#rick sanchez fic

[blackcatgreengrape]

conspiracy theory that rick sanchez does have a small, wispy mustache above his upper lip. it’s just slightly bleached from his side hustle as a cunnilingus connoisseur.

[xenubins-circus]

pls someone give me good rick and morty fics that arent incest its not my cup of tea, i jsut want more rick angst pls god

[lil-kittennn]

Lil story I wrote !!! If anyone wants a part 2 lemme know !!! B^)

[lon3rlife]

Why wasn’t I invited?

Rick Sanchez x Fem!Reader

You and some friends go on a trip, but Rick can’t stand to be away from you (Aka Rick being clingy and soft for once)

You’re in your apartment doing some last minute packing that you have been procrastinating on for days. You go through your closet trying to figure out how you’re going to fit a week of clothes into 1 suitcase and a carry on bag. As you throw some clothes onto your bed that you’ll fold later, you turn to see a green portal appear and your boyfriend walking into the room rambling on about something that you’re to busy to even be paying attention to.

“Woah baby it looks like a fucking tornado went through this place. Why the hell are you packing a suitcase? Where are we going?” He asks taking a quick swig out of his flask

“What do you mean we? I’ve been telling you about this trip for weeks.” You say annoyed that he obviously didn’t listen when you were going on about your excitement for your trip. You and some old friends are going to Europe for a week on a girls trip, you are actually pretty excited to get away for a bit and spend some time catching up with people you haven’t seen in years.

“Wait-where are you going? Why wasn’t I invited? Who’s going to be going? How long are you going for? When do you leave?” He spits out a million questions at once

“Did you seriously not listen to me when I was telling you?” You say aggravated as you attempt to fit more clothes into your already full suitcase

“N-no I didn’t, I was doing something important and I didn’t think you would be going without me.” He continues on but you’re to annoyed to deal with him right now.

“Listen I’m leaving tomorrow morning can you at least drive me to the airport?” You ask in a final attempt to resolve this situation.

“Y-yeah of course. Can I spend the night tonight? I mean I haven’t gone two days without seeing you since we met and I don’t know how I’ll be able to sleep without you.”

As you fall asleep you hear Rick mumble something about not wanting you to leave, but you’re too tired to be able to fully make out what it was.

The alarm goes off at 6am sharp. You try to get up but Ricks arms are firmly wrapped around your waist with his face nuzzled into your hair.

“Rick come on the plane leaves in an hour and a half.” You say secretly enjoying this rare moment of affection.

“Five minutes.” He mumbles

“Two”

“Fine”

You lay down closing your eyes for a minute and turn to face him. You give him a quick kiss and pull yourself off of him, and rush to the bathroom to get ready and make sure you have everything.

After some hustling around the apartment to get everything you need Rick sleepily gets out of bed and you guys drive to the airport. As he’s driving you he’s very quiet. You’re not to surprised at his silence due to his anxiety over you leaving but it still worries you a bit.

“Well I’ve really got to go.” You say giving Rick a gentle kiss goodbye as the final call for your plane is announced.

He wraps you in a very firm but gentle hug, resting his chin on your head.

“Im going to miss you.” He says as you walk off

The trip is great. You catch up with people you haven’t seen in years, you get to visit places you’ve always wanted to, you spend way to much money getting souvenirs for Rick and the Smith family, and get time to relax alone as well.

Being in a relationship with Rick is not easy. You guys are constantly on an adventure or working on something new. It’s pretty nice to not have to worry about yours, your boyfriend, or his grandsons life being threatened for once and you have time just to relax and have a bit of fun.

By day 4 of the trip though, you’re pretty exhausted. The constant sightseeing and social interaction is pretty tough, but you’re still having a great time. You go to bed around 8 to catch up on some well needed rest.

You don’t know what time it was, but it was very late. Your friend who you’re sharing a room with is sound asleep on the pull out couch in the room.

Out of the darkness of the room an all to familiar sound of the glowing green portal appeared out of the pitch black of the room.

“Rick what the hell are you doing here???” You whisper scream trying not to wake your sleeping friend up.

“I haven’t been able to sleep without you. Please can I stay here for the night I’ll be out before anyone wakes up and if your friend wakes up I’ll erase her memory no big deal.” He says way too casually.

“Jesus Rick. Okay just tonight, and you have to be up before she wakes up.” You say still disoriented and tired.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness some more and by the faint glow of the moon you can see the sleep deprivation and stress on Rick’s face even more so than usual. The second he gets into the bed he wraps his arms around you he practically melts into you. You feel his muscles relax and his breathing slow. His arms resting on your lower abdomen and he’s asleep almost instantly. You feel a little sad seeing him curled up on you sleeping so peacefully after obviously not being good mentally for the past few days. After a bit of laying down sinking in this moment you end up drifting off.

You awake abruptly just as the sun is about to rise hoping that your friend didn’t wake up, but you open your eyes to find her still passed out on the couch. You turn to face Rick, who is sound asleep lightly snoring with his long arms still wrapped around you.

“Rick you need to get up.” You say in a loud whisper.

“Mhm.” He grunts sleepily

“Seriously Rick you can’t just crash a girls trip unannounced.”

He pulls you closer and you try to figure out a way to get him out of the bed before your friend wakes up.

“How about we go walk down the street, get some breakfast and watch the sunrise?” You say desperately hoping that will get him up

“Okay.” He says finally opening his eyes

You guys head down to the café to get some breakfast and sit out on a park bench to watch the sunrise.

You check your phone to realize you have completely lost track of time and was supposed to meet your friends in the hotel lobby 15 minutes ago.

“Shit Rick I really need to leave. Please take care of yourself I’ll be home in 3 days, and then we can spend as much time together as you want.” You say rushing to get your stuff together

“Orrr I can just meet you tonight?” Rick asks hopefully, with a face you really can’t resist.

“Okay but you need to leave before sunrise.” You say giving him a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying to meet your friends.

[angelyuji]

Can you write a itty bitty drabble of our old decomposing man being a yandere (rick sanchez) 🙏🦭

hello my friend. sad news, i was gonna write some noncon with this but also its been so long since u sent me this and i feel bad for taking so long

tw // kidnapping, yandere, rick sanchez, physical abuse, implied noncon

yandere rick c-137 sanchez x gn!reader

in every universe, rick can’t make (y/n) stay. in one, they die. in another, they break up. in the next, they never meet. rick C-137 won’t let what happened to them happen to his (y/n).

you couldn’t breathe, sprinting through the woods. something had exploded in the house, bringing the security down for only a few minutes, but you saw your opportunity and took it. when beth wasn’t looking, you booked it out the back door. you heard her yelling for… him and your legs moved faster. you had finally gotten out, climbed over the brick wall surrounding the house, and ran. you can hear rick scream out your name in rage as you get farther away.

you had gotten to the woods by the time you run out of steam. you collapse against a tree, and rain start to tap against the leaves. the cold drops of rain and the wet dirt beneath you helps cool you down as you catch your breath. you think out your next steps, mumbling to yourself. “no cops, mr. nimbus would help rick. no doctor, rick would get an… alert…. shit.” the tracker rick planted in your skin flashes in your head. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you crawl around, looking for a something sharp. the rain gets worse, thunder and lightning booming in the sky. ‘i’ve been here too long.’ you get up to keep moving when you hear a flash.

“all done running, (y/n)?” rick’s voice comes from behind you, amused. your heart stops and you turn to face him. rick laughs in your face with one look at you, “j-jesus christ, baby. all that just to get caught…. again.” he grins.

“fuck you.” you seethe.

rick burps, “so feisty,” he laughs, “let’s play a game. i’ll give you a 30 second head start and to help you even more, i won’t look at your tracker or use anything to find you, just p-plain old rick. i’ll give you t-ten minutes to keep away and when i catch you in less than 10, i’m going to make sure you never even think of leaving my side.”

“what if i win?” you stare rick down.

he laughs, “you won’t.” he steps closer to you, “you should start running.”

you take off away from him, going deeper into the woods. you can hear rick’s maniacal laughter echo behind you as you run. you couldn’t breathe, panic setting in. you take as many confusing turns as possible, trying to throw off rick as long as possible. the sun had set and the rain stopped. you slow to a stop, hearing silence. you lean against a tree and message your burning legs.

“did i win?” you say, relief settle into your bones and you close your eyes.

“no, baby, y-you didn’t.” rick’s hand wraps around your throat and slams your back into the tree. you choke and your vision blurs as rick’s manic grin comes into view. “s-sweet, stupid (y/n),” he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. the tears start to fall quicker as pain rockets through your body. he leans in, leaving a trail of wet kisses up your neck before whispering into your ear, “it’s time for my reward.”

[conanssummerchild]

ive dipped my toes into a little bit of unserious fic writing for rnm and i felt it was about time i dropped an autistic rick fic 🫡

ive had this idea circling around in my head for a while but i wasn't really sure what direction the fic would go in but ive decided to go for some good old internalised ableism (me writing angst? shocking /sarc) bcs rick never seems to see his autism as a disadvantage which is super slay BUT there is also a lot of difficult things to deal with being autistic and you know that old fucker hates admitting he needs help with anything so im gonna fucking force him to >:) this is set in like maybe season 2 or early season 3 btw just to make rick even less inclined to admit he needs any help !!

ok enough yapping, here we gooo

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It was awfully quiet in the house for a Saturday afternoon. Usually by now Rick would've come barging into the living room, demanding Morty come with him and tugging him through a portal without waiting for an affirmative answer, always at least a little drunk on whatever he could get his hands on.

Today there was none of that, only fragrant smells of whatever dinner Jerry was cooking coming from the kitchen, juxtaposed with the harsh screaming match going on between him and Beth. Summer was scrolling on her phone absently next to Morty on the sofa as he pretended to watch some film that Jerry insisted was a masterpiece on non-interdimensional TV.

Overall, it was a normal night at the Smith's house from before Rick had come into their lives, but Morty wasn't relaxed like he would've been before, or even upset over having to listen to his parents' petty argument. No, he was ansty, fidgeting around enough to earn several annoyed glances from Summer.

He combed back through his memories, doubting whether he'd seen Rick today at all. He hadn't been at lunch or breakfast, in fact Morty hadn't seen him at all since their brief adventure yesterday, during which Rick had been in an increasingly foul mood. Had no one else even noticed his disappearance?

"I'm gonna check on Rick." He blurted out, stumbling off the sofa.

Summer didn't even spare him a glance.

He tried not to run down the hallway, nervous jitters going through his whole body. What if he had left again? No, probably not, Morty had seen his ship in the driveway. Shit– Rick had thousands of enemies, what if he was lying dead in his room right now?

Morty knocked on Rick's door so hard his knuckles stung a little, ignoring the small buzzing sound that accompanied the knocks. He heard a groan akin to one of a dying man and some shuffling from inside the room.

"Rick?" Morty called out to no answer, anxiety only rising.

He shifted nervously from foot to foot. If he just barged into Rick's room and he was fine Rick would be super pissed, but if he didn't and Rick was dying Morty would never forgive himself.

He shoved the door open. It didn't have a lock anymore. Morty held his breath as his eyes darted around the room, he feared it would look like a crime scene, but it looked... normal. He hadn't been in Rick's room that many times but, despite the darkness and slight mess, nothing seemed particularly out of place.

Well, that was, of course, apart from the translucent green force field type thing in front of the door.

He frowned, calling Rick's name again, but he was lying in his cot, facing the wall, unresponsive. Not even seeming like he'd heard Morty, the rise and fall of his tense shoulders the only thing showing he was still alive.

Morty chanced a careful touch to the force field, preparing for some kind of electric shock, but none came, only a quiet hum was emmited as Morty's fingers passed through. Rick moved again slightly, but other than that showed no visible reaction.

The field gave way easily and Morty passed though completely, standing meekly at the doorway of Rick's room. He was surprised to find that it was silent, like completely. No sound passed through the green barrier, not the sounds of sizzling pans, or the movie playing faintly in the background. Nothing.

"Rick? A-are you okay?" It wasn't said particularly loudly, but it felt that way in the complete silence.

No answer. He took a step closer, repeating himself louder, in case Rick just hadn't heard. "Rick? W-what's– is everything good?"

He expected anything, from Rick yelling at him to the person in the bed just being an alien wearing Rick's face, not even Rick himself.

He didn't expect Rick to cover his ears and curl into himself further.

"Uh-" Morty hesitated. His head hurt? Was he, like, hungover? Dying?

He only paused for a second more before turning and running out of the room, if something really was greviously wrong with Rick he would much rather be safe than sorry.

"Mom!" He called, running into the kitchen, interrupting the argument going on abruptly.

Beth downed a large sip of her wine glass, emptying it and setting it down on the counter with a sharp clink.

"Morty, honey, the adults are talking right now." She said, rubbing her temples tiredly.

"Mom, something's w-w-wrong with Rick."

"What?" That got Beth's attention, straightening from where she was topping off her wine once more. "What's wrong with Rick?"

"I don't know." Morty replied, agitated. "He's in his room just– just lying there, he's not answering me."

Beth was already heading in the direction of his room—not without grabbing her wine. "Come on, sweetie." She said to Morty.

"Wha- Beth, come on! We were having a conversation here!" Jerry exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I have more important things to deal with right now, Jerry." She said coldly.

Jerry's complaints were drowned out by Morty's rushing thoughts as he led Beth down the hall.

She peeked into the dark room without passing the noise-cancelling field, expression changing when she saw Rick curled into a ball, hands still clamped over his ears. While her frown stayed, a sort of realisation flashed in her eyes.

"Um, I think your grandpa just needs a little bit of alone time right now, okay? Let's give him some space." She said, taking a step back and closing the door gently.

"What? Why?"

"He just... Well, honestly, I don't know. I just vaguely remember he would get like this sometimes when I was a kid, when he was stressed. Mom always told me to just leave him alone for a while. I thought he'd probably grown out of it, like it was a midlife crisis thing or whatever. Guess not." She gave a small shrug.

That didn't really answer any of Morty's questions and raised several more, but Beth didn't seem to have the answers.

"Okay."

"Okay." Beth echoed, taking a swig of wine, her demeanour changing back to a bored one. "Well, I gotta go deal with Jerry now, go play video games, or something."

For the rest of that day, and then one more after that, Morty waited anxiously for Rick to emerge from his room. He felt like he was losing his mind, all while everyone else didn't even seem to care that Rick was gone at all.

He was picking at his pancakes uninterestedly when he finally caught a glimpse of blue hair in the hallway.

"Rick!" He exclaimed, making the old man nearly jump out of his skin.

"Jesus fucking christ, M-Morty." He muttered, grabbing some orange juice from the fridge and downing it straight from the carton.

"What happened?" Morty asked, getting up from the table and hovering by Rick. No one told him off for leaving the table. He could tell that they were all listening in on the conversation.

"What happened when?" Rick asked dismissively, playing dumb. He rummaged around in the overhead cupboard until he found an opened box of wafers. "What– who the fuck opened my wafers?"

Morty rolled his eyes. "You did, last week."

"Oh yeah." Rick shoved a wafer in his mouth.

"Rick, come on, seriously, I was worried."

"Well then maybe you should mind your own business, Morty."

Morty huffed. "What so you'd prefer I didn't care about you at all?"

"Yes. Obviously. Why does that surprise you? I've clearly stated it on multiple occasions."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I do care about you, Rick. I just want to make sure you're okay, because it seemed like you weren't" Morty said earnestly.

"Ugh, I'm fine, Morty." He scowled. "Don't be so– so weird about it."

"I'm weird?! Y-you're the weird one, Rick! Wh-what the hell is wrong with you? You just dissapear for– for two days and won't even tell me why? Can you give half a shit about anyone but yourself?"

"Jesus, I was overstimulated! O-okay? I'm autistic! Is that what you want to hear? You– you fucking dick."

Morty shook his head lightly, processing the stream of information "...What?"

"What? You can't be autistic." Jerry chimed in from the dining room.

"Okay, Jerry, and you won't be alive when I stuff your tiny dick in your mouth and freeze you, so we can put you on the mantle like some kind of fucked up decoration with your balls hanging out. Wait, actually, you will be alive. You'll feel the whole thing. Suuuper painful."

Rick snatched up Morty's virtually untouched stack of pancakes and sauntered out.

A quiet washed over the table, Morty looking over at Beth and seeing that she seemed just as surprised as him.

"What, you guys seriously didn't know?" Summer's bored voice broke through the silence.

"Y- you did?" Morty asked incredulously.

"Uh, duhh, Morty. It's like super obvious?" Summer drawled, not even looking up from whoever she was texting on her phone.

"How is it obvious?!"

"Becuase, Morty, I'm not uneducated like all of you guys."

"What? Wh-whatever, I'm just– I'm gonna go talk to him."

Summer didn't grace him with a response.

Morty peered into Rick's room but he wasn't there, so he wandered towards the garage. As he approached, he could already hear the sounds of Rick tinkering with something or other.

"H-hey, Rick." He said carefully, but Rick didn't seem particularly upset, offering Morty a small grunt in greeting.

"S-sorry I said there was something wrong with you." Morty added.

Rick looked up this time, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Okay?"

He went back to his project for a bit, but when Morty still didn't leave after several minutes he sighed, setting his wrench down harshly next to Morty's now half-eaten pancakes. "Yes, Morty?" He asked, irritated.

"I-I just... You could've told me, you know? That you're autistic. I'm not– you don't have to be, like... ashamed."

"Screw you, I'm not ashamed." Rick snapped. "L-look at me Morty, do you know how smart I am? You think any fucking neurotypical could ever reach my level of genius? Fuck no!"

He crossed his arms like a petulant child, pouting at the floor.

"Oh– Sorry." Morty stuttered. "I just thought..."

"What? That just because I'm autistic I have to be ashamed? Pretty ableist stuff there, Morty." Rick said sharply.

"No! Jeez, That's not– not what I meant, Rick. Jeez... I was gonna ask why you never t-talk about it, then?"

"Becuase it's none of y-your damn business, that's why."

"But– I mean, sure, but not even my mom knew. Did... did your wife? Did she know?"

Rick's shoulders tensed and he looked away, his loose grip on the table becoming harsher.

"R-rick?"

"She... knew." He said tightly.

"Did anyone else?" Morty made his tone a little gentler, seeing Rick wasn't exactly thrilled to talk about it.

"...Birdperson. And Squanchy."

"That's– no one else?"

Rick frowned. "My parents knew. But they didn't like it... Diane– my wife she was the first person I chose to tell myself."

"I'm sorry." Morty said quietly. "About your parents and... Diane."

Rick sat silently, staring at the work bench in front of him without saying a word.

"Is that... why you guys divorced, or?"

"No, Morty, jesus." Rick huffed. "She was actually the only one that didn't treat me like less than because of it. I mean, until BP and Squanch."

"So why–?"

"I don't want to talk about my failed marriage, M-morty." Rick sighed.

"...Sorry."

Rick shrugged.

Silence stretched on as Rick went back to his project again, it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either.

"It's embarrasing. Sometimes." Rick said haltingly. "When I get overstimulated. Becuase I know that doesn't happen to normal people and I don't like admitting I need help with things that other people don't. It's a sign of weakness."

"That's not–!"

"Shut the fuck up, Morty. This isn't a discussion, you got what you wanted out of me, so now you can fuck off."

"But, Rick you–"

"Morty, just fuck the fuck off."

Morty hesitated for a second, before lunging towards Rick and trapping him in a tight hug. Rick tensed up.

"Morty, you little shit, get off me!" Rick wriggled, trying to get out of Morty's embrace.

"I love you, grandpa. Thank you for opening up to me, I know it's hard for you." Morty whispered, which only made Rick thrash around harder. "I don't think you're weak, by the way. Or that there's anything wrong with you."

Morty finally pulled away from the hug and Rick crossed his arms again, his face now a little flushed in embarrasment.

"Don't do that again, you asshole." He grumbled. "I don't like it when you hug me."

"Sorry." Morty said, mostly meaning it. "Hugs always make me feel a lot better."

"Well I'm not you, Morty, and they m-m-make me uncomfortable."

"Sorry." He repeated. "But I-I still mean everything I said."

Rick pouted, turning away. Morty knew Rick was stubborn, and that he wasn't going to erase years of self-hatred and internalised ableism in a few minutes, but he hoped that one day Rick let him in enough to at least try.

"Okay, bye grandpa. Love you."

"Bye, asshole." Rick muttered back.

Love you too he thought, but didn't say.

+ extra

Rick had been in a shitty mood all day, and Morty could tell something was brewing under the surface, but he couldn't tell what until they were already on their way back home from grabbing some crystals from some drug planet Rick stole from all the time.

Usually Rick would be in high spirits after another succesful crystal-stealing mission, but today he just glared through the windshield, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Morty could tell that, despite his intense stare, he wasn't really paying too much attention, so it wasn't a huge shock when an large asteroid chunk flew into their field of vision and Rick didn't even try to swerve.

They crashed into the asteroid hard and an alarm started blaring, red rays flashing in the interior of the spaceship. Rick's hands flew over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Morty had seen this alarm go off several times, due to Rick's often reckless driving, and it usually didn't bother Rick very much at all, not warranting more than a curse and flipping the alarm off annoyedly.

Rick bit down on his knee hard as Morty hurried to shut down the alarm, Rick's hands moving into his hair and tugging when it was finally switched off.

Rick had a tendancy to hurt himself when he was overstimulated and it made Morty endlessly anxious. He searched desperately in the backseat for the noise cancelling headphones he'd given Rick and "forced him to wear" as Rick would say, but Morty could tell he appreciated it. Especially when he snatched them out of Morty's hands before he'd barely even handed them to him, shoving them onto his head agressively and clicking the button he'd added himself for improved noise cancellation, claiming the headphones were trash and that he'd had to modify them to make them at all a useful tool.

He slumped back in his chair with a sigh, his eyes were still shut but Morty could see the tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

"Do you want me to drive us back?" Morty asked, barely finishing the sentance before Rick was hitting the button that switched their chairs around so Morty would be in front of the wheel. Morty let out a small exclamation of surprise, but quickly took the wheel, putting the ship back on track.

Rick didn't say anything else for the short journey home, jumping out of the ship before it was even parked properly. Morty hurried to keep up with him as he unlocked the door. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the entryway and Morty almost crashed into him, managing to stop himself just in time.

"Thank you." Rick said gruffly, not giving Morty time to respond and just rushing off to his room.

Morty still smiled, though. He knew that was about as close as it got to his grandpa expressing affection.

"Love you too, Rick."

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THE END IM CHEESEY OK I KNOW SORRY BYE

[lara60]

Ever since I saw theories going around about how Prime uploaded a part of himself/his consciousness into Rick's mind when their cybernetics connected I can't stop thinking about it. If anything it's such a good concept for an angsty AU. Prime appears like a ghost to Rick, nobody else can see him nor hear him talk. Rick doesn't know how to get rid of him, he tried digging in his own head, swapping out parts of his cybernetic enhancements, but he can't figure out just HOW Prime did this and it's driving him insane. He tries to ignore him, for his own sanity, but it's impossible.

He sees Prime standing by the window as the family is having dinner. He sees him sitting on the counter of the garage, whistling to himself as Rick tries to busy his mind by tinkering with some new invention. He sees Prime lounging in the back of the ship as he takes Morty on another adventure. As much as he tries to pretend that he's not there, it's all he can think of. Prime is chatty, of course. He wants to strike conversation with Rick all the time, he offers his (very unwanted) opinions on everything Rick is doing, mocks him when things don't go right during his adventures. The family (Morty most of all) would gradually notice that something is wrong with Rick - he keeps staring at empty points in space, glaring and muttering to himself. Sometimes he flinches or jumps at seemingly nothing, and his mood is getting worse by the day.

I'm just so curious about how Rick's and Prime's interactions would go in a scenario like this - they can't hurt each other, they just have to coexist now.

[dark-tides-interdimensional]

Rick Master List

Intergalactic Asshole (5/5)

Rick stoops to new lows to get what he wants.… Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

Memory Lane (2/2)

You lose your memories and Rick comes up with an... ingenious way to try and get them back…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

The Butterfly Effect (4/5)

Your much needed alone time is gatecrashed by a post-adventure needy Rick…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

Grick’s Anatomy (2/?)

You're a nurse covering a shift and unfortunately for you, Rick is your last patient…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

A Gambling Man (3/3)

You and Rick make a bet…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

If You Let Me (one shot)

Birdperson finds Rick after a three day bender…. Rick Sanchez x BirdPerson! 18+

Down Where It’s Wetter (1/?)

Against Rick’s instruction you take a dip in the ocean. Chaos ensues…. Rick Sanchez x Mr Nimbus x YOU! 18+

Integrity (one shot)

A sad story about Rick and his bird…. Rick Sanchez x BirdPerson! 18+

Dimension Hoppers (one shot)

You wake up in the night needing a glass of water and stumble upon Ricks new side hustle…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

Fanart

Rick Prime Comic

Loneliest Man in the Universe

Yesterdays

Bad Santachez

[ashustrashu]

Latex rick (placeholder name LOL)

Rick B-376 and morty G-528 designs.

These two have a somewhat coworker relationship but rick shows he care A LITTLE .

Also both this rick and morty moved into summer G-532 house after her rick and morty got killed during the collapse of the citadel .

[dontfuckingestablishcanonicalbac]

me + my wretched girlfriend who eats 27 joints a day and lovebombs my grandson till he leave me

(X-216 is from @thesoftboiledegg 's fics here)

[sadiecoocoo]

Someone please tell me that I’m not the only one who thinks that Rick would try to teach Morty how to play guitar or something and then Morty would join a band at some point but then end up being the drummer or back-up guitarist

[depriviolent]

whoops! ive dropped my 13k of gotron yaoi threeway rickcest all over the floor! ( heed the tags n notes on this theyre hashtag not that srs but i know some of this stuff is REALLY hit or miss for ppl )

clink clink [this is the l1nk]

[rick-morty-100-years]

so, about rick sanchez…………………

🥵😩🫠

[thatfinewine]

They took a trip to the beach and, despite Rick's warnings, Prime fucked with the crab. SNIP SNIP!! 🦀✨ from a fic I'm (slowly, so so so slowly) writing, and I never posted this even though I drew it like, last April

[lon3rlife]

“Cigarettes out the window”

Rick Sanchez x Reader

It was very cold for an October night, and you had neglected to bring a jacket, but oddly you don’t care. You’re laying on your back on the roof of the Smiths house looking up at the night sky, just thinking about anything that comes to mind. Whenever you seem to feel melancholic you seem to find yourself up here late at night, trying to quietly wriggle out of Rick’s sleeping hold on you to go out and get some time to think alone. As you take intermittent drags of your cigarette, a habit which you have been trying to break, and even though you hate yourself for picking it up, you feel oddly at ease in the moment. You take it to your lips, the slight warmth easing your numb hands briefly from the cold, and you inhale slowly.

“It’s freezing out here- are you cold? What are you doing up at this time?” Rick interrupts your train of thought, suddenly climbing up the ladder and taking the spot next to you.

His sudden appearance made you jump, and choke on the smoke.

“What are you doing up here?” You ask composing yourself.

“The question is what are you doing up here, and without a jacket-here….” Rick says shrugging off his lab coat and handing it to you. You put it on, and instantly you are warmed by the heat that radiates off his body, and you lay back down and look up at the stars.

Rick reaches over and gently grabs the cigarette from your hand and takes a long slow drag and looks up at the sky with you saying nothing.

He hands the cigarette back to you and you stub it out, just waiting to see if he’ll talk.

“So why are you out here?” Rick says, breaking the silence. He turns to his side, and you copy his movement to face him.

“I don’t know. I just felt like it. I like to come up here at look at the sky and think. and sometimes the cold air feels nice.” You say looking at his face that is illuminated by the moonlight.

“You know you don’t have to just look at the sky. I can take you there, anywhere actually. It’s much nicer being up there in the quiet solitude of space instead of being down here pondering at the stars.” He says glancing back up at the sky.

“I’d like that.” You say softly.

He sits up and you give him back his coat. He takes your hand in his and leads you down the roof. “Wait we’re going now.?” You ask.

“Yeah. Now.” He smiles and throws you your own jacket.

[hazelnut-u-out]

Helloooo 👋

I bet you didn’t expect me to actually get around to posting a fic request, did ya? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Ye of little faith!

Anyway, sorry these have taken so long. I have the other four I’m prioritizing drafted up, but considering my health decline and full-time job, it’s not been easy to find the time to finish them. I’m doing this because I love writing them, so it was really rewarding for me to finish something up today— even if it’s just short and sweet!

Enjoy! I’ll post this on Ao3 as well and update this with a link when I get around to it. Sorry I can’t tag you, anon. 🤷

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Rick clenched his jaw, stretching out further on his cot.

He’d been lying in the dark for what must’ve been hours now, nearly comatose. When he felt himself slowly slipping closer towards sobriety, he would unfurl his cold, ghostly fist and fish for the bottle of vodka resting on a pile of dirty laundry to his right.

This time, he noticed that the sliver of light leaking in through the crack in his door lit up the alcohol to give it the illusion of a gently glowing halo. Rick moved his digits closer to the neck of the bottle, soaking in the warmth as the soft projection lovingly traced his fingers with its proximity.

The sun must’ve gone down at some point. Rick could smell the scent of spice that hung heavy in the air while the typical humdrum of Tuesday evenings droned its way up the stairwell to his nearly-numb ears.

He closed his eyes, pressing his left thumb and index finger into the lids. He abandoned the bottle.

Rick knew things were getting bad when he couldn’t even find the energy to lift alcohol to his lips.

He was empty. He could feel everything dissipating inside of him, forming a vacuum beneath his ribs.

Morty laughed from somewhere downstairs and Rick heard the distinctive murmur of Beth’s cheery voice follow.

He was so close to life that he could taste it, the essence of of steak and potatoes soaking into his dry tongue.

So close, just to feel so far away.

Rick wrapped his mechanical arms around himself, squeezing tightly– holding himself together. His nose was cold, and he felt like he would either fall apart or plummet into the deepening pit in the center of his chest if he moved too much.

He didn’t know if he really missed people or simply mourned the idea of having people around him.

In concept, it was great. He wouldn’t be lonely; He’d have a hug or two when he needed it; His grandson could catch a marathon with him on interdimensional cable so he wouldn’t drown in his own thoughts.

On the other hand… Did he even want people around him? Did he even like other people? Did they even like him? Was he really worth that sort of thing, or was he just a burden that burnt bridges the moment they were built?

He heard meek footsteps approaching his room, not acknowledging Morty’s silhouette as he gently pushed open the door with a soft creak.

“Rick?” Morty said, his tone downy and careful.

“Hmm?” Rick grunted, turning his head and squinting until one eye was closed to block out the offensive light from the corridor.

“Mom said to tell you dinner’s ready,” the boy whispered, twirling his fingers nervously.

“I’ll eat later,” Rick replied with a huff, turning over. The coils of the cot groaned beneath him.

“I– uh… I convinced Dad to go get some ice cream for us! I thought we could have dessert and watch Summer and Mom play video games after?” Morty said a bit too-quickly. Rick was familiar enough to recognize the worried tone in his voice. His grandson was probably leaning forward expectantly, hoping Rick would oblige. “Space Mom, I–I mean, haha… Space Mom brought home some new console she got for her ship. They’re gonna test it out– see if it’s worth it, sort of thing. I thought maybe we could heckle for–for a turn!”

Rick laid in silence, Morty’s words lingering in the air for an uncomfortably long moment. The elder winced. He couldn’t exactly tell the kid ‘no’ without worrying him more.

“Pshhh…” Rick let out as he gave in, stretching his arms above his head before yawning. “Yeah, sounds fun, buddy.”

Rick sat up too fast, rubbing his eyes as he felt a bit unsteady.

Oh, yeah. He was still drunk.

“Thanks,” Morty said, smiling a bit more naturally as his shoulders fell forward with relief. “I-I’ll, uh…” Morty stuck a thumb out and gestured towards the stairs. “I’ll just go set the table, then?”

“Yeah,” Rick said, burping a little. He shot Morty a subtle embarrassed look and brought his hand up to cover his mouth.

“Cool,” Morty said, turning and walking away awkwardly. Suddenly, he paused, poking his head back in the doorway. “You sure you’re okay, pal?” The boy’s brow furrowed in concern.

Rick gave a half-hearted smile, shrugging off the way the younger’s question stung.

He blinked a few times. Rick hated when he wasn’t going to cry but someone had to go ask that stupid question. It always burned his eyes, something miniscule inside of him crumbling.

“Yeah– Yeah, I’m good,” Rick chirped.

Morty’s expression relaxed. “I love you, Rick. You’re a pretty cool best friend.”

Rick cleared his throat, pulling his shoulders up and giving Morty an awkward thumbs-up. “Thanks, dude.”

Morty smiled softly and finally turned away. Rick listened as his footsteps grew quieter before sinking his face into his hands and gasping for air.

God, how could he do this to him?

Not only did he have to pretend to be sober, he had to pretend he could feel. He thought of how to smile convincingly when Morty effectively bartered a turn on the game or handed him his bowl of vanilla ice cream.

Rick sighed.

“I know you’re not real, but…” Rick clasped his hands together and looked up. “I mean, if… Whatever’s out there other than me– than him…” He paused, his mouth going dry. “Eh… Nevermind. Fuck you.”

Rick waved a hand dismissively, standing on unsteady legs and heading for the hallway.

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