#[ v. Portal Mortventures: Summer Rickflections of Iron and Glass ; Zaun regulars verse :: Summer ]

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{ @shimmerbeasts }

If asked later, Rick would have denied it, but his shoulders relaxed a bit as Silco's voice answered from somewhere ahead of him. It seemed like the other man had landed further from the site of the collapse than he had, which hopefully meant that he was less injured than the scientist himself. Having at least one of them able to work properly would have been very helpful in their current circumstances.

"I-I wasn't worrying, just not looking forward t-to having to drag your ass all the way out of here," he shot back with a scoff, but the cockiness he had tried to convey was ruined by the slight slurring of his words.

Useless to say, it was pretty obvious that for once it wasn't due to him being intoxicated.

Rick scowled to himself, mentally cursing his body for openly giving away how bad his wound had to be. He was used to bullshitting his way through his injuries, as he did with everything else, acting like he was more in control of the situation than he actually was. However, Silco was usually too smart to fully buy his crap to start with and there was no way that the other man would have believed his act this time, with all the clues that pointed towards it being a lie.

The sounds of the other's approaching steps snapped him out of his thoughts, just in time for him to notice a hint of unevenness in them. Silco might not have had it as badly as him, but it looked like the Eye of Zaun wasn't unscathed either.

The feeling of those eyes burying into his form almost made the scientist want to squirm. He wasn't too fond of the other man's penetrating looks in general, but in that moment he couldn't even balance the uneasiness they gifted him with how they made Silco look pretty hot, as he usually did.

"Y-Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," he grumbled moodily in response to the statement. And to hell with the fact that his companion wouldn't get the reference. "B-But yeah, it would help if you could get me out. I-I know that I'm a looker, b-but you can stare at me plenty later."

Despite his defensive sarcasm, Rick was more than willing to let Silco remove the rocks that had been trapping him and then drag him away from the cave-in site. He didn't even complain or make a lewd joke when the Eye of Zaun carelessly slashed his shirt open, as one might have expected.

Blue eyes followed the flame as it heated up the blade of the knife, fully knowing what was coming next. Yet, he didn't even try to move away when the scorching metal was pressed into his wounded flesh and the only sound he let out was a soft hiss through clenched teeth. To an attentive eye, it would have been clear that this wasn't the first time he got a wound cauterised in a similar fashion.

"W-Well, shit, that's gonna leave a scar," he commented once it was over, voice slightly hoarse. He pulled out his flask and downed a generous gulp of hard liquor. "A-All this is giving me war flashbacks. Literally. J-Just here we have less lasers an-and bombs going around."

He wordlessly offered the flask to Silco, in case the other wanted a dose of makeshift painkiller, while his free hand reached out to tap his temple. Unfortunately, as it turned out, his cybernetic eye had been damaged when he had hit his head and all he got in response was a light electric shock and his vision on that side turning into static for a few seconds.

"A-Alright, no cheating with night vision," he muttered under his breath. Thankfully his human sight was still as perfect as he had been in his best years, thanks to the repairing agents he had been injecting in his eyes through the decades. "W-We'll have to do this the old-fashioned way."

With that, he tried to push himself on his feet, only to have to stop because of the burning shot of pain that spread through the whole left upper side of his body, starting from where his injury was. Apparently Silco wasn't the only one to be forced to admit that he needed assistance.

"...H-Help me up first, will you?"

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Personalised verses tags dump

@mcltiples - Mercenary Rick & Vampire Rick

@technodromes - Rick & Morty & the Technodrome squad

@hvbris - Bill & the Gideon twins

@misstantabismuses - Rick, Morty & Summer in Zaun

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"This does not have to mean anything."

Are you Rick's type? || Accepting (whether we have a ship or not) !

Shit, that's a lot of ticked boxes. He already knew that he and Silco have common ground and share a few tastes too, but seeing it written down, black on white (well, purple on green, but you get the gist)...It has a whole other effect.

This does not have to mean anything.

Of course the asshole would hand him such proof and then say that. Goddammit, as if Rick wasn't already struggling with whatever the fuck their relationship is beyond a business partnership.

Because sure, it doesn't have to mean anything, but what if it did?

"Y-Yeah, I know that. I-It doesn't...N-Nothing has to man anything. I-It's the fuckin' general rule." Don't ramble. "B-But, you know, it could be a sign that w-we could be...friends. A-Actual friends, you know? I-Instead of me barging into your office at random o-or you calling me just when you need something."

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Request or randomized kisses meme || No longer accepting

@misstantabismuses sent: 'I want the K' (Jinx for Summer, maybe one of them finally works up the nerves to go smooch)

{ Randomly generated number: 10. Neck Kiss }

After agonising over it for almost a whole week, Summer had decided that this would The Day. She had know about the trip to Zaun Rick and Morty were planning to take and she had insisted on tagging along, despite the scientist's grumbling about how he didn't want to waste time "babysitting" her too.

As if she would have needed it, especially in a place that was almost familiar territory by now.

The whole ordeal wasn't supposed to take long, just a few hours to collect some...crystals or whatever after a brief stop to Silco's office, even if you could never known. After all, it wasn't uncommon for the duo's adventures to meet some unexpected, usually dangerous complication that prolonged them for days to no end. Not that any of that mattered to the redhead. Hours or days, anything would do for her, because that visit would still be the perfect chance for one, simple reason: Morty had to remain by Rick's side for the whole time.

As jealous as Summer still felt at times because her brother was obviously her grandfather's favourite, this time around she couldn't have been more glad to not be given the same amount of attention the boy got. She would would have been left to her own devices, which mean that she could have some time alone with Jinx.

Sucking in a quiet breath to still herself, the redhead turned his head slightly, to side-eye the other girl as she dug around in a pile of junk nearby. They had decided for a trip to the junkyard, to collect parts they could use to make accessories that Jinx could have sold or traded at the market. The location wasn't exactly fancy or charming, but it was one of the places where the two of them had bonded.

Besides, this was Zaun and this was Jinx. There was nothing more appropriate than a place that represented on of the many faces of that land.

Summer's expression shifted into a determined frown. Alright, enough stalling and overthinking. She had to act before the growing nervousness in her stomach could manage to convince her to chicken out.

"Uh, hey," she started, pushing herself back on her feet so that she could walk over where her friend was rummaging. He hand slipped inside the pocket of her trousers, in a way that she hoped would look casual. "I got you something. Well, more like made you something. Grandpa Rick brought home these small stones from space the other day, but they have turned not to be what he thought they were. He wanted to throw them away, but I grabbed them instead. They are, like, just space rocks, but I thought that they were pretty and..."

Her voice trailed out and, instead of continuing, she pulled two hairbands. Each of them were composed of a cobalt blue elastic thread that could have easily become invisible once wrapped around Jinx's blue locks and of fives little gems, with a colour scheme that recalled the way the shades the other girl used to paint her nails. They had been polished by hand and it showed, but the little imperfections just made them unique, compared to anything machine made.

"If you like them, I was thinking...maybe you could wear them like..."

Once again she didn't finish the sentence and, instead, she took one of the hair ties, to set it against the root of one of Jinx's braids. Her fingers softly brushed the cobalt locks and Summer suddenly became hyperaware of how close they were. Sure, it had sort of been on purpose, but the awareness still manage to catch her off guard.

Now or never, now or never, nowornever...

Green eyes met blue ones and Summer moved before she could lose the spark of courage she had been clinging on since walking through Rick's portal. She refused to let another great moment pass her without trying to seize it.

Ideally, she would have taken her time, spent a few moments admiring the speckles in those blue orbs and tracing the sharp lines of that pale face. She would have allowed herself to think how beautiful Jinx was, in a feral way that made her just more captivating and exciting. She would have also leant in slowly, and not rushedly as she did, because she wouldn't have to worry about freezing up.

But that was a fantasy, created and played inside her mind, where she could control everything, including her emotions. This instead was reality, with all its unpredictable variables and where nothing obeyed her thoughts.

And it was also the reality where Summer's mouth never reached its chosen destination, because she lost her nerve at the very last moment and ended up ducking her head down instead of forward.

The movement came too late for her to avoid any contact and her lips ended up pressed against the side of the other girl's neck, just under the corner of her jaw. The smell of gunpowder, dust and chemicals filled her nostrils, dangerous and enthralling, causing her to freeze e accidentally prolong the unplanned kiss.

After a few moments of daze, however, the redhead abruptly came back to her senses and jolted back, her feet catching in a piece of junk protruding from the ground and sending her falling backwards on her ass.

Great. As if she had been needing to look even more like a fool.

"I...Shit, that wasn't..." She stuttered out, face burning in humiliation, and then buried it in her hands not to have to look at her friend. "...Can we just pretend that none of this, like, ever happened?"

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@misstantabismuses sent: Ⓐ (Summer and Jinx) Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || Accepting !

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 like how she's so...unique. Her style really, like, matches her personality and that's awesome. She is badass and she looks badass. She's a...whirlwind of things and her outfit is made of a lot of little details. I could go on, but I don't want to, like, ramble." She isn't her brother and she doesn't want to sound like him. "Just...I think she's cute and, uh, good-looking. And it gets better when you get to know her. Even with the...darker parts."

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

"Jinx is...a lot of things. It really depends on the day at times, and on whom she is with. She's, like, nice and fun around me and Morty, and Grandpa Rick too, but she can be the exact opposite with other people. And of course there's the whole episodes thing..." Her voice trails of for a moment. "But I still think that she's, like, rad. She's smart, inventive, she pulls you in, you know? It's like she has this...magnetic pull around her. And if you're lucky and she likes you, then you can get to know stuff about her that, like,most people can't imagine."

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

"I...Uh, that's..." She goes quiet for a moment, trying to hide the hint of redness on her cheeks. "We're just friends."

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

"I like to think that by now we're, like, a team. Me, her and Morty. We've gone through a lot of things and yeah, we still don't know everything about each other, but we trust each other. And that means a lot. She's there for us and we're there for her as much as we can."

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

"Jinx and first impression are...She's a lot, when you firstly meet her. She acts so weird, she's too full of energy, she's...confusing. But she still, like, does cool things and looks cool, so you're, like, sort of awed at her? And a little scared to. Or, well, that's how it was for me."

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 (in a good way) || 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

"Getting to know her just, like, confirmed the good things I thought of her the first time we met. She is cool. Cooler than I thought. And I also found out that she can be an amazing friend. She's not always, like, easy to deal with, but...it's worth it. We have bad days, but...the good ones make up for it. I think...I'm glad Grandpa bumped into her and made that mess. Because I got to meet her."

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

Cue to a nervous chuckle. "I don't think that kisses on the cheek, like, count? So, not yet...I mean, no. As I said, we're just friends. Good friends, but like...still just friends."