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Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn being obsessed with you headcannons:

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn.

Trigger warnings: Stalking I think. Joe and Love themselves are a TW. Please tell me if I’ve forgotten 🤍

It starts with Joe. Of course it does. He sees you at the café—you were reading a book he deems worthy of attention, something rare these days. You’re kind to the barista, your smile lingers, and Joe? Joe needs to know you.

• He watches. He learns. Your route to work, your favorite order, how you twirl your pen when you’re lost in thought. He tells himself it’s to protect you. That you deserve someone who sees you. And he can do that. He will do that.

• But then comes Love. She meets you at a farmers’ market. You complimented her homemade jam. Love felt it instantly—that gravitational pull. You laugh like sunlight, and her heart clutches. You’re so soft, so full of life. The kind of person she could bake for, garden with, protect.

• When Joe finds out Love is watching you too, he panics. But then—something clicks. Maybe this time, they don’t have to choose. Maybe this time, they can share.

• Suddenly, you’re being love-bombed from both sides. Joe always just happens to show up at the bookstore you like. He lends you novels you’ve been meaning to read. Love drops off pastries at your door, says she made too many (she didn’t).

• They’re careful at first. Subtle. Friendly. Then one day they invite you over for dinner. You’re flattered. They’re charming. The food is incredible. Joe pours wine while Love brushes your hair back from your face. You think it’s sweet. You don’t see the glance they share behind your back—hungry, possessive.

• You become part of their routine. You don’t know how it happened. Love insists you sleep over when you’re too tired to drive home. Joe leaves you notes tucked into your books. You’re their sunshine. Their muse. Their everything.

• But they get jealous—of each other. Joe finds Love staring at you like you’re a masterpiece. Love watches Joe watch you with that infatuated gleam in his eyes. They love you, but they’re still them—intense, obsessive, a little broken.

• Sometimes they fight about you. Loud, raw arguments behind closed doors. But they always come back together with the same conclusion: They’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.

• And you? You’re just starting to wonder if maybe this all feels…a little too perfect. Why your phone sometimes glitches. Why that one guy who was hitting on you suddenly moved away. Why you can’t seem to say no to them anymore.

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Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn kidnapping you head cannons.

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader x Love Quinn.

Trigger warning: Kidnapping, mentions of stalking, mentions of murder.

Before the Kidnapping:

• Joe notices you first — maybe through a bookshop, a quiet coffee shop visit, or even your social media. You’re different, quieter, more mysterious, and that draws him in.

• He does his usual thing: deep dives into your past, watches your routines, finds the “why” behind your every move. In his mind, it’s not stalking — it’s understanding.

• Love notices Joe becoming consumed by you. At first, she’s jealous. Then she gets curious. Then obsessed too. She starts showing up where you are, “accidentally.”

• Once they both agree you’re “meant to be part of their family,” the decision is made: you need to be brought home.

The Kidnapping:

• Joe handles the logistics — chloroform, soundproofing, the cage (yes, the glass box is back, or maybe it’s a hidden basement this time).

• Love bakes your favorite dessert. She wants your first moments with them to be comfortable, even though you’re restrained.

• When you wake up, they’re there — smiling, calm, warm even. “You’re safe now,” Joe says softly. “The world out there didn’t deserve you,” Love adds, cupping your face.

After the Kidnapping:

• Joe is the quiet, watchful one. He reads to you, plays music, and justifies everything. He knows you’ll come around. “This is love,” he insists.

• Love is the emotional one. She brings you food, brushes your hair, cuddles with you when you’re too exhausted to fight. She’s terrifyingly maternal.

• You’re never alone — if Joe leaves, Love stays. If Love is gone, Joe is near. Cameras watch every move.

• They argue over how to treat you — Joe wants to give you “space” to adjust. Love wants to speed up the bonding process.

• Eventually, they want you to participate in “family” things — dinner, movie nights, even photos for fake social media accounts to make it seem like you’re just living a secluded life.

Twisted Affection:

• They don’t see themselves as your captors — they’re your protectors, your lovers, your home.

• If you ever scream or fight, Joe becomes deadly calm. Love becomes heartbreakingly sad. “Why would you hurt us like this?”

• If you cry, Love holds you like a child. Joe reads you calming poetry or philosophical passages about soulmates and fate.

• Rewards are common: new books, soft clothes, your favorite shows. But they’re always conditional — behave, and you’re “loved.” Resist, and they get cold.

Escape?

• Joe is smarter than ever — every plan you try, he’s already three steps ahead.

• Love, however, is impulsive and emotional. If you play your cards right, you might manipulate her — but it’s dangerous. She’ll kill if she feels threatened.

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Study session interrupted.

Pairing: Elphaba Throbb x reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Requests.

It was a quiet afternoon in Elphaba’s room. The green walls, adorned with a few scattered books and a flickering candle, cast a soft glow over the space. You and Elphaba were sitting at her desk, books and papers spread out in front of you as you both tried to focus on the assignments at hand. The sound of the quill scratching against the parchment was the only noise, aside from the occasional rustle of pages.

You had been studying for what felt like hours, but your mind kept drifting. Every now and then, you found yourself glancing over at Elphaba. She was so focused, her sharp eyes scanning the pages, the dim light casting shadows that only made her look even more ethereal.

“You’re staring again,” Elphaba said, her voice a teasing drawl, her green eyes lifting from the page to meet yours.

You blinked, a little startled. “Am I?”

She smirked, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. “You know, you really should stop doing that. It's distracting.”

“Distracting, huh?” you asked, leaning in a little closer. “I didn’t know I had that kind of power over you.”

Elphaba arched an eyebrow, the challenge in her expression as clear as ever. “Oh, you definitely do,” she said with a hint of mischief in her voice.

Before you could respond, your face broke into a grin. “You’re such a tease, Elphie.”

Her lips quirked, and with a swift motion, she set her quill down, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The next thing you knew, she was leaning in, her breath warm on your lips.

You couldn't resist anymore. You closed the gap between you, lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle at first—just a quiet affirmation of your feelings—but as she responded, it deepened, the warmth between you both intensifying.

Just as Elphaba’s hand reached to cup your face, the door to her room creaked open.

“Hey, Elphie, I—” Glinda’s voice trailed off, her wide eyes locking on the scene before her. Her hand froze on the doorknob, and she stared at the two of you, her mouth slightly open in exaggerated surprise. “Well, this is… unexpected.”

You and Elphaba quickly pulled apart, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Elphaba’s green skin flushed darker, a subtle shade of red creeping across her face. She turned away, trying to hide her flustered expression behind her hands.

Glinda, ever the dramatic one, stepped fully into the room, crossing her arms over her chest and looking between the two of you with a teasing grin. “You know, I never took you for a couple that couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”

You cleared your throat awkwardly, glancing at Elphaba, who was avoiding eye contact with both of you. “We weren’t doing anything,” you said quickly, although your tone didn’t help much in convincing anyone.

Elphaba shot you a look that could only be described as ‘please help me,’ and for a moment, you almost wanted to disappear into the floor.

Glinda, still grinning, glanced at the desk and the scattered papers. “Right. So, studying, huh? I mean, I can see the study materials… but that doesn’t explain the heavy make-out session.”

You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “We were just... taking a break.”

“Elphaba, taking breaks? Now that’s a surprise,” Glinda teased, crossing her arms.

“Alright, alright, we get it, Glinda,” you said, rolling your eyes. “You’ve made your point.”

There was a pause before you broke the awkward tension with a grin. “But if you’re gonna interrupt, at least bring snacks next time. A little courtesy goes a long way.”

Elphaba snorted, her earlier embarrassment fading as she glanced at you, her lips curling in an amused smile. “You’re terrible.”

“And yet, you love me,” you said, winking at her.

Glinda, clearly done with her teasing, raised an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two to... study. But next time, maybe knock before diving into the room like that. I don’t need to witness all your private moments.”

“Got it, Glinda,” you said, still trying to get your composure back.

Glinda smiled and gave a dramatic wave. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just be over here, not judging you,” she added with an exaggerated wink as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Once she was gone, you turned back to Elphaba, who was trying to suppress a chuckle. “Well, that was something,” you said, brushing your fingers through your hair.

Elphaba shook her head, a small smile lingering on her lips. “We really need to work on our privacy skills.”

“Agreed,” you said, settling back into your seat. “But for now… what were we saying before all that?”

Elphaba raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I believe we were about to continue where we left off… without interruptions, of course.”

“Right,” you grinned, leaning in once again, knowing full well that no matter how many times Glinda walked in, you’d always find your way back to Elphaba.

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Being Galinda’s girlfriend headcannons:

Pairing: Galinda Upland x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

You’re Her Biggest Supporter: Galinda (or Glinda, depending on how you like to spell it) is a force of nature, and she’s constantly seeking validation and admiration from others. But when you're together, you're the one person who she can truly lean on for reassurance. You offer her genuine support without all the sparkle and glam that she’s used to from others, which means more to her than she'd admit.

Endless Sparkle, with a Twist: Galinda loves her glitz and glam, but when she's with you, she’s willing to leave the ballgowns behind for cozy nights in—well, at least as cozy as she can get. She insists on giving you "the full Glinda treatment" with spa days, facials, and candlelit baths (probably scented with something extravagant like lavender-sweet vanilla). She’s always the one to make you feel like you're royalty, even if it’s just a lazy afternoon.

Teasing and Playful Banter: There’s a lot of light-hearted teasing in your relationship. She’ll probably poke fun at you for being "so serious" or "not understanding the importance of a good hair flip," but it’s all in good fun. You love to tease her back, calling out her overly dramatic tendencies, which she pretends to be offended by—until she bursts into giggles.

She Keeps You on Your Toes: Galinda’s known for her love of making everything a little more dramatic than it needs to be. If you're in a public situation where there's a little bit of tension, she'll probably look at you with an exaggerated "save me" expression, which is both hilarious and endearing. You’re her safe person, and she knows you’ll always keep her grounded.

You’re the Yin to Her Yang: While Galinda can be a bit self-centered and bubbly, you balance her out. You might be more introverted, calm, or serious, and that contrast creates a dynamic where you complement each other perfectly. You challenge her to think deeper and act with more humility, while she teaches you to lighten up and take life with a pinch of glitter.

The Best Date Nights: Your dates could be a mix of extravagant affairs and the simplest moments. You might attend a big gala, or you might have a quiet evening where she reads to you from one of her fashion magazines while you doze off in her arms. She loves to spoil you, but she also treasures the moments where it’s just the two of you, without all the flashing lights of the world.

She’s Protective in Her Own Way: Galinda may not always show it, but she gets fiercely protective of you. If someone is rude to you or you’re facing a challenge, she’s the first one ready to defend you with a mix of fiery charm and persuasive words. While she doesn’t have the same boldness as Elphaba, Galinda will use her wit, charm, and status to make sure you're treated well.

She Has a Soft Side: Deep down, Galinda has a heart of gold. She may act superficial at times, but she’s incredibly thoughtful and has an emotional side that only comes out when she’s with you. She might surprise you with little gifts, handwritten notes, or her favorite flower because she knows it’ll make you smile. She also has a bit of a “soft and vulnerable” side that she only lets you see.

Sharing in Her Growth: As much as Galinda is known for her glamorous persona, she’s also a character with depth. Throughout the relationship, you get to see her evolve from someone obsessed with popularity to someone who’s genuinely concerned about justice and what’s right. You’re there to witness her growth, whether it's her finding her own voice or standing up for what she believes in.

You Have Her Heart: Galinda is a romantic at heart, and though she often expresses it in dramatic ways, you know she’s incredibly devoted to you. When she says she loves you, it's not just the words; it’s the look in her eyes, the soft touches, and the way she always wants to make sure you feel adored. It’s clear you’re her one true love, and she’s in it for the long haul.

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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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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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Snuggle buds.

Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Request

The wind howled outside the walls of Shiz, rattling the windows and making the old dormitory creak. The cold had seeped into every corner, even with the small fire you'd managed to light in the hearth. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

You stirred in your bed, pulling the heavy blanket tighter around your shoulders. It was too cold to sleep, and the faint rustling from the other side of the room told you that you weren’t the only one awake.

“Elphie?” you whispered.

The rustling stopped, replaced by a soft sigh. “You should be sleeping,” came her reply, quiet but clear in the stillness.

“So should you,” you countered, sitting up. “It’s freezing.”

Elphaba shifted, the dim light from the fire catching the edge of her profile. “I’m fine,” she said, though the way she curled into herself suggested otherwise.

Without another word, you slipped out of bed, dragging your blanket with you. The floor was ice beneath your feet as you crossed the room to her. She looked up in surprise as you settled beside her, throwing the blanket over both of you.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice low but not unkind.

“Keeping you warm,” you said simply.

Elphaba hesitated, her sharp green eyes studying your face as though searching for an ulterior motive. When she found none, she sighed and allowed herself to relax—just a little.

You pulled the blanket snug around the two of you, your shoulder brushing hers. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Slowly, she leaned into you, her head resting lightly on your shoulder.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she murmured after a while.

“I wanted to,” you said, turning your head slightly to look at her. Her eyes were half-closed now, her usual tension softened by exhaustion.

You smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed completely, her breath warm against your neck.

“Thank you,” she whispered, so quiet you almost missed it.

“Always, Elphie,” you replied, your voice just as soft.

The storm raged on outside, but wrapped in each other’s warmth, it didn’t seem so cold anymore.

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Elphaba with a S/O who looks really cutesy and is normally very sweet and soft spoken, but is very protective of Elphaba and angrily stands up for her when they see someone treating her bad:

Elphaba Thropp x gn!reader.

Trigger warnings: mentions of vulnerabilities and marginalising.

Request.

Note: can we appreciate Cynthia voice 🥰 I can hear her singing through this gif!

A Deep Connection: Elphaba is intelligent and introspective, so she'd appreciate deep, meaningful conversations with her girlfriend. Whether it's discussing political philosophy or just venting about the trials of her day, she'd open up to you in a way she doesn’t with others.

Protective Nature: Elphaba has spent much of her life feeling like an outsider, so when she finally finds someone who truly cares for her, she's incredibly protective. She’d always make sure you're safe, even if it means standing up to anyone who might threaten you or your relationship.

Shared Quiet Moments: While Elphaba can be fiery and passionate, she also enjoys moments of calm and solitude. You’d find her curled up with a book or lost in her own thoughts, and you’d often spend time in silence just being with each other. She might even show a rare, soft side when she's in your presence.

Acts of Service Over Words: While Elphaba isn't always expressive with her words, she shows love through actions. She might fix something for you, help you when you're in trouble, or take care of you when you're feeling down. She expresses herself best when she’s doing something for you.

A Complex Sense of Humor: Elphaba might not be the most openly cheerful person, but she has a wry, sharp sense of humor. She might not laugh a lot, but when she does, it’s genuine and likely over some dry, sarcastic comment. You’d quickly learn to appreciate her brand of wit.

Defying Expectations Together: As a couple, you’d likely find yourselves pushing against societal norms together. Whether it’s fighting for justice, advocating for the marginalized, or just rejecting the expectations others have placed on you, Elphaba would love someone who stands beside her in the fight for what’s right.

The Vulnerability You Shared: Despite her tough exterior, Elphaba has a lot of internal struggle with her identity and sense of belonging. Being with you would offer her a sense of acceptance, and she'd slowly learn to open up about her past, her fears, and her insecurities. She might be hesitant at first, but your love would help her heal.

Unlikely Romantic Gestures: Elphaba isn’t one for grand romantic gestures, but she would show her love in unique ways. Maybe she makes you a homemade potion to heal a wound or takes you to a quiet spot where you can both stargaze in peace, away from prying eyes. She values intimacy and personal connections over outward displays.

A Fierce Advocate for Your Dreams: Elphaba believes in standing up for what’s right, and she would absolutely stand behind your goals and dreams, no matter how big or small. If you want to fight for something important, she’d be right by your side, helping you to make your dreams a reality.

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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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Being in a ‘V’ relationship with Nick and Charlie. (Pt2)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x F!reader. Charlie Spring x F!reader (Platonic).

Triggers: Poly 'V' relationship, talks about mental health, Fluff, talks of platonic and romantic relationships. Idk let me know if I've missed any :D.

Note: this relationship with Charlie is PLATONIC ONLY. I will only write Charlie as a gay man as that is what the characters sexual orientation is. Also this is based on season 2 in Paris bc season 2 has my heart forever and ever.

In a poly V relationship, there are three individuals involved: one person who is romantically or sexually involved with two others who are not directly involved with each other. (Source)

Request.

Nick takes on the role of the enthusiastic tour guide, excitedly leading you and Charlie around Paris. He wants to make sure both of you have the best time, and he balances his attention between the two of you. His joy is contagious, making you both laugh as he stumbles over French phrases and gets overly excited about everything from the Eiffel Tower to street crepes.

Charlie is more relaxed and takes in the beauty of Paris quietly, often letting Nick do most of the talking. He enjoys walking through the streets with you both, comfortable in the quiet moments as well as the louder ones. There’s something peaceful about being in a foreign city where he feels less pressure to fit in.

You love how Nick’s excitement contrasts with Charlie’s quiet appreciation. It creates a perfect balance as you explore the city together, and you often find yourself capturing candid photos of them both, smiling and enjoying the moment.

Nick makes sure to carve out special moments for you both. One evening, he takes you to a quiet café for a romantic dinner, just the two of you, where you share food and talk under the glow of string lights. Afterward, he brings you back to meet up with Charlie, who’s had some solo time, and the three of you sit by the Seine, laughing and watching the boats drift by.

Charlie and Nick have their own special moments too. One night, you suggest that they go for a late-night walk together, giving them time alone to connect and enjoy the beauty of Paris by night. You’re happy knowing they get to share that intimate time, and you later hear about how they talked about their future together, with Charlie feeling safe and loved by Nick.

Nick insists on visiting all the iconic landmarks, dragging both you and Charlie to the top of the Eiffel Tower, to the Louvre, and along the Champs-Élysées. Charlie is less interested in the touristy spots, but he goes along because he enjoys seeing Nick so happy. He occasionally rolls his eyes at how excited Nick gets but always does it with a small smile.

You enjoy the mix of iconic landmarks and quieter spots. On one particularly relaxing day, you and Charlie find a cozy bookshop to browse while Nick runs around snapping photos. It’s a perfect balance—Nick getting his high-energy sightseeing fix, while you and Charlie enjoy the quiet, intellectual side of the city.

One of the highlights of the trip is having a picnic in Jardin des Tuileries. Nick is in charge of gathering food, coming back with baguettes, cheese, pastries, and wine. The three of you spread out a blanket in the grass, enjoying the warm weather.

Charlie leans against Nick as the two of them share quiet, tender moments, while you soak up the atmosphere and enjoy the scenery. There’s no rush, just a calm day with the three of you enjoying each other's company.

You often catch Nick glancing at both you and Charlie with that loving smile, clearly happy to have you both by his side in such a romantic setting.

Nick is open and affectionate with both you and Charlie, holding hands with each of you at different times throughout the trip. When it’s just you and him, Nick is romantic and sweet, taking advantage of the Parisian setting to kiss you in front of famous landmarks or share quiet moments in hidden gardens.

Charlie, while more reserved, also appreciates these moments. Though he’s not romantically involved with you, he has developed a deep bond with you over the course of the trip. Sometimes, the three of you sit together in comfortable silence, Charlie leaning against Nick and you resting your head on Nick’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth of your closeness.

You and Charlie have formed a friendship that's based on mutual respect and understanding, and even though Charlie doesn’t show affection in the same way Nick does, he’s come to appreciate your presence in Nick’s life.

When the three of you explore crowded areas, like Montmartre or the Louvre, Nick naturally positions himself between you and Charlie, making sure neither of you gets lost in the crowd. He’s protective and attentive, always holding onto one of your hands or making sure Charlie feels comfortable.

Charlie hates crowds, and Nick is sensitive to this, often checking in to make sure he’s okay. When Charlie needs a breather, Nick will gently suggest finding a quieter spot, where you all can regroup and relax. You’re more than happy to follow their lead, as you’ve learned to read Charlie’s cues and support him when he needs space.

Nick tries so hard to speak French, but sometimes it goes hilariously wrong. He’ll attempt to order food or ask for directions, and while his enthusiasm is adorable, his grammar often leaves locals confused. Charlie, who’s secretly been learning French, occasionally steps in to help, though he finds Nick’s attempts endearing.

You love the way Nick’s attempts at French bring out a softer side of Charlie, who enjoys teasing Nick about his pronunciation but also appreciates how hard Nick tries. It’s a running joke throughout the trip, and you often join in on the fun, making Nick laugh at his own mistakes.

Nick loves trying new things, so he insists on sampling French cuisine, from escargot to crepes. Charlie, on the other hand, is a bit pickier, and you find yourself siding with him when Nick tries to get you both to eat something a little too adventurous.

One night, the three of you stumble across a small local concert. While Nick pulls Charlie into a dance, you watch, feeling warm inside at how well the dynamic works. Later, when the music slows, Nick pulls you in for a dance too, while Charlie sits back and enjoys watching his two favorite people in the world have fun.

When it’s just you and Nick, he’s completely focused on you, making sure you feel just as special as Charlie. The two of you spend some mornings wandering through Paris’s quieter streets, holding hands and stopping for croissants at small cafés. He’s attentive, making sure these moments feel intimate and romantic.

You often find yourself talking about how the relationship works, appreciating how open Nick is about balancing his feelings for you and Charlie. It reassures you that he’s fully committed to both relationships, and it deepens your bond.

As the trip comes to an end, Nick feels nostalgic, not wanting the magical time in Paris to end. You and Charlie both comfort him, assuring him that the memories you’ve made will stay with you forever.

The trip strengthens all of your bonds. You leave Paris feeling more connected to Nick, knowing that while he shares something unique with Charlie, the relationship you have with him is equally as important.

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Christmas kiss.

Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Request.

The snow fell softly outside, dusting the Shiz University campus with a light blanket of white. Inside, the warmth of the festive season wrapped around the students like a cozy embrace. The halls of Shiz were decked with garlands and shimmering lights, and the air was filled with the soft hum of carols and the scent of spiced cider.

It was Christmas Eve, and you had never felt more at home in this place. It had been a year since you and Elphaba had finally admitted what had been silently growing between the two of you for so long. Your relationship had blossomed slowly, but now it was as undeniable as the twinkling stars in the night sky.

You and Elphaba sat together in one of the common rooms, away from the noise of the bustling crowd. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across her emerald face. Her smile was as rare as it was precious, but it was all for you now, and that made your heart flutter.

"Are you enjoying the festivities?" you asked, sipping from your mug of hot cider, your eyes softening as you looked at her. "It’s not often we get to be around so many people, especially when they’re all in such a good mood."

Elphaba smirked, her usual skeptical expression softened by the comfort of the moment. "I’ll admit, it’s a bit charming," she said. "But only because you're here."

You blushed at her words, feeling your heart skip a beat. "You always know how to make me feel special."

She reached for your hand, her fingers warm as they intertwined with yours. "That’s because you are special," Elphaba said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of something deeper. "You’re the only reason this holiday season feels... different."

You smiled, leaning into her touch as the sounds of laughter and music echoed from the other room. But before you could say anything else, a mischievous voice rang out across the room.

"There you are!" Glinda appeared at the door, her blonde hair sparkling in the light, and her eyes full of mischief. "I’ve been looking all over for you two!"

Elphaba groaned softly, but you squeezed her hand, silently reassuring her. You had grown accustomed to Glinda’s antics over the years. It was never truly malicious—just... relentless.

Glinda grinned as she approached, her eyes flicking between you and Elphaba. "Oh, don't worry, darling," she said with a playful wink. "I’m not here to ruin your moment. In fact, I’m here to help it along."

You raised an eyebrow. "Help it along?"

Glinda's smile widened. "You’ll see." She stepped to the side, revealing a sprig of mistletoe hanging overhead, its delicate green leaves and red berries adding to the holiday cheer. "You two have been dancing around this for far too long. It’s time."

Elphaba’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked up at the mistletoe, then back at Glinda, who was practically glowing with excitement. "What are you—"

"You heard me!" Glinda interrupted, her voice almost sing-song. "You’re under the mistletoe now, so someone has to kiss someone."

You glanced at Elphaba, your heart pounding in your chest. This had been a long time coming. The spark between you both had been there since the beginning, but neither of you had ever made the first move. You had both been too shy, too afraid of ruining the quiet peace that had grown between you.

But now? With the mistletoe above, with Glinda practically giving you no choice... the moment had arrived.

Elphaba seemed to hesitate, her brow furrowing as she looked at you. "You really want me to kiss you?" she asked, her voice quiet but filled with uncertainty.

You smiled gently, stepping closer to her, letting your hand rest against her cheek. "More than anything," you whispered. "I’ve wanted this for so long, Elphaba."

Her eyes softened as she gazed at you, her breath catching in her throat. For a brief moment, you both stood there, the world outside fading away, leaving just the two of you in that quiet, magical space. And then, with a tender smile, Elphaba leaned in.

Her lips were as soft as you had always imagined, the kiss gentle but full of everything you had both been holding back. It was a kiss that spoke of years of unspoken words, of emotions too big to name, of the way your heart had always known it belonged with hers.

When the kiss broke, you both lingered, just inches apart, breathing each other in, as if savoring the moment. Elphaba smiled shyly, her eyes bright. "I… I didn’t think you’d want me like that."

You laughed softly, resting your forehead against hers. "I’ve always wanted you, Elphaba. More than you could ever know."

Glinda, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, clapped her hands together in delight. "Well, finally!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with glee. "I was starting to think you two would never figure it out!"

You turned to Glinda, smiling playfully. "We would’ve eventually, I’m sure. But we didn’t need you to play matchmaker."

Glinda grinned. "I only gave you a little push. You two were meant to be together, after all. It was written in the stars, or at least in the mistletoe."

Elphaba rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks, Glinda. I suppose."

With a laugh, Glinda winked. "You’re welcome! Now go enjoy your Christmas, you two." She made her way toward the door but turned around one last time. "Oh, and remember, there’s always more mistletoe where that came from."

As Glinda left, you and Elphaba shared another smile, your fingers still interlaced. The fire crackled beside you, and the world outside seemed to hold its breath for a moment.

You leaned in, kissing her again, a little longer this time, your heart light and full of joy. This—this was what Christmas had always been about for you. Not the decorations or the music or even the mistletoe, but the quiet moments shared with the person who made your heart feel at home.

And now, with Elphaba by your side, everything felt perfect.

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In your arms.

Pairing: Fiyero Tiggular x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: anxiety, overwhelming emotions, and the process of seeking comfort and support during an episode.

Request.

It was a quiet evening in the Emerald City, the kind where the glow from the streets softly filtered in through the windows, casting gentle shadows across the room. You and Fiyero had just finished dinner, the air light with conversation and laughter. Yet, something was off. The buzz of the day, the weight of the world—everything felt a little too heavy, a little too overwhelming.

Your breath hitched, a strange tightness squeezing your chest, like something invisible had wrapped around you, constricting your lungs. You tried to push the feeling down, but it only made it worse. Your hands began to tremble, your heartbeat quickening.

Fiyero, sitting across from you, immediately noticed. His brow furrowed, his warm gaze locking onto yours.

“Hey, hey—what’s wrong?” His voice was low, concerned.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words caught in your throat, as if the air had been knocked out of you. The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in, and you felt yourself shrinking, small and helpless. Panic began to take root, a storm in your chest that you couldn’t control.

“Y/N,” Fiyero said urgently, standing from the table and moving toward you. His hand reached out, gentle but firm, resting on your shoulder. “Look at me. Focus on me.”

But you couldn’t. Your vision blurred, your hands shaking uncontrollably now as the wave of panic threatened to drown you.

Fiyero was by your side in an instant. He knelt in front of you, his hand gently cupping your face. His touch was grounding, a tether pulling you back from the edge. “Hey, breathe with me. In… and out. Slowly.”

You gasped for air, but it wasn’t enough. The panic had taken over, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t calm your racing mind.

“Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice steady and soothing, “you’re okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

His words, though simple, wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. He didn’t pull away, didn’t try to fix you immediately—he just stayed. His presence was solid and reassuring, like a rock against the crashing waves.

“Breathe with me,” he repeated. “In… and out. Just like that.”

Fiyero took a deep breath himself, his chest expanding slowly and deliberately. You tried to match the rhythm, your shaky breath hitching again as you focused on him, the sound of his calm exhalations guiding yours. The moment stretched between you, the tension starting to loosen as his warmth and strength slowly anchored you.

“It’s okay. You’re safe,” he continued, his voice like a soft lullaby. “I’ve got you. Just breathe with me.”

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. Slowly, but surely, the storm inside you began to subside. Your hands stopped trembling, your chest loosening, your breath coming easier. It wasn’t over, but you weren’t alone anymore. And that made all the difference.

Fiyero didn’t move until he was sure you were steady again. When he finally did, he gently helped you sit up straighter, his hand resting on your back.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words heavy with embarrassment, but he shook his head immediately.

“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He reached for your hands, holding them gently. “I’m just glad you’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

You nodded, swallowing hard, still feeling the echoes of the panic attack inside you, but grounded by his presence. Slowly, you allowed yourself to lean into him, seeking his warmth, his comfort. And without hesitation, Fiyero wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you rested your head against his chest.

In the quiet, with his heartbeat thudding softly against your ear, you realized that no matter what storm you faced inside, you weren’t alone. Fiyero would always be there to help you through it.

And for the first time that night, you were able to breathe.

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Bad idea, right?

Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x gn! reader.

Trigger warnings: miscommunication, emotional confusion, unintended hurt, emotional vulnerability.

Request.

The air in the Emerald City was heavy with tension as Elphaba paced back and forth in her room, trying not to think about the way your smile made her heart race. She had always been good at hiding her feelings, but there was something about you that made it impossible to keep her emotions locked away.

Her best friend, Glinda, had noticed it first. She’d been teasing Elphaba about it for weeks, insisting that the green-skinned witch was "absolutely smitten" with you. Elphaba had denied it at first, but after more and more moments of catching her breath when you were near, she couldn't pretend anymore. The feelings were real. And intense.

Glinda, ever the romantic, had offered some “helpful” advice, though Elphaba wasn’t sure whether to trust her or not.

“Listen, Elphie,” Glinda had said with a grin, “If you want to win someone’s heart, sometimes you have to make them jealous. It’s classic.”

Elphaba had raised an eyebrow. “Jealous? I don’t think that’s the best strategy.”

But Glinda had insisted, practically bubbling with excitement. “Trust me, Elphie! A little jealousy never hurt anyone. Just act like you're into someone else, maybe a little flirtation here and there, and they’ll come around. Works every time!”

Reluctantly, Elphaba had agreed to give it a try. After all, Glinda seemed so confident. And maybe, just maybe, it would work.

The next day, Elphaba found herself sitting across from you in the crowded dining hall. You were talking animatedly about something, completely unaware of the battle waging inside her. She had tried to prepare herself, tried to be casual and confident. But as soon as you looked at her with that warm, kind gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

To her horror, a figure walked in—the charming, flirtatious Fiyero. Elphaba had always known he had a certain charisma, but today… today was different. He walked up to the table, grinning as he leaned casually against it. “Well, well, if it isn’t the green goddess herself. Care to join me for a walk?”

Elphaba felt the words leave her mouth before she could stop them. “Sure, why not?”

Your eyes flickered between them, and Elphaba couldn’t help but notice the brief, almost imperceptible flash of disappointment in your gaze. It made her stomach churn.

“Great!” Fiyero said, not giving you much of a chance to respond. “Lead the way, Elphaba.”

And they left.

Elphaba had tried to enjoy the conversation with Fiyero, but it was no use. Her mind kept drifting back to you, to the way you’d looked when she’d walked away. Was this really the way to make you realize how she felt?

Later that evening, she was back in her room, feeling confused and restless. There was a knock at the door, and when she opened it, there you were, standing with a mix of concern and something else in your eyes.

“Can we talk?” you asked softly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Elphaba swallowed hard. “Of course. What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, as though choosing your words carefully. “I don’t know what’s going on with you and Fiyero, but… I guess I just didn’t expect you to be so… obvious about it.”

Elphaba’s chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

“You’re trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?” Your voice wasn’t angry, just hurt, and Elphaba felt a pang of guilt she hadn’t expected. “You’re not the kind of person to play games, Elphaba. I thought we were past that.”

Elphaba felt her face flush, and she couldn’t bring herself to meet your eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just thought… I thought maybe it would help you see…”

“See what?” you interrupted gently. “That you have feelings for me?”

Elphaba nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes. But I didn’t know how else to show you.”

You smiled softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to try and manipulate me, Elphaba. I already know how I feel. I just needed you to be honest with me.”

Relief flooded her, and she exhaled, finally meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice shaky. “I didn’t think it would backfire like that.”

You reached out, taking her hand in yours. “You don’t need anyone else’s advice to know how to make me see you. Just be yourself.”

From that moment on, Elphaba didn’t need to play games anymore. She learned that honesty was the best way to your heart—and that Glinda’s advice, while well-meaning, was a little too dramatic for her taste. But she also realized something important: no matter how complicated or difficult it seemed, she didn’t have to hide her feelings for you any longer.

And when you kissed her for the first time, with no tricks, no schemes, just the two of you, she knew that was the moment she’d been waiting for all along.

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Meeting Elphabas family Headcannon:

Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x reader, the Thropp family x reader.

Trigger warnings: nervousness, Elphabas dad ig.

Note: let’s pretend Elphabas mom is still alive pls. Let my baby have a family.

Request.

Elphaba's Nervousness:

Elphaba is anxious about introducing you to her family, knowing how complicated her relationship with them can be. She reassures you that it’s not personal but admits she’s protective of you.

Meeting Melena (Elphaba’s Mother):

Melena greets you with warmth, almost too much, pulling you into a tight hug, a contrast to Elphaba’s more reserved demeanor.

She’s charismatic and playful, commenting on how much Elphaba talks about you (even if Elphaba is quick to deny it).

Melena’s affection for you feels almost performative, like she’s trying to make up for something unspoken between her and Elphaba.

Meeting Frex (Elphaba’s Father):

Frex is standoffish at first, perhaps disappointed or unsettled by Elphaba’s defiance of traditional expectations, but gradually warms up to you.

He might make awkward, old-fashioned comments, trying to be fatherly, but you sense the tension between him and Elphaba, who clearly resents his patronizing tone.

His attempts to bond with you are more about asserting control than making a genuine connection, but you manage to navigate through it with polite responses.

Nessarose (Elphaba’s Sister):

Nessa seems cold at first but eventually shows curiosity, especially after seeing the dynamic between you and Elphaba.

She’s intelligent and quietly observant, noting how much Elphaba seems to trust you, and this causes her to warm up—albeit slowly.

The two of you bond over your understanding of Elphaba’s complexities, though Nessa’s loyalty to her sister sometimes leads to small, sharp comments.

Elphabas Reactions:

Elphaba stays mostly by your side, but she’s visibly tense, trying to hold it all together for your sake while dealing with family dynamics.

You can tell Elphaba appreciates your patience, especially when it comes to handling her family’s quirks.

Afterward, when you're alone, she admits how difficult it is to be around them, but she’s glad you’re there with her.

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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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Teen dad!Nick Nelson headcannons:

Pairing: teen dad! Nick Nelson x Kid!reader.

Trigger warnings: feelings of overwhelming feelings, vulnerability and parental stress.

Request.

Loving but Overwhelmed Dad: Nick’s the kind of teen dad who puts his heart into everything, even though he’s still figuring it all out. He’s super hands-on but often feels overwhelmed, balancing school and being a dad. You’ll often see him with his textbooks open while rocking you to sleep, trying to juggle it all.

Early Mornings with Cuddles: Nick is naturally an early riser, and his mornings are often spent with you in his lap, watching cartoons while he eats cereal. He makes sure you have your favorite breakfast too, probably something like fruit and waffles cut into little pieces because he’s super cautious about choking hazards.

Playful and Affectionate: He’s always down for playtime, even if he’s tired. He’ll roll around on the floor with you, letting you climb all over him. You’re his little shadow, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Sometimes he lifts you onto his shoulders and walks around the house, making airplane noises to make you giggle.

Protective Yet Soft: Nick is fiercely protective. Even as a teen, he’s constantly worrying if you’re okay, double-checking your car seat or making sure you’re bundled up in the cold. But he’s also incredibly soft, reading bedtime stories in silly voices or singing you to sleep when you’re fussy.

Charlie as a Co-Parenting Support: Charlie is always by Nick’s side, acting as a co-parenting partner. He’s the calmer, more organized one, helping Nick when things feel chaotic. They share parenting duties, so while Nick handles playtime and meals, Charlie might help with doctor appointments or nap schedules.

School Struggles: Being a teen dad means Nick sometimes struggles to keep up with school. He often stays up late to finish homework after you’ve gone to bed, feeling the weight of responsibility. Despite this, he refuses to let his grades drop because he’s determined to build a better future for you.

Always Wearing Matching Outfits: Nick loves dressing you up in little rugby jerseys or matching outfits. He thinks it’s the cutest thing, and he loves taking pictures with you in matching beanies or sweatshirts. It’s something small that brings him joy and helps him feel like he’s bonding with you.

Supportive Family and Friends: Nick’s family, especially his mom, helps out when things get tough. She adores you and is always offering to babysit. Nick’s friends also pitch in whenever they can, treating you like the little mascot of the group.

Emotional Vulnerability: Even though Nick tries to stay strong for you, there are moments when he’s emotionally vulnerable. Sometimes, after a particularly hard day, he’ll sit with you in his arms, tears welling up because of the pressure, but your little smile or laugh makes everything worth it.

Learning as He Goes: Nick’s always learning new things about being a dad. Whether it’s how to change diapers faster or figuring out which foods you like, he takes it all in stride. He may be young, but he’s dedicated and determined to be the best dad he can be, even when it’s hard.

Endless Patience: Nick has incredible patience, even during your tantrums or sleepless nights. He never raises his voice, instead choosing to talk to you softly or distract you with your favorite toy. He’s gentle, always trying to understand what you need.

Bringing You to Rugby Games: When Nick has rugby games, he brings you along, bundled up in a tiny jacket. Charlie usually holds you on the sidelines, cheering him on while you wave at him. After the game, Nick always scoops you up and lets you pretend to play with the ball, even though it’s almost as big as you.