404 dreams / morty smith x reader

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after agreeing to come over to his house, he suggested you walk home with him because his house was a few short blocks away.

morty, surprisingly, broke the silence half-way there.

"s-so, what was your old place l-like?" he questioned, turning his head ever so slightly to catch the gaze of your eyes.

"odd, but entertaining in its own ways." you were careful in your precise choice of vocabulary, avoiding any misconception if using the wrong word.

if you thought about it thoroughly, there really was no full way to describe your "home-town".

"h-how come?" morty quickly added on, possibly intrigued by your short sentence.
it was common to want to know things about someone you hardly met, so you didn't reckon his question.

"a lot of things happened there usually, good and bad things. it was a mix of the two where i lived and where i attended school." you gave morty a reassuring smile just in case he got the wrong memo.

"w-well uh, d-did you like it there? y-your old school, i meant.." his voice trailed off into a whisper.

"i guess so." you nonchalantly laughed. "it was pretty rough, honestly, but i kind of found myself there. once you got to know people, it's like you were family or something." your lips curled to reveal a grin, slowly retreating back into a solemn look.

"o-oh..that sounds nice." you knew morty was clearly uncomfortable, but it seemed like he always was. he constantly tripped over his words around you, avoided eye contact when you weren't looking..

you grumbled, as you stuffed your hands into your pockets.

"a-are you ok, (y/n)?"

"yes, always have been." your words were laced in venom as you harshly responded to his generous question, causing him to wince a bit and tug at the hem of his shirt.

"u-uhm, that's my house." he pointed to the cream colored home, the garage being visibly opened.

"that's weird." you thought. "anyone could just have access to their stuff."

the tinkering of heavy metal and glass grasped you out of your drift, the loud clamoring emitting from the depths of morty's garage.

walking by, you caught glimpse of an older-looking mans stare, preferably morty's grandfather.

he squinted his eyes at you, glaring at you as you passed. you jokingly mocked his facial expression, giving him the same look as he found amusement out of this, rewarding you with a lop-sided grin.

you shift your focus from the mysterious garage dude, and into the backside of morty's head opening the door and leading you inside.

you noticed morty closing the door after you in a rush, and heading upstairs in the same motion as well. you gripped his hand, causing him to whip around and give you a dumbfounded look.

"morty, dude, chill. im not going anywhere." you snickered, cause him to be noticeably flustered at your words. he nodded, and began up the steps at a slower pace.

you briskly made your way to his bed, where you relaxed your body on the back wall.

"your mattress is comfy." you pointed out, giving morty a smile.

"yeah." he smiled in return.

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"you're telling me your grandpa busted out of a fucking space prison and you went to- you went to some other ballistic dimension where you- morty what the hell?" you snorted as you held your head in your palms.

"i-it's weird, i know." he reassured.

"and this isn't even your original dimension!" you blurted out in a hushed tone.

you weren't sure how the conversation started, but it was something along the lines of you questioning morty on whomever was in the garage.

you learned his name was rick sanchez, how he just showed up out of the blue one day and into morty's garage, and was still wanted for breaking mostly every rule in whatever this "galactic federation" shit was.

learning about morty was so interesting, there was just so much for your brain to consume. it was like if you said a word, morty could tell you about a story related to it.

you currently were sitting side by side on his bed,  your legs comfortably laying crossed while your shoulders remained leaning against each other.

"i-its funny, if you t-think about it."

"think about what?"

"w-when me and rick g-go to the federation, we have to address o-ourselves as m-morty c-137, and rick c-137."

you laughed softly, this all being new to you.

"so that makes me (y/n) c-137?"

"y-yeah." he turned away for a moment.

you didn't understand why until you felt the sudden warmth of something on your hand.

morty's hand.

out of reflex, you quickly retracted your hand from his as you placed it in your lap.

morty looked embarrassed when he turned to look at you, a tinge of sadness behind his eyes.

"im sorry morty." you hung your head.
"im really fucked up for doing that, I'm sorry." you murmured, only audible for morty to hear.

"i-i just-"

"it's okay, (y/n)."

you looked over and expected to see the same, distressed look, but only found yourself looking directly at a pure smile.

you were never really used to being accepted and forgiven that quickly, and you began to feel nostalgic for a moment.

you pulled morty into a hug, leaning your head against the base of his neck as he locked his arms comfortably around the small of your back.

"thanks, morty."

and for a moment, you felt happy.

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