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Manipulation (part 6)

Note: I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen behind the posting schedule. The Thanksgiving holiday really sucked up too much of my time. To make up for it, though, I’ve made this part extra long! :)

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(FYI: This story is a sequel/companion piece to Assimilation, which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog’s description along with additional chapters of Manipulation. Or, you can click the #manipulation tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

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The moment she disappeared into the kitchen, slamming the door behind her, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. That breath morphed into a groan as I slumped over my workstation with my head in my hands.

Decades of guarded bitterness was all it took. I was so practiced in the art of hateful sarcasm that I didn’t even have to try. The words just materialized in my throat and pushed their way past my teeth and sprung from my mouth like projectile vomit. And, they produced the desired effect. She wasn’t the type to yell or scream or throw objects in anger or hold a grudge. Instead, she’d simply move on. She’d continue to be cordial and polite, but detached – as she’d been with me since her return.

“You aren’t special.”

I chuckled dryly to myself as I replayed the words in my mind time and again, ripping my hands through my hair. I was under no illusions that she wasn’t smart enough to suss out the lie. No matter what, her memories of the way I’d behaved on Unity’s planet would continue to return until the entire puzzle was solved. At this point, she knew I was under the false impression that she was herself, therefore, she knew that I’d pursued her, not Unity. So, I was taking advantage of her unwillingness to call me out. Plain and simple.

Broken from my self reflection by the sound of the front door slamming shut, I quickly rose and punched the garage door opener. As the door slowly began to rise, I ducked my head to catch a glimpse of tennis shoes as they marched down the driveway, toward the street. By the time the garage door had finally made its ascent, she was just an outline obscured by the sun as she pounded the pavement – one foot in front of the other, carrying her completely out of sight.

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The remaining hours passed quickly as I was finally able to muster up the concentration that had eluded me for the past month. I worked on several unfinished projects, fiddling around with this and that, while I waited for Morty to return from school. Unfortunately, this was one of the days that Beth insisted he stay until the very end, which frustrated me to no end.

One of the projects that I’d decided to take up was improving the inter-dimensional goggles. I had heard rumors from around the multiverse that certain Ricks had come up with a way to make the goggles completely immersible so that the subject using the goggles felt as if they had assumed the body of their counterpart instead of just watching as an onlooker. Doing a quick scan, I’d been able to narrow down a few Ricks with such goggles so I needed Morty’s help with looting the chumps.

Just as I was checking my watch with a scowl, wondering how much longer Morty would be stuck at school, I caught a glimpse of him running toward the house from the street. I’d honestly never seen him run that fast, even from life threatening situations, so I stood from my stool and met him at the threshold of the garage.

“RICK! RICK!” he screamed as he approached, his face beet red and contorted in a mixture of concern and horror. Waiting for him to continue, I placed my hands on my hips as he stumbled toward me, bending at the waist to catch his breath. “Rick… you – you gotta – she’s laying on the sidewalk. I-I-I think she – I think she’s DYING, Rick!”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about, Morty?!” I asked, suddenly flushed from head to toe with panic. I grasped his shoulders and shook, his small body flopping back and forth with each thrust and pull.

“There – t-t-there’s no time to explain, Rick! J-j-just follow me, okay?” He ran away in the direction he’d come and I followed.

About a quarter of a mile from the house, we approached the body of a woman lying face up on the sidewalk – just as Morty said. She was wearing athletic gear and had ear buds jammed in her ears. The volume of the music was so loud that it could be heard from a couple of feet away. Well, her eardrums must be shot to shit, at least, I thought as Morty toppled to the sidewalk beside her, picking up one of her arms to shake it violently in an effort to rouse her.

“HURRY THE – THE FUCK UP S-S-SHE MAY BE DYING OH MY – OH MY GOD!” Morty screamed like a lunatic as I slowed my pace and approached in the most nonchalant manner I could manage.

“Ugh, cut the dramatics, w-will ya Morty?” I groaned. No sooner had the words left my mouth, she giggled. Relief washed over me and I felt my spine loosen as I drew closer, standing directly over her. Her eyes were wide open and she squinted as I blocked out the sun. “Well, l-l-look at that, Morty. She lives!”

“Go away,” she said. “Let me fry my retinas in peace.”

“Yeeeah, nope,” I replied as I bent at the waist to grab her arms and tug. Thankfully, she found the strength to coax her body upward, making it much easier to pull her into a standing position before wrapping my arms around her thighs to hoist her up and over my shoulder. She was as limp as a rag doll and I could feel the pounding of her heart against the back of my shoulder as I tightened my hold on her thighs with one arm and dug in my coat for the portal gun with the other.

“I’m fine, Morty. Just got a bit overheated,” she spoke as her upper body dangled down my back. Glancing toward Morty, I saw him standing within an inch of her face, his face etched with worry.

“Are you kiddin’ me? Y-y-you’re less than half a mile from the house,” I scoffed. The concern I’d been attempting to keep at bay began to creep back with a vengeance. Something had happened to her and I had my suspicions on what.

“I s-s-saw you while walking – when I was coming home from school,” Morty added. I felt her body stiffen with this new information – that she’d been lying on the sidewalk for hours. Then, she giggled again. Suddenly struck by the recollection that she tended to giggle when she was nervous, upset or unsure, my concern spiked higher as I pulled the trigger on the portal gun and carried her through.

As we emerged in the den, I felt her warm breath penetrate my lab coat and sweater as she forcefully sighed in relief directly against my back before she spoke.

“Just toss me on the bed.”

Doing exactly as she instructed, I cringed as I witnessed her body bounce once on the stiff mattress. Real smooth, Sanchez, I thought as I exited the room, leaving Morty behind.

Scrapping the plan to drag Morty along with me while looting that evening, I skulked to my bedroom and flopped down on the cot to think.

I was certain that she had suffered some type of seizure or episode of unconsciousness while her brain struggled to recall and interpret the memories of assimilation. I had never witnessed this myself but several beings I had tracked down years prior had explained similar instances when memories would flood back suddenly without warning. Most of the time, the assimilated memories would mash together with other memories of the being’s past as a way for the brain to catalog the additions in an acceptable manner. Usually these episodes would last between minutes to hours at a time and the beings would return to a normal state of consciousness afterward with the memories sorted and cataloged accordingly. So, she would probably be fine.

Right?

Throwing an arm over my eyes, I willed my brain to shut down. I hadn’t had a decent sleep since arriving on Unity’s planet so a nap wouldn’t hurt. Before I could even begin to drift off, however, the familiar sound of the 20th Century Fox intro drifted through the thin walls along with her voice, mingled with Morty’s and Summer’s. Groaning, I tried to ignore it and even managed to doze off for about an hour before the sound of Jerry’s voice joined them and I gave up entirely. So, exiting my small room to join them as well, I plopped down on the armchair and fixed my eyes to the screen.

In my peripheral vision, I saw her quickly glance in my direction before focusing her attention back on the B-rated horror film. I’d remembered her and Beth watching this particular movie over and over when they were in high school, laughing their asses off each and every time. What the fuck was it called? At any rate, it didn’t much matter as it was just another of a series of movies featuring some killer doll with red hair and a butcher knife super glued to its hand or something. And, after about an hour of this shit feature film, Beth walked through the front door looking completely beat.

“Don’t tell me you’re watching Bride of Chucky again,” Beth laughed as she flopped down on the sofa next to her best friend.

“Bethany, my love, you know this is your favorite movie as much as it is mine. And, this is the special anniversary edition,” she replied, never taking her eyes from the screen.

“You know, you two would, like, totally be called lesbos in school these days,” Summer said from the love seat, tapping away on her phone.

“Who said we weren’t when we were in school?” Beth retorted with her eyebrow raised.

“Yeah,” Jerry joined, sounding defeated, “even when your mom was pregnant with you, everyone thought I was just the sperm donor.”

She and Beth both laughed while Morty and Summer cried, “EWW,” in unison. I, however, audibly scoffed and she threw me a sidelong glance before quickly darting her eyes back toward the screen.

“Do you want me to make you something for dinner?” she asked Beth.

“Nah, I stopped by McDonald’s on my way home and rammed ten chicken nuggets down my throat while driving.”

“Sexy,” she replied as Beth hauled herself up from the sofa to head toward the bathroom.

“I just need a long, hot bath and a box of the finest red,” Beth assured as she disappeared down the hall.

As the night wore on, everyone shuffled from the living room to other areas of the house. By the time she inserted the final DVD – some shitty zombie affair – she and I were the only ones left. When the menu appeared on the screen, she took her place back on the sofa to lie down, ignoring me throughout the entire process. Just as she settled down and appeared comfortable, the overwhelming concern I had attempted to stuff down made a reappearance and I couldn’t fight the urge to confront her any longer.

Rising from the armchair to approach the sofa, I closed each hand around her ankles and moved them toward the floor. Once she had adjusted herself into a proper sitting position, I took a seat next to her. Instead of acknowledging me, as I hoped she would, she continued to ignore me, pressing play on the remote control.

“What – uh – w-w-what happened out there?” I asked, raising my voice slightly to be heard over the volume of the television. Rolling her eyes, she pressed the pause button and turned her body to face mine fully. The look of utter annoyance on her face was enough to convey that my earlier words had affected her more than she had initially let on.

“I don’t know, Rick,” she began, her tone icy but determined. “I had some kind of mental meltdown, I guess. Let me ask you something. Have you ever been assimilated by an alien hive mind that’s determined to make its former lover confess it wants to bang someone else? ‘Cause I gotta admit, that was a first for me and my tiny inferior human brain is having just a little bit of trouble processing the onslaught of confusing memories of what said hive mind did to AND with my body when I had absolutely no control. Do you even realize that Unity doesn’t completely eliminate the original consciousness of its victims? I was still in there, the entire time, and there was nothing I could do! I was completely trapped! I was essentially raped and, since you had no idea that I wasn’t really me, so were you! How is this not affecting you, Rick?! Are you really so disconnected from anything human that you don’t realize – or don’t CARE – what exactly happened or the type of manipulation that was forced upon both of us?!”

She was breathing heavily, her voice thick with emotion, as she glanced around the room to make sure that the rise in her tone hadn’t attracted the attention of anyone else in the house. When her eyes settled back on me, she allowed them to roam my face for several seconds as she awaited my response. But, before I could even begin to form one that could accurately convey the guilt that was eating me alive over what had occurred, she got up and left. Without another word or even a second glance, she was gone.

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Two hours later, as the movie she’d inserted prior to her departure automatically resumed, I was taking another swig from the vodka bottle I’d dug from my emergency stash in the garage when my cell phone rang. Ignoring it at first, I let it go to voicemail. But, when it immediately began to ring for the second time, I sighed and dug it from my lab coat to check the caller ID. It was Beth and I already knew what she wanted.

“What is it, sweetie?” I asked as soon as I tapped the answer icon on the screen. Judging by the loud heavy metal music blaring in the background, they must have gone to the new biker bar that had opened the previous week.

“Dad, you have to come help me. Please! They’re so drunk, there’s no way I can get them home by myself!”

“Ugh, okay. I’ll be there in a second,” I replied, already removing the portal gun from my coat.

“No, no. You know how Jerry feels about going through portals,” she shouted over the music, already guessing my plan. “He’s still terrified that he will be turned inside out after what you told him!”

“If he’s drunk, he w-w-won’t know the difference, sweetie. I’ll just pull – push him through and he’ll be fine.”

“Dad, I don’t ask much from you – ”

“Beth, listen to me. I’m portaling there now. Just – j-j-just make sure –”

“No, you listen to me! I need your help and you’re going to come here and provide it! You can get here by portal but you have to ride back in the car with us.”

“Why do I need to do that?!” I asked, raising my voice in frustration. The last thing I wanted to do was ride home with Beth’s idiotic husband falling asleep and drooling on my shoulder.

“In case one of them needs to puke, Dad! Look I can handle Jerry. Can you please just come and help me with – ”

“Yes!” I answered, a little too enthusiastically when I knew I wouldn’t be taking care of Jerry after all. Reigning myself in, I continued, “Yeah, I-I-I’ll help you with your friend, Beth. But, that’s it.”

“Okay, fine. Thanks, Dad.”

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“Where’s my money, chump?!” I heard her scream triumphantly as she bent over what appeared to be a chess board with an incredibly large biker man leaning over the other side, a scowl firmly etching his burly features.

“You gotta be KIDDING ME!” the large man bellowed from across the table. “You’re smashed! How are you cheating? I know you are!”

She mumbled something under her breath as she cradled her head in her hands. She was much more drunk that I had anticipated and I smirked as I approached her from behind.

“What did you say to me?” the large man asked, standing from his stool and leaning over further while placing his hands flat on the table.

“Uhh, she said nuttin’ s-sir,” Jerry slurred next to her before she forcefully shoved him away, stood from her stool, as well, and slammed her hands on the table.

“I saaaid… SUCK MY DICK, BITCH!” She dissolved into a fit of adorable giggles as the large man across the table contorted his face into an expression of pure shock. Deciding now was the time to end this little encounter for her own good, I curled both hands around her shoulders and pulled her away.

“Oookay, little miss – miss drunky poo. Time to – to grow the fuck up before you get your ass kicked.”

“Get your hands off me!” she shouted, trying to shake me off but only losing her balance, causing me to wrap my arms around her waist to keep her from falling flat on her ass.

“Hey, the lady said to let her go,” the large man said as he made his way around the table toward us.

Yeah, good attempt at – uh – chivalry there, Butch or Bear or-or-or Big Bass. What the fuck ever,” I retorted, possessively tightening my hold on her waist.

“Skinny man, you’re about to get a whoopin’ like you ain’t never –” the large man began before Beth stepped between us. She could be such a badass when the situation called for it and I couldn’t contain my grin of pride.

“Hey, hi there. This man is my father and he’s just trying to help me get my very drunk husband and friend home in one piece. So, thanks Mister uhh…”

“Toby.”

“Toby. Right. Thanks for humoring my friend here, Toby. I’m sorry you lost so much money to her but, you know… bye now.”

“Hey!” Toby called as I continued pulling her backward toward the door. “What’s your number?”

Fat chance, I thought as I kicked the door open with my foot and yanked her outside with Beth shoving Jerry right behind us. Once again, that delightful giggle bubbled from her chest as I roughly turned her around and hoisted her over my shoulder for the second time that day.

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Again, her body was as limp as a rag doll as I carried her toward Beth’s car. And, again, I could feel her warm breath penetrating the layers of clothing as she continued to giggle directly against my back.

“I love you so-ssooo much, Beff,” Jerry slurred as Beth directed him toward the passenger side door.

“Yes, Jerry. I know. I love you, too.”

“You always been my dream girl,” he continued, throwing his arm around her neck and going in for a kiss, tongue first. Beth quickly turned her head and leaned back as far as she could while in Jerry’s vice grip.

“Ugh – sheesh, Jerry.” I chimed in, rolling my eyes. “Is – is that the line you fed her the night you knocked her up?”

Avoiding Beth’s death glare, I felt a snicker against my back as Jerry fell on his ass while trying to climb into the passenger seat. Beth groaned in frustration and bent down to try to pull him up by the armpits.

“Oh, you – uh – think that’s funny, huh? Little miss one and done,” I commented.

“Had more than one. Had a bunch!”

“Oh, t-t-that’s impressive. Now, let’s get you in the car before you – before it’s barf city down my back.”

After opening the door to the backseat, I leaned forward and loosened my grip on her thighs. As her body slid up into a standing position before me, she slumped forward to press her face just below my collarbone in an attempt to remain upright. She was breathing heavily and I suppress a moan as she tilted her head upward just enough so that her hot breath wafted across my neck. Grabbing her biceps, I attempted to peel her from my body and maneuver her into the car, however, it seemed she had other plans when both of her arms slipped under my lab coat and wrapped tightly around my torso. Going completely rigid, my mind raced as I considered my options, which where few.

I could forcefully pry her arms from my torso and shove her into the car. Or, I could attempt to gently coax her. As I was weighing the pros and cons of each option, Beth became impatient and wasn’t shy about expressing it.

“Dad, what’s taking so long?” Beth asked while leaning out the window of the driver’s seat. Luckily, we were on the opposite side of the car and her view was limited to the top of my head.

“Uhh, j-j-just a second, sweetie,” I replied, my voice wavering slightly as she squeezed her arms around me tighter and took a deep breath. Having chosen for me with her possibly unintended affection, I settled my chin on top of her head and said, just above a whisper, “Come – come on, baby. Can you let me – can you be a good girl for me and get in the car?”

Stiffening slightly, she simply nodded against my chest. Then, settling a hand on her lower back, I walked her backward toward the open door. When her ass bumped the side of the car, I slid my hand from her back and placed both hands on her hips to gently push her from my body and turn her sideways, lining her up with the opening. I then slid my hands slowly up her body – making sure to mentally catalog each curve as they roved – until one was again on her lower back and the other settled on the back of her neck. Pushing slightly to coax her to bend at the waist, I then pushed her inside. Once seated, she scooted all the way to the other side of the backseat cabin, behind Beth, and slouched against the headrest before I situated myself into the small space behind Jerry.

“Finally,” Beth grumbled, starting the car and putting it into gear. Jerry was babbling away in the passenger seat like a moron, as usual.

“Hey, Jerry. Mind – uh – moving the seat up so I have more than two inches of leg room?” I spat, pounding Jerry’s headrest from behind with my fist. Jerry groaned and flopped forward, banging his head on the dash.

“Dad! If you make him barf in my car, I swear I’ll make you clean it up! And, I mean the old fashion way. No gadgets or cleaning bots or whatever.”

Without replying, I leaned forward to reach the electronic seat controls in the middle console, pressing the button to move Jerry’s seat up all the way. And, as I leaned back – without a second thought on what the fuck I was doing or the potential consequences – my hand casually caught her forearm and tugged. Her upper body flopped to the side to rest against my arm, her head on my shoulder. And, as she peered up at my face, I pulled my arm from under her, swooped it around her neck, and used my other hand to grab her thigh and pull until she was flush against me. When she snaked one arm around my back, one around my torso, and sank further into me with her head resting on my chest, I slid my hips forward to lean further back in the seat so that her position was more comfortable.

What the hell was I doing? My daughter and son-in-law were no more than three feet away and here I was – pulling their best friend and twin sister into a forced embrace. But, she wasn’t resisting. In fact, she seemed to be reciprocating. Because she’s drunk, you fucking pervert, my better angel spoke from the shoulder her head wasn’t resting against. Glancing down at her, I could only make out the outline of her body in the darkness as she wiggled in even closer, curling the fingers of the arm behind my back around the fabric of my sweater in the same manner as when we were watching television with Unity. And, even though that hadn’t been her, the memory sparked and ignited that all consuming passion for her within me once more that couldn’t be extinguished with something as silly as logic.

Noticing I still hadn’t removed my hand from her thigh and that my thumb had absently been rubbing back and forth across her jeans, I once again gave in to my base urges. Gliding the arm around her neck to her lower back, tracing my fingers down her spine along the way, I curled it around her waist to rest my hand on her hip. At this point, her breathing had become heavy and I could tell that she was turned on, which only served to encourage me. Again, the little voice on my shoulder screamed that she was intoxicated, but somehow, I couldn’t seem to care.

Gently squeezing her hip, I pulled her even closer. The hand I had planted on her thigh tugged until her leg was draped over mine and I began to rub slowly up – my thumb sliding smoothly in the junction where her thigh met her hip – and then back down to her knee. She exhaled a shaky breath and fisted her hand in the back of my sweater in response, seeming to urge me on. That is, until my hand made its next journey up her thigh, her body stiffened and jerked as she craned her head up from my chest as if she were attempting to see if Beth or Jerry had spied our secret encounter in the backseat.

Tightening my hold on her, I racked my brain for a way to quell her fears before realizing it was much too quiet.

“Hey, Beth – sweetie. How about t-t-turning on some music?”

Beth complied as she came to a stop at a red light. Jerry began singing along, swaying this way and that in the front seat. The light turned green and as Beth began to speed up, I pressed my lips to her hair and slid my hips further forward, sinking us both low enough that I could speak directly into her ear.

“Relax, baby,” I whispered. “T-t-they can’t hear us. Don’t – it’s okay.”

She did relax slightly and I took that as my cue to continue, slipping a hand under her t-shirt to dance my fingers along her ribs before tracing the underwire of her bra. Releasing a shaky whine, she tightened her arms around me as the hand on her thigh made another journey upward – my thumb ghosting her crotch as it slipped once again between the juncture of her hip and thigh.

“Rick,” she sighed, barely audible above the music.

Pressing my lips to her hair to suppress another moan, I could only reply with, “Hmm?” as my hand, never ceasing its motion, made its way back toward her thigh and repeated the same maneuver. Only, this time, I applied pressure with my thumb as it slid over her clothed cunt.

Her reaction was immediate and so fucking satisfying as the hand she had wrapped around my chest flew to her mouth to suppress a moan of her own. Pressing my lips to her hair once more, I took a deep breath to steady myself as my cock responded in turn – steadily swelling with each thunderous beat of my heart.

And, I continued to roam her body – one hand on her thigh that continued to add more pressure with my thumb each time it found its way between her legs and the other taking its place back under her shirt to trace invisible patterns on her ribs. Soon, however, I needed more.

All the years I’d known her, the most intimate form of physical contact we’d shared were two hugs that she’d forced upon me – one after I’d danced with her at Beth and Jerry’s wedding and the other after I’d beat the shit out of the douche bag who had tried to take advantage of her in the backseat of his shitty car. Prior and even after that, it consisted of my arm around her shoulders for photos or her hand lightly touching my arm to gain my attention when I was too wrapped up in work to notice when she or Beth would call for dinner. As time went on, I shied away from even the most innocent touches as my infatuation for her began to bloom and grow. I was a better man then, I supposed. I was the type of man to deny myself carnal pleasures to protect someone innocent and pure, no matter how cliché it seemed. Now, though? Now, I was just another piece of shit who was too weak to deny himself further. Even if she seemed willing now, how was I to know it was genuine? The last time I thought she was willing, she wasn’t even herself and I hadn’t even noticed. Her body may not be occupied by a hive mind parasite at this moment, but she was intoxicated, which – let’s face it – was probably worse. But, still, I needed more.

She flinched when she felt me shift beneath her, but I leaned the side of my body that she was resting upon just enough so that the hand on her thigh could reach her other leg, which I nudged outward to spread her legs further. Once satisfied with its positioning, I moved my hand back to her other thigh and tugged it further into my lap. Her legs now adequately spread to my liking, I hummed against her hair in a relaxing manner while placing my hand directly between them, cupping her clothed cunt in my palm. When she gasped, I chuckled and began to slowly but firmly rub my palm up and down the jean covered mound. The heat radiating from her sex warmed my fingers delightfully as she issued a moan, which she attempted to mute by pressing her face to my chest. Absolutely thrilled with her responsiveness thus far, I pressed my middle finger hard enough to sink between her covered labia and, with the way her hips jerked upward to seek more contact, put direct pressure on her clit.

“Mmm, want – want more? I whispered and she quickly nodded in affirmation.

When I pressed my middle finger again, she angled her hips upward and began to grind against my hand. And, we continued the motion – press and grind – over and over until she was panting and softly grunting with her face still pressed to my chest. I could tell she was close as the rhythm of her rolling hips faltered and her entire body began to tremble. I applied more pressure – deeper and faster – softly mumbling encouragement and praise against her hair that I was sure she couldn’t hear over the music but I couldn’t care. She was so close. I was going to make this beautiful woman cum with the most basic form of stimulation.

Then, Jerry woke up with a start, causing to Beth flinch and focus her attention in his direction. The spell now broken, I immediately pulled my hand back and sat up a little straighter in the seat.

“Ooohhh,” Jerry moaned. “I’m gonna – gonna puke. Beth, I’m gonna puke!”

“God damn it,” Beth sighed as she pulled over onto the shoulder. “I knew it.”

As soon as the car came to a stop, Jerry flung open the passenger door – triggering the cabin light to illuminate the debauched scene in the back seat – and projectile vomited on a dead raccoon.

To be continued...

P.S. Credit for the fully immersive inter-dimensional goggles goes to the lovely @porkchop-ao3 from her story Someone Else’s Shoes, which you can read on Ao3 under her username PorkChop.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez #fanfiction #sister smith series #manipulation

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savetheblackpaladin · 6 years

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Drabble with Shiro when he s/o leaves him alone with his 3 month old daughter for the first time?

OH my god, yes!!! 3 month old potato babies are such good babies!!! (I personally love young babies bc they’re trying to figure out EVERYTHING and they’re so SMART and they’re so SMILEY and I JUST LOVE BABIES OKAY)

Also because I can’t let this go, Shiro still has twin girls: Astrid and Hayden bc I’M WEAK

“Babe, we’re gonna be fine.” Shiro’s voice is soft and reassuring, even as you close the door again for the third time to give your darling twins a mournful look. How could you leave them when they’re so helpless! Look at them playing on the floor! They can’t even roll over yet!

“Shiro”, you sound anxious and you know it, “I don’t need to leave. It’s fine, I can just stay here and–”

“Nope!”, he interrupts, lightly shoving you towards the door, “I’m a grown man. I’m fully capable of taking care of the two humans I helped create.” While you definitely agreed you still couldn’t help but protest as Shiro managed to get you physically on the other side of the door and continued to ignore you. “Go out with Allura and Lance. Enjoy your spa day. Enjoy eating whatever restaurant they drag you to. Just…”, he paused to kiss your cheek, “I’ve got everything here, okay? I’ve been watching you be an excellent momma for three months. I won’t be as good as you, but I am their dad. I can handle two sweet babies for five hours.”

“Just last night you called them demons from hell…”

“Okay but that’s because it was two in the morning and my turn to feed. Now stop stalling and enjoy having a life!” You pouted but finally felt yourself giving in. Because no matter how much you didn’t want to leave your little ones, you desperately needed some time off.

Besides, if you couldn’t leave your girls alone with their own father then you’ve obviously made a wrong choice in who you let knock you up in the first place.

Which you didn’t because, come on, Shiro’s literally the best human in existence. Also he read more parenting books than you and was actually really good at getting them to take a bottle (which your sore nipples greatly appreciates on most nights). They were in the best care possible and yet…

“Okay but send me pictures–”

“On the hour, every hour.”

“And let me know–”

“I’ll basically be livestreaming via text.”

“Okay and if you can’t–”

“Babe!”, Shiro’s loud voice stopped your mini-rant and you gazed at him with wide-eyes, “Go. Have. Fun. Let me have quality dad-time with my babies. You can’t hog them. Now, go. That’s an order.”

You pouted but the sound of Lance’s car pulling up and Lance shouting ’Yeah, hi, I’m here to pick up a hot mom?’ made the choice for you. You gave Shiro one last kiss on the lips and slowly trudged through the snow towards your friends. You glanced back one last time to see Shiro giving you a thumbs up before Allura physically pulled you in.

They’d be okay. Yep yep! Of course they would! It was only your anxious parental instincts telling you otherwise.

Things were not fine.

In fact, as Shiro finally closed the front door behind you it was like a switch flicked on in the girls’ minds. They knew their momma was gone.

The crying was immediate and Shiro cursed under his breath as he crawled over, laying next to Astrid and gently shushing them both as he reached over to gently caress their soft heads with each hand. “Shh, shhh, shhhh, hey now…hey now….I know, I know…you miss momma….that’s okay, daddy’s here….daddy’s got you…yeah, that’s it! Wipe those tears!….Hey starshines!”

Shiro felt his heart soar as Hayden, who was farthest from his body, did her best to roll closer, her little hands reaching for her daddy but those traitorous back legs refusing to move with her tiny body. Astrid resumed playing with the toys dangling above her, content that one parent was close by and thus all was right in her world.

Shiro sighed. He could do this. Minor panic averted. His girls were just lonely. But that’s okay. He could lay on the floor for five hours.

Speaking of….”You girls want some tummy time?” Both girl’s looked over at the sound of his voice and ‘coo’ed, flailing their arms in excitement as daddy’s hands reached towards them, only to feel utterly betrayed as he flipped them on their tummies rather than pick them up. The monster.

Shiro maneuvered them so they were facing each other with a plethora of soft, brightly colored toys between them as he assumed a similar position beside them. “That’s it! Look, I’m doing it too! Isn’t this fun? Holding up our heads is totally fun! Gotta work those neck muscles!”

Astrid protested with a small cry. “Ooohhh, I know,” Shiro baby talked in response to her tears, “It’s soooo hard holding our head up but you gotta, baby girl. Yeeeah, I know, I know, it sucks…tell me all about it…yeah? That bad? Well you got like, 10 minutes, so keep telling me how awful this is.” He smiled as he watched his girls hold their heads up, his heart filling with warm pride as Hayden reached out to play with toys. Astrid continued to tell Shiro how awful this was but she was still so strong and when her 10 minutes of tummy time was up, he immediately scooped her up, giving her soft kisses and murmuring about how strong she was and how proud he was to be her poppa before he got a whiff of her dirty diaper.

“Oh…that’s why you were crying! I’m so sorry babygirl! Daddy didn’t realize you had a poopy diaper!,” Astrid continued hiccuping, pleased to be held but upset about the squishy in the diaper. “Say ‘Bad Daddy! Not checking my diaper!’ Yeah, I know. I’m the worst. Let’s get you cleaned up. You good Hayden?” Hayden glanced over at the sound of her name and giggled, happy to once again be on her back with her favorite butterfly stuffed in her mouth. “Yeah, you’re good. Play safe while I change your sister’s diaper.”

Baby Daddy™: just had successful tummy time. changed Astrid’s diaper. Hayden good

Baby Daddy™: lied, hayden let loose

Baby Daddy™: really let loose my god. Cleaned her up and changed clothes. All good

Baby Daddy™: no longer happy with play mat, put in stand-up bouncers with head support, both happy both bouncy

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: Bottle time!

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: they grow up so fast!

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: Operation Nap Time a bust, play time resumed

Baby Daddy™: They like my singing. Unlike you. I feel appreciated here.

Baby Daddy™: more tummy time. gonna tire them out.

Baby Daddy™: got fussy, put both in the bouncy sleep things to try and rock them to sleep.

Baby Daddy™: still determined not to sleep, it’s all good.

Baby Daddy™:

Baby Daddy™: angry babies but don’t worry, just fussy from not sleeping

You anxiously checked your phone again, the time on Shiro’s last text dated to two hours ago. You chewed your lip and shoved it back into your pocket. Allura’s voice was soothing as she pulled you into her arms, “He probably fell asleep darling. It’s all okay.”

You nodded and release the breath you were holding with a shaky sigh. You couldn’t wait to get home! But with snow on the road, it’s not like you could urge Lance to drive faster. No matter how much you wanted him to floor it.

It wasn’t that you had a bad time. In fact, you had a great time! You forgot how much fun it was to just relax with friends like there wasn’t a care in the world. But when Shiro stopped texting you, you felt your anxieties grow by the minute and now that your five hours were up, you couldn’t wait to hold your babies again.

After what seemed like hours, Lance finally pulled up to your house. “Here you are ma’am. Payment due is one more lunch date before the end of the week.” You smiled an leaned over the front seat to give Lance a kiss on the cheek, “Thanks for this Lancelot.” Lance flashed you a smile as you pulled back to hug and kiss Allura before exiting.

You felt like running to the door, but figured that would be rude to Lance and Allura. Like you were desperate to escape them rather than desperate to see your babies.

At the door you turned and waved, smiling as they both blew you kisses before driving away. Once out of sight, you frantically unlocked the door and called out, “Honey! I’m home!’, into the hall.

But there was no answer and you swallowed the lump of anxiety in your throat as you struggled to pull off your snow boots off. “Shiro?”, you called, and still no answer.

You quietly tiptoed into the living room and were greeted with a sight that nearly turned you into a puddle of happy gooey feelings. Sitting on the floor, back against the couch was your husband. His hands were clasped, your babies snuggled against his sides in the crook of his elbows, all three had their mouths open in silent snores, little drops of drool working their way into Shiro’s shirt. Shiro was surrounded by toys, blankets, the bouncers, and bottles. The struggle he had in getting them to sleep apparent.

You quickly snapped a picture and snuck your way out of the living room. After all, you couldn’t interrupt quality dad-time.

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