#i bought taco bell so i didn't have to cook and use more dishes

[lawhurt]

screams into the void : i'm here

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

Can I Take Your Order?

For the anons who wanted a Cat Rick x Reader fic. For My other Cat Rick x reader fics, check out this master post.

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You were about to step out; car keys in hand and with only one destination in mind, but your feline man child of a pet swaggered on over and got in the way. “Baby, I'm hungry.”

“Yeah,” You sighed, already sure where this was going. “and I'm supposed to care because?”

Taking in the sight of your baggy joggers and bleach stained t-shirt, he rolled his eyes. “Since you're ugh - you're clearly dressed to impress, you might as well feed me before you go.”

“I just fed you.”

Pointing at his empty dish, he complained. “But I'm still hungry. You think I'd be satisfied with only th-that much?”

You had hoped so. “I swear to God Rick,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep calm. “if you want food that badly then get it yourself. There must be more than enough in the cabinet. And don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy meow mix, because I’ve seen how obscenely excited you get over it.”

“Come on baby, I don't want to eat any more of that right now. I-I figured you're already wasting your life and cash away at Taco Bell. Might as - might as well pick me up some Mcnuggets on the way.”

“If I'm killing myself softly with junk food then that's my own business, but you, I thought you were given doctors orders to eat better, weren't you?”

“Screw him. He - he only said to cut back on the liquor. He never told me I-I-I had to ruin my quality of - of life.”

You eyed the areas around his neck that were in patches because he couldn't stop scratching and wondered where you had gone wrong in a past life. “Yeah, I don't think so. Until your rash goes away, then there'll be no garbage food for you.”

“But baby, I-I'll starve.”

“No," You flicked his nose, "you won't. Anyway, I'll see you later.”

“But baby…"

"Look, we've already talked about this. In this home, we respect the holy shell of Taco Bell.”

“There's nothing sacred about th-those ingredients.”

Pushing him out of the way, you rolled your eyes. “Tell me something I don't know, fuzzy butt.”

His ears flattened. “There's a-a lot you'd rather not know, but whatever.”

Something told you this wasn't really about food. "Rick, is something wrong? Is this really about food?"

He didn't answer, but he did grab the meow mix and left to sit on his favorite spot; on top of the fridge.

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You had grabbed your food a half-hour ago, but couldn't bring yourself to drive home. Thoughts on how uncomfortable Rick must've been feeling kept plaguing you. Did he bring it upon himself with his habits? Yes, but it could have happened to anyone, and considering that he spent his time with mostly human versions of himself, it was possible that a lot of places in the Citadel didn’t cater to felines. It was these thoughts that convinced you of where you ought to go.

You set your directions to lead you to the nearest pet store, and once there you searched for the anti-itch creams and ointments, and cat-safe toothpaste since he couldn't use yours. And although you couldn't get him McNuggets, you did pick up some ingredients to make him homemade nuggets. As you drove back home, you kept asking yourself why you put up with his behavior, and why do you care about him despite it all? Perhaps you were losing it, but after all the time you two spent together, you had become rather fond of him.

Though, it was easy to forget how fond you were of him when he got on your nerves, damaged your stuff, and ate as though he’d never eat again. Still, coming home to see him sprawled out and asleep on your couch, or to find that he had bought you a gift brightened your day. Yet, nothing could top the amusement that comes from having him cling to you the moment you returned home. And as you got home, today was no different. You felt his nails prick at your skin as he latched onto you and complained, “Where the hell have y-y-you been?”

“I went shopping for a few things. Now, are you going to let me go, or do you not want to eat?”

His ears perked at this. “You got me th-those nuggets.”

“No, but I’ll make you some. It’ll take maybe half an hour but…”

“Damn baby, y-your cooking for me now? Do I have t-t-to return the favor somehow?”

Lightly pushing him away, you answered, “Don’t get any weird ideas now.”

“But you never cook f-for me.”

“Yeah, and don’t get used to it.”

A part of you was delighted he was looking forward to it. Who knows, maybe you’ll cook for him again, but only if he doesn’t complain about today's meal.

Fin