Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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The ballroom was alive with soft music and warm lighting, casting a glow over the elegant evening. Y/n stood by the balcony doors, holding a glass of red wine, taking a break from the lively crowd inside. The night had been filled with conversations, polite laughter, and the occasional lingering glance from Glinda—someone Y/n wasn't sure how to feel about.
Glinda was the golden girl. Popular, bubbly, and loved by everyone in their circle. She had a magnetic charm that made people gravitate toward her, but beneath that bright exterior, Y/n had always sensed something more. Glinda wasn't just kind and charismatic—she was sharp, calculating even, always aware of how to get exactly what she wanted. Lately, Y/n had been on the receiving end of her attention, subtle touches, teasing comments, and flirty banter.
The air felt cooler out by the balcony, and Y/n let out a small sigh of relief, enjoying the break from the party. But suddenly, she felt a presence—too close, too sudden.
"Boo!" Glinda's voice was soft but playful as she seemingly appeared out of nowhere right behind Y/n.
Startled, Y/n jumped, her hand instinctively tightening around the glass of wine, but it slipped through her fingers, crashing onto the floor. The red wine splattered across the tiles, pooling at their feet.
Y/n gasped, her heart racing from the shock. "Glinda! You scared me!"
Glinda laughed, her high, musical voice echoing off the walls. She didn't seem the least bit concerned about the mess. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oops, didn't mean to make you drop that," she said, though Y/n could tell from the twinkle in her eyes that she enjoyed the reaction.
Y/n knelt down to pick up the shards of glass, but Glinda waved her hand dismissively. "Leave it. Someone will clean it up."
Y/n stood back up, brushing off her hands and giving Glinda an exasperated look. "You really know how to make an entrance."
"Oh, darling, you should know that by now." Glinda gave her a wink, stepping even closer, their shoulders nearly brushing. Her perfume was intoxicating, and Y/n found it hard to focus, especially with the way Glinda's lips curved into that sly smile she always wore when she was up to something.
Y/n shook her head with a small laugh, still feeling the adrenaline from being startled. "You know, one of these days, I'm going to drop something more important than a glass of wine."
Glinda leaned in, her voice dropping into a low, conspiratorial tone, the flirtation clear in her gaze. "If you keep dropping things like that, especially something hot, and one day I end up in jail..." She paused for dramatic effect, her voice hushed but teasing. "I won't fucking survive there."
Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the comment, a grin spreading across her face. "Glinda, what are you even talking about?"
Glinda straightened up, flipping her hair over her shoulder in that way that only she could pull off, her tone still playful but with that hint of seriousness that always made Y/n wonder how much she was joking. "I'm serious. Jail food? If I drop soup or some terrible prison gruel, it's over for me. I'll be dead in a week."
Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, let's hope you don't end up in jail, then."
Glinda smiled, but there was something in the way she looked at Y/n that made her heart skip. "That's why I need you to keep me out of trouble," she said softly, stepping just a bit closer, her voice taking on a more intimate tone. "You wouldn't let me go to jail, would you?"
The flirtation between them hung in the air, undeniable now. Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine, but it wasn't just from the cool breeze drifting in from the open balcony. Glinda had this way of making her feel off-balance, like she never knew whether she was playing or being serious.
Y/n met Glinda's gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. "I guess I'll have to keep an eye on you then."
Glinda's smile widened, and for a moment, the mischievous, manipulative side of her disappeared, replaced by something warmer, more genuine. She reached out, brushing a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary.
"You're good at that," Glinda murmured, her voice soft and filled with an unspoken promise.
Y/n felt her heart race again, but this time, it wasn't from being startled. She could feel the tension between them, the unspoken pull that had been building for weeks. Glinda's confidence, her ability to twist situations to her advantage, was intoxicating, but there was also something undeniably magnetic about her.
Before Y/n could respond, Glinda's gaze flicked back to the spilled wine. "But really, next time, maybe we should stick to something less breakable."
Y/n laughed, the moment of tension easing as Glinda's playful side returned. "Noted."
They stood there for a moment longer, the sounds of the party fading into the background, and Y/n realized that whatever game they were playing, she wasn't sure she wanted it to end. Glinda had a way of making the most mundane moments feel like a secret shared between them, and Y/n couldn't help but be drawn to her, even if she knew there was always more to Glinda than met the eye.
As they eventually made their way back to the party, Glinda's hand brushed against Y/n's, a subtle touch, but enough to send a thrill through her. And Y/n knew that this night—this connection—was just the beginning of something more, something deeper, between them.
