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[114] Rick Sanchez || Rick and Morty

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(This is a part two to the first Rick imagine, but it can be read on its own!)

It's been a week since the inter-dimensional incident where you were essentially kidnapped alongside Rick and Morty and taken to the Citadel. Morty has been over twice since then for tutoring, but any attempt at his homework always dissolves into him telling you more stories about his adventures with Rick.

Just hearing the name of his grandpa makes you scowl. You love the Smiths, but Rick is the one member of the family you can't get along with.

At the behest of Summer, you were currently packing an overnight bag. She'd begged you to come over and stay for the night because apparently Rick and Morty have 'marital problems'.

You don't want to know what she means.

When you arrive at the Smith's residence, a glowing blue light emanates from beneath the closed garage door. It flashes softly, piquing your interest.

Your curiosity quickly got the better of you, and you left your bag in your car as you wandered over to the garage and leaned down to pull the heavy door up.

It creaked something awful as you did, grunting with exertion. You pushed it up enough to duck under and into the garage, the heavy door holding its position.

The first thing you saw was Rick's bare back, lean muscles taut as he fixed something on the bench in front of him. He was an old man, of course, not ripped in the least. You could even see a few bumps on his upper back from where his spine protruded from his pale skin.

The next thing you saw was a sci-fi style gun pointed directly between your eyes.

Squeaking softly, you raise your hands in a surrendering motion, watching as Rick glowered at you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing in my garage? When did I ever permit you to just barge in?"

Despite the gun still pointed at your head, you had to fight the urge to let your eyes roam. For a seventy-year-old man, he was still pretty fit. And the missing shirt and lab coat certainly didn't do you any favours.

"Erm," You choked on your words, glancing downwards for just a second. The brief sight of light blue hair at the hem of his pants had you blushing like a damn tomato.

A soft whirring sound indicated Rick had disarmed the gun, chucking it on the bench by the wall.

"My eyes are up here, sweetie." The cocky smirk he wore was evident. The arrogant bastard was smug as hell to have caught you checking him out.

It took everything in you to not insult him, instead choosing to roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. "Put a shirt on, no one likes to see a senior citizen half-naked."

Rick scoffed. "It's my garage, and you're the one eyeing my pubes. Now fuck off, I'm sure Summer is dying to watch Mean Girls with you and gossip about who's got the biggest dick at her cesspool of a high school."