intellectuals (rick x reader)

lil background info:
you're 24. you and summer had met a few weeks ago at a highschool party. you might not be in highschool anymore, but you definitely still know how to have a good time. you had been becoming quite close with summer and had been hearing countless stories about her grandpa's and little brother's intergalactic adventures. so when she invited you to dinner with her family, you knew you had to see what all the fuss was about.

*ding dong*

"i'll get it!" summer yelled, quickly making her way to the door and swinging it open. "hey (y/n)!" you smiled and hugged her before making your way in.

"good to see you summer." you said with a smile, looking around at your new surroundings. "you must be morty, i've heard a lot about you." you said to the pubescent boy sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in his lap. he whipped his head around and you made eye contact.

"o-oh yeah uhhh-" he stood up and turned around to face you. the bag of chips fell to the floor and some scattered along the carpet.

"not all good things, don't flatter yourself." summer interrupted in a bitter tone.

"m-morty! that's- uh t-that's me." there was a faint red tint to his cheeks and an awkward tone in his voice.

"awe look, he thinks you're cute." summer mocked with a mischievous grin, grabbing your wrist and leading you elsewhere.

"awe geez."

-

"mom, this is (y/n)"

beth was in the kitchen washing the dishes she had just used to make dinner. the blonde turned to you while drying off her hands.
"hi (y/n)! it's so good to finally meet you." she gave you a warm smile.

"where's dad and granpa?" summer asked.

"your father is upstairs doing god knows what, and i think your grandpa's in the garage."

"well you thought wrong."

you turned to see a tall, slender old man, wiping some purple goop off his hands with a towel.

"granpa rick, this is (y/n). she's staying for dinner." summer gestured towards you with a smile. rick looked you up and down, then turned away and began to look through the cabinets.

"aren't you a little old to be h-hanging out with a high schooler?"

you were a little taken aback by the question. "i'm only 24, and i think summer is mature for her age." you replied matter of factly. rick laughed and pulled down a glass, beginning to fill it will water.

"well i'd love to hear your definition of maturity." he took a drink. "rhetorical question. *burp* anyways, since you're old and everything y-you must have some lame job, right?"

you smirked a little. "i'm a neuroscientist."

"borin- wait, actually?" rick stopped what he was doing and looked at you, suddenly much more interested.

"yep. i specialize in the ethics and morality of human actions based off the waves of their brain. but i've also been dabbling in a cure for epilepsy." you stated as you leaned back against the counter.

"whatever, y-you lost me with the morals crap. why would you care why people act the way they do? it's not like it's gonna *burp* change how they act." rick pulled a flask out of his lab coat pocket and took a big swig.

"well, let me ask you this." you said, standing up straight and putting your hands in the pockets of your shorts. "what would you say is the purpose of life?"

"stupid question." rick replied almost immediately. "life has no purpose. we live, we rot, we die, end of story."

"well that's a bit cynical, don't you think?" beth said from the dinning room as she set the table.

"jeez, tough crowd." you said with a chuckle. "the purpose of life, to me anyways, is the experience of life itself. the human experience is based solely on the decisions we make and the circumstances we are given. so if i can get to the root of all these morals and decisions, maybe i can improve the experience."

rick looked you in the eyes for a moment, taking another drink of his flask before shrugging his shoulders and turning to walk off.

"interesting, but still dumb." he replied, putting his flask back in his pocket.

"don't mind him, he's always an asshole." summer said and put a hand on your shoulder.

"eh, just seems like a nihilist to me." you replied with a shrug.

the red head looked at you confused. "i'm just gonna pretend like i know what that meant. come on let's eat. my mom made lasagna."