Dimensionless Destination: Rick x Reader

Chapter #8- Apparently Morty WASN'T Masturbating

I felt like I had to console him, so as awkward as I feared it would be, I leaned my head on his chest. He must have wanted this comfort because he didn't oppose it, so it wasn't awkward. I may have even felt his heart skip a beat when I had done so, but right now I didn't want to think anything of it. Right now, this moment isn't about romance or any of my fantasies becoming true; Rick needs some sort of sanctuary for his vulnerable emotions that he swallows down so much.

"I'm sorry my universe is a giant asshole, Rick."

He sighed, "Well, it's not like you specifically made mine." He was silent for a good while before picking up again, "I know what you're thinking. I'm getting soft, and this is some sort of character development I'm going through."

"What?" I asked offended. "Rick, stop being an asshole. If you don't want me to be here, then go get coddled by your family, oh wait: you can't. I know more about you than you know about yourself, Rick. But go figure, I'm just a crazy fan.. I don't actually feel any sympathy, do I?" I mocked him.

"Jesus, okay." Rick's unibrow was raised. "You're right- I can't vent out to my family. You saw the therapy scenes- I can't show weakness in front of Beth."

I calmed down. "I think being able to show people how you're really feeling is a strength, Rick. You don't have to punish yourself for being human." He answered with a look of the eyes swishing their direction towards somewhere distant. The silence made me wonder. "How did you find out about your show?"

"It was a day or two after we started using interdimensional cable. I was flipping through the channels, and.." He trailed off because we both know.

"What if the rest of your family sees it?"

"Morty saw it and started freaking out when he realized our original dimension was destroyed for the sake of views. But I made him, uh," He cleared his throat, "forget- in a way I'm not getting into detail. But it's not gonna happen again, I blocked that channel." He rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Have you talked to anybody about this before?"

"I... Don't want to talk about it."

Even though it was Rick's world that's upside down, I couldn't help but feel struck with sorrow. Rick weakly reached for the remote and turned off the TV, but instead of putting his hand back on the edge of the arm rest of the couch, he motioned it towards me. I was in his embrace and I held him back. I heard a sniffle from Rick and he held me tighter, closer. He thanked me with a soft voice. He held on for just a little longer before deciding he was okay and got up.

I got up, too. He went back to working on his inventions and I went outside the garage. We didn't say anything to each other afterwards. Not that there was anything needed to be said, though.

I went upstairs instead of the living room- I wanted to avoid TV for now. I knocked on Morty's door and said, "You still got your hands down there or can I come in?"

"Ah geez, do you have to!?" Morty opened the door with a set of adorably angry eyebrows furrowing his eyes, like a grumpy puppy. Y-you know, I just washed my hands 'cause he told me to.."

"Okay, fine. I believe you." He opened the door wider to let me in. I saw a textbook on his bed and gasped, "You're studying!"

"I thought you said you believed me."

"Studying is something teenagers tell their moms they're going to do to just in general go to their room or get away from the family. You could have been doing anything up here."

"I guess so. S-so what's up?"

"Nothing. Like, really, nothing. Just thought I'd come here to pass time." I said as I sat on his bed. I looked at his homework. It seemed to be a bit lower of a level than he should be on, but I know why. Morty isn't the smartest kid, but at least he's trying. "You need help with algebra?"