hahah what if Rick gets drunk and reader if taking care of them and he just slips that he likes them? and compliments them and just kinda goes off?(then denies anything happened the next day when they ask?) I just think about that a lot tbh sdkj
You got it! Wrote this at 3 am and couldn't think of a better bit than the hair thing, go easy on me asfjkxc. Also did it in y/n fashion again. Hope you like it!
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"Alright Rick, I may be alone in this opinion, but the way you're staggering and drooling on the floor tells me you need that bottle confiscated" you sigh, miserably attempting to snatch the alcohol from Rick's fingers.
"Hey s-s-sh-ut the fuck up Y/N, y-y-y-you're being ridiculous. I'm a-alwaaays drunk" Rick retorted, successfully pulling away the bottle away. He laughs before teetering again, placing his hands on your shoulders to balance himself.
You look up at him with a slightly annoyed expression. "Rick, I've been trying to get you to bed for 2 hours. Please just stop being stubborn and follow me."
He pokes your shoulders playfully now, "Oooooh, really? Into bed for w-what cause I think I'm down."
"Into bed for my sanity, please."
He scoffed in response, beginning to walk off into the Smiths' living room but knocked over the table near the wall instead.
"Rick, Jesus Christ," you tug on his arm and he bends down slightly, clearly fighting sleep to the best of his ability. He puts a hand in your hair and starts twirling it in his fingers slowly.
"How do youuu get it s-so bouncy?"
You're confused for a second and then stifle a laugh, as you've never seen Rick this vulnerable and... affectionate? before.
"I- uh, it's just volumizer" you respond.
He looks at you still in a dazed wondrous state. "It's pretty. And I-I don't like that wo-ORRD but you know, I guess I co-could tell you that now. I always n-notice it firSSTT when I see you," he burps out.
You feel a slight warmth in the pit of your stomach. Rick has always been playfully flirty with you here and there, but has never expressed any kind of genuine sentiment like this before.
"Thanks Rick, that's.. that's sweet of you."
"I-I-I mean like I actually think you're cu-cute like a little baby, i-it's weird," he goes on.
"Okay, tell me more, but let's go in here okay?" You gently place your arm under his and steer him towards his bedroom. He rolls his head to the side and gives a small "okay" in response.
You manage to drag him into his room and take his lab coat and pants off and get him onto the bed. "Ugh, see wh-what I mean, it's sick..ening" Rick slurs out, staring up at you.
"What?" You ask, sitting on the bed beside him.
"H-how fucking caring you are. G-god I just want to be around you aalllllll the time. I always hope it'll-it'll rub off on me b-but I don't think anyone could be as go-good natured as you."
Your cheeks burn red as you study his face, his head still bobbing while blinking at you slowly.
"A-and I know that I'll deny this sh-shit later but Y/N you're a saint. B-beautiful and delicate. And I've s-seen a lot o-o-of fine specimens b-but I think you're the truuee definition of a goddess."
Your mouth hangs agape a little as you realize that he's serious. He's not just spouting some speech, he's telling the truth. The unfiltered truth. Only drunk Rick does that, and you've only seen it twice before.
"Um, well- thank you Rick, you're uh, not so bad yourself. I've always-"
"Hey, shh, this was my confession t-time, not yours. J-just lay with me, pleaaseee.." you can see his eyes start to flutter shut as he holds an arm out to invite you into an embrace.
You lay your head on his chest and he wraps his arm tightly around your body before you both drift into a deep sleep.
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In the morning, you awake to an empty bed and glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It reads 11:54 am. You're beginning to recall last night's events as Rick walks in, fully dressed. He clears his throat.
"So you wanna tell me why uh, you're in my bed?"
You snicker at this. "Oh, Rick, you suddenly don't remember?"
"Remember what? If we screwed, th-then clearly not. Must not have been that impressed sweetie."
"Nope, we didn't. Buuuut, you did basically praise me all night" you smirk.
"Not a chance," Rick laughs and crosses his arms sternly.
"You did though. And I know that for the smartest man in the universe, your memory isn't that bad. Even in a hangover," you tease now, desperate for him to admit to his vulnerability.
He sits on the bed beside you and leans to get in your face. "Are you that desperate for my attention that you're making things up?"
"Hmm, I guess so. Anyway, I've got to go get dressed and volumize my hair, we'll talk later," you smile as you get up to leave.
Before you go, you catch a small look of shock on his face and a quiet "shit" escape his mouth.
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