Character X Reader | Oneshots

Rick Sanchez | Rick and Morty

Published: July 13th, 2017

This story can be read as a young or present Rick, read it as you wish.
I have recently become addicted to this show. No words can tell you how much I love it. It's so funny but also sad and meaningful at the same time! It seriously hurts me! Be advised that I'm still rusty!
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I grumble swinging the fridge door open- I blink a few times before finding what I woke up for. I grab a bottle of water and drink half of it quickly. In our last adventure, we traveled to a desert planet, meaning I need to drink up before dehydration sets in. I close the door with my foot while putting the lid back on the bottle. I walk tiredly down the hall back towards my room, stopping at the door to the garage. Rick is probably working still, I need to convince him to sleep before he passes out.

A sound stops me from grabbing the door handle, I freeze in place not sure how to respond. Is he crying? I hear a deep and sorrowful sob come from the door again- that's it I can't leave him alone like that.

I slowly open the door and close it softly behind me while setting the bottle to the side, not caring for my health but his. I walk to him and set my hand on his shoulder. He holds his breath, more than likely hoping I'll just leave.

"Rick, why are you crying" I warmly ask him, it hurts seeing him like this. Like someone is grabbing my heart and tearing it up.

"What's wrong with me Y/N?" He asks me, he brings his head up but continues working on a gadget instead of looking at me.

"Nothing is wrong with you Rick. What's bothering you?" I ask him. Letting go of his shoulder I grab a stool and sit next to him, I won't leave till I help or figure this out. I watch as the gadget slips out of his hands. He lets out a loud sob into his hands, not able to hold it back anymore. I turn him while I speak,

"It's ok. I've got you. I'm here." I say. I grab his hands in my, trying to bring as much comfort to him as I can.

"You should leave- you need sleep," he says to me while he sniffles. I see him trying to hold his emotions in, I can never stand it when he does that.

"I'm not going anywhere Rick, I'm here for you and I'm going to help one way or another," I say genuinely. His face cracks and he begins to cry again, he pulls me into his warm embrace.

"I thought you left me- I lost you," he says, his voice quivering with emotion and fear.

"That's not going to happen, I could never leave you. You haven't lost me" I reassure him. I feel tears well up in my eyes, I blink and feel them fall down my cheeks.

"I couldn't lose you- you make me feel happy. You have shown me what love feels like after all this time of not having such a thing." Rick spouts.

"What brought this thought on," I ask him, there are too many reasons and I wish to know and not theorize. He pulls away from me and looks me in the eyes,

"I could say a half ass lie and say that I had a nightmare of you dying, but you're too smart to believe that. So I'll tell you the truth, I was fearing rejection of my feelings towards you." Rick tells me honestly. Before I could respond he cuts back in,

"Now let me explain why, so this isn't how I simply confess. I'll come clean to you. You make every day worth living. You make me feel safe in this hell of a universe. You have always made me feel at home and have me a sense of belonging. I can go on and on but- I need to know if you feel the same to continue.".

"Rick, after everything we have been through, you still don't think I love you? I fell for you a long time ago, I was simply waiting for you to make the first move." I confess to the blue haired man. I smile brakes onto his face and he hugs me, tears of joy spilling.

"I love you Y/N. I'll never let you go" he says softly to me.

"I love you too. I'll never leave you" I return.

In a swift movement, his lips are on my, quick but comforting and soft.

"You have no clue how long I have been waiting to do that," he says, smiling shyly. I smile back, feeling the same. Finally, I feel complete.