Requested by: BubbleRick 

Rick used: Bubblegum Rick

Theme: Pocket Mortys, accidental confession

Total word count: 658

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You were simply walking down a stray path of a random dimension, your 5 Mortys - Mortydrangea, Punk Morty, Miami Morty, Shell Shocked Morty, and Post Atlantis Morty - trailing behind you as you look at your MortyPad. You were simply looking for Mortys you didn't have yet when something caught your attention. A loud and audible pop. You sigh, turning around to see just who you expected. The fucker with the hat - that looks suspiciously like Dustin's from Stranger Things - that always beat your ass. But this time, you were prepared.

He simply stared at you with an emotionless expression for a moment before speaking up with another pop. "Let's hurry this up, I'm running out of gum." His words were rather blatant as his Mortys moved to the side of him, as well as yours to your side. You started out with sending out your Mortydrangea as the Rick stared at it in awe, surprise, and fear as he sent out his first Morty hastily.

You quickly took the other Morty down with a single move as you smirked at Bubbles. He was visibly scared, seen as his Morty only did about 30 damage to the 250-health Mortydrangea. He sent out another one, a paper Morty. Your Mortydrangea was a rock and you'd normally swap your Mortys so you had the upper hand, but you were confident this time.

Your Mortydrangea is dazed!

Bubbles finally managed to knock down your Mortydrangea, but he only had two Mortys left. You pull out your next best Morty, Miami Morty, as the Rick in front of you becomes flustered out of frustration and fear of losing. He's sweating and panicking as he quickly pulled out his next Morty, which was quickly taken down in a few moves.

Your Miami Morty is dazed!

That doesn't matter now. It's his one against your three. You were for sure gonna win this time. Three hits from your Post Atlantis Morty and he was done. Bubbles aggressively tapped his MortyPad, unaccepting of the fact that he just lost as you watched him do this with a smirk. He growled as he spat out his gum to speak properly, pointing a shaky finger full of rage at you. "H-How the fuck did you beat me that time?! There's no fucking way! You made me lose! You distracted me with your good looks and amazing intelligence, oh, not to mention the fact that you're incredible with tacti-" He snapped, yet stopped himself when he realized what he just said. His eyes grew wide as he stood frozen, his finger still pointed in your direction. Your smirk of victory soon faded as you were surprised by the words that were emitted from his throat. His face grew a deeper red the more time that passed, and you soon let out a giggle at how flustered he was getting. His face contorted in anger once more, still a tomato red.

"Sh-shut up! It's not my fault that a certain c-c-chemical reaction we call 'love' happened a-and it just so happened to be y-you that caused it!" he crossed his arms as he pouted, his blush simply darkening. You walked over and gave him a small peck on the cheek, smiling as you held out your hand to motion him to give you the shmeckles he owed you for losing. His eyes widened once more, waiting a moment before hastily and quickly pulling out another piece of gum, as well as 500 shmeckles. He put the gum in his mouth and placed the sack in your hands before quickly turning to speed walk off. You put the shmeckles in your pockets and giggled once more before continuing on your path to wherever it was you were heading. Your thoughts soon drifted off as you smiled like an idiot, a light blush of your own coming to rest on your cheeks.

God, he's so cute when he's flustered...