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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One evening, Y/n found herself in Wednesday's room, the air thick with heat as the broken air conditioner rattled futilely in the corner.
"Damn, Wednesday," Y/n sighed, loosening the top buttons of her blouse, letting a sliver of her bra and the curve of her chest peek through. "Did I mention how unbearably hot it is in here?"
Wednesday, usually calm and composed, felt her breath catch at Y/n's sudden, casual movement. "I—I know," she stammered, eyes darting to the barely visible lace. "The air conditioning... broke."
Y/n raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she explained something trivial, though Wednesday hardly registered the words. All she could focus on was the tantalizing hint of skin before her, her mind growing hazy from the heat—and maybe something else.
"So, you get it, Wed?" Y/n asked.
"Oh... yeah, yeah, totally." Wednesday forced herself to meet Y/n's eyes, but after barely a second, she found herself glancing away, cheeks flushing. They headed downstairs where Y/n casually undid another button, letting more skin show with each step, seemingly oblivious to the effect it was having on her friend.
In the kitchen, Y/n glanced around. "Mind if I hang my jacket?" She turned, sauntering over to the coat rack, her blouse open just enough to keep Wednesday's gaze fixed on her.
"Are... are you going to open your blouse too?" The words slipped out before Wednesday could stop herself.
Y/n turned to her with a challenging glint. "If you want, I'll even let you open it," she said, her voice calm, though her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Wednesday's mind raced. "I... didn't expect that answer."
"Well, come here," Y/n said, grabbing a pan as if to distract herself, though she couldn't hide her smile. The two stood close, bodies nearly touching, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Y/n set down the pan and turned, almost challenging Wednesday to meet her gaze.
"Go on," she whispered, barely audible, "open it."
Wednesday swallowed, one hand trembling slightly as she reached for the buttons, fumbling slightly in her nervousness. Her fingers worked the fabric free, revealing just a hint more of Y/n's curves.
"See?" Y/n murmured, leaning closer. "It's not like I'm going to kill you..."
In the silence that followed, Wednesday's lips curled into a smirk as she met Y/n's gaze, their faces mere inches apart. In a bold move, Y/n leaned in, capturing Wednesday's lips in a kiss that was gentle at first, growing in intensity as Wednesday returned it, her hand trailing up to cradle Y/n's neck. But as quickly as it began, Wednesday's sense of reality snapped back. She pulled away, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes holding a spark of something she hadn't felt before.
"This house really is unbearable," Y/n muttered playfully, fanning herself and adjusting her blouse. "I think I need a minute." Wednesday quickly excused herself, retreating to her room, her heart pounding as she tried to process what had just happened.
Locked away in the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror, breathless. "Damn it," she whispered to herself, her thoughts racing. She couldn't deny the draw she felt, the way Y/n's presence seemed to consume her thoughts.
When she finally composed herself and returned to the living room, Y/n was lounging on the couch, a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth as she swirled a glass of wine. She looked effortlessly composed, her blonde hair framing her face in soft waves, and her blouse, still slightly open, only adding to her allure.
Wednesday's gaze lingered as she made her way over. "Sorry, I was... fixing something upstairs."
Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? By the way, you missed a spot," she teased, pointing to the side of Wednesday's dress where a strap was still out of place.
Y/n chuckled, then nodded toward the glass she'd poured for Wednesday. "You can have some, but remember to keep your head."
They made their way back to Wednesday's room, Y/n's blouse hanging open just enough to leave her figure partly on display. Wednesday felt her gaze lingering again, unable to shake her fascination.
"Wed?" Y/n's voice broke through her thoughts, and Wednesday quickly snapped to attention.
"Y-yes? What is it?"
"You... keep staring."
Wednesday's cheeks flushed. "No, I mean—It's just your... blouse."
Y/n chuckled softly. "If it bothers you so much, maybe I should do something about it." She took a step closer, reaching out to Wednesday's hand. "Here," she said softly, guiding Wednesday's fingers to the edge of her blouse, her voice gentle yet firm. "Touch them."
Wednesday hesitated, her hand hovering just above Y/n's collarbone. But Y/n's steady gaze, her closeness, the soft warmth radiating from her skin—all of it pulled her forward. Taking a shaky breath, Wednesday slowly let her fingers rest against Y/n's collar, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing beneath her touch.
Y/n's voice, barely a whisper, sent a shiver through her. "It's okay, Wednesday. Just... be yourself."
The room fell silent as they stood there, a shared look passing between them that said all the things they couldn't. Y/n's hand found Wednesday's, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling her into a close embrace, letting the tension dissolve as they simply held each other.
For a brief moment, Wednesday let her guard down, basking in the closeness. Here, with Y/n, she felt at ease, the warmth between them more comforting than stifling. And as they pulled apart, sharing a quiet, knowing smile, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she didn't mind the heat after all.
