(Discontinued FOR NOW) Rick and Morty Oneshots

FleshCurtains!Rick X Reader

A/N: Rick and Morty belongs to it original owner. I do not own anything from it.

Songs: None

Request: No

Modern AU or just AU: None

NSFW/R-18: No

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TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS ACTIONS AND THOUGHTS OF SLEF HARM!

ALSO CONTAINS CONVERSATIONS AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND DRUG-USE!

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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I giggle into the kiss as I sit on Rick's lap with my arms around his neck. You see, we had met a while back through a Flesh Curtains concert and decided to..."get to know each other" after the show before actually getting to know each other after we realised there might be something of a spark between us. Anyway, back to the present. Our little make out session was cut short by the door opening and Bird Person walking in. "Rick, we are on stage in 5 minutes. I suggest you come and get ready." He says and Rick groans. "I'm busy BP, can't you see that?" He asks and I roll my eyes with a chuckle. "I'll handle him Bird Person. Don't worry." I say with a sympathetic smile. He nods and walks back out. "Rick, you need to go." I say before he grunts and begins kissing my shoulder. "No." He states and I sigh. "Rick, those people out there bought tickets to see the Flesh Curtains, you'd be letting them down if you went out on stage late or didn't go at all. Plus it's only like, what, 3 songs tonight." I say while pushing him away. "Fuck 'em. I have more important things to be doing. You being one of those things." He smirks and I decide to bring out the big guns. "Rick, baby, how about you go out there and give them a show they'll never forget, and then once it's all done we can drink, get high and fuck. Sound good?" I ask and he smirks. "A show they'll never forget, huh?" I nod before he stands up and grabs my wrist. Before I knew it I was out on stage with the whole band and the crowd in front screaming.

My eyes widen in shock and fear of what Rick had in mind. "I've just been told to give you guys a show you'll never forget!" He yells into the microphone and the audience cheers. "Rick..." I warn before he holds up my hand. "So how many of you cocksuckers wanna see me fuck this girl, right here, right now?" He asks and my eyes widen, not only at his question, but also at the praise and excitement that was coming from the crowd. "Rick! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yell at him and he smirks as the crowd went silent. "You told me to give them a show they'd never forget." He says with a wink as a few wolf-whistles emerged from the crowd. "This isn't what I fucking meant!" I scream at him as I yank my arm away. Boo's came from the crowd as Rick just stared at me in an angered state of shock. "Rick, I don't wanna do this." I say quietly. "Well then, I guess I was right when I said love doesn't exist." He quickly retorted, causing the audience to laugh and my heart to crack. "Rick, I-" "Do I need to hammer it into your thick skull? I don't want you here unless we're fucking!" He says before tears broke loose and streamed down my face. I hear laughs, boo's and various comments about how "ungrateful" I am and how "fucking stupid" I am come from the crowd. I turn from the crowd to Rick and he still seemed stone-cold.

I turn around and run off stage and to the Flesh Curtains room backstage. I close the door behind me and bawl my eyes out. I knew he was a different person on stage because things had happened before, but it was never this bad. His stage persona was a badass that couldn't give two shits about anyone else, but in reality he isn't. He's caring and sweet, at least to me he is. I open my phone to text my best friend, only to see that I had gotten 1000+ tweets, all of them saying how "stupid" I am and how I "should just jump out the window and kill" myself. One even threatened me, saying: "If @FleshCurtains_Y/N doesn't slit her wrists, I swear I'll go over there and do it for her before slitting her throat." I cried even harder. Everything positive in my life had been ripped away and torn apart in an instant because of Rick's ego...but I couldn't find it in myself to hate him. I never thought I would do it. I always told myself "You're stronger than that." I never thought it would be me who was going to inflict pain on me. I grab a pocket knife that Rick kept around incase there was an emergency and I began slicing faint horizontal lines onto my wrists. Not enough to kill me, just enough to take my mind off things. Tear after tear fell onto the fresh cuts and stung like hell, making me cry even harder but I couldn't stop inflicting pain on myself, even if I tried. Even when my phone screen lit up and dimmed down from the tweets I was receiving. I didn't want to read any more death threats, so I left my phone on the ground and didn't touch it.