can't kill love - rick and morty x reader

6. poison

a/n : thanks so much for 1k wowowow i wouldn't think this would do that well lol! anyway just a warning because this chapters a little depressing, the whole thing is depressing tbh. my dms are always open if you need to talk :p

pov : (y/n)

i laid on my bed staring at the ceiling.

i'm literally here because i have nothing better to do. for all i know they could be kidnappers, or trying to kill me and i just give myself away so easily? that just shows how hurt i am. what even is hurt at this point? everything's just numb. there's no purpose to anything.

i checked the clock. it's 3:11am.

i got up and walked in the pitch black downstairs to the kitchen.

i walked extremely lightly in the pitch black and slowly opened the cabinet. rick's alcohol.

i've never been able to cope with my feelings. i don't let it out i just numb the pain. then it gets worse and worse. i actually am really weak, at least i know that.

i took out a half empty bottle of vodka and a starting downing it raw. the taste was horrible and poisonous. i continued.

i took a few extra beers and dragged myself over to the couch and collapsed on it.

i just don't want to feel so bad anymore.

over time i finished the vodka and started to feel drowsy and sick.

the garage door opened. it was sooo loud, damn. why are my ears so sensitive right now.

"oh, (y/n)." rick said with an eyebrow raised.

"c-come sit, pal." i mumbled out with my eyes half open.

rick hesitated for a second with an eyebrow raised, then placed himself on the couch next to me.

"y-you, y-your like totally smart and shit. like whaaaat." i giggled.

"are you drunk?" rick said shocked.

"nooooooo, smart-sm-smart guy." i said poking ricks shoulder.

he gave me a stern look and picked up the empty bottle of vodka next to me.

"shit (y/n), this stuffs strong, why did you do this?" he said worryingly.

"because." i pouted. "i wanna feeeel."

rick looked at the ground. he mumbled a curse word under his breath.

"i'm gonna get you some coffee."

rick got up and i was alone again. i knew i was drunk i just couldn't control myself. you know what i'm really tired.

i got up but then gravity pulled me to the ground.

"hey!" rick said hurrying over to me.

"i said don't move you idiot." rick scooped my up and stably put me back on the couch.

"listen to me." rick said grabbing my shoulders and looking deep into my eyes.

"don't do this again, okay? that was really expensive vodka, and i'm the only one who's aloud to get drunk, because i can handle it. you on the other hand have so much potential. don't be stupid (y/n)."

i felt my eyes closing and my body getting heavier. i was putting my full weight on rick as he was still holding he up straight.

he sighed and placed me down on the couch. i was still awake but my eyelids felt like they were glued shut.

pov : rick

fuck this is bad. i guess she's just to smart to live in a world like this. this boring toxic world really can get you down if you think about it right. at least she doesn't have to deal with it longer.

i picked up a blanket from the end of the couch and placed it over her, since she was ice cold.

i was turning to face away when she grabbed my wrist.

"how to you deal with it." she said quietly, her eyes still shut.

i sniggered a little.

"i don't. nothing matters."

pov : morty

i heard rick coming up the stairs.

"who were you talking to?" i asked.

"(y/n). had to play therapist. she's drunk." rick said grumpily.

"what why? i thought you only got drunk." i said confused.

"look what's the thing me and (y/n) h-have in common. we're both smart and when you're smart you're sad because you realise how stupid life is." rick said emotionless.

"oh geez- is she okay though?" i said.

"is anyone okay though? get some sleep fuckwad." rick said then walked into his room and closed the door.