blue isn't your color // rick x oc

one .

     <your pov>

     you stood outside of a gas station, cigarette in hand and lighter in the other. your backpack laid on the ground next to you as you loitered outside the gas station. the night sky was rather dull that night, only a few stars bright enough to pierce the clouds. the lighter flickered and you held it to the end of the cigarette, causing it to begin smoking. you took a deep puff of the cigarette and let it out slowly with a heavy sigh.
     as you smoked, a flash grabbed your attention. you paused, thinking about investigating the green glow. you walked over to the area, cigarette hanging out of your mouth, only to see a lanky man stumble out of a green... portal? though you were definitely interested in the portal, the man is what caught your attention. his hair was spiked up, seemingly messy but also not. he wore a lab coat and blue shirt, along with just some regular brown pants. the thing that caught you by surprise about him was the amount of blood gushing from his side.
     "oh shit," you exclaimed, cigarette falling out of your mouth, "you okay man?"
     he didn't reply. he simply fell to his knees, grunting and mumbling something you could only assume was a swearing mess of words. you ran over to the guy, pulled off your backpack, and grabbed some painkillers. you somewhat felt remorse as you let a few drop into your hand, then looked in your backpack for something for him to drink down with it.
     "sorry dude, all i've got is whiskey. hope that'll work," you mumbled. as you offered him the painkillers and whiskey, he snagged them both, popping the pills and nearly chugging the whole bottle. as you watched in somewhat awe, you remembered the dude's wound. you looked around frantically for some cloth, but all you had was your spare sweater. you quickly tore it and went to wrap the man's wound, and you felt him tense up when you moved his lab coat out of the way.
     his side had a giant gash in it. you winced slightly at the sight of it, and though there was very little light outside, it was still pretty gruesome. you took the bottle of whiskey and poured it on the wound, which caused the man to groan in pain. you felt somewhat guilty and wrapped your now-torn sweater around the wound, tying it tightly.
     "sorry, i'm not the best when it comes to this," you grumbled. the guy stood up and looked down at you. his eyes were like blue marbles, soaked in pain and sorrow, though you weren't sure why.
     "i guess i should say thank you," he mumbled. you looked at him, slightly confused. he seemed distracted. he had a bag over his shoulder, and he dropped it and began to rummage through it. you watched contently which earned you an annoyed look from the guy. he pulled out a weird contraption with a glowing green cylinder on top of it. you stood up as he did, and he sort of just looked at you over his shoulder.
     "well, where do you live?" he asked, uninterested. you were somewhat taken back by this, not exactly sure why he was asking.
     "um... i don't live far from here, just a few miles down the road," you replied. the guy must have been drunk or something as he rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. as you pulled out another cigarette and lit it, he pressed a button on the contraption and a swirling green portal opened up almost directly in front of you. your eyes opened wide, and you felt the man shove you slightly.
     "just step into the d-damn th-URRRRP-ing, i'll be behind you," he ordered, the tone in his voice somewhat freaked you out. you obeyed and stepped through the portal, only to suddenly be in front of a house you didn't recognize too well. you looked around the street and realized you lived in the house across from this one. you opened your mouth to ask how he knew exactly where your house was when he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the garage of the house.
     "what the hell?!" you yelled as you were somewhat thrown onto a large desk. the man began rummaging around in a box, leaving you to look around in awe at the garage. it was full of sy-fi gizmos and fun gadgets lying around everywhere. in your gazing, you didn't notice the guy pull out a syringe and stab it into your arm.
     "ow! geeze, before ya start jabbing me with shit, at least tell me your name first," you yelped.
     "fine," the man rolled his eyes, "the name's rick." he injected you with the liquid and you started to feel somewhat sleepy. your eyes drooped awkwardly as you rubbed your head.
     "mine's caydence, nice to meet you, i guess. are you okay?" you asked with sudden realization, "you looked like shit back there, man."
     rick grunted, annoyed. "y-you're not too pr-URRP-etty yourself, cat," taking off his lab coat and looking at the sweater. you tensed up at him calling you cat and his blatant insult, and as you were about to protest, you yawned fully. rick rolled his eyes again, then took off the sweater you had wrapped around his side. he took out another syringe and injected himself with it. he grunted then sighed, leaving you confused and somewhat concerned. your mother had always said that you had a good heart, but you felt it wasn't really true. rick cleared his throat and you snapped out of your thoughts again.
     "you can sleep on the couch, i guess," rick said, opening the door to the garage and gesturing for you to follow him. you stood up off of the bench, somewhat wobbly, and began to follow him. before you stepped into the house, you remembered to put your cigarette out, earning yourself an impatient grunt. you sighed lightly and followed him in.
     being in the house made you somewhat uncomfortable. you knew it wasn't your home and you weren't sure if anyone else lived here. rick gestured to the couch in front of you and cleared his throat. he seemed just as awkward as you, though he was more of a dick about it.
     "you can sleep here, and here's a blanket and pillow." he tossed you a thick wool blanket and a soft pillow. you looked at him sleepily and nodded, mumbling your thanks. even though your house was literally just across the street, your feet felt like they couldn't move anymore. you lied down on the couch and quickly fell asleep.

hi, a/n here. i've never written a fanfiction before so i hope this seems okay so far! sorry its an x oc and not x reader, i'll probably do one of those when this is done. feel free to give me some tips and suggestions to help me make this better!