I’m gonna need more Rick Sanchez shit. Idc what people say I love that old man. Maybe more stuff like the one where he had a soft spot for the reader? Like expanding more on that? Honestly it’s totally up to you but I would eat that shit up.
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part two to my og rick sanchez x gn!reader blurb, but you could solidly read this on its own i think. again, not a fleshed out fic, not a headcanon, but a dangerous place in between
summary: you're a family friend and space beth brings you home for the holidays. you've heard across the multiverse about the asshole known as rick sanchez, but for some reason he's... different with you?
since space beth brought you home for the holidays, the tension between you and rick has been... well, far too present for everyone's liking. which is weird, because the two of you have exchanged like, a SOLID twenty words. maybe. and the tension from you is expected: who isn't a little in awe of the smartest man in every universe? but the tension coming from rick's side? his random softness towards you, the way he let you into his garage, his room — even when he wasn't there? let's just say, morty was a little peeved.
both beths have prepared a beautiful christmas eve dinner, and after somehow managing to get rick to come out and eat, everyone KNOWS something is up with him, despite his constant deflection of it. rick is a bit more distant than normal and not being as much of an ass and… did he just excuse himself after a burp? jesus, who are you turning him into?
but no one's complaining throughout the meal, the most peaceful one the smith family can remember having. as everything wraps up, you offer to take everyone's plates, heading to the kitchen and starting on the dishes. everyone immediately turns to stare down rick.
summer: okay what the fuck is going on with you grandpa rick
beth: yeah i’ve never seen you so… well mannered
jerry: i, for one, didn’t know it was even possible
spacebeth: i hate to agree with jerry, but you are being weird. are you trying to fuck my high school best friend right now?
morty: grandpa rick, c-come on, i like them! i don’t know what your plan is here, but i-just, just dont. leave them alone!
summer: i think they’d be kinda cute
beth: summer stop shipping your grandpa and my childhood friend. that’s horrible
spacebeth: i mean, it’s honestly the least horrible thing we’ve done in a while
and rick slams his hands down and gets up in a fit of anger: enough! i’m-i’m not doing anything with them! leave me the fuck alone, i don’t care about this shit
he storms out to head back to the garage but pops his head in to let out a: and i’ve done plenty of worse things than this in the last bblueeghghh— h-hour. fuck you for underestimating me.
and while the smiths carry on discussing amongst themselves, you're standing at the sink, frozen. you'd heard the whole thing, and you didn't know how to feel. honestly, you're kinda just glad you're not the only one who sees it, and — wait, did summer admit to shipping us? oh jesus christ
later that night, you follow space beth to the roof for some well-deserved drinking. and you're talking about it, about rick, and how you just feel a certain way around him. you can't describe it, and you feel fucking stupid for trying to, especially to the maybe clone of his daughter. but he's different than how he'd been described to you, and it seems that's out of the ordinary. you can't help but be curious, but you don't want to pass any line or... whatever
you expect to be ridiculed. in the admission of some kind of feelings, you honestly expected to be ridiculed and outed to rick, laughed out of the smith household forever. but space beth takes a long drink and stares at the stars.
space beth: listen, he's the worst piece of shit to have existed, and I can't have you going into this not knowing that... but like pop off queen
you: the fuck do you mean, 'pop off queen'? are you supporting this right now?
space beth: he's been different with you, i don't know. i haven't seen it since... jesus, well, since mom. it's kinda nice to see again.
you: i don't know. i just don't want to make a move and then make the biggest ass out of myself in front of rick fucking sanchez. he'd never let me live it down across the whole fucking multiverse.
and you guys keep talking, unknowing that rick has the garage door propped open and has been listening the entire time. he takes a swig out of his flask, muttering a "jesus fuck" to himself as he forces himself to think about it. he's feeling weird, and doesn't know what the fuck to do about it, but he knows damn well he doesn't want to make you feel how you think he's going to.
both of you drink a little too heavily that evening, drowning yourself in feelings you're both trying so hard to push away.
it's a sunny day on christmas morning as rick nearly crash-lands the spaceship in the front yard, running to the garage with far too much excitement. you can see him from the dining room window, a mischievous look on his face as he runs in, and you can't help but want to get involved.
whatever conversation you had with space beth last night put some confidence in you, and you walk out to greet him.
you inch closer, noticing his back is turned to you and you can't see what he's doing. you call out for him, feeling bold, but you're met with no response. you walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, hoping, praying it doesn't get shot off the second you make contact with him. it doesn't. actually, you're met with his shoulders relaxing at the touch when he turns to see it's you. rick fully spins around in his chair, credit card in hand, pink dust around his nose, and eyes redder than you'd ever seen.
a smile tugs at your lips as you roll your eyes at him: rick, it's nine in the morning on christmas. what on earth is this?
rick: ah ah ah, what in the testicle monster dimension is this. kalaxian crystals, o-only the finest way to spread some christmas cheer.
you'd heard about kalaxian crystals before, a fleeting but impressively strong high. you weren't exactly a prude when it came to drugs, especially having spent the last year with rick's daughter, so you offer him a smirk and a genuine without me? your eyes widen in shock at your own confidence.
rick returns with a full belly laugh, a sound that knocked all of said confidence out of your knees: be my guest, sweetheart
you were high off the pet name even before the first bump
as you leaned forward to partake, you couldn't shake the feeling of rick's eyes burning holes in the back of your head, and the sudden rush of the kalaxian only amplified it. you threw your head back, a mix between a giggle and a cough escaping your lips as you turned to face rick, your eyes just a red and blown as his.
whether it was the crystal or the close proximity, he didn't know, but rick couldn't take his eyes off of you. the way your hair flipped back as you came back to a standing position, the way you were still in your candy cane striped pajamas, revealing a little more skin than he'd been used to seeing you in. the sound of your laugh echoed in his garage, and rick felt like he was fucking tweaking.
not even in a bad way, but anxiety coursed through his veins as his thoughts ran wild, thoughts he hadn't had towards someone in over forty years. fuck, you were going to be the death of him.
and fuck, he couldn't take it anymore.
rick stood from his chair with such force it fell to the garage floor behind him, nearly lunging for you as he backed you against his counter. you were both breathless, pupils shot as you stared at each other through the colorful haze of the crystal.
rick: y-you have --uuuuurrrppp-- no idea what you're doing to me
a smirk fell on your lips, a mysterious pride racing through you: oh yeah?
rick: y-yeah. fuck, i-i-i, i don't know. i don't know, and i fucking hate it. i hate how distracting you are, and how --uuurrppppp-- how i can't fucking get you out of my head. i'm actually half convinced you're here as a ruse to take me down
you gave him a smile, one so contagious, rick was now positive you had some kind of trance on him. but he couldn't care less, something about you bringing his mind to an ease he never thought he'd experience again.
a groan escaped his lips as rick let out a deep: oh, for fucks sake
rick leaned down immediately, connecting your lips with a kind of passion and revernence you didn't expect, a hold on you that didn't meet the harsh words heard about him around the galaxy. nothing about the way he kissed you was mean or selfish, and maybe it was the crystal talking, but holy shit you could do this forever.
he pulled back, searching for any uncertainty in your eyes. any signs he'd fucked up like he always does, hurting you like half the family already expected him to. but as rick saw the glimmer in your eyes and your plush pink lips matching the same tinge on your cheeks, it erased any self-doubt he had.
rick opened his mouth to speak, to say something cocky and ruin the moment, to tease you, but he was cut off with a slow clap coming from behind him. morty and summer stood with smirks on their lips and mischief in their eyes.
rick: either of you say one word and i'm blowing up boob-world.
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