Welcome Home//Rick Sanchez X Reader

4) What do you want from me?

(still flash back)

You sit by your desk, writing down some lyrics for your song. You sigh and change a few words, feeling as if it sucked.

Then you heard something tapping on your window, so you look up and see Rick through the glass, sitting on one of his legs as he watches your every move with a smile on your face.

Rick was watching and listening to you singing, humming and writing, since you sounded so peaceful. He just enjoyed seeing you smile at your work.

You lightly blush and open the window, allowing Rick to come in, which he does. Rick points at his jacket which is still on you.

"Love it, don't ya?" you give him a small smile and nod "You should. It looks great on you." you shyly rub your left arm with your right hand, blushing a bit more.

"Thanks. It's a nice jacket." you answer, still kind of shy.

"So, where's BP?" Rick asks and walks over rti your bed, plopping down onto it.

"He's in his room with Abby." you state, sitting yourself down next to Rick, who moves his hand behind you, to your side, making you blush slightly.

"So, he's not gonna check on you any time soon, huh?" Rick asks. You shrug and look away.

"BP's overprotective. He checks on me every hour." you state with a sigh "He just never wants me to get hurt or try new things, because what if the new thing is dangerous? What if I get hurt?" you sigh again "He treats me like I'm a child. Yeah, I'm a teenager, but I'm not 4."

"Yeah. I hate that too. He just cares a lot, y'know?" Rick says with a part of his unibrow raised. You nod, but still slouch, feeling like a caged animal.

"I know, it's just... I want to be free. I want to try new things. I want to love my life to the fullest, since once we die, everything would most certainly just go black.

And if that's true, then I'd die doing less than I had hoped. I mean, you only live once..."

"Yeah, you're right. But don't let BP hold you down. If you want to do something, then do it. You don't know when next you'd ever get that chance again. You understand me?"

"Yeah. You're right... Good advice..." you sigh "R-Richard?" you glance at Rick who chuckles.

"Please, call me Rick." you lightly smile and nod.

"Yeah, ok. Rick, why didn't you just leave me alone earlier? That's what Squanchy, Revolio, Travis and Shirley did..." you say, dropping your smile "Why'd you stay?"

Rick drops his smile a little and shrugs. Your grip on his hand grows a bit stronger, yet you don't even notice. Rick sighs.

"Well... Sometimes, BP would talk about how kind and thoughtful you are, but he'd always mention how we're not allowed to talk to you or try anything.

I get it, he cares a lot, but I think we're allowed to talk to whoever we want."

"Exactly." you agree with a small smile "If only I had the guts to tell BP that." you and Rick chuckle silently.

"Hey, if you ever need back up or want another jacket of mine." Rick teases, making you giggle "You can call me." he pulls out a pen, taking your hand in his.

Rick rolls up your sleeve, then write down his number, causing you to blush. Rick unrolls the sleeve, lifting your hand to his lips.

He gently blushes his lips on the back of your hand, making you blush like crazy and feel a small knot in your stomach.