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[69ricksanchez69]

I loved this. I've read it over a million times.

Keepsake (Rated PG)

Aziraphale pats his right pants pocket quite often.

It’s a tick that’s easy to overlook considering the other ways he fidgets, worrying his hands and fingers when he doesn’t have a book or a fork in them. Besides, it’s not all that uncommon. Lots of people do it. Looking for keys, hunting down the cell phone … have I got my spectacles? Oh, yes! Have them right here!

Crowley has a similar habit of constantly keeping his hands shoved in his pockets, which is easy to overlook as well since everyone does at one point in time. It’s when Crowley wears a pair of pants so tight that keeping his fingers in his pockets looks excruciating that Aziraphale takes notice. But even then, it’s not that odd. Crowley is odd. Eccentric might be a more accurate term – a side-effect of age and familiarity, Aziraphale supposes. But his forcing his fingers into pockets no bigger than a matchbox?

Not so much.

Crowley definitely doesn’t think too hard on it when Aziraphale pats his pocket. He’s been doing it since the beginning, even before the invention of pants, when pockets were simply pouches tied about the waist or pinned to the underside of clothes. Aziraphale is also odd but in different ways. It’s not an insult. Simply a state of being. So when Crowley walks into Aziraphale’s shop and finds the angel patting his pockets and searching the floor, he thinks odd, but no more than usual.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asks, leaning against a post with his arms crossed – his go-to observational pose.

“Oh, uh, nothing.” Aziraphale glances up nervously and starts searching harder, if that’s a thing to be noted. “Nothing at all.”

“Really? ‘Cuz it seems to me like you’re looking for something.”

“I … uh … yes. I’m looking for something …” Aziraphale bends lower, examining the floor boards inch by inch and faster “… but it’s not important. Definitely nothing for you to concern yourself with. Why don’t you help yourself to a bottle of Merlot and I’ll be right with you?”

“Maybe I can help you find it.” Crowley affects a similar stance and begins searching even though he hasn’t a clue what he’s meant to look for.

“No!” Aziraphale barks suddenly. “No, I … I’ll come across it, I’m sure …” His voice dips with disappointment at the prospect of giving up the search now in favor of later “… you know … given time and …” His eyes, scanning the wood planks beneath his feet, widen on a spot behind Crowley – right beside his left heel (if Crowley is gauging the angel’s gaze correctly). He spins around on the wake of Aziraphale pleading, “No! Don’t!” and looks behind him.

Sitting on the floor, curled gently upward, he finds a single black feather.

A familiar feather.

Crowley knows this feather. He feels it in his gut … and in his shoulder.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” he asks, bending over and snatching it before Aziraphale can make it across the room.

“No,” Aziraphale lies. “But all the same, why don’t you give it here …”

Crowley takes a step back, holding the feather up out of Aziraphale’s reach. “What, pray tell, is this?”

“Corvus corax,” Aziraphale says without missing a beat. “Otherwise known as the common raven. I have one stuffed that I just put into storage. It must have shed …” He reaches for the feather but Crowley pulls it away.

“Now, you see, Aziraphale, you’re usually an A-plus liar, but today you’re falling short. Do you really think I wouldn’t know one of my own feathers?”

Aziraphale’s cheeks burn, then go pale. “I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

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Rick & Morty Fan Fiction Masterpost

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Sister Smith Series

Assimilation  (23 / 23) – NSFW (Rick x Reader)  Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23  

**Bonus art for Assimilation from @rick-all-night-long HERE! / @ravenousscorpian HERE! / @dorklyevil HERE!

Cherry – NSFW (Rick x Reader)

For Love & Chocolate Cake – NSFW (Rick x Reader)

Something Borrowed – SFW (Rick x Reader)

Welcome to Miami (2 / 2) – NSFW (Rick x Reader, Miami Rick x Reader, Rickcest, Readercest)  Part 1 / Part 2

Take It Back – NSFW lite (Rick x Reader)

Higher Power – NSFW (Rick x Reader)

Manipulation (15 / ?) – NSFW (Rick x Reader)  Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15

**Bonus art for Manipulation from @ravenousscorpian HERE!

Those Three Words – NSFW (Rick x Reader)

Also… Thirsty Rick D-74  :)

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Other Multi-Chapter Fics

Protect & Serve (6 / ?) – NSFW (Cop Rick x Reader)  Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6  

**Bonus art for Protect & Serve from @ravenousscorpian HERE!)

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Requests & One-Shots

Compatibility – NSFW (Kitty Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Heat 

Collaboration – NSFW (Ordinary Rick x Reader)

A Day Without Laughter Is A Day Wasted – NSFW (Rick x Reader)

Touchez Moi – SFW (Rick W-248 x Reader)

Heat – NSFW (Kitty Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Anchor

Anchor – NSFW (Kitty Rick x Reader) *Continuation of His

His – SFW (Kitty Rick x Reader)

Going Down? – NSFW (Miami Rick x Reader)

Oral Fixation – NSFW (Bubble Gum Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Hubble Bubble

Hubble Bubble – SFW (Bubble Gum Rick x Reader)

Old Faithful – NSFW (Rick x Male Reader)

I Live For You – NSFW (Evil Rick x Reader/OC)

Insecure – NSFW (Rick x Reader)

Wine & Spirits – NSFW lite (Rick x Reader)

Friday Night, 10:00 PM – SFW (Rick x Reader)

Shotgun – NSFW (Rick x Reader)

Holding Out – NSFW (Flesh Curtains Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Helping Hands

Helping Hands – NSFW (Flesh Curtains Rick x Reader)

**Bonus art for Helping Hands from @smudgethistledraws HERE!)

Surf & Turf – SFW (Rick x Reader)

The Cookie Man – SFW (Rick Zeta-7 x Reader)

Late Nite Delight – NSFW (Guard Rick x Reader)

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(Mood)

[69ricksanchez69]

Don't Think About It.

He always said that, but it was one of the hardest things to do.

Especially when he kept piling things on top of me, which was ultimately my fault because every time he suggested I take a break I would insist I was fine.

Because why wouldn't I be? It's not like anything matters, and my feelings are just chemicals reacting differently to my brain signals.

I just want myself to get over it. Over everything. All the stupid feelings, all the sentiment, all the break. Because all it did was take away from my only chance to experience anything good.

And even that didn't matter. We just do it because it feels good. We're manipulating ourselves into breaking the flawed system. What system? Every system. It's all bogus, and I guess I'm glad I'm one of the people Rick chose to bring along on his adventures.

I don't think they're adventures, either. There an escape. Anyone who doesn't bend to the rules of being a human is considering mentally unstable, a moron, or a dreamer. Rick was only one of those, and he turned out to be the smartest man in the universe.

Who doesn't have to bend to any rules, because he figured out how to make his own.

I asked him how, once. He said it was because some people just break, some people are taught to not break, and others are born broken.

His eyes opened to the fact that everything we live by was made by us in a shitty attempt to silence the monsters we are.

Some people don't get that, and he says it's okay because it doesn't matter what anyone believes because we're all going to die the same. Alone. It doesn't matter what you do, say, think, believe, preach, worship, who we help, kill, break, hurt, because dead people don't remember. And no one can survive the heat of the sun when it eventually expands and swallows the world.

Rick was just born lucky enough to be smart enough not to care and not to think about it. He can do whatever he wants, without consequence because he understands everything that makes sense, and that nothing makes sense. I wish I had that.

It's just, Rick always seemed to be in pain. The drinking, the shitty remarks. It must suck being a god that can't help anything, I guess.

"Hey." I heard from behind me. I turned my head to see the man himself sliding down beside me.

He looked different, and I had to silently take notice of the fact he wasn't wearing a lab coat. It was a rarity for sure, and I kind of over-relished in it.

"Hey." I responded. He sat down next to me and took a sip from his flask, offering me some next. I took it gladly and waited for him to say something, but it looked like for now he was more focused on the sun setting.

Together now, we sat on his roof, and I would like to think we were both thinking of the same thing.

How shitty it was being so human.

"Y-you're thinking about it again." He notes, not looking at me but now eyeing the panelling between his dangling legs. It was almost cute.

"Yeah. It's hard not to at times like these." I explain. Another round on his flask, and he continues.

"I-I know."

"Don't you always?" I giggle, making him smile. I love that smile.

"J-just -urp-try not to think about it t-to much. All it does is-"

"Ruin the fun part of the shit show." I finish. "Hey, I got a question though." I say, turning to lock eyes with him. "How'd you get so smart?"

"I-I don't know for -urp- sure, b-but I think it has a lot to do with experience. P-people don't know it, but sc -urp- science is something y-you teach yourself."

"You said sometimes it's a lot more art than science, one time." Rick nods, taking another gulp of his alien alcohol. Thinking of things he once said, my mind brings back a memory of him saying that life is about taking risks.

I'd have to be stupid to ignore something like that, so in a blind moment of courage and repressed self consciousness, I link my arm with his and lean my head on his shoulder.

He doesn't pull away, but he stiffens for only a quick second before going back to his normal state.

"Look at me." I hear after a semi-long silence. I do, and am greeted with the rough but gentle texture of his lips on mine. I know about his views on love for sure, but he never told me in detail how beautiful it felt.

This was more than a burning passion, it was everything good the universe never gave me.

His large hand moved up and behind my head, pulling me closer by the neck while his tongue slipped past my lips.

Of course he was experienced, and knew exactly what to do with everything, making me even more enamored with it all.

I wrapped my arms around his neck carefully and smoothed my fingers through his blue, puffy hair. Without struggle, he pulled me closer for better access, and I was forced to make room by overlapping my leg with his.

Another hand found it's way to my hip, squeezing lightly and digging it's fingers into my soft flesh from under my top.

Rick pulled away, taking a deep breath and letting me do the same before taking one more quick peck.

"Are... Are y-you alright?" He whispers, moving his hand from my neck to wipe away the tears I didn't even know started falling.

"Y-yeah. I'm just... I think I... That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced." And those words broke a piece of me, causing me to let myself finally cry out all the pain of being sure happiness didn't really exist on his shoulder, and he seemed fine with pulling me in his lap and rubbing my back till I was fine again.

Maybe happiness didn't exist. It didn't matter now, because I found something, someone, who could make me feel like it did.

And, to preserve the feeling I know I'll treasure way to much to ever let not kill me one day, I decided to just not think about it.

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I thought this was cute ..

“Fine..”

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I hate myself just a little bit more for this. 😂

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Tired

(Rick x Reader) 1st P.O.V.

It's been a while since I've seen Rick, almost a month. That's how long it's been since I've actually had a good night's sleep. After we met, I guess I got to accustomed to him being there.

After he left, the bed just seemed to cold at night. I couldn't sleep, and I tried everything. Warm tea, milk, pills. I put those silly sounds up, but they couldn't substitute for his obnoxious snoring.

Not to mention the lack of his alcohol breath. As weird as it be, I became way to attached, and he'd probably laugh if he where to ever come back.

It was another late night, where I was stuck to the couch watching adult cartoons and game shows while eating a bunch of junk food. The only difference was the bottle of Grey Goose wedged between couch cushions.

I've never been drunk before, but I think, by the heavy feeling in my stomach, I was about to start feeling the side effects of trying to down half on my first sip.

I can't believe how much I really let this get to me. How much I let him get to me. I remember him saying something about irrational attachments, or something.

Rick also said something regarding love and chemicals, but my memory is getting sort of fuzzy, and I can't quite remember what I ate for breakfast.

I go to take another swig from my bottle, but it turns up empty. I know in the back of mind this isn't a good thing, but I find myself giggling.

"Y-you know if, um, if R-Rick was here, he'd, um... h-he'd probably... I don't know. He does some, uhhh, crazy shit man." I say to myself. "Why'd you leave me, man? I thought, urp, I thought we had something real..." Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I thought about him.

I tried standing up, but I couldn't see straight, and my legs felt like jello. I fell to my knees, seeking purchase on the coffee table.

It took a minute, but I soon was able to at least stand, and I stumbled into the kitchen for some water. It washed out my mouth, but it did little to help the heavy feeling weighing in my stomach.

I've seen movies, and I've seen Rick get shit faced, but I've never heard of any heavy feeling. It was so confusing, and I felt like I was about to pass out.

I knew stairs were a no go, so I crashed on the couch. The last thing I remember hearing was Brian asking Stewie where the hell the return pad took them.

The sun creeped in past my eyelids, igniting the pain in my head and the sudden sickness itching to leave my stomach. I ran to the bathroom with almost record timing and upchucked everything from last night.

I was almost scared to death when I felt someone pull my hair back into a ponytail.

"W-what the-" I throw myself to the side and away from the stranger, wedging myself between the toilet and tub when I saw who it was. "Rick?" The word comes out as a whisper.

"W-wow. Greatest -urp- re-reaction. Wish I caught that o-one on camera." The man chuckles to himself, pulling out his flask to take a sip.

"Where... Where the hell were you?!" I stand, and my head starts screaming in protest at my yell.

"Woah, woah. H-here, take this. I-It'll -urp- it'll help." He pulls a pill out of his pocket, and I take it with an embarrassing amount of trust.

It helped my head almost immediately, and I shouldn't have expected any less.

"Thanks." I flush the toilet and leave, not knowing how to react to his sudden presence. "W-when did you get here?" I ask with more care.

"Last n-night. I-I-I saw you -urp- passed o-out on the couch with a-a vodka bottle. Empty." Rick seems amused at the memory, smiling slightly. "Wish I'd b-been there to see. A-and, uh, you kn-know, help, too."

I roll my eyes at this, and I suddenly feel all the pain from him leaving fall back into my shoulder.

"H-hey, what's we -urp- wrong?" His attention drifts from my drunken state to the tears falling down my cheeks, but I won't let him hug me. Rick almost looks hurt by my denial.

"H-how come you left me, Rick? Y-you didn't even say anything before leaving for a month, a-and then you show up last night and- and-" I'm suddenly overcome with a wretched sob, and I feel honestly pathetic that I let him get me like this. I mean for gosh sakes, it was only a month!

But then again, aren't couples supposed to, you know, communicate? It was different with Rick though. I couldn't expect him to do something so simple. Who knows what could've happened, and all I can think about is how I can't sleep without him.

"I-I'm sorry Rick. I shouldn't-" He interupts me by wrapping his arms completely around me, letting me cry it out on his shoulder. "I just missed you." I mutter.

"I missed you too, baby. I-It's my fault. I-I -urp- I'm sorry." And as much as I hated myself for it, that was all it took to forgive him. I wrapped my arms around his torso as tight as I could, hoping he wouldn't leave again. "I'm not going anywhere."

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Let's Get Started!

Okay, I'm not gonna start out great, but I'm sure I'll get better if I write it out.

I'm not the best writer, especially when it involves having to interpret how a fictional character would react to a certain situation, but it's what I love to do. I want to get better at writing like this because it's a vent for when I'm feeling ways.

I like to write poetry, letters to myself, and just paragraphs about how certain things make me feel.

This type of writing is my favorite, but I'm not exactly amazing at it, which sucks, but is fixable. I hope. 😂

I write fanfiction because sometimes life sucks, and I'd rather be in a different place doing things I normally couldn't. It's great to think about, but it helps writing it out because it's almost like living it.

I hope that sooner I'll get better and be able to provide the same thing I look for on places like Tumblr. I like to read, too, and it's sometimes more comforting than writing.

Right now, I've taken a liking to Rick and Morty, as you can tell by my header and stuff! I might write about the Avengers, because I like them too.

Thanks for reading this, if you did.