the alcohol the next day- with his dignity still intact. (it never was in the first place)
he wraps his lanky arms around your waist, his inebriated body heat oozing out of him and coursing into you.
“t-tell me im a horrible person, a shitty fuck-buddy, o-or partner, w-whoever the fuck we are to each other. jus’ please don’t- don’t leave. b-be mad, jus’ p-please don’t leave.” he would coo into the soft of your neck. teasing and biting down your weak spots to emphasize his point.
you shake your head, yet you extend your head back to give him easier access.
he’d smirk and bite harder, kiss longer.
“y’know you’re my girl- y’know that..?” he continues, spilling his guts into the swell of your collarbone.
“i know” you acknowledge. soft and calculated. too many times has this happened, you roll your eyes and let him talk, and flirt, and kiss, and moan, and fuck, and grind into you til he wrings himself out.
yet, you wait for the next time you both buttheads- which is often. you wait, and you comfort him, and you come back to him each time.
as much as neither of you will admit it (sober), this is a cycle that you’re willing to endure.
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