#&& Slick Morty || slickmcrty

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@slickmcrty sent: “Please don’t fuck this up, Rick. He’s like the nicest Rick ever.” for AR (him talking about E-Rick)

Rick glared as his mouth curled down into a scowl. Was he being judged for how he handled his relationships by a fourteen-years-old? Seriously? The little shit knew nothing about that stuff. Sure, he had a little boyfriend, but that hardly made him an expert.

He, on the other hand, had experience. He also had a shitty record, with a divorce and a dead daughter, but that didn't count right now. He knew how to deal with all this. Flirting, sex, dates, presents. Feelings in themselves were harder to handle, but...he had his strategies and methods.

As for the fact that most of said strategies and methods revolved around either avoidance or "fake it until you make" behaviours, that was for him and him alone to know.

"A-Alright, first of all, none of your business," he hissed at the teen, failing not to sound defensive. "I-It's my love life, s-so let me worry about it. S-Secondly, fuck you for assuming that I-I'll mess it up."

The kid knew some stuff about him, but he didn't know what mattered. He didn't really know him, so he had no right to judge him.

Still, that didn't change that Morty was right, did it? He was a fuck-up. He had ruined all his most important bonds, platonic and romantic alike. So, he was well aware that he could have easily ruined what he had with E-Rick too. Hell, deep down, he was expecting himself to do it, sooner or later.

He destroyed everything he touched, always and anyway, as his past history had proved over and over. His boyfriend would have been better off without him, and he knew it. However, he was greedy and selfish and he refused to be the one to spare him and let him go.

Looking away from Slick, he took a long gulp of liquor from the ever-present bottle on the coffee table. As he swallowed, the annoyance drained from his expression, replaced by a gloomier emotion.

"...L-Listen, I'm trying, alright? H-He's one of the truly fuckin' decent people I know, s-so...I'm trying to do right by him. H-He deserves at least that."

{ @mcltiples - mentioned }

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SR raised an eyebrow when Slick mentioned causing "general mischief". The fact that there had been no reports of a band of Mortys causing unrest in the area suggested that, whatever the teens did, had to be pretty harmless, but he still didn't look too pleased by the way the boy had worded it.

He knew from personal experience that AR could be a really bad influence, so it was anything but unlikely for Morty to have picked up one or two bad habits from his assigned Rick.

The black market dealer seemed to have guessed his thoughts, because he elbowed him back in the side, before flicking Slick's ear.

"A-Are you fuckin' kidding me, Morty?" He exclaimed with fake incredulity. "Y-You do realise that h-he's a guard, right? Y-You can't just go and admit your crimes in front of him!"

Of course he knew that his best friend wouldn't have done anything to the kid, also because it wasn't like he and his little friends were criminals. They were just teenagers, which was something not all Mortys had the privilege of being on the Citadel.

"I-I'd blame any crime he might commit on you," the guard shot back, with another eyeroll, but it was only half heartfelt. "M-Morty here is obviously a good kid, y-you are the troublemaker. H-Have always been."

They had reached SR's neighborhood, which was pretty modest, but still cleaner and less run-down than the one Slick and AR currently lived in. The guard stirred them towards one of the condos and, once in the hall, towards the stair. There was an elevator, but one of the dwellers loved rigging it to play pranks on the others, so he avoided it like the plague.

"H-Hey, that's nice. H-Having a boyfriend, I mean. I-I bet that this idiot here uses it to mess with you, b-but don't listen to him," he spoke up, pulling out the digital key to the main door of his flat. "B-Besides, he's a fuckin' hypocrite because h-he's seeing someone too, aren't you, AR?"

The black market dealer rolled his eyes at that. "S-Shut up, SR. W-We're not dating or shit. W-We just fuck."

{ @slickmcrty }

Slick merely rolled his eyes at the rick's comments. At this point he'd grown pretty used to the man's asshole tendencies. He never took it too seriously. In comparison to the ricks he dealt with before the man's behavior while annoying could be seen as a breath of fresh air. However now that he met SR he knew there was a rick out there who could manage to be even nicer.

Not that he'd say as much for now since he assumed like AR he wouldn't take too kindly to being called a nice or decent rick. However they were getting to know each other so who could say just yet?

The boy groaned in annoyance when he felt the pressure on his head. Being quite irritated for being used as an arm rest but he seemed to focused his attention back on SR. "Oh I hang out with my group of friends mostly. We hang out around town. You know go to the arcade, pull pranks and just cause general mischief."

Nothing to AR's level of rebellion but more harmless fun you're bound to get into when you're a teenager. "I also like going to diners whether that's with rick or not. I've also been getting into rock lately. Listening to it but you know also performing it."

Nervously he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I also have a boyfriend. Glasses is my best friend but now we've kinda started going out." He figured best he mentions it before rick decides he wanted to embarrass him. "So we go on a lot of adventures together and sometimes I'll ask rick if him or our other friends can come over to the flat."

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@slickmcrty continued from x

that was good that the other morty's slick had hung around with prior had their own ricks, hopefully they were faring better than slick had been. but looking down at the phone that slick pulled out, rook knew one thing about it.

"remind me to buy you a better phone tomorrow, alright?" he started as the car lowered to an apartment garage. "but yeah if you could just text me if you leave, that's all i ask."

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@slickmcrty sent: “Sorry, Rick, I think I overdid it.” for SR (Slick being shitfaced drunk)

Deep down, Rick wasn't completely surprised to find Slick drunk off his ass on his doorstep. He hadn't exactly been expecting it either, but he had known that it could have been a possibility. Mortys tended to be impressionable and his best friend had a talent for getting people into trouble and making them pick up bad habits.

He didn't think that AR had actively gotten the kid into drinking, he knew that, in spite of everything, the other wasn't that shitty, but he hadn't discouraged it either. He had probably thought that it was better to let Morty drink openly other than having it hiding it. At least, this way, they would have known if it had ever become a problem.

A sigh escaped from Rick's lips as he ushered Slick inside, directing him towards his small living room. The temptation to scold the teen, at least a little, was there, but he couldn't do it in good conscience. Not when he had let the black market dealer convince him to do unspeakable things.

"Y-Yeah, I can see that," he mutter under his breath, helping the boy to sit down on the couch. "W-We'll talk about it tomorrow morning. W-Wait here."

He made a quick trip to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of water, a glass and a couple of pills.

"D-Drink, you need to rehydrate yourself. T-The meds are for the headache, an-and they'll make sure you won't feel sick later." He awkwardly patted Slick's shoulder. "C-C'mon, you'll sleep it off an-and you'll be fine."

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@slickmcrty sent: “Can my boyfriend come over?” for SR

At the question, Rick paused mid-gesture, his hand hanging in the air where it had been about to grab his tablet.

Boyfriend?

The word echoed in his head for a moment, before he recalled that Morty with glasses Slick had mentioned him a couple of times. Right. His friend and former classmate at the Academy.

Clearing his throat, the guard grabbed the device, turning on the screen also to buy himself some time to think. He didn't have a Morty and he had never been assigned one, since who worked in the military could choose whether or not to be paired up. However, he had heard plenty about them from his alternates and he had dealt with them in a work environment.

There were also the comments that AR threw out about Slick from time to time, even if he knew better than to believe every word his best friend said. Still, it was a fourteen year old boy he was dealing with, which meant plenty of hormones involved.

"W-Well, it shouldn't be a problem if he does." Not a yes, but it wasn't a no either. "D-Do you two have plans? O-Or is this just a random hang out?"

There wasn't a not awkward way to make the boy understand what he was asking about, was there?

"J-Just to know if I need to...get you some snacks or-or shit like that. O-Or if I should head down to the pub an-and get a beer with some colleagues. Y-You know, stay out a while."

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@slickmcrty sent: “Rick, can you help me with something?” for AR

Slick's words were met with the sound of several tools come crashing down on the floor...and on something softer, which was most likely Rick's body judging from the muffled curses that came with the noises.

That kid really had the worst timing. Somehow, half of the time he managed to show up while he was very, very busy. One of these days, the little shit would have walked on something he could never unsee and he would have no one to blame but himself.

The black market dealer rolled his eyes as he pushed himself out from under the weird machine he had been working on. Once upon a time, back when he was still trying to get rid of Morty, he would have barated the teen for the intrusion. Nowadays, things were different.

"T-This has better be important," he grumbled in Slick's direction, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest. "I-I'm on a deadline here, s-so hurry up and spit it out."

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@slickmcrty sent: "Merry Christmas, Rick." Slick held out his presents which were a bottle of premium liquor and a tool he'd been needing for awhile respectively. (for AR)

If it had been up to him, Rick would have let Christmas come and go without even acknowledging the festivity. Sure, it wouldn't have been easy with the Citadel shining with lights and decorations, but he would have made do. He had in the past, so there was no reason why he couldn't have done it again.

Unfortunately, since Slick had become a permanent fixture in his life, it was no longer only his decision. The teen respected his lack of holiday spirit, but in return the black market dealer had to respect that the little shit enjoyed Christmas. Which meant walking around the stands and let SR treat them with hot chocolate and other idiotic Earthen traditions.

Presents were a small silver lining in all that. He was thankful that Morty had never tried to go out of his way to get him something "special", because Rick wasn't sure that he could have stopped himself from laughing in his face. Booze and the odd additions, instead? They were not only welcome, but also appreciated.

"D-Daaaamn, kid, how many of my money did you spent on this?" He joked, reaching out to briefly ruffle Slick's hair before snatching the bottle out of his hands. The best way to honour the present was to have a taste, after all. "K-Kidding aside, thanks. I-I've been needing a new one of those for ages."

He waved the tool, before tearing the bottle open and taking a long gulp. Right after he had swallowed, though, his eyes widened, as a thought hit him.

"Oh, s-shit, I almost forgot. I-I got you something too!"

Without waiting for an answer, he dashed to his workbench, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for. The next moment he was dumping a thin, square device in the boy's hands.

"I-It's a holo-book," he explained, pointing the button to turn it on and off. "S-Since you have a boyfriend now, I-I thought that you would need to know the stuff." A wide smirk opened on his face, the kind always came whenever he was about to say something Slick didn't want to hear. "I-It's real fuckin' detailed an-and there are plenty of pictures."

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SR and AR do you know what you’re gonna get slick for Christmas?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

AR rolls his eyes, exaggerating the gesture on purpose, and then he lets out a small scoff, almost to say that the answer to that question was so obvious that it shouldn't have been asked to start with.

"O-Of fuckin' course I know. W-Who do you think I am?" He claims, and yet the too smug smirk on his face seems to claim otherwise. "I-I already got it, a month ago or-or something."

From where he's standing next to him, SR eyes his best friend with a mixture of surprise and suspiciousness. If there's something the black market dealer hardly is not, that's a planner, so there's no way that he has picked the gift in advance. He must have stumbled on it somewhere, during his deals and trips, which means that it could be literally everything.

All the guard is left with is hoping that it won't be something too bad or dangerous.

"I-I already got his present too," he answers, once he has made sure to have glared at his alternate enough. "I-I hope he'll like it. T-The two of us don't know each other well yet, b-but I know what Mortys tend to like, s-so...hopefully it's something that applies to him too."

{ @slickmcrty - mentioned }

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@slickmcrty sent: “What should I get Rick for Christmas? Just booze again?” for SR

Rick found himself having to bite back a sigh at the question. He could understand the teen's dilemma, it was one he faced every year too. When Christmas rolled around and when AR's birthday approached.

The truth was that his best friend was, at the same time, incredibly easy and utterly impossible to shop for. The black market dealer seemed to be content with getting anything one got him or even nothing at all, so gifting him something should have been a no-brainer. Pity that it made you feel bad, because no gift seemed to genuinely satisfy him.

"W-Well, you can't go wrong with that? I-It's the stuff you know for sure he likes."

That and drugs, but he was not going to encourage Slick to get some on the black market. Not to mention that he didn't want his best friend to get too high too often, so the less of that stuff he had, the better.

"O-Or you could try to get him a new tool for his work? I-If there's one of his that's broken or-or too old, a-a replacement would be a good idea."

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@slickmcrty sent: “Oh yeah, I was lightly stabbed. Luckily I don’t think they cut too deep? Oh sorry, I’m getting blood on your floor.” for SR

Rick had barely finished cutting up some vegetables for dinner when someone had knocked at his door. Useless to say, the fact had caught him off guard. He rarely had visitors, and most of the time it was his best friend coming to bother him for one reason or another or no reason at all.

However, he knew for a fact that AR wasn't on the Citadel, but off to whatever dimension C-137 was currently living in for "business". SR almost rolled his eyes at that thought. Maybe business was what took the black market dealer there, but the reason he stayed for the night was a completely different one.

Biting back an exasperated sigh, the guard set down the knife and dried his hands, before heading for the door of the flat. Whoever it was, he hoped that they wouldn't take up too much of his time. He had come home late from a full day shift and all he wanted to do was eating dinner before settling down in bed with a book.

However, every trace of the mild annoyance the interruption had brought him immediately vanished as he saw who was at his door. His eyes widened as they locked on the bloodied cloth of Slick's T-shirt, where it was ripped on its side.

He opened his mouth to ask what the hell had happened, but the teen was quicker. The explanation, though, didn't really reassure Rick, who hurried to gently drag the boy inside the apartment, instructing him to take a seat on the couch while he went to grab his first aid kit.

"I-I swear...AR is going to hear from me about this," he grumbled under his breath, as he knelt down in front of Slick and carefully lifted his shirt. "F-Forget the floor. I-It's fine, Morty."

The wound wasn't too deep, thankfully, but it wasn't enough good news to make the frown on his face relax. These sort of things were common on the Citadel, especially in the poorest neighbourhoods. Ricks and Mortys got injured on a daily basis and in his line of work he saw plenty of it. However, that didn't mean that he disliked it any less.

"W-Who was the asshole who stabbed you?" He asked, while he busied himself with cleaning the wound, before grabbing the dermal regenerator. "I-If I get my hand on them, t-they're gonna spend a whole fuckin' week in a detention cell. An-And they'll be lucky that I won't do worse."

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@slickmcrty sent: "Do you think I could meet your best friend?" for AR

At the question, Rick paused mid-gesture, one of his hand stretched out towards the bacon he had been about to add to the pan. Electric blue eyes found the teen from above his shoulder and he quirked a brow at Slick, the expression holding a hint of exasperation.

Why the fuck did the little shit want to meet SR? From what he had heard, the boy had had nothing but bad experiences when it came to Ricks. Yes, AR had been mentioning his best friend perhaps a little too often and how he was different from most of his other alternates, but that didn't seem like enough.

Never mind that one of his initial plans to deal with his assigned Morty had been to pawn him off to that very same Guard Rick.

"I-If you must," he grumbled, rolling his yes a little as he finally dropped the meat in the already sizzling oil. "B-But the guy is busy, w-works shifts and all that shit, s-so we'll need to, you know, schedule it."

He usually dropped in on SR unannounced or broke into the other's apartment and waited for him to come back, but Slick didn't need to know that. Still, he was finding it harder and harder to say no to the boy these days, even if he hated to admit it.

"I-I'll text him and see w-when he's free. J-Just don't fuckin' tell him about the shit I-I get up to, alright? H-He's a guard, an-and he takes his job very seriously. T-There's only so much he'll close an eye on."

With a huff, the black market dealer returned his full attention on the breakfast he was making.

"B-But damn, what's all this sudden interest in my personal life? W-What's next? Y-You're gonna ask to meet t-the guy I'm fucking too?"

...Shit. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that.

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@slickmcrty sent: "It's not really bad, is it?" AR (for getting hurt like mentioned in that ask for Petal)

Rick's lips were pressed in a thin line as he worked on the bleeding wound on Morty's side. Thankfully, the laser had just grazed the flesh, without burning too deeply into it, but it would have still hurt like hell if it hadn't been for the painkiller he had injected the teen with.

"I-It's better than it looks," came the laconic reply, but the black market dealer's eyes never left the injury. Almost as if he couldn't bring himself to look at the boy.

There was an odd tightness in his voice, one that Slick had never heard before, and his face was dark with a whirlwind of emotions. For the most part, he was angry at himself. That whole situation could have been avoided if he had been less of a cocky idiot, for once.

His fingers shook a little as he struggled to stomp down the surge of feelings that caused his chest to tighten. He didn't care if he got hurt, in a way it was something he welcomed, but now it wasn't just him anymore. He didn't let Morty tag along for the most dangerous trips, but he kept forgetting that he was as much of a danger for the teen as whatever other potential threat.

How long would it be before he got the kid irreparably damaged, if not worse? How long till history would repeat itself?

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@slickmcrty sent: "I just felt like changing up my style. That's all." (for AR)

Rick rises a meaningful brow at the teen, eyeing the aforementioned "change of style". Morty is still wearing his signature yellow shirt and blue jeans, but he has added a leather jacket and swapped his sneakers for a part of combat boots.

It's obvious where he has taken inspiration from. Or rather, from whom.

"S-Sure, kid. An-And you chose to do that by copying my style?" The black market dealer points out, but there's a laugh in his voice. "E-Ever heard of creativity, little shit?"

Despite his almost accusatory words, he's not upset or annoyed. He just finds it funny to see how far Morty is ready to go to feel closer to him. And maybe, deep down, the fact does stroke his ego.

"D-Damn, does this mean that I-I have to take you shopping or-or something? 'C-Cause I don't trust you not to buy shitty quality stuff."

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@slickmcrty sent: "Are we almost done, Rick? I'm getting pretty tired." (for A-991 Rick)

Rick pulls his head out from the hole in the ground he has stuck it in. His clothes are covered in dirt and so is his face, and his hair is even messier than its usual.

"Oh, c-c'mon, Morty! Already? W-Where the fuck is that teenage stamina?" He huffs, pushing his arm in the hole and grabbing the root he has spotted. "D-Does it apply only to playing videogames an-and jerking off? D-Damn, fuckin' useless, i-if you ask me."

He rolls his eyes, before yanking the plant out. In truth, they have been on that planet for at least five hours by now, digging around for an alien root he needs for his latest chemical experiment. It's been tiring, especially since they have to do it all by hand, not to risk damaging the goods.

Rick is used to this sort of hard, long works, and he actually likes them, because they keep his mind occupied. Slick, on the other hand, obviously is not. The teen looks like he's barely standing by now and AR wouldn't be surprised to see him falling face first in a puddle of mud.

A heavy sigh leaves his lips. He can't stand looking at the little shit being so miserable. Shit, when had he gotten so soft?

"A-Alright, how about this," he continues, with just a hint of exasperation in his tone. "T-Take the full bags to the ship an-and wait for me there. I-I'll join you in an hour or shit. An-And we can stop for burgers on our way back. S-Sounds good?"

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@slickmcrty sent: “Please don’t embarrass me in front of my boyfriend.” (for A-991 Rick)

The request...or should he call it a plead?...was met with an eyeroll. Morty had finally decided to introduce him to his boyfriend and apparently the kid couldn't trust him to have a little decency. Sure, Rick hadn't given the teen many reasons to think that he could behave, but there were lines that even he didn't cross.

...Sort of.

"G-Geez, thanks for fuck, Morty," he huffed, lips curling in a light frown even if, deep down, he was nowhere near as offended and he was trying to look. "A-A goddamn scolding? T-That the first fuckin' thing you thought of? S-seriously?"

Had it been something else, this would have been enough to make him want to embarrass Slick out of spite, no matter what his initial intentions had been. However, he knew how much of a hig deal this was for the boy, starting of with the fact that this relationship was also him coming to terms with his sexuality and his coming out. So, the little shit got a pass...for this once.

Not that he was going to tell him that.

"D-Don't do anything embarrassing an-and I'll have no reason to embarrass you."

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@slickmcrty sent: 🤪 (for AR) Random drunk texts || Accepting !

Damn, maybe he had really downed one glass to many that night. A few bottles of wine shared with his best friend at dinner, followed by one of whiskey. Then he had gotten back to his messy flat and had kept going. He wasn't even sure of how much liquor he had pumped into his system, but it had been enough to make his head swimming uncomfortably.

Was it just him or was the cushions of the couch trying to swallow him?

With a groan, Rick shut his eyes tightly, trying to clear his muddled thoughts. He had the feeling that something was missing, but he couldn't recall what. Had he left something that he shouldn't have on? Had he forgot his shit at SR's place? No, it was something else. Or rather, it wasn't a thing at all.

...Oh, shit, Morty.

The black market dealer jerked in a seated position. A really bad move, because the way of nausea that followed almost had him doubling over.

And then the memory hit him, as soon as his stomach stopped churning. Right, the teen was out with his pals. Cursing under his breath, Rick dug around for his phone.

[text] dont cme back too late u little shit [text] we got shit to do tomrtow [text] adn I hope they give u sex ed at teh fuckign academy 'cause Im not gonna gte involved if u and ur bf fuck up [text] if u get achance grab me some booze I think I drabk half of my stash