Book of Ricks (Rick x reader)

Rick x Teacher! reader

"Dad, please."

"Ugh... alright Beth. I'll do it, BUut only this one tme."

"Thank you dad, I-" A car horn beeps.

"That's my ride I'll see you later!" She says as she gives her father a quick hug and hurries to the car that awaits her outside.

"I *urp* I can't believe I'm doing this..." Rick mutters as he takes his flask from his lab coat and downs it, emptying the container of its contents. Making sure he is super drunk so he doesn't have to deal with the "parent-teacher conference" he deems stupid and pointless.

"Morty, come on! Let's get this do- lets get this over with."

"Uh- coming Rick! I-i-i just need to uh...um b-brush my hair real quick."

The scientist cringes as he tries not to imagine what his grandson is really doing in his room.

'I bet you are you little pervert'

He thinks as makes his way to the garage to refill his flask and possibility drink some more.

-five minutes later-

Morty makes his way downstairs while buttoning his pants.

"O-ok Rick, I'm ready to go!"

"..."

"Uh, Rick? Where are you?"

He hears a groan from the garage. The one place his grandpa spends must of his time in when he not going on adventures. The boy mentally slaps himself for not looking there first while walking to the garage.

He notices Ricks head is on the table. 'He must have fell asleep' he attempts to wake him up.

"Rick? C-come on, get up. We're going to be late for the conference."

"Ugh...Mmorrty. Dun- dun't touch..."

"Rick, wake up! We're going to be late"  Morty tries, shaking him abit and raising his voice a little.

"Mc...mmmc nuggies. My mc nuggies Mmorty... Don't touch...."

"R-rick GET UP!" The boy shakes his grandfather violently.

"AHH! ssTTOOPPp!" Rick jolts awake and spazzes out, knocking over objects that lie on his desk and elbowing Morty in the stomach in the process.

Poor Morty collapses on the floor, holding his stomach. While an extremely drunk Rick crouches to his level in an attempt to comfort him.

"A-alright M-orgy uh- Morty, we'll go to the conference-thing now."

He says while patting his grandsons head.

Later

Morty shows Rick the appropriate classroom where the meeting will take place. Upon reaching their destination, they take their seats.

"Okay, Rick I uh- i probably should have told you this earlier, b-but Ms. (L/n) is a little rough around the edges and can be quite... you know... stubborn. J-just try not to argue with her or-or anything and this might go by quickly."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever" Rick grumbles as he takes a swig from his flask.

"I suppose you're Mr.Smith, right?"

Rick looks towards the direction of the voice, and notices you: Ms. (L/n).

He looks you up and down distastefully - from your (h/c) tied up in an updo - to your cream colored blouse and black dress pants, and down to your black flats.