Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

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By:qjuij

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It had been several months since your gut led you to answer the newspaper ad 'lab assistant wanted.' Your bachelor's in chemistry had to be put to use as fast as possible to get your parents off your back; the moment your degree touched your hands, you could already hear their voices in the back of your mind, endlessly asking, 'So what are your plans now?' 'You know you have to go to graduate school to have an actual career in chemistry, right?' Bullshit. There were plenty of things to do, mind you mom & dad. It was just hard to find jobs that actually interested you. Your few months at the gym as a desk clerk did not ease your appetite to know more about the world, so thank God was it the one time you decided to read the paper that you find a new job.

This odd but financially stable job you had now was deeply satisfying, the odd being how unconventional your employer was and the unhealthy dynamic he had with his family.
You had answered a simple ad in the newspaper to be a personal lab assistant to someone of the name Rick Sanchez. It didn't take much of an interview process to hire you (you think the interview would have been more of experiment related practicals and questions), in fact there was no sitting down in an office with a resume type of deal.
You remember that day clearly: you went to the designated address which happened to be Rick's and his family's house, and he took you on a very spontaneous adventure to see how you'd deal under pressure. Being who you were, the person that always rode with the tides and never let the sea sink her, you aced the interview through jack hammering her way between crowds of insect-like aliens and galactic federation security. Although everything was most certainly unexpected, you took the day like a champ; this definitely impressed Rick, and even better, added some new flavor to your post-graduate life.
Rick's grandson had always been the go-to number two when it came to the universal outings, but since your hire, Morty had slowly faded into the regular teenage life Beth and Jerry had always wanted for him. You could tell that it had slowly left an impact on Rick, as heartless as the man would try to act. Everyday you hoped your presence would keep him enough company.

Rick had never thought of looking for help outside of Morty's company until Beth finally sat him down and had the talk with him.
"Morty needs to start focusing on school, Dad. I love you, but he's not going to be a kid forever." The words still rang in Rick's ears till this day. He wants to go to college someday, what if he wants to start a family someday, I love you but as his grand father blah blah blah. Rick had a spot for Beth, but there was only so much he could listen to. He figured he might as well look for someone that isn't just a mental camouflage on his adventures, but someone that can compliment his thoughts and actions in this world. It was unlikely he'd ever find someone as smart as himself (unless he hired someone from the Citadel which could never work), so he did what anybody does when they're looking to find or sell.

Within that week, you came knocking on the door all bushy tailed and bright eyed for opportunity. Rick had seen you through the doorway and blinked a few times, processing whom he saw. He recognized that you were indeed a cute girl, but your more than eager attitude had caught his eye. Nobody was ever too excited to work in a lab all day, cleaning and rearranging tools. Your bachelors hadn't impressed him at all, considering paying thousands of dollars for an education was a waste in the mad scientist's eyes. Rick probably learned everything you learned in that four years by reading and touching electrons with his bare hands - what he really wanted to know that day was how well you handle uneventful situations.

Taking you for an adventure your first day was a great way to see if you were worthy enough to work with the smartest mammal in the universe, and you indeed proved yourself.
Rick was more than happy to give you the job, but had remained nonchalant in attitude as he usually did. You had given him probably one of the biggest hugs he had received in his life, which had thrown him off guard at the time. He had some sort of arrhythmia when you did that, so he shoved you into the shelf of the garage. The days and months following your day of hire were all filled of other-worldly experiences and work that made you pleased with where you were in life.
Rick had given you purpose, and to Rick you provided scientific assistance, and perhaps something else he didn't realize he appreciated.
Companionship. From the times you'd bust him out of an alien cop car, to just simply reading a book behind him in the garage, the older man refused to acknowledge that your presence settled something inside of him.