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allthesethingswillendsoon · 1 month ago

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SUMMER LOVIN'

CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRST SUMMER

SUMMARY: It's the summer of 2019 and everything in Azzi's life has changed in a matter of months. But when she meets her new neighbor in Cape Cod, summer might just start to be her favorite time of year.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k PAIRING: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd WARNINGS: None (just Azzi being a little ball of anxiety) (Be warned this is barely proofread)

NOTE: Okayyy new series alert!!! Sorry for being MIA for so long I just wasn't feeling motivated etc etc. This series is gonna be a lot more fun and upbeat, I tried to match the banter and back and forth of some of my favorite writers on here. Also this is mostly just backstory, kinda like a prologue, so the rest of the chapters will mostly be set in the summer of 2024 or maybe 2025, idk it doesn't matter that much. I hope everyone likes this and isn't too disappointed that it isn't a Long, Long Time update. Thanks so much for reading and for all the support!!! I love getting feedback and comments and inbox stuff so feel free to leave that!!! Okay I hope everyone enjoys!!!!

JUNE, 2019

CAPE COD, MASSACHUSETTS

This was a new level of weird, like a whole new one. Actually, scratch that, not only was it a whole new level of weird it was a whole new plane of weird existence.

The Fudd’s didn’t own a ‘summer house’, that would be crazy, that couldn’t be real. When they went out for dinner, once in a blue moon, they got tap water and kids meals, and maybe a dessert if it was someone’s birthday. They owned one car, a worn-down, beat-up people mover, which smelt like a mix of vomit and jelly belly air fresheners. Their house was well loved and rent controlled, something they were thankful for each and every day. They were content with what they had. They were happy and they loved each other.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the case anymore - well the last bit was still definitely true. But ever since her mom got a new fancy job at a law firm and her dad got a promotion, a lot had changed.

Her family’s yearly income basically quadrupling had been the craziest thing to ever happen to anyone in the history of forever. With all the new money her parents were at a loss with what to do, so they went to a financial advisor person, who told them to ‘invest, invest, invest’, which they did.

One stock market thing after the other and suddenly her family had new cars and houses, and she could do twelve out of state college degrees debt free.

But it still didn’t feel real, it felt like a dream, or a mistake. Every day she expected for the IRS to come knocking down her door, taking all their money and belongings and locking all of it in a freezer - she still wasn’t sure what ‘frozen assets’ meant, but she swore it would happen to them.

Her parents had tried and tried to explain that they wouldn’t spend money that they didn’t have, that they were as secure as anyone could be, but Azzi wouldn’t hear a bar of it.

So of course, the existence of a ‘summer house’ had to be fake. But as her family pulled up to the massive, gated, shingled two story it started to feel quite real.

She stumbled out of the car, unsure of herself, the gravel of the driveway crunched under her squeaky-clean sneakers. Her dad handed her the baby pink suitcase she had picked out before they went to Europe - Holy fuck, she went to Europe.

She dragged her suitcase down the driveway and made her way towards the entryway. Her mom was already standing on the front porch unlocking the door, her squealing brothers behind her, eager to see the house. Azzi felt like she had been removed from her body, like she was simply a floating entity, watching from afar.

When the door swung open Jon and Jose sprinted inside, their footsteps and laughter ricocheting off the vaulted ceilings. Azzi stepped in slowly, she needed to be careful, what if houses in Cape Cod had floors that fell out beneath sceptical girls named Azzi, how was she to know?

After a few calculated steps inside she finally dared to look up.

Holy fuck.

It was beautiful, all of it, everything.

The front door opened into a hallway with two doors. On one side, an ornate doorway led to a fancy dining room and the other led to an office, both had big, solid oak tables, and nice chairs and glittery chandeliers.

She walked down further and was met with the biggest windows she’d probably ever seen in her entire life. But it was the view that struck her, the pool in the backyard, the sand dunes and the ocean, the sunrise settling on the horizon. It was beautiful, it looked like it had been plucked straight out of a postcard. Azzi wasn’t even that religious, but if you had told her God had spent his day off building that house, she would’ve believed it.

The living room had big, white, plush couches with mountains of pillows. The kitchen was decked out in white marble and gold appliances. It was a dream come true.

Azzi turned to her parents, who were standing behind her, anxiously awaiting to see what she would say. They were half-convinced she’d beg them to return the house, to save their money in case of an unforeseen complete economic collapse.

Instead, she squeezed them as tight as she could and through a few tears, said, “I love it.”

They went to bed a few hours later after eating chicken caesar salad for dinner. Her mom made them eat on the deck, she said it was called dining ‘alfresco’. Azzi knew that just meant to be snobby and eat outside, but she was happy to go along with whatever her mom wanted.

It turned out that eating alfresco really took it out of her - or maybe she was drained from the extreme levels of unnecessary anxiety she had been operating under for as long as she could remember, either or.

So immediately after dinner she went up to her room. It was a solid half the size of her room at their real house -god saying ‘real’ house felt so pretentious- but at least triple her room at their old house. It was on the left side of the house, her window right across from a window of their neighbor’s house. It had a white-tiled ensuite with a shower and a bathtub, something she planned to use everyday if she could. She even used the bath salts she brought, letting the warm water and rose scent relax her muscles and her mind.

At last she was ready to sleep. With her sleeping mask and bonnet on she tucked herself into the five billion count duvet and started to drift off. As sleep finally began to take over she heard something.

It was quiet at first, a subtle tapping. She rolled over, trying to get the sleep she so desperately needed.

Then it got louder, she realised her window rattling was causing the sound. What the actual fuck was making her window rattle?

She squeezed her eyes shut in annoyance, trying to ignore the impending sense of doom that had settled deep in her stomach.

Of course this would have to be how it ended for her. The universe couldn’t just give her one single thing. She was going to be murdered by some Cape Cod born-and-raised, white linen wearing, birkenstock loving freak who would use her guts as garnishes for acai bowls eaten alfresco; and there was nothing to be done about it.

Accepting her fate, she got out of bed and walked to the window, the freshly varnished hardwood floors cold underfoot.

She braced herself, opening the shutters, only to be confused at the stark lack of creepy murderer person at her window, and the bountiful amount of tiny rocks in her flowerbed.

What was most surprising was the teenage girl standing in the windowsill of the house next door, her arm out and ready to throw another tiny rock.

How was she going to be murdered from so far away? Bow and arrow? Gun? Was she actually going to be stoned to death? Like 1800s style?

Maybe she would just see where the moment took her.

Azzi knew that the shock was clearly etched onto her own face, but she knew that the expression on the other girl’s face showed she was more surprised than her.

They stared at each other in silence for a minute, the girl’s arm still locked in place. It was then Azzi realised she would have to speak first.

“What are you doing?” She whisper-shouted to the girl, wondering if her voice would make it past the seven metre gap between the houses.

“Uhhh trying to talk to you?” The girl whisper-shouted back, seemingly very unsure of herself.

“Why?” Azzi questioned, genuinely confused. Why would this random girl be interested in talking to her?

“I wanted to?” The girl responded, her voice pitched up at the end.

“Why are you saying everything as a question?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

The girl responded, frazzled to the max, “I dunno! Why are you?”

Okay. Maybe she had her there. Whatever.

Azzi answered honestly, “Um, actually I don’t know.”

Then she remembered the whole conversation started because her brand new neighbour was trying to kill her with a plethora of tiny stones, “Why were you throwing rocks at my window??”

The girl paused, looking slightly confused, “To talk to you. I said that, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But like, you don’t even know me. Also it’s the middle of the night, unless I die in the next like seven hours I plan on being here tomorrow.”

She contemplated Azzi’s statement, “Hmm… yeah, I didn’t really think of that. I just wanted to talk to someone my age.”

“How do you even know I’m your age? I could be like thirty-five or something? We’re in Cape Cod for god’s sake doesn’t everybody here drink botox for breakfast?” Azzi interrogated.

She went silent for a moment before a smile broke out across her face, “Yeah, I don’t think a lot of thirty-five year olds sing along to Ariana Grande to unwind.”

Azzi stiffened, she felt her face flush a deep pink despite the slight summer breeze cooling her skin, “You could hear that?”

The girl’s smile grew a little as she crossed her arms across her chest, “I’ll just say that you’re a very talented singer.”

“Oh my god I wish you actually were going to murder me.” She whispered to herself.

Well, she thought she whispered to herself, but she realised she must’ve said it a lot louder when the girl’s face contorted with genuine confusion, “What?”

Azzi tried to regain her cool, “Nothing”

She shrugged, seeming to accept Azzi’s mini soliloquy, before she asked (stated really), “Okay, well, meet me on the beach at sunrise.”

Azzi raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Why would I do that?”

She shrugged, her smug smirk never leaving her face,“Cause I’m oh so charming?”

“Hmm I wouldn’t classify tiny pebble window assault as a particularly charming thing to do.” She retorted.

“I guess you could argue that. Sleep tight, see you on the beach nice and early!” With that the girl gave a quick wave before closing the shutters and her window.

What just happened?

Azzi had had some weird interactions in her nearly seventeen years of living, but none had been able to match the incredibly niche awkwardness and confusion of her interaction with-

Wait.

What was the girl’s name? As a matter of fact, what did she even look like? The warm glow that had been coming out of the girl’s room had only allowed for Azzi to get the slightest idea of what she looked like, and the expressions that she was making.

The questions swirled through her mind at a thousand miles per minute. It was overwhelming, the amount of information she lacked about the girl she was apparently meeting at the beach for sunrise.

She steadied herself.

What was she thinking? Going to the beach to be alone with a complete stranger before the world would even wake up, and also without asking her parent’s permission?

Had her brain been completely scrambled? Had the girl thrown rocks at her so hard the force of it had sent her into a topsy-turvy dimension?

Azzi shut the windows and blinds before walking back to bed and taking a double-and-a-half dose of her melatonin gummy bears.

A little voice told her it was mean not to meet the girl on the beach, then she remembered she never even agreed to do it in the first place, and also, murder was still on the cards, maybe she was just biding her time.

Then at last she fell asleep.

Azzi didn’t even mean to wake up when she did. She didn’t set an alarm, she shut her blinds, she took more melatonin gummies than what was good for her. So when she woke up wide-awake and refreshed at quarter to six, she had no idea why.

She turned back over, trying to lose some of the day to sleep. After what could have been many gruelling hours, but was actually five minutes, of unsuccessfully squeezing her eyes shut, she acquiesced to the sleep gods and rolled herself out of bed.

There was a light chill in the air. Summer was not yet in full swing, with it only being early June and all. So she pulled on denim cutoffs, a purple tank top and an old quarter-zip.

She plucked her phone off her nightstand and put on her sandals. She slipped out of her room, closing her door as quietly as humanly possible.

Padding downstairs, she silently thanked the universe for allowing her to live in a house without steps that creaked under the lightest amount of pressure.

Azzi searched for a set of house keys before she found them inside a shell trinket holder on top of the hall console.

She unlocked the back door, wincing as the lock made a slight scraping sound.

It was still dark, but the sun was beginning to poke out above the sea horizon.

Only when she reached the back fence did she remember all the reasons she thought of the night prior as to why she shouldn’t go.

Then she figured, if this was how she was meant to go, she might as well just let it happen.

So she powered on, trying her hardest to ignore the grains of sand slowly filling up the soles of her sandals as the ground beneath her changed from grass to sand.

When she properly reached the beach she scanned the area, looking for the girl from the night before. She finally spotted her, or at least she spotted the only other person on the beach and figured that was good enough.

“So what’s your name?” Azzi asked as she plopped down next to the girl.

“Well Good morning to you too, sunshine.” She smiled, looking a bit amused by Azzi’s greeting in the form of interrogation.

They fell into silence, Azzi waiting for the girl to respond, and the girl waiting for Azzi to greet her.

Azzi looked at her, studying her face and all the details of her existence she had missed the night before.

She had long blonde hair, cascading over her shoulders, covered up by a big USA basketball hoodie. The lines of her face were sharp and soft at the same time, the curve of her jaw and cheekbones defined. What struck her most about the girl’s appearance were her eyes. They were a bright blue, and reminded her of the waves lapping against the shore only a few feet away from them. The girl was really, really pretty.

After two minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence the girl finally answered, “I’m Paige.”

She smiled at her, at Paige, “Cool, I’m Azzi”

Paige smiled back, “Nice name.”

“Thanks.”

They fell into pleasant chatter. Paige asked a lot of the questions and listened intently as Azzi answered. She laughed at the funny stuff, making witty comments as she listened. It kind of surprised Azzi how charismatic she actually was.

The sun had risen halfway when they fell back into their silence. In the process of their conversation they had unconsciously shuffled closer, sitting shoulder to shoulder as they watched the starburst-colored sky.

“It’s so pretty.” Azzi said in awe, eyes glued to the horizon.

“Yeah it is.” Paige agreed from beside her.

It was nice, just sitting there together, the both of them watching something beautiful happen at the same time.

They talked and talked and talked as the cool morning air gave way to the warmer summer heat, and the sun rose high into the sky.

Azzi learnt that Paige had been born rich, that her dad was the son of a big investor who grew up to become a crazy successful software engineer. She learnt that she was from Minnesota, that she had three half-siblings that she adored. She learnt that she wanted to play basketball at college, but that she wanted to help people in some way when she graduated.

“Well I should probably get back, lots of unpacking to do.” Azzi said, realising it was almost eight-thirty,

“Yeah of course,” Paige paused in contemplation before she added earnestly, “I’m glad you came down Azzi.”

“I’m sure you are.” Azzi quipped, then she bumped her shoulder against Paige’s, rolling her eyes good-naturedly, “Yeah, I’m glad too I guess.”

She stood up, brushing as much sand off of her as she could as she made her way off the beach.

“See you later!” Paige called, waving her arm, smiling.

“See you!” Azzi yelled back, her smile bigger than it had been in a long time.

NOTE: I hope you guys enjoyed!! Thanks so much for reading!! As always feel free to leave reactions and feedback and questions in my inbox!

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brokentrafficknight · 1 year ago

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Can we please get more Wolf Faunas Summer?Please?

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #taiyang xiao long #ruby rose #summer rose #lancaster #yellow rose #summer lovin'#wolf!faunus summer #wolf!faunus ruby

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howlingday · 4 months ago

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Taiyang: I named her Ruby.

Summer: It suits her.

Taiyang: I'm... I'm scared for her.

Taiyang: It's just... I know the stories about how she'll be this incredible hero people will look up to, and I know that I won't always be there to protect her.

Summer: (Brushes Ruby's hair)

Ruby: (Stirs, Squints with silver eyes)

Summer: It's okay to be scared, though there is no reason to worry. I will always be there to watch over her, and I will protect her. After all, she is our daughter, and I will allow no harm to come to any child of both man and goddess.

#rwby #keah #keahcreations #summer rose #summer lovin'#summer lovin #ruby rose #taiyang xiao long #summer goddess au

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 11 months ago

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Raven: *throwing a shirt at Qrow* Cover them up, Slut.

Raven: *tearing Tai's Shirt off* Don't cover these up, Slut.

Tai + Qrow: Hey!

Summer: Raven! I do not appreciate you undermining my authority!

Raven: ...

Summer: Neither of those Sluts may cover them up! Qrow take your shirt off!

#rwby #team strq #rwby pheonix #pheonix #hummingbird #rwby hummingbird #summer lovin'#rwby summer lovin'

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buckets-and-trees · 8 months ago

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Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x curvy!female reader Word Count: 3.6k Summary: A first date with your neighbor Bucky Barnes.

Content Warnings: modern AU, smut, vaginal fingering, hand job, vaginal penetration, sex in a semi-public place

Logistical Notes: Another entry for @witchywithwhiskey's Slasher Summer Writing Challenge (drive in setting, dialogue prompt in bold/italics), a verrrrrry late entry for @bigtreefest Essie's Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration (public sex/trying not to get caught) (and shhh, Essie said I could be as late as December, but this is just/only Labor Day Weekend), and week 13 of @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer (free week).

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You didn’t want to watch this scary movie. Scary movies were not your thing.

But you didn’t know that the local drive-in movie place was doing Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays - a double feature night with a different rom-com and slasher fic every week when you said yes to your stupid hot neighbor Bucky Barnes. He’d asked if you liked drive in movies and if you’d go with him, and you hadn’t thought even a second before accepting.

Bumping into him throughout the building since you’d moved in last spring, sure, it was problematic to have a crush on a neighbor, but he was stupid hot.

Which made you do stupid things - like accept a date with him.

You canceled plans that you’d already had in favor of this date.

Typically you weren’t a fan of movies as a first date, but since it was a drive in, not a theater, you’d have your own space and not bother anyone if you actually wanted to talk - but if for some reason stupid hot Bucky Barnes turned out to be a dud, you would also be able to tune into the movie without seeming totally rude.

Privacy? Yes. Good.

A little bit of talking? Also yes.

He’d picked you up in his big pick up truck, which meant at the drive in, he’d backed into the spot, and now you were in the bed of the truck on a camp mattress and blankets.

Things had been lovely for the first flick - which turned out to be one of your favorites. The two of you had chatted sporadically but easily throughout. There’d been a short intermission where the two of you took a walk, stretched your legs, and gotten some ice cream from the concession stand.

All of that had been lovely. Easy time with him.

It had allowed you to trick yourself into the false confidence that you could handle the other half of the double feature.

But the slasher fic had you jumpy, scooting closer and closer into Bucky’s chest, until now you had your face permanently half hidden against his chest.

Bucky chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you chirped.

“Are you sure? We can leave, I really don’t mind, I’ve see this at least twenty times.”

“No, I’m - I’m fine,” you said quietly.

He murmured your name against the crown of your head, planting a kiss there. “We don’t have to stay.”

But that little kiss? Being tucked cozily against him? Your whole body was humming with butterflies and warmth despite the cool evening summer breeze flitting over your skin.

“I’m safe here,” you hummed.

Bucky ticked a finger under your chin and lifted your head up to look him in the face, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You sure about that?”

You giggled - genuinely but with a surge of nerves. “You’ll protect me.”

He smirked. “Only from everyone else.”

“Is that a threat?” You arched a brow and smirked.

“It’s a promise,” he replied, lowering his voice, ducking closer, his breath ghosting over your lips.

You shivered, and he chuckled and pulled you closer. You laughed into his chest, resting your hand lightly on his sternum. “Honestly, if you ever become an actor, don't ever do a slasher flick.”

He scoffed. “What? Why’s that? I’m not such a terrible actor!”

You looked back up at him and shook your head. “I’m not convinced. But also, I’d have to go see it, and clearly I wouldn’t be able to handle that experience.”

“Fine, I promise, I’ll tell the non-existent agent for the acting career I’m never pursuing that slashers are off the table.”

“Good.”

Bucky shifted to make both of you more comfortable. As he shifted, his strong arm tightened around you, pulling you even closer against his broad chest. You felt the warmth of his body enveloping you, a stark contrast to the cool night air. His fingers began to trace lazy patterns on your shoulder, sending tingles down your spine.

"You know," Bucky murmured, his lips brushing your ear, "I'm really glad you came out with me tonight."

You tilted your head to look up at him, taking in his chiseled jawline and those piercing blue eyes. "Me too," you whispered.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time - just spend time with you. But now you’re driving me crazy, and I can’t keep my hands off you."

Your breath hitched as his hand slowly slid down your arm, savoring every curve and dip. “Then don’t,” you responded. You slipped your leg up over his thigh, tangling your limbs together.

His touch was gentle yet purposeful, exploring the softness of your skin. You felt your pulse quicken as his fingers ghosted over the swell of your hip, squeezing lightly.

"I love how you feel," he whispered, his voice husky. "So soft, so perfect."

His hand continued its journey, caressing the generous curve of your waist. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, craving more. Bucky's fingers splayed across your stomach, appreciating the plush roundness there.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

Bucky's fingers danced up your arm, caressing the soft skin. He traced the curve of your shoulder, then along your collarbone. His touch was feather-light but left a trail of heat in its wake.

You tilted your head back to look at him, taking in his chiseled jawline and intense blue eyes. Bucky's gaze roamed over your face, lingering on your full lips before meeting your eyes again. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your flushed skin.

"You're so beautiful," Bucky reiterated, his eyes locked on yours.

Your heart raced as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across your face. Time seemed to slow as he closed the distance between you. His lips brushed yours softly at first, tentative and questioning. You responded eagerly, pressing closer and parting your lips slightly.

Bucky took that as invitation to deepen the kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you flush against him. You melted into his embrace, savoring the feel of his firm body against yours.

The kiss grew more heated, tongues exploring as passion built between you. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders and muscular back, marveling at the strength you felt there. Bucky's own hands weren't idle, caressing your curves with reverence.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Bucky rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his lips.

"Wow," you whispered.

He chuckled softly. "Wow is right."

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. You jumped, startled by the sound from the movie. Bucky chuckled against your lips, breaking the kiss.

"Sorry," you mumbled, feeling a heat creep up your neck.

"Don't be sorry," Bucky murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I think it's cute how jumpy you are."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Glad my terror is entertaining for you."

He grinned, pulling you closer. "Well, I do enjoy being your protector."

Another scream rang out from the movie, making you flinch. Bucky's arms tightened around you instinctively. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his warm, masculine scent. "I'm usually not this much of a scaredy-cat, I swear."

His chest rumbled with laughter. "Sure, sure. I believe you." His tone was teasing, but his arms stayed tight around you.

The score for the movie swelled and pursued a chilling tenor, making you tense. Bucky's hand came up to cup the back of your head, gently pressing your ear to his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat drowned out the sounds of the film.

"Better?" he murmured.

You nodded against him, feeling safer wrapped in his strong arms. "Much better."

His fingers combed through your hair soothingly. "You know, we could always make our own entertainment if the movie's too scary."

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, eyebrow raised. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"

Bucky's eyes darkened as they roamed over your face. "I can think of a few ways to distract you from the movie."

His hand slid down your back, coming to rest on your hip. He gave a gentle squeeze, pulling you against him. Your breath hitched as you felt the hard planes of his body pressed against your softer curves.

"Oh?" you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Like what?"

Instead of answering, Bucky dipped his head and captured your lips in a searing kiss. This wasn't like the earlier kiss - soft and exploratory. This was heat and passion and barely restrained desire. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting and teasing. You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Bucky's hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on the sensitive skin of your lower back. You arched into him, craving more of his touch. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he murmured against your skin.

You tilted your head, giving him a quizzical look. This man you had categorized as stupid hot because he was so handsome it couldn’t be real seemed to be as gone for you as you were for him.

"I'm driving you crazy?" you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You're the one who's been making me lose my mind for months now."

Bucky pulled back slightly, his blue eyes searching your face. "Really?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

You nodded, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "Really. I've had a crush on you since the day I moved in. Why do you think I always seemed to be doing laundry at the same time as you?"

A slow grin spread across Bucky's face. "And here I thought I was the one making excuses to run into you."

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "Looks like we've both been idiots."

"Well," Bucky murmured, leaning in close again, "then we should make up for lost time, don't you think?"

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, hot and demanding. You melted into the kiss, savoring the feel of his strong body against yours. His hands roamed your curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your body arching against Bucky's. His hands roamed lower, cupping your ass and pulling you flush against him. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, sending a jolt of desire through you.

"Bucky," you gasped, breaking the kiss. "We're in public."

He chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Don't worry. No one can see us back here."

To prove his point, he rolled you both so you were lying on your back, his body hovering over yours. The truck's high sides and the darkness of the drive-in lot provided a surprising amount of privacy.

Bucky's lips found your neck again, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. You tilted your head, giving him better access as your hands slid under his shirt, exploring the hard planes of his abs.

"God, you feel amazing," you breathed.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. His hand slipped under your shirt, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You arched into his touch, craving more.

Bucky's large hand cupped your breast, kneading gently through the thin fabric of your bra. You gasped at the sensation, your body heating up despite the cool night air.

Suddenly, a loud crash from the movie made you jump. Bucky chuckled softly, pulling back to look at you.

"Still scared?" he teased, his thumb brushing over your nipple through your bra.

You shivered, both from his touch and the reminder of where you were. "Maybe a little," you admitted.

Bucky's eyes softened as he gazed down at you. "We can stop if you want," he murmured, his hand stilling on your breast.

You shook your head, reaching up to cup his face. "No, I don't want to stop. I just... I've never done anything like this before. In public, I mean."

He smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can just cuddle and watch the rest of the movie if you want."

You bit your lip, considering. The fear of getting caught was thrilling, but also nerve-wracking. But the way Bucky was looking at you, his blue eyes dark with desire, made you want to throw caution to the wind.

"I want you," you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss.

Bucky groaned into your mouth, his hand resuming its gentle kneading of your breast. You arched into his touch, your body humming with need. His other hand slid down your side, fingers teasing the waistband of your jeans.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your lips.

“Mmhmm, please touch me, Bucky,” you pleaded, craving more.

Bucky's fingers deftly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. His hand slipped inside, cupping you through your underwear. You gasped at the contact, hips bucking up into his touch.

"So responsive," he murmured, nipping at your earlobe. "I love it."

His fingers rubbed slow circles over your clothed center, building the tension coiling in your belly. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, very aware of your surroundings despite the privacy of the truck bed.

Bucky's lips trailed down your neck as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear. You inhaled sharply as he made contact with your bare flesh, stroking through your folds.

"God, you're so wet already," he groaned against your collarbone.

You whimpered as he teased your entrance, gathering your arousal before circling your clit. Your hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was building.

"Bucky, please," you breathed, not even sure what you were begging for.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss as he slid his fingers through your slick folds. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he slowly pushed one finger inside you.

"Shh," he murmured, kissing you softly. "Gotta be quiet, remember?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short pants as he began to move his finger in and out. He added a second finger, stretching you deliciously. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing small circles that had you seeing stars.

Your hands gripped Bucky's broad shoulders as he worked you closer to the edge. The pleasure was building rapidly, your hips rocking against his skilled fingers. You buried your face in his neck, muffling your whimpers and gasps against his skin.

"That's it, sweetheart," Bucky murmured encouragingly. "Let go for me. I've got you."

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. Combined with the steady pressure on your clit, it was quickly becoming too much.

"Bucky," you gasped, your body tensing. "I'm -"

"Come for me," he growled softly, increasing the pace of his fingers.

The coil of tension in your belly snapped. Waves of pleasure crashed over you as your orgasm hit. Bucky captured your lips in a deep kiss, swallowing your moans as you shuddered against him.

As you came down from your high, Bucky slowly withdrew his hand. You whimpered at the loss, feeling oversensitive and boneless. He pressed soft kisses to your face as you caught your breath.

Then he licked your slickness off his fingers, and your breath hitched as he groaned at the taste of you. Your hand trailed down his chest, palming the obvious bulge in his jeans. "What about you?" you asked.

Bucky groaned softly, hips bucking into your touch. "You don't have to-"

You cut him off with a kiss, your hand continuing to rub him through his jeans. "I want to," you murmured against his lips. "Please, let me make you feel good too."

Bucky groaned, his hips rocking into your touch. "God, yes," he breathed.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, suddenly feeling clumsy with anticipation. Bucky chuckled softly, reaching down to help you. Together, you managed to unfasten his jeans and push them down his hips.

You slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his hard length. Bucky hissed in pleasure, his head dropping to your shoulder. You stroked him slowly, marveling at how hot and thick he felt in your hand.

"Fuck," Bucky groaned softly. "Your hand feels so good."

Emboldened by his reaction, you increased your pace, twisting your wrist on the upstroke. Bucky's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting into your grip. You could feel him throbbing in your hand, growing even harder if that was possible.

"Wait," Bucky gasped, gently grasping your wrist. "Not like this. I want to be inside you."

Your breath caught at his words, desire pooling low in your belly. "Yes," you breathed. "Please, Bucky."

He captured your lips in a searing kiss as his hands worked to push your jeans down your hips. You lifted your hips to help, shimmying out of the tight denim. Bucky's fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs as well.

The cool night air hit your heated skin, making you shiver. Bucky's warm hands ran up your thighs, parting them gently. He settled between your legs, his hard length pressing against your core.

Bucky reached for his wallet. You raised an eyebrow as he retrieved a condom.

"Presumptuous, weren't we?" you teased.

He chuckled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he tore it open. "More like hopeful. You sure about this?" he murmured, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching for the condom and wrapping your legs around his waist. "I'm sure. I want you, Bucky." You took his stiff cock in your hands and rolled the condom down slowly over his length.

Then you laid back, and he guided his tip to your entrance. He groaned softly, capturing your lips in another kiss as he slowly pushed into you. You gasped at the stretch, your body accommodating his impressive size.

Bucky stilled once he was fully seated inside you, giving you time to adjust. You both moaned softly at the sensation of being so intimately connected. He peppered kisses along your jaw and neck as you breathed through the initial stretch.

"You okay?" he murmured against your skin.

You nodded, running your hands down his muscular back. "Yeah, you can move."

Bucky started with slow, shallow thrusts, gradually building up speed and depth. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, very aware of your surroundings despite the privacy of the truck bed. The movie's soundtrack provided some cover, but you still tried to keep quiet.

"God, you feel amazing," Bucky groaned softly, his hips snapping against yours.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, changing the angle slightly. The new position had him hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. Your nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built rapidly.

"Bucky," you whined.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers tracing a path down your stomach until they settled on your sensitive clit. The gentle pressure of his thumb against you sent sparks of pleasure through your body. "Come for me," he whispered in your ear, urging you on as he continued to stroke and tease your sex. You couldn't resist the sensations, and soon you were gasping and moaning in ecstasy, and he swallowed up as much of your sounds as he could with another kiss.

Bucky's movements became more erratic as he chased his own release. You clenched around him, still riding the waves of your orgasm. The added pressure pushed him over the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he came.

You held him close, running your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath. The sounds of the movie filtered back into your awareness - screams and dramatic music that seemed absurdly out of place now.

Bucky lifted his head, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he looked at you. "That was..."

"Amazing," you finished for him, grinning.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before carefully pulling out. You whimpered at the loss, suddenly feeling very exposed. Bucky noticed your discomfort and quickly helped you redress, then took care of himself.

Once you were both decent again, he pulled you back into his arms. You snuggled against his chest, feeling sated and content.

"So," Bucky murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm, "I think it's safe to say this was a successful first date?"

You grinned and looked up at him. "I'd say so. Though I'm not sure how we're going to top this for date number two."

Bucky chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure we can come up with something. I've got plenty of ideas."

"Is that so?" you teased, trailing your fingers along his jawline. "Care to share?"

He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. "How about I show you instead? Say, next Saturday?"

Your heart fluttered at the promise in his eyes. “Just no more slashers, deal?”

“Deal,” he chuckled, then sealed it the best way, tipping your chin up and capturing your lips in a kiss.

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rwac96 · 9 months ago

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Altered Timeline

What if Summer survived and was still with Tai? How different will that AU be?

"Remember, Ruby," Summer Rose said to her youngest daughter, Ruby, as she adjusted her hair and cloak. "focus on your studies, be your best self, and no overindulging on sweets."

"Mooom," Ruby whined to her mother, "I'll be fine."

"You and your sister still nearly gave me and your father a heart attack over that Dust Robbery incident," she turns her silver eyes to Yang, "and that fight in the night club."

"They were crooks," Yang defended, ignoring the glare from her father, Taiyang.

"Just," Summer takes a deep breath, giving her girls a stern glance, "both of you: Stay out of trouble. Is that clear?"

"Yes, M'am," the two girls said, as they grabbed their perspective luggage and made their way towards the Bullhead. "Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!"

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mostlydeceased · 2 months ago

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Last summer…

Last summer felt like such a hellscape reality to be in. But now that I’m far from it and exiting winter I look back and miss it. Well aspects of it. We’re always so nostalgic for the things that shone so bright through the shitstorm. The rooftop dances, the hikes in nature, meditating over the hilltop, passionate kisses, and of course all the fire ‘fits. Well at least i can make sure the fits keep up.

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catscratching · 2 years ago

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Summer Lovin' - Romance Edition

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

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Ul’dah was miserably hot and dry, especially after so many years spent in the sunny humidity that Vylbrand enjoyed year round. Seda paused outside the stately mansion where she was directed to meet her contact, eyeing the lush grounds with healthy skepticism.

He said this was a tavern, She thought, glancing at the immaculately groomed paths and gentle lighting that illuminated the gardens – gardens! In this climate! – in the growing gloom of the evening. It looked like no tavern she had ever seen, but then again… her line of work wasn’t precisely tailored to common labourers or low level business people either.

The interior of the building was equally understated and elegant; delicately carved wood was polished to a brilliant shine, and thick wool rugs covered marble that must have cost a small fortune to import. She paused just inside the door; voices and clinking drinkware inaudible outside the house were now a genteel roar, adding to the impression of luxury and wealth.

“Welcome to th’ Cloak n’ Dagger,” She hadn’t noticed the attendant, and started as she spoke. “If’n ye have a blade or other weapon, kin leave it ‘ere and pick’t up when ye leave.”

The highlander was dressed in an expensive suit tailored to fit her frame, but her accent betrayed more common roots – a contrast to the rich settings that surrounded them.

“No blades,” Seda lifted her arms in illustration, the lightweight fabric draping against her body. If she had had any hidden weaponry, which was a valid concern; if the place was what she had been told it was, it would have been visible.

“Right then,” The attendant gave her a cheerful smile and gestured toward the stairs to one side, although Seda would have guessed the way due to the noise surging up from the lower level. “No fightin’, no poisonin’, take yer disagreements outside. Neutral ground, savvy? Enjoy yer stay.”

Bemused, the petite miqo’te made her way down the stairs, pausing to let her eyes adjust about midway down. The foyer had not been bright by any standards, but the speakeasy proper was a study in chiaroscuro; soft globes of golden light splashed illumination on the bar, small candles on individual tables giving tantalizing glimpses of movement in the shadows.

A tall, statuesque blonde waited at the foot of the stairs with a leather-bound folio in her arms, giving Seda a warm smile as she descended the final few steps. “Good evening and welcome. May I help you find seating, or would you prefer the bar?”

The smell of leather and tobacco was stronger, the noise of conversations a pleasant blur of sound. Seda noted that the lit candles indicating occupied seating were widely spaced; it would be difficult to eavesdrop in here unnoticed. Staff wandered the floor, carrying trays of food and drink – someone wandered past with a slice of cheesecake that looked positively decadent. She hesitated, watching the server vanish into the shadows before turning back to the hostess, who seemed to divine what she was thinking.

“The cheesecake really is wonderful,” She leaned over as if sharing a confidence. “Shall we find you a seat, so you can order some?”

“I think… I will sit at the bar, actually,” Seda smiled up at the taller elezen. “I was hoping to learn the best way to steal a man’s wallet?” It seemed like an odd passphrase, but it was the one she had been given.

“Of course!” The hostess didn’t hesitate, gesturing with the leather folio in her arm and leading Seda to one end of the elegant, polished bar. She didn’t notice any sort of signal between the hostess and the bartender, but she’d barely gotten a hip onto the leather stool when a petite Au Ra woman was there, fumbling a menu down on the bartop - two seats down.

“Anything we can get for you, miss?” She asked, looking straight forward, rather than at Seda.

“Ahhh…” Was this part of the setup here? Was there a rule against eye contact?

“To yer right,” The other staffer behind the bar had to lean down to murmur in the auri’s ear, reaching over her shoulder to move the menu to Seda’s elbow. He gave Seda a friendly, if distracted smile and scooped up another menu, moving away again to greet another patron.

It was only as he was leaving that she noticed a small pale rodent - a rat - clinging to his shoulder.

“Thank you Fakhri,” The small woman said cheerfully, her head turning to face toward the room again. “If you’re undecided, our most popular non alcoholic beverage is the cafe noir, and people really seem to like the ‘Cloak and Dagger’ - but it’s pretty potent.”

"If ya have a more refined palate and uh.. gils to spare, we got some single malt whisky straight from Northern Koshu. It arrived yesterday." The other bartender was back, pushing strands of dark grey hair back from his face; the rat was settled more securely now, watching her with bright dark eyes.

“The whisky,” She said, not bothering to glance at the menu. The room was not as crowded as she had first presumed coming down the stairs; she might be here for some time. Making first contact with a new source was a great deal like fishing. Sometimes you sat for hours with nary a nibble; coffee or something similar would make her stand out more than she liked, and whisky was something she could nurse for hours.

“Sure thing,” The Viera - Fakhri, flashed her another grin that sent a frisson of … something… down her spine and turned away to pour the drink.

The room filled as the evening progressed, patrons arriving to sit alone or share a drink with companions. The petite Auri - whose name was Hikari, she learned - engaged her in casual chat as she nursed her whisky, the leather-bound book that served as her identification and credentials to the contact she was hoping to meet on the bar at her elbow.

It was fascinating, watching the people around her. The seating was designed in such a way that sound was absorbed in each booth, meaning collaborators could be reasonably assured of privacy for discussions that required discretion.

The serving staff was equally unobtrusive, timing their approaches with pauses in the conversation, delivering menus, orders and what she presumed were the evening’s tab with equal professionalism. Hikari did not leave the bar - it had taken her longer than it should have to realize the young woman was blind - but Fakhri whisked in and out with quiet efficiency.

She wasn’t sure why she watched him. Under normal circumstances, it would have been rude - but Hikari had no way of knowing that her eyes followed the slender figure around the room, ears swiveling as she caught snatches of his voice. She let her eyes drift closed, to hear it better - the rustic accent, the roughened growl in how he shaped words that evoked thoughts of whisky and tobacco… and awakened the old wistfulness she had tried to lock away.

“How’s the drink?”

Her eyes snapped open to find him on the other side of the bar, wiping his hands on a towel, his chin tilting to indicate her glass.

“Oh - wonderful. Thank you,” She felt herself smiling in response to his expression. Neither he nor Hikari engaged in the usual tricks she expected from serving staff; flattery, flirtation - anything to improve a tip. Hikari seemed shy, and Fakhri…

She watched him move down the bar, to produce a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and lighting it with a gesture she didn’t quite catch. She couldn’t figure out why she was so drawn to him; perhaps it was the rat. She could see him reaching up to rub the creature’s little ears, murmuring to it in a way that made her wonder if he was lonely, too.

By the time the evening drew to a close and she slid off her stool, she felt foggy-headed and stiff - and obscurely disappointed for reasons she didn’t understand. She had noticed Fakhri’s rat staring at her a couple of times over the course of the evening, but had never had the opportunity to ask him its name, or why he brought it with him to his place of employment. Her contact had never approached, but that had been expected; she’d known it would take more than a single evening of dangling bait to get a nibble.

Outside once more, she shivered. The desert air had cooled noticeably, crisp and clear, and she wondered for a moment if returning to Ul’dah had been a bad idea. It had been a refuge once, in the first days after she escaped Limsa; but she hadn’t dared stay long. Perhaps she should keep moving - there were likely opportunities now that Ala Mhigo was rebuilding. Or perhaps she could strike east for Ilsabard or Hingashi.

Then she thought of those clear, grey eyes… the husky rasp of his voice. Perhaps, she thought with a long sigh as she turned her feet toward her lodgings, her ennui was the result of not getting any sort of sense that the attractive Viera had seen her as a woman, rather than a customer.

For the best, She thought to herself. He seemed like the ‘relationship’ type, not a friend with whom one can satisfy a physical urge and part ways. You can’t afford entanglements. Not now… perhaps not ever.

Even so, as she undressed and fell into her bed (woefully alone), the bright dark eyes of the rat and the scent of cigarettes and whisky chased her into oblivion.

I had the thought that I wanted to go through these prompts one by one - but this one took me so long I may need to be more selective, or accept that they are going to take longer than just the summer. :) As often happens to me where these things are concerned, in a casual explanation to a new acquaintance, I was struck by a lightning bolt of inspiration that explained something in Seda's backstory that had been... unsatisfyingly vague before.

So we have done some minor retcons - and some of my previous writing is no longer canon. I look forward to the reveals as they come, because I think it all just fits much better this way!

ANYWAY - Neither Fakhri nor I introduced the two of them with romance in mind; I was pretty sure they'd never be more than casual friends after our first meeting! I never anticipated the path we found ourselves on, and I am so incredibly happy things have turned out the way they have. ♥ So it's kind of fun to let my enjoyment of this sort of (seemingly) unrequited attraction play out from Seda's POV. :D

(Eventually, I will figure out a cool name for this ship! Phoenix for Seda, I think - given her effective 'rebirth' - just need to think of something suitable for Fakhri. :3 )

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