#morty x male reader

[d-x-z]

ICE ICE BABY!

Evil morty (from the fanfic) x male reader

Note: If you read the fanfic, I do call back to their times, and I mention this one before, but I will turn them into oneshots >:)

(Posted before the fanfic is published—needed to be proofread, arc 1 needs to be rewritten/improved— for context, evil morty is just morty prime but before he decided to go solo. Pre-rick event)

17+ DNI, 16 and under blogs only!!

IMPORTANT NOTE: if there's weird cuts that skips paragraphs that doesn't complete the last one please tell me cuz my clipboards weird and won't copy paste the whole thing so I have to cut it into sections and I post through phone and it's so fucking awkward to work around

Desc: snow angels, hot chocolate, ice skating, and a burning heart to warm themselves for the winter... and even a furball to surprise them♡

Type: love/fluff

"YAYAYAYA WAKE UP MORTY!!" The brunette was passed out on his bed as a drool went down his face."MORTY WAKE UPPPPPP ITS SNOWING!!" yelled the boy who was clinging unto his life as he's outside his window. groaning, he started clawing unto the window with his hands.

"I don't want to bother your parents by going through the front door!!" Trying to claw the window open, he then saw morty stir up. The exact moment he opened his eyes, he saw Y/n covered in snow. The only thing keeping him warm was the ear muffs and the sweater he wore, "what the? Y/n what are you doing??"

He yawned as he got up to open the window. Without thinking, he let Y/n in forgetting he was covered in snow "jesus! It's cold!!!" He shivered when Y/n shook his body spraying the snow towards him as well. As y/n picked up the ear muffs he shook off "Wanna go outside and make a snow man? It's snowing right now"

pointing his thumb behind him to the window morty looked at his clock "it's 6 in the morning.. let's go downstairs even mom won't be awake during this hour. It's holidays, " he rubbed his eyes as Y/n followed behind only problem was it was snowing a bit too hard, they had to wait for a few hours to calm down.

Morty went to the bathroom while Y/n went downstairs to the living room passing by the front door to take off his shoes. Sitting on the couch, he looked out the window it really was snowing hard...did he lock his windows??

He thought to himself before deciding to deal with that later. He heared footsteps behind and it was morty in a ugly Christmas sweater "yeesh goodmorning" Y/n tilted his head backwards to see morty, his view was upside down.

“anyways you ate breakfast?” Y/n sat back up to turn around “nah, got hot coco?” morty went away to the kitchen while Y/n followed by “not nesquick, like actual hot coco” Y/n stood beside him in the counter

“that will take a whole 20 minutes to do Y/n..” “it’s not that bad, We got the time it’s christmas! C’mon get the cups i’ll get the stove ready” Y/n opened the cupboard before morty got the mugs from the drying rack

Y/n placed a pot on the stove along with milk, “can you get the sugar and cocoa powder for me real quick” Y/n opened his palm while morty searched through the kitchen and placed it on his hand

Placing in cocoa and sugar he stirred the pot, “vanilla extract, i think summer placed it in the left cupboard the last time i remember” morty checked but it wasnt there, checking the other cupboard he finally got it

Handing over to Y/n. Placing a few drops of extract he handed it back to morty, stirring it morty handed over the mugs opening the fridge to search for the whipped cream “oh my god wait, we need chocolate chips morty do you still have some??”

“oh shit, no sorry dad used it all last night for his ginger bread house” morty rolled his eyes before walking towards him with whipped cream “dang it, it’s fine we still got the creamy version of it

Pouring the hot coca unto the mugs morty helped Y/n with placing whipped cream on it “there’s still some more, let’s just keep it here. They can heat it later if they want some” morty told before bringing the mug to his lips

Sipping unto the hot coca, he cringed and retracted “hot!” Y/n laughed “dumbass i JUST made it” morty and Y/n stood leaning unto the kitchen counter, morty looked at Y/n blowing unto his mug. Y/n looked at morty looking at him before he akwardly laughed “what? Got something on my face?” morty shook hid head no before sipping his hot coca

“well seems like you’re the one that does now” Y/n laughed before his hand reached to morty’s lips, wiping away the whip cream on the corner of his mouth “o-oh, thanks” he felt something

But he couldn’t exactly pin point what he did feel at that moment, “c’mon let’s get back to the living room i think there’s a new episode of south park out” “jesus, how many season’s do they have already?” “dunno, it’s fun watching though”

As the morning passes by, Beth and Summer woke up to see morty and Y/n under a blanket watching the tv.

“seriously? I still don’t understand how you’re a dog person morty” watching dogs surround Tom holland in his puppy interview “dogs are cool! They’re just really fun to be around”

“you wanna get a dog?” morty looked at Y/n crossing his hands with a happy grin “yeah?! Who doesn’t” “what are you gonna name it when you actually do get one?” morty rested his head on Y/n shoulder thinking to himself

“dunno...probably snuffles” Y/n snickered trying his best to cover it “Hey! I can feel you laughing!” morty called Y/n out “of course! But why snuffles? Not like i can stop you from naming your dog” Y/n wheezed at the thought

“they’ll have good fur! And we can cuddle too!”

“what if they don’t wanna?”

“...”

“what if they have short hair?”

“... I’ll still love him”

“what if it’s a girl?”

“Y/n!”

“PFFT- okay okay i’ll stop”

Hearing a pair of key’s chime both boys looked behind him “excuse me boys, can you both please wake up jerry upstairs. We’re going to be late for the towns christmas show, if you both want to go to the skating ring early then you better wake him up. And morty go get ready last time you forgot your scarf and gotten sick”

Both Y/n and morty complied before Y/n simply followed morty, “wanna go to some stores after ice skating?” Y/n brought up “im broke, used my last pocket money to get gta 5” “aw boo, okay then”

///

The towns center was crowded with people, Y/n and the smiths watched the stage as acrobats sang and danced together. Morty once more looked over to Y/n’s face seeing his eyes light up im amazment

Even though the snow is pouring in, and he’s barely keeping himself warm he couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Y/n looked back at morty snapping him back to reality as Y/n shook morty “MORTY LOOK AT THEM!! IT’S SO COOL!!” Y/n excitedly cheered

Instinctively holding unto morty’s hand to not get lost in the crowd, time passed by as now the show finally ended. Both Y/n and the smith family were now in a more cleared up crowd as they dispersed to the different food stalls and venders selling ugly christmas sweaters

“ok you both boys be safe alright?? If you need anything me and jerry are gonna be near the food stalls ok?” both nodded before Y/n dragged morty to the ice ring, morty slipped on the snow but Y/n still pulled him up with joyful laughter as the two boys laughed it out

Standing in front of a guy giving out skates “10 bucks each” Y/n gladly paid for morty before they went over to check which skates would fit them “you still don’t know how to skate Y/n you sure you can do this?”

“you doubting me pokemon collecter?” “you collect pokemon card too!?” Y/n laughed before standing both held hands before entering the ice ring, once they did Y/n instead gripped unto the railings

“okay! Okay! This could be the biggest regret ever!” Y/n held the ring like a scared kitty morty simply stood there perfectly fine “just try walking towards me, v shape remember?” Y/n looked at morty reaching his hand out while the other rest on his hips

Breathing out Y/n made small steps to him, a small smile appeared on his face after morty finally gotten to hold unto him “wow, im suprised you didn’t slip yet” “shut up” Y/n grinned looking down unto the ice

“now follow me, and don’t drag me down when you do fall” morty warned Y/n lightly “pfft, i definitely will” morty rolled his eyes before letting go of Y/n leaving him in the middle of the skating ring

“m-morty!! Asshole don’t leave me here!!” “well, just do the same thing you did before. Just without me holding you” Y/n wanted to panic but he’ll fall on his ass if he did “no! I WILL fall if i try going towards you”

Morty slowly backed up “quickly before the gap starts increasing” Y/n’s eyes twitched before his skate dug unto the ice skidding towards him, morty was actually shocked that Y/n managed to get himself to move faster than what he’s personally comfortable with

“w-wait i don’t know how to stop!?” Y/n yelled, morty moved a bit to the left before grabbing y/n. But he underestimated how fast the momentum went and got dragged along with Y/n

His eyes widened before he dug his skate to the ice preventing them both to fall,

the warm breaths of both boys breezed to their faces, as their faces were so close to one another. Both of their face’s turned bright red, either from the cold or their proximity, Y/n felt warm

His chest filled him with a warm shiver. Before he went to quickly kiss morty, before morty could reciprocate Y/n managed to stand up by himself “a-anyways, wanna go skate else where?”

Y/n grinned while morty looked at his eyes “y-yeah”

///

“that was fun” morty looked at y/n “you fell 16 times that whole 30 minutes we were in there” “still fun” looking around morty looked at a wishing station, “Y/n, you wanna go wish?”

Looking at Y/n “oh, sure-sure yeah!” he smiled “wait go ahead i’ll just tie my shoes” Y/n raised his eyebrows before slowly walking away “yeah but you need to hurry up m-”

SMACK!

A snow ball was thrown at the back of his head, turning around he saw morty holding a few more snow balls “betrayal!! C’mere you little shit!” he smirked before cupping snow on his hands throwing it at morty

Chasing after him both boys laughed “can’t catch me shorty!” “morty im literally taller than you!?” morty tried throwing a snow ball at him but Y/n dodged “nuh uh” Y/n looked at morty getting the reference

“the fuck you mean nuh uh!?” he quotted back, before throwing a snow ball at his back, morty threw his last snow ball but missed and hit another persons back. Both boy’s eyes widened before Y/n rushed to the closest stall to pretend to check out it’s contents while morty turned around seeming a bit lost looking around

The man looked around in shock and anger, but morty looked at Y/n and walked towards him “best fucking save ever” “best counter attack ever” morty looked at Y/n confused but his face was stuffed with snow

“BLEGH! It came in my mouth!” “mia khalifa’s sex tape” Y/n laughed proud of the reference he made, he helped clean his hair from the snow. And shockingly enough they were already at the wishing stall

Both boys were greeted by the stall worker “and how about you two? Care to give a wish stick a try?” Y/n smiled before pulling out 2 dollars “oh no need for cash, it’s free for couples” She smiled

Both boys looked at her with a blush, but played in for free wishes. The lady shook the box before presenting it to the boys ��first think about your wish, then pick out one popsicle stick”

Both of the boys glances at each other before picking out a stick

[your embodied love, they aren’t far from your reach. Maybe they’re in plain sight]

Y/n hummed to himself with a smile

[everything you love, will be there for you. It will never find itself away from you]

Morty’s eyes clicked realizing something before looking at Y/n

“now, kiss the popsicle and burn the tip. It’s a sign of promise that whatever your wish was will come true”

Both boys kissed the popsicle and burnt the tip on the red candle.

“now keep that popsicle and never show anyone, you can only reveal it once it’s been granted to you” she smiled before the two boys thanked her and walked away

“i already got mine granted” “same here” “so what’s yours?” morty looked away before showing his popsicle stick Y/n “aww that’s so sweet! Mine’s cute” Y/n showed him his popsicle

Morty smiled at it “yeah, c’mon let’s go eat”

///

“morty try these crepes!! They’re really good!” Y/n offered some of his crepes to morty, morty took a bite off it before humming “it’s actually pretty good, want to try this shawarma?”

Y/n nodded before morty offered some as Y/n bit into it, “oh, it’s spicy” Y/n’s taste buds shifted from sweet to spicy “yeah, i just wanted to try some since they’re about to be out” both boys walked by each other before

Morty’s ears perked up and heared something, stopping and looking around Y/n stopped with him, confused. “you ‘aight?” “wait..” morty handed over his shawarma before shoveling his hands throught he snow

Y/n peeked to see morty holding a small dog “w-what!? Holy shit morty!? Is it still breathing, we need to get it near warm fire or something!??” Y/n panicked before morty took off his orange scarf and covered the dog for warmth

“c’mon let’s go to my parents there might be a warm fire around” Y/n followed morty before taking a sneaky small bite into his shawarma

“morty! Dear god where did you get a dog??!” jerry looked at morty in shock, they were sitting at a table Y/n placed their food down “let’s go to that stall they have barbecue maybe we can stand near it for heat!” Y/n pointed out before morty and Y/n quickly rushed over

Standing near the barbecue Y/n apologized for having the dog near the food but the one who ran the stall understood and allowed them to use the heat, even once the food cooked they placed it else where just so that morty can help the dog get warm

“who would leave a dog out here like that??” morty checked that it’s fur was quite dirty, probably a stray. morty slowly patted the dog to try pumping it’s blood flow, Y/n scratched the dogs ear

“poor little guy...” “he probably was abandoned, the snow unfortunately came around these times so he had to survive on his own” morty frowned Beth and jerry came over “okay boy’s let’s go home, Summer’s heading over to her friends house for a sleepover. And then maybe we’d find a way to take care of the poor dog. Where did you guys even find it?”

Beth passed their food to Y/n “we were walking after getting food and morty probably heared a whine under the snow” Y/n looked at morty holding the dog “yeah were going back home, now that morty can’t use his scarf he’s definetly going to catch a cold and the dog needs warmth and probably food”

“so you’re gonna keep the dog?” “of course i will!” “it’s funny, didn’t we talk about dogs this morning? It’s like some christmas miracle you just got him” Y/n held beth’s hair blower and had it to low heat

The dog was conscious but very weak, morty still kept it laying on his scarf a small plastic bowl with left over food from yesterday “what are you gonna name him? It’s a boy right?” morty nodded

“hmm, snuffles.” “you’ve got to be kidding me” “what? It’s the best i can come up with! And he also has nice fur!” morty patted the dogs belly “you could’ve gone with snow balls, his fur is white as snow. And either way he even looks like a snow ball when he curls up to sleep!”

Y/n explained before morty gave in “ok fine, snowballs...” the dog looked around before sniffing the bowl. Y/n brought it closer to it before it started eating slowly. Y/n sighed and leaned near morty since the heater was closer to him

Morty looked at Y/n with a smile before cupping his face to kiss him

“merry christmas Y/n”

A smirked laid upon Y/n face looking at morty

“merry christmas morty”

Note: ... I still wonder how i still written them as friends during this. It’s called a psuedo relationship, situationship is more sexual and negative i think? which is not what im looking for. So a psuedo fit’s more better since it’s more on acting like a commited relationship even though both never really talked about it. And i thought about homoerottic relationship but google lables it to be more of a sexual desire thing too which i don’t think is what im trying to find so idk how to lable these two.

BUT ANYWAYS they’re friends with benefits i think? Google went and said “people who fear to really confess to each other” but i don’t think that’s the case between those two, they’re more like. Like. Losers that doesn’t know what to when it comes to love so they just literally “go with the flow”

ANYWAYS AGAIN, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE.

I will post the actual full fanfic instead of making one shots like these about them without much context and ig ‘canon’ plot explained so probably around january i’ll be posting it

[deadqueerboys]

M/n: haha old man

Rick: Who are you calling belch old you little urrp... piece of belch garbage?

M/n: You.

(they got married)

[ricksanchezxmalereader]

M/n: MORTY QUICK, TAKE THIS AND GAURD IT WITH YOUR LIFE

Morty: wha- what is it M/n

M/n: it’s Ricks phone… he’s been on TikTok for over a day watching those space weasel robot things

Morty: oh no

Rick: WHERES MY FUCKING PHONE

[aliciamorov]

Rick Sanchez season 7 simping moment part I don't even know

This ep is crazay damn

I love this man god

This is so cute btw

LOOK AT HIM

Is this seat taken 🤭

LOOK AT HIS SMILE 😭😭

He's eepy

(the scene is hilarious 😭)

HE DID THE FACE 🥳

Overall the ep was weird as fuck but very cool

Thank you goodnight everyone 😘😘

[j3st3r-13]

Are you open to requests rn?? Bc if you are, may I pls request Rick Sanchez with interdimensional traveling bf?? If your requests are closed feel free to discard this! Thank you

Rick Sanchez with an interdimensional travelling bf!

rick is used to being the only one who can, so when you have it mastered as well? he doesnt take it well. hes terrified that your gonna supass him so in true rick fashion, he immeditly takes his young grandson to try and kill you.

your just taking a moment, taking a nice drink when some old grandad lunges at you, you dont now why or how hes here. but you fight anyway.

ricks fighting to the death so you flee, hes prepared. you're not.

enemies to loversssss

you begin preparing for rick now, your device is effecient and working. your equipment is leathal and your so ready for this grandad.

rick and morty are getting ice cream when you walk out of your own portal and kick rick into a wall.

you kick the shit out of one another until morty drags him home.

you could chase him to his home, threaten the family. but you dont. in some sad way ricks given you purpuse, so you let him go and wait for him to returm the favour.

It's like peter griffin and that Chicken man

after a few months it feels less like a fight to the death and more like a hangout between friends

youll ask him about how Beths doing as you nearly break his jaw, he asks you about your local bar before hurtling you through a window. its carthatric

one day, your having you usaul "hang outs" but ricks clearly pissed that day, and slices open your abdomen with a lazer.

he freaks

your ears are back up and running long before you can crack open your eyes. your drifting in a sort of haze. the pleasent buzz almost drowns the conversation you still cant see. "your boyfriend has received severe abdomen damage, Doctor Ajsdhswfhasjdkfhvh, its confident that they will recover soon."

"he better. now fuck off." his voice is even more hoarse then usual and he sounds... nearby. ricks here. hes with you. he hasnt left.

your eyes blearily open, and a tired grin breaks open your face. "you didnt deny it, rick."

the scientist practically jumps a foot in the air, before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck."yay. your alive. i wanted your shit- what?"

your grin grows impossibly wider. you've done many things to Rick, reigned hell on his life. but making him nervous? That's a first. even your most elaborate traps he figures out in moments. "he called me your boyfriend, you didnt deny it."

"fuck off, i liked you better asleep."

"i love you too, Rickie."

he pauses eyes wide and he just looks at you. searching your face for any hint of a lie or cruel joke. when he finds nothing he speaks. "who wouldn't? now move up in that bed," you raised a brow and rick scoffed. "Don't get your dick all excited its easier to see interdimensional cable this way. if you gonna be such a fuck-"

your hands to grip his lab coat. touch soft rather than cruel. silently begging for him to stay, you don't like hospitals and he knows that. he knows everything. his bony hands hold your cheek and the movement leaves you breathless, hands that are built for harm. healing. healing you, just you.

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sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted but I got caught up lmao. feel free to request though. its always fun to write for yall and I love hearing your ideas. yall so creative. :)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello! Can I get a request for a trans man boyfriend x Rick? Preferably one who's also autistic as he is and how Rick helps him when he's overstimulated. Thank you!!!

Rick Sanchez x ftm autistic reader

Headcanons

-          First things first, Rick does not care whatsoever what you identify as. He is the type to think gender is a stupid concept anyways, so why care what pronouns you use. If you tell him you’re a guy he just shrugs and says “okay” and continues with what he’s doing.

-          He would build you things to help you transition though if that’s what you wanted. Why go to human doctors when Rick can just whip up something that will literally change your body into your preferred one like that.

-          If you don’t wanna medically transition that’s fine too, who’s he to judge. It’s your life, so as long as you are happy why should he care about that kinda thing.

-          He wouldn’t put up with transphobes though, fuck em. He would probably just make a portal under them that would send them to the blender world or something, they don’t deserve to be around if they try to shit on you.

 -          Seeing as Rick is canonically autistic, he would understand a lot of your struggles even if you two have different interests or triggers.

-          It would take a while but at some point you both communicate your needs and help to help each other during a meltdown or when you are overwhelmed.

-          Rick would carry around different gadgets for if either of you are overwhelmed, like noise cancelling headphones or different stimming toys.

-          You both infodump to each other and help keep the other grounded if either of you go a little too far sometimes or become too obsessed with something. It takes some work, but you probably end up being pretty helpful to each other.

-          If you are overwhelmed when you are out on an adventure Rick would either bring you back to the ship or portal you home where you feel more comfortable. No need to stay somewhere where one of you are uncomfortable. He will just come back for whatever you were there for later.

-          Rick isn’t the most verbal person when it comes to his feelings but you can tell he loves you because he goes out of his way to make sure you are comfortable, makes you gadgets and actually pays attention when you infordump and takes interest in your interests.

[buglism]

Fandoms / others

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Sebastian Solace, Pressure (roblox)

What we do in the shadows (TV show)

Undertale (and some AUs)

Monsters (aliens, ghosts, demons, orcs, vampires, etc!)

OFF by mortis ghost

Dead By Daylight (Survivors & Killers)

Valorant <3 (all of them!)

Overwatch (all of them)

Touchstarved (demo) (by red spring studios!)

FNAF (All Games)

L o a d i n g . . .

L o a d i n g . . .

L o a d i n g . . .

L o a d i n g . . .

This will be updated when need be

[tiredcatboysinc]

Kiss by the plastic ocean

Hello everypony, today I offer Batter/reader fic. Tomorrow? probably nothing

Summary: The Batter didn’t like to stay in one place for too long, it put him on edge and made him nervous. You made him nervous. You were his player for fucks sake! You shouldn’t be standing here, you should be getting on with the damn story!

Ao3

Words: 1050

Warnings: None

The cool breeze of Zone 2 brushed past your face, a few strands of hair blowing lightly in the wind. The Batter stood silently next to you as you looked over the small cliff that led to the ocean of plastic, his arms crossed tightly over his chest with an unimpressed look on his face. You had suggested taking a small break from all the purifying, aka beating the shit out ghosts, and walking. For once, Batter had taken you on the idea and let you lead him to the cliffside. Now he was regretting his decision as the breeze blew on him, his brows furrowed heavily under the brim of his hat every time the wind blew too hard. When you suggested a break, he expected something else. He maybe thought you’d drag him to the library, at least then he could beat up any ghosts that he so happened to see.

The Batter didn’t like to stay in one place for too long, it put him on edge and made him nervous. You made him nervous. You were his player for fucks sake! You shouldn’t be standing here, you should be getting on with the damn story! Every bone and muscle in his body was tensed, holding back the urge to grab you by the scruff and pull you back to the plot. One of his fingers taps impatiently on his forearm, yet this went unnoticed by you. Your eyes were shut softly, you inhaled the scent of the air. Of course, it smelt like plastic and slight smoke, but it hadn’t bothered you yet. The scent was almost comforting to you, yet you weren’t sure why.

Maybe you had just gotten used to the smell, or, perhaps, it smelt like home. That was silly, of course. Though in a way…the scent made you feel safe, it made you feel like nothing was wrong. You decide that whatever the reason is, why ever you’ve come to like the smell of the Zones, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were okay with it, and you were. A small clearing of a throat knocks you from your peaceful bliss, and you open your eyes to find the source of this cough; The Batter. You can feel his eyes shooting a heavy gaze through you even though they weren’t visible. Your eyes gaze back, though your look is much softer. As your brows furrow you frown a little “What? Are you not enjoying this moment, Mr. Batter?” you question, your voice having just a tinge of mischievousness. Though the heavy sarcasm covers that mischievousness.

Batter groans, leaning his head back to the sky. “We should be getting on with the story, dammit,” he grumbles with annoyance dripping from his tone. You whine in playfulness, turning to him with a pout on your face. He doesn’t face back to you, but he knows what you’re doing. You always pouted when he complained about anything, in honesty, you pouted at anything you could. His mouth turns to a grimace, his brows furrowing even deeper than before. Another whine is flung from your lips, your pout intensifying as you whine louder. The Batter grips his arms tightly as he pulls his shoulders up, his jaw clenched tightly as he groans through gritting teeth. Batter knew you needed to start going again, but goddammit if your stupid ass pout didn’t make him want to let you do what you wanted… Another grumble leaves his mouth before he sighs out “...Fine.” and you jump with joy, literally. You giggle happily as you wrap your arms around The Batter in a hug, smiling up at him gratefully.

He turns his head away from you, pulling the brim of his hat to cover his cheeks that began to burn. “Don’t think this will be a normal occurrence, we’ve got to continue…” He mutters as his stomach turns with embarrassment. A few of the Elsen that had been sitting around the cliffside, doing the same as you, glance over as you giggle profusely. You’re almost vibrating with giddiness, so much to the point you almost don’t notice how Batter’s face is beginning to glow with a blush.

When you start to calm down, you notice his glowing cheeks as well as his poor attempt to hide it. His jaw clenches even tighter, if that’s possible when your giggling pauses. Your eyes are now fixated on his embarrassed expression, and a mischievous grin creeps up your face. You stand on the tips of your shoes, leaning as close as you can to Batter’s face. “Is someone embarrassed?” You sing out, making sure to emphasize ‘embarrassed’. He doesn’t respond, his eyes looking off into the distance as if he now finds the ocean interesting. Batter swallows harshly when your voice drops to a faint whisper, only one that someone as close as him could hear “What’s wrong, love? Did I fluster you?’

That’s it, you’ve killed him, Batter is now dead and it’s your fault. The Batter’s face is now as red as a cherry, his breathing stiffened as he slowly brings his gaze to you. You’re just so… close. It makes his heart race with how you look at him, a hidden look of yearning in his eyes. As if you could read his mind, you place a hand on his shoulder and tilt your head slightly. That stupid smirk never leaves your lips, and now, he thinks, would be the perfect time to wipe it off. A tense swallow is given from him, your stiff breaths lingering in the air.

Batter pulls his hat off, holding it to the side of your face. Effectively blocking the view from anyone looking. His free hand falls to your lower back, and he pushes you forward gently. Your lips fall into his, in a nervous, yet loved fill kiss. Of course, you reciprocate. Your hands slide up to cup his cheeks tenderly, and you feel yourself smile into the short kiss.

Batter pulls back first, his eyes meeting yours in an equally as flustered gaze. You blink, and then you smile. “You should do that more often.” You giggle, and Batter averts his gaze quickly.

“...Only if you’re lucky.” He mumbles as a small smile creeps onto his face.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

What would Yves react if his darling is like that psychologist from rick and morty, like she is calm, level headed and always ask him if he is comfortable or okay and lets him talk about jis feelings with out a hint of judgement, even though she knew what kind of person he is

You can psychoanalyze him all you want, but he will not budge. At most, he will just smile and let you keep talking. Yves adores that you're concerned about his feelings and judge nothing of him, but he thinks you wouldn't understand. Or you couldn't handle what he has to say.

You can hear him talk, but it's all fluff and no substance. He reroutes the conversation back to you effortlessly no matter how many years of experience you have. You could deconstruct his personality calmly and lovingly, yet his ego wouldn't be threatened, Yves already knows that about himself. He's just nodding to you reiterating what he discovered decades ago.

Yves is a tough one to crack because there is nothing to crack. You're simply barking up the wrong tree, if you ever want to know his entire life story, you will need to access his vault. Which is close to impossible unless he deems that you must witness it. But that is reserved for the most tolerant of shock, the most unsound of minds. Yves doesn't need a therapist. He knows what he is feeling and he knows how to fully control his emotions. He isn't lost, confused, anxious, or in need of a listening ear. Yves has his eyes on the prize at all times and his mind is clear.

So in the sense of vulnerability, Yves isn't human. If he isn't comfortable about something, he will let you know. He doesn't need anyone to give him permission to complain.

Yves would really rather talk about you instead.

[chronicroderick]

Rick Sanchez x OC Oneshot

Pairing for a mutual! First time with an OC that’s not my own, but of course I love Rick and Morty so much how could I pass up a request that was simply SO Beautiful!

Today was the day Rick decided he was not going to let Morty get away with skipping out on another adventure. Every other week it was "school work" this and "important conversation with Jessica" that.

"As if." Rick muttered to himself as he tinkered with the cloaking device on his ship.

A little bit of drool jumped out of his mouth as he spoke, but he simply licked his lips and gulped down some off planet alcohol from his flask. The longer he lay on his back with his particle level in hand the more he got worked up. Every turn of his vortex screwdriver reminded him that neither Morty or Arrow were around to help him. There was little sobriety left to keep the mad scientist's mind from spiraling down a path of fury. Arrow had been a part of their lives for a long time now – long by Rick standards anyway – but the maroon haired man had disrupted the dominion Rick had over Morty. In a way the reprieve was welcomed, since there was the large part of his heart that loved his grandson to death and disliked the maliciousness of his own nature; Arrow proved to be a more tender mentor for Morty which had allowed the boy to blossom into less of a snively mess. 

Rick's heart began to pound in his chest when he thought about Arrow, with his sharp tongue and careful eye. The younger man had saved him time and time again, never failing to be a loyal companion on every half-cocked errand to a different dimension. Rick shook his head violently in an attempt to clear the warm feeling growing in his chest. It was easier to be frustrated than to admit he was biting back the… L-word.

His pity party had gone on long enough. An adventure was what he needed! Morty would be coming along this time. That was a fact. After sliding out from under the car, he threw the tools on to the workbench in a cavalier manner and acquainted the last of his drink to the half digested contents of his stomach.

"Mortyyyyyyyy!" The old man belted out.

There was a cheerful edge to the call, but overall it sounded like he was gargling the name.

Portaling to the top of the stairs meant avoiding the obnoxious task of climbing them, but a small voice wondered if he could catch a glimpse of Arrow in the middle of some mundane task on the walk to his grandson's room. Maybe he'd be trying to open something in the kitchen that was just giving him more trouble than it was worth and his pointy ears would twitch in the pissed off way they do, or he'd be seated at the dining room table with a snack, and Rick would catch that all too famous flash of his sharp teeth. Each thought sent a tingle down Rick's spine.

His feet carried him through the threshold of his garage into the rest of the Smith's home. Half lidded eyes scanned the kitchen and dining room with mild disinterest as they both turned up vacant. The stairwell proved easy enough to manage since it did little compared to nights spent navigating crowded Nizellin festivals or infiltrating Gromflomite mother ships. It seemed Arrow had gone off on his own. That was fine, all Rick needed was the chance to lay one hand on Morty and they'd be off! Nothing the boy could do could prevent him from being dragged through a portal. Not tonight.

While running one hand through his tousled hair, the old man used the other to grab a vial from his pocket that was filled with fluorescent orange liquid, a stimulant he had got as a gift from Squanchy. He popped the cap off with his thumb which sent it shooting down the hall in the direction of Summer's room and threw his head back as he gulped it down.

"Let's go, baby!  Rick and Morty one hundr…" 

The scientist trailed off as his hand rested on Morty's door, which was cracked open just enough for a beam of light to spill into the hallway. Almost imperceptible, there was singing coming from inside. A voice Rick could pick out in a crowd.

"...I hear the wind call my name

The sound that leads me home again

It sparks up the fire, a flame that still burns

To you I will always return…"

Holy shit. The first thing that came to Rick's mind was the recognition of the steep drop in his stomach. His mouth twitched at the corners as he tried to register what to do, torn between throwing the door wide open or staying transfixed like a statue in the doorway.

"... I know the road is long

But where you are is home

Wherever you stay,

I'll find the way…"

Delicate fingers pushed Morty's door open just a bit more, the whisper of a breath escaped withered lungs, and brown eyes widened as they absorbed the sight before them.

His grandson had his head resting in Arrow's lap, while the man gently ran his fingers through the brunette curls, the look of concern in that arctic gaze paired with the melody that practically caressed the ear drums blessed enough to hear it struck a chord in Rick's very soul. Everything about the moment was tender. Any resolve about the events of tonight quickly faded. Instead a hundred memories flashed behind his eyes.

"... I'll run like the river,

I'll follow the sun

I'll fly like an eagle

To where I belong…"

A horrible day, blackened by the onslaught of violence from Sanchez’s oldest friend. It pained him too greatly to fight whole heartedly. Each blow Birdperson dealt him felt in some way deserved, so his own willpower came and went like a paper boat on the open sea. It had been Rick’s selfishness, his inability to let go, that had brought them to this, then suddenly the only thing standing between Rick and razor sharp talons is a little lizard man, hair shifting ever so slightly in the caustic breeze of enormous wings, but his demeanor not wavering in the slightest. Instead his lips are set in a determined frown while his eyes gave away the rift the fight tore inside him. He’d chosen Rick instead of his cousin by proxy, and that act alone made his cybernetic heart squeal with glee.

“... I can't stand the distance

I can't dream alone

I can't wait to see you

Yes, I'm on my way home…”

The inside of Rick’s ship, flying through the galaxy at a hundred light years an hour without paying attention to their surroundings, instead every molecule of his being is focused on the shy looking figure before him. Arrow’s voicing the concern that the scientist had – not so gently – pulled out of him as one would whisper at Confession. He was afraid of being left behind, afraid that one day he’d annoy Sanchez for the last time and be betrayed like so many times before. Rick did not push for any more details after that, instead he looked out the windshield in an attempt to hide the sympathy that plagued his features. The rage was almost its equal, but he knew the poor man might misplace such a negative reaction. He was engulfed with a furious vengeance against anyone who had harmed such a kind soul – but that distress was something Rick did not quite understand himself.

“... Now I know it's true

My every road leads to you

And in the hour of darkness

Your light gets me through…"

He absent mindedly tugged at the roots of his electric blue hair. The breaking of a few strands under the force brought him back to the present moment for just a second. Butterflies not only fluttered in his stomach, but threatened to take flight straight out of his esophagus, which would only prove to give away his presence. That was something he could not allow, because for the first time in a long time, peace had washed over him. Solace, in this private moment between the two most important people in his fucked up life. 

Rick bit his lip the second such a thought slipped through his mental defenses. Why should such a thing surprise him anymore, though? When it came to Arrow every carefully built barrier cracked eventually. He was the vine that grew no matter how many times you chop it down, the roots tenderly weaving their way between the bricks until the whole structure is compromised. Rick had never been one for pruning anyways.

“... You run like the river

You shine like the sun

You fly like an eagle

Yeah, you are the one

I've seen every sunset

And with all that I've learned

It's to you I will always, always return.”

His sweet voice quieted, Morty’s head still lay in his lap, maybe he had drifted off or maybe the melody had been as calming to him as it had to Rick that grasping the contentment for just a few minutes longer would be enough. Arrow’s head snapped up when he thought he caught a familiar green glow out of the corner of his eye. A soft smile donned his lips, but the bedroom door remained partially closed, and the hall seemed almost drearily quiet. Rick was in his own bed, wishing sleep would overtake him soon, hiding away those few minutes in his garden walls.

@residentclown​ ‘s OC. For you dude, I hope you like it! I went through so many emotions writing it lol

[foxholewriting]

In Artoculo Mortis

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Ves -

Scrunkle

Cozy Night

[deadqueerboys]

Rick: Where's your Rick?

Evil Morty: I don't have one, I have a M/n.

Rick: A M/n?! You're kidding me? I don't see my ex husband in years.

Morty *whispering*: I can't even wonder why..

[ricksanchezxmalereader]

Hi there love your post there super funny and they made me laugh every time I read them and I wanted to tell u to keep up the good work good luck on your next post!

Rick: hey M/n, what if today I shrunk you down and put you in a jar

M/n: and do what?

Rick: . . .

M/n: …and do what?

Rick: *heavy breathing*

M/n: AND DO WHAT RICK?!!

🫙

[aliciamorov]

A POST TO SIMP FOR SEASON 7 RICK AHHHH (the photos are so bad bc i was taking pictures of my laptop☠️did I even write that right)

wet hair rick ✅

he's so FINEEEEEE MY LOOOORD

he gets more and more hot with every season (i want him so bad)

[j3st3r-13]

Rick headcanon for having a short boyfriend? (also hello I am trans if that's ok idk I like to specify) ckwvhw vwb

Rick sanchez with a short trans boyfriend headcanons

Thank you sm for the ask kirbybooo your hcs are under the cut <3

Rick's like 6'6 I think he's so tall, which is means he towers over you at all times, you reach his chest and that's it he finds it hilarious

He has to bend down to kiss you, however when he wants to be a little shit he won't bend down so he can laugh at you. You can either try and pull him lower and get called needy or you can walk off to which he will grab you by the wrist, pull you back and kiss you and call you dramatic

If you bind then he gets some amazing binder from space which is more Comfortable or if you had surgery then he would take you to the actual best doctor in the galaxy orrrr he would do it for you

Continuing on from last point man's would offer to give you a new fully nodded chest which you can change to fit you perfect specifications

Rick would use you as an armrest all the time you cannot escape

STANDING ON YOUR TIP TOES AND PULLING ON HIS LAB COAT LAPELS TO KISS HIM

If you needed to change anything document wise, he would change everything like that name, sex all that on all systems.

God fucking help any fucker that tries to give you shit for being LGBT+ your mad scientist will tear them apart for you, he won't tell you it happened and might wipe your memory cause he doesn't want you upset. He says it impedes his work but he's full of shit he just wants his bf happy

You once wore his blue sweater and it came to your thighs/knees, once Rick saw it he had to take a moment to compose himself

You guys pillow talk all the time, and he always listens to any struggles you have gender related or otherwise. He may be tinkering but he's listening really and making something to fix your problem

Rick buys you a step tool, you throw it at him

He asks if you need a booster seat for the ship and you nearly kill him. You must have the patience of a Saint

Despite his nihilistic facade rick adores you, although he teases you for being a short ass that only reaches his chest he finds it cute (he'll never admit it tho)

[d-x-z]

Sleepless nights, sleepfilled mornings.

(Evil morty-from the fanfic-x male reader)

Note: if you read the fanfic I do call backs to their times, and I mentions this one before but I will turn them into oneshots >:)

(Posted before the fanfic is published—needed to be proof read, arc 1 needs to be rewritten/improved— for context evil morty is just morty prime but before he decided to go solo. Pre-rick timeline)

I'm writing and posting this because it's been DECADES since I posted written work in YEARS like 2019 type years, so if I'm bad at writing don't mind it

!!17+ AGES DO NOT INTERACT, 16 AND BELOW ONLY BLOG ALLOWED!!

Desc: morty has a hard time sleeping, with his neighbor alone at home who had a hard time falling asleep isolated in his house. Both decide to hang out at morty's room for the night

Type: comfort?/fluff

Morty was the type to get nightmares. Don't get me wrong at his age he probably should have understood by now, but none of them are real. But considering his school life was shit it's been haunting him ever since

As for the boy on the other side of the road he sat awake in his bed, binge watching marvel movies to see if it will tire him only to find out it would not work. He pulled out his phone texting morty

Nerd: U aawake?

Nerd: akwe*

Nerd: award*

Nerd: awake*

He placed his phone down before hearing a buzz

Loser: yeah

Nerd: nightmares??

Loser: yes, come over ples. Had a weird dream I'll open the door rq

Nerd: damn, sure sure

Y/n hopped off his bed, closing his laptop, before heading downstairs. Looking around the empty house all he did was furrow his eyebrows his mom left yesterday for work. He's unsure what job

she's in but all he remembered was it was the trade business. Placing on his slippers he opened the door and locked it behind him. It was dark but not dark

enough to have no people around sometimes a few cars would pass by, assuming it's just people coming home from somewhere or people who has to get to the airport at such hour.

As he crossed the streets he already saw morty at the door step "u good?" Y/n yawned seeing mortys tired face "not really, just hang for a while.." Y/n nodded as both of them went upstairs to his room.

Morty went back to his bed as Y/n took a comic on the shelf sitting on the floor beside the bed, morty looked at Y/n reading before he simply watched him.

Y/n yawned before throwing the book on the desk "scoot over I wanna sleep too" rubbing his eyes he jumped unto the bed taking the blanket and huddled in with morty "soo whats the dream about?" Morty shook his head "it's too weird to explain?"

He thought  "how weird is it? Like weird event weird? Or drug trip weird?" Y/n turned around to face morty "like drug trip weird yeah"  y/n just gave a look "did you take drugs before sleeping?" Morty retracted in slight fear "of coarse not! Mom would kill me" he sighed Y/n simply crossed his arms around his head. "christmas is coming up... plan on doing something?"

He asked morty while he looked at the ceiling "nothing much, just hanging with my family once more" Y/n smiled his eyes getting heavy "we should go ice skating, to this day im determined to learn how to skate" Y/n closed his eyes before morty yawned "I think I'm able to go, need to finish my math homework only" "need help? I know the long method, I forgotten how to do the short one. Placed too much effort trying to figure out the long method I completely disregarded the easier one"

Y/ns voice was starting to mutter up. "Thanks, I'll just help you in your hist—" morty looked to the side to see Y/n passed out, his eyes were half lidded as well before he decided to scoot closer to be warm as he closed his eyes...

As Y/n woke up he stretched himself on the bed; right, It wasn't his bed, as he sat up he realized one of his foot dangled from the mattress as morty's own foot was on his chest both boys were positioned in a x form morty's own torso off the bed

unto the floor still passed out. Y/n sat up, the brightness of the window caused him to wince, crust formed near his eye as he rubbed his face to rid of them, while he sat up he felt morty awaken too. Half of his body was on the floor, his eyes woken up to the carpeted floor,

mumbling something only for the carpet to muffle him. "Morning too.." Y/n responded, his voice was deep and raspy, he simply got off and sat beside him, slapping his face softly "cmon get up"

morty groaned. "I still want to sleep." Y/n couldn't dare open his eyes once more. He was tired, but he had to wake up. "Breakfast," he simply said, trying to convince morty "cmon morty breakfast, we'll sleep again," standing up and grabbing unto the wrists of the boy he dragged him out

"let's go eat pancakes"

"Mmmfmfmf"

Laughing at morty's attempt at talking while his face was being dragged on the carpet