Rick Sanchez x Reader One Shots (Requests Closed)

Jazzy Rick x Reader

A/N: This dimension was made by the requester, and in said universe everyone is stuck in sort of the roaring twenties. It's more like a swinger Rick and reader. Anyways and always, thank you for your requests! They are always appreciated!

You sit alone at the bar counter, throwing back a shot of whiskey as the slow tones of jazz come to a slow close from the back. This is one of your favorite places to go, not just for the service but for a certain man you've had your eyes on for quite a while. The one, the only, Rick Sanchez; the drinker, the gambler, and the scumbag nearly everyone loathes. You, however, have became entranced by his charming ways after observing him over the last month. Unfortunately, he never seemed to spare you a second glance, despite your efforts to look your best.

As a matter of fact, you're (e/c) eyes are following him right now as he sits speaking with a couple of floozies, surges of jealousy surging through you anytime one of the women touch him. Muttering a few choice words under you breath, you down yet another shot without much of a care. Just who did those broads think they were, anyways?

Brooding to yourself, you look away in frustration. 'Not like I should care about the jerk anyways.' Slowly twirling the liquid around in your glass, you become immersed in the drink's movement. Perhaps that's why you fail to notice the man's eyes on you as his loud voice buzzes around in the back of your mind.

"I don't see why you even bother. A sweet thing like you could do without that scamp," the bartender says comfortingly, drawing your attention back to your surroundings as the creature continued, "My best advice is to look for a better guy. What about that gentleman over there, eh?" Following the direction of the alien's eyes, you notice a rather attractive man with blue skin and golden eyes.

You can't help but to shrug in disinterest. However, as the man's eyes meet yours you can't help but to feel taken aback. "I guess it's worth a shot..." you mutter to the bartender slyly, downing the rest of your drink before approaching the man. The two of you hit it off rather well, just swaying to the music as you stood there enjoying a casual conversation with this handsome man by the name of Zephek.

You really thought things would only get better when he asked you to dance. That is until the man began to get a bit too, well, hands on despite your blatant and loud protests. You even attempted to move his hands off of you, though that didn't help much at all with his superior grip. A rather sick feeling formed at the bottom of your stomach, a panic starting to settle in. It felt like nobody would come to help you.

"Hey, get you-your dick beaters off of her, asshole!" a voice called out from across the room, nearly causing your heart to stop beating. That voice could only belong to one man, the one man you had fallen so hard for. Rick Sanchez.

You turned your head over your shoulder just to be sure that's who it was. Fortunately, your assumptions were correct as you watched him approach you and Zephek. As he neared closer the hold he had on your waist loosened significantly. Significantly enough for you to squirm your way out and kick him square in his blue balls. With a yelp he gripped at his crotch and fell to his knees, the air effectively knocked out of him by the time Rick came up next to you.

A casual whistle escaped Rick's lips before he casually threw his arm around your shoulders. "Woah, y/n, I never thought you'd be the type to hit below the belt," he said teasingly with a smirk. In his free hand he had a cigar, bringing it up to his lips before taking a long drag and kicking the alien man over as he tried to move back up.

A giggle passed your lips before you fully processed what he had said. "Well, sometimes things- wait, how do you know my name?" You exclaimed suspiciously, though inside you jumped for joy. He knows my name, he knows my name! The Rick Sanchez knows my name!

Of course he just shrugged it off, feigning disinterest. "It's a small bar..." His eyes glanced over to meet your e/c ones, a hidden emotion held within them. You could barely place it. Could it be that he was nervous? However, before you could really come to a conclusion he seemed to catch himself staring, changing the subject quickly after. "Anyways, you wanna- wanna dance or are we gonna just stand here all n-night?"

"Oh, right! Yeah, we can dance! Just don't try anything like he did and we should be fine, got it, mister?" You replied teasingly. With a smile he dropped his cigar to place his hands around your waist gently as you placed yours onto his shoulders.

Rick didn't even seem to be listening to you all that much, more focused on observing you instead. "Yeah, yeah, I got it." Slowly but surely, the longer he looked at you the redder he seemed to get in the face. At first you thought it may have been the alcohol, but then you realized that it only got redder whenever you moved in close against him.

There's no way he's blushing at that...

"So, y/n, I've noticed you've been watching me a lot here lately." he stated plainly, his hands moving just a little bit further down as his arms loosened up. Now it was your turn to blush, heat rushing up to your cheeks quickly.

"Right... Um, about that, I wasn't trying to be rude at all or anything, I was just-" You were cut off as his lips pressed against yours, his eyes closed. You only hesitated barely even a second before your kissed back, tightening your hold on his shoulders as he pulled you in closer and ran his hand over your beautiful h/c hair.

After the two of you pulled out of the kiss you both held a dopey little smile, though his was just a tad more refined. "I would tell you that its ru-ude to stare, but then I'd definitely be a hypocrite," he said as he sent a wink your way.

The jazz band in the back had never sounded so good before, and no kiss had ever tasted so sweet before. Never, not until Rick Sanchez came into the picture that night.