intellectuals (rick x reader)

the smith family dinner was wrapping up and one by one everyone was taking their plates to the kitchen. rick had asked at least three times to be excused so he could work on something in the garage, but beth refused because they had company. rick, morty, summer, and jerry had already finished eating and left the table, so you thought it'd be a good idea to wrap it up and check out the garage to see what was so important.

"the food was amazing beth, thank you so much for having me over." you said with a charming smile; getting parents to like you was your specialty.

"of course (y/n)! you're welcome back anytime you'd like." beth replied, still sitting at the table finishing up her plate.

you took your plate to the kitchen and rinsed it in the sink, then started your expedition to the garage.

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"s-shut up morty i'm trying to focus." rick said as he adjusted the wires of his latest gadget.

"i-i'm just sayin rick, like, alligators and crocodiles and stuff. they're just big lizards. b-big old lizards. and the regular ones, ya know, like t-the little ones, they shed their skin right?"

"morty are an idiot or are you deaf? oh wait, i know you're not deaf so you must be a fucking idiot. *burp* just leave me alone and use google n-next time you have a stupid question."

"geez okay okay, who shit in your cereal this morning." morty said, defeated as he opened the garage door to leave, coincidentally, just as you opened the door to enter.

"oh hi morty." you said, looking down at him with a small smile. you watched as his cheeks flushed red.

"h-hey (y/n), what are you d-doing?"

"i just came to see wha- woah what is all this stuff?" you pushed passed morty as he left and began to look around, amazed by all of the equipment and gadgets.

"hey hey! don't touch anything! there's some dangerous stuff in here alright. *burp*" rick set down what he was working on and grabbed the back of your shirt collar, pulling you backwards. "especially not that shelf." he said, pointing to the one you were about to go tinker with.

"summer said you were the smartest man in the universe, and i wasn't quite convinced until now." you said with a small smirk, still looking around in awe.

"oh so my first impression didn't meet your cute little neuroscientific expectations." rick teased, sitting back down on his stool.

"i'm just going to ignore the fact you called me cute, and no honestly. i was expecting someone more sophisticated, and maybe a bit more attractive." you teased back. two could play at this game.

"i wasn't talking about your physical appearance, i was commenting on- whatever fuck you, you know what i meant." he swiveled back around and began to fiddle with the wires again. "and expectations kill reality, so that's your own fault."

"i wouldn't quite say my reality was killed." you replied with a smile. "maybe beat up in an alley somewhere, but definitely still alive."

that one made rick chuckle. he pulled his flask out and took a swig, letting out a loud burp. "finally these dumbass kids bring someone over that isn't an asswipe. *burp* h-how'd you meet summer anyways?"

"well, uh-" you began, debating on whether or not to tell the truth.

"don't lie, i can already tell you're bad at it." rick interrupted, not looking up from what looked like a ray of some sort.

you chuckled. "okay okay. we met at a party a few weeks back." you replied in a coy tone, still walking around the garage and looking at all of ricks inventions.