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bouncybongfairy · 5 months

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Halloween Night Part 2

Evil Morty x Bimbo Reader

Summary: Halloween was over and you plan on spending ThanksGiving break at Morty's house. This is when you notice that Morty's aggression is at an all time high and you're not sure what to do about it. You choose to ignore this but end up finding out about his troubling past and future plans.

(This fanfic contains smut) (This Fanfic contains spoilers for Rick and Morty season 7) (Both characters are aged up to 18, you both are seniors in highschool in this story.)

Word Count: 4.5k+

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Halloween had come and gone, and fall was really starting to set in. Most of the leaves had fallen from their branches and every morning felt like the dead of winter. Like there weren’t enough blankets in the house to keep you warm at night. You and Morty were still doing well, but there was something different about Morty that you couldn’t put your finger on. Morty seemed to be on edge more, lashing out about random things. Never at you or anything but for example, you’d be in his room and he’d die in his game and just go ballistic. Or come to your window at night fuming from a fight he’s gotten into with his dad. You’d even asked him once if there was anything bothering him but he brushed it off. At that point, you chalked it up to the stress of being a senior, SATs, college applications, prom, etc. Luckily, thanksgiving break is right around the corner and you were staying at Morty's house. Your mom had an out-of-state business trip that she couldn’t get off and your dad was celebrating with his new fuckass family. You were super excited, missing your mom was gonna suck but you loved Morty and were really looking forward to spending so much time with him.

When you told your friend group about the whole ordeal, they freaked out. Asking if you were prepared and they didn’t only mean packed but also physically. You wanted everything to be perfect while you were staying with the Smith’s. A couple of your girlfriends spent the day with you while you ran around doing errands. Getting your nails done, waxed, and picking up toiletries. You were quite lucky because your mom was feeling guilty about not being there for the holidays. This made her quite… generous if that makes sense. After getting home and packing all your bags, you began getting nervous. Triple-checking to make sure you didn’t miss anything. You zipped your bag up and brought it downstairs, sitting on the couch and waiting for Morty.

It seemed like an eternity until you finally got the text that he was outside. You grabbed your stuff and made your way outside, he was sitting in the car. A blunt hanging out of his mouth, all the windows were rolled down. He got out of the car and grabbed your bag, setting it in the back seat. He gave you a kiss on the back of your hand before driving back to his house.

Once you arrived, you went straight to his room. Even when you were just spending a couple of hours at his house, you never strayed from his room. It didn’t bother you necessarily, more of an observation. You were currently lying down together on his bed, talking about the plans you have for the week.

“How does your family normally celebrate Thanksgiving?” you asked.

“My dad makes everything and we just kinda sit around the table and eat, nothing extravagant,” he said.

“I can help your dad, I make really good mashed potatoes,” you giggled, Morty chuckled and held the blunt in front of your lips. Allowing you to take a hit without readjusting your position.

The first night was really nice, just cuddling while watching TV. It was dark and the soft glow of the television illuminated both your faces. It was momentary bliss, just how you imagined tonight to go. Because Morty was so… cold at times it made the moments where he was sweet and caring that much more special. When he would kiss your forehead or pull you closer as you cuddled. Especially when he would look down and smile at you, he rarely smiled and every time he did it made you melt. There was something that was off, lately when it came to intimacy, he was quite rough; more so than usual. At first, it was little things, like pulling your hair a little harder or squeezing her throat a little tighter than normal. You didn’t necessarily do a bad thing, it was just different. You know when you can’t quite decide if you like a certain food or not? That’s how it felt, kinda, not exactly. The first night you spent the night was the first time you’d done anything intimate during your stay. It was like he just went feral, and ended up biting your shoulder so hard it broke skin. You screamed so loud you were embarrassed that everyone in the house could hear you. Even though it did hurt and scare you, it was like an internal conflict whether you liked it or not. It felt primal and you liked that but you were more worried about mental health.

The next morning, you woke up first and started picking up the room a little. Differentiating the dirty yellow shirts from the clean ones. Once you were done, crawled back in bed, waking Morty up by kissing his forehead and rubbing his back until he started stirring awake. You guys lay there for a while, embracing each other underneath the covers. The first thing he did was sit up and start rolling, he did this every morning. You lay with your head in his lap, fighting the urge not to fall asleep. He asked you if there was anything specific you wanted to do today. There wasn’t, you just wanted to be with him.

“You want to go to the mall?” he asked, setting the rolling tray on his bedside table.

“Only if we can go to Auntie Anne’s,” you said, sitting up and kissing him on the cheek.

“Let’s shower,” he said, getting up to grab clothes.

It wasn’t anything erotic or even sexual, you both were genuinely washing your hair and body. After both of you finished washing up you just embraced each other in the hot water. Running your hands up and down his back, his cheek was resting on top of your head. It was moments like this that made you think his being more aggressive was just because of stress. The water began to run cold and both of you made your way back to his room. He sat down on his bed, not even bothering to change out of the towel that was wrapped around his waist. You set up your towel in front of the closet door mirror and started doing your make-up. Watching him in the mirror, as he ghost inhaled a thick yellow cloud of smoke. You admired his side profile and the hint of muscle tone in his arm when he ashed the blunt. It didn’t take you long to finish getting ready. You tried to be as speedy as possible, you were looking forward to a frozen strawberry lemonade. He surprised you when you turned around and he was wearing a black shirt, on the right side there was a gold M symbol but the middle was elongated. You complimented him on his change of pace which made him smile. Every time he did you felt like you were winning an unspoken game. The ride to the mall was so nice, it was cold outside so he cranked the heater on. Using one hand to steer and the other to hold hands.

It ended up being a really nice trip, the mall was already completely decorated to celebrate the Christmas season. You both walked hand in hand around the mall. It surprised you when he pulled out an extremely thick wad of cash from his pocket. You knew he sold weed and k-lax crystals but the wad was mostly 100 bills. It just seemed like a suspicious amount of money but at the same time you weren’t complaining. A little concerned but not to the point of bringing it up. However you were getting kind of nervous about how much stuff he was buying you, it was like he was encouraging, no, almost daring you push the limit. Spending hundreds of dollars on whatever you pointed to. You were looking for a dress to wear on Thanksgiving night. You ended up finding a thick black and gray striped mini dress. It was long sleeved and went well past your hands, the material was really soft feeling cotton. When you tried it on in the dressrooming, immediately you ruled it out as an option because of how short it was. Morty however objected, he was sitting on a cushioned bench. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his hands were interlocked and he was leaning forward. You were looking at his facial expression, he wasn’t looking at you with just lust, it was more like he was going to attack.

“I think you look fucking amazing. Holy shit are gonna fucking get it?” he asked which made your face flush a deep red.

Of course you ended up buying it, I mean how could you not after seeing his reaction. After you guys spent all day at the mall, it was time to head out. Immediately, you noticed the vibe was completely different. Morty was driving really fast, this was not necessarily out of the ordinary but he was weaving in and out of traffic. Bulls in The Bronx playing so loudly, the lyrics were becoming drowned out by sound. You started nervously squirming in your seat, looking over at him, he only had one hand on the steering wheel. When he pulled off the freeway exit, instead of slowing down he sped up and nearly drifted through the next right turn they made. The tires screeched and the smell of burning rubber came into the car. It was dark and kind of late so there weren't many cars on the road but it still scared the shit out of you.

And I don’t wanna wait for the down-set date

Gripping on to the seat of the car so tightly it pulled painfully at your acrylic nails. Suddenly, he pulls out onto a dirt road that's near the house. The way he was so calm and nonchalant about how reckless he was being was turning you on. You opened the glove box and pulled out the blunt he’s rolled and stashed. At first you struggled lighting it because of all the wind coming in from the windows but you eventually got it going. He was doing donuts and even then, his face never changed. Never showing any signs of fear or panic, it made you feel safer than you probably were. He took the blunt from you, taking a few puffs before turning his full attention back to the wheel.

Cause’ I would rather end it all tonight

He was now going up a steep incline, you grabbed onto his shirt and were saying his name but the music was so loud that even if you were to scream it wouldn't make a difference. You looked over at him and he looked so nonchalant, blunt hanging off his lips. One hand was still gripping your thigh, you tried moving it so he could have both on the steering wheel but he just held on tighter. He then started reversing which scared the ever loving shit out of you. Out of instinct, you pull your knees to your chest. Because his hand was resting on your thigh it was now pressed against your chest. He handed the blunt back to you and smirked at your reaction. Pulling a three point turn so fast, you truly thought you were going to crash. He joked saying he was offended that you didn’t trust him and kissed your cheek once you were on a more stable part of the incline. Maybe it was because you were stoned but you couldn’t have found him more attractive than this moment.

And if I mean anything to you, I’m sorry but I’ve made up my mind.

After about 20 more minutes of this, they finally made their way back to Morty’s house. The sun was setting and you were feeling euphoric, like everything in life was momentarily perfect. Neither his mom or dad were home and you hadn’t seen Rick around in weeks. Summer had moved out to attend college, meaning they had the entire house to themselves. You had Morty by the hand and started tugging him upstairs. Not even bothering to close the bedroom door, you start pulling your clothes off. You got on your knees and started undoing his belt, he took the portal gun out of the waistband of his jeans and helped you kick them off. He was stroking your cheek with his thumb as you rub your bottom lip against his tip. He smirked slightly and moved his other hand to rest on top of your head. You take him into your mouth; he tangles his fingers through your hair and shoves your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You dug your fingernails into his thigh and shot him a death glare. He looks down at you and chuckles at your reaction. The stereo was blasting music and even though a lot of girls weren’t willing to admit it: you liked giving head. You liked watching his face scrunch up in pleasure, or when he would lose control of hands, in such pleasure that he was unaware of what the rest of his body was doing. Or when he let his head hang down, mouthing open as he climaxed.

He pulled away and practically threw you on the bed. He had that same look in his eye from in the dressing room; feral and wild. His cheeks were flushed red and he was sweating. He crawled on top of you, planting his elbows by your ears and started making out with you again. You could feel his member pressed against your lower stomach, you bit his bottom lip, causing his dick to twitch. He pulled his hips back and lined himself up to enter you. He slowly slid into you, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. Both your bodies were radiating so much heat and the energy was intoxicating. As he started to rock his hips back and forth he was making direct eye contact with you. He was biting his lip and your mouth hung open. The stereo was so loud you could barely hear yourself moaning, he was getting rougher and rougher. Thrusting in and out of you to the beat of If You Can’t Hang by SWS.

You weren’t sure if you'd both been at it. You were as exhausted as you were, you couldn’t get enough. Both of your faces were beet red, sweat was dripping down his face. His thrusts were frantic and he was holding your wrists so tightly they were sure to be bruised. You were bucking your hips up, letting your head fall onto the mattress and your eyes roll back. Your chest was riddled with bite marks and hickeys, both of you were getting close to your limits. Him announcing with his eyebrows furrowed and wild eyes how he was going to cum was enough to send you over the edge. You could feel yourself spasming around his member.

“Oh my God, Morty what the fuck!” Jerry yelled, backing away from the doorway. You screamed and tried to free yourself from the grip he had on your wrist but if anything he held on tighter.

“Fuck off Jerry, I’m busy,” Morty barked, you froze for a second. Not sure if you were comfortable with what was happening.

At the same time you were completely at the disposal of the orgasm that raked through your body. Partly out of pleasure and anger you rake your nails down his slender back. Watching as his face scrunched up in pain from the scratches, using your hair to pull your head to the side exposing your neck. He slams his head and mouth against your neck biting harder than ever before. You screamed and again scraped your nails against his back as he rutted through the rest of his orgasm. Once he finished he collapsed on top of you, his heart rate was so strong and fast it felt like it was vibrating your chest. He had his arms wrapped gingerly around your head, his head resting on your shoulder and part of your chest. You could tell he was physically drained because he bared his full weight onto you. Comfortingly, you start rubbing his back, feeling bad about the scratches.

“Are you okay?” you asked nervously.

“Yeah, I hate him and I don’t care if he knows anymore. I want him to,” he grumbled.

“But are you like… okay,” you asked again, he moved his head to look at you. Giving you a deep kiss, as if that was going to answer the question. He then playfully rocked into you one more time and laughed at your reaction to the sudden moment. You slapped him arm and you both giggled with each other until falling asleep.

When you woke Morty up, was sitting at his desk working on an unknown project. He was hunched over, leg bouncing every once and a while. You felt guilty when you saw how bad the scratches on his back were but then you remember the chunk he nearly took out of your neck. Sitting up, you wrap the comforter around your naked body. He heard the shuffling on the bed and got up to greet you. Laying on the bed and pulling you into a hug, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“Sleep okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, did you talk to your dad?” you asked, worried about how upsetting the whole scene must have been for Jerry.

“No, he left,” Morty said.

“Like forever?” you asked?

“Probably not,” he replied flatly.

“I think you have like, blue and red something smudged on your eye,” you said, reaching up to investigate but your body got caught in a stretch. While you weren’t looking, Morty tucked the colored wires back in eye before you went to look again. Reaching back up to wipe it off but when you looked it was gone.

“Oh, guess I saw wrong,” you said, not thinking anything of it.

The rest of the night was a little awkward, the fact that Morty was so unphased by fighting with his dad was throwing you off a bit. It wasn’t like he would ever get sad or insecure about a fight between the two of them. But normally he got more angry and frustrated, but now it was like it didn’t care in the slightest. The house was now completely empty and it was eriley noticeable. As nice as it was to have alone time, you couldn’t help but connect’s Morty’s sudden behavior change in the new absence. You both were in the kitchen now, finding something to eat. Morty couldn’t cook to save his life, personally you knew he was smart enough to, he just is stubborn. You were making pasta out of the little amount of food found in the house. Luckily there was noodles, pasta sauce and half a bag of frozen meatballs in the freezer. Morty was hugging you from behind, as you cooked you thought about earlier and how aggressive he was being and now he was huddling to you like a child who just got lost in the grocery store. After putting the lid back on the pan you walked over fridge and start looking for something drink. He followed you, keeping his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said, kissing you on the back of the head and parted ways with you.

After going back to the fridge trying to find something to drink even though you knew nothing was in there. You let out a frustrated sigh and went into the garage, you had a fridge in your garage so you assumed he would. Even if there wasn’t, it still didn’t hurt to check. When you walked in, it took you a couple moments to understand what you were seeing. Rick’s body, all emaciated and purple toned, was strapped to the wall, hooked up to a bunch of wires. Blood everywhere on the floor, you could barely see the original color anymore. Blueprints everywhere, along with a whiteboard full of pictures that were connected by strings. The spaceship was coated in a thick layer of blood. The room smelt of copper filled, so strong you could almost feel yourself choking on it. You lift your foot and see that the bottom is completely coated in thick, cold blood. Immediately you scream and go to run out and see Morty standing in the doorway. He takes a step towards you, being in shock, you take a step back.

“What the fuck,” you said quietly, almost like you were mumbling

“Come here,” he said.

“No Morty, seriously like, what the fuck,” you said again but this time with your voice cracking and tears streaming down your face.

“It’s not what you think,” he said, taking a couple more steps towards you.

“Wha- Morty this isn’t something- you can’t just talk your way out of this or pretend it didn’t happen!” your back was now pressed up against the work space. Morty was coming closer but not in an intimidating way.

“It’s complicated,” he explained.

“No,” you said.

“Y/N, it really is complicated,” he said.

He took you back inside, walking you over to the bathroom. Not caring if the two of you were leaving bloody footprints across the carpet. He helped wash your feet off and then broke everything down for you. You had to ask him several times if he was fucking with you, to the point where he was getting irritating with the same question over and over. He literally explained everything. The citadel, the entirety of his grandfather’s lore, the Morty Market. The reason why Rick’s use Morty’s for adventures and the abuse and torture they endure. Even spilling into his own trauma he’s faced at the hands of his own Rick. Even though he didn’t cry or anything you could tell that it was hard for him to tell you this. He explained that he’s planning on moving to the citadel. At first that kinda hit you like the rest of the overwhelming information he was telling you about. Until you realized what that meant for your relationship. Surely he would have mentioned it if he wanted to bring you.

“When are you leaving,” you asked?

“After Thanksgiving break,” he said.

“Oh so what, was this like you letting me down easy? You- you just figured that I wouldn’t be as mad because at least you gave me your undivided attention for a week before you leave? Like did you really think I would just let you fucking leave. You fucking moron,” you said getting up and walked up the stairs, to Morty’s bedroom.

“You can’t come,” Morty said. You ignored him, pulling a duffle bag out of the closet. Starting to pack all your clothes and make up and whatever else happened to be in your eyeline.

“Are you fucking listening to me?” he asked, his voice becoming louder.

“Obviously not,” you practically hissed as you were packing.

“I’m not saying you can’t come with me because I don’t want you there. I want to be with you but it’s- you- I can’t guarantee your safety all the time,” he said.

“I don’t care,” you continued, he grabbed your arm and turned to face him.

“You. Can’t. Come,” he said, his jaw was clenched and his breathing was heavy.

“I’D RATHER DIE THAN STAY!,” you shriek, ripping his hand off your upper arm and shoving him back.

He reached up and grabbed your arm, pulling his portal gun out of his pants and opening the gateway. You were scared and tried to stop him from pulling you through it but the grip he had you was too tight. It wasn’t like you were completely unaware of his use of the gun, you’ve used it to get home from a couple parties when you both were too drunk to drive. When you came through the other side of the portal it was dark, windy and freezing. He was holding onto your arm so tightly you were sure there would be a bruise. But when you saw how high you guys were you literally started clutching onto him.

“Where are we!” you screamed only for him to be able to hear you.

“The actual top of the empire state building!” he said back.

“Why?” you asked.

“You said you’d rather die than stay right? So jump,” he said into your ear now.

“Why though?” you asked again, trying to see if he was joking by looking into his eyes; he wasn’t.

“If you need to ask why then you really can’t come,” he said back.

You looked up at him, you were exhausted. Tears were streaming down your face and you thought he would give up this little bluff he had. He just stared at you with a cold expression. You looked down and couldn’t even see the bottom because of how high in the air you were. Now, you were embarrassed that you said you’d rather die. It was painfully obvious he was doing this to call your bluff. Part of you was offended by this, did he really think you weren’t that serious about him? That you wouldn’t actually give your life for him? Was this entire relationship just frivolous and something he never truly kept serious. Looking back up at him and your stomach flipping when you realized he was dead serious.

“You want me to jump?” you asked, practically whispered.

“You’d rather die right?” he asked back.

Maybe it was because you were mad that he was trying to call your bluff. Or perhaps because you were gaslit, but you jumped. There were no thoughts in your brain. You know when you’re a kid and stick your head out of the window, and the wind is so forceful you almost can’t breathe for a second. That’s what you were feeling, everything around you was just colors and blobs, your eyes unable to make out anything. A soundless scream came out of your mouth as you closed your eyes, accepting your fate.

Morty was still at the top of the building, watching as you fell. He was getting flashbacks when Rick rhetorically asked ‘what if I wanted you to jump off the empire state building, I have to ask?’ Maybe it was because Morty had such a toxic mindset but he now agreed with that logic. Even if he took her, the likelihood of her dying is just 100% higher. He wouldn’t be able to take care of her with everything he had planned for the citadel. Not only that, he learned from Rick what happens when you have a women you love. They become collateral for anyone he’s done wrong. He knew she liked him, maybe even loved you but he didn’t know you loved him enough to jump. It made adrenaline flush through his entire body. He knew that he could no longer deny that he loved you. More than anything, Morty didn’t think he was capable of empathy or connection. He after he turned 7, he’d stop telling his mother he loved her. He didn’t cry at his Aunt’s funeral or during sad movies when he was a child. At one point, his parent’s were considering seeking a psychologist for how lackluster the boy was. Morty’s were normally girl obsessed unable to look past their own erection. Morty never felt this way, at least until he met you. He liked how you owned how hot you were. How you were never were worried with how people perceived you. He knew you worshiped him, he liked that.

He let out a frustrated groan and dove off the building. Making his body slim and tight to help glide through the air faster than you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started opening portals for the two of you to slow down the fall. He looked at your face, to see if you were okay or not. Your nose was bleeding slightly and although you were blinking your eyes were glazed over, in shock. He opened the portals he was opening were all in dimensions where the gravity was getting less and less intense, in order to prevent as much whiplash as he could for the both of you. The last portal was back to his bedroom, he threw the portal gun on the bed. Lowering the both of you to the ground, you were passed out. He brushed the hair out of your face, saying your name waiting for you to open your eyes. He checked your pulse and was relieved to feel it was strong. After using smelling salts to get you awake, you guys just stared at each other.

“Can I come now?” you asked, which made Morty laugh.

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deadqueerboys · 6 months

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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..

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en-ben · 5 months

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oohh for requests, maybe something with evil and prime morty? :3

here you go :) this was goofier in my head

#rick and morty #morty prime #evil morty #idk I imagine Morty would have... extremely negative game being raised by Prime #whereas Evil Morty is genuinely mature bc he's just himself and avoided Rick's influence since the beginning #theyre around 17 here btw #Just realized i forgot his scar lets pretend i didnt I even told myself mid drawing not to forget to add it.. I STILL DID

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glitteringcrab · 3 months

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Nip this in the bud (2)

Okay, I think I finally figured out what Rick Prime was hoping to accomplish with this:

Because I was all "WTF" during that scene.

First things first:

It's clear that Rick Prime has been monitoring Rick C-137 during this whole time. Maybe not continually monitoring him, but monitoring him often enough that he knows:

Rick lived in the Prime Dimension

Rick is hanging out with Morty Prime

Rick has two Beths now (LOL) "echoes" of Prime's daughter since C-137 Beth never grew up

Likewise, he knew Rick C-137 was accompanied by Morty Prime, and could tell (without actually checking nor monitoring this, because then he wouldn't have fallen for Evil Morty's trick) that one of the Mortys Rick C-137 showed up with was Morty Prime, his original grandson.

In a similar vein, it's theoretically possible that he has some inkling of Evil Morty's identity. I mean, otherwise why tell him "you're like an evil Morty, a clever one". Um, excuse me? Evil Morty didn't do a single "evil" thing during the Prime fight. Why the heck call him "evil"? Just because he's wearing an eyepatch? WEAK. Call him clever, sure. But evil? Nope.

UNLESS... Rick Prime has also sporadically been monitoring the happenings in the Citadel of Ricks. News of Evil Rick's killing spree might have reached him, he might have read witness accounts and known that Evil Rick was accompanied by an eye-patched Morty who disappeared (although I seriously doubt anyone would bother to write more than a single sentence on Evil Morty in any report). Or he may have noticed (you know, after he was teleported in the Prime dimension right after Evil Morty contaminated EVERYONE'S portal travel) that the Citadel blew up, that there was a breach in the Central Finite Curve, and he might have investigated the ruins out of curiosity. He might have found out Stuff.

(Edit: nah, the name "Evil Morty" was mentioned a couple of times in the box, so Rick Prime using it only means that he was paying attention to what was happening in the Box)

In any case, even if all that isn't true, even if Rick Prime had originally no clue that there ever was any animosity between Rick C-137 and Evil Morty, and him calling Evil Morty "Evil" was just a lucky guess, Prick Prime was definitely able to tell that was no love between Evil Morty and Rick C-137 during this scene:

...in which he uses Evil Morty as a literal human shield and Rick C-137 shoots without hesitation (on a different note, I'd like to say how sad is that when strangled Evil Morty doesn't have the presence of mind to try and use any of his implants; he's just a 14 year old boy against an grown-up man at that moment. Forget shooting him with plasma guns; you can literally just strangle him).

And so we come to this scene:

Okay, Rick Prime could already tell that Evil Morty and Rick C-137 weren't family, but the suggestion of "nip this in the bud" was still absurd!

(I've written a similar post in the past while venting, but this one is actually getting somewhere, so please bear with me)

Because Evil Morty and Rick C-137 were, at worst, temporary allies. Rick C-137 owned to Evil Morty:

his freaking life (Evil Morty revived him)

his revenge (Evil Morty let him kill Rick Prime)

and (depending on to what degree Rick Prime was monitoring his clones and the killing box) he might have also known that Evil Morty helped Rick C-137 track Rick Prime down and helped him to escape the box.

That's a huge debt. And I know that Evil Morty helped Rick C-137 to save his own skin from getting Omega-ed if/when Rick C-137 failed to win, and to get the weapon plans, but he wasn't at all obligated to save Rick C-137's life nor to hand him his nemesis on a plate.

Arguably, Evil Morty did this precisely so that he'd have an Omega-enslaved and morally indebted Rick to come to his aid in a hypothetical future hour of need. However, the truth is that Evil Morty and Rick C-137 worked well with each other since the beginning of the episode, before any Omega Device threat (nor carrot!) dangled in front of Evil Morty to influence his decisions (he had just wanted to... talk) and Rick had trusted him enough to leave Morty Prime alone with him.

Like, under normal circumstances, Evil Morty honoring their alliance during the Prime Fight could have been the beginning of a friendship (or at least a more honest and permanent alliance) between Rick C-137 and Evil Morty. Evil Morty is insecure and traumatized enough to need the failsafe of the Omega Device backing him up, but Rick C-137 was game...!

Rick Prime instead puts in Rick C-137's head the idea that Evil Morty might kill him in a tantrum. Not because their interests might clash in the future. Not because Evil Morty may get power-hungry when he grows up. But because he's young and emotional. (Mind you, this is about a boy whose whole characterization revolves around being extremely cautious and calculating; not someone who'd kill another person in a fit of fury.)

Of course, the first idea that pops up in our minds (at least... it was in mine) is that Rick Prime said this hoping that Rick C-137 will drop everything to go stop Evil Morty, and so Rick Prime would get a chance to escape.

...But that doesn't make any sense, either!

Rick C-137 isn't so stupid as to give Rick Prime that chance of survival. Even if he took Rick Prime's warning seriously, he'd hurriedly shoot him in the face before running out to deal with Evil Morty. Rick Prime was toast, and he knew that. This wasn't about his own survival.

Rick C-137 wasn't about to take his worst enemy's advice to turn against his temporary ally. Like, what the heck? Since when Rick Prime fancied himself trustworthy? He could have easily lied, made this up. Rick C-137 couldn't have actually known if Evil Morty really had the weapon plans at that moment, and he'd have to take Rick Prime's word for it. No way he'd drop everything at his worst enemy's word.

Rick Prime saw that Evil Morty downloaded the weapon plans straight on his person. There was no external device that you can just snatch away (like the cone thing Evil Morty used when scanning Rick C-137's brain). So Rick Prime knew that the only way to "nip this in the bud" would be for Rick C-137 to run outside, confront Evil Morty, find out that there was no external device to forcefully take from him, and promptly attack him with lethal intent. But, come on, Rick C-137 was not going to do that, because of the aforementioned debt. Even Rick C-137 isn't so ruthless as to have his own life saved one minute, and him returning the favor with a murder attempt. This was never going to work.

Even if Rick C-137 took Rick Prime's warning seriously, even he trusted his advice, even if he was willing to murder a version of his grandson (to whom his owned his life) in cold blood, I doubt he could do it. He was a mess physically, while Evil Morty was perfectly fine. If they did clash at that moment, I think Evil Morty could have escaped easily with a portal. So this was never going to work.

And don't even get me started on what a joke it is for the Rick who wanted to murder Rick C-137's whole family, one by one, to express Rick-to-Rick camaraderie. As if...!

So what was all this for? This would never work, Rick C-137 would not try to kill Evil Morty at that moment...

...but he can do it in the future.

Any seeds of trust or appreciation that were planted that day were promptly poisoned by Rick Prime's "well-meaning" warning.

Evil Morty himself did trample said seeds further by warning Rick C-137 he could kill him any time he wanted as of now, but he also said that "using a weapon like this doesn't get you. Left. Alone." His whole speech would have hit very differently without Rick Prime's warning. We would have trusted him, we would have trusted that he did all this with the single goal of being left alone and that this is going to be the end of it. Worse case scenario, we would have thought Evil Morty might demand Rick C-137's support for A Thing (like a slave) if he had no other choice, but we still wouldn't have thought Evil Morty would murder him in a flight of rage during a disagreement. Now, the idea that Evil Morty might become unhinged in the future has been planted in our heads, by Rick Prime!

We fans were discussing on how the narrative seems to be setting Evil Morty as the final villain, but it's not the narrative, not really! It's Rick Prime manipulating Rick C-137, hoping he'll attack Evil Morty sometime in the future, so they can kill each other.

He fueled Rick C-137' paranoia on purpose, so as to get delayed revenge on the Rick who dared to think himself better than him... and on the one person who actually bested him.

#Evil Morty is a good boy #he won't use the Omega Device unless horribly cornered #and you know what I actually don't like Evil Morty's odds in case Rick C-137 DOES decide to attack #because of the Omega Device threat there is really no room for error - either he succeeds or he shouldn't even try #and Evil Morty's warning “just don't force me to improve on the design” suggests he will be keeping an eye on Rick C-137 #so if Rick began tracking him down (which I imagine would take some time) EM would promptly do some modifications and then use the device #so Rick has to either be extremely cautious and hide what he's doing extremely well or seize a sudden opportunity #Evil Morty #rick c137 #rick sanchez #rick prime #rick and morty #nip this in the bud

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onion-morty · 4 months

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I'm your grandson! All I had was you!

#rick and morty #evil morty #evil rick #doobles #rnm edit #bojack horseman free churro #for the damaged #CAN YOU SEE MY VISION???#DO YOU FEEL IT????#i like to think he's venting to morty prime lol #it was so embarassing to voice some lines inside my house because imagine someone shouting #“— was more compassion than my grandfather gave me his entire goddamn life!!!” 😭 😭#clarification: i provided the base voice and i edited for a morty ai on rvc-gui software

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parkerc-137 · 6 months

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best friends arc incoming (trust me)

#rick and morty #morty smith #evil morty #morty c137 #I was gonna give emorty his black shirt at first but it is fun making their outfits different while still being the same IDK #convincing ur self you arent friends with someone is the same as declaring them ur best friend sorry I don’t make the rules #I imagine them like sitting on the roof of the smith house or something #for the laptop I think they’re just doing something stupid like playing Roblox #emorty is pretending he’s too cool to play…#small little angst at the end bc why not!! both of them are so sad LOL!#they get each other yknow #rick and morty art #can read as ship idrgaf

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ocean-stuck · 2 years

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hey remember when we all imagined evil morty to be like. rick's original morty who snapped and got abandoned by him and was on a long elaborate quest for revenge. and then it turned out that he had nothing to do with c-137 and was actually just broken by the systemic evil of the citadel factory farming mortys to use and force into the toxic r&m dynamic we're familiar with, to the point where he was willing to stoop to any low just to smash it all and fuck off?

yeah watch weird rick turn out to be something none of us could've predicted

#rick and morty #r&m spoilers #evil morty #weird rick #i guess is the name we're using?#i was prepared for him to be long dead ngl #or else in some state that'd make him not worth killing. like having mellowed out or smth #then again all we know about him rn is he's a little shit and an abandoner who killed c-137's family #so you could honestly imagine anything at this stage #rick sanchez #morty smith

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olealoa · 5 months

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do you guys think evil morty throws crazy parties here bc im just saying that’s the perfect place for a wicked ass party…

#rick and morty #evil morty #rnm #rick and morty spoilers #morty #probably only invites mortys #but at the same time maybe not since he doesn’t like sell out mortys #also id like to imagine that evil morty respects earth law (even though he has his own planet) and doesn’t drink or bring alcohol 😭 😭#if he wouldnt throw parties would the alternative be him being a crazy clean freak #THESE ARE ALL PLAUSIBLE

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noozers · 3 months

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*gripping teh table so hard im breaking th wood* yeah i like evil morty a normal ammount! just a really awesome character :3 (he is the best rick and morty character i start tweaking whenever hes mentioned ill die when hes shown again season 7 made my biggest dream come true)

#im normal!#soeone please help this 14 year old boy whos outsmarted probably hundreds of ricks #and could care less about other morties #please #um gonna die if i never see him again bth #anyways this is meant to be kind of what i would imagine a portraid of hiself that he would have hanging in his weird space mansion wold lo #look lile #rick and morty #evil morty #can u see where i gave up!#i redid this 4 times

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astrrorat · 3 months

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imagine getting turned into a hamter

#imagine ur like really evil but you get turned into a hamster and u find ur chaotic neutral counterpart staring down at u with #His smug ass face #rick and morty #my art #digital art #pixel art #pixel petz #pixel pets #evil morty #Morty smith

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sadiecoocoo · 4 months

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Guys… I may have to give SEAL Shenanigans a sad ending… (I say despite being no where near writing the final chapter)

#rick and morty #morty smith #evil morty #rick sanchez #rick and morty fanfiction #sad ending #i might have to #but i don’t want to #but I kinda have to #cuz for what I’ve been imagining it can’t go any other way #and I’d rather make a sad ending than a bad one #idk why I’m worried abt this I have several more chapters to write #hell idk if it ever will end #it will one day

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bouncybongfairy · 1 month

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was wondering if you could write a morty smith x reader where you both get high after studying together?

Study Date

Morty Smith x Fem Reader

Summary: Morty musters up the courage and asks you over for a study date. Who knew studying human biology could have such interactive hands on lessons.

Word Count: 1.5k

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Smut, Fingering, Squirting, Nipple Play.

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It was lunch and you were sitting at one of the tables in the quad. Your friends were fixing up their hair and make-up as they picked at their food. Talking shit about girls they either didn’t know and/or don’t like. The conversation was starting to shift, them talking about how Morty came up to you before class. He’d invited you to come over after school and study. A lot of your friends think he’s weird or odd. That was one of the things you liked most about him. Most guys tried acting all big and confident when trying to pursue you. Puffing their shoulders out and bragging about all the illegal activities they partake in. Morty was quite nervous when he spoke with you, like he was savoring every second he could be near you. Him being so flustered and shy made you feel flattered.

“Are you really going to his house after school?” Trisha asked.

“Yeah, why not?” you asked, stabbing at your salad.

“I don’t know he’s just kinda… like strange?” she asked, which made the entire table laugh.

“Not as strange as Brad going back and forth between you and Jessica like he’s test driving a car he might wanna buy. Even once he picks the one he wants, we all know he’ll run it into the ground,” you said, packing your lunch and bag.

They were idiots and you didn’t appreciate the little jab towards Morty. You could tell that it took a lot of him to muster up the courage to talk to you. As someone who also struggled with shyness and social anxiety, it hurt you to see people poke fun at that. You ended up going home early, too worked up to go back to class. Even though you had nerves, that didn’t take away from how excited you were. There were two classes where you sat behind him, at times you wouldn’t pay attention to what was going on. Watching all his nervous little mannerisms, the way he picked at his nails. Or scratched the back of his neck when we were given an assignment he didn’t understand.

Sometimes he’d come to school with a gash above his eyebrow, or a purple tinted bruise under his eye. You liked how he kinda looked sad and tired all the time. It was weird, you weren’t really sure why. It didn’t take long for you to get home. Letting yourself in because your mom and dad were both at work. This worked out great for you, it meant you could take hits of your pen out in the open. Also allowing you to use all the makeup on your moms vanity without her fussing. Time was flying by a lot faster now that you weren’t on campus. This may sound vain but you really want to impress him with your physical beauty.

Ensuring to pay attention to the smallest details, making sure your eyelash glue wasn’t visible. That your concealer wasn’t caking under your eyes. After staring at yourself in the mirror for a while, you drove over. His house was really nice, furnished like a 90’s family movie. Pictures of family and inspirational quotes, very cozy. Morty’s room was nice. He could normally keep it very tidy but, you’d like to think he cleaned it because you were coming over. Different posters scattered about his room, a rug in the middle of the room; made to look like the solar system.

“Have you always been into science?” you asked.

“Uh, no my grandpa is the one who made me into it,” he said, pulling out the chair for you to sit at his desk.

“Oh yeah, Trish was telling me about that. What’s like the craziest thing you guys ever did in space?” you asked, emptying your bag.

“One time Rick was selling this-” he started but you interrupted.

“No, no I meant like you. Not Rick, I wanna know what’s the craziest thing you’ve done,” you clarified.

“I- um well. This one time Rick had to do some business on the citadel, I couldn’t come for w-what ever reason. There’s this, like club/bar thing called the Creepy Morty. It was the first time I snorted kalaxian c-crystals and some crazy shit w-went down,” he said, chuckling a little.

“Oh my god, that sounds like a lot of fun,” you said, opening up your biology book. Pulling out the notes you’d written during class.

“Your writing is so nice,” he said, watching you bend down to get your pink pencil box.

“Thank you, I feel like those were pretty sloppy,” you said, opening the plastic box and revealing a plethora of weed paraphernalia, “Will we get in trouble for smoking here?” you asked, licking the grape flavored wrap.

“B-be my guest,” he said, laughing nervously, “Can you even r-roll with nails?” he asked.

Instead of verbally responding, you just finished rolling. He pointed out how you made the mouthpiece slightly tighter than the rest of it. The fact that he noticed this small detail made you blush. Putting the blunt between your lips, gesturing from him to light it. His hand shook a little as he brought the flame to you. It was surprising to you, watching him take ghost inhales without coughing. The two of you began talking back and forth, just about life and whatever came to mind. Eventually the conversation began to shift, you asking if he had a girlfriend.

“No, w-why would I invite you over if I did,” he laughed.

“Oh so you invited me over for romantic reasons?” you asked, tilting your head up and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling.

“What? No Absolutely- I just…” he began slightly panicking.

“No? Aww that’s too bad,” you said.

“Really?” he asked.

“I mean yeah, I think you’re really cool. I like you alot, I can’t deny that when you asked me to come over I was really excited,” you said, handing him the blunt.

“Holy shit, honestly you don’t understand how good that is to hear,” he said.

“Well now that we both can admit we never really intended on studying, maybe we can watch a movie on my laptop?” you asked.

He of course agreed, now laying on your stomachs. His twin size bed only made for your bodies to be pressed against each other. Watching a horror movie that he suggested. Already 15 minutes in, you were waiting for him to make a move. He was laying on his side, back facing the wall and his elbow was supporting his head . Rubbing your back but keeping a respectful distance from your ass. Eventually he started to wander down, making your back arch involuntarily. You could have sworn he chuckled, to be fair most of your focus was trying to act like it isn't affecting you. Going down past your skirt, his fingertips now against your skin. At first he was just feeling you up, squeezing and groping after a while.

You were happy to be wearing makeup because your face was getting hot. He started to make things more intense, now rubbing the fabric of your panties. You had to bite back a gasp as he traced your slit with his fingers. He curls his leg around yours, spreading your thighs apart. Pulling your panties down and slightly, giving his hand room to spread your wetness around. Pushing his middle and ring finger into you. At first he maintained a slow place, giving you time to stretch around him. Starting to get more desperate, you arch and push yourself down onto his fingers. You were no longer regulating how loud you were being, letting pants and moans out without any shame. Morty noticed this and changed his position. Flipping you from your stomach to your back, pulling your shirt above your chest. He became animalistic once he saw your chest.

Taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Sucking and flicking his tongue as he fucked his finger back into you. Becoming rougher, biting and nipping at your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, not pulling through. Just caressing him, your mind becoming more and more foggy with pleasure. Your legs were trembling and you could feel your orgasm approaching. So could he, prompting him to pull his fingers out and play with your clit. It wasn’t long until you were coming, squirting on his hand. This took him off guard but made him cum in his boxers. Spreading your juices to your chest and slapping your breasts. Splashing the liquid around until you were squirming and reddened. The two of you laid there for a while until you broke the silence.

“Can I do you back?” you asked and he shook his head.

“No I came in my pants,” he said so casually that you couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, started mimicking the way you were moaning. Making both of you giggle yourselves to sleep.

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