#glinda x you

[xoluvx]

hatred; glinda ❥₊ ⊹

hatred. that's the only word that came to mind. you absolutely hated her. the dictionary had an array of words to describe the way you felt about her, but hate was the one you could always rely on. she was selfish and way too confident with her frilly pink frocks and silky pink robes; with her pinned hair and pink lips. she pranced around the room like she was too good for you. half the time, she acted like you didn't even exist.

"are you coming with?" she asked. voice high pitched and sweet. you glanced at her, her hand steady as she coated her lashes with mascara. long beautiful lashes, it was so unfair. you turned away quickly. back to her. unaware of her furrowed brows and confused disposition.

"it'll be fun," she sung as you heard the chair creak and her heels clank on the floor. she walked gracefully. the sound of her heels creating a soft melody as she floated towards you. your head turned only a few centimeters gauging how close she was, but you'd smelt her perfume before you could even see the distance and you had to turn away. the hatred consuming your body. boiling your blood.

"everyone is going, why shouldn't you?" her voice was nearly quiet as she placed her hands on your shoulders so delicately. nails so perfectly manicured. you shimmied out of her grip turning to look at her with daggers in your eyes.

"why are you being so nice to me?" you asked with confusion. her brows raised and her lips frowned. still, nothing was out of place. every hair laid perfectly on her head framing her face beautifully. every lash was perfectly curled, lips perfectly rosy, dress hugging her figure marvelously. you hated that you'd never be like her. that no matter what you did, nothing would ever work out perfectly for you.

"i only want you to have a good time. everyone is going, why shouldn't you?" she asked with a defensiveness in her voice that sounded more like the glinda you knew. when she placed her hand on her chest and pulled back her neck as if you were attacking her, your eyes softened. her brows furrowed with confusion. her lips parted with intrigued. what twisted game were you playing? she vetted she'd been nothing but nice to you this entire time-

"i hate you," just as soon as the words had slipped out like word vomit, you cupped your mouth. your eyes widened as her shoulders slumped and her lips frowned. her big eyes eyes searched the room as she stumbled back trying to find something to hold her weight.

"hate?" her voice was shrill, full of disbelief.

"nobody hates me," she emphasized. her perfectly painted and rounded nails clung to her vanity as her eyes shifted. she was having an existential crisis as you stood frozen in front of her. you hadn't meant to say it. you're not sure why you said it. did she really not notice the way she treated you? did she not understand that you weren't friends? that you'd never been friends?

"i'm sorry," you whispered not sure what else to say. you were sorry. sorry that this is how things were unfolding. sorry that she was so offended when you had every right to feel this way. then she turned to look at you menacingly.

"sorry?" she scoffed darting towards you. her finger dug into your shoulder shoving you. she shoved you.

"you said you hate me," she cried out in disbelief. she stomped her foot and stood her ground. chest puffed up. brows furrowed. you could see the vein protruding in her neck. she was filled with anger and-

"why do you hate me?" and softness. there was a softness that took over her again and her shoulders slumped and she searched the ground as if the answer was on the floorboards and she played with her fingers like she was reevaluating every interaction and glance since the first day you met.

"you are pushy," you said without hesitation.

"you always need to get your way," you added not noticing the way you were inching closer to her.

"and you hate me," you stated now centimeters from her face. when she looked up at you, her doe eyes were boring holes into your soul. there was genuine confusion written on her face. the proximity of your body was making her nervous and you wouldn't deny that you didn't feel the same way. there was fire coursing through your veins. uncertain if it was from the loathing or from being able to hear her soft uneven breathing.

before you could continue going down your list, her hands were cupping your face. her lips ghosting over yours. her eyes challenging your gaze. her fingers curled around the back of your neck. arms wrapped around your shoulders testing the limits of her touch. tentative yet assertive as you stood still. you glanced at her lips. glossed and perfect. you glanced at her eyes. big and brown and beautiful and smooth like chocolate. you swallowed and cautiously touched her back.

upon feeling your touch, she closed the gap between your faces. lips molding so perfectly. foreign, but nice. what was this feeling? it rumbled in your belly. hunger. insatiable hunger. your fingers wrapped around the strings of her corset, absentmindedly pulling until she breathed on your mouth relieved of the pressure on her ribs.

she sighed, humming against your lips. you opened your mouth, tongue finding hers. fighting for dominance only playfully. this was a game you were both enjoying as hands roamed bodies. as she pulled on your robe and you tugged at her corset. you gasped when her hand ran under your shirt and she exhaled when her dress hit the floor and you pulled away from the kiss admiring her beauty.

she looked down shyly at her body before finding yours again. wrapping herself in your embrace. feet pitter pattering to her bed. her big frilly pink bed. your bodies sunk into the mattress. her legs on either side of your body. her hair falling down her face trickling down your collarbones as she kissed you again and again. hips swaying slowly. your hands on her thighs. your whimpers small as she teased and dragged her lips down your neck.

it wasn't hatred and it hadn't been lust. the line was very thin and you were balancing on it. it was an attraction you couldn't begin to understand. a feeling you deduced to the only thing you'd ever known..hatred.

when her fingers ran between your folds you felt the foreign feeling consume your body. when she smiled at you sweetly, you felt it rotting your teeth. when her dainty fingers filled you, you tossed your head back unable to look at the beautiful face in front of you. afraid you'd unravel and make a fool of yourself, but she held your face and you foolishly fell into the palm of her hand placing a kiss on her warm skin. your eyes never faltered as she moved her fingers in holy ways. in ways you'd never imagined. ways you loved. you loved it and you loved this. whatever this was.

[neo--queen--serenity]

When the Wizard, grasping for straws to get Elphaba on board, reaches around for Glinda, hauls her forward, and awkwardly declares, “you can even bring your…friend…” in a last ditch effort to win her over?? Like queer subtext or no, that man 1000% assumed they were already dating.

[liv0]

I love how in sync they are

[wickedisback]

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe / blonde.

+ zoomed in versions :))

[tapiocats]

I saw the Wicked musical last week 🏳️‍🌈

[rosefuckinggenius]

Let me rest into your arms that smell like home for me,

while your eyes follow the rimes in that book you’re reading.

Let me stay a little bit longer before I crash again in my bed

because I will think and dream about you for one night more. ❤️‍🔥

[mountainsinaboat]

bullet train Gelphie snuggles

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[lesbozoid]

“Elphaba has two hands” ok but did you ever stop to think that her girlfriend is insane and would die and freak out if Elphaba even suggested dating anyone other than her (she wouldn’t). And did you also suggest that I’m gonna hit you with hammers.

[mari-thesapphic-lady]

quality is terrible but LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS!!

[ggardengirl]

[swagathaharkness]

seeing a whole new wave of people in the year of 2024 "discover" that wicked is gay as hell is soooooo funny to me... don't get me wrong I'm so happy for them but like......... well yes!

[crowshaped]

i’m obsessed with that gummy bear pic and gelphie has grabbed me by my ankles once again

[liv0]

It's the hand placement for me, like that's her woman

[aforgottenthing]

Tragedy enjoyers when there’s not one, not two, but three combinations of tragic relationships at the center of the narrative AND they’re bisexual

[cinemichh]

glinda smiling big as ever after their special ozdust ballroom moment like girl we get it you’re in love 😭