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Dance With Me

Another fic based off one of @dorklyevil comics of the same name, which can be found here. (Read Comic Here)

Again, cause this ship gives me life, I've written this for you Dorkly, hope you like it. By the way, used the song lyrics to your fave song Lover Boy by Phum Viphurit (see music video here)

A Evil Ericka x Doofus Rick fic. In this fic, Zeta-7 tries to cheer up a friend.

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Having sobered with the help of one Zeta-7s elixirs, Evil Ericka was left to face the reality of her situation without the pleasant buzz, and numb delight liquor usually brought; at least she still had her smokes. For his part, Zeta-7 noticed that his dear friend wasn't happy. Was it because Zeta-7b was busy with Erick? Had she wanted to assist with baking the after dinner dessert as well, but was afraid to ask? Oh, poor dear.

He remembered the time when Erick had felt left out when he and Morty baked together, and he'd be darned if he'd allow anyone to feel unwanted in his watch. Inspiration struck when he realized the living room radio wasn't currently in use, and pressing the play button, he allowed the joyful sounds of a strummed guitar to saturate the room, before taking her by surprise, and pulling her into a dance.

Wandering the streets all through the night

Searching for the one to make me right

Wondering if she's the shade of you

And if so, should I try to see it through

“Damn it.” Ericka cursed under her breath.

Yet, despite her annoyance, she didn't fight him, and couldn't fight him; allowing him to sway her to and fro. Maybe she should have. Ricks were trouble, and she'd been with a few along the way, but none like him. Maybe, he was what she was waiting for. Zeta-7 didn't say a word, nor was conscious of her ruminations, only humming along to the melody, carrying her away to the place of his imagining.

Darling, I got my trust issues

Warning, you stay away

If we meet at the rendezvous

Take me away, sunray

Could he take her away? Maybe, he could.

Darling, I got my trust issues

Warning, you stay away

If we meet at the rendezvous

Take me away, sunray

“Y-you're a lovely dancer Ericka.” he chuckled, his breath feathering her ear.

He didn't have to be so damn nice, or smell this good; they were practically the same person. And she'd be damned if she let him charm her with his pleasant smiles and all too familiar personality, but closing her eyes, feeling, listening to theirs bodies swaying along, she'd be just as damned if she didn't let him. Would he take her away? Should he? Perhaps not, but maybe, somehow he would.

Opening her eyes, seeing him look back, just as eager and anxious, a smile managed to make its way on her face; the melody carrying on.

I'll know peace when I'm your lover boy

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What Do You Want

Based off the comic of the same name by @dorklyevil, which can be read here (Read comic)

I wrote this fic cause I love dorklys work, and because she's a sweetheart. Thank you for what you do. Love you 😘😘😘😘😘😘

Fem Doofus x Evil Rick, Doofus Rick x Evil Ericka fic. In this fic, Evil Rick is questioned on what he wants.

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It wasn't unusual for Erica Zeta-7b, her Morticia, and Evil Ericka to pay regular visits to the neighboring dimension of J19ζ7, to the home of their male counterparts. As usual, they would step through the portal, walk up to the familiar house, with its manicured garden, and lovely red door, and despite the indifference of her party, Zeta-7b couldn't help but feel a thrill; she felt as though she was coming home. Of course friendliest of their male counterparts answered the door, and gathered the others in a loving embrace; though they had just seen each other the week before. “Gosh,” Zeta-7 beamed. “it's - it's so nice t-t-to see you again Ericka, and Erica, and M-Morticia.”

“Wh-what the hell JZ,” cursed Ericka, despite the slight stirrings of hidden emotions. “ever-ever heard of - of personal space?”

“Ah, d-don't be like that Ericka,” Zeta-7b sighed. “this is nice.”

For her part, Morticia rolled her eyes, wondering when all of this foolishness would be over so that she could go over the schematics of her latest invention with Morty. Letting go, Zeta-7 could only chuckle; it was nice to have everyone over.

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After checking out the fridge and pantry, Erica realized she wouldn't have all the ingredients she needed to feed six. So, gathering together a few reusable bags, she waved goodbye as she was about to go. “Y-y-y-y-you don't have to cook Erica,” Zeta-7 commented, stopping Zeta-7b in her tracks. “you're our guest. I should - should do it.”

“Don't worry about it Rick, I can do it. Besides, it - it seems like you and Ericka are ugh - a-a little busy at the moment.”

Already on her third glass of Zeta-7s homemade wine, Evil Ericka gestured towards her dominoes. “Hell yeah w-we are. This guy is - is this close from getting his ass whooped at Mexican train.”

“Ericka!” Zeta-7 and Zeta-7b said in unison. “Language!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Sheesh.”

“I'll ugh - I'll go with you.” Evil Rick said quietly since there was no way he was going to win the game; leaving Zeta-7 to fend for himself.

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The farmers market wasn't that far, and because it was a lovely day, Zeta-7b thought it would be better to walk. She hadn't exactly expected that Erick would come, or would want to, but it was all the better to have decent company. And this way, she'd have a better idea of what everyone would like for dinner. “It's s-so lovely outside isn't?”

“I-I guess. How ugh - what about you? Things cool?”

“Gosh,” she brightened. “of - of course. My sunflowers are bl-blooming, and I-I tweaked my brownie recipe. You know, since it made you a-a little sick last time.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he tried to play it cool. “Nah, it - it wasn't that. Just some other crap I-I ate or - or something. It hadn't ugh agreed with me.”

Evil Rick wondered what the hell he was doing. Carrying tote bags? Attempting small talk? Sheesh, the only difference between her and Zeta-7 was that she was a chick, though that's what complicated things. While he could ignore all the delightful, charming, as well as equally annoying quirks of his roommate cause he was a dude, seeing it manifested in the curves, long hair, and soft smiles of his fem counterpart made him crave everything he didn't know he wanted. Her.

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Hands clasped together, she smiled up at him, anxious, but eager to please. “E-Erick do you have any requests for - for dinner? Since we're in the market?”

Scratching his cheek, Erick avoided her questioning gaze. “Uh…Whatever you - you'd like I guess...I'm just here to help.”

“You don't have to be s-so humble Erick. D-do you want anything?”

You he thought, staring at the soft curves of her face.

“Th-thought of anything?”

You he thought again, fighting the heat in his cheeks. There were many things he could of done, though he simply answered in a low voice. “Fried chicken.”