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I just want to know which writer on Rick and Morty wants that damn Mulan Sauce this badly ???
Do you ever just think about how Rick just wanted to take his grandson on a fun trip to Blips and Chitz after his driving lessons?
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Night, Baby
Rick Sanchez x Reader
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“Shit” he cursed as he tripped while trying to take his shoes off. It was two am, and Rick was piss drunk. He was trying to be quiet not wanting to wake you but he was failing miserably.
“Rick” your voice is thick with sleep. You could barely make out his figure in the darkness.
“Sorry Baby” he grumbled, peeling off more of his clothes before slipping into bed. His body curls around your, arms wrapping around your waist while he nuzzles your neck with his nose.
“Ugh Rick you reek of booze”, you love Rick especially when he gets like this. All sweet and cuddly but you seriously can’t sleep when he reeks like this.
“Baby” Rick groans
“You're going to have to rinse off or sleep somewhere else.” he grumbles before he slips out of bed quickly rinsing off. You're almost asleep when he comes back getting into his original position, his wet hair sending a chill down your back.
“Better?”
“Yeah much better” you turn your head slightly, placing a kiss on his lips. “Night, Love”
“Night Baby” placing a kiss on your neck
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Rick Sanchez x Reader
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Morty was the first to notice, followed by Summer who then told everyone else. After she told everyone, the next dinner they all subtly stared at Rick and you. Of course Rick notices all their looks but decides to ignore it, not in the mood to deal with whatever is bothering them this week.
He continues to eat his meal, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand when he’s finished. He pushes his dish forward, grabbing your hand. Not even bothering to look to see if you're finished. Just leading you away from the table and towards the garage, and you just follow him dropping your fork.
They watch the two of you walk away, Summer only speaks up when she hears the click of the garage door shut. “What the actual fuck was that?” She looked around the table looking for an answer.
“He does it all the time” Morty says “Everytime he leaves a room he grabs their hand.”
That piqued both Summer and Beth's curiosity. Jerry of course was in his own little bubble. “When did he start doing that?” Beth questions, she tries to think back to see if she could remember but nothing specific comes to mind.
“I don’t know, I just noticed it a few weeks ago” Morty responds. “When I brought it up he pretended to not know what I was talking about.”
Summer chuckles, “I think Grandpa Rick has a crush” she teases not once looking up from her phone.
Just then you walk back into the dinning room, “Sorry left my phone” you pick up the device going to walk back. “Oh Beth, dinner was lovely thanks again”
Beth gives you a sweet smile, “No problem” before you turn away Beth asks the question that’s on her mind. “Hey Y/n what's with Dad dragging you out of the room?” Summer and Morty are both surprised at their mothers bluntness.
“Oh, I’m not really sure either, he just started doing it I don’t mind though” Beth says nothing but ‘Oh’. You give her a small nod heading back to the garage. She doubts she’ll get an answer from her Dad so that answer will have to suffice.
~THE GARAGE~
“What took you so long?” Rick doesn’t look up at you tinkering with the little gizmo in his hand.
“Beth was wondering why you dragged me out of rooms” Rick just muttered a small ‘okay’ but now that Beth mentioned it you wanted an answer. “So why do you always drag me?” He sets down the item he’s working on turning towards you.
“I need someone to hand me my screwdriver” you can’t help but be a little disappointed in his answer. He ignores your pouty face instead vaguely pointing across the room. You sigh moving to where he pointed to grab the requested screwdriver. “and I like you being close to me” he says under his breath as you sort through the drawer.
“What did you say?” you question a screwdriver in hand.
He clears his throat “Make sure its a flat head”, you chuckle under your breath, you knew he liked you. “Why are you smiling like that?” he asks when you hand him the screwdriver.
“No reason”
“Sure” he grumbles but doesn’t question you further, opting to go back to tinkering with his little square. While you just watch grabbing a tool for him every once in a while.
My favorite toxic ex’s ♡