Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

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By: pokey_jr
Warning: Public Masturbation, Phone Sex, SmutPlot, Second Person POV

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This story starts soon after you ring the doorbell to the Smiths’ house. Ringing the doorbell, and the dullness of your weekly routine isn’t the most important part. But when you think back on what got you into this mess, you find that a bit of context helps. So, you ring the doorbell. Summer answers.

“Oh, hey.” She doesn’t look at you. “Morty, your tutor’s here!” Summer is you from about six years ago, when you still had time to decide what you wanted to do with your life. Now, you’re a graduate student, locked into a field of study, but most importantly, debt. You envy Summer. Her family is relatively well-off. She’s seventeen, and only ‘thinking’ about applying to college, and community college at that. There’s no pressure for her. In the few times you’ve been over before to tutor Morty, you’ve heard her talk about taking a year off to travel around, maybe teach English somewhere they already know it well enough to make fun of her behind her back without her realizing. You wish you had that flexibility. Between your unrelenting schedule of lectures, labs, and field work for your dissertation, a trip abroad sounds like a lazy vacation.

Summer is still staring at her phone as she stands aside to let you in. You’ve only been to their house a couple of times before, so there’s still the awkward guest dynamic. You hover for a while before being invited to make yourself at home, grab something from the fridge, feel free to take a seat on the couch, watch tv. But you ignore that, for now. You sit at the dining room table, set your books down, and wait for your student. Morty is a good kid. Not particularly great at anything, but then most people aren’t. He’s average, and that’s not bad. Average is the majority. Average is reassuring.

His heart is in the right place, which in every other family should count for something, but in this house, it only seems to piss off his grandpa. Summer is a little better, having coasted through on her good looks and social demeanor. Beth and Jerry as a combo are unremarkable parents, though when you’ve spoken with her one on one, Beth can be disturbing and Jerry is less than mediocre. They balance each other out. The only loose end is Beth’s father, Rick. You’ve met him; it was brief and awkward introduction. After Jerry had enthusiastically announced to Rick that you were a graduate student in biology, the old man had just given you an appraising stare, then belched dismissively and walked out of the room.

After setting out the study materials, you pull out a book of your own while you wait. Again, in an unfamiliar place, it’s hard to concentrate. You’re trying to do some reading about coleoptera, just to catch up on where your sponsor wants you to be for the upcoming seminar. You’re planning to present some of the preliminary findings of your research on beetles-- an endlessly fascinating subject for entomologists and practically no one else.

About twenty minutes go by, engrossed in your reading. You finally look up and notice the clock. No sign of Morty, Summer has long since disappeared. Beth and Jerry should both be at work. Rick is a rare sight, usually choosing to make a few blunt observations about the worthlessness of your career path and then disappear into the garage, which you understand to be some sort of lab or workshop. He’s very territorial about it.

You close the book, only making a mental note of your page-- 42-- and head upstairs to knock on Morty’s door. This, you know, is a dangerous proposition. Boys his age have more pressing interests than math and biology. But he can’t afford to miss another week of class. You’ve been hired to try to catch him up on everything he’s missed from freshman and sophomore years, and you don’t like seeing people fail when you know they can do better.