Sunset Lover | Summer Smith x Reader

‧༓･*˚⁺‧͙|Chapter Five|‧͙⁺˚*･༓

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You and the miscellaneous Rick and Morty all shrouded for cover behind a bush, hidden away from the good-canines-turned-bad and secreted out of eyesight. In front of you was Summer, Beth, and Jerry bound up to a dog pole by their necks with tightly compacted dog chains locked securely around the area of their necks. Their faces polluted with exhaustion and the craved desire to rest. Your eyes gandered over Summer and her evidently distressed state; her voluminous orange locks were now disorganized and lazily tucked back into her usual high set ponytail, a few wisps of frizzy strawberry orange cascaded over her fair facial features. Faint charcoal circles tainted underneath the curve of Summer's eyes that displayed her current deliberation and a frown was engraved onto her face. She was positioned in an upright fetal position, holding her tremulous legs enclose to her chest in an ineffectual attempt to find consoling heat against the cold autumn night draft.

"I can't believe how mean Snuffles got just because he's smart. This is why I choose to get C's." You detected what Summer had said, her comment causing a temporary smile to flourish on your face.

"Summer!" you beamed in a low whisper, unaware of the fact that she was able to perceive you.

Instantly perking up to this, the red-head whipped her head up with eyes that increased expansively in sudden surprise and scintillated radiantly with rapturous hope. "(Y/N)?! Is that you?" she questioned with elated excitement traceable in her words, frantically flinging her view all around the surrounding environment to locate the source of your voice.

"Psst, Beth, Jerry, Summer," Rick whisper-shouted, catching their immediate attention.

Upon the three all snapping their heads up and expressions lightening up in a sudden burst of consolation, You, Rick and Morty egressed from behind the bush coverage and emerged into their line of sights. You hurriedly advanced towards the three, purposely pathing yourself into Summer's general direction. Summer's heart pulsed against her chest in simmering jubilation as she fixated her gaze onto you, light thumps of her beating heartbeat echoed in her eardrums. A shimmer beautifully spiralled in her medium brown eyes, an ever-growing smile of happiness extending greatly.

"(N/n), you're alright!" she bubbled in the comfort knowing that you hadn't been unjustly confiscated by the dogs.

"Dad!" Beth exclaimed, a broadened smile gracing along the width of her visage.

"Rick!" Jerry added with a distinct tinge of shock.

Rick's hand dove a pocket on the inside of his lab coat. He briskly pulled out an articulate appliance from his lab coat pocket, aimed it towards their chains and pressed down on the trigger on each of their restraints individually. Instantly their binds were removed and they took this to their advantage to arise from the uncomfortable positions they were seated in. The three hastily sprint over to you, Morty and Rick- beyond elated and relieved.

"Oh, thank God, (Y/n)!" Summer proclaimed, gratitude and relief oozing from her words.

She enveloped her arms around your form, enswathing you in a tenderhearted and close-fitted embrace. Arms embowered your sides and cradled your body densely, her hands sliding up to the middle of your back as she positioned her head in between your collar bone. Grinning mischievously, you enfolded your just above her waist and held her back with equal affection. Her bosoms pressed up against your face/chest (depends on how tall you are), igniting a searing hot flare on the contours of your cheeks. You swallowed down thickly, rapidly beating heart beginning to fasten inside your chest. Goddamn teenage hormones!