#[ Step through the mirror and let me tell you my dreams for our destiny :: Rick & Rick ]

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Contact name: Rick 💙

Contact picture: He changes it quiet often, because he wants to see "all the shades of that handsome face", but he tends to choose pictures in which his boyfriend looks either badass or cool or particularly handsome

Ringtone: "The One" - Skillet

Last text sent: Morty and I stumbled upon that space food truck you and I ate at on our last date and it made me think of you💙 And it also reminded me of what we did after we grabbed the snack😜

Contact name: Other Morty 😺

Contact picture: He caught him while he was trying to sound smart and the picture was too hilarious not to be used

Ringtone: "Count on Me" - Bruno Mars

Last text sent: You. Me. Secret adventure. Don't ask, just be ready when I grab you.

Contact name: FM 💛

Contact picture: It's a picture he has secretly taking on one of their dates. His boyfriend looked perfectly content and every time he sees the contact picture is a reminder than he can make his other self happy

Ringtone: "Against the World" - Beyond the Black

Last text sent: Hey, wanna go to this new arcade Rick and I passed on our way back home? I marked down the coordinates, it seemed really cool. I think they have VR games and shit too.

Contact name: Other Rick ���

Contact picture: He snapped a picture of him while he was staring at his own Rick, to have proof that the two of them can truly look that smitten. Also, he just likes seeing them happy

Ringtone: "Never let me down again" - Depeche Mode

Last text sent: Rick told me to let you know that he'll be a little late. He also said "don't ask why, you'll feel it"...?

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@advnterccs sent:🖤 { For the Ricks ofc fshdjkf }

Attractiveness

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words

"I-I could go on a rant a-about how hot and gorgeous my boyfriend is, b-but I'll fuckin' sum it up by saying this. I-If you look at him an-and you don't see that he is t-the most handsome, sexiest, attractive, m-mouth-watering piece of ass you've ever seen in your life, t-then you need new eyes. N-Not glasses, t-they won't fuckin' do. G-Get a new pair of eyes. An-And a new brain with better tastes, w-while you're at it."

Personality

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible

"W-We...Our personalities are really fuckin' similar an-and I can't say that I-I am the easiest person to deal with. I-I'm the fuckin' opposite. An-And Rick...as much as I'd love to say tha-that he's perfect, he's not. H-He has a lot of shitty traits, almost as many as the good ones...b-but when they don't get between us? E-Even those are enticing on him. S-So...we make it work. An-And knowing each other inside out...i-it makes shit easier, o-on the long term."

Level of friendship

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend

"R-Rick is my best friend. W-We understand each other in ways n-no one else ever will. W-We are closer than we could ever be w-with anyone. R-Romantically, b-but platonically too. I-I just...I-I trust him. With everything. M-Morty than anyone. E-Even more than myself. I-I trust him with shit I-I wouldn't trust me with. B-Because I know for certain tha-that he'll go to hell and back not to fail me."

First impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them

"S-Saying that our forced encounter was messy i-is a fuckin' understatement. W-We were instantly distrustful of each other on principle b-because we were dealing with another Rick. T-Then we found out that we were the same Rick an-and we disliked each other even more. S-Self-loathing and all that shit. Y-Yet...we bonded a little, w-while figuring out how to leave the limbo. An-And the whole gun thing? S-Shit, that was hot. H-He was hot."

Current impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them

"I-I've said it a thousand times, s-so I won't go on a rant about this either, b-but...Rick is everything. M-My universe starts and ends w-with him. W-When we are together, a-all matters is us. I-I could have just him in my life f-from not to the end of forever an-and it would be enough. I-I've doubted everything in my life, b-but now I can't even think about doubting him an-and all that he is to me."

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Rick, if there was a really shiny crystal on one path, but your boyfriend (Other Rick) was in danger on the other path, which would you get to first?

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Rick's first reaction to the question is an offended huff. What kind of idiot would ask him something like that? The answer is real fucking obvious to anyone who has seen him and his counterpart together. As if he'd ever risk the love of his life for a stupid crystal. No matter how shiny.

...Still, he can't to be curious now. How shiny is this hypothetical crystal? If it's shiny enough to catch his attention while his boyfriend is in danger, then it has to be really shiny. More than any other crystal he has ever seen.

His resolve wavers for a brief moment. His other self can take care of himself. He knows for certain, because they are the same person and a lot of people have tried to capture or kill them during their lives. Yet, there they are, sound and standing and still on top. So, whatever this hypothetical danger might be, his boyfriend should have been able to hold on, just a few extra minutes, the time he needs to grab that really shiny crystal and run back to his aide. Right?

And then, once they are both safe, they could share it and stare at it together. To figure out what can be done with it, of course. Not just because it's beautiful and shining and they find it mesmerising. That would be absolutely rickdiculous.

...Wait. Why the fuck is he even considering other possibilities aside from the one he should have picked without a split second of hesitation? Goddammit, he knew that this was a trick question.

Gritting his teeth lightly, Rick pulls out his flask from the inner pocket of his lab coat and swallows a generous mouthful of liquor before speaking up.

"T-This is one of the dumbest questions I-I've ever heard! I-If not the fuckin' dumbest." He scoffs, rolling his eyes before his face contorts into a frown. "O-Of course I'd go to help Rick first. H-He's my fuckin' soulmate. H-He's worth more than any freakin' rock in the multiverse! I-I can find another shiny crystal. But him? T-There's only one of him."

Well, technically two, counting himself, but those are unimportant details.

Taking another swing from his flask, Rick lifts his hand, showing his middle finger. "N-Now fuck off, b-before I make you do it. An-And stuff your idiotic question up your ass. T-They might be more useful there, b-because they surely are not out of your mouth."

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"H-Holy shit, can you believe it? I-It's been a whole year, lover!" Rick's voice is filled with incredulity and enthusiasm. "I-It's a fuckin' miracle for my recent history, b-but..." His eyes soften. "I-I'm not surprised. I-It' you, it's us. You are my miracle."

And there it is, that lovestruck look he reserves for his counterpart alone.

"H-Happy fuckin' anniversary, sweetheart. L-Love you more than I-I've ever loved and w-will ever love again." A quiet snort. "Y-You're not the only one b-breaking his no cheesy shit rule."

"I-It's after midnight so it's officially our anniversary -- I-I don't usually do this kind of cheesy shit, but i-if it's for you, baby; I-I'll fuckin' do the most cheesiest shit," And, yes, Rick does mean that wholeheartedly. "So, happy anniversary, sugarplum, fuckin' love you with my entire fucking being."

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@advnterccs sent: “you’re kinda cute” { To your Rick from my Rick fdshjk }

It was a quiet night, not unlike any other that didn't see them going on some crazy adventure around the multiverse, either each with his own Morty or the four of them as a group.

Truth to be told, Rick had been planning to go on a trip after dinner, but Beth had forbidden it. Apparently, Morty's grades had been plunging into the abyss once again and he had some stupid test he needed to study for. Both the scientist and the teen had grumbled at that, but she had been adamant and they had eventually been forced to give in.

Rick had made a mental note to do something about the boy's grades, because he refused to let something as idiotic as school stand in the way of their adventures, but, all in all, he couldn't say that he was irreparably disappointed by the change of plans. After all, he had been given the chance to spend the night with his boyfriend, which was the only thing he enjoyed as much as roaming and spreading chaos around the multiverse.

The two of them had decided to ditch the garage for once and, instead, had climbed their way up to the roof, not before having dumped through a portal enough booze and weed to last for the whole night.

The air was pleasantly chill and, above them, the dark sky was clear, not even a cloud in sight. The light pollution of the city didn't allow the stars to be fully visible, but it was enough to contribute to the peaceful atmosphere they were basking in.

If asked, Rick couldn't have said for how long they had been there, chatting about everything and nothing, going through their stash and simply enjoying each other company. Time seemed to have lost meaning, as it often did when they were together, and the fact that they were high and half drunk surely wasn't helping them keeping track of the ticking of the clock.

At one point, his body had gotten so relaxed that he had slumped against his counterpart, head resting against his shoulder and body angled towards the other. His expression had slackened, the normally deep lines of his face becoming less pronounced. There was even a little hint of drool mixed with liquor slicking his lips and dripping down on his chin.

If he had been able to see himself, he would have most likely anticipated the playful comment that his boyfriend threw out, following it with a muffled chuckle.

What a asshole. He shouldn't really find it charming nor sexy, but he did. Oh, if he did.

"R-Real fuckin' funny, Rick," he grumbled with an eyeroll, even if, in truth, he wasn't as annoyed as he had sounded.

They both knew that his other self said that shit just because he didn't like hearing it, so the bickering was more for the sake of prodding and teasing each other than anything else.

Rick slapped his boyfriend's arm half-heartedly, and the kiss that he dropped against the side of the other's immediately after made it even more obvious that most of his disgruntlement was just an act. At first, the word had truly bothered him, but by now he had gotten used to it. At least when it was his counterpart to call him that.

Anyone else? They had better hope to find him in a merciful mood or they might have risked a one-way trip to the Blender Dimension.

"D-Do you realise that, i-if I'm cute, then y-you are too? S-Same person and all that shit. I-If you ask me, y-you are the cutest between us."

Of course the other knew, but he probably didn't care, since he liked it when Rick called him that. One of the little differences that told them apart.

"N-Now pass me the booze an-and let's put tha-that mouth of yours at a better use." A little smirk opened on his face. "Y-You still owe me most of m-my daily dose of kisses, baby.~"

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".......W-Well, shit."

"G-Geez, Rick..."

A soft ooooff is heard as Morty's elbows collides with Rick's ribcage. Hard.

"W-What he means is that, uh, h-he's flattered and loves you too."

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@advnterccs sent: 13. thighs + 🐈 bored, to be noticed { To your Rick from my Rick fdshjk }

Lazy days were something that Rick rarely allowed himself. They were a relic of another lifetime, back when he was a different man, with different goals and priorities, without all the aching scars he bore now. He had hardly had any during the forty years he had spent chasing after the man who had blown his life to pieces. He didn't feel like he deserved to rest while the bastard was still gallivanting around the multiverse, merrily and unpunished. And he probably couldn't have done it even if he had tried, in any case.

Things had changed a bit once he had settled down with Morty and his family. Afternoons spent watching Interdimensional Cable had become part of his and the teen's shared activities, and so had the days at Blips and Chitz, devoted to wrecking everyone else's scores. He had rediscovered what having fun truly meant.

Not that he hadn't had with Squanchy and Birdperson and their band back in the days. They had had crazy adventures and even crazier party life. However, with Morty, the enjoyment came unburdened by the need to lose himself in alcohol and drugs and adrenaline, to stop thinking and to forget.

Yet, he had found himself experiencing real domestic bliss only after he and his counterpart had met and properly gotten together. As rocky as the start of their romantic relationship had been, and still was at times, for the most they had found their balance with each other and that allowed them to have times when the world disappeared and they were left, alone and undisturbed, in the warm comfort of their bubble of intimacy.

That day was a perfect example of this new addition to his routine. He had slipped out of bed a little earlier than he normally did, to make them breakfast and serve it to his boyfriend in bed. His other self loved that sort of gestures, so Rick jumped on every pretext to spoil him. It was one of the too many ways he showed his counterpart just how in love he was and how the feeling wasn't showing any sign of fading. On the contrary, it got more and more solid with every passing day.

They had taken their sweet time with the pancakes, even feeding some to each other as if they had been starring in some cliché romantic movie. At some point, by chance or on purpose, some syrup had dripped onto warm skin and that had been the perfect excuse to build up the heat between them until they were tangled in each other and quivering in pleasure.

Once their appetites had been satiated, they had lounged in bed, elapsing in a comfortable silence. His boyfriend had eventually dozed off, while Rick had started to tinker with a device he had built the night before.

As it happened more often than not, he had gotten so absorbed in his little project that he didn't even notice his counterpart stirring next to him, nor how those ice blue eyes had locked on him, in the vain attempt to get his attention. He had remained oblivious to it all, deaf to the low purring and the bore sigh that had left the other's lips. At least until his boyfriend's teeth had found the flesh of his inner thigh, delivering a quick but harsh nip.

The stinging that the bite left behind startled him back to the present and Rick almost dropped the tools he was holding. The confusion that had filled his expression, however, quickly turned into amusement as soon as his gaze landed on the pout that his counterpart was sporting.

Shit, he has no business being so fucking cute.

"B-Baby, what the hell?" He asked, but the tone of his voice was fond and his eyes were sparkling with laughter. "D-Damn, you really can't wait f-for me to finish?"

When the only answer he received was another nip, he made a show of shaking his head in fake exasperation, setting the device and the tools back on the nightstand with a theatrical sigh.

"F-Fine, if you really can't do without me...c-c'mere, lover."

The time of letting out a snort and his boyfriend was in his arms, bare chests pressing together and lips meeting in a slow, lazy dance of tongues.

Rick let out a hum, sinking a little deeper into their embrace. Who could have imagined that happiness tasted like hard liquor and sugary pancakes?

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@advnterccs sent:

A green portal formed within the middle of the bedroom. Rick stepped out, dressed up nicer than his normal. His usual pants were replaced with dark tight-fitted slacks, paired with a teal buttoned up shirt and a black blazer. He hadn't announced anything about the plans that he had. Nor did he specifically say that he would be dressed up. Though, that was all part of the surprise.

He left the swirling green mass opened as he approached his counterpart, arms curling around that waist, bodies pressed together. Just a small embrace before he revealed what he had planned for their one year anniversary.

"Happy anniversary, baby," He whispered against his boyfriend's cheek, placing a gentle kiss on the spot.

For a moment, his lips lingered, savoring the sweet contact between the two. Only for that small moment though. He was a man on a mission and he didn't have any time to waste.

Breathing softly, he stepped back from the embrace. Not before catching onto those hands, holding them within his own. "I-I did a thing, i-it's -- j-just follow me."

Without having to elaborate more, he lead his boyfriend through the portal. On the other side was a familiar scene, a grass field with blue wildflowers, looking out into the large night sky adorned by purple and blue galaxies. Although that wasn't all that was there.

In close proximity to them, was a canopy that covered a certain spot on the grass. Accompanied by pillows for comfortability and two neatly folded blankets. It wouldn't be anything, however, without a large bucket full of ice and four bottles of different liquor resting inside. And not to mention the basket that could was filled with food items that they could share.

"I-I thought that, y-you know, we could have a picnic in one of the places where it all started," He stepped closer towards his counterpart's body, stilling holding hands, half-lidded eyes gazing adoringly. "--- I-I love you, Rick, always and fucking forever."

{ To your Rick from my Rick 💙💙 }

Rick knew for certain that his boyfriend would have organised something for the them to do together or that the other would have gotten him a gift. He himself had spent over three months on the present he would give to his counterpart, working on it during the little time when they weren't together and when he wasn't out for an adventure.

Neither of them was big on celebrations, but this one couldn't not be an acception to that rule. It was the one year anniversary of their relationship.

Letting out a slow breath, Rick ran a hand through his hair. That exact day, one year before, he and his counterpart had given up the charade, officially confessed the feelings they already knew they had for each other and started dating.

One year. Damn. That felt like an extremely long time, even if, all considered, it wasn't. Maybe it was because, after Diane, his relationships hadn't last that long and, especially, they hadn't remained as good as they had started. Or perhaps it was because, technically speaking, since they were the same person, he and Rick had known each other for their whole life.

In any case, it was hard to believe that they reached that milestone, and what was even more astonishing was how happy they were. Of course they had had a few ups and downs, but for the most part they had been living in a constant honeymoon phase after having properly settled down in their relationship.

Admitting it made him feel a little guilty, but the truth was that the domestic bliss he had once shared with Diane paled in comparison to what he had with his boyfriend. They just had it all. Fun and comfort, adrenaline and happiness, adventures and domesticity, mind-blowing sex and all the shades of romance.

Rick's lips twitched in a smile at those thoughts, as he checked his reflection in the mirror. Back to the matters at hand. Since he didn't know what sort of surprise he should expected from his other self, he had decided to change out of his usual outfit and wear something a bit more fitting for the occasion. Even if his counterpart hadn't planned a trip, he knew that they would have gone out anyway, even if just for a drive in space.

The new outfit was nothing too complicated. He has swapped his usual top with a teal office shirt and put on a pair of black dress pants, his ever-present lab coat thrown over them. It was obviously different, but comfortable and not too flashy.

Rick barely had the time to give the lapels his lab coat one more tug before the familiar sound of a portal opening reached his ears. He turned around to greet his boyfriend, only to find himself enveloped in a hug, soft words breathed into his skin and that loving kiss planted against his check.

A small shiver of anticipation ran down his spine, his eyes leaving his other self's face for a moment to look at the portal, before moving back on those handsome features, shining even brighter than before.

"H-Happy anniversary, lover," he echoed as he allowed himself to be guided through the portal.

He had meant to say something else, but the words died on his tongue as soon as the alien scenery opened before them, on the other side of the green vortex. Red grass, glowing blue flowers, twin moons and the ethereal twirling of the galaxies above them. He instantly recognised the place, because how could have he not?

It was the planet where he had taken his counterpart for their unofficial first not-date. The memory of that night felt like it belonged to another lifetime, and yet at the same time it was incredibly vivid. The smell of weed, the tunes in the background, their voices talking in hushed tones, the way their bodies had gravitated towards each other until their limbs had tangled together.

"Ho-Holy shit, Rick," he stuttered out, eyes wide with wonder. "Y-You...T-This..."

There wasn't a word that could define what he was experiencing in that moment. Reverent amazement, ecstatic enthusiasm, love-infused happiness, and a small hint of amusement at the thought of what the gift he had prepared was.

Shit, it should have been physically impossible to be that much in love.

"I-It's perfect, baby," he eventually finished, gaze filled with adoration. He freed one of his hands so that he could cup the line of his boyfriend's jaw, finally taking the time to take in how gorgeous the other looked in that outfit, under the silvery light of the moons. "Y-You are perfect. An-And I love you so fucking much. I-I always will."

With that, he leant in and brought their lips together, in a kiss that echoed and amplified the sweetness of the one his counterpart had pressed to his cheek earlier. There would be time for more heated, sensual touches. Right now he was more than contented to soak in the warm intimacy of the loving gestures they were sharing.

"C-C'mon," he spoke up again, once he had broken away, but not without stealing another quick peck from the corner of the other's mouth. "S-Show me what fuckin' amazing things y-you prepared for us."

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Okay, what happens when we replace the shiny crystal with Chance

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

{ in reference to THIS ASK }

Unlike the previous question, this one elicits a much more somber, closed off reaction. Rick's face darkens and he glances away, a mixture of sorrow and guilt curling his features in a scowl. All his body language screams how he does not want to answer the query, in any fashion.

He could refuse. He could tell the sender to shove his fucking question where the sun doesn't shine and then to choke on it. However, that would leave lingering doubts and false hopes, would it? And he has learnt the hard way how those could be even more destructive than a hard, painful truth.

He and Clarissa...Chance now...have a complicated history. They have gone through a lot together, they have put each other through a lot. The wounds they have inflicted to each other have started to heal only now, after over eight and an incredibly troubled reunion. The feelings that they have shared, the good and bad alike, have always been passionate, intense, blinding.

He is glad that they have been given a chance to patch things up. He is happy to have Chance in his life. The other makes him a better person, even if he might never admit this out aloud. And he loves the man, he does, with the same fervor he had loved Clarissa all those years ago. He doesn't want to lose him again, no matter what. He'd go to the end of the multiverse and back to keep him by his side, and he is ready to do it.

However, Chance is not Rick. No one could ever be like his counterpart, no one could ever mean what his other self means to him.

Rick is his best friend, the love of his life, his other half (literally in a way), his soulmate. He'd give up the whole multiverse for him, leave behind everything he has, loves and has ever known just for the chance to be with him.

In a scenario where he's risking to lose them both, with no option other than picking one of them...He would hesitate, yes, but only for a few moments. The choice is painfully obvious, even if that doesn't make speaking the answer out loud any easier.

"...Rick."

{ @advnterccs (Rick) & @dynamoprotocol (Chance) - mentioned }

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Icons only: Rick has decided to pull your Rick into his lap on the couch, disguising it as a normal cuddle session. Only to poke, tickle, and grope at his sides in an attempt to torture him a little { because i'm bad at coming up with pranks and i think my Rick is just feeling soft xD but hey, at least it's a little bit of torture as payback }

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@advnterccs sent: ✪ { To your Rick from my Rick 👀 } Send me ✪ and my muse will tell you what they’d like to do to/with yours || Accepting !

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"H-He makes everything better. I-I always forget most shit when I'm with him, b-but when we're dancing together? I-It's like we are the only two people in the multiverse." His expression is soft, and he has that dazed, lovestruck look he wears only for his counterpart. "An-And yeah, I-I fuckin' serenade my boyfriend, b-because he's so fuckin' special an-and he deserves everything. I-I'm gonna keep taking him on the fuckin' best dates f-for a hundred years. I-I'm gonna hold him, an-and never let him go. I-I'm fuckin' addicted to kiss him an-and it's the best drug ever. I'll lean on him w-whenever I can, b-because he's real fuckin' comfy an-and by his side is where I belong. An-And I-I'll watch him sleep too. H-He's so fuckin' cute. S-Shit, that handsome face gets all relaxed an-and he drools." A fond chuckle. "F-Fucking adorable." And then his expression shifts, his smirk becoming lewd. "B-Bathing with him? I-I get to see the hottest guy of the universe naked an-and we get to fuckin' relax together. An-And maybe have a little fun~. An-And don't get me started on the sex. B-Best I've ever had." His voice softens for a moment. "An-And even just sleeping next to him…I-It keeps most nightmares away." No need to address the marriage part. Rick knows how he feels about it.

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"W-We throw the best parties ever an-and getting drunk together? T-That's the start of our private two-people parties~ I-I love doing everything with him. B-Be it trashing the Mortys at videogames or-or stealing fuckin' horses. I-I don't get why someone would, b-but fuck it. W-With Rick everything is awesome, s-so I'm in. An-And cooking together is another thing we do. M-Making each other meals is great, b-but it doesn't beats sharing the kitchen an-and working on it together." Especially because it offers plenty of chances for them to hold each other. "L-Listen, I'm not saying that I-I'm touch-starved, but...R-Rick fuckin' brings out that side of me. S-So, cuddling on the couch w-with a good movie, booze an-and the love of your life? S-Sign me thee fuck up. An-And his hobbies are also my hobbies, b-but…even if they weren't? I-I'd give him all my fuckin' support."

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There's a shit-eating grin on his face. "P-Pranks are one of our love languages."

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@advnterccs sent: 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 + my Rick { For your Rick // he decided that he didn't want to waste the chance to be flirted with } Smash/Kiss or Pass

The smirk that opens on Rick's face is so wide that it must hurt his cheeks at least a little. Yet, he seems completely unbothered, ice blue eyes shining enthusiastically with slyness.

There isn't a day that goes by without him wanting to dote on his boyfriend, and this is the perfect chance to do it.

"W-Wait, shit, let me get this straight," he starts off in an obviously fake confused tone. He's not even trying to hide the fact that he is adding, but even if he had, his expression would have betrayed him anyway. "Y-You're asking me i-if I wanna smash that particular Rick?"

He made a show of widening his eyes in mock shock, going as far as to bring a hand to his chest.

"T-The smartest, hottest, most handsome man o-of the goddamn multiverse? T-The guy who's a fuckin' sex god? D-Do you have any idea of how great he is? 'C-Cause I do. B-Best lay I've ever had. I-I have to make an effort not to make comparison, b-because he fuckin' ruined hook-ups for me."

This sounds like an exaggeration, and maybe it is, in a way. He can still sleep around with whoever and have a good time. He still does, especially when he is craving something a human, even one with their intelligence, can't give you. However, there's something special about how he and his boyfriend come together, something that makes it different from every other experience, something that makes it unique.

"An-And those eyes, fuck. I-I could stare at them all day an-and never get bored. H-He's so fuckin' gorgeous. An-And don't get me started about what his voice does to me, w-when his using this one particular tone. O-Or on how he can make me feel shit I-I thought I'd never experience again."

Contentment, peace of mind, happiness, love. A sense of belonging. The will to live and not just survive for the sake of a hopeless cause.

"H-He's the love of my life. T-The best thing that has every happened to me. H-He's my fuckin' miracle. M-My soulmate. H-He is...everything."

His expression softens for a moment, losing all the slyness and playfulness that had filled both it and his tone till before the last few sentences. It lasts for a moment and then his mask is on again, but it's enough to show just how painfully, wonderfully true those words are for him.

"W-Why the hell are you even asking? A-As if the answer could be more fuckin' obvious."

A pause, just for the sake of dramatics.

"G-Gonna smash him for forever an-and a thousand years."

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@advnterccs sent: 💓 { To your Rick from my Rick 💙 } Send a Heart for a Specific Kiss! || 💓- a heated kiss

The music was loud, so loud that Rick was having a hard time hearing his hazy thoughts. Not that he wanted to. After all, they had come to that place exactly because it offered enough noise, booze and drugs to make them forget even how to think.

It felt good, being able to shut his mind down, even if just for a while. All his inner torments, his paranoia, the tragic memories and the haunting nightmares, his guilt and regrets, the crippling sadness. It was all gone, drowned in the quick beat of the music.

Without even realise it, Rick found himself grinned, eyes closed as his limbs moved at the rhythm of the song, guided by years old muscle memory. He felt utterly wasted, his intoxication born not just out of the shots of hard liquors he had been knocking down for the last two hours, but also out of everything else around him.

The loudness, the alien smells, the heat of the thick crowd, the flashing lights. And, especially, the feeling of that body pressed against his own, hands gripping at his hips as they moved in perfect sync.

Dazed ice blue eyes slowly opened, meeting identical ones. He felt so drunk and high and so, so in love. The emotion was intense to the point of being consuming, but it didn't scare him. If something, it just made him crave for more and more of it.

That last thought caused a new wave of heat to spread under his skin, one that had nothing to do with the warm air of the room. A hungry and thirsty feeling, demanding to be satiated right there and then, with no delay or hesitation.

One of his hands dropped from where it had been resting against his boyfriend's chest, his arm snaking around his waist, so that he could firmly hold him against his chest. The other one, instead, moved upwards, nails scratching the thin skin of that throat before wrapping around the back of his counterpart's neck.

The time to offer a small, sly smirk and Rick was leaning forward, claiming his other self's mouth hungrily, teeth instantly sinking in his boyfriend's bottom lip and tongue demanding entrance.

In the meanwhile, the rest of his body moved too, coaxing his counterpart to walk backwards, and he clumsily made their way through the crowd. They bumped against a lot of patrons on their way off the dancing floor, but he almost didn't notice. He was too busy drinking the tasted of his other self's mouth, their tongues locked in a passionate embrace holding the bittersweet flavour of the last drink they had shared.

They clumsy stumbling came to an abrupt stop when his boyfriend's back collided against the wall. Rick moaned in the kiss, as their hips suddenly were pressed flushed together, but that spurred him on, pushing him to bite, suck and kiss harder.

His fingers slipped in those blue locks, tugging them firmly as he licked at the other's palette and teeth, like a starving man licking off the few crumbles of food he was being offed. This was everything he wanted, everything he needed. Just the two of them, together, so close that they could feel each other's heartbeat against their ribcages. It felt so good, so right, so...warm. This was where he belonged, where he had been supposed to be all along.

Sharing his existence with the love of his life, his soulmate. And, now that he had that, there was nothing more he could have asked for.

Eventually, the lack of oxygen forced them apart, their panting breaths mixing in the little space that separated them. Both their lips and their chins were slick with their shared spit, but in Rick's eyes even that was at the same time hot and enticing. The grin that opened on his face was so wide that his cheeks hurt and his eyes were shining bright, catching the flashing lights of the club.

"H-Hey, lover," he greeted in a ragged whisper, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his boyfriend's mouth, before nuzzling against his cheek. "I-I'd say I'm sorry, b-but I'm fuckin' not. I-It's your fault, you know? L-Looking so goddamn gorgeous, I-I had to kiss you." Cue to a little, amused huff. "An-And then I got hooked up on it an-and went a little overboard with it."

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@advnterccs sent: “Ship Bingo” For the Ricks 🤭 Ship bingo || Accepting !

[[ No one is surprised to see the shit I marked down for them xD Honestly, the Ricks are so much more than the options we were given here, but I guess that we'll have to do. And, after all, they are chanting their love for each other at every chance, so it's a we'll known song by now xD ]]

[[ I'm still astonished with how their ship has developed, because it's nothing like what I had imagined they could be. Every time that I think about it and that I remember how it started... xD it was one big surprise, but a really good one! I love when relationships between the muses develop naturally as theirs have. They are always they veee ships. Now it's been almost a year since they met and I can say without hesitation that they are one of the ships I love / have loved the most among all the ones I've developed through RPs! ]]

[[ I don't know what else to say aside from the fact that they are super special for me and they'll always be a source of good memories and fun for me!! ]]

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@advnterccs sent: ❣ { to your Rick from my Rick 👀 } Attraction meter

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Sexual Attraction ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Romantic Attraction ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Crushing ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Squishing ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Sensual Attraction ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Aesthetic Attraction

As if there could ever be a different answer when it comes to his boyfriend. He is the whole package deal, under every point of view. When they firstly met, Rick had thought that they would hate each other, or become begrudging friends at most, because he hates himself.

And yet there they are, smitten with each other and happier than it should be possible to be together. Every flaw, every quirk, every painful twist he despises on himself looks absurdly endearing on his counterpart. It makes no sense, but then again, love never does.

"R-Rick is..."

Shit. He doesn't even know where to start from. There is so much he can say, too much. And words would never be enough to describe how much his other self has come to mean to him.

"H-He's more than my boyfriend. H-He's the love of my life, t-the only person I fully trust, t-the only person who knows everything about me. An-And he doesn't judge me, h-he understands and accepts me. E-Even the shittiest, most messed up parts."

His voice gets softer and softer as he speaks, with a mixture of adoration, incredulity and longing. They have been together for a while now, it will be a year in a couple of months, and yet at times he still can't believe how lucky he has gotten.

"W-We share every fuckin' thing. H-He's not just my romantic partner, h-he's my best friend too. I-I never fuckin' believed in shit like fate or-or whatever, but...fuck. R-Rick is my goddamn soulmate an-and that's the only word that can describe him. Us. I-I don't give a shit about how dumb it sounds."

After all, his boyfriend was exception to a lot of his rules. If not to every rule.

"I-I love him. I-In any possible way." A smirk opens on his lips. "An-And have you seen him? H-He's so fuckin' handsome, gorgeous. An-And hot. D-Damn, I'm dating a sex god.~"

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@advnterccs​ sent: 🌿 { to your Rick from my Rick 🤭 } Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse

A shared Christmas party meant having to deal with twice the pains in the ass he usually had to face, but Rick had to admit that, all in all, there were also other things that made it all worth the trouble. One in particular. Namely that he was allowed to spend the whole day with his boyfriend. Of course they mostly had to keep their hands to themselves and tune down any sort of display of affection, unlike when they were alone, or with just the Mortys around, but it still felt good just spending time side by side.

Not to mention that, whenever they wanted a break from everyone else, and the chance to get more touchy, they could always retreat in the garage. Only for a little while, because they had promised the Beths to be physically present during the celebrations. And, to go around that rule, he also had come up with the perfect excuse to set aside the good behaviour that was being demanded from them.

The plan was simple, and perhaps a bit obvious, but Rick didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to him was that it would have worked and that he would have gotten the chance to kiss the hell out of the love of his life, and maybe grope him a little, without getting interrupted or yelled at. After all, traditions were traditions, right?

A sly smirk curled his lips as he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and casually coaxed him in the direction of the door that led into the corridor. Both Jerrys had the habit of hanging a few twigs of mistletoe over one or two doorways. It was meant to be more of a decoration or, at most, something they all could joke about, and he had always either ignored it or berate his son-in-law for how lame it was.

This year, however, not only he hadn’t said a single mean word about it, but he had all the intentions of taking full advantage of it.

His steps stopped right when they reached the threshold and he looked up, trying to convey his most stunned expression, even it was obvious that he was trying not to smirk.

From where they were sitting on the couch, the Summers rolled their eyes in synch, without even looking up from the screens of their phones. No one was buying that he had “accidentally” found himself under the mistletoe, aside from the Jerrys and their parents perhaps, but it didn’t matter. Rick had already stopped paying attention to anything that wasn’t the man in front of him.

“W-Well, damn, would you look at that,” he exclaimed in a surprised tone that was a little too theatrical to be genuine. “W-Who the fuck put it there, I-I hadn’t fuckin’ seen it. N-Not at all.” His eyes fell half lidded as he returned his gaze on his boyfriend’s face. “N-Now we have to kiss. W-What a goddamn chore.~”

His hands landed in the middle of his counterpart’s chest and he delivered a little push, gentle but firm, coaxing him into leaning against the jamb. Then he stepped forwards, invading the other self’s space and trapping him between his own body and the door.

Ice blue eyes feel half closed, the slyness that had been shining in them quickly softening until all that it was left in them were adoration and love. One of his hands moved on the side of his boyfriend’s neck, thumb stoking the lines of the muscles that ran there, while the other slowly inch lower and lower until it reached his counterpart’s waistline. His fingers hooked themselves around a hip and he fully pressed their chests together.

“I-I love you so fuckin’ much,” he whispered, lips brushing against his boyfriend’s.

The next moment, he was bringing their mouths together, the kiss starting out light and tender and gaining heat with every heartbeat. Slow, chaste caresses turned into nips and little sucks, and then into a passionate battle of tongues. The hand he had laid on his other self’s neck slipped into those blue locks tugging them firmly to change the angles of their heads and deepening the contact.

A low moan rumbled in Rick’s throat and fingers slipped under his boyfriend’s shirt, spreading over the hot skin of his abdomen. Someone cleared their throat in the living room, but he almost didn’t notice. A bomb could have gone off in the next room and he wouldn’t have taken notice, because all he could feel, hear, taste and smell was the man he had fallen for harder and deeper than he ever had with anyone else.

Rick allowed the kiss to be broken only after a few, intense minutes, still dropping a couple of pecks on that mouth before he could make himself fully move away.

His lips curled into a smitten grin, eyes shining brightly and an unashamed lovestruck look spreading his features.

“I-I don’t fuckin’ remember where I was taking you, b-but I don’t give a fuck,” he purred, leaning in to nuzzle his boyfriend’s jaw. “I-I have everything I could ever want and need right here.”

This, us, you. Forevermore.