Rick And Morty X Male Reader One Shots

2 - Morty X Reader - Criminal

i don't proof read very much so there might be some occassional errors. also ur secretly a bad ass criminal bc hell yea

(y/n) - your name
(n/n) - nickname

WARNINGS:
×Violence

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The school bell rang, signalling the end of another school day. Teenagers shouting and talking over eachother quickly drowned the noise out.

I pushed through the crowd to get out of the school, I packed all my shit while I ditched last period so I didn't need to find my locker.

As soon as I reached the doors I heard someone holler my name in the distance, usually I'm off school grounds by the time he catches up to me.

"Haha! I caught you this time, (n/n)!" his hand gently gripped my arm to stop me from running off and making him chase me again.

I smile with what energy I had left, it had been quite a day for me already, "Ya sure did."

With his hand still holding me I started to walk out of the school. The summer light hit my tired eyes, causing me to flinch backwards and hiss.

Morty furrowed his brows and stared at me for a moment before brushing it off and continuing on our walk home.

We walked in silence for most of the way back until we started to near my house.

"You ditched again didn't you?" Morty didn't look at me but I could tell he was a little upset.

I huffed audibly, "Yeah, I did. I do it all the time and you know that."

His hand tightened around my wrist. I don't think he realized he was still holding onto me.

"I'll see you tomorrow, dude," I slipped my arm out of his grip and turned to cross the street. I didn't cross though, I couldn't.

My eyes widened as I stared at them. There were two men standing in front of my house. They already saw me and I wasn't getting out of this but I didn't want to get Morty involved.

My hand slipped under my shirt and pulled a small knife from the sheath I kept strapped over my hip.

"Morty, go." I knew he was right behind me. My lips twitched in frustration while I held eye contact with one of the men.

He had a smug look on his face as he walked towards Morty and I, his buddy following behind him. Their hands never moved from their sweater pockets.

"I'm serious, Morty," I growled. Holding my own against them was something easy but protecting someone else, well I'm not so sure.

Why couldn't Rick ever show up when it was convenient?

"Well look who it is," he smirked stopping only a foot in front of me, "the pussy who never stood a chance and who's this? Your new boyfriend? What a slut."

Without thinking I dug the blade into his thigh, "The fuck did you just call him?"

I heard Morty stumble backwards, taken aback by what he just witnessed, "(y/n), what the hell?!"

I ripped the knife out, making a terrible sound and pushed him back onto the street. The other man took a few steps forward and I followed him with my knife, ready to strike.

"He's not my boyfriend and he sure as hell isn't a slut," I hissed through clenched teeth.

Quiet groaning could be heard from behind me as he stood up, blood pouring from the wound in his leg, "They're not worth the trouble. Leave a reminder with the little one."

The servant, which I could literally explain no other way, nodded and trudged over to Morty. He grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled a blade out of his pocket with the other.

My hand clenched around the blood soaked knife, "Don't you fucking dare."

A menacing grin crept up to his lips as he tossed the blade aside and lifted his fist in front of my friend's face. His eyes never left mine as his hand came crashing down into Morty's face.

They walked off leaving Morty on the ground, blood dripping from his nose and tears sliding down his cheeks.

My blade hit the ground as the energy left my body. I rushed over to Morty's side and held his cheek with my clean hand. I knew he would be fine in a few minutes but I shouldn't have gotten him into this situation.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I lifted him to his feet, careful not to hurt or scare him anymore, "Let's go inside and get you cleaned up."

I picked up my knife and led him inside with my hand on his back. My eyes started to sting from holding back a barrage of tears.

"I'm sorry," I spoke softly, kissing the top of his head and leaving the room to wash my hands.

I brought a wet cloth back to clean his face with.

He sat on the couch with me kneeling on the floor in front of him. His eyes closed as I gently wiped the blood, tears, and dirt off his face.

"Hey, (y/n)?"

I rested my arms on his knees and looked up at him, "Yeah?"

He hesitated before speaking, "Who were those guys?"

"They aren't important," I stood up and started to walk into another room to dispose of the dirtied cloth, "and they won't be back."

"I love you," Morty whispered as soon as he thought I was out of earshot.

My face heated up a little and without a second for either of us to react I turned back to face him, "I love you too."