Xmas with rick and the smith family where you get him something and at first he’s very much like « this is fucking stupid » and you get upset but later you find a gift from him like on your bed or something and it’s actually really nice but you shouldn’t mention it bc then he’d be an ass again (you asked for prompts and I’m a slut for « the holiday spirit softens even the hardest of hearts lmao)
Well, hello again everyone. I realize it’s been a hot minute. I also realize that it is May as I post this. But I couldn’t resist and I really like this prompt and I’m sorry for how awful I’ve been with posting. I’m rusty but I hope you like it!
TW: swearing and mentions of unmentionables
A Smith and Sanchez Christmas (Rick x Reader Imagine)
“I hand stitched it!” My voice was so high it could shatter a glass. The holidays were not kind to how I presented myself. I loved December. December had Santa. December had snow. December had hard eggnog.
This December wasn’t like the others. This December was with Rick Sanchez. If you looked up drunkard in the dictionary, there he would be. We both agreed at the start that this was just sex. Hot, bed breaking, dirty sex . . . . not stay for Christmas sex.
But the Smith's persisted.
So here I was grinning from ear to ear in the kitchen, while I pointed at the blue stitching of his name above the breast pocket of a crisp new lab coat.
"Y'know, I- I thought I was clear on the whole fuck buddy th-URH-thing." Rick grabbed the lab coat, quickly glancing at my handy work.
"You were." I said, crossing my arms, trying my damndest to not show any weakness. "But when your daughter offers me an invite to 'Christmas with the Smiths' it was hard to say no to the idea."
"It's two letters p-Urg-put together. It can't be that h-hard"
Silence filled the room for a few seconds, until Rick sighed in frustration.
"Listen, Y/N." he shoved the gift back into my hands, stuttering on my name. "You're a good lay. You- you were funny once, I th-thEUGH-think. But all you a-urg-are to me is a warm place for me to stick my fucking cock in, alr-uRP-alright?"
Deep down, I knew that was true. It's what we agreed on. Just sex. Just fucking. No emotions, no consequences, and no strings attached. But as tears formed in my eyes, it was a painful reminder that although my mind knew one thing, my heart knows another.
Turning on my heels I stormed out, throwing his gift in the garbage bin.
"I hope you're fucking cock stays cold forever!"
And with the slam of the front door, I was gone. I could only imagine the pairs of eyes burning holes into the scientist.
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I remember falling asleep sprawled out on the couch in one of Rick's old shirts, listening to Elvis Presley's "Blue Christmas" on repeat, with the Yule log on television playing in the background.
But waking up was different. I was tucked neatly into my bed. The music was quiet and happier. Sounded a bit like Frank Sinatra's "Christmas Waltz". I stretched, sitting up on the bed when I spotted a small white box wrapped in blue ribbon placed comfortably on the pillow next to me.
I was a bit afraid to open it. Maybe Rick was trying to get back at me for screaming "cock" so the whole family could hear. But as I pulled the ribbon and opened the box, all I saw was the beautiful band.
It was simple. A silver band with a tiny single emerald placed directly in the middle. It was breathtaking.
Hearing his burp broke my trance, as I looked over to see him leaning against the doorframe.
"It doesn't mean anythin-euRH-thing."
"Rick-"
"I stole it."
"Rick-"
"It isn't e-even real."
"Rick!"
He finally looked to meet my smiling face.
"The lab coat looks nice on you."
"It- it smells like fru-euRGH-fruit cake."