To All The Tropes I Wanted To Write

I can't cope so I'm writing a story

Slow Rick | Tall Morty x Teacher Rick

bc I'm an emotional piece of shit

This is set after the events on THE RICKLANTIS MIXUP except Evil Morty never won the presidency and all just continues like nothing happen except there was a bit riot so the graduation was moved in about a week. Also Slick Morty never k-himself

something like that, I'm not that creative right now I just want a comfort story.

Also, I didn't proof read this and I did this in one sitting sooo. I'm also super sleepy soooo. Anyway, I missed you all how was your life????

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Citadel, 2:14 pm

It was one of those days that the Morty's are exceptionally happy, graduation was just a hop away and everyone can't contain their excitement. Even their Teacher Rick was, in his own way, celebrating.

He tries to tell himself that he was celebrating because the little shits are finally out of his hair but he would be lying to himself if he said he didn't feel the tiniest amount of pride.

Just the tiniest.

So today he decided, that fuck it, let the Morty's have their fun. No more classes, not that they had any real helpful ones, and he let them talk amongst themselves a few hours before dismissal as he finished pairing up a few more Mortys and Ricks.

Pairing up was never a problem. He always quite find it amusing, or at the most times, make it amusing by creating the most ridiculous pair he could. One time, he paired a Rick and Morty who almost brought the Citadel down with their fights. Jeez, talk about match made in hell.

But of course, he isn't always an asshole- contrary to what most people think (even if said people are mostly variations of himself who are also assholes). Like right now as he paired up Lizard Morty, the poor little bastard, and Lizard Rick together. Poor kid was already suffering from too much self-esteem issues. He'd learn a hell lot about it from Lizard Rick.

Jesus Christ he was so good at this. Rick smiled as he mentally patted himself at the back. Good work deserves good beer after all and he could not wait to get his hands on his newly obtained exotic alien beer sitting in his fridge.

"R-rrr ick"

And there goes that smile on his face. He looked up from his desk and searched the room for a certain not-morty. He quickly found him on the back corner of the classroom sitting peacefully amid the. growing chaos of the Mortys.

Rick sighed as he closed his folder and pulled himself up. Slow Rick-err Tall Morty has always been quiet, especially in crowded places, and he would not have heard him without the help of his mechanically adjusted hearing especially made for Slow Rick-

No-you made it to show your greatness. He reminded himself as he made his way around the room. A frown settled its way on his face because he did NOT make the volume modifier just for the dumbass Rick.

That would be too Morty of him

When he finally reached the poor guy, he crouched down to his level and leveled him with a bored stare. The stare that he has perfected ever since he started working here. A stare so good you could barely see the masked fondness within him. "Yes, Tall Morty?"

The poor guy tilted his head to the side with pure innocence, "D-do I have- I get a R-rrrr ick now?"

His stutter is worse today, Teacher Rick noted. Its probably from the too much noise of the kids around them, he concluded. With a sigh and a barely concealed curse because God damn it he forgot about Slow Rick, He finally sighed again,