Rick and Morty One-Shots

Drunk! Rick X Reader-Emotional

It was late at night and I ended up carrying Rick out of the bar. Rick's arm was draped around my shoulders and he limped as he walked. I brought him into a taxi and the driver drove us home. When we arrived at the house, he threw up at the side of the house.

"Oh my god, Rick. You need to lay down and bring a f*cking bucket with you when we get in the house."

We walked in his house through the garage and he'd occasionally trip and fall. He was that drunk.

"(Y/N), do I ever make y-you feel sad?" He asked out the blue.

I gave him a long stare. "Yes, you do all the time because I have to witness how sad and miserable your life is. Like, you literally have no job and all you do is drag Morty with you on stupid adventures that make him traumatized afterwards. You're just a total d*ck."

"I'm-I'm sorry for being a d*ck, I-I didn't mean it. I love you."

Rick acts cute when he's drunk; he gets emotional. Sometimes he just makes me wanna cuddle him due to his cuteness when he's drunk. He'd say random stuff and says how much he loves me.

"I love you too, Rick."

I was a bit frustrated at this moment and acted rudely to him because Rick had an irrational thought of getting into fights with random people at the bar when he was tipsy. He caused a riot to happen in the bar and many people threw glass bottles of beers at each other. Then, when he was full on drunk, he started acting emotional. He was just too much to handle sometimes.

We got in his room and I properly laid him down in bed. I sat beside him while he rested his head on my lap.

"Y-Your thighs are amazing, (Y/N). Y-You know that? And I'm so lucky to have you."

I ran my fingers through his hair and looked at him lovingly. What he said had touched me.

"And I'm lucky to have you." I said.

"I'm-I'm sorry for all the mean things I've done to you in the past. It's just hard to show y-you that I love you because I always put a wall in front of me and block people out. I-It's hard for me to let people back in again."

My eyes widened a bit. I was startled. I didn't expect Rick to be opening up to me this much when he was drunk. He usually would just say how much he loves me when he was drunk but today is a different story.

He spilled the whole godd*mn motherf*cking tea.

O sis.

"Rick, it's ok. I understand. What matters is that you love me and that I love you."

"Babe, you're-you're just wow. I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"Ok, ok. We've said it enough times. No more cheesiness."

Then Rick blabbered about Israel, a country in the Middle East that he'd always bring up when he was drunk. It was weird. He also had weird emotional attachments to things that'd he'd also mention while he was drunk. It was hilarious so I decided to record this very moment.

"Hey, d-did you know that if you engage in necrophilia, there's a high chance that you can get Myisas? It's a parasitic infestation that consists of larvae of several fly species."

I gave Rick the most judgmental look that I've ever given in my whole entire life. I immediately stopped recording him. I don't know where he gets these information from, but it's all disgusting. Period.

"Ok Rick. That's enough."

"But what about fact number 154-"

"No. Please don't. I can't take it anymore." I said, holding a gun to my head.

"Aww, ok."

After having fun with Rick, we decided to get cozy and sleep in bed. [You dirty minded ppl I didn't mean it like that 😂😏]

We fell asleep that night, wrapped around each others' arms. It felt nice and relaxing to know the fact that Rick was beside me when I was sleeping. I felt secure and loved being in his arms.

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4/28/19