#ariana grande fanfiction

[only-kiwi]

part 1 - intro (end of the world)

okayy so i’ve been wanting to do this since the album dropped and now i have a bit of time so i thought why not. this can be seen as a prologue to positions or you can read it on its own!! love you guys hope you like this <33

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(instagram blurb)

the writer’s retreat was supposed to be good for you - that’s what your manager had told you, anyway. she told you it could be a rebirth of sorts. though, you think she only sent you there because she didn’t want you seeing the social media roll out from your ex husband stepping out with a new girl only a month after your final court date.

after a week at the retreat, you had yet write something. sure, you had a few lyrics scribbled in your notebook - but nothing stuck. you felt like you were going crazy as you spun in the chair in the dark, empty studio room. there were no distractions, just you and your thoughts and you fucking hated every bit of it. sometimes you wished you could just remove your brain and start from scratch.

all you wanted to do was scream, and just as you were about to, the door swung open. you almost jumped out of your skin.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you, i thought it was empty.”

and there he was. harry styles. how had you been here a whole week and not noticed he was there?

“no, it’s my fault. i should’ve had the light on, my bad.” you breathed out, your heart still racing from the fright. “you can have the room, i’m not really getting much done.”

harry flicked the light on, your eyes burned from being in the dark for hours. that’s when he saw your face properly for the first time. he almost choked on his next words but you didn’t notice. sure, he knew exactly who you were and maybe you had met in passing once or twice over the last decade. but there was something about seeing you in no makeup with your hair tied up and wearing an oversized jumper. you just looked so… real.

“ah, i know that writer’s block all too well.”

“it’s not even a block at this point. it’s like my brain is just empty. there’s so much i want to say but the second i try to write i just go completely blank. i mean, i’ve been here a week and i have maybe three sentences?” you sighed. “nice you meet you, by the way. i’m y/n. sorry that you’ve just walked into my existential crisis.”

harry chuckled as you extended your arm to shake his hand, introducing himself back.

“anyway, i’ll get out of your hair-“

“no, it’s okay! why don’t you show me those three sentences? i might be able to help.” he didn’t know why he said that, maybe he just wanted to get to know you more.

how can i tell if i’m in the right relationship?

i’d rather tell the truth

if the moon went dark

“this is so embarrassing, i can’t believe i’m showing harry styles my worst work yet.”

“hey, it’s not bad at all. you just need to figure out where you wanna go with it. these things take time.”

and with that, you spent hours in that room just talking about everything and nothing. you couldn’t bring yourself to bring up your divorce, though. of course, harry knew about it - everyone did. but it didn’t feel like he was walking on eggshells with you. it just felt normal.

“do you ever think about it,” you asked randomly, “the world ending?”

“yeah, sometimes.” he spoke. “but i think about who i’d want to spend it with more.”

you looked up at him, and he looked at you like he already knew the answer.

that night, you finally wrote the song and you felt like you could breathe for the first time in months.

[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[mianieaaa]

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THE GOOD HOUSEKEEPING SEAL

pairing. bf¡drew && singer¡reader

content. fluff

summary. ever since you and drew started dating, you've been more inspired than ever, so—before your newest album drops—you wanna give your boyfriend a sneak peak (based on 'R.E.M.' by ariana grande)

more bf¡drew && singer¡reader

drew knew dating a popstar was dangerous. one wrong move, and a whole album about his mistakes would hit the shelves in no time, but you were worth it to him. plus, he didn’t intend to make any mistakes with you.

the two of you had met about 6 months ago, and everything had been basically perfect. the type of perfect that had you slightly worried, but—for once in your life—you decided to just go with it. you had bad relationships in the past which left you with a deep mistrust when things were going well, but something about drew just made you feel so safe.

you knew it wasn’t easy dating you—not only were you a popstar (he was used to the fame anyway), but you over complicated things and just made yourself hard to love as a way of protecting yourself. in just 6 months, drew had taken those guards down—and even though it scared you to death—it was refreshing. life felt beautiful again, like you were finally seeing in color after years of living in black & white.

before you and drew met, you were so uninspired, so unmotivated that you were questioning if you even wanted to be in the industry anymore. you thought you had lost your touch. lost your voice. but, drew changed all of that. lyrics had been flowing out of you like a waterfall as the two of you had gotten closer.

your next studio album ‘sweetener’ was set to drop in two weeks. the name implying that drew had been the sweetener to your previously sour life. all throughout the writing and recording process you had left drew in the dark. it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, or want him to hear your work. this whole album process had been so new and vulnerable, and it made you scared.

you knew you wanted to share at least parts of your album with drew before it released for everyone—the album was for him after all. so, one day, when the two of you had nothing else to do, you suggested a trip to the studio.

you and drew were currently on the couch of your apartment in new york city, he was watching something on tv while you indulged yourself in your current read.

“hey, baby? how about a little trip down to the studio?,” you asked, a soft smile on your face. drew just looked at you—almost like he didn’t believe you.

“the studio? you want me to come?,” he had always respected your decision to record alone, so when you offered to take him with you he was shocked to say the least.

“mhm. jus’ got a few things to wrap up before the release,” the look in his eyes already gave you your answer, but you awaited his response anyway. your big doe eyes distracting drew just a bit before he finally answered.

“yeah, of course, baby. let’s go. i’ll drive,” he said, a huge smile took over his face as he quickly stood from the couch, moving to grab his keys. you giggled as you stood after him, following him to the door to put your shoes on.

on the way to the studio, you told drew where to go since he hadn’t been there. his hand covering your thigh, fingers circling the soft skin with a featherlight touch.

once you had arrived and parked, you led him to the studio door, unlocking it with your key. once he stepped inside, he looked like a kid in a candy shop. he took in all the different computers, speakers, audio boards, and the glass wall separating it all from the artist. you made your way inside after him, closing the door, and taking a seat in a chair by the audio board table.

“this is incredible, babe,” he said, moving to sit in the seat next to you, “so, what’re we doin’ here?”

“i actually don’t need to wrap up anything,” you said sheepishly, “i wanted to let you hear some stuff before the album drops… if that’s okay with you?,” you were nervous to say the least, sure he had heard your other music that was already released, but none of that was about him. you felt like this album was the best thing you’ve made—it was everything you had been striving to create your entire career—so, yeah… there was some pressure on you right now. drew could sense it. gently moving his chair closer to comfort you, placing his arm around your shoulder and rubbing soothing circles into it.

“‘course i wanna hear, baby. wanna hear everything you make,” he said quietly. his warm smile made your heart skip a beat.

“‘kay,” you replied. your voice so soft it was almost a whisper. you moved to open the audio file of the song you had been most proud of. it was the fourth track on the album, and it had turned out exactly how you wanted it to. you called it R.E.M. to insinuate a dream-like state, and the instrumentals that accompanied it only added to the ethereal vibe of it.

you made sure your computer was connected to the speakers in the studio, so that drew could get the full experience, before hesitantly pressing play.

the dreamy beat had started playing, and there was officially no going back. drew just looked down, taking in the beat. he had a focused look on his face that made it seem like he was really listening—which he was.

mm-hmm

last night

boy, i met you, yeah

when i was asleep (sleep)

you’re such a dream to me

you watched as drew’s expression softened. he looked back up at you, wide-eyed, to find you already staring at him in anticipation for his reaction. he didn’t say anything while it was playing, just listened intently, looking back at you every so often so you could visibly watch his heart melt.

before you speak, don’t move, ‘cause i don’t wanna

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (don’t wanna…)

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

boy, you’re such a dream to me

if you can believe, babe

boy, you’re such a dream to me

excuse me, um, i love you

drew’s soft chuckle rings through your ears, his beautiful smile leaving an imprint on your heart. he still doesn’t say anything, just taking in all the beautiful melodies and adlibs you conjured up in this masterpiece of a song.

i’ll get you out my mind, mhm, i tried to

but i just want to stand and yell

i will never dare to tell

think i heard some wedding bells, shh, keep it to yourself

is this real? (is this real?)

drew’s head snaps up at the last verse—wedding bells? his heart had never felt as full as it did in this moment. he leans over—arm still around your shoulders—and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. his mind now clouded with not only your soothing melodies, but images of your wedding—you walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, flowers everywhere, slipping a ring on your finger, and making you his forever.

i could buy you anything, but i cannot buy you

before your boy gets smart, i would never try to

you know i’m thinking to myself, "what happened, why you?"

but when i see you in my dreams, psh, i knew

you know how to treat it, you know how to eat it

you know how to beat it (i know how to keep it)

the good housekeeping seal

(bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)

‘the good housekeeping seal’ is a term for a ‘stamp of approval’ commonly known amongst celebrities. it means a product has been tried, tested, and determined a good product. the line made drew laugh, as if he had gained the ‘stamp of approval’ from you. he laughed on the outside, but inside, his heart fluttered. you had opened up a little about past relationships, and the fact you considered him one of the good ones meant a lot to him.

the song finally came to a cinematic end, your vocals carrying the beat to a close. drew didn’t even know what to say—it was phenomenal. everything about the song was perfect, he could only imagine how the rest of the album sounded…

“y/n… that was—holy shit, that was phenomenal, baby,” he turned his chair so he was facing you head on, his hands coming to rest on top of your knees.

“really? you liked it?,” you asked. your bright eyes made drew swoon. the fact you thought he wouldn’t like it amazed him.

“liked it? it was heavenly. i felt like i was floating,” he smiled, getting all excited to share his thoughts with you. it warmed your heart to see him passionate about something you were so passionate about.

“and the adlibs in that back were just amazing. everything felt like a dream,” he continued.

“yes! that was the goal. i wanted it to feel almost surreal because… well, because that’s how you make me feel,” you looked down as if you were nervous to say the last part. drew brought his hands to your cheeks, pulling your face back up to face his.

“listen y/n… before i met you, i thought my life couldn’t get any better– i had movie contracts i would’ve killed for a couple years ago, friends i never thought i would have, i was working with directors i never dreamed would even know my name. i thought i had it all. life seemed exciting and promising, and i saw everything in vibrant color… at least i thought i did. i never knew how dull my life really was until i met you. these past 6 months have been unbelievable, and now i can’t even imagine how i was satisfied with the life i had before you…,” his blue eyes stared right into yours, admiration consuming them.

his words felt so sincere, something you haven’t heard in a long time… maybe ever—you just lost it. tears began to fall from your eyes. drew’s soft hands immediately moving to wipe the salty drops away.

“i love you… so much,” your words were broken by soft sobs. drew pulled you into him, his tight embrace giving you more comfort than you knew was even possible.

“i promise, baby, i love you more,” he said softly, running his hand down your back, slowly rubbing up and down to calm your cries.

once you finally pull apart, redness staining your cheeks. drew looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen, and you weren’t sure he was even real at this point.

“so…,” a breathless laugh escaped you before continuing, “wanna hear some more?”

“c’mon baby, you already know my answer,” drew smirked, moving back to put his arm around your shoulders to listen to the next track you played.

track 2. title: ‘blazed’.

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• Fiyero Tigelaar x Reader

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— After going to Ozdust together, Fiyero Tigelaar suggests a night of skinny dipping ｡𖦹°‧

Exhilaration rushed through your veins, the pumping of your heart thumping so loud you could barely hear his voice over it.

Throughout Shiz you were known as popular, so it wasn’t a complete surprise when Fiyero had asked you to Ozdust. The night had gone well, dancing and chatting. Learning a little more about the Winkie Prince.

Your eyes darted out to the sparkling sea as he draped your dress over a nearby rock, careful not to get it wet or wrinkled. A frigid chill shot up your spine as a light breeze sifted through the air. The wind caused you to hug yourself, covering the majority of your exposed chest.

You felt more comfortable this way. A small barrier of privacy that discreetly hid yourself away from his flirty gaze. The feel of his warm hands on your bare waist caused you to tense again, shoulders hiked up just a smidge more. ‘Relax,’ His voice took on a deep, quieter tone. His hands skimmed lightly up and down your sides, dancing over your vulnerable skin with tender strokes. ‘This is supposed to be fun.’

Your shoulders slowly lowered into a lazy posture, eyes closing as you felt his warmth behind you. Holding you. Skinny dipping was not typically your idea of fun, (especially not after something like Ozdust) but because of circumstances and the fear of not seeming exciting enough to Fiyero, you decided you’d give it a try.

You took a few steps forward, night air running gently through your hair. He let his hands drop back to his side, moving one to undo the pretty buttons on his cuffed sleeve. You busied yourself with a toe slightly dipped into the frigid water. ‘How is this fun again?’ You asked absentmindedly, recoiling from the electric shock that ran up your back at the feeling of cold water.

‘Well,’ He sighed from somewhere in the distance behind you. You didn’t bother looking back, instead watching the rhythmic waves brush against the shore. Slowly, you familiarized yourself with the ice cold liquid, letting it lap at your ankles as you stood facing the humming waters. ‘You’re nervous?’ He asked, a nonchalant shrug hunching his shoulders.

A slight hum left you. Of course you were, why wouldn’t you be nervous about something like this. You kept silent for a second more though, until a small; ‘Yes.’ left your parted lips. You could practically see the smirk on his handsome lips even though you stood with your back turned to him.

‘That’s what makes it fun for you. Nerve wracking, hm? Overwhelming. Arousing even.’ He murmured in your ears, presence suddenly surrounding your form once again. His breath was hot on your neck as he continued. ‘Makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Very fun.’ The insistence left him smoothly, voice rasped with mischief.

His large hands tightened on your waist, lifting your weight with flexing biceps. You immediately protested as he carried you farther into the water. Halfheartedly pushing against his broad, bare shoulders. When your feet suddenly couldn’t find firm ground to stand on anymore, your pushing turned into clinging. Willing, if not insisting, to be held up by the cocky prince.

‘Trying to leave your mark?’ He commented. It was only then that you stopped your initial subconscious clawing into his back. You shifted to hold onto him with your palms as to not scratch at his skin anymore, but you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had liked the feeling.

Your eyes darted to watch his side profile, the crescent moon shining a beautiful white cast of light glimmering in his dark eyes and sheering luster upon his glossy lips. Hesitantly you loosened your grip, floating against him within the lulling water. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to.’ Your finger traced the small scares you had made on his effortless skin, a small attempt at comfort, or maybe it was another excuse to touch him. You weren’t sure.

The smirk never left his face, nor did his hands ever fully leave your waist. ‘You’re not nervous.’ You observed, jumping onto the previous words. You could imagine the prince doing many things, but ‘being nervous’ was not one of them.

‘Nervous, no.’ He shook his head gently. ‘Should I be?’ You watched the small indent on his left cheek pop out as another smile grazed his lips. The water lapped up at the bare skin of your lower back, chilling your bones further. A trivial blow of breeze only made your teeth chatter.

‘Well, you said being nervous is what makes this fun. If you’re not overwhelmed, how is this fun for you?’ You quivered out as he continued moving farther out into the murky water.

His head tilted slightly to the side, like a confused canine, eyes looking you up and down subtly. ‘Are you cold?’ He changed the subject at the sound of your clacking teeth. His dark brow raised teasingly. The stars continued to twinkle up in the cloud hazed sky.

‘Aw, you noticed.’ You snarked, now it was your turn to smirk. ‘It’s hard not to when you’re shivering against me like that.’ He snarked back. His face leaned in a little closer, nose bumping gently against the slope of your neck. ‘I can warm you up.’

‘You wouldn’t need to if you hadn’t dragged us out here to do this in the freezing cold.’ Your body eased in the water. Though you could barely feel your toes, you could at least stop your teeth from their chatters.

This peace between you and the water was short lasting. ‘You wouldn’t be cold if you hadn’t agreed.’ He splashed some water up on you. It was only a little, but it was enough to make you shriek and clamp onto him tighter, nails wedged into his skin once again.

The frigid ice-like water stung sharply at your slick skin, goosebumps running up and down your arms. Eyes squeezed shut. ‘You are a bastard.’ You growled, only to earn an amused laugh from him.

‘If I’m a bastard, why did you agree to do this with me? Better yet, why’d you go to the ball with me in the first place?’ He grinned, eyes glancing down into yours.

‘Well, if this isn’t thrilling and fun for you—why did you suggest we come here?’ You tilted your head matter of factly, lashes batting comically. He quieted with a nod of his head as if to say; touché.

‘Y’know, that’s a good question.’ He jabbered teasingly under murmured breath. ‘I know it’s a good question, that’s why I want you to answer it.’ You mimicked his tone.

‘Maybe it’s an excuse to have a pretty thing like you in my arms with less than enough clothing on. Ever think of that?’ He proposed easily.

The answer shouldn’t have surprised you, but the words did leave you slightly gobsmacked. Embarrassed, admired, flattered even. ‘Hm. You could’ve accomplished that in more comfortable, less freezing ways, you know.’

‘Yeah? Let’s go try that then.’

— this is my first Wicked fanfic so pls give tips on how to write better and such! Thx for reading <3 ｡𖦹°‧

[hemmingsleclerc]

Prom Night┃OP81

summary: u go to prom with your bf oscar <3 but I love the drama

Y/N couldn't wait for prom. As a senior, the night she had been waiting for years was about to happen. But there was something different about Y/N compared to her friends; She had a secret, or at least that was what everyone thought and rumors said.

In the hallways of her school, the whispers grew louder and louder. "Y/N is with her imaginary boyfriend again," they said, as if their words were just to get attention.

"He's tall, with brown hair and a beautiful smile," Y/N insisted when they asked her what her boyfriend was like. "And he's not from around here; he's Aussie."

Her ''friends'' rolled their eyes, unconvinced. "Sure, Y/N," they said, exchanging mocking glances behind her back.

Prom night was approaching and the doubts were growing stronger. But despite all the comments they said behind her back, she knew that her boyfriend would be there for her on that important night, even if no one else believed it.

Y/N took a deep breath and dialed the number she knew by memory. "Hey, it's me," she said with a shaky voice when he responded. "Are you still up for prom?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before a soft voice answered, "Of course, my love. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

That made Y/N release the breath she had been unconsciously holding.

And true to his word, when the night of the prom came, there he was: tall, brown hair, with that same charming and cute smile that Y/N had fallen in love with. Her Oscar.

When Oscar first saw Y/N in her beautiful dress, he felt like he could faint from how beautiful she looked. He couldn't contain the big smile that adorned his face when she ran into his arms when she saw him again. Also, Oscar gave Y/N a surprise when he took her hand to put the famous ''corsage'' on her, because he wanted to do things right so that his girlfriend had one of the best nights of her life.

When Y/N entered the place hand in hand with Oscar, she felt a mixture of nerves and excitement. But all her doubts were quickly disolved when Oscar took her hand, gave her a spin and took her to the dance floor, where both of them, even though they didn't know how to dance, made their best effort and had fun.

However, in the middle of all the joy of the night, Y/N couldn't ignore the whispers that could still be heard over the music. She caught cruel words towards her by those who had doubted her all along.

''Clearly that's not Y/N's boyfriend, she's too stupid to have such a cute guy by her side.''

Y/N felt embarrassed hearing that. But before she could say or do anything, she felt Oscar's grip tighten around her hand, without actually hurting her.

"Who said that?" His voice was low, a different tone than usual.

Y/N's heart beat faster as she watched Oscar's usually calm attitud break, replaced by a slightly stronger one. With a quick glance around the room, he saw the group of girls and boys who had been talking about her, their faces expressing surprise at realizing they had been caught.

''Wait for me here darling'', Oscar let go of Y/N's hand and crossed the room, with determined steps. The crowd parted before him, a silence falling over the room as all eyes turned to watch the situation unfold.

"You got something to say mate?" he said.

The girls and boys stutter, not being able to meet Oscar's gaze, his presence felt heavy on the room.

''If you're not such a coward, say it in front of my face, because I won't tolerate people speaking shit about my girlfriend'' his anger palpable in the air.

The girls and boys exchanged nervous glances, backing away from Oscar's gaze. They had hoped to make fun of Y/N without consequences, but they had never anticipated her boyfriend.

With one last sharp look, Oscar turned on his heel and returned to his girl, his jaw clenched in barely contained fury. When he reached her side, he took her hand in his, her hold was reassuring and comforting as he hid his face in her neck.

''Thank you very much for that, Osc, but it really wasn't necessary,'' she said as she play her boyfriend's hair.

''Of course it was necessary darling, they should never talked like that about you, ever. I hope they learned or I wouldn't mind running them with my car later'' Oscar said ''Even so, they shouldn't have talked about my girl like that''

''I love you''

''I love you too darling''

ynln

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ynln prom w my baby 🤍🪩

username So this is oscar's mysterious gf!!!

username she's so pretty omg

oscarpiastri love you my girl ❤️

[gelphielovebot]

— written mine on my upper thigh

⋆.˚｡𖦹°🫧⋆.ೃ࿔ glinda writes elphaba love notes while bored in class. it starts out innocent, until it becomes something that has elphaba squirming in her seat.

౨ৎ warning: a whole lotta smut

౨ৎ a/n: first time posting smut be nice im shyyy

"glinda, pay attention," elphaba whispered with a stern yet caring tone.

glinda sighed and pouted like an impatient child. "you don't care about my letter."

elphaba turned her head to the sad blonde that was really only faking her sadness to get elphaba to fold.

"glinda-"

"i wrote something really nice."

though out the entire class, glinda had been writing letters to her girlfriend beside her, simply because she was bored and wanting her attention.

elphaba sighed. she gave in quite quickly and opened the note. there were some doodles of hearts and such and then a tiny little paragraph written in cursive about how much she's loves her elphie and how pretty she thought she was.

elphaba would be sure to reciprocate it later but glinda was well aware that during class, her girlfriend was much so locked into the lesson.

glinda knew elphaba wasn't going to open another letter that she threw her way, so this time she wrote it on a bright pink sticky note in big bold letters reading, i need you so bad elphie.

glinda was a woman that said what she wanted straight up and got it. she was a spoiled girl and wasn't shy to say what's on her mind.

elphaba looked down and almost choked on her own dry mouth. the professor looked over at the witch and questioned her, "is there a problem, miss elphaba?" he asked seriously.

"no. sorry, dr dillamond."

the goat continued on with his lesson and elphie gave her girlfriend a serious look that told her she better stop or the consequences wouldn't be very lovely. glinda tried to suppress her laugh behind her hand as everything went down.

but she didn't stop there.

glinda let some minutes go by before she picked up her glittery pink pen and started writing again.

"i was aching for you all morning. thinking about your long fingers inside of me."

elphaba's breath hitched at this particular one and glinda just smirked at her. though, to glinda's dismay, elphie still ignored it. she'd give glinda all the attention she wanted later tonight but right now she had to focus.

however, it began to become hard for elphaba to pay attention to her professors words when there was a throbbing sensation just where glinda was trying to spark it.

as if glinda could read her mind, she placed her hand on elphaba's thigh, making the witch twitch at her touch.

"glinda..."

"shh, pay attention elphie," the blonde whispered, smirking at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. she was up to no good.

elphaba listened. she payed attention. or at least, she pretended to so no wandering eyes would suspect anything. seconds passed by, glinda's hand slid further, and further, up elphaba's thigh until her fingers, ever so lightly, brushed against her center under her dress.

elphaba jumped out of her seat. everyone, including dr dillamond, looked at her with confused faces, only making her look more like an outcast and a freak than they already made her feel. she needed to play it up, to make an excuse for her sudden burst.

"dr dillamond, glinda's not feeling well. may i help her to the nurse?"

at her name being spoken, glinda stood right up, trying to force down her laugh as to not blow cover. "yes,” glinda said hoarsely and then fake coughed, "very very sick."

neither of them knew if anyone believed them, but their professor excused them for the day. frankly, he was probably just sick of dealing with their antics.

glinda skips down the hallway towards her and elphaba’s dorm with a bright smile on her face that would make anyone who saw her believe that she had just won the lottery or something of the sort. elphie speedily walked in suit behind her, trying her hardest to look mad at the blonde girl. she wasn’t great at acting like that anymore though.

“glinda,” elphaba said and the blonde finally stopped and turned towards her once they made it to their dorm. she put her back up against their door, leaning all her body weight against it, still looking as happy as a clam. “you’re ridiculous.”

“mhm kiss me,” glinda demanded, but didn’t give her a chance because she grabbed elphie by her shirt, pulling her closer and began to make out with her.

elphaba let herself get swept away, feeling drunk on the sweet flavor of glinda’s lips. she pulled away when clarity rushed back to her head. “not in the hallway for everyone to see.”

glinda rolled her eyes, “let them see,” glinda says carelessly. then she puts her mouth near elphaba’s ear and whispers, “let them see how horny you make me.”

elphaba nearly chokes as her throat suddenly feels dry. her face feels flushed and burning. she grabs glinda’s hand, moves her out of the ways and then pulls her into their dorm once she gets the door open.

there’s no time to spare. it feels like there’s some clock ticking down the time for both girls to get a release. elphaba’s the one to pull her into a kiss this time. they both move backwards as their lips combine into one.

glinda’s the one to start unzipping elphaba’s dress and then the green witch follows in suit to glinda. they pull away for a moment and let their dresses fall to the ground, leaving them both in a bra and panties.

they connect again. everything’s so hastily. and somewhere in between, they fall onto the bed. elphaba’s first and then glinda’s right on top of her, straddling her girlfriend.

“i need you to touch me. somewhere. anywhere,” glinda says needily, making direct eye contact with elphaba as she unclasp her own bra. she reveals her perky breast’s in her girlfriends face, implying that she needs to do something to her.

glinda leans back down to kiss the green lips and elphaba reached her hand up glinda’s body to squeeze her boobs, her thumb brushing over her rosy erect nipple which releases of string of moans out of glinda’s mouth.

“i can’t wait long,” glinda says, but her words seem to only come out as a mere whisper, loosing the power in her voice with each second that she isn’t getting off on elphie.

instead of elphaba assuring her that she’d get right to it, she, instead, puts her fingertips at the waistband of glinda’s baby pink colored panties and drags them down her legs. glinda lifts each leg up and shrugs them off until she’s completely bare above her girlfriend.

“can you be good for me now,” elphaba asks, now that she has glinda exactly where they both wanted her.

“you’ll have to find out,” glinda teasingly says with her typical playfulness and then grabs elphaba’s hand and guides it down to her center, making direct eye contact with her girlfriend as her hand presses against her most sensitive part.

“you’re so wet,” elphaba points out. “all for me.”

“all for you,” glinda confirms, breathlessly, “i’ve been like this all morning thinking about you.”

“then we shouldn’t make you wait much longer, should we?” right as she says it, she shoves two fingers between glinda’s wet folds and immediately gets to work by rubbing her swollen clit.

glinda nearly chokes on her on saliva at the sudden unexpected feeling of pleasure. her hand grabs onto elphaba’s toned arm, digging her fingernails into green skin, yet not hard enough to hurt her girl. if she did, elphaba didn’t even notice it because she was too focused on making her girlfriend feel good.

“i need you inside of me, elphie,” glinda says, needing even more than what she was getting.

“spoiled girl,” just then, elphaba slowly slides two slender fingers into her lover. glinda gasps and her head collapses onto elphaba’s neck. and it’s something not even elphaba nor glinda could deny; that blonde witch is completely spoiled 24/7 by everyone but not as much as she is when she’s getting fucked by elphaba.

glinda starts riding her fingers, grinding her hips back and forth. elphaba feels her entire body start to burn when she does this. someone must’ve just thrown a bucket of water on her, she thinks, because it couldn’t be possible for someone to make her burn like this.

“elphie,” glinda whimpers, feeling tears prick at her eyes after waiting so long for this sensation.

“i know,” elphaba coos. she takes her free hand and lightly scratched glinda’s back with it, making the blonde witch almost be sent over the edge.

glinda was extremely touchy with elphaba at all times and so whenever they were making love, glinda needed elphaba to be having some type of external contact with her whether that be hand holding, back scratching, or just running her fingers through her hair.

elphaba moved her thumb so she was simultaneously rubbing glinda’s clit while her two of her fingers pumped in and out of her.

“elphie, i’m so close,” she cried out, words muffled into elphaba’s neck.

“what do you need?” elphaba gently asked, despite how playful they both were just moments ago.

“my neck,” glinda said, “kiss it please.” she sounded so desperate as if elphie wouldn’t have done it. but she did. and her soft lips against her sensitive flesh was enough to finally push glinda over the edge.

“elphie!” glinda cried, louder than a boom of thunder. her body twitched and jerked harder onto elphaba’s hand.

“i’ve got you,” elphaba said in between kisses.

glinda rode her high, her eyes rolling back and she thought she saw oz for a moment. her body eventually stilled when the feeling of pleasure had washed away. her body laid lifeless on top of her girlfriend. her body burning hot and her chest rapidly moving up and down.

“are you okay, my sweet?” elphaba asked like always, even with the knowledge that her girl just needed to recover for a moment.

“mhm” glinda nodded against her neck.

they laid there for a few moments, one of elphaba’s hands scratching glinda’s back and the other still inside of her hence her being too sensitive to remove it just yet.

“you’re so pretty,” elphaba whispers to her girl, drawing a heart on glinda’s bare back with the tip of her nail. she kisses her pink-tinted cheek and it makes glinda blush and smile into her. elphaba can’t see her face, but she can feel her lips turn upwards against her neck, causing her to shiver. “can i take my fingers out, are you alright?”

“yes,” glinda says, and lets her eyes flutter shut as her girlfriend, very slowly, slides her fingers out, careful not to hurt her girl. elphaba then wipes her fingers against the sheets that they’re going to have to wash after anyways.

glinda, still not being finished with their activities, starts kissing elphaba’s neck in order to wordlessly let her know of that. elphie quickly catches on and lets out a content sigh at the feeling of buttery soft lips doing their work against her neck.

elphaba then grabs glinda by the waist and gently flips her over so glinda’s on the bottom now. glinda looks up at her with a soft smile and big lusty eyes. elphaba slithers down her body and leaves a couple of kisses on glinda’s tummy leading down to her core.

“mm your lips are so soft,” glinda says. she always says it but especially now; they feel like a soft melody against her throbbing skin. “i wanna feel them on me.”

“on where?” elphaba knows exactly where but she wants to push glinda just like she pushed elphie in class.

“elphie,” glinda whined in a displeased way.

“tell me where.” the witch raised an eyebrow at her, green eyes locked on her needy girlfriends face.

“elphaba thropp,” she sighed, but quickly realized she wasn’t going to get her way this time without using her words. “i need to feel your lips around my clit elphie, please. need it so bad.”

elphaba truly loved how, even after orgasming, glinda was still so needy for her. she never thought anyone would look at her in this light. let alone the pretty, blonde, popular girl.

finally, elphaba got to work. she started out by kissing glinda’s inner thighs that were slick with her own juices. taking her time on each one as to make glinda feel as loved as possible, and also as a way to work her up.

“i love you,” elphie says before going towards the main attraction.

glinda says it right back effortlessly and then elphaba reaches up and holds glinda’s hand.

elphie started off by sliding her tongue through glinda’s slit a couple of times to lap up her previous orgasms remnants, getting the girl to moan and twitch even more than when she used her fingers. it soon turned into elphaba’s lips wrapped around her clit and her tongue making circular movements around it.

it didn’t take much for glinda to be nearing her climax on the second round. “elphie i’m close,” she whimpered, her legs closing around elphaba’s head. elphie pried her legs back open with her hand that wasn’t holding onto glinda’s.

elphaba looked up at glinda from between her legs, seeing her eyes tightly screwed shut and her face turning a shade of red.

“you’ve got to breathe,” elphaba stops for her moment to say. something glinda always forgot to do when elphaba fucks her like this.

“i can’t,” she said, breathlessly, yearning to feels those lips between her legs again.

“yes you can. focus on breathing, in and out, or you’ll never get there.”

when glinda finally took a breath, elphaba attached her lips to glinda’s clit again, sucking harder than the last time which nearly erupted a scream in glinda. she was thanking Oz that people were hardly in the dormitory during the middle of the day.

more strings of moans and whimpers passed glinda’s lips. her release had hit her quite faster than the first time. her eyes rolled back and her toes curled. every muscle in her body contracted and then released until she was laying there panting.

elphaba came back up so she was face to face with her girlfriend. her lips were wet and puffy and glinda couldn’t help but grab her neck and pull her down into a kiss. glinda moaned, tasting herself on elphaba’s lips.

“you taste so sweet,” elphie said and then kissed her once more, “that’s all you.”

“mm, i wanna taste you now,” she whispered with a little smile, because those words were only for her elphie and she couldn’t risk wandering ears to hear it.

with elphaba still hovering on top of her, glinda’s hand slid down her toned green tummy and past the waistband of her black panties. after all the teasing she did in class, the least she could do was get right to the main course instead of making her girlfriend wait much longer.

glinda’s fingertips were suddenly on elphaba’s throbbing clit, and it happened so fast that elphie’s body jerked forward when she felt it. she let out a gasp, causing glinda to smirk at her. she loves getting her to be a complete mess under her own doing. she loves seeing elphaba finally let go.

“glinda,” she whispers with pleasure laced through her words. she’s typically much quieter than glinda who would scream if she were given the chance.

“mhm. say it louder,” glinda pushes her and presses harder and faster against her clit. she can feel a pulsing against her fingertips. a flower waiting to bloom. a volcano awaiting its eruption. “i wanna hear you scream my name.”

the faster glinda goes, the louder elphaba’s voice gets. she gulped down the knot in her throat as she neared her edge, “fuck glinda! soclose”

glinda smirked and removed her fingers, not remembering the last time she’s heard elphaba curse. the more she thinks of it, she has never heard her use that word.

“not yet,” she says and elphie wants to go and quarrel with her but glinda speaks again before her, “i want you to sit on my face.”

elphaba’s eyes widen when glinda suggests the position they have yet to try. the way she says it makes her ache for her further.

“i don’t want to suffocate you.”

“elphaba thropp, take these off,” she says, referring to the panties that’s glinda is tugging at, “and sit. on. my. face. if that’s the way i go out then i don’t want it any other way,” glinda says with a sudden sternness.

elphaba’s lower belly pools with heat. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second. her words are lost somewhere in her throat. she nods, submitting to the blonde girl in a way she never thought she would just weeks ago.

glinda smiles when she gets her way, pulling the black piece of cotton down toned green legs until they’re somewhere across the room with the rest of their clothing.

glinda lays completely flat, tapping elphaba’s thigh with her pointer finger as a signal to get on her face. elphie crawls closer until her thighs are on either side of glinda’s head.

she hovers over her face and all the blonde witch wants to do is pull her down on top of her. as much as elphaba wants to do this, glinda can sense her hesitation.

“it’s okay,” glinda says sweetly, her demeanor completely changed, “how about i tap your leg if im not okay down here?” she says to ease her anxieties, knowing she won’t ever have to even do that.

elphaba nods, feeling much better about it. glinda grabs elphaba’s hips and pulls her down until her vulva is directly on her mouth. glinda slides her warm wet tongue inside of her and elphaba’s head collapses onto the headboard at the pleasurable sensation.

elphaba lets out quiet whines of ecstasy as glinda continues her ministration’s of her tongue. the blonde witch lightly holds onto elphie’s hips as she thrusts them back in forth to imitate the way her tongue moves.

“feels really good,” elphaba mumbles.

glinda then dips her tongue inside elphie’s wet heat once again, getting her to let out a moan that comes from deep within her throat.

“i’m close.”

glinda speeds it up, impatient to feel and taste her girl’s release in her mouth. elphie’s legs start shaking and closing in on glinda’s head, yet she still doesn’t tap elphaba’s thigh to signal suffocation. she loves the feeling on being smothered by elphaba’s heat.

glinda presses her tongue against elphaba’s clit one last time and that is what unexpectedly brings her to her climax.

“oh my—” elphaba fails to finish what she was saying, being completely taking over by the feeling of complete pleasure.

when she catches her breath, she lifts one of her legs up to give glinda some air and lays down beside her.

“told you i’d be fine,” glinda says and taps her freckles green nose. elphaba giggles at her cuteness. “more than fine. did you like that?”

“yeah, actually, i did,” she answers honestly.

glinda smiles, 90% because she was happy she made her girl feel good, and the other 10% because it was another i told you so moment.

glinda yawned and cuddled closer to her girlfriend. elphaba wrapped her arms around glinda’s body and the blonde girl gently kissed elphaba’s chest before resting her head there.

“i’m so sleepy,” glinda mumbles.

“it’s 2pm, glinda.”

“mm,” she mumbles and says something that is entirely incoherent.

elphaba looks down and realizes that her girlfriend is completely asleep in her arms. so much for the rest of the classes they had that afternoon.

though maybe, just this once, her studies didn’t matter much to her.

[goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby]

SAVE ME KOREAN AUSTRALIAN MAN WEARING GLASSES!

Sim Jaeyun - 02 line!

♫: dangerous women - ariana grande

[arcticmermaidao3]

The biggest curse of the Wicked movie for me is that it’s given me mental images of the characters that are different than what I’ve held for years and left me very confused when trying to write Gelphie fanfiction.

Do I describe Galinda with blue eyes or brown?

Does Elphaba have microbraids or silky waves?

Is Elphaba significantly taller than Galinda or just a smol bean herself?

And if I go with brown eyed Galinda and tiny Elphie, does that automatically set my story in movieverse? What if I want Elphaba to have microbraids but Galinda to have blue eyes? Am I going to break the multiverse and cause a rip in the space-time continuum?

[imuerytired]

I'll just feed my delusions with this edit lmaoooo

[uhhlifeig]

Cold - Dec. 16th - word count: 232 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius was huddled in the Astronomy Tower, looking up at the stars.

He just wanted to stargaze on a clear night for once, was that too much to ask for? Obviously it was, as not only was it cold, but also windy. 

Sirius shivered, standing up and leaving the Tower to go to the dorm room. When he entered the dorm, he spotted Remus lying in his bed, reading a book.

“Moony,” Sirius whined. “Moony, come cuddle with me. I’m freezing.”

“Yeah, okay, sweetheart,” Remus said, bookmarking his book and closing it. “Now c’mere, you drama queen. D’you want a sweater?”

Sirius nodded, climbing into the bed and laying next to his boyfriend. “Yeah, that would be nice, Moons.”

Remus got up to grab a sweater from his trunk, patting Sirius���s head when he whined from the loss of contact. “Here ya go, Pads. Now, d’you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

“Little spoon, Moony. I’m cold,” Sirius said, shivering dramatically for effect, pulling on the sweater.

“And why are you cold?” Remus asked.

“Because I was stargazing, duh,” Sirius snarked. “Can you please hold me, Moons? Pretty pretty please?”

“Of course, cariad. Just remember to bring a sweater the next time you go stargazing, okay? Wouldn’t want you to get sick,” Remus said, pulling Sirius close to his chest.

“Mhm, okay, Moons,” Sirius mumbled, already halfway asleep.

[urcoolgf]

CAN’T FIGHT THIS NO MORE

pairing. bf¡drew && singer¡reader

content. fluff

summary. almost a year later, you and drew are stronger than ever. a newly releasing single, and another album on the way has drew thinking about the future

more bf¡drew && singer¡reader

ever since you let drew listen to your songs from your last album, he’s been all but begging you to let him in—even just a little more—on this album. you, of course, obliged. it’s been amazing having him be a bigger part of your next studio album titled ‘positions’—the name just as suggestive as the rest of the album. although, this wasn’t just a lustful album, it was about the most pure form of love you had ever experienced—drew.

but, before ‘positions’ dropped, you collabed with justin beiber on a single you were planning to release before positions. the song wasn’t on the album, but it felt essential to the lead up of ‘positions’.

‘stuck with u’ not only featured justin beiber, but you even added a little snippet of drew’s voice in the beginning. he didn’t know that yet—while he had been a consistent figure in the making of ‘positions’ he had no clue about this single.

you were torn with how you wanted him to hear it for the first time. waiting until it released felt fun, but kind of shady—like you had hid it from him, which you technically had. playing it from the studio was normal at this point, and you didn’t want normal. you wanted this one to be different. the song was set to release in two days so you needed to think of something, and fast.

almost as if someone was listening to your thoughts, your phone rang. it was your manager.

“hey! what’s up?,” you picked up the phone, a certain cheeriness in your tone.

your manager began speaking as if he was frazzled—which he probably was, “hey y/n. i know it’s last minute, but they’re having an event at the coffee shop around the corner—the one you love–”

which also happened to be the one you met drew at.

“and they had a band, but their flight canceled– blah, blah, excuses, excuses… point is: would you be free to do a little live singing there… like tonight? you can perform whatever songs you’d like. maybe even some snippets from the new album?,” his tone was hopeful, which surprised you because you were never the type to pass these little gigs down—especially in your city.

“of course! i’d love to,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face that your manager couldn’t see, but he could hear it. this was literally the perfect opportunity to expose drew to ‘stuck with u’.

“awesome! alright, i’ll call them back, let them know. it starts at 7pm. talk later y/n,” and before you could say goodbye, he had hung up.

you couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling in your stomach. you were so excited, but you were nervous, too. performing the song as drew’s first listen was risky, but it would be memorable.

drew was currently visiting his sister in the next city over, so you just shot him a quick text.

y/n: meet me @ our coffee shop 7pm i love u

he replied almost instantly– as he always does.

drew<3: I’ll be there. I love you baby🩷 PS Liliana says hi!

drew <3: sent 1 attachment

a soft smile spread across your face unknowingly. you clicked on the image of his baby niece in his arms—the picture clearly taken by his sister—and just like that all your anxiety had washed away. drew was the most caring, amazing person you knew. he was going to love whatever you performed.

tonight was going to be perfect.

—

you got to the coffee shop about an hour early to set up, and meet your manager. you told him you wanted to perform ‘stuck with u’, and he luckily had found another male singer who was willing to sing justin’s part in that short time.

“hey y/n! this is jackson! he’ll be singing with you tonight,” your manager walked up, hand behind jackson’s back, guiding him to you.

“hey jackson! nice to meet you,” you beamed at him. you were excited for tonight, and super grateful your manager found someone on such short notice.

“you too. i’m a huge fan,” he smiled brightly, hand extending towards you. you took it, and shook his hand gently.

the two of you bounced vocals off each other a bit before the host was telling you it was 3 minutes ‘til show time. you peaked your head out into the small crowd—news didn’t spread that fast that you were headlining, but you didn’t mind. you liked the smaller crowds, more intimate. you saw drew sat at a table by himself, looking around for you and checking his watch.

“1 minute,” the hostess whispered to you, drawing your attention from the crowd. your phone pinged, so you quickly checked it.

drew<3: Hey baby I’m here. Where are you?

a sweet message, one that would have to go unanswered as the host began to announce you and jackson. the two of you walked onto the small stage they had set up in the corner of the shop.

as soon as you stepped out, your eyes went to drew—the shocked look on his face, followed by a soft smile. the host let you take over the mic so you could announce the song you were going to sing.

“hi everyone! thanks so much for coming out tonight. i’m so excited to be here, and i know jackson is, too. this first song we’re gonna sing is a new single of mine, releasing soon. so get excited because you’re getting a sneak peak! i wanna dedicate this song to someone special in the crowd tonight… drew, this is for you baby. i love you,” he couldn’t contain the huge smile taking over his face, mouthing the words ‘i love you, too’ back at you.

the slow beat began to play through the sound system they had set up, you requested the original track (with drew’s voice) be played just without the vocals so he could hear that he was part of it.

mmm

hey, yeah

(that’s just for fun)

(what?)

(i’m stuck with you)

drew’s face was nothing short of rewarding. the surprised look was something you would probably remember forever. you just shot him a small, mischievous smile, which he returned with a soft laugh that you obviously couldn’t hear, but you knew what it sounded like.

ah

i’m not one to stick around

one strike and you’re out, baby

don’t care if i sound crazy

but, you never let me down, no, no

that’s why when the sun’s up, i’m stayin’

still layin’ in your bed, singin’

the low octave of your voice, accompanied with the almost sultry look you were giving drew right now was driving him crazy. the truth is—he had gone to his sister’s, but he had left early to make a stop at the jewelry store. you didn’t know it, but a ring was hidden in his jacket pocket right now.

when you had asked him to meet you at the coffee shop where you had first met him, he didn’t see a more perfect opportunity to make you his forever.

i could stay here for a lifetime

so, lock the door and throw out the key

can’t fight this no more, it’s just you and me

and there’s nothin’ i, nothin’ i, i can do

i’m stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

drew’s mind was blown—not only at your amazing vocals which would never fail to amaze him, but at the lyrics. ‘stay here for a lifetime’, ‘stuck with you’. it was like you knew what he was planning.

a few verses later, jackson took over. you only sang some harmonies and backup vocals for him, prancing around the stage, moving to the beat.

drew just watched you in awe. yeah, the other guy was good, too, but you were mesmerizing. you weren’t even singing and he was absolutely hypnotized just by your stage presence alone.

woah

baby, come take all my time

go on, make me lose my mind

we got all that we need here tonight

your two tones worked together beautifully as the bridge took over, and the song hit its climax—the jazzy tune taking over the café. everyone in the place was bopping their heads to the tune, some even throwing some impressed whistles at your vocals.

baby, run your mouth, i still wouldn’t change

all this lovin’ you, hatin’ you, wantin’ you

i’m stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

it was the end of the song, but you extended your vocals, hitting high notes that drew didn’t even know was possible (he did. he had listened to you for the past few months, and had seen you do inhuman things with your voice, but still)

as the song faded out, you simply walked off the stage for an intermission, ‘stuck with u’ playing softly in the background as people moved about. applause and cheers were still booming through the small shop as people ordered snacks and drinks.

you walked over to drew, sitting in the seat across from him. despite you both being famous, no one was really bothering you—which you were kind of grateful for.

“hey baby,” you said softly, warm smile on your face as you awaited his response to the song.

“hey love,” he replied with equal softness. he reached his hands out to take yours which were resting on the table—or at least, you thought that’s what he was doing.

something cold hit your hand instead. you looked down to find a beautiful diamond ring with a small pearl attached to the gem. your breath caught in your chest, looking back up at drew in equal parts confusion and shock.

“drew… wha–,” you began before he cut you off.

“y/n… will you marry me?”

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Wicked movie - Glinda x female reader

Please just anything!

Honored to write for Miss Glinda! Thank you for requesting. I hope you love it❤️

Crush

Glinda wanted to be happy for her best friend, but watching as Fiyero twirled Elphaba with smiles on their faces, she couldn't help but feel saddened at the lack of love in her life.

She gave her everything in all her relationships, and they were always doomed to fail. She was gorgeous, funny, and the most popular girl at Shiz, how was she single?

It was another year at Shiz and all the new students were celebrating with the old. Glinda spent half the night talking to all the new students who were begging to see her. She wasn't rude; of course, she took the time to hear their names.

She needed to settle her eyes on something else, so she walked over to the loading dock and looked at the water. She took a deep breath as the evening chill ran through her. Her light skin raised with goosebumps as she shivered.

She felt material over her shoulders, jumping as she let out a squeal.

"Sorry! I just thought you looked cold!" A girl said as she held her hands in the air. Glinda coughed as she regained her posture. Standing tall she ran her hands down her dress. The jacket added warmth.

"Oh well, thank you. I am quite cold," she sighed, "cold like how I feel on the inside," she said dramatically.

The girl let out a small giggle and Glinda snapped her head towards her. "It's rude to laugh!"

"I'm sorry, you're right," the girl said. She held out her hand, "I'm Y/N, a new student. It's a pleasure to meet you, Glinda."

Glinda looked down at her hand, faking a smile as she lightly shook her hand. "I agree it is." Instead of letting go of her hand, Y/N brought the skin of her knuckles to her lips.

Glinda felt her heart flutter as the girl's soft lips kissed her flesh. Her cheeks became hot as she quickly took her hand back, coughing as she stood tall.

"Mind if I join you?" Y/N asked, not waiting for an answer as she sat down on the dock. Glinda eyed the girl's lack of manners but slowly sat next to her, sweeping the dock for any dirt. Glinda cuddled into the jacket, enjoying the warmth and sweet scent it offered.

"How come you are out here alone?" Y/N asked, turning her head to steal a glance at Glinda. She looked towards the water, her brown eyes blue. Her skin was flawless, like a porcelain doll. Y/N wanted to reach out and feel her skin

Glinda sighed dramatically, turning to face the girl beside her. "Have you ever been in love with someone who loves someone else?"

"Can't say I have. But who is dumb enough to not love you back?"

Glinda smiled at Y/N's words, she was thinking the same thing. But her smile fell, turning to look over her shoulder as the couple continued to dance. Y/N followed her eyes.

"The Prince?"

Glinda nodded sadly, letting out a heavy puff of air. "He used to love me but now he loves her."

Y/N wasn't sure how anyone could pick someone over Glinda.

"Do you want to dance?" Y/N asked, standing up as she dusted herself off. Glinda blinked as she looked back up at the girl.

"Dance?....right here?" Glinda asked confused. She looked around to see if anyone was looking in their direction. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be seen dancing with a new student, especially a female.

"Yeah, come on," Y/N smiled, holding out her hand. Glinda took a look over at Fiyero, her heart hurting.

"Why not," Glinda smiled, taking the girl's hand. Y/N softly placed her hands on Glinda's, bringing the witch's hands to be on her shoulders. Glinda gulped as she felt her stomach flutter with nerves.

Glinda looped her hands around Y/N's neck, softly jumping as Y/N landed her hands on Glinda's delicate hips. Glinda wasn't sure about the feeling she felt, never feeling so nervous around a girl before.

~~~

That was how they first met, and now Glinda has been running around everywhere to get a glance at Y/N. She was greatly confused about why she wanted the girl's attention, confused about why she cared, and why she liked it so much.

It's been weeks since that dance, and Glinda could feel the ghost of Y/N's hands on her. It kept her up at night.

The final bell rang, and Glinda walked out of class with Pfannee and ShenShen as they held her books. Her perfect hair flowed behind her as they walked towards Glinda's room.

"Hey isn't that Y/N?" Pfannee said, causing Glinda to halt. Her friends froze as she stood frozen.

"Glinda?"

Glinda snapped out of her daze, quickly tossing her hair.

"Is she tossing her hair?" Shenshen whispered, a teasing tone in her voice.

"Someone isn't thinking about Fiyero anymore," Pfannee laughed. Glinda ignored them, making sure her clothes were perfect as Y/N moved closer.

"Oh my!" Glinda expressed, smacking her books out of Pfannee's hands. Her friends looked at her, confused, as she swatted at them to leave. "I dropped all my books!" She loudly called.

"I'll help you, Miss Glinda!" A stranger said, Glinda smacked their hand.

"No, not you!" She said as she shooed the stranger away.

Glinda began to slowly pick up her books, dragging them out until Y/N went to walk right past her.

"Oh here," Y/N said as she squatted down to pick up Glinda's books, holding them in her hands as she stood up. Glinda stood with her, tossing her hair.

"Oh thank you so much," she smiled.

"New dress?" Y/N asked, with no shame as she checked Glinda out head to toe. Glinda shivered under her stare, blushing as she nodded.

"It is!" Glinda said as she gave a twirl, the pink material swaying around her.

"Breathtaking, Miss Glinda," Y/N complimented, still holding Glinda's books. "How about I walk you to your room? Drop off these books?"

"I'd love that," Glinda smiled, and the two began walking to her room. Glinda loved how she felt being around Y/N and she was scared of what that meant.

The walk was too short for Glinda's liking, already reaching the door.

"This is me," Glinda sighed, opening the door. She was glad the room was empty, closing the door as Y/N walked in.

Y/N took in the room, half bright and pink, the other half a bit more dull. Y/N set the books on the desk as she turned to Glinda. She was surprised to see Glinda already standing there, just inches away.

"I love your room, it's very you," Y/N smiled

"Feel free to visit it anytime you want," Glinda said, her eyes zoning in on Y/N's face. Her invitation created some tension as the air got thick.

"I'm going to keep that in mind. Unfortunately, I have lessons to show up for, but maybe I'll come back after?"

Glinda nodded, "I'd like that!"

Y/N couldn't help herself as she stepped closer, her hand cupping Glinda's soft cheek. She didn't say anything, just leaning in until her lips met Glinda's glossy pink ones.

Glinda slowly kissed back, a feeling lighting up in her body that she never felt before. She never felt like this when she kissed Fiyero. She never felt this hot and bothered.

Even though the kiss was slow and short, it took Glinda's breath away. Y/N pulled away with a shy smile.

"I'll see you later"

Glinda watched as the girl left, reaching up to feel her lips.

Glinda definitely has a crush.