#slickmcrty

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Any of the muses have Christmas plans? :DD

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

"G-General verse? S-Same shit we do every year. J-Jerry playing housewife, h-his parents and their boyfriend coming over, w-we all pretending to be great and merry...A-All that stuff. I-I'm way fuckin' more excited for the other continuities. O-Or well, some of them."

His expression softens a little. "W-With Rick, we do the same family stuff, b-but with both families and...h-he just makes everything better. I-I actually like that Christmas shit, w-with him there." Because his counterpart makes him happy, no matter what. "T-Then I guess the two of us will have shared guest i-in some verses. Fish...d-damn, that is going to be fuckin' awkward...an-and, uh, Clarissa. T-That one is gonna be fuckin' tense...u-unless we do a Chance version an-and shit, now that would be a nice one. An-And then there's my and Morty's local Grinch, Petal." A snort. "S-She's gonna bring all the booze 'c-cause she fuckin' hates Christmas. T-Too bad for her, b-but good for me."

"W-What will be real fuckin' annoying is tha-that I'll have to put up with M-Morty's goddamn crushes. T-The other Fish isn't too bad, b-but why the fuck did he have to go an-and date his boyfriend's girlfriend too? G-Geez."

"Uh, R-Rick sort of summed up stuff for me too. I-I'm not looking forward to, y-you know, seeing the Ricks being on eggshells b-because of...their Clarissa situation. I-I hope Summer and I can help, w-with Fish too. T-They are both really cool an-and I hope they can have a good day with you, y-you know? A-Also, no matter what Rick says, P-Petal can be fun on Christmas too. I-I mean, her rambling about why s-she doesn't like it, i-it always make me laugh."

His grin widens a little and he glances down, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "B-But what I-I'm really looking forward to is, uh, Christmas with both families, b-because FM and I will spend it together an-and...last year was important, f-for us both. E-Even if not as much as New Year's!" Their anniversary. "Oh, an-and we got to have Meg with us both too this year, an-and I think that will be even nicer! I-I wonder if she'll come over early t-to help our Dads cooking...

"I-I kind of want to invite Bishop over too, s-since, uh, well, he's still learning about human stuff, b-but Rick won't let me. H-He says that if he comes, t-then we'll have all the others crashing our party too. M-Maybe he'll let Fish...the other one, my...friend...come over for a while?" He really hopes so.

"Not much to add to all that, aside that I'm so going to, like, enjoy seeing my grandpas squirming around both Fish and Clarissa. But yeah, Morty is right, I'll also try to make things smoother for the two of them. They are too rad to have a bad Christmas. The Ricks can suck it up."

Her lips quirk in little mischievous smile. "But I'm so gonna sneak out to hang out with Jinx in that one verse. And maybe I'll ask Salomé if her family lets me go over to their house for Christmas this year. Not that I want to go, because it's gonna be, like, awful, but at least she won't have to face it alone."

"No particular plans. I was never one to celebrate the holidays. I have a couple public appearances to make, as President, but for the rest I personally won't organise anything."

A pause. "Aside from meeting up with other me, of course. Us spending these times together is becoming a bit of a tradition." The briefest smile touches his face, but it's quickly gone as he shrugs. "And I guess that if Meg organises one of her dumb parties, I'll attend that too. For a while. She's still avoiding me, so I can't give her the satisfaction of not having to put up with my presence."

"I-In most of the main continuities, I'm with Morty, so I'll do whatever he does. So I assume that I'll spend the holidays with him, other Morty, their pet girl and E-Rick."

"A-As for the other reality, my partner has a liking for festivities, for reasons I don't understand, s-so I'll celebrate with him. It's what pleases him, and I don't mind it anyway. It's fascinating to see him getting all excited about clichéd Christmas traditions."

"F-For how I see it, C-Christmas is just an excuse to get fucked up on eggnog. B-But I guess that the Citadel had some decent shit organised w-with the new President, so...M-Maybe SR can convince me to go out with him an-and Morty. I-I bet the little shit wants to go i-ice skating or to see the stands an-and all that stuff."

"An-And of course I have plans to go and bother the Commander." A sly smirk opens on his face. "I-I fuckin' bet he'll be working, s-so he needs someone to make sure he'll take a little fun break."

"I-It sounds like someone has my Christmas figured out already. B-But that's fine, i-it's what I wanted to do anyway. An-And I want to make sure Morty gets something better t-than AR dragging him around b-because he's too drunk to stay still for a minute. I-I also want to get E-Rick something, b-but...uh. I-I'm not sure if he would like it. I-I'll try and see...before AR goes to see him. I-I don't want to walk in on them. F-Fuck no."

"My bro-bro and I will have Christmas at our house as per usual, but I managed to convince our parents to invite the Grunkles over this year! So it will be one big family reunion!" She claps her hands, clearly excited at the idea. Then, glancing around, she lowers her voice. "And also an real fun Christmas. Mom and Dad never want to do anything special, so it's always so booooring. And I bet that Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford will get us better presents!"

"I suppose that it depends on what season of the canon we're considering? Since my Mom's...disappearance, Dad hasn't been big about holidays, so at most I got to do something small with Natalie and my bodyguard. And with Plagg, once we're alone. As for after season 5, well, we'd definitely have something better, with the three of us, Félix and Aunt Amelie. I...I'm really looking forward to it."

He rubs the back of his head. "Also, since I have proper friends and a girlfriend now, I guess I'll have to go shopping for presents, even if...I'm not very good at that. I guess that Félix and I can figure out something together. And Cat Noir has to get something for Ladybug, uh, so that's something I need to do alone."

"Usually, it was just Mom and I. We had a big lunch and exchanged presents, and that was it. This year it's going to be different, as Adrien said. And yes, we are going shopping together because I...I don't know what you should get to a friend. I tried to ask Duusu, but...let's say that her answers weren't helpful at all."

Featuring:

@advnterccs / @mcltiples: Rick, Morty, Evil Morty, E-Rick, Weird Rick

@evilmcg / @shctupmeg / @petalsxfallen / @slickmcrty

@imprvdente / @hvbris: main verse Fish, teen Fish, Salomé, Mina

@dynamoprotocol: Clarissa, Chance

@shimmerbeasts: Jinx

@technodromes: Bishop

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@slickmcrty continued from x

that was good that the other morty's slick had hung around with prior had their own ricks, hopefully they were faring better than slick had been. but looking down at the phone that slick pulled out, rook knew one thing about it.

"remind me to buy you a better phone tomorrow, alright?" he started as the car lowered to an apartment garage. "but yeah if you could just text me if you leave, that's all i ask."

[finitecurved]

           your gaze is a needle sharp insertion to a replication of your face that brings a sour taste to the back of your throat - staring in a breathing mirror , except this is a replication of something you had long forgotten , a lamb to be lent out to any hungry Shepard that called for a replacement. But the way he looks brings fingers to twitch and anger to brew .

                    But he stares at you , almost pathetically . So in this moment you quell the rage , swallow it down like your pride - knees bent up and shoulders rolled forwards , your election wasn’t going as planned ... BUT you needed to keep your head high , keep that charismatic smile and charming silver tongue, so you smile - standing to your feet , dusting off your pants before nodding at @slickmcrty​ 

                 “   you look lost ... take a wrong turn ? Not a lot of people willing head to this part of Mortytown you know.. ”

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@slickmcrty sent: “Rick, I really need you to pick me up. It’s an emergency. Like I might die kinda emergency.” for AR

When his phone went off, Rick had been in in the middle of cooking himself dinner. A real one, not his usual half-assed, too quickly put together plates of food. A little miracle, the kind that the people who knew him well enough wouldn't have believed unless they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

If asked, the black market dealer couldn't have said when it had been the last time he had willingly fed himself properly. Usually, when he didn't straight out forget to eat, he simply grabbed the first edible thing he found and called it a day. Lately, however, but his best friend and his boyfriend had been berating him about how he needed to take better care of himself and he had decided that the quickest way to shut them up was to try to listen to them, at least once in a while.

The universe, though, seemed to want to make his very little effort harder than it had to be, considering that he was being interrupted after he had, after days, finally decided to go along with it.

"G-Goddamn kid an-and his fuckin' shitty timing," AR grumbled under his breath, after seeing the caller ID on the screen. "W-What now?"

Those latter two words were spoken as he took the call, but they were covered by the rushed request that Slick instantly made, in place of a greeting, from the other end of the line.

Rick's lips curled in a little scowl as bright blue eyes darted towards the pan holding his half-cooked dinner, but then he didn't hesitate reaching out to turn off the cooker. The little shit was going to get one hell of a scolding for the interruption, but he wasn't petty enough not to go and rescue his skinny ass.

"F-Fine, you cretin. J-Just stay where you are and don't die, I-I'll be there in a few."

And with that, he closed the communication, stuffing his phone in the inner pocket of his jacket as he stalked towards the door, picking up the keys of his ship and a laser gun on the way.

He knew that putting a tracker on the little fucker, without permission of course, would have paid off. No need to waste time asking him to explain where he way. And, with this stunt, the kid had just lost any right to protest on the matter.

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@slickmcrty sent: “Sorry, Rick, I think I overdid it.” for SR (Slick being shitfaced drunk)

Deep down, Rick wasn't completely surprised to find Slick drunk off his ass on his doorstep. He hadn't exactly been expecting it either, but he had known that it could have been a possibility. Mortys tended to be impressionable and his best friend had a talent for getting people into trouble and making them pick up bad habits.

He didn't think that AR had actively gotten the kid into drinking, he knew that, in spite of everything, the other wasn't that shitty, but he hadn't discouraged it either. He had probably thought that it was better to let Morty drink openly other than having it hiding it. At least, this way, they would have known if it had ever become a problem.

A sigh escaped from Rick's lips as he ushered Slick inside, directing him towards his small living room. The temptation to scold the teen, at least a little, was there, but he couldn't do it in good conscience. Not when he had let the black market dealer convince him to do unspeakable things.

"Y-Yeah, I can see that," he mutter under his breath, helping the boy to sit down on the couch. "W-We'll talk about it tomorrow morning. W-Wait here."

He made a quick trip to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of water, a glass and a couple of pills.

"D-Drink, you need to rehydrate yourself. T-The meds are for the headache, an-and they'll make sure you won't feel sick later." He awkwardly patted Slick's shoulder. "C-C'mon, you'll sleep it off an-and you'll be fine."

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@slickmcrty sent: “Can my boyfriend come over?” for SR

At the question, Rick paused mid-gesture, his hand hanging in the air where it had been about to grab his tablet.

Boyfriend?

The word echoed in his head for a moment, before he recalled that Morty with glasses Slick had mentioned him a couple of times. Right. His friend and former classmate at the Academy.

Clearing his throat, the guard grabbed the device, turning on the screen also to buy himself some time to think. He didn't have a Morty and he had never been assigned one, since who worked in the military could choose whether or not to be paired up. However, he had heard plenty about them from his alternates and he had dealt with them in a work environment.

There were also the comments that AR threw out about Slick from time to time, even if he knew better than to believe every word his best friend said. Still, it was a fourteen year old boy he was dealing with, which meant plenty of hormones involved.

"W-Well, it shouldn't be a problem if he does." Not a yes, but it wasn't a no either. "D-Do you two have plans? O-Or is this just a random hang out?"

There wasn't a not awkward way to make the boy understand what he was asking about, was there?

"J-Just to know if I need to...get you some snacks or-or shit like that. O-Or if I should head down to the pub an-and get a beer with some colleagues. Y-You know, stay out a while."

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@slickmcrty sent: “Please don’t fuck this up, Rick. He’s like the nicest Rick ever.” for AR (him talking about E-Rick)

Rick glared as his mouth curled down into a scowl. Was he being judged for how he handled his relationships by a fourteen-years-old? Seriously? The little shit knew nothing about that stuff. Sure, he had a little boyfriend, but that hardly made him an expert.

He, on the other hand, had experience. He also had a shitty record, with a divorce and a dead daughter, but that didn't count right now. He knew how to deal with all this. Flirting, sex, dates, presents. Feelings in themselves were harder to handle, but...he had his strategies and methods.

As for the fact that most of said strategies and methods revolved around either avoidance or "fake it until you make" behaviours, that was for him and him alone to know.

"A-Alright, first of all, none of your business," he hissed at the teen, failing not to sound defensive. "I-It's my love life, s-so let me worry about it. S-Secondly, fuck you for assuming that I-I'll mess it up."

The kid knew some stuff about him, but he didn't know what mattered. He didn't really know him, so he had no right to judge him.

Still, that didn't change that Morty was right, did it? He was a fuck-up. He had ruined all his most important bonds, platonic and romantic alike. So, he was well aware that he could have easily ruined what he had with E-Rick too. Hell, deep down, he was expecting himself to do it, sooner or later.

He destroyed everything he touched, always and anyway, as his past history had proved over and over. His boyfriend would have been better off without him, and he knew it. However, he was greedy and selfish and he refused to be the one to spare him and let him go.

Looking away from Slick, he took a long gulp of liquor from the ever-present bottle on the coffee table. As he swallowed, the annoyance drained from his expression, replaced by a gloomier emotion.

"...L-Listen, I'm trying, alright? H-He's one of the truly fuckin' decent people I know, s-so...I'm trying to do right by him. H-He deserves at least that."

{ @mcltiples - mentioned }

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@slickmcrty sent: “Rick, can you help me with something?” for AR

Slick's words were met with the sound of several tools come crashing down on the floor...and on something softer, which was most likely Rick's body judging from the muffled curses that came with the noises.

That kid really had the worst timing. Somehow, half of the time he managed to show up while he was very, very busy. One of these days, the little shit would have walked on something he could never unsee and he would have no one to blame but himself.

The black market dealer rolled his eyes as he pushed himself out from under the weird machine he had been working on. Once upon a time, back when he was still trying to get rid of Morty, he would have barated the teen for the intrusion. Nowadays, things were different.

"T-This has better be important," he grumbled in Slick's direction, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest. "I-I'm on a deadline here, s-so hurry up and spit it out."