Because I'm a biologist and a complete freak, I sometimes amuse myself thinking about like a super ultra advanced alien race that 'conquers' our planet, but instead of being all 'War of the Worlds' about it, they aren't even conquering, as far as they're concerned. There are no inteligent life forms on this planet, after all, just little animals, and they're clearly on the endangered species list. A perfect place to study rare wildlife on an untouched planet.
So there's an alien research station in space. Humanity's worst attempts to destroy it amount to a bear turning over the trash can. Aliens occasionally abduct people and return them with a clean bill of health and an ankle bracelet. It takes them forever to figure out those bracelets are screwing with their data because humans who carry them are curve-wreckingly popular.
Disaster strikes somewhere, I dunno, Japan, and there's an uptick in abductions, but of people stuck in collapsed buildings, and yeah the giant octopus tree that looks straight out of Call of Cthulhu is scary but it's also using tech you can't even comprehend to find survivors and teleport them out of the rubble. You see humans with absolutely 100% deadly injuries wisked away and a good number of them even return. There is now a new consent form specifying if rescuers can take you to the aliens, because they will probably try to save you but if they can't your family will never get your body back. You decide if your life or your body is more important.
Little by little, pragmatism wins out. The aliens aren't attacking, but they ARE abducting and doing weird tests. But the survivors mostly return unharmed with a Big Mac in hand and a weird piece of tech. There have been less valid excuses to miss school. The aliens are clearly researching humanity just as much as we are researching them, and until communications are established this status quo isn't the worst.
Ofc, then one of them actually attacks. Knocks the statue of liberty clean off. The military starts to deploy fast, and even wounds the attacker a lot, but before they can shoot the second missle it bounces. And it turns on the shooter. Every military person in the attack dies, suddenly and through means you cannot comprehend. The other aliens whisk the attacking one away. Construction materials appear as if in apology, but that's it.
The attacker was a hooligan who thought destroying wildlife was fun, and ran into something they can't handle. But even if the bear is perfectly within its rights to defend its territory, the ranger will atill have to shoot it to save the stupid brat, and hope the idiot learned their lesson.
But the bear is still dead. And the forest critters who had just started getting used to the ranger are now having second thoughts.
But the abductions continue. There are no hooligans for a while. And what else can you do? This is your home, but if the invaders really want to take it, what can you do?
So you try to stay out of their way, if you are in some serious trouble and your chances are already less than 50/50, maybe you seek them out. Sometimes they help. Sometimes they don't.
And sometimes the abductees catch glimpses of something that looks like it might have been human once, but eyes and skin all wrong, speaking incomprehensibly, and rubbing its head on the alien's 'knees'.
You go home to your dog and try not to think about it.
Summary: When you come across your stepmother having some alone time, you can’t help but watch. When it happens more than once, your desire threatens to push the boundaries of your relationship with her.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Wanda called out from the kitchen, her voice a welcome distraction from your neverending work.
You finished the paragraph you were typing out for your essay and closed your laptop with a sigh, stretching as you stood up from the couch.
Your body was stiff from sitting for so long, hunched over your laptop as you worked on yet another assignment for school. It was finals week, so you were overwhelmed with important exams and projects. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing that you’d start winter break soon.
You made your way to the kitchen, where your stepmom was putting the finishing touches on two plates of chicken and pasta. You stood there for a moment, admiring the way her nose scrunched up in concentration as she sprinkled parmesan on the pasta. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, even in her casual clothes, with her hair slightly messy and a thin sheen of sweat on her skin from cooking.
You’d always had a crush on Wanda, despite the fact that she was your stepmom. She was more of a real parent to you than your father ever was and she supported you in everything you did, constantly motivating you to work harder academically. In fact, most of your drive to do well in school stemmed from a craving for her approval, a desire to make her proud of you, and you were okay with that as long as your work was completed on time.
Wanda was always so lovely to you too, complimenting you on your efforts and praising you when you did well, and it never failed to make your heart flutter. You never intended to rely on her as much as you did, nor did you intend to start crushing on her as hard as you were. On top of being a genuinely kind person and an amazing stepmom, she was also stunning.
You were taken aback the first time you met her, mesmerized by alluring green eyes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what a woman like her saw in your father. The fact that she was sweet on you didn’t help your growing feelings for her, and neither did her overly touchy nature. She was constantly finding ways to have her hands on you - whether it was a hand on your back in the kitchen as she spoke to you or a hug that lasted longer than you felt was appropriate - and it drove you crazy.
You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t actually want her like that, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny it, especially when your father was always gone on another business trip, leaving you alone with her for weeks at a time.
When Wanda noticed you standing across the room, she looked up with a smile.
“How’s the essay coming along, malysh?” She asked, moving around the kitchen island until she was next to you, her hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.
“It’s fine, I’m about halfway done I think,” you responded, clearing your throat and trying to ignore the way her soothing touch was setting your nerves alight.
“That’s good, I’m proud of you,” she cooed, her words making you feel warm inside. She often had that effect on you and this was no exception. Her arm reached around you to pull you closer, half hugging you, before she moved away to set the table.
You managed a smile and a “thank you” before you helped her, bringing utensils to where she set the plates down and taking a seat across from her.
“I know you’ve been working so hard on your studies lately, dear, but have you been remembering to rest too?” Wanda questioned, an eyebrow raised as she took in your tired state. You’d been working tirelessly this week due to your finals and you certainly hadn’t been sleeping well. You were hoping that Wanda wouldn’t notice, but she always did.
“I- sort of,” you mumbled, not wanting to lie to her, but also not wanting to disappoint her with the truth.
“I’m not sure I believe that,” Wanda chuckled, steadying her fork so she could cut into her chicken. Luckily, she dropped the subject after that, instead asking you how other aspects of your life had been going and telling you about her week.
The two of you carried on a casual conversation as you ate, and you didn’t hesitate to tell Wanda how amazing her cooking was, to which she responded with an appreciative smile.
A comfortable silence fell over you before Wanda spoke again.
“So, any cute girls in your classes?” She asked curiously, catching you off guard. You immediately felt awkward, unsure of how to discuss your love life with the woman you were crushing on.
“Not really,” you shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.
“Hm, that’s surprising,” she commented skeptically.
You quickly corrected yourself. “I mean, there are cute girls, just no one that I’m interested in.”
Wanda nodded in understanding, satisfied with your answer, before standing up to take your plates to the kitchen.
“Would you like to watch a movie tonight?” She asked, placing the plates in the sink. “It’s your turn to pick one.”
You and Wanda had a tradition of watching movies together at least once a week. It usually ended up with you curled into Wanda’s side on the couch, your head on her shoulder and her arm around you as you watched whatever movie had been put on. It was one of your favorite experiences, something you looked forward to every week.
You always cherished your alone time with Wanda, especially your movie nights since it was an excuse to practically cuddle with her and feel close to her, which is why you suddenly felt so bad, knowing that you’d have to turn her down this week.
“I’d love to, but I really need to finish this essay,” you sighed. “It’s due tomorrow night.”
Wanda hid her disappointment behind a supportive smile, stepping towards you. “That’s okay, detka, I know it’s a busy week for you,” she said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We can watch whatever movie you want after your finals, how does that sound?” Her thumb stroked your cheek as she spoke and no matter how often Wanda touched you like this, it never failed to have an effect on you.
“That sounds good,” you responded, almost stuttering. “And thank you for dinner, it was delicious.”
“Of course.” She leaned in to kiss your forehead, before taking a step back to continue cleaning up the kitchen. “I know you have to get back to it, so I’m gonna finish up in here and then I’ll be in my room reading if you need anything, okay?”
You were still reeling from the affection, nodding in acknowledgment and mumbling a “thanks” as you left the kitchen.
“Don’t stay up too late!” You heard Wanda call out as you grabbed your laptop from the living room table. You could only chuckle, knowing you would most likely be up half the night finishing your work.
You made your way to your room and sat at your desk, plugging in your laptop to the charger before trying to focus on writing again. Eventually you found a rhythm, alternating between sharing your thoughts on the topic and citing sources to support your side.
It was late when you finally decided to head to bed, turning off the light and sliding under the covers with a sigh. It seemed you were more tired than you realized, as the feeling of your bed beneath you was a welcome relief.
Finals week hadn’t been easy on you and late nights had become your regular for the past couple of weeks. You were so close to finishing the semester and every time you felt like giving up, you were reminded of why you worked so hard in the first place - Wanda.
You let your mind wander to thoughts of your stepmom, how proud she would be knowing you did well in all of your classes, the praise she would give you and how it would make you feel. You couldn’t wait for your upcoming movie night; you craved the familiar feeling of her body pressed against yours on the couch, the closeness to her that nothing else could compare to.
You only wished you could be even closer to her, often daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss her, to feel your lips against hers, to swallow her sounds as you ran your hands over her body. It felt wrong to want her that way, to lust after someone who was essentially your mother figure, but you couldn’t help it.
You tried to remind yourself that Wanda was married - to your father nonetheless - and that nothing would ever happen between the two of you, but not even the harsh reality of your situation could stop you from wanting her.
You huffed as you rolled over in bed, feeling exhausted but unable to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of Wanda. You spent so many of your nights thinking of her, wishing you were laid beside her, holding her or being held by her, imagining the cuddles and sleepy kisses the two of you could share if your situation was different.
Some nights the thoughts were innocent, your desire to feel close to her manifesting in those simple fantasies of sharing a bed with her. Other nights, you longed to feel her even closer, shamefully allowing yourself to picture her beneath you, head thrown back and hips bucking as you made her cum for you. You wondered what she looked like when she came, what she sounded like, what she tasted like.
You knew you shouldn’t have these thoughts and the frustration brought on by your relationship to Wanda made you want to cry. It was a constant battle - the shame, the jealousy, the yearning - and it was slowly getting to you.
Just as you were finally starting to drift off to sleep, you heard what sounded like a groan coming from down the hall. You opened your eyes and listened closely, wondering if something was wrong. You figured Wanda would be asleep by now with how late it was, but when you heard another muffled sound through the walls, it was obvious she wasn’t.
Worried she’d hurt herself or needed help, you dragged yourself out of bed and headed down the hall, stopping just outside of her room. The door was slightly ajar and just as you were about to push it all the way open, another sound escaped the woman on the other side and this time it was unmistakable, realization hitting you like a truck.
Those weren’t sounds of pain, they were moans of pleasure. And when you peered through the gap in the doorway, it was confirmed. Wanda was touching herself, one hand beneath her panties, fingers working against herself, the other gripping the bedsheets as she let another breathy moan.
It felt like something you shouldn’t be seeing, but you couldn’t look away. The sight before you was so erotic, so breathtaking; you were entranced as you watched her touch herself, her head thrown back against the pillows, her face scrunched up in pleasure, her hips subtly moving against her hand. Soft, needy moans escaped her parted lips and just hearing her was enough to make you wet.
You knew you should leave, that you should respect her privacy and go back to your room, but the sight of her was hypnotizing. You shifted uncomfortably as you watched her, squeezing your legs together as arousal clouded your judgment. One word uttered by the other woman brought you back to reality.
“Y/N,” Wanda moaned, her breathing uneven as she chased her orgasm.
There was no way you heard that right.
For a second, you thought you’d been caught, that she was calling out your name because she’d seen you standing there. Your blood ran cold and you froze, immediately feeling the shame and embarrassment of being caught watching her masturbate. But Wanda’s gaze never found yours, her eyes remained closed and her hand kept moving under her panties.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good,” she panted out, curling her fingers inside of herself, her palm nudging her clit with every thrust.
Your mouth fell open when you realized what was happening, blush painting your cheeks and arousal pooling in your lower belly at the thought.
Wanda was thinking about you while touching herself.
It was overwhelming in the best way - the sight of your stepmom bringing herself pleasure, the heavenly moans escaping her as she brought herself closer to the edge, the faint sound of her fucking herself, and god, she sounded so wet. The fact that she was thinking about you while she got off was the cherry on top and you had to stifle a groan at how turned on you were.
You couldn’t believe that Wanda would reciprocate your feelings for her, at least to some extent. You briefly thought that you should pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. You’d always felt bad for lusting after her, for desiring her in ways that were not appropriate for a stepdaughter to feel about her stepmother, but the knowledge that she desired you too filled you with warmth.
You wished you could see her, really see her, without the barrier of clothing in the way. You wanted to see how she fucked herself, wanted to know how many fingers she was using and watch how her pussy stretched around them. You wouldn’t complain though, not when you were already enjoying this so much.
Wanda’s moans rose in pitch, her hips becoming more frantic against her hand, and you knew she was close. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of her falling apart and you fought the urge to touch yourself with her.
With a couple more thrusts of her fingers inside of herself, Wanda was cumming with a series of loud moans, her back arching off the bed, her hips stuttering as she reached her peak.
Watching Wanda cum was better than anything you could’ve imagined, she looked unbelievably sexy falling apart and you committed the sight to memory in case you never got to see it again.
She pulled her fingers out of herself, removing her hand from her panties, and hummed in satisfaction as she caught her breath. You took this as your cue to leave, sneaking quietly down the hall until you were back in your own room.
You found yourself back in bed, unsure of how you were supposed to fall asleep after what you’d just witnessed. You were turned on beyond belief, your mind filled with images of Wanda touching herself. You felt bad for watching, for invading her privacy, but how could you not when she sounded so good moaning your name?
Now that you knew what she sounded like chanting your name as she chased her release, you couldn’t help but imagine being the one fucking her senseless, making her feel so good as you touched her and kissed her everywhere you wanted to.
You groaned as you rolled over; you couldn’t get the image of Wanda masturbating out of your head, but at the same time, you wished the memory would never fade.
You wished you could see it again.
After tossing and turning amidst sinful thoughts of your stepmom, you eventually succumbed to sleep. You woke up to your alarm going off, already feeling the exhaustion from being up so late. It was hard not to just silence your phone and go back to sleep.
Your body protested as you sat up and reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, getting ready to start your day. You got dressed and brushed your teeth before heading downstairs, hoping a cup or two of coffee would wake you up.
Wanda was in the kitchen when you entered, pouring herself a cup of coffee and making her way to the fridge for creamer. She was wearing a short, lacy nightgown and when she bent down to grab the creamer, you almost choked on air. The thin fabric of her slip left little to the imagination and the view of her ass as she leaned towards the lower shelves of the fridge was almost too much for you.
You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look away as she turned around.
“Good morning, Y/N,” she greeted, smiling at you sweetly as she poured the creamer into her coffee. Wanda was acting completely normal around you, as if she hadn’t been moaning your name into the night less than eight hours ago. You hadn’t considered how awkward being around her would be after the events of the previous night, especially when she didn’t even know you were present for it.
“Good morning,” you responded, avoiding eye contact as you made your way towards the coffee pot.
“How did you sleep, malysh?” Wanda asked, coming over to you to place a hand on your back, rubbing in circles. You nearly shuddered at the feeling of her touching you, but you kept your composure.
“I slept okay,” you answered, and it wasn’t entirely untrue - you didn’t sleep terribly, you just wished you’d slept more. “What about you?”
Wanda raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the counter next to you. “You don’t seem like you slept okay. Late night?”
“Sort of,” you responded, trying not to think about why you were up so late.
“Oh detka,” she cooed, stirring her coffee. “I know it’s finals week and you’re working hard, but you need to take care of yourself too.”
While you appreciated how much she cared about you and your wellbeing, you also wanted to laugh at how oblivious she seemed. She had no idea she was the reason you’d barely slept, tossing and turning for hours as vivid images of her touching herself invaded your mind.
You collected your thoughts and looked up at her. “I know, I’m taking care of myself, I promise,” you reassured her, not wanting her to press the matter any further.
“Good,” she purred, gently running her fingers through your hair. Every little thing she did made you melt and you wished it wasn’t so hard to act normal around her, especially now that you knew what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure.
Wanda leaned back, taking a sip of her coffee before walking over to the fridge. “Do you have class today?” She asked casually, as if she hadn’t just made you so flustered.
“Um, no, I just have a final exam this afternoon,” you managed.
“Good luck with your exam, sweetheart,” she said sweetly, grabbing a carton of eggs. “Since it’s this afternoon, does that mean you have time for breakfast?”
“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, your response bringing a smile to Wanda’s face.
“Perfect, you enjoy your coffee and I’ll make breakfast for us. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” With that, Wanda began moving around the kitchen, bending over again to look through the cabinet below the stove. You almost groaned at how revealing her slip was and decided to leave the kitchen while you still had your sanity.
You spent some time in the living room drinking your coffee and scrolling through your phone until Wanda called out for you. You joined her at the kitchen island and conversed lightly over breakfast, discussing your busy week and making plans with her for when finals were over. You tried to ignore the way her usual teasing and touchiness was making you feel, instead focusing on how good it felt to be around her, enjoying her company and your conversation.
You were able to keep your mind off the events of the previous night and the awkwardness faded a bit the longer you talked.
Once you finished eating, you helped Wanda with the dishes and then disappeared to your room to study until it was time to head out for your exam. Wanda seemed slightly disappointed that you had to hole yourself up in your room once more to study, and you felt bad for not spending as much time with her this week.
You wanted more than anything to make her proud though, so you dedicated your day to making sure you were prepared for your final. When you left that afternoon, Wanda hugged you and kissed your cheek for good luck, seemingly unaware of how it made your heart flutter.
The exam went well and you felt confident in your final grade, sighing with relief as you took off your coat upon returning home. The house was empty so you assumed Wanda had a late meeting or was out running errands.
You fixed yourself something to eat and headed to your room to work on a project for another class. You lost track of time, immersed in your work, and the only thing that drew your focus away from your laptop was the sound of soft knocking on your door.
The door opened halfway and Wanda peered through, a warm smile on her face as she saw you sitting at your desk.
“Just letting you know I’m home.” She spoke quietly, as if she was trying not to disturb you. “Did you eat?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, smiling subtly at the way she cared for you.
“Okay good,” she responded, returning your smile. “I’m gonna shower and call it a night, don’t stay up too late, okay sweetheart?”
“I won’t,” you agreed, and it was true - you were still tired from barely sleeping the night before and you knew you’d be getting under the covers sooner than later.
Wanda said a quick goodnight before closing your door and making her way down the hall.
It was later than you intended to stay up when you finally finished your project, stretching as you stood up from your desk. You changed into comfier clothes and crawled into bed, completely exhausted and ready for sleep to take over.
You thought of Wanda and how much you missed spending more time with her, how pretty she looked making breakfast for you in the kitchen, how her lips felt against your cheek when you left for your exam. You also thought of how cruel it was to want someone so badly and not be able to have them. It was becoming almost embarrassing how much you yearned for her, how desperate you were for someone you knew you’d never have a chance with.
You were right on the cusp between consciousness and sleep when you heard it - a moan.
Not again.
Your eyes shot open and you froze, listening intently. Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard another muffled sound through the wall, your core already pulsing at the implication of what was happening.
You were well aware of what she was doing; there was no need for you to investigate, no need to check on her to see if she was okay, but you found yourself sitting up and sliding out of bed regardless.
You crept down the hall, the sounds becoming louder as you approached, and stopped just outside of Wanda’s room. The door was cracked open again and you briefly wondered why Wanda would be so careless, but you were brought back to reality by another heavenly moan escaping the redhead.
Unlike the night before, Wanda wasn’t wearing anything as she touched herself in the center of her bed, lithe fingers parting her folds and rubbing her clit with every stroke through her pussy. She looked so wet and you nearly whimpered at the sight, she had the prettiest pussy you’d ever seen. Her center glistened in the dim light of her room and you wished you could taste her, wanting nothing more than to lap up all the sticky wetness between her thighs.
You had to squint to see her decently - her room was slightly dark, only illuminated by the lamp on her nightstand - but what you could see from your place in the doorway was driving you insane. You watched as Wanda masturbated in her bed mere feet away from you, seemingly unaware that she had an audience.
You nearly drooled when you saw her slide two fingers inside of herself, your mouth falling open at the way her tight pussy stretched around the digits. The moan she let out as she began fucking herself made your core twitch with desire, arousal flooding your senses. You felt drunk off of her, your head fuzzy and eyes full of lust as you stared at the space between her legs, mesmerized by the way she touched herself.
“Oh fuck,” Wanda panted as she sped up her movements, her hips canting up into her hand. It was so erotic to watch her pleasure herself, to see her in such an intimate way. You were so turned on from watching that you knew you’d have to do something about it before you eventually went to sleep, your thighs pressed together to ease the ache between them.
“Y/N, right there,” she cried out, curling her fingers and arching her back as she hit the spot inside of herself that made her legs shake. You could tell she was close and you were nearly trembling in anticipation, eager to see her cum again. She was like a drug and you were addicted.
With a guttural moan, Wanda came, cursing and chanting your name as she fucked herself through it. Her hips bucked unevenly as she rode it out, grinding her clit against her palm with every thrust of her cunt against her hand. She drew it out, milking it for all it was worth, moaning loudly as her pussy clenched around her fingers, coating them in her cum.
Just when you thought you’d never seen anything more attractive in your life, Wanda pulled her fingers out and brought her hand up, taking the wet digits into her mouth and sucking on them, letting out a satisfied groan at her own taste. You bit back a whimper at the sight, not wanting to alert her to your presence.
You were impossibly wet from watching her cum and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet, causing one of the floorboards to creak beneath you. Wanda’s head snapped towards the door and you slipped out of sight, your heart pounding in your chest. You hoped the hallway was dark enough that she didn’t see you, but you couldn’t be sure.
With panic blooming in your chest, you made it back to your own room and closed the door quietly, immediately slipping into bed and closing your eyes, thinking that if you pretended to be asleep, everything would be okay.
Your mind kept you awake for a while longer, filled with the vivid memories of Wanda touching herself, plagued with the anxiety of almost being caught watching her. You didn’t know what you would do if Wanda found out you spied on her while she was touching herself, feeling embarrassed just at the thought of her knowing. You also didn’t know how you would explain your actions without confessing your feelings towards her. You couldn’t stop worrying about whether or not she saw you, whether or not she knew you were there, and you couldn’t stop fantasizing about being the one making her feel good, being the one with your hands on her instead of her own.
Eventually, you fell asleep, your exhaustion finally overtaking your rampant thoughts.
When you woke up, it was still early in the morning - you hadn’t slept well, but at least you hadn’t overslept. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stumbled to the kitchen in search of caffeine, noticing Wanda in the adjacent living room on your way. She was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other, reading as she sipped from her mug.
“Morning Wanda,” you greeted, your voice still rough from having just woken up.
Wanda looked up, smiling when she saw you, and saved her page before setting the book down. “Good morning, Y/N,” she said cheerily, standing up and approaching you. She took in your tired state and gave you a knowing look. “How late were you up, malysh?” She teased.
You held back a groan at the question, hoping she wasn’t implying that she knew you were up after seeing you in the hallway. “Pretty late, I did try to go to sleep early though,” you answered truthfully.
Wanda hummed in response before speaking again. “You poor thing. Did something keep you up late?” Your breath hitched upon hearing her words, feeling almost certain that she knew your secret.
“Just stressed about a final project.” You tried to play it off. Maybe she didn’t know, maybe everything was fine and you were on the verge of crumbling for no reason. You figured the best thing you could do was act normal and pray she was as clueless as she’d seemed the day before.
“Aw, sweetheart,” Wanda cooed. “I know this week has been hard on you, but it’ll be over soon and I’m so proud of you.” Your cheeks warmed at her praise as she brought her hand to the side of your neck, tracing your jawline with her thumb.
“Thank you,” you responded, suddenly weak in the knees and certain you were blushing like crazy. You were also taken aback by how quickly you went from feeling anxious to feeling loved and reassured.
“Of course, detka,” she said back, her hand still cradling your neck. For a moment you just stood there like that, Wanda’s hand nearly cupping your cheek as she looked at you adoringly and you struggled to hold eye contact with her. The moment felt so intimate it almost made you shudder.
Just as soon as it started, it ended, with Wanda retracting her hand and stepping to the side of you, making her way towards the kitchen.
“Breakfast?” she asked nonchalantly, as if the two of you hadn’t just shared a moment that made you forget how to breathe.
After the two of you shared breakfast, you went back to studying and finishing up projects for most of the day, only taking breaks to eat, shower, and work out.
That night, despite the guilt and the tension, despite almost being caught, you once again found yourself sneaking down the hall after hearing breathy moans of pleasure from down the hall.
The next few days consisted of the same routine - focusing on your studies throughout the day and losing sleep over Wanda at night - and by the end of the week, you were done with your classes for the semester.
You felt relieved to be done and Wanda was more than proud of you for finishing the year with good grades. She kissed your cheek and told you how proud she was before she left for a work meeting in the morning, leaving you blushing in the living room.
It was your first day of winter break, so you spent it relaxing at home, catching up on shows and texting with your friends. Halfway through the day, you decided to bake cookies for Wanda as a subtle thank you for her constant support.
When Wanda arrived home, it was already dark outside, the chill of the winter air creeping in as she entered the house. She shed her coat and set her purse down, quickly turning her attention towards the kitchen when she noticed you making dinner.
“Hi detka,” she greeted, smiling as she approached the kitchen island, resting her elbows on it as she looked at you.
“Hey,” you replied, smiling back at her before grabbing a handful of chopped vegetables and placing them in a pan on the stove.
You stirred the contents of the pan before turning to face Wanda, who was curiously eyeing the cookies you’d baked earlier. “Oh, um, those are for you,” you said, gesturing towards the cookies.
Wanda almost looked surprised for a moment before a smile graced her features. “How thoughtful,” she commented, reaching for a cookie. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You nodded in response, watching her as she carefully took a bite. She practically moaned in satisfaction and you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the familiar sound.
“That’s delicious,” she complimented.
“Thank you,” you choked out, clearing your throat. You turned back around to check on dinner, not wanting Wanda to notice how flustered you’d suddenly become.
“So, now that you’re done with finals, how about that movie night?” Wanda proposed.
“I’d love that,” you answered, looking back over your shoulder at her. “Tonight?”
“Tonight is perfect,” she said, smiling at you in a way that made her nose scrunch up adorably, your heart melting at the sight. “Do you know what movie you want to watch, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you replied. “Yelena’s favorite movie for the holidays is Carol and she told me to watch it, so let’s go with that.”
Wanda smirked to herself before responding. “Sounds like a plan. We can watch it after dinner.”
“Okay,” you said with a nod, turning back around to finish cooking.
When dinner was finally ready, the two of you ate together at the table. Wanda asked how your day went and continued to praise you for doing so well in your classes, causing you to blush as you focused on your food, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She talked about work and how her week went, and she made sure to comment on how much she’d missed your company recently. Apparently it had been a stressful week for her and you briefly wondered if that had anything to do with her seeking relief every night. You cursed yourself for thinking of that now, certain your cheeks were even redder than before.
When you were finished eating, you took care of the dishes and she thanked you for being so sweet to her before heading to the living room to queue up the movie.
You cleaned up quickly, eager to spend more time with Wanda, and made your way to the living room, two glasses of wine in hand.
“Thank you, detka, you’re so good to me,” Wanda cooed, smiling as you handed her one of the glasses.
“Of course.” You joined her on the couch, your bodies mere inches apart as you settled in beside her.
“Ready?” She asked, sipping her wine as she reached for the remote.
“Yeah,” you replied.
Wanda smiled and pressed play, leaning back into the couch as the movie began. She seemed to have scooted closer to you in the process, your legs now touching.
It didn’t take long for you to realize that the movie revolved around an age gap relationship between two women and you wished you hadn’t chosen one of Yelena’s recommendations to watch with your stepmom, who you secretly had a huge crush on. You definitely should’ve done some research before suggesting to watch it, but you couldn’t go back on it now, no matter how awkward you suddenly felt or how tense the air around you had become.
At one point, Wanda rested her hand on your thigh, her thumb idly rubbing circles on the fabric of your pants, and you tried not to squirm. Between the plot of the movie and the way Wanda was touching you, you started to feel warm and slightly uncomfortable in your spot on the couch. You’d already finished off your glass of wine, hoping that the tipsy feeling would relax you a little bit, but it only made you feel hotter.
It wasn’t until a sex scene came on that Wanda spoke up, noticing you shifting beside her. “You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, checking in with faux concern, her sly smirk going unnoticed by you.
“Yeah,” you managed, your voice coming out breathier than you would’ve liked.
Wanda took the last sip of her wine, setting the glass on the coffee table. “Have you ever done anything like that?”
The question caught you off guard, not expecting Wanda to be asking you about your sex life. You sat there dumbly for a moment before Wanda turned to look at you curiously, waiting for a response.
“I- not really,” you answered honestly, feeling your cheeks heat up under her gaze.
“Hmm,” Wanda mused, contemplating her next words. “Do you think about it?”
You were once again surprised by her boldness. It took you a few seconds to say something back, your mind a little fuzzy from the wine and clouded with thoughts of all the things you wanted to do with Wanda.
“Um, yeah, I suppose.” You tried to sound nonchalant, but the way Wanda was questioning you had you feeling simultaneously embarrassed and also strangely aroused.
“Is that what you think about when you think of me?” Wanda asked, smiling far too innocently.
You almost choked upon hearing her words. She couldn’t possibly know how you felt about her, could she? You felt panic rise in your chest, unsure of how to respond to her question.
“I- what do you mean?” You stuttered out, looking anywhere but directly at her.
Wanda didn’t miss a beat. “I think you know exactly what I mean, detka,” she said, her sultry tone turning you on despite how confused and anxious you felt. “I know you’ve been watching me,” she spoke again, leaning in and resting her arm on the back of the couch, her body angled towards yours. Her confession made you look up at her, worry spread across your features as she smirked. “Did you like what you saw?”
You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you froze in place. How did she know? How much had she seen? How long has she known? So many questions swirled around in your mind as she waited patiently for you to respond. You broke eye contact, unable to look her in the eyes as you lied to her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried, a futile attempt to save yourself from the humiliation of her knowing.
“Oh sweetheart, we’re way past lying,” Wanda cooed, letting her hand come up to brush your hair behind your ear. “You know, it’s not proper to watch someone when they’re having some alone time.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, shame washing over you as she spoke. “It’s a good thing I knew you were there, hm? I mean, why else would I leave the door open every night?”
You snapped your head to look at her, shock evident on your face, and Wanda bit back a chuckle at your reaction.
“You- you wanted me to see?” You whispered, your brain working overtime to process the new information. You were having a hard time grasping the concept that Wanda even knew you watched her; the fact that she had always intended for you to watch her was too much to wrap your head around.
Was it possible that Wanda really did reciprocate your feelings for her? You’d never let yourself consider it, but in some ways it did make sense. She was always so sweet and overly touchy with you, but you’d never let yourself believe that it was because she felt something for you. But then you thought back to those nights, hearing her moan your name while she touched herself, and it clicked. She did want you, just as you wanted her, and the thought made you feel like your skin was on fire.
Wanda nodded, biting her lip. “The first night wasn’t on purpose,” she explained, looking back and forth between your eyes as she spoke. “But when I realized I had an audience, well…” she trailed off, smirking. “I guess you did like what you saw, hm?” She leaned in closer, her lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Because you kept coming back every single night to watch mommy get herself off.”
You groaned at her words and the arousal that shot through you as she said them. You fought the urge to squeeze your legs together, your core pulsing from her teasing. The name she used for herself wasn’t helping either - you weren’t expecting it, nor were you expecting the way it would make you feel.
You felt more than saw Wanda’s smirk at your reaction. “What did you like the most?” She asked, trailing featherlight kisses down your neck. “Was it the sight of me with my legs spread, my fingers working between my thighs? Or did you get off on my sounds, the way I moaned your name as I made myself feel good? Maybe it was seeing me cum, watching me fall apart on my own fingers - maybe that’s what did it for you.”
Her words were turning you on to no end and you had to hold back a whimper at how desperate you were becoming for her. You tried to nod in agreement, your breathing labored as she continued her ministrations on your neck.
“Use your words, detka,” she demanded, before sucking on your pulse point and making you shiver.
“Yes, all of it, fuck, Wanda,” you managed breathily, one hand coming up to her hair to keep her in place. She sighed against your skin, pulling back to take in the sight of you. Your eyes opened slowly and she took pride in how glossy they were, your pupils dark with desire. You already looked ruined and she’d barely done anything yet.
Her gaze flicked down to your lips briefly and your breath caught in your throat at the action. She cupped your cheek, stroking it with her thumb. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”
“Please,” you breathed out, no longer worried about her knowing how badly you wanted her.
She smiled before leaning in, so slowly that the anticipation was almost painful. Although tempted to just close the distance, you didn’t dare move, practically shaking at the first brush of her lips against yours.
Kissing Wanda was everything and nothing like what you’d expected. Her lips were impossibly soft as they moved hesitantly against your own and it made you feel warm all over. The kiss wasn’t rough or desperate; it was tender in a way you never could’ve imagined and you could already feel yourself getting lost in it.
When Wanda deepened the kiss, you couldn’t hold back a moan. You felt her smile against your lips before kissing you harder, letting her tongue slip into your mouth. You whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against yours; it was all so hot and you knew if she touched you in that moment, you’d be wet for her.
Without breaking the kiss, Wanda moved so she was laying back against the couch, pulling you with her so you were on top of her, straddling her lap. One hand rested on the back of your neck, keeping you close, the other gripping your hip, her thumb rubbing small circles into your skin where your shirt had ridden up.
You cupped her cheek as you kissed her with more fervor, relishing in the feeling of being this close to her.
When she finally broke the kiss to catch her breath, you didn’t hesitate to move your lips to her jaw, kissing her skin as you made your way to her neck. Feeling your warm breath and eager mouth against her neck made her sigh beneath you, a breathy moan escaping her parted lips when you softly nipped at her pulse point. The sound went straight to your core and the fact that you’d been the one to make her moan this time was intoxicating in the best way - you needed to hear more.
You brought one of your hands to the hem of her shirt, teasing the skin underneath as you pulled away to look up at her. “Is this okay?” You asked, your voice shaky from nerves and arousal.
Wanda nodded beneath you and you slid your hand higher until you felt the lace of her bra against your fingertips. Wanda gasped when you cupped her covered breast and squeezed lightly, running your thumb over her nipple through the fabric. “Good girl,” she praised, her words sending a jolt of arousal through your body. She looked at you with darkened eyes and parted lips, the pure desire in her gaze almost too much for you to handle.
You brought your other hand to her chest and teased her through the fabric of her bra, soaking in all her cute little reactions to your touch, until she stopped you, pulling your hands out from under her shirt. You almost wondered if you’d done something wrong, but then she was reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling the garment off. Her bra soon followed, leaving her bare, and you gawked at the sight of her topless beneath you.
“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling even more turned on. You practically drooled at the sight of her full breasts on display for you, her nipples hard from your teasing. She was absolutely perfect and you couldn’t wait to see all of her, to touch her everywhere, to worship her body the way you’d always dreamed about.
“You like what you see?” Wanda teased, already knowing the answer. Her cockiness only made you more aroused as you nodded dumbly. “Go ahead baby,” she encouraged. “Show me what you’ve always wanted to do to me.”
Her words emboldened you and you removed your own shirt before leaning in, capturing one of her nipples between your lips. Wanda moaned at the first touch of your tongue against her sensitive nipple, her hand coming up to the back of your head to keep you there, fingers tangling in your hair. You let your tongue caress the hardened bud, alternating between licking and sucking, drawing out more gasps and sighs from the woman beneath you.
Your hand came up to give attention to her other breast, rubbing and pinching at her stiff nipple until her breathing was labored and her hips were bucking up into you. You switched sides and continued worshipping her breasts, humming against her skin as you got lost in the way she felt underneath you.
“Fuck, Y/N, wait,” Wanda said, pulling you back from her chest and snapping you out of your haze. You looked up at her, partially worried she was going to tell you to stop entirely, but the next words from her mouth made your whole body tingle with excitement. “Take me to bed.”
The walk down the hallway was a blur, your mind still fuzzy as you stepped into her bedroom, her hand in yours keeping you grounded. She led you to her bed and crawled atop the sheets, leaning back against the pillows and pulling you on top of her once more.
She kissed you again, this time with more fervor. The addictive feeling of her lips on yours made your heart race and your underwear impossibly wetter. You kissed her back with just as much desperation, moaning against her lips when her tongue slid into your mouth. Her lips curled at that and you almost felt embarrassed, but at the same time it was turning you on even more.
Without breaking the kiss, Wanda grabbed your hand and guided it lower, not stopping until it was resting on the button of her jeans. You pulled back to take a breath and couldn’t help but admire how she looked with blown-out pupils and kiss-swollen lips.
Sensing that you were waiting for permission, Wanda broke the heated silence first. “Take them off,” she demanded, her raspy voice going straight to your core.
You bit your lip, nodding, before obeying. Her jeans came off easily and you paused for a moment to take in the sight of her. Wanda was both flattered and aroused by the way you looked at her, like you wanted to do unspeakable things to her.
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down slowly, teasing you. She spread her legs and watched your reaction, amused at how desperate you looked for her in that moment, your eyes glued to her pussy.
You stared longingly at her glistening sex, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in it and taste her for hours. You hardly noticed when Wanda’s fingers hooked into your belt loop, tugging lightly. “Take these off too, detka.”
Her words snapped you out of your haze and you were quick to oblige, awkwardly removing your jeans and kicking them off to the floor while she watched.
When you climbed on top of her again, kissing her with more desire than she was prepared for, she absentmindedly brought her thigh up between your legs. She gasped into the kiss when she felt how wet you were through your panties.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” she groaned, pecking your lips. “Did mommy make you this wet, sweetheart?”
You whined out of embarrassment, but the way she was speaking to you made you feel like you were on fire and you didn’t want it to stop. “Yes,” you murmured, feeling exposed.
“Yes what?” Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.
“Yes mommy,” you responded, giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Good girl,” she praised and you had to bite back a groan at her words. “I bet you get all wet when you watch me touch myself too, huh?”
“Yes mommy,” you answered, blushing, still feeling slightly humiliated that she knew how deeply desperate you were for her.
“Poor baby, it must’ve been so hard for you to see me like that and not be able to do anything about it, hm?” Her words were laced with faux sympathy and for some reason, it was incredibly hot. You pouted in response. “You have me now. What do you want to do to me?”
You were hesitant to tell her what you wanted, feeling shy at the thought of revealing what you’ve always imagined doing to her, but the way she was looking at you expectantly made you swallow your nerves. “I wanna taste you so bad,” you mumbled, your voice low.
“Yeah? You wanna taste mommy?” She repeated your words back to you and you could feel the heat in your cheeks from her teasing.
You nodded eagerly. “Please.”
“Oh, those manners,” Wanda purred, cupping your cheek. She leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs again, enjoying the way your eyes fell to the space between her thighs. “Go ahead baby, eat mommy’s pussy.”
You couldn’t believe what was happening - you were about to sleep with Wanda and she was encouraging you to taste her the way you could only dream about until now. You’d never done anything like this with anyone, but you were more excited and aroused than nervous at this point.
You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh, before slowly making your way to where she wanted you most. You left open-mouthed kisses along the way, worshipping every inch of her skin. You could smell her arousal and it made you feel dizzy with lust; you couldn’t wait to taste her, eager to feel her cumming in your mouth.
You looked up at her once more, seeing nothing but desire in her gaze. Just as she was about to speak, to tell you to stop teasing, you dove in, licking a long stripe up her pussy, collecting her arousal on your tongue. You moaned at the taste of her, the way her soft folds felt under your tongue, the way she was dripping for you, and she gasped at the feeling of your hot mouth on her sensitive cunt.
When you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, Wanda couldn’t hold back a loud moan, her hips bucking slightly from the sudden stimulation. You alternated between sucking on her clit and flicking your tongue over it, drawing out more delicious moans from the woman beneath you. You could’ve gotten off on her sounds alone, but you nearly came right then and there when you looked up and saw her face contorted in pleasure, her eyebrows scrunched up and her lips parted as she panted beneath you.
She smiled when you made eye contact with her, humming in pleasure as you ran your tongue over her clit once more. “Mmm, fuck, you’re doing so good, sweetheart, so good for mommy,” she managed, the praise only making you more needy.
You doubled down on your efforts, determined to make her come undone. You groaned when Wanda began grinding her pussy into your mouth, her hips unable to stay still. She was practically fucking your face and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You already knew that watching her take her pleasure was enough to ruin you, but this was something else entirely.
You moaned into her pussy when she gripped your hair, not hard enough to hurt but firmly enough to guide your movements, and continued the rhythm of her hips as she chased her orgasm. She looked so sexy getting lost in her pleasure and you couldn’t help but feel close to your own orgasm at the sight.
She tasted so fucking good too and despite the subtle ache in your jaw, you wanted to stay like this forever, trapped between her strong thighs as you lapped at her dripping cunt.
“Fuck, I’m so close, you’re doing so good,” she moaned, her voice breathy and higher in pitch. Her clit throbbed under your tongue as she approached the edge, her legs shaking around your head.
With one final swipe of your tongue, Wanda reached her peak, her back arching as waves of pleasure racked her body.
Pushing her over the edge only made you fall apart with her, a guttural moan leaving your lips as the coil within you snapped. It was short but intense and you could only grip Wanda’s thighs harshly as you rode it out.
Her hips continued to grind against your mouth and you didn’t stop eating her out, desperate to keep having her like this. You eagerly lapped up her wetness, groaning at the taste of her cum as she moaned and writhed beneath you.
You helped her ride out the aftershocks, keeping your mouth on her as long as you could. Even as she was coming down from her orgasm, you didn’t stop running your tongue through her, leaving tender kisses along the reddened skin of her overstimulated cunt.
Wanda’s grip on your hair loosened as she caught her breath, her hips jerking a little when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. She ran her fingers through your hair softly, looking down at you between her legs with lust and adoration in her eyes. “Come here,” she beckoned, smiling when you reluctantly pulled away from her center and crawled up to meet her at the head of the bed.
She leaned in to kiss you hard, letting her tongue swipe into your mouth and humming at the taste of herself. You kissed her back desperately, hungrily, as if having your first taste of her only made you want more - which was true.
She finally broke the kiss, panting, and cradled your face in her hand. “You did so good for your first time, detka,” she praised, leaning forward to whisper her next words in your ear. “You made mommy cum so hard.”
A subtle whimper escaped you at her words and she smirked. “So cute like this, all desperate for me.” She bit her lip as she admired how ruined you looked for her. “What do you need, baby?”
“Can you go again?” You blurted out, trying not to feel embarrassed at how eager you sounded.
Wanda’s eyes widened the slightest bit at your question, not expecting you to already want to make her cum again, especially when you hadn’t been taken care of. “What about you?”
Heat rose to your cheeks. “I- um, I already…” You trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
Wanda’s eyes lit up with realization and you wished you could hide from her when you noticed her lips curling into a cocky smile. “Yeah? You came just from eating mommy out?” You nodded almost shamefully, your breath catching in your throat when Wanda leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Any embarrassment you felt in that moment quickly dissipated. Wanda loved the effect she had on you and the fact that she found it attractive only made you more confident in your desire for her.
Before you could formulate a response, her mouth was on yours again, kissing you ravenously and without restraint. You kissed her back with just as much passion, certain that nothing in life would ever feel as good as being with her like this.
Your thigh came up between her legs, pressing against her center, and she gasped into the kiss. The feeling of her soaked cunt against your bare skin made your head spin and you broke the kiss to mumble against her lips. “Sit on my face.” It was less of a demand and more of a request, your eyes pleading as you looked into hers. “Please.”
“So fucking eager,” Wanda said with amazement, the words breathy as she spoke them.
She quickly flipped your positions so that she was on top, her soft thighs straddling your midsection, her wet pussy grazing your bare stomach as she helped you get comfortable against the pillows. You reached for the backs of her thighs, encouraging her to come closer.
Soon her thighs were on either side of your head and you were practically buzzing with excitement for what was to come.
“Tap my thigh three times if you need to stop.” Those were the last words you heard before she lowered her pussy onto your mouth with a moan of satisfaction.
Wanda came several more times before the night was over. She guided you on how she liked to be touched and you were more than happy to do whatever she wanted. You fell apart once more on her thigh while you fucked her with your fingers, getting off on her moans and the way she looked in the throes of pleasure.
Wanda’s body practically melted into the mattress after her final orgasm of the night, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Once she recovered, she didn’t hesitate to cuddle up next to you, holding you close.
If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve asked her what this meant to her. Your feelings ran deeper than just sex, but you weren’t sure if hers did too. You tried not to worry about it, instead focusing on the way her body felt against yours, her soft breaths tickling your neck as she rested. You eventually drifted off to sleep, surrounded by her warmth and her scent.
When you were woken up the next morning by Wanda touching herself next to you, you could only wonder what you’d gotten yourself into - not that you were going to complain of course.
pairing: jonathan byers x oc (Lynn MacAllister), could be imagined as jonathan byers x reader
summary: a busy summer leaves lynn feeling left out. lynn struggles with nancy and jonathan's relationship and the fact that she lost her chance, but when jonathan calls her she immediately picks up.
warning(s): spoilers for season 3, fighting/arguing, first person pov
The phone rang, and I glanced at my clock: 10:00AM. Everybody who would be calling me should be at work. It rang again. I rolled over in my bed and laid on my back, staring at the ceiling while it rang a third time.
“Alright, alright.” I groaned aloud, forcing my feet out of the covers and onto the rough carpet.
I begrudgingly shuffled to the ever-ringing phone.
“MacAllister residence,” I grumbled, probably incoherently.
“Lynn?” Jonathan Byers’ voice questioned on the other end of the line. “Hey, sorry, did I wake you?”
“Jay?” I yawned. “Aren’t you…aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
I stretched, feeling a bit more awake. “In your cave, with your red light?”
He sighed. “Yeah, uh…can you come over?”
“What?” I checked my wrist then remembered I hadn’t put on my watch yet. “Now?”
“Uh…yeah.” By the tone of his voice, I could imagine him sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Is that okay?”
“I looked down at my pajama set. “I-Jay, it’s gonna be about an hour. I gotta make breakfast, and my brother has the car until this afternoon, so I’d have to bike over-”
“I can pick you up! And make you breakfast. I do it for Will and Mom all the time.”
The way his voice lit up almost made me want to agree. Just for a split second. And then I remembered…he had a girlfriend.
I just laughed. “It’s alright, man. I got some leftovers I gotta get rid of, and if you pick me up, I don’t have a way home. I need the car from my brother to babysit the Bakers tonight.”
“I can get you home in time to babysit the bakers.” He prodded.
I exhaled and scrunched up my face as I contemplated. “Fineee. Give me thirty minutes, will you?”
Jonathan chuckled. “You got it. See you in thirty.”
“Okay, see you!” I had to force myself not to giggle like a school girl as I hung up.
Nancy Wheeler was not a jealous girl. She was actually quite nice, if not a tiny bit entitled. She actually had no problem at all with Jonathan and I’s friendship, and as summer would have it, I barely saw him at all, and not enough for her to be concerned. I didn’t think she would be so okay with it if she knew I’ve had feelings for Jonathan since I’d practically met him. Granted, it’s only been a few years, I just thought I had more time.
I pulled myself away from the wall and into my room. I started brushing my teeth and walked towards my closet, multitasking. What should I wear? How should I do my hair? Should I curl it? Should I bring out my new blouse? Is it cute enough?
I rubbed my forehead, embarrassed I had even let myself think those questions. Geez, I didn’t think it would be this difficult. I may be a lot of things, but a cheater isn’t one of them. And I realized I was brushing for too long, and the toothpaste was more like watery mint now. I forced myself away from the closet and back to the bathroom where I splashed cold water on my face after rinsing my mouth out.
He has a girlfriend. You lost your chance. He’s just a friend now. I repeated to myself as I hit play on my cassette player and let ABBA distract me with the sound of 70s disco.
I set out a pair of jeans then turned towards my shirts. My hand hesitated as I reached for a band tee. I redirected and grabbed my favorite light blue t-shirt instead.
After getting dressed, I decided to just brush my hair and tie it back. One less thing to worry about. I paused ABBA to hurry into the kitchen, realizing Jonathan would be here in ten minutes.
To my disappointment, the leftovers I had planned on were not in the fridge. I closed the door roughly and stood there with my hands on my hips, trying to think of an easy breakfast. I opened the ridge again, but the casserole container did not magically appear as I hoped. I spun around to the cabinets and decided to grab two oat bars and an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. I regretted brushing my teeth before breakfast because I realized I couldn’t even enjoy a glass of orange juice.
I rubbed the apple off on my shirt and took a bite that had a nice, satisfying crunch to it. I was mid-bite when I heard a knock on the door. Crap. I stuck the half-eaten apple in my mouth, holding it between my teeth, and shoved the two bars into my front pocket, hoping they wouldn’t fall out.
I raced back to my room and grabbed my sneakers and jammed my feet into them. In my rush back to the dining room, I slid into a kitchen chair before wildly moving for the front door. I threw it open and only then realized what a mess I probably looked: out of breath with the apple still in my mouth dripping juice down my chin, my shoes half-tied, and my hair falling out of the strunchie. Definitely a mess, especially compared to Jonathan still in his nice work clothes looking what I can only guess as amused in the doorway.
I immediately stood up straight and took the apple out of my mouth to wipe the sticky juice off my chin.
“Hi,” I grinned then pursed my lips when I realized there was apple skin stuck in my teeth.
Jonathan burst out laughing. That was a nice sound. “Do you…need a minute?”
“No!” I crossed my arms stubbornly and tried to use my tongue to wiggle the apple bits loose. “But if you’re not in a rush, I think it’s probably better if I finish the apple here.”
“I’ve got time.” He leaned against the door frame.
I faked a smile to hide the fact that I was definitely trying not to check him out.
“Come on in,” I made a grand gesture welcoming him through the door then realized I still had the apple in my hand.
He leaned against the counter as I shut the door and lounged in a kitchen chair.
“So,” I smacked, taking a big bite out of my apple. “When’d you become a polo guy?”
“Huh?” Jonathan looked down at his polo and khakis. “Oh. This summer, I guess. It’s for my job…at The Post.”
“Ah, I see. I thought you’d finally started going to church.”
He laughed. “No. It’s not Sunday, anyway.”
I shrugged.
“So, these are the “leftovers” you turned down my excellent breakfast-making skills for?” He gestured to the apple I was finishing off.
I pouted, knowing this was his way of saying “I told you so.”
“My brother took them to work.” I grumbled.
“Yeah, well this isn’t breakfast,” Jonathan raised his eyebrows as I tried to toss the apple core into the trash can next to him.
It missed.
We both stared at it.
“Don’t start.” I waved him off.
He held his hands up, “I didn’t say anything.”
I stretched my legs to get out of the chair, and Jonathan reached for the core at the same time.
Our hands brushed.
I froze for a half-second before snatching the apple and chucking it into the trash. I winced, walking over to the sink. What if he’d touched it? It had been in my mouth. My face grew warm. Quickly rinsing my hands off, I got rid of the juice then reached for a paper towel. I dried my hands and wiped my mouth. I squished the damp towel in my hands and eyed the trash can.
Jonathan caught my eye then held his hand out, chuckling.
“I could have made it.” I made a face as I dropped the towel into his open palm.
“Right,” he tossed it into the trash can. “Like you made that apple?”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“You ready?” Jonathan strode towards the door.
“Yep!” I tightened my scrunchie and followed him.
“You gonna finish tying your shoes?” He played with his keys.
My cheeks felt hot. “I can..tie them in the car.”
“Don’t trip,” Jonathan headed down the front steps as I locked the door with my house key. “Also, I’m making you breakfast when we get to my house.”
“What?!” I spun away from the door. “No, it’s okay! I have these!”
I yanked the bars from my pocket and bounded down the stairs after him. Unfortunately, I was too focused on watching him get into the car that I missed a step and nearly pitched forward.
“You sure you don’t need to tie your shoes?” He snickered.
“It wasn’t the laces!” I stomped over to the passenger side.
Jonathan was still laughing when I got in the car.
“Shut up!” I shoved him playfully. “It was the step!”
“Okay,” He smiled.
‘It was!” I argued, tying my shoes, careful not to put them on the seat.
Jonathan glanced over after starting the car. “You don’t have to tie your shoes in the air.”
“I don’t want to get the seat dirty!”
He chuckled. “Lynn, it’s an old car. I’m surprised it made it over here.”
“I knew you should have let me bike over!” I exclaimed but lost my balance when he backed the car up.
“If I let you bike over, it would have been another thirty minutes.” He reasoned, checking the rearview before pulling away from my house.
“Alright,” I grumbled. “What was so urgent you needed to risk your car to save half an hour?”
Jonathan’s face dropped.
“Um.” His voice caught in his throat. “Can we-can we wait until we’re at my house?”
“Uh…sure…”
“Thanks,” he cleared his throat, and I watched his eyes dart around. “Uh, music?”
“Oh, okay.” I raised an eyebrow but quickly corrected my face.
Both our hands reached for the radio, and not for the first time today, our fingers brushed.
I yanked my arm back like I’d just touched a hot stove.
“Sorry,” I forced a laugh. “Driver gets to pick.”
“Do you have a preference?’ He turned up the volume, and the end of a Runaways song played through the speaker.
“This is fine.” I managed, trying to discreetly feel if my face was warm.
“Call Me” by Blondie played next, and I sat up, my heated face forgotten.
“I love this song!” I started dancing in my seat and pretending to play the guitar.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jonathan start to relax a little, his grip on the wheel not so white-knuckle anymore.
“Call me!” I sang into an invisible microphone. “Call me any-anytime.”
I paused. “Hey! You kinda did!”
Jonathan whipped his head towards me. “What?”
“You know, called me…any anytime!”
“Heh. Yeah I guess I did.” He looked less than amused, distracted at best.
Tough crowd. I turned to stare out the window. Geez, I didn’t think a fifteen minute ride could be this tense. As we drove past the fields and scraggly trees, my mind drifted. Why wasn’t he at work? Did something happen? Was his brother okay? Was Nancy okay? Where was Nancy, anyway?
“Hey, where’s Wheeler-” I started at the same time he said,
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so-”
“Oh.” We said at the same time. “You first.”
“No, you first!” I argued.
“No, it’s okay. Mine can wait. Ladies first.”
“Oh…thanks. I just-I was just going to ask where Nancy was.”
Jonathan stiffened again.
Ooh…wrong question. A small, very small, part of me got hopeful: breakup? And I hated it.
“What?” he managed. “Can’t a guy hang out with other girls without his girlfriend?”
I made a face. My eyebrows definitely did something beyond my control. “...no…that kinda defeats the point of having a girlfriend.”
He sucked in a breath. “Yeah…sory, that came out wrong. What I meant was…Nancy won’t be joining us.”
“Oh, okay.”
A Queen song played, but I didn’t have the heart to sing along. Thankfully, it was only three minutes into “Bohemian Rhapsody” when we pulled up to the Byers’ house.
The car sputtered to a stop, and Jonathan put it in park, turning the key. We walked up the front steps in silence. I regretted tying my shoes the way I did because they were way too loose. I kicked the wooden step with the toe of my sneaker.
Jonathan unlocked the front door. His house was…quiet. Like it used to be before the end of the world struck. Strangely quiet.
Walking towards the hall, I noticed a few magnets on the floor and a piece of paper. I paused and picked them up. The paper had a coloring sheet of a man flying in a suit and tie. The bottom left read: BOB NEWBY SUPERHERO in red crayon. I stuck it back on the fridge with an apple magnet and stared at it.
I’d met Bob a few times. He was really nice. And the only one who knew about my feelings for Jonathan. He stopped me one night after dinner and said he caught me staring. He said he understood what I was going through and that Joyce never looked twice at him in high school. I joked that I hoped I wasn’t in my forties when I got to make a move.
“Hey.” Jonathan’s quiet voice snapped me from my memories as I realized I still had a magnet in my hand.
“Sorry,” I stuck it to the fridge. “Just remembering him.”
“Yeah. My mom…she still really misses him.”
“I bet.” I turned away from the fridge and followed him to his room.
For the most part, it was exactly the same. Then I noticed Nancy’s dress thrown over the back of his desk chair, and I opted to sit on the old carpet. I leaned on the bookshelf with his cassette player and crossed my legs.
“Any new tapes, Byers?” I fiddled with the buttons.
“Yeah, I made a new mixtape for Will. I just haven’t given it to him yet.” He popped it into the slot and pressed “play.”
To my surprise, Jonathan turned the volume down and sat heavily on his bed.
“Oh,” I shifted toward him. “Is this the mysterious reason you called me here this morning?”
“Yeah,” he groaned.
“Well…” I prompted.
“I got fired this morning.” He dragged his hands over his face.
My jaw dropped.
“...and Nancy and I got into a fight.”
My eyebrows furrowed. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to find my voice.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t know what to do…it all happened so quickly.”
“Wait-wait wait wait hang on…” I interrupted. “You got into a fight because you got fired? Or…you got into a fight…and that got you fired? Or are those things unrelated? Also, you called me at ten. You start work at, like, nine. You got into a fight and got fired in an hour?”
“Nancy’s been investigating a lead our boss told us to drop, and I told her not to go behind his back because it was really dangerous, and I didn’t want to risk our jobs.” His voice strained as he grew frustrated. “But she just kept pushing, and our boss found out, and he fired us both because it involved this old lady, and she might sue-”
“Wait, why would an old lady sue?”
“It’s a long story. It got us fired, and on the way back, we got into this huge fight. I said she shouldn’t have pushed, and she said she wanted our coworkers to take her seriously.” Jonathan gestured wildly with his hands as I picked at the carpet. “And yes, they do treat her like an errand girl, but that’s just the way the world works! And I…brought up her privilege-”
“Oh, yikes.” I sucked in a breath.
“Because I can’t afford to lose this job! And then it escalated to, “well maybe we have different goals right now.”” He flopped angrily on his back, causing the bedframe to shake.
“So…why did you call me?” I uncrossed my legs.
“I…I don’t know…” Jonathan ran his hand through his hair as he grasped for words.
My heart dropped.
“And you knew I’d pick up.” I muttered, staring at the pattern in the carpet.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
Oh no. I felt tears well up in my eyes. No. I took a deep breath. Hold your composure.
“So, you blow me off the whole summer, but the second things don’t work out with you and your girlfriend, you come running to me-” I tore my focus away from the carpet.
“No, Lynn.” He pleaded. “It’s not like that.”
“You came running to me,” I repeated. “Because you’ll know I’ll pick up?”
My voice cracked, and took another break. I will keep my composure.
“I didn’t blow you off! We were both working!”
“You didn’t reach out!” I shouted. So much for keeping my composure.
“You didn’t reach out!” he rose from the bed.
“I didn’t come running to you with all my problems the second my life fell apart! And believe me I could have!” I jumped up and got in his face.
Jonathan slumped back down. “I finally had free time-”
“You’re a weak man, Jonathan Byers!”
“I know!” He exclaimed.
I felt a release in my chest when I said that. A weight lifted. A weight which was immediately replaced by a creeping realization. And I’m weak too, for dropping everything the minute you need me. Why?
“And you wanted me to comfort you and solve all your problems. I’m not going to be your backup for Nancy Wheeler.” I said spitefully. My face was probably flushed from anger.
“You’re not a back up!” He yelled in frustration.
We both exhaled intensely.
“Yeah,” I flopped back on the floor. “I know.”
I could never be a back up for Nancy Wheeler. I knew that.
A moment passed as I figured out what to say.
“Jonathan.” I scooched over by the bed. “I know that all the closest people in your life need you. Your mom needs you as a son but as the stable one, and Will needs you to be his brother and a father figure. You’re the son, brother, father, and breadwinner all at once.”
He looked at me expectantly.
I diverted my gaze to the floor.
“And I know that with Nancy, it…” I carefully chose my words. “Felt like she was the first person who wanted you.”
“Yeah.” He managed.
I turned my head. I wanted you. I wanted to say. I cleared my throat instead.
I met his gaze. “So…what are you doing?”
“Is it wrong to want a break?”
He was always a quiet guy, but the tone in which he said that could only be described as small.
My heart froze.”A break from her, or a break from the relationship?”
“Not the relationship. Just…from her, I think…right now.”
“Well…” I finally moved up to the bed. “Y’all work together right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, I expect you’re seeing a lot of each other. It’s probably not healthy to be with your girlfriend all hours of the day. She should be a priority, but you don’t have to spend every minute with her.”
I hated that I was giving him dating advice when I would date him if he ever asked. I was weak. Weak for him.
“You’re right…I guess…I’ve been so scared if I didn’t see her, I’d lose her.”
“I don’t think you’d lose her that easily.”
“And I’ve neglected my friendships. I’m sorry.” He looked at me.
“I’m sorry, too…for not reaching out. And for calling you weak.” Because we know I’m a hypocrite.
We both smiled weakly.
Then my stomach growled loudly.
He laughed as I blushed.
“So…” I rocked back and forth on my heels. “About that breakfast you promised?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hunter X Hunter
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gon Freecs & Leorio Paladiknight
Characters: Leorio Paladiknight, Gon Freecs, Senritsu | Melody (Hunter X Hunter)
Summary:
Leorio Paladiknight hung up his phone, stuffing it into his pants pocket. He started to make his way out of Pearce Hall, dimly aware he was walking as he twisted and swerved past other medical students, trying to make sense of Melody’s phone call.
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It has been said for ages that opposites attract. However, Justin Herbert didn't believe that one bit.
He was quiet, shy, guarded, and hated confrontation. People questioned his abilities based on that. It pissed him off, but not in a way he would mention to the media.
Justin's friends and family often joked that his soul mate would be a spitfire, someone who was the life of the party. He found that ridiculous, any girl he went after was the same way he was. Maybe that's why his relationships never worked out, they were both afraid to be vulnerable. Though he knew that wasn't the case. His girlfriends told him he was too closed off, not emotionally available, and always focused on the ball. Which was fine, Justin lived and breathed football, plus at 24, he wasn't looking for a soul mate.
July 16th, 2022 was the night his life changed forever.
A few years ago, a famous actor by the name of Joseph Grant befriended Justin. Joseph was on a popular television show, he couldn't tell ya that name of it. It was a college drama he wasn't interested in.
Joe was a big fan of the Chargers growing up in Los Angeles and when a new promised QB gets drafted he had to befriend him. They would talk on Instagram, and Justin kept up with him a little bit. He knew that he was getting married to another Hollywood starlet. What he didn't expect to receive was an Invite.
His immediate reaction was to not attend and maybe send a gift. His mom could help him with that. There was too much going on with trying to get the Chargers in a playoff spot, plus a Hollywood party was not appealing to someone like him at all. He stuck the invite to the fridge.
A month later when his playoff hopes were dashed and he was done sulking. He had Mike over for dinner.
"Shit I forgot to rsvp to Joe's wedding."
He stared at the invite on his fridge, in disbelief that he would forget something like that.
"Oh don't worry, I told him we were going"
Justin whipped his head around so fast that he almost stumbled. "You what!"
Mike shrugged. "Yeah Joe asked me about it and I said we will be there."
He was going to kill his wide receiver "why the hell would you do that! I'm not going to a wedding full of famous people I don't know!"
"Relax man, I am going with you, plus it's intimate like 60 people at the most."
"Yeah and 57 of them I don't know," Justin grumbled under his breath.
July 16th, 2022.
The wedding was beautiful. Justin had to give that. Mike was right, there were only about 50ish people there. Still, he didn't know them and Mike, who was supposed to be by his side the whole night, disappeared as soon as dinner was finished. Now it was just him alone at the bar. He had already spoken to Joe and his new wife, who joked that they would be at So-Fi every Sunday since she wrote it in her vows.
He sat there and nursed his drink. He was not going to get even the slightest bit intoxicated in a room full of strangers. Bad enough he was sure he was caught in the background of a few photos that were taken and circulating on social media.
"Hi! You're Justin Herbert!" He sighed and turned around, beginning to put on his media face when he was at a loss for words when he met the face with the voice
It was none other than Sara Wozniak, the star of the TV show Joe was on. He didn't know many current celebrities, but he knew her. The "It" girl. For being 26, she had an impressive amount of roles under her belt. Including an academy award nomination. She was beautiful, and every guy in Hollywood and beyond lusted after her.
And she was talking to him. He remembered he had to speak. "Um yes hi I'm Justin. You're Sara right?"
She smiled. "Yes! It's nice to meet you! Joe talks about you a lot. I've been to a few of your games last season. Sucks about the playoffs though."
"You've gone to games?"
She smiled brighter. "Yes, I love football, though I'm from Steel city."
Justin had to laugh "and how is being a steelers fan going for you?"
She smacked his arm "okay you don't have to gloat Mr. Rookie of the year"
The two continued their conversation for what seemed like forever. It has only been an hour since. He didn't even feel like he was talking to an A-list star. Sara was intelligent. He had no idea She held a bachelor's degree in psychology Amid their conversation about mental disorders a slow song came on. Justin saw her face brighten up when she heard the first few notes and she grabbed his large hand and began to pull him to the dance floor. Or at least as much as she can considering she was about 5'7 standing in high heels and more than likely half his weight.
" I love this song!"
Now normally Justin wasn't the type to hit the dance floor, the last time he slow danced was at senior prom. He couldn't say no to Sara though.
It felt right, being close to her though. She had wrapped her arms around him as much as she could while he wrapped around her back and they began to sway.
"You know this song?" Justin broke from his trance to look down at her.
"Um no I'd never heard of it."
"It's collide by Howie Day. Such a beautiful song." He'd have to look up the lyrics later.
The night seemed to fly by, and Justin found himself not caring where Mike was until it was time to send the newlyweds off.
Sara stayed by his side as they watched the couple drive away signaling an end to the night. Everyone began to head towards the parking lot and Justin saw Mike waiting by the car watching the couple.
"Well, I had a lot of fun. It was nice meeting you." He wasn't sure where to go from there.
Sara held out her hand "gimme your phone"
"Huh?"
"Just give me it"
He took out the sleep iPhone and she snatched it from his hands. After a few minutes of typing. She gave it back to him "call me"
She headed in the opposite direction, but not before blowing him a kiss before she joined her friends who all watched the interaction
Once Justin reached the car Mike slapped him on the back "DUDE! You got Sara Wozniak's phone number."
"Yeah she just gave it to me"
"Dawg! You already got a touchdown and the season hasn't started!"
His cheeks turned red at Mike's ribbing "Shut up and let's get home. We have a workout tomorrow"
"Only you would suck the fun out of getting a hot girl's number"
Once he was home and laying underneath the covers he typed in Sara's name in Google. Immediately her Wikipedia page came up, once he read that he went to her IMBD page, and he felt his eyes start to drop during an interview clip for vogue.
Before he shut off his phone, he got an Instagram alert
SaraCWozniak is now following you
As happy as it made him to see that. He thought about her number on his phone, despite the good time they had. He had no plans to call her. An athlete and a movie star were a recipe for a disaster.
*so this is going to be a short story. Give me some feedback and let me know what ya think!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hunter | The Golden Guard/Willow Park
Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Willow Park, Gus Porter, Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman (The Owl House)
Additional Tags: Huntlow Week 2022, Huntlow Week
Summary:
Hunter, Gus, and Willow are waiting to meet up with Luz as her security escort during "Clouds on the Horizon." Written for the Flower Crown prompt for Day 2 of Huntlow Week 2022.
hey 😏 this is a request but don’t feel pressured to write it, take a break if you need to （＾∇＾）
but basically ; MC doing Felix’s eyeliner (or vice versa) and it leads to a little smooch session 😽
You got it! I hope this is alright :) Can you tell I just wanted to make it like that one meme?
Just a warning, it does get rather spicy at the end 😳
Title: Makeup and Makeout
Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC (Last Legacy)
Words: 1160
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“Chin up.”
Felix’s clothing rustles against the fabric of the sofa as he complies, tilting his head slightly backwards at my request. The silky strands of his dark hair fall away from his face and halo around his head, revealing his delicate features and the blush that spreads over the crest of his nose to the tips of his ears.
I straddle his narrow waist and lean forward, taking his chin between my fingers. He exhales. I thumb open the softness of his lower lip, admiring the smoothness of his skin beneath my fingertips.
Felix’s eyes are wide as he allows me to touch him, the expression on his face both nervous and expectant. He’s stiff underneath my hands, and though my breath fans over his face, Felix’s seems caught in his throat. He swallows. Though he squirms slightly on the sofa beneath me, I know how deeply he must trust me to allow me this close without complaint.
“All your staring is rather unnerving, my dear,” he whispers with a slight frown. Though I assume he intends to sound annoyed, it comes off more nervous, his voice wobbly. His eyes flicker up to meet mine, a timid uncertainty in the deep grey of them.
“Get used to it,” I smile in reply. I move to cradle his face in my palm. “Look up for me?”
His dark eyelashes flutter as he complies, shifting his gaze upwards toward the ceiling. I place my finger under his eye and softly tug at the skin. I dip the brush in my hand back into the black makeup, then draw it along the crease of his eye. I brush it outwards in a single stroke, careful not to smudge it over the soft swell of his cheek.
“T-this feels strange,” Felix stammers.
I can tell he’s uncomfortable with how much attention I’m paying to him, how softly I treat him. I gently wipe a bit of makeup from the corner of his eye. “Just sit still. I’ll take care of you.”
I refocus on painting the sharp lines around his eyes, though I have to drag my attention away from his face. This close, I can clearly see the features that are usually obscured by distance: the faint freckles over his nose, the flecks of green in the grey of his eyes, the bruise on his jaw from where he tripped and fell earlier this week. I can see the marks where the strings of his necklace cut into his throat, the slow rise of his chest against his shirt as he breathes. He blinks, and I feel the brush of his long lashes against my thumbnail.
“There. All done, you did perfect.”
I lower my hands to cup his cheeks. The smoky shade of his eyeliner contrasts beautifully against the pale grey of his irises and his tanned skin, suiting him incredibly well. Stunning.
“Do you want to check my work?”
Felix shakes his head. “I needn’t. I trust you.”
His eyes search my face and I can tell that he does, wholly and unabashedly. He draws his fingers over the slope of my collarbones before he lets his hands fall back to his sides, as if he’s realized he’s allowed himself such a small display of vulnerability and now wishes to take it back. He huffs, frustrated, and turns his face into one of the cushions at his side.
“Well, do you want to know what I think?” I ask, not waiting for his response. “You’re really rocking the look. You could be the newest, sexiest member of Kiss.”
Felix tilts his head to the side and frowns up at me, his glare barely stifling the fondness underneath. “Why must you make ‘pop culture’ references you know I won’t understand?”
“My apologies,” I whisper, mimicking his faint accent. I lean down closer to him with a smirk, watching as his eyes go wide. “It means I think you look good.”
Felix’s breath hitches. He returns my expression with a slight, nervous half-smirk of his own, despite his furiously flushed cheeks. Then he props himself up on his elbows, his eyes alight with teasing. “And you have me all to yourself, dearest. Whatever will you do with me?”
I sit back up on my knees and grin. “Hm. Nothing.” The space between turns cold and empty. Felix pouts. The look on his face is so effortlessly endearing that I nearly wilt. He can bend me like a flower in the wind if he wishes, we both know it, but I can also do the same to him.
Before I can make to move off him, he entwines his hands behind my neck and tugs me towards him, until we’re so close our foreheads touch and his breath ripples over my face when he speaks.
“I do recall you saying something about a kiss.”
“Not a kiss, Kiss. They’re a-”
My words are cut off by his lips crashing against mine. Felix tangles his hands in my hair pulls me close until our mouths meet. I nearly lurch forwards with how desperately he’s clutching me against him, my hands catching my weight on the back of the sofa by his head.
It takes me a moment to respond to the forcefulness of his kiss; I’m momentarily still before matching the feverish pace his lips. He moans as he parts his lips for me, trailing his hands down my cheeks to cup my jaw and sucking on my tongue in his mouth before he pulls away with a gasp.
“I much prefer this kiss, then,” Felix mumbles against my mouth. I can feel the corners of his mouth curving upwards. “Over whatever nonsense you were spewing.”
He laughs at whatever expression I must make, and I shut him up by kissing him again. Felix falls back against the sofa with a gasp of surprise. I grasp one of his hands in mine and press it back by his head as our kiss deepens, then slows. He makes a pleased hum, squeezing my hand in his own as our lips work together. He entwines our hands as we kiss, sliding his long fingers between mine. His lips are parched and cool, the taste of him sweet as the tea he so often drinks.
When we eventually part, Felix immediately wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight to his chest. It’s a bone-crushing embrace that steals my breath, but one I’m not certain I wish to escape from.
“What would I do without you, my dear barista?” It sounds as if he’s asking me as well as himself. He runs his hands up and down my back, and I sigh.
“Your own eyeliner, I suppose.”
Felix settles his chin on my shoulder. I don’t have to see his face to know he’s rolling his eyes. “I managed as much before, thank you.” Then he repeats in a smaller, whispered voice, “Thank you.”
I know he speaks not merely for the makeup now lining his eyes.
Summary: When a boy falls into the harbor on an icy December day, Bucky meets ex-combat medic (y/f/n) (y/l/n). She is fighting to figure out life after the war. Something about her sticks with Bucky in a way he can’t shake.
Word Count: 1.5k ish
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for being patient. I know I haven’t posted in a hot minute but I’ve been super fucking busy, so there’s that. I decided to squander away time I could be doing work and wrote this instead. Flood my inbox and make my day plz <3
There was a tall man standing in front of one of the rooms. He had a loose brown aviator jacket on and a red henley underneath. He wore a navy blue ball cap pulled low to conceal his face, the ends of his shoulder length chestnut hair peeking out from underneath it.
“Bucky,” she whispered in surprise.
“Y/n?”
“Bucky, what are you doing here?” She asked, still not really believing he was standing in front of her.
“I… uh— he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “I just wanted to check on the kid. I couldn’t stop wondering whether he made it or not.”
Y/n merely nodded, knowing exactly the feeling.
“Me too,” she chuckled to herself, “I couldn’t sleep last night.”
He just stared at her in awe. “Me either,” he whispered back.
There was a beat of silence between the two of them; it was almost awkward, neither of them really knowing what to say. They were both a little enraptured by each other, reminiscent of their moment on the dock.
Bucky cleared his throat, y/n shifted on her feet, breaking the tension between them. She walked forward to the hospital room. The door was open and through the gap in the curtains she could see the boy resting peacefully in the hospital bed. The boy had a tube sticking out of his mouth and was hooked up to so many leads, between the cardiac monitor, the IV drip, and ventilator. The room was filled only by the rhythmic pumping of the ventilator and the soft beeping of the EKG.
The boy had better color than the last time she saw him, a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. He looked so soft and innocent, little freckles scattered across his skin and blond hair swept across his forehead. In the chair next to the boy’s bed was an older man. He had grasped the boy’s hand in both of his own, his eyes never leaving the sleeping child. Y/n could see the glassiness in his eyes and he exhaustion evident in the dark circles. He wore a simple knit sweater and worn jeans.
Noticing the figures standing outside of the room, he glanced at the door. He cleared his throat and stood to walk to the door, puzzling at the broad shouldered man and the woman with a large German Shepherd sitting attentively by her side. He walked with a slight limp as he made his way to the door.
Bucky tensed when the man stood up to walk to the door. He couldn’t help but feel that he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. Y/n remained unmoving. He shifted uncomfortably. Talking to random strangers wasn’t his forte, especially when it was a conversation that was obviously going involve some outpouring of emotion.
“Can I help you?” The older man asked, stepping out of the room and closing the door gingerly behind him.
Y/n spoke up, taking the lead, and Bucky didn’t mind for a second. “Hi, we’re sorry to bother you. We don’t mean to intrude. We just wanted to see that he was okay,” she said.
“Oh my god, you’re the one that saved my grandson, aren’t you?” He asked, his voice trembling. Y/n blushed a bit. She didn’t even know what to say.
“H-how did you know?” She finally asked.
“When the hospital finally got a hold of me, I came running in and asking the nurses what happened. And they told me what you did. I—I don’t even know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem close to enough.” The man’s voice broke, tears started to run down his face.
She reached her hand out to comfort the man. “Well, I don’t know about thanking me. I would’ve been stuck in that water if it hadn’t been for this guy. He pulled us both out. I guess we both have a lot to thank him for,” she said wistfully, directing her gaze from the man to Bucky who was standing beside her. She smiled softly at him.
The man rubbed his face and took a deep breath, obviously a little embarrassed at his emotion. He turned to Bucky.
“There is no way I can possible thank you enough for all you did, the both of you. If it wasn’t for you, I would be getting him from the morgue,” he drew a shuddering breath, “but now he’s here beside me. Alive. Thank God for you both.”
Y/n was surprised to hear Bucky’s voice. “Seeing that he’s okay and that he has a family is thanks enough.” His voice was soft and even. The man smiled at them.
“Can I ask, what’s the boy’s name?” Y/n asked the man.
“Jonathan. It was his father’s name.”
“Jonathan,” y/n replied. “That’s a good, strong name. Your grandson is a fighter. He seems like a great kid.”
“He is. He is so special. He’s got his mother’s eyes and talent, but he’s built so much like his father. He’s so damn independent, sometimes it scares me to death.” The man chuckled to himself. “I swear I am never letting that boy out of my sight again. I just sent him down the street to pick up a package. I always go with him, but he insisted he go by himself. He just turned seven, so he’s got it in his head that he’s a man now.”
That got Bucky’s lips to break into a soft half smile. He chuckled a bit.
The man’s face turned sad again. “I should’ve never let him go by himself. I tell him all the time to never go on the docks because they’re always dangerous, but he loves to look at the little sea creatures glued to the dock. I should’ve known. What kind of person am I, to let a young boy walk by himself?” He chastised himself and looked at the floor.
“Hey, no. That’s not unreasonable. It doesn’t make you a bad person. What happened was an accident. You know boys, they’ll always go do what they’re told not to do. God knows thats all my brother did when he was that age. It’s okay. He’s here now and he’s safe.”
Y/n and Bucky both smiled at the man, but Bucky’s eyes were trained on y/n. He was so amazed at how good she was with the man, knowing just what to say.
“What are your names? I cant believe I haven’t asked yet.”
“Y/n and this guy is Ranger,” she said, gesturing to Ranger who had been patiently sitting by her side. The man looked to Bucky.
“James, sir,” he replied.
“Y/n and James,” he said, “Oh, and I’m Al. It’s so nice to meet you both. I cant believe I actually get the chance to meet you in person and thank you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Al,” Y/n said, “and really, there’s no need to thank us, I was just happy I could help.” There was something about the way she spoke that struck Bucky. There was no hint of false modesty; every word was genuine.
Al nodded, “Well, I’m going to thank you both again, anyways.”
Y/n giggled at that and nodded.
“Well, I should get back to him, just in case he wakes up.” Y/n nodded understandingly.
“It was nice to meet you, Al. You’ve got a great kid,” y/n said. Al smiled. Before he turned away to the door, he looked at Bucky.
“If you’re smart, James, you’ll hold on to this one,” he said. Bucky just nodded and y/n blushed.
Al walked back to the door and closed it behind him. Y/n breathed out a sigh.
“Well, it was nice to see you again, Bucky. I’m really happy I ran into you here,” Y/n said and turned to walk away, Ranger standing up to follow her. His chest tightened, he didn’t want to let her walk away again.
“Wait,” Bucky called out. Y/n paused and looked over her shoulder. “I-uh…I think I should take his advice.” Y/n just looked at him, not sure what he meant.
“Um, coffee. Do you want to get coffee sometime?” Y/n broke out into a wide smile. She looked so beautiful when that happiness painted her features, he never wanted it to fade.
“Of course, Bucky. I’d love that.” Bucky just smiled back, tension leaving his shoulders. She walked back to him, pulling a pen out of her jacket pocket. She reached out for his hand, he instinctually tucked his metal one behind him and extending his right. He almost jumped when her soft skin made contact with his. She pushed his sleeve up his wrist and began writing her phone number on the inside of his wrist. As her hand rested in his, while her other wrote the digits on his wrist, she noticed his large hands, and the blue veins that ran up his wrist, and how they were strong and calloused, but his grip was gentle. She smiled to herself and stepped away.
“There, now you can call me whenever you want that coffee,” she said. To be honest he couldn’t give less of a damn about the coffee, he just couldn’t believe he would get to see her again.
So that’s part three! Please please please let me know what you think. It means the world and keeps me writing. Love yall.
