can't kill love - rick and morty x reader

4. jackpot

pov : (y/n)

i woke up. sunlight was shining through the pink curtains onto all the makeup on the opposite desk.

i stepped out of bed and looking into the white mirror and sighed.

if i still look like a mess when i try and be cute, i might as well not try, right?

i didn't really feel anything, anyway.

at that moment the door opened and morty walked in. i jumped and sat on the bed, acting like i was there the whole time.

"what were you doing?" morty asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"nothing." i said plastering a fake smile on my face.

"hmmm, okay." morty shrugged.

"come on let's get breakfast." i said.

we both walked downstairs to find rick asleep on the couch with a pile of empty beer bottles next to him.

good to know, there's alcohol here.

pov : (y/n)

i sat down at the kitchen table as morty poured me some cereal.

"so, how you feeling today?" i asked.

"fine, thanks for ask-" morty froze. "no actually what i me-m-meant to say is i've still got a v-very sore throat."

i sighed. "i know your not ill morty." i said, stirring my cereal about.

"what? no. i am." morty said, alarmed.

"it's fine morty. i'll go along with it. you're sick, right?" i smiled.

morty smiled too. "yeah, so sick." we laughed.

pov : rick

my eyes opened and a splitting headache immediately struck my head. hangovers suck.

i sat up to see the kids laughing at the kitchen table, eating fruit loops. i guess i'll let morty have his fun while it lasts.

i stood up and headed to the kitchen

"good morning sleeping beauty." (y/n) said sweetly. morty laughed.

"haha funny." i said sarcastically, opening the medicine cabinet. i popped some adderall in my mouth and opened the cabinet next to it, swigging some whiskey to follow it down.

(y/n) had her eyes on me. well that's one extra person that knows where the good shit is.

pov : (y/n)

jackpot

"is it okay if we go for ice cream later?" morty asked.

"yeah i would love that." i smiled.