vomit intimidates his esophagus so he belches. chaotic and booming and erratic his body racks in waves. with the hand morty holds he pulls the kid to his knees, both awkwardly postured to fit the suddenly claustrophobic ship. rick isn’t sure if he’s about to pummel his grandson into a bloody pulp or if he’s going to hold him there and devastate his guts with animalistic ferver.

he only kisses his half naked grandson on the forehead and suggests he clean up and put his pants on before slipping behind the wheel.

“flattery gets you everywhere, baby,” he hisses sick sick tenderly sick sick.

manipulative bastard. 

addled affection - bicboy - Rick and Morty [Archive of Our Own]

"Fuck, Morty, I’m a ter - I’m a terrible father, fuck - "

"Y - yeah, Rick, you - you kinda are," Morty muttered, though he didn’t pull away, instead clutching at him tighter.

"Sh, shit, Morty, way to make a guy f - feel better."

Even the Terrible - LouPF - Rick and Morty [Archive of Our Own]