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Thinking that Spencer would be someone who would make to cum at midnight to be your first and last cum of the year

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she is so beautiful, her smile is gorgeous.

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Hellooo bunnys!

I’ve got all your requests and may I say they’re all so cute ✨ I shall do them asap!! I’m going out tonight with friends and on Monday morning, I’m babysitting my nephew ✨🤍

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Army Dreamers.

Part 2.||. Part 1.

Pairing: Boq Woodsman x reader, Boq Woodsman x NessaRose Thropp, NessaRose Thropp x reader.

Trigger warnings: death, a slow rise to power, imbalance of power.

Note: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR PART 2! IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS DONT READ. THIS IS WHY I TYPED IT IN CAPATIALS! DONT READER FOR SPOILERS.

*Flash back*

Munchkinland, nestled under the bright and expansive skies of Oz, was a place of simplicity, where days passed like gentle waves, and the air always seemed filled with the scent of spring. The fields were lush, the homes small but filled with laughter, and the people, despite their small stature, had hearts large enough to fill the vastness of the land. It was here, in the heart of Munchkinland, that you had grown up. A Munchkin like the rest, though in your heart, you felt something different—a connection to one person, Boq, that set you apart.

Boq was the one constant in your life. He had always been there, the kind and gentle soul whose smile could brighten the darkest days. From the time you were children, you and Boq had shared everything—dreams, secrets, and the quiet moments between the chaos of life in Munchkinland. As time passed, your feelings for him had deepened. You had come to realize you loved him, though it was a love you never spoke aloud, tucked away behind smiles and laughter.

And then there was Nessa, Nessarose Thropp. You and Nessa had been inseparable growing up. As her best friend, you had supported her through everything—from her physical struggles to her emotional ones. Nessa had always been the one who needed the most care, but she was also the one you trusted most. However, over time, something began to change. Nessa’s once quiet need for attention turned into something much more consuming, especially when it came to Boq. You could see it in the way she looked at him—how she seemed to cling to him, to keep him close in a way that seemed to push you further away. But you didn’t know how to confront it, not when she was your best friend, and Boq was always so kind, always so generous with his affection.

In the evenings, when Nessa and Boq would laugh together, you would watch them from a distance. You smiled for their sake, but a nagging ache lingered in your chest. You never said anything, never let your feelings slip, because you didn’t want to cause trouble. But you couldn’t deny the growing tension in the air between the three of you, a tension that neither Boq nor Nessa seemed to acknowledge.

Life had always felt steady in Munchkinland, but beneath the surface, something was changing. Something that you could not yet see but knew, deep down, would eventually affect everything.

The day the news came, everything shifted.

The whispers began weeks before, but it wasn’t until the announcement came that Munchkinland truly felt the weight of it. Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West, had once been a misunderstood and outcast student at Shiz University. Now, she had fully embraced her darker powers and had begun a campaign of destruction across Oz. Her rebellious acts, though initially driven by a desire for justice, had spiraled into a thirst for domination. People called her "evil," feared her, and believed she had betrayed everything she had once stood for. The rumors spread like wildfire, from the Emerald City to the farthest reaches of the land.

But it wasn’t just Elphaba’s descent into wickedness that rocked Oz—it was what it did to Nessa’s family.

Frex, Nessa’s father, had always been a proud and honorable man. He had fought to keep his family safe in the wake of Elphaba’s actions, his grief and frustration slowly eating away at him. News of his daughter’s fall from grace, along with the ever-growing power of her sister, took its toll on him, and one fateful morning, he collapsed. The doctors said it was a heart attack—stress, exhaustion, and worry had caused his body to finally give out. For Nessa, the loss of her father was more than just the death of a parent. It was the crushing weight of failure and rejection that she had never been able to shake, and now, it had taken him from her.

Her grief was deep, but there was more to it. In the wake of her father’s death, Nessa found herself thrust into a new position of power—Governor of Munchkinland. It was a role she had never asked for, but one that had been forced upon her. It was clear to everyone that Nessa was not ready to rule, but the people of Munchkinland had no choice but to accept it. After all, she was the only one left of her family, and the legacy of the Thropps demanded it.

The announcement that Nessa had become the new Governor was met with mixed reactions. Some of the Munchkins felt sympathy for her loss, while others feared what her newfound power might mean. As Nessa took her place at the head of Munchkinland, it was impossible to ignore the shift in her demeanor. Gone was the shy, vulnerable girl you had known for so long. In her place stood someone colder, more calculating. There was a fierceness in her eyes now, a determination to prove herself, to show the world she was not weak.

It was no surprise, then, when Nessa’s first act as Governor was to claim control of Boq. As her aide, Boq was bound to serve her every whim. It was a decision made not out of necessity, but out of her growing obsession with him. And although Boq was always kind, always ready to help, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing between the three of you. Boq, who had once been so close to you, was now often by Nessa’s side, fulfilling her every request with a loyalty that seemed to pull him further away from you.

The tension between the three of you was palpable, but it was still a quiet storm. You could not yet see the full scale of the chaos that would soon tear everything apart. But you knew one thing for certain—Nessa’s loss, Elphaba’s fall from grace, and the weight of power had set a chain of events in motion. The world was changing, and with it, everything you knew and loved was on the verge of being irrevocably transformed.

And so, in the days that followed, you began to understand that life in Munchkinland could never be the same. A storm was brewing, one you could neither stop nor escape, and its consequences would be far-reaching, altering everything you held dear.

One evening, Nessa’s servants arrived at your home to inform you of the new appointment. Nessa, as Governor, wanted to meet with you to discuss the future of the land and her plans. The reader was already uneasy about how much things were changing, but there was nothing to be done. You owed it to Nessa to support her, as you always had.

When you arrived at her new, grand office, Nessa greeted you warmly, though there was something in her gaze—something almost calculating. She smiled sweetly as she took your hands in hers. “Everything’s going to be different now,” she said, her voice smooth, but there was an underlying edge to it that made you uneasy. “Munchkinland is in my hands now, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way.”

You tried to smile back, unsure of what she meant. “Of course, Nessa. You’ve worked so hard for this.”

Boq, who had been summoned along with you, stood by her side, his usual comforting presence offering little relief now. He seemed to shrink back, his eyes darting between you and Nessa. It was clear that the balance of your trio was shifting, and neither you nor Boq could avoid the inevitable changes that came with Nessa’s newfound power.

As the day went on, the feeling of unease only grew stronger. The realization that Nessa’s attachment to Boq had only deepened, and her ambition for control was beginning to shape everything around her, felt like a storm on the horizon. You knew, without truly understanding why, that things could never be the same again. 

*Flashback ended.*

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Hello!! I have an imagine request elphaba x reader, about reader goes to the emerald city with elphaba and glinda, but reader actually escapes with elphaba not like glinda that left her alone 😭

Tysm✨ https://www.tumblr.com/bunnysnuff/769786299023589376/sniff

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Stiff.

Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x reader, Galinda Upland x reader (platonic), Elphaba Thropp x Galinda Upland (platonic).

Trigger warning: a little sad ig

Request.

Note: I re wrote this scene to make it shorter :) and because I couldn’t remember the scene.. sooooo🤍

The Emerald City was everything Glinda had described—a shimmering jewel at the heart of Oz. Green glass towers spiraled into the sky, lights cast emerald reflections across the streets, and music seemed to float through the air like magic. But you couldn’t enjoy the spectacle. Something about the city felt cold and hollow, as though it were trying too hard to distract from its darker truths.

You glanced at Elphaba, walking beside you, her shoulders stiff and her brow furrowed. Her eyes scanned the crowds, and you could see the distrust etched into her features. She hadn’t said much since your group had entered the city, but you could feel the weight of her apprehension.

On the other side of you, Glinda hummed happily, practically bouncing with excitement. “Isn’t it marvelous?” she gushed, gesturing at a sparkling shop window. “Oh, look! That dress would be perfect for me!”

Elphaba shot her a withering look. “We’re not here to shop, Glinda.”

“Oh, don’t be so dour,” Glinda said with a wave of her hand. “We’re in the Emerald City! Even you have to admit it’s amazing.”

Elphaba scoffed but didn’t respond. You took her hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her gaze flicked to you, and for a moment, her stern expression softened. She didn’t pull away.

The three of you finally reached the Wizard’s palace, its gleaming green gates towering above. You tried to ignore the uneasy knot forming in your stomach as the guards ushered you inside.

The Wizard greeted you with charm and grandeur, his booming voice filling the chamber. For a moment, even you felt a flicker of awe. But Elphaba was unmoved. She stood tall, her chin high, as she presented her case—pleading for change, for justice, for truth.

But then the truth he revealed shattered everything.

The Wizard’s supposed magic was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Worse, he had been complicit in the suffering Elphaba had hoped to stop. When he tried to convince her to join him—to use her power to maintain his control—she snapped.

“You think I would help you manipulate and oppress people?” Elphaba’s voice cracked with fury. “You’re a fraud. A coward!”

“Now, now, my dear,” the Wizard said, his tone dangerously smooth. “There’s no need to be rash. Together, we could accomplish great things. Think of the power you’d wield.”

“I don’t want your power!” she shouted. Her magic surged, making the air in the room crackle. “I want freedom. For all of us.”

The guards stepped forward, but Elphaba turned, grabbing your arm. “We’re leaving.”

“Wait!” Glinda cried. She looked back at the Wizard, her face conflicted. “Maybe… maybe we could change things. From the inside.”

Elphaba froze, her expression hardening. “You can’t change a system designed to crush people, Glinda. You can only burn it down.”

Glinda’s eyes brimmed with tears, but she shook her head. “I just don’t think I can do this. I’m sorry.”

Elphaba let out a bitter laugh. “Of course you can’t. You never could.” She turned away, pulling you toward the door. “Come on. I’m not staying where I’m not wanted.”

You glanced back at Glinda, your heart aching for her indecision. “I’m sorry, Glinda,” you whispered. “But she’s right. I’m going with her.”

The two of you ran through the labyrinth of streets, dodging guards and slipping into shadows. The city’s beauty seemed twisted now, its green glow sinister and oppressive. Elphaba didn’t speak, her grip on your hand tight as she led you through dark alleys and hidden paths.

Finally, you stopped in a deserted courtyard, far from the Wizard’s palace. Elphaba leaned against a wall, breathing heavily. Her hands trembled as she pushed her hair back, her jaw set in anger and despair.

You stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Elphaba…”

She flinched at your touch but didn’t pull away. “You didn’t have to come with me,” she said, her voice low and raw. “You could’ve stayed with Glinda. She’s the one everyone loves. The one who belongs in this perfect little city.”

“I didn’t want to stay with her,” you replied. “I wanted to stay with you.”

Elphaba turned to you, her piercing green eyes searching yours. “Why?” she whispered. “Why would you risk everything for me?”

“Because I believe in you,” you said, your voice steady. “Because you’re brave and brilliant, and you’re willing to fight for what’s right, even when it’s hard. You’re not alone in this, Elphaba. I won’t let you be.”

For a moment, she just stared at you, as if trying to find the lie in your words. Then, slowly, her expression crumbled. “You’re the only one who hasn’t turned your back on me,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “I don’t know why I deserve that.”

“You don’t have to deserve it,” you said, reaching for her hand. “I’m here because I care about you. Because I—”

The words caught in your throat, but you didn’t need to finish. Elphaba’s fingers curled around yours, her touch hesitant but steady.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Tears shone in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. “I don’t know if I can do this. But I’ll try. If you’re with me.”

“Always,” you promised.

In the silence that followed, the weight of the world seemed a little lighter. Together, you stepped into the night, ready to face whatever came next.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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hiiii! what would secret admirer glinda be like ?

Tysm✨ https://www.tumblr.com/bunnysnuff/769785388258770944/secret-admirer-galinda-headcannons

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Secret Admirer! Galinda headcannons:

Pairing: Galinda Upland x reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Request.

Over-the-Top Romantic Gestures: Glinda doesn’t do subtle. Expect beautifully wrapped gifts, handwritten letters sealed with wax, and mysterious bouquets showing up at your door—always with pink and glittery accents.

An Elaborate Alias: She’d come up with something ridiculously dramatic for her secret admirer persona, like “Your Enchanted Devotee” or “The Glittering Heart.”

Perfect Timing: She’d leave surprises in places where she knows you’ll find them but never in a way that could accidentally expose her identity.

Overcompensating: When you tell her about the gifts or notes, she’ll feign surprise with just a touch too much enthusiasm. “Oh, my goodness! Someone must really like you! I wonder who it could be?!”

Fishing for Reactions: She’s constantly testing the waters to see if you’re enjoying the attention. “So, what do you think of all these romantic gestures? Aren’t they just the sweetest?”

A Tiny Bit Jealous: If you even consider that the gifts might be from someone else, she’ll pout dramatically. “Ugh, can you imagine if it were someone completely unworthy of you?”

Full of Compliments: Every letter is filled with flowery, heartfelt praise. She describes your smile as "sunshine bottled in a single expression" and your laugh as "the melody that makes my heart dance."

Shaky First Drafts: Despite her confidence, she probably rewrites each letter multiple times, worrying it’s not good enough. The final product is perfection, of course.

Perfumed Envelopes: Each note smells faintly of her favorite floral perfume, but she doesn’t realize how much of a dead giveaway that is.

Second-Guessing: Despite her bold personality, she secretly frets about whether you’ll like her back. She spends hours rehearsing what she’ll say when she’s finally ready to reveal herself.

Accidental Slips: She sometimes blurts out things only your secret admirer would know. If you catch on, she’ll stammer and change the subject with a dazzling smile.

An Over-the-Top Plan: When she finally decides to confess, she’ll make it a grand event. Picture her leading you to a romantically decorated spot with candles, flowers, and a little speech she’s prepared.

A Touch of Drama: She might be a little theatrical, saying things like, “Darling, it was me all along!” while tossing her hair and laughing nervously.

Overwhelming Relief: The moment you smile or laugh, she relaxes completely, clutching your hands and admitting how nervous she was about your reaction.

Full of Giddiness: She’s absolutely ecstatic now that she doesn’t have to hide her feelings. She’ll be extra affectionate, always bringing up how fun it was to surprise you.

Playfully Smug: If you tell anyone about her secret admirer phase, she’ll proudly declare, “I was absolutely brilliant, wasn’t I?”

More Surprises: Even though the secret part is over, she still loves leaving little gifts and notes for you because that’s just her style.

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What about a kisses session between elphie and reader? 🤭 pleaseee

Tysm✨ https://www.tumblr.com/bunnysnuff/769784919387979776/heavy

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Heavy.

Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x Reader.

Trigger warnings: vulnerability, kinda sad.

Request.

The two of you had managed to find refuge in a small, abandoned garden tucked away in a corner of the Emerald City, far from the chaos of the palace. The cool night air was heavy with the scent of flowers, their vibrant colors muted in the dim light. Elphaba paced restlessly, her boots crunching against the gravel path.

She hadn’t spoken much since you escaped, and you could feel the storm of emotions swirling inside her—anger, sadness, betrayal, fear.

“Elphaba,” you said softly, standing in her path. “You need to rest.”

She stopped, her sharp green eyes locking onto yours. “How can I rest?” she snapped, though her voice wavered. “Glinda abandoned me. The Wizard wants me silenced. And now, I’ve dragged you into this mess—”

“You didn’t drag me into anything,” you interrupted, stepping closer. “I chose this. I chose you.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. Her defenses were crumbling, and it hurt to see her struggling so much with her own worth.

“I’m not like Glinda,” you continued, your voice steady. “I’m not going to leave you. No matter how hard it gets, no matter what they throw at us, I’m staying.”

Her breath hitched, and she looked away. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t I?” You reached out, cupping her face gently and guiding her gaze back to yours. “Elphaba, I’m here. I’m with you. And nothing—not the Wizard, not the city, not anyone—will change that.”

For a moment, she just stared at you, her expression raw and vulnerable. Then, before you could say another word, she closed the space between you, her lips crashing against yours in a desperate, almost frantic kiss.

The world seemed to fall away. Her lips were soft but insistent, her hands clutching at your jacket like you were her lifeline. You kissed her back just as fiercely, your fingers threading through her dark hair.

When she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours, her breathing uneven. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t apologize,” you interrupted, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

She hesitated, her fingers still gripping your jacket. “I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to let someone—”

“You don’t have to be good at it,” you said, your voice soft. “Just let me in. That’s all I need.”

Something in her eyes shifted—hope, fragile but undeniable. She leaned in again, this time slower, more deliberate. Her lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

The kiss deepened, and the tension in her body began to melt. Her hands slid from your jacket to your waist, pulling you closer. You lost yourself in her—her warmth, her strength, her quiet vulnerability.

When you finally broke apart, you rested your hands on her shoulders, keeping her close. She looked at you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glistening. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.

You smiled, brushing your thumb across her cheek. “You deserve everything, Elphaba. And I’ll remind you of that every day, if I have to.”

She let out a shaky laugh, the corner of her mouth lifting into a small, genuine smile. “You’re insufferable,” she teased, though her tone was soft.

“And yet, you’re stuck with me,” you replied, earning another laugh.

For the first time that night, Elphaba seemed lighter. She kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every moment. And as you held her in the quiet garden, the weight of the world felt a little less heavy.

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Just thinking about how boq and elphaba went to daycare and played together as toddlers

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i just have this feeling glinda’s second hidden talent is drawing and art so could you do a glindaxfem reader where glinda wants to draw a portrait of the reader but they’re a little self conscious? tooth rotting fluff mixed with a bit of spicy

I hope this is okay! Tysm✨ https://www.tumblr.com/bunnysnuff/769597739021549568/sketch

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Sketch.

Pairing: Galinda Upland x reader.

Trigger warnings: the reader is insecure.

Request.

It started with an innocent request.

Glinda was perched on a velvet loveseat in your shared apartment, her sketchpad resting elegantly on her knees. She looked almost regal, her golden hair catching the soft afternoon sunlight streaming through the window.

“You have to let me draw you!” she declared, eyes sparkling with excitement.

You blinked, startled. “Me? Why?”

“Why not?” she chirped, tapping her pencil against her lips. “You’re gorgeous, darling, and I simply must capture you!”

You hesitated, suddenly self-conscious. Sure, Glinda was your girlfriend and saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but you weren’t sure you were ready to be scrutinized like this.

“Glin, I don’t know…” you murmured, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t think I’m—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” she interrupted, standing up and crossing the room in a flash. She cupped your face in her hands, her blue eyes impossibly soft but fierce with determination. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, and I won’t let you think otherwise.”

You felt your cheeks warm under her intense gaze. “It’s just… I’m not great at sitting still. And I don’t think I’d look good in a drawing.”

Her lips twitched into a sly smile, and she leaned in closer. “Darling, trust me. This isn’t just about the drawing. It’s about me getting to look at you for hours without you running off to do something else.”

That earned a laugh from you, easing the tension in your chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re ravishing,” she countered, already tugging you toward the couch.

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The session began awkwardly.

Glinda fussed over your positioning like a perfectionist, adjusting your posture, the tilt of your head, and even how the light hit your face.

“Are we painting me or photographing me?” you teased.

“Shush, art takes focus,” she said with a mock-serious glare. “Now, hold that smile!”

But as the minutes ticked by, you couldn’t help but squirm. The weight of her gaze, even loving as it was, made you hyper-aware of every perceived flaw.

“I feel weird,” you admitted, fidgeting.

Glinda set down her pencil and tilted her head, studying you. “Why do you think that is?”

You shrugged, trying to brush it off, but she wasn’t having it. She came over and sat beside you, her hand resting lightly on your knee. “Hey,” she said softly. “Talk to me.”

You sighed. “I just… I’m not used to being looked at like that. I don’t think I’m as… put-together as you think I am.”

Her expression softened even further, and she reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “First of all, you’re stunning,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “But even if you weren’t, I’d still want to draw you. It’s not about looking perfect—it’s about seeing you. Every little detail, every quirk. That’s what makes you so... irresistible.”

Your heart fluttered at her words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re too good at this.”

“It’s a talent,” she teased, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

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As the session continued, it grew... intimate.

Glinda’s gaze was no longer intimidating but adoring, and you found yourself relaxing under her attention. She hummed softly while she worked, occasionally pausing to glance up at you with a warm smile.

“You’re doing amazing, darling,” she murmured, her pencil flying across the page.

You couldn’t resist teasing her. “Are you sure you’re not just staring at me to procrastinate?”

She smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Well, I certainly enjoy the view.”

After what felt like hours—but in the best way—Glinda finally put her pencil down with a flourish. “Done!” she announced, practically bouncing with excitement.

You sat up, nerves bubbling in your stomach. “Can I see?”

“Of course!” She held out the sketchpad, her grin impossibly wide.

Your breath caught.

The drawing wasn’t just beautiful—it was you. Not an idealized, picture-perfect version, but the real you. She’d captured the curve of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your hair framed your face. It was clear she’d poured her heart into every stroke.

“Glinda,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. “It’s… it’s amazing.”

“I had the best inspiration,” she said softly, pulling you into her arms.

You pressed your forehead to hers, feeling overwhelmed with love. “I don’t deserve you.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that made your heart ache. “Oh, darling, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

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The rest of the evening blurred into soft touches and whispered words.

As you sat together, her arms around you and the sketch resting on the table in front of you, you realized that Glinda had a way of making you feel seen, truly seen. And for the first time in a long time, you believed her when she said you were beautiful.

“You know,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I think my next masterpiece should be a tasteful nude of you.”

You burst out laughing, your cheeks burning. “Dream on, Glin.”

“Challenge accepted,” she said with a wink, pulling you into a kiss that promised a lifetime of love and laughter.

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what would valentine’s day look like with glinda?

Tysm✨ https://www.tumblr.com/bunnysnuff/769597110520823808/valentines-day-with-glinda

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Valentine’s Day with Glinda.

Pairing: Glinda Upland x reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Requests.

Weeks in Advance: Glinda has been buzzing about Valentine’s Day for weeks, brainstorming the perfect romantic gestures. She’s the type to adore grand displays of affection.

The Night Before: She insists on helping you pick out the perfect outfit for the day, rummaging through your closet while excitedly sharing her plans.

Surprise Wake-Up: You wake up to a sparkling, pink breakfast tray in bed, complete with heart-shaped pancakes, fresh flowers, and a handwritten note sprinkled with glitter.

Love Overload: Her enthusiasm might be a bit overwhelming—there’s a steady stream of compliments, affection, and her ever-sunny energy filling the room.

Shopping Spree: Glinda insists on a fun outing to "treat ourselves," dragging you to her favorite boutiques. She delights in trying on different outfits, giggling, and making sure you feel like royalty too.

Surprise Decorations: By the time you return home, she’s somehow managed to have your space filled with balloons, ribbons, and glowing lights, creating a magical, romantic atmosphere.

A Fancy Dinner: Glinda organizes a glamorous, candlelit dinner, complete with a private violinist (because of course). Whether it’s at a high-end restaurant or something she orchestrated at home, she’s dressed to the nines and expects you to join her.

A Sweet Toast: Over dinner, she gives a heartfelt toast about how much you mean to her, a rare moment of sincerity that shows the depth of her love beneath all the glitter.

Thoughtful Yet Extravagant: Glinda gives you something both meaningful and shiny, like a personalized bracelet engraved with something sweet, packaged in an ornate box with an elaborate bow.

Your Gift to Her: She’s touched by any gift you give her, but she adores anything sentimental—a framed photo, a love letter, or something you made just for her.

Quiet Cuddles: After the glamorous festivities, she’s happy to curl up with you, still gushing about how perfect the day was. She might jokingly remind you that you’ll have to top it next year.

Sappy Movie Marathon: She loves cheesy romantic comedies, and you end the night watching her favorites while she snuggles into you, happily sighing every time a big romantic moment happens onscreen.

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Are we getting a part two of army dreamers? 👀👀

Would you like a part two? Hehe ✨🤍