Chemistry ■ Rick Sanchez X Reader

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"Rick," you spoke into the phone, bringing your voice to a low whisper as you closed the door behind you. "Where are you?"

You could hear the shuffle and whir of the metal engine of your future husband's space ship, "Oh, babe! You'll never believe what just happened!" You fought the climbing headache, pinching the bridge of your nose as he used the same high-pitched tone everytime he made a mistake, he gave a small laugh at the end.

Even so, you listened. "I'm kind of in the fourth quadrant, right now. But, I'll be there soon, basically around the corner! Anyway," he skipped over as if the first part wasn't important, "These tough guys tried to hustle me, almost stole my ship, but they're pretty 'basic' aliens, nothing really," Rick cackled on the other side of the receiver, you shook your head. "But, naturally I got held up. Don't worry, I'll be there in 20, maybe 30," he gave his attempt at reassurance.

"Thanks for telling me when you've decided to drop-in," you muttered bitterly, "The ceremony started an hour ago, Rick. Did you have to do business on our wedding day?" You lifted the hem of your white gown between your unoccupied fingers, a tired sigh slipping past your lips.

"It was now or the honeymoon and I knew you'd kill me if I missed that," he laughed, then a low bang followed. "Hey! Quit hitting my shit, I'm trying to talk to my wife!"

"I'd rather you had done it before either of those days, why not yesterday?"

"I was busy yesterday too," he answered.

"Getting drunk, I know."

"Hey! I was doing business, I just so happened to drink too much."

You rolled your eye's. "I'm sure you client was very impressed."

"...ya know if you're gonna be a bitch about it I can just hang up," Rick dared, pouting on the other end.

You glared down at the receiver. "Rick, you're late to our wedding! And you're acting like it's nothing, Beth is ready to fucking pass out and half of the guests already left. The priest is trying to convince me you're having cold feet and you're halfway across the quadrant," you hissed at him. "If you weren't ready to get married you could've just said that instead of skipping out entirely!" Your eye's watered, throwing down the end of your gown, suddenly feeling self-conscious in your own wedding dress.

Rick pressed the phone to his ear, "No, come on, honey. Look, I'm sorry, ok? There, you've got the great Rick Sanchez to admit he's wrong, I bet you're just having a fucking ball," He apologized, hastily. "I'll be there soon, we're getting married, Boozy-Bear. I wouldn't have put a ring on that finger if I wasn't ready, I'm ready for anything."

You relaxed slightly, your shoulder's still tense at the situation, however, you hummed lightly. "Fine, and no. Not until you're groveling on your knee's, I won't be satisfied," you breathed a laugh as Rick protested with static on the other line, "But, I'll be waiting for you Sanchez," you leaned up against the door frame, a fond smile now coming to your lips. "You better get here in that half an hour."

"With that, I'll be there in 15," Rick assured.

You hummed. "I'll hold you to that."

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You fiddled with the ring on your finger, it's only been ten years, but, somehow Rick made it feel like a lifetime. A frustrating, peril filled lifetime, that he wasn't present for most of.

You hadn't seen Rick in about three weeks now, he left with Bird Person to pursue this alien warlord that had this obsession with planting fertile, intergalactic women in the soil of his planet because he believed it would make his wife have more children. Obviously that meant you couldn't come with him, the warlord hadn't even heard of Earth yet, if he caught sight of you, you'd definitely be in trouble.