Rick and Morty || Oneshots‼️

"Peaceful" || Rick x Reader Angst/Fluff

Your POV

I have been living in the Smith household for a couple years now. It's been tough, especially after some of the things I've gone through. When they found me and took me in, I was so grateful. I was in pain, I was in a bad place and had no where else to go. Rick and I have became very close over the years to the point Beth thinks we're something more. Morty and I have also gotten close, I love the little man and being able to be there for him if he needs me is something I've always wanted to do for someone. I hope we stay the family we are today, wouldn't be worth living if it wasn't for them.

Time Skip; Present Day.

I slowly gain consciousness as I hear faint beeping in the background. I reach over to my night stand and struggle to turn off the alarm. Everything gets a little louder and I wince at the loud, constant beeping of the clock. I finally turn it off, I sit up and stretch. I didn't want to get out of bed and face people. I've been struggling with social anxiety my whole life, and recently, depression has been hitting harder than usual.

I finally decide to get up and walk downstairs to grab a bite to eat. Beth and Jerry are fighting again over something stupid. I walk by them and grab a box of cereal. I make the cereal and sit down at the table and proceed to eat as I scroll on my phone. Drowning out the sounds of continuous noise is becoming difficult.

'Why? Why today of all days does everything have to seem significantly louder?' I think to myself.

I scrunch my face in slight pain as I feel a headache start to grow. I throw my bowl of cereal into the sink and quickly walk back to my room, today is not going to be a good day. Some days are better than others, but today was worse than those days. Everything is brighter and louder, i can't stomach the noises happening. So, to deal with it, I hop back into bed and pull the blanket over my head. I block my ears to which all I can hear is ringing.

'I can never get any fucking peace and quiet, can I?' I start to cry a little as I just feel like it.

It's better to cry then to hold in your feelings. The one problem is: I hate crying, especially in front of others.

I sit up and decide to just stare at the wall for a while, sometimes that helps me calm down. I wonder my mind for an hour before hearing someone barge into my room. I flinch at the loud bang, shut my eyes and cover my ears. I'm already curled into a ball from crying.

"Hey-HEEy (y/n), I need your help with somethi...ng." Rick stops as he looks at me in confusion. "What the fUUck happened to you?"

"None of your goddamn business, now get the fuck out." I snap.

"Jesus- Jesus Christ, don't need to be a fucking dick!" He yells, "i'll fucking tAAAke Morty with me then."

I bury my head into my knees, "I'm sorry.." I whisper, but loud enough so he could hear it.

I hear the door slam.

'What the fuck (y/n)? What is your problem?' 'What is wrong with you?' I keep thinking, the thoughts pouring out as do tears. I get up and pick up one of my many items on my shelf and chuck it across the room. I trash my room as I violently sob.

A few minutes pass and I'm curled up in a ball in the middle of my now destroyed room. I've never been so upset like this in a while. My mind is running with thoughts that aren't particularly good until my door opens. Suddenly my head goes quiet as I hear a silent 'What the fuck..' behind me.

"(Y/n) what the- what the actual fuck happened in hEEre?" Rick says, "Jesus Christ it looks like a fucking rage room in here!"

No reply. I hear the floorboards creak and then a hand on my shoulder. I look up at him. My face is stained with tears and my eyes are red and puffy. I see a look of concern on Rick's face, something I've never seen before.

"Not that I fucking care or anything.." He states, "But, are you okay?"

I just look at the ground in silence. I can't muster any words, I've cried to the point that it hurts to talk. He sits on the ground and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry." I finally spit out. My voice cracks and I start heavily sobbing again.

Rick is taken aback by this. He was never good at comforting, but this time was different.

"Listen-Listen to me." He says, "You're gonna be okay, I promise (y/n). I will stay here as long as you need."

I just cry.

Time skip; ~1 hour later.

Rick's POV

(Y/n) cried for a long time. They kept repeating on how loud everything was. I understood what they meant as some days can be louder than others. They've calmed down for now and have fallen asleep. Something in me just wants to protect them no matter what. Seeing them like this makes my heart hurt in a way that's too difficult to explain.

I pick them up and place them in their bed. I get up to go back to my garage but I feel a tug at my coat.

"Don't go. Please." They beg silently.

I slowly climb into bed with them as they clutch onto me. I place my arm around them and run my fingers through their hair. They lightly smile and drift off to sleep. They were so peaceful as they slept. I slowly start to fall asleep.

It was peaceful for once.

A/N:
This is my first ever x Reader story. I hope whoever reads this enjoys and I hope everyone is having a peaceful week. 🫶