#happy trails to her. elphaba of all times

[gelphiegifs]

"I hope you're happy in the end."

#gelphie #elphaba thropp #glinda upland #galinda upland #wicked #wicked musical #mary kate morrissey #beka burnham #s: defying gravity #it's mk's last day at wicked i'm inconsolable if you see me post her a lot that is why #happy trails to her. elphaba of all times

[pearlcaddy]

35? 🥰🥰

35. An awkward kiss given after a first date (All-Human AU, Aged-Up Jukebox because I no longer remember how to write them as teenagers)

Rock Paper Scissors

In seven years of knowing Julie, Luke has never felt awkward around her. Awed and nervous, sure. Ever since she wandered into their high school auditions for Wicked, opened her mouth, and nabbed the role of Elphaba as a freaking ninth grader, she’s had his full, often fumbled, attention and adoration.

But he hadn’t ever meant to ask her out. She’s been one of his best friends for years, and they’ve been each other’s first sounding board for song ideas—her for her solo career, him for Sunset Curve—and he’d never wanted to mess with that. But last week, they’d been working in their shared rental studio until late in the night, and he’d been too sleep-deprived and too overwhelmed by her beauty in the low, golden lighting of the music stand lamps and so he’d asked “You wanna get dinner this week?” without a thought because he is an actual disaster—

“Of course.”

Two greatest words spoken in the English language? Confirmed.

But the actual date is… weird. When he picks her up at her place and tells her that she looks really pretty, she immediately focuses on her feet and mumbles, “Oh, um, thanks.” And she then proceeds to act aggressively normal on their date, making the same jokes, the same banter, the same musical conversations. Which is exactly what he wants out of a relationship with her, but the vibe is off. He thought there would at least be some soft looks and sheepish smiles and discussion of feelings. But it feels the same as every single dinner they’ve ever had. In a last, desperate attempt to capture some date-like vibes, he leaves his left hand stretched toward the middle of the table the whole night, hoping she’ll take it eventually, but his hand remains empty. And when it comes time to pay the bill, they decide who pays the way they always do—rock paper scissors—even though he’s heard her say that she always splits the check on dates.

So he’s feeling entirely wrong-footed, especially when he pulls up in front of her place and turns off the car.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“… walking you to your door?”

She raises an eyebrow and lets out a bemused chuckle. “Okay?”

Fuck. Is this the worst date in the history of dates? She’s that desperate to just flee the car? But she doesn’t just tell him to stay, and she would have if she wanted him to, so it’s not a rejection exactly. Not a rejection of his presence, at least. Just of the concept of dating him.

He wants to drive back to his apartment immediately and sulk under a pile of sad blankets with some mopey Bob Dylan, but he’s already committed to walking her to her door. So he shoves his hands in his pockets and trails after her as she opens the gate of her building, the door almost slamming him in the face when he doesn’t get his hands out in time to catch it. She leads the way across the small courtyard to her apartment door and turns around, bemused expression still filling her face. “Ta-da?”

He chuckles nervously. “Okay, I get it. Don’t walk you to your door.”

She forces a smile. “Just seems a bit excessive.”

The same nervous chuckle slips out of his lips as he rubs the back of his head. She tracks the movement of his arm, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

“Uh, thanks for coming out tonight,” he says.

“Well, you paid. So thanks for that.”

“Thanks for being a really predictable rock paper scissors player.”

For the first time since he stopped the car, the confusion and awkward tension drops from her body and she shifts closer to him. “What?”

“You always do paper if your meal was the cheaper one, and scissors if your meal was more expensive. Like you’re trying to get more aggressive to make sure you pay the bill?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Her mouth falls slightly open as she looks off to the side, like she’s replaying every game of rock paper scissors she’s ever played. “I… huh.” She cuts her eyes to him, peering up at him partially through her eyelashes. “Are you saying the game’s been rigged this whole time?”

“Pretty much.” She narrows her eyes, so he bumps her elbow with his. “I keep it even. For now. You’re pulling bigger royalty checks than we are these days.”

She snorts. “Right, cause that’s where we make our money. Royalties.”

“Any day, you’re gonna be filling the Garden, and then I’m definitely letting you win every time.”

She swings in closer, peering up at him from a distance that’s… unfair to the continued function of his brain, honestly. “So my reward for getting rich and famous is that I get to buy you dinner?”

“Or you could get better at rock paper scissors, but that’s probably impossible.”

“And me getting famous isn’t?”

“Nah, that’s inevitable.”

She’s gazing up at him with this unbelievably fond, open expression, eyes resting on his face like he’s her own personal source of joy, and it finally feels like a date. A different kind of tension running between them that’s filled with anticipation and affection. And when her eyes flick to his mouth, he doesn’t let himself second-guess before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

The height difference, which he’s never thought of as substantial before, makes it awkward, and his lips land slightly off-center, but the bigger issue is that she leans back almost as soon as his lips find hers.

Fuck.

“What was that?” she exclaims.

He holds up his hands and skips back, giving her space. “I’m so sorry, I completely misread that.”

Her hand comes up to her lips, tracing the skin like she’s just woken up from a very immersive dream. Her eyes slowly drift to his. “Wait. Was this a date?”

What.

“Uhh, yeah. I asked you to dinner.”

“We have dinner basically every week.”

“But I never ask. It’s always, like, ‘you’re up for food, yeah?,’ not ‘do you wanna go to dinner?’”

Oh god, why is he so bad with his words when he’s not writing lyrics? How did he so totally screw up this amazing, precious, important thing they have?

But she bursts into giggles. “That’s not a clear enough distinction.”

“I thought it was pretty clear,” he mumbles.

She steps in closer, a bright smile sliding over her face, and hope slips into his chest as she tilts her chin up. “No. Here’s how you ask someone out: Luke Patterson, do you want to go out with me?”

Is it possible to overload his heart with happiness? He cups her face, grinning as he thumbs the soft skin of her cheek.

“Yeah. You free tonight?”

She pops up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against his: sweet, gentle, pure, and filled with a fondness than even his insecurities can’t deny. Before he can get lost in the kiss, she pulls back and rolls her eyes at him.

“Of course. All you had to do was ask.”

#jukebox #juke #palina #julie x luke #luke x julie #jatp #jatp fic #my fic #my fic link #pearlcaddy tumblr fic #prompt #pearlcaddy kiss prompt

[imagine-loki]

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships

TITLE: Of Numbers and Strange Friendships CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 49/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being friends with Peter Parker RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: None so far.  Also on AO3 here

Loki quickly found that he quite disliked summer vacation.  For one thing, it was summer and Midgard had much hotter summers than he’d anticipated.  So he spent most of his time hiding in the air conditioning in the tower.  Which didn’t put him in the best of moods.  

That spring, Stark had grudgingly allowed him a small plot in the grounds surrounding the tower to plant a little garden.  It reminded him of his mother’s garden on Asgard, and included quite a lot of flowers that were native to Asgard and didn’t grow on Midgard.  Though he and Peter had gone to a shop to find additional flowers to add.  Stark had tried to tease Loki for the garden, but the team had made him stop.  They were glad to see Loki having a hobby that involved growing things and creating instead of stabbing people. 

Except now, it was so hot outside that Loki couldn’t tend his flowers during the day and only got to see them in the early morning or late in the evening.  He was afraid that soon it would get too hot out for even that.  His cooling spells could only do so much and the heat drained him.  It was why he could never go to Muspelheim and had nearly died the one time Odin had forced him to go there with Thor.  He hadn’t known he was Jotun at the time, only that he was weak to the heat. 

The other problem Loki had with summer vacation was that he had much less time with Peter than what he was expecting.  He spent plenty of time with Wanda, teaching his adopted little sister as much magic as she could learn.  She ate it up and devoured the magic as if it were a natural part of her, not the work of Hydra to give it to her. 

Loki had thought Peter would be around more during the summer holiday.  He thought they would go on more patrols and he would be constantly in the tower.  He thought he was going to have a summer of fun with his friend.

Instead, Peter had gotten a real internship at Stark Industries.  So Peter spent all day at the company.  His patrols had gotten limited, and he barely saw anyone as he was learning so much with Stark.  

Loki abhorred it.  

He wanted his friend and brother back.  He was tired of being cooped up.  And he hated feeling alone.  

So Loki did what any sane, logical being would do.  

He went to Stark Industries to find his friend.  It wasn’t hard to find the building, nor was it particularly difficult for him to teleport there.  He wasn’t draining all of his magic to walk there, as the heat would drain his power trying to keep him cool.  It was much less power to teleport across town.

Getting IN to the building was slightly more challenging.  Loki wasn’t exactly on the invite list and there was security to deal with.  But a bit of magic convinced Happy and the lovely security people that he was completely authorized in the building and had full security clearance.  

The next problem was finding the spiderchild.  

Loki was getting bored by then and didn’t much fancy a hunt through the giant labyrinth of a building to track down the arachnid and wherever Stark stashed him away.  So he made his way to Stark’s office and sat behind his desk.  He would never dare sit behind Pepper’s desk.  She would kill him.  Stark would just be annoyed.

He propped his feet up on Stark’s desk and laced his fingers behind his head, lounging.  It was only a matter of time before Stark found him.

And find him he would.

It took awhile and quite a few more pranks throughout the building before he was found than Loki would have expected.  He wasn’t sure Stark would notice all the coffee in the building turning to decaf.  Though someone should have noticed when all the water turned to vodka.  They were probably just keeping it quiet so they could have more vodka.  Someone should have noticed when every inch of the building was decorated for Christmas though it was the middle of summer.  They just shrugged it off as typical office behavior.  Same with the donuts that appeared on every flat surface.  

So Loki had to step up his game.  He didn’t know what the final straw was, whether it was giving every single employee cat ears and tails, dressing everyone in the building in footie pajamas, enchanting the artwork to move, turning all of the screensavers and computer backgrounds to Cap wearing nothing but his shield held very strategically, and changing Jarvis’ voice to sound like Minnie Mouse.  

Finally, and predictably, Stark came storming into his office once he was personally the butt of the pranks. He stormed in dressed in nothing but a pink speedo with his hair magically dyed the same shade of hot pink.  He was trailed by Peter, who was trying to contain his laughter.  “What are you doing here? Put this back!” Stark demanded.

Loki burst into laughter, sitting up from where he was still lounged in Stark’s expensive office chair.  “About time you showed up, Stark,” he teased, but gestured and Stark was dressed again in his usual jeans and band t-shirt.  Only because Loki didn’t want to see Stark in a speedo. 

“I was in the middle of a very important business meeting,” Stark growled at Loki, who only laughed louder. 

“Elphaba, why are you here?” Peter asked, getting back to the point at hand.  

Loki gave him a warm smile.  “I wished to see your internship, Arachnid,” he said too innocently.  His tone clearly told his friend that he missed him. 

Peter caught it instantly. He beamed at Loki.  “C’mon, let me show you the project I’m working on!” He said brightly and grabbed Loki’s hand to drag him through the halls of the building to his lab so he could babble about his project and tell Loki all about it.  

They both ignored Stark yelling over his pink hair.  

“Two,” Loki informed Peter when they’d been in the lab for awhile, feeling much better with his blood-brother back.

Peter grinned.  “We’ll go patrol after I finish this up,” he promised, which made Loki’s day even better.

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #of numbers and strange friendships #chapter 49 #nekoamamori

[chemically-imbalanced-romance]

As Long As You’re Mine

Prompt/Synopsis: Candy shopping

Requested by: Day 9 of @sanderssidesspook

Trigger warnings: It gets a tiny bit sexual but not really, just kinda implied

Word count: 1146

A/N: Excessive making out

Also I couldn’t think of a title so just wtv they’re dressed as Wicked characters so there’s a song from Wicked wtv wtv wtv

Edit: I changed the title bc I realized I got it wrong the first time 10/10 wtv I was rushing

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“Roman, I swear to God-”

“I’m not doing anything!”

Patton and Logan had sent Roman and Virgil out to get more candy for the trick-or-treaters, and they went to an outdoor market nearby open only tonight. They could have just gotten a giant multi-bad from Walmart, but they were shopping more for themselves than the kids. The drive was only fifteen minutes, but Virgil still had to pull over half way there because Roman wouldn’t stop kissing him and he didn’t want to fucking die.

Now, walking under all the faerie lights with their fingers entwined, Roman wouldn’t stop kissing along Virgil’s fingers and nibbling on his knuckles.

“If we’re not back within an hour, Patton’s gonna be pissed,” he said flatly, trying to tug his hand away.

“So?” Roman grinned. “It’s like being threatened by a gummy bear. Besides, it’s not like we’ve completely run out.” Roman pushed him gently against a nearby tree, pinning his hands above him.

Virgil didn’t look amused. “Patton’s giving out candy by the handful. They probably ran out the moment we left.”

Roman kissed him the moment he finished speaking, letting go of Virgil’s hands to run his own up and down his sides. Virgil breathed out a cute little laugh, draping his arms over his shoulders and kissing him back.

“You’re a dork,” he mumbled.

“Mhm.”

Virgil chuckled. “I knew you liked musicals, but I didn’t realize you had a witch kink.”

“I have a Virgil kink.”

“I’m kink shaming you.”

“You in a dress?” Roman grabbed Virgil by the hips and gently pulled their hips together; Virgil let out a soft, surprised moan. “Needs to happen more often.”

Virgil grinned. “The green skin and all.”

“That’s not-”

Virgil slipped under his arm, dragging him by the hand down the path. “Come on. We need to get the candy.”

Roman smiled, lovestruck, as he let Virgil drag him around. His eyes landed on one of the stands, and he grinned, pulling Virgil over to it.

The wooden sign above the stand promised in swirly white letters Homemade Chocolate. There was a bunch of them laid out on plastic sheets, little balls wrapped in foil, made to be broken in half like Kit-Kats.

Roman fished out a quarter from his wallet and handed it to the girl behind the stand. He took one of the chocolates and broke it in half.

Virgil scowled. “No.”

Roman grinned. “Please?”

“... Fine.”

Roman stepped forward and rested his free hand on the back of Virgil’s head, feeding him the chocolate.

“You’re such a dork,” he groaned. “I’m not a baby!”

“It was supposed to be romantic!” Roman whined.

The girl behind the counter laughed. “Elphaba and Fiyero, right? In character, too!” She held up her phone. “Can I get a few pictures for my Instagram? I’m doing a series on queer couples costumes.”

Virgil blushed, but Roman was absolutely delighted. He waved her over and she ended up with two pictures:

In the first, Roman was bending down dramatically to kiss Virgil’s hand.

In the second, Roman was still kissing his hand, but now Virgil was flipping him off with his free hand.

“You two are so cute!” The girl squealed. “Do you want a bag of chocolates at a discount? As a thanks for the pictures.”

Virgil grinned, immediately going to fill one up. “Finally, dating you in paying off.”

“It’s only been a week!”

As they walked and ate out of the bag of chocolates, Roman noticed a sign sticking out of the ground pointing towards a fork in the trail, reading Trail of Faeries.

“What time is it?”

Virgil looked at his phone. “7:45.”

Roman paid admission and pulled them into the trail. It was completely dark, the sky blocked off with large tarp stands, lit only by blue and purple faerie lights, and plastic light up roses stuck in the dirt. The voices of a couple ahead of them drifted back, the noise from the market slowly disappearing, replaced with soft spooky music.

Roman waited a little bit for someone to come in behind them. He finally came to a stop, grinning and pulling Virgil against him, kissing his neck and mouth.

“Roman!” Virgil gasped, pushing him back slightly by his shoulders. “They’re gonna kill us!”

Roman pouted. “If it gets dire, Logan can run to his place and grab candy from there, you know he hoards it! He’s more responsible anyway. The only reason they sent us out instead of him is so they could make out instead.”

Virgil chuckled, allowing Roman to pull him back in. They only stopped when another group passed them, a boy in shades whistling. Virgil flipper him off while Roman blushed deep red.

They came out the other side of the trail, holding hands. Virgil grinned and pulled them to a stand selling homemade Halloween masks.

He pulled Roman against him and took a selfie- Virgil in a Jigsaw mask and Roman in a zombie one. They bought those, along with an anonymous mask for Logan and a plain mask that looks like a bloody smile had been carved into it for Patton.

Virgil looked down in surprise as someone tapped urgently at his thigh.

“I’m the wicked witch, too!” The little girl in a Wednesday Addams’ dress grinned up at him. She was missing two teeth, making her lisp.

Virgil crouched down. “East or West?”

“Uh… East!”

He held out his fist, and she clumsily bumped hers against it. “Sweet. We’re sisters. You like Wicked?”

“What’s that?”

Virgil smirked. “Read the book.”

“DO NOT-” Roman shrieked, grabbing Virgil by the arm and yanking her away from the innocence.

Virgil laughed as Roman dragged him towards the parking lot. On the way, they passed the girl who took their pictures; She was taking pictures of two queer couples now, or perhaps a poly couple. They looked happy.

Roman held his hand as they slowed to a walk and he was trying to kiss him again. Virgil was still giggling as he pulled Roman against him and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“Come on,” he mumbled. “We need to get that candy for Pat.”

They drove to Walmart and grabbed that big multibag of candy, and at the car, Virgil folded himself into Roman’s arms. They stayed like that for a while, gently rocking, Roman’s face buried in his hair.

Virgil sighed, bone relaxed. For first time, he really felt like the love he had to give was reciprocated. He really felt important, and happy.

They drove home, holding hands, and Virgil starts to apologize as soon as they get back into the house, stopping short in the doorway to the living room.

Patton’s face was bright red as he sat in Logan’s lap, who’s face was equally as red, their lips pink and puffy. “Oh!” He giggled nervously. “Back already?”

#virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #sanders sides spooky month #sanders spooks #virgil writes

[stusbunker]

Questions: What If?

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Setting: Season 10

Entry: Erica’s 30th Fluffy Birthday Challenge

Prompt: #16. If Tomorrow Never Comes- Garth Brooks

Chapter 4 of my Questions Series

A/N: Happy Birthday Erica @ericaprice2008! Thanks for letting a new SPN blog in on the fun. This developed into a series because there isn't enough fluff in the Winchesters' lives and I am now a sap. I think it is readable as a stand alone fic if you don’t want to read it all. This segment includes regular show violence, swearing, and monsters. Lyrics in italics. xoxo Stu

The case had taken its toll on her and Dean, leaving Sam to drive the Impala back to the Bunker. The passing headlights grew fewer as the late night hours bled into the early morning mists. Something had broken open inside him when Y/N was taunting the witch, the way she refused to back down. Her words ran through his mind like a bad radio jingle.

“I’ve no one left to lose, Elphaba. Give me your best shot!”

She couldn’t have meant it? After everything they had endured together, breaking free of Gadreel, losing Dean to the demon inside him and getting him cured and home. Hadn’t that made her one of them? Weren’t they hers to lose? Wasn’t she his? No, thought Sam. She wasn’t and he’d been a fool to pretend she felt more than friendship towards him. If her words meant anything, it was that he was, somehow, still naive.

He tucked the keys in his jeans pocket and bent over to open the passenger side door. The very few times Dean let him drive; she sat shotgun. Her face scrunching in the dim lights of the garage.

“Hmmm, don’t wanna move,” she whined, Sam couldn’t help but smile at her childlike pout.

“Come on Sleepy, your bed’s waiting,” Sam draped her arm around his shoulders, scooping her up at the knees.

“Yessss, score,” Y/N murmured into his neck without even opening an eye. He knew he was only carrying her for selfish reasons, but if both parties benefited it couldn’t be a total loss, right? She smelled of incense and her body lotion, the smoke lingering on her hair. He breathed her in before setting her casually on to her unmade bed.

“Thanks, Samwise,” she whispered before wrestling out of her jacket.

“‘Night, doll,” he replied too low for her to hear. Switching off her light as he gently closed the bedroom door.

*

The next day Sam found Y/N dancing around the kitchen, doing something that appeared to be cooking but bordered on chaos. She was blaring an old country song and two stepping as she fried potatoes. He waited against the door frame, not wanting to break her revelry. His stomach growled with the cooking oil in the air, his chest tightening with each easy sway of her head as she hollered along to the music.

“Oh, I’ve got friends- in looooooooow, places!” She finished, spinning to dump the first batch on some paper towels.

Sam tried to bite back his laughter, giving her a snarky slow clap as she realized he was there.

“Har-har, Winchester. Don’t act like it’s not true.” She stuck her tongue out at him and plopped the plate of potatoes on to the table. There was something baking in the oven and just as the second set of potatoes hit the fryer, she started to slice up a cantaloupe.

“Do I smell breakfast?!” Dean sauntered in, running his hand over his bed head. “Y/N? No, wait, scratch that, I’m not even going to ask.” Dean downplayed his surprise and grabbed his designated coffee mug.

The hunters quickly settled in for a shared meal, not eating over their laptops with research, not grabbing whatever fast food they could find. It was easy domesticity and Sam couldn’t help but savor it. Dean killed the mood when he began teasing Y/N on her pick of radio station, but she held her ground arguing that in the kitchen, “Chef picks the music and the rest should be chewing with their mouths closed.”

The day went on like any other, taking turns scrolling for cases, squabbling over the general chores that kept the bunker livable and occasional bantering. It was a rare good day. Y/N called it an early night, claiming she had a show she wanted to catch up on.

Dean gave her a salute-like wave as she slinked back down the hall in her pajama pants and slippers. Sam had mumbled a good night, trying to keep his eyes from following every move she made.

“Dude, what is with you?!” Dean tossed a bottle cap across the table at his painfully obvious brother.

“Nothing,” Sam stared back at the screen with his brow pinched.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up, he shook his head and went back to reading. He drained his beer and turned in for the night. Leaving Sam to stew over his longing ache in solitude.

*

Two days later

Y/N loaded their bags into the trunk as Dean checked the oil. Sam was the last one out of the Bunker, hands full of coffees for the road. They had a half day’s drive ahead and were working out their strategy for interviews.

“Why don’t we take the parents while Dean goes and talks to the coroner?” Y/N asked leaning over the back seat to see Sam’s phone and the map of the town.

“Uh, why don’t I go to the coroner? Dean could probably sucker a pastry out of the vic’s mother.”

Dean looked over at Sam confused, yet impressed. “Look at you having my back.”

Sam shrugged, “Just don’t want to deal with hangry Dean later if this takes awhile.”

She shifted back into her seat, missing Dean’s gaze in the rear view mirror. He did not need this, whatever this was that was going on between Sammy and her. He held his tongue, worked the case and got some cheesecake. All in all not a bad day on the road. He didn’t like being the levelheaded one, but Sam was leaving him no option.

*

She swung at the shifter with Sam’s face. Her shorter arms forced her closer to the monster than she would have liked. Its eyes danced as it easily dodged her blade. Its lips curled viciously as it saw her tire, “running out of adrenaline there little huntress?”

“Why? Need a break?” She huffed and flipped the knife between her fingers.

“Sam’s going to be so devastated when he sees what I do to you,” the creature taunted.

“Yeah, well, if I were you; I would be worrying more about what I am going to do to you,” she wasn’t taking the bate.

The face she knew like the back of her hand made a look of mock revelation, “Oh, you don’t know do you?” It kept her circling in the condemned house, the furniture littering their paths as they each tried to get the upper hand.

“Yeah, Sam is fairly private, isn’t he?” The shifter tossed over a desk, forcing her to lose her balance. She hopped out of the way only to topple over the dingy sofa. It sprang above her, pinning her against the faded cushions.

“He thinks about you, like this, squirming underneath him, out of breath and eyes burst open with want.” She recoiled as the beast trailed Sam’s perfect nose up her jaw.

“Shut up, mutant!” She spat into its face, giving her the opening she needed, she rolled hard against the shifter, freeing her knife hand and slashing at its cheek. It growled in pain and outrage. She tried to scramble away as voices called from the back of the house.

“Sam!” She cried, the shifter stood, pulling her to its chest, holding her head at a neck snapping angle between Sam’s strong arms.

“Sam!” It mocked back. “Save me! Oh, princess, this is going to be a gruesome ending to your little ‘will they, won’t they’ saga.”

“Let her go, Sparky!” Dean’s icy voice barked as he aimed his gun at his brother’s face.

Sam’s face pinched as he saw her being held in such a way by his hands. “It’s going to be alright, Y/N.”

“Sam, I’m scared,” she played it up, giving the monster the dramatics it obviously craved.

“I know you are, I’m right here.”

“Seriously? One minute you’re threatening me and then lover boy shows up and you turn in to a sniveling mess! Woman up!” The shifter complained. “And you, Dean, mister tough guy, if you were going to shoot me you--” The shot rang out across the room. One silver bullet to the head from Sam’s gun.

“I hate when they bestow their judgement upon us, fucking monologues,” Y/N stretched her neck and stepped away from the corpse.

“Alright?” Dean asked, checking that the monster stayed down with an extra stab of his knife to its heart.

“Yeah, took you long enough.”

Sam approached her nervously, not sure how much she would want to be near him after someone with his face had just man-handled her. “Sorry, got a little tied up,” he held up his wrists to show her the chaffing from his bindings.

“Always knew you were a kinky bastard,” Dean muttered. “Let’s torch the imposter before we have to explain another one of your dead bodies.”

Dean dragged the body by the feet as Y/N and Sam cleared a path through the creaking house. “Are you hurt?” Sam’s voice dropped as she rubbed her lower back.

“Nothing a hot bath won’t fix.” she shrugged. “Also, you suck.”

Sam laughed, thinking she was referring to shifter-him. When her face remained serious, panic crept up his back. “What did he say?”

“I’m pretty sure it was a ‘she’, but anyway let’s just say I don’t like being lied to Winchester.” Her face was a stone mask, her eyes burning into him as the sourness of guilt flooded his stomach.

“Guys! Let’s go!” Dean called from the back lot. The moment was broken, she looked away and Sam swallowed all explanation.

*

The ride home was one of utter silence, broken only by the radio or Dean complaining about the lack of stations. Sam stared out into the night and Y/N curled up with her earbuds and her latest podcast. Dean was going to have to say something, but he was not in the mood tonight. He’d let Baby bring them home in one piece first, give everyone some space.

The next day

When she wasn’t hiding in her room with the door locked, Y/N had been short with each of them all day. Dean coaxed her out with coffee and a grocery run, letting the fresh air ease the mood before poking the bear.

“That shifter got under you skin, huh? It’s always tough when they look like somebody you care about.” Dean asked as he pulled into the parking space. She looked at him like he had something on his face, amused yet trying to politely listen.

“What?”

“Are you trying to have a heart-to-heart with me?” she sighed, rolling her eyes as Dean huffed.

“Whatever,” he slammed the driver door and let her push the cart. She kept him in check in the bakery, only letting him buy two pies for the week. They picked over the produce, knowing Sam would bitch if they got the wrong stuff. They approached the check out line joking with each other, the old cashier beaming at them.

“Aren’t you two sweet?” The lady’s tag read Francine.

“Thanks, Franny, but she’s my sister.” Dean continued to flirt with the clerk as Y/N got the bags back into the cart.

“You two drive safe!” The smitten lady waved, Dean having made her day.

“Sister, huh?” Y/N bumped Dean with her shoulder as they fitted the bags carefully on the floor of the backseat, not wanting to pop the trunk in a busy parking lot.

“Yeah, I mean, would you prefer sister-in-law?” Dean gave her a look.

“Don’t, Dean. Just, not right now,” her voice fell and he knew he had hit a nerve.

“That’s what this is about? What the hell did that shifter say?!” Dean refused to start the car until she gave the unsavory details, his knuckles white against the wheel at times. She couldn’t look him in the eye, but her voice gave her away.

“So you’re pissed because Sam hasn’t told you how he feels?” Dean guessed, half certain he was keeping up.

“Is that how he feels?” Y/N challenged, watching Dean’s face as he realized he had walked right into that.

“You’re going to have to ask him that.” Dean exhaled as she accepted his complete bullshit response. “But, and this is a big but, would it be a bad thing if he did?”

Y/N mulled over that question, just giving Dean a tortured look as he finally pulled back into traffic.

*

She helped Dean sort the groceries, before snagging a bag of Krunchers and disappearing back into her room for the night. Dean approached Sam with a beer and a stern look.

“You have got to talk to her, man. Whatever is going on between you two? I’m done. I had my Dr. Phil moment and now it’s on you.” Dean raised his bottle in a toasting motion and slumped into his usual spot at the library table.

“What’d she say?” Sam asked, lips tightening and leaning forward.

“Nuh-uh, man,” Dean gave his brother an incredulous look. “I like my parts where they are thank you very much.”

After a few minutes of heavy silence, Dean broke, “Come on! You don’t pansy out like this, go tell her.” Dean scrolled on his computer, trying to move past the awkwardness.

“Tell her what?” Sam asked, tisking, failing horribly at hiding his emotions.

Dean cleared his throat and looked Sam straight in the eye. “You’ve been trying to lie to me since you were four, Sam. You’re still terrible at it. Especially when it comes to this crap.”

Dean wasn’t having it, not anymore. Sam’s mouth curled down with his embarrassment, he scratched the back of his head in chagrin.

“I don’t know, man. I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Look, I’m not Mister-Happy-Endings-- But if I’ve learned ANYTHING is that you take the good things as they come. Guys like us, it doesn’t happen too often.” Dean’s hand was palm up like it was an offer, eyes wide, hoping that Sam would stop overthinking for once.

Sam’s lips were tight, listening to Dean as if in conflict. He should have made an argument, but wanted Dean to be right. Sam needed her in his life, for however long she would stay. Could he risk losing her by admitting how he felt?

An hour later

Sam lingered outside of her bedroom door, his chest rising with calming breaths that weren’t helping. She was blasting her music again, but something like a sob resonated below the melody. Sam’s worry overtook his fear and he knocked.

“Go away!” she snapped.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Sam’s voice was rougher than he meant it, but he had to nearly scream to make it over the song.

“Just leave me alone,” she growled back.

“Not gonna happen.” Sam tucked his hair behind his ears and pressed his head to the door.

“Stubborn sonofabitch,” he heard her say, soon the door swung open, causing him to catch himself on the door jam. “What?!” Her eyes were red and her hair was matted, and Sam couldn’t stop staring at her.

And the thought crosses my mind If I never wake up in the morning Would she ever doubt the way I feel About her in my heart

If tomorrow never comes-

She just glared at him, shaking the door with the hand she didn’t have balled on her hip. “I love you.”

“What?!” She shouted, his voice lost in the old Garth Brooks’ song. She spun to turn the dial to a conversational level. Sam scrunched his nose and cleared his throat as she turned back around, the loose sides of her robe swaying with the motion. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Her features had turned curious, her arms crossed over her chest. He ducked his head down and stepped closer to her. “I love you.”

“What?” She asked again, eyes glistening as her head tilted to see him better.

He chuckled, “Third times a charm, huh? I love you, Y/N. I just thought you should know. I don’t know what that shifter said was running through my head, but I shouldn’t have hid this from you, for so long.”

Sam smiled shyly down at her now. His eyes hooded in anticipation and an inkling of hope. She reached up and brushed his hair back, a soft smile curling her luscious lips. He closed his eyes at the softness of her palm, relishing in the closeness. “I love you, too, Sam.” Her voice cracked, but the richness returned as she finished, “but you still suck.”

He outright laughed now, a deep chortle, as his hands snaked around her waist. “May I?” he asked as he angled his face just above hers. She answered by diving in, taking his waiting lips in a hungry kiss. He melted against her and forgot everything that had been keeping him from this bliss.

Next Chapter: Where?

@dontshootmespence @madlu45 @because-imma-lady-assface

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[meangirlsx]

Ship for @theatricalwriter 

Request: Can I get a for Mean Girls and DEH ship? I'm bi- I don't necessarily have much of a preference- and I'm a Ravenclaw. I'm an avid reader, so much to the point where I buy more books than I'm able to read. I'm also a big writer and I'm hoping to go into a career of musical theatre after college. (I also do a lot of performing in and out of school) I'm always watching something on Netflix like a CW show or Criminal Minds. I dislike divas in the theatre department and math, I really hate math. I also don't like ignorant people?? Or those who just refuse to hear what's true and ignore it. That's a huge no for me. But when I look for a partner, I look for someone who's willing to listen to all of my stupid rants and sit down and watch a movie with me. I want someone who looks past my physical flaws and let's me be me in all my Broadway-loving glory. Also someone who supports me in what I love doing- writing, singing, etc. In a crush, it's pretty much the same thing but I guess someone who I see good in and gives off a good vibe. My mom and my closest friends- also in the drama department- are incredibly important to me so they'd have to at least attempt to get along, if that makes sense. I really relate to Jo March from Little Women, Leah Burke from the Simon series- the bi and plus size queen- and Elphaba from Wicked with a bit of April O'Neil from TMNT. Also, didn't mention this, but I love it when people give me nicknames and I love cats. Thank you sm, ily 💖

(This is longer than I intended it to be oops. I kind of stalked your blog a bit to help with some thoughts because I love you and I wanted it to be really good and a lot of thoughts came)

Mean Girls

I ship you with Gretchen Wieners!

How you met:

You always knew who Gretchen was

It would be hard not to

You didn’t know it, but she always knew who you were, too

She thought you were cute but never knew how to strike up a conversation with you without making a fool of herself

You had just gotten out of rehearsal where one of your fellow cast members had been a diva and you were frustrated

You headed to your favorite bookstore to help you calm down

You were very surprised to find Gretchen in your go-to section

She smiled immediately when she saw you

Her smile faded when she saw that you looked distraught

All her anxiety about talking to you went out the window, because now she was worried about you and that took precedence

“Erin, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You explained that you were dealing with a drama queen, but you brushed it off, saying you were fine

"I have a decent amount of experience with that. Do you want to go get coffee or something? Maybe I can help.”

So you went down the street to a coffee shop with her

You explained everything to her, and she listened patiently and attentively

When you were done, she gave you support and good advice

You could tell dealing with Regina had taught Gretchen a lot about dealing with people with compassion and empathy but also with strength

You admitted that you didn’t peg her for being into books

She explained that Regina had never wanted her to be known as a bookworm, but now that her reign was over, Gretchen was free to love books to her heart’s content

You learned that you had the same favorite types of books, so you ended up spending time at the bookstore together pretty regularly

This also came to include shopping trips

How you got together:

After a few weeks of spending more and more time together, Gretchen found herself liking you more than she thought could be possible in a short amount of time

Every time you talked, she was surprised by how similar you were and how much you could understand each other on a level most people didn’t seem to

So one day she decided to express that to you

She didn’t plan to ask you out

She was too afraid that you would say no

But she wanted you to know how much she appreciated you and how deep of a connection she felt to you

It turned into babbling and before she could stop herself, the words “and I just really like you” had fallen from her mouth

She looked embarrassed and terrified

You gave her a smile instantly to calm her nerves and told her you felt the same

That launched her into another mini tangent about how much she liked you now that she felt open to tell you

Headcanons:

You and Gretchen are always patient and understanding with each other

You get where each other are coming from, you can understand each other’s anxiety and insecurity, and you know you always have good intentions

Your relationship is healing and very healthy

You know just what to say and do to make each other feel better and loved and appreciated and validated

You can rant to each other about anything and know that the other is genuinely listening and caring without any judgement whatsoever

Your relationship has no judgement at all

One of her favorite things about you is your collection of books that’s more than anyone can read, because she has the exact same kind of collection

She loves to go book shopping and clothes shopping with you

You love watching TV shows and movies together but you also love just reading together

She loves to be involved in anything you do, theatre, writing, singing, anything

She loves to come to your shows and cheer loudly, or praise your writing skills, or fawn over your voice

And she loves that joining you in your activities introduces her to your family and friends

She absolutely adores your mom

And she feels like your group of friends was the friend group she was destined to be a part of

She doesn’t have everything in common with them, but that doesn’t take away from the friendship at all

She thinks the most amazing thing is when your passion shows in your eyes and she feels so lucky to be able to witness it and be someone you’re passionate about

DEH

I ship you with Alana Beck!

How you met:

She overheard you in the hallway talking to a friend about an issue you were passionate about

She didn’t want to be rude or intrusive, but she felt passionate about the issue, too, and was excited at the thought of having a discussion with you about it

So she came over and introduced herself, then explained her agreement

The bell to head to class cut you off pretty early, but neither of you wanted to stop talking, so you agreed to meet up again at lunch

At lunch, you learned that you shared the same opinions on a lot of things

You also shared a lot of likes

You even had the same favorite TV shows

You started hanging out to do homework together, watch TV, and sometimes discuss issues in the world that upset you

When you revealed your Broadway nerd side to her, she came to the conclusion that she was doomed

She found it absolutely adorable and also amazing how much you knew about different Broadway-related things and how much you loved it all

How you got together:

During a Friday night CW and Criminal Minds marathon, you glanced over at her and noticed that she seemed nervous and like she wasn’t quite paying attention to the episode

So you paused it to ask her if something was bothering her

She insisted that she was fine

You assured her that you wanted to help if something was going on, but you wouldn’t push if she didn’t want to talk about it

She took a deep breath

“It’s just that we’ve always been really honest and ourselves with each other. And I love that. But I haven’t been completely honest with you and I told myself I would be totally honest with you today and...”

She trailed off, so you took the opportunity to tell her that she didn’t need to tell you everything if she didn’t want to, but you would be there for her no matter what it was

“Well, if that changes after I say this, I’ll completely understand. You don’t have to stay friends with me if it makes you uncomfortable.” She paused for another moment before saying “I’ve had a crush on you since we met.”

You felt relief wash over you knowing that it wasn’t actually anything to be worried about

You told her you did, too

After asking each other a few questions to curb your curiosity about liking each other and not realizing it, you returned to your marathon, sitting much closer than you were before

Headcanons:

She loves coming up with nicknames for you, and you do the same for her

She loves talking about the future with you

She loves hearing how excited you are about your plan and dreams

She likes to imagine your future together

The conversations of your potential future together always involve at least one cat

She is 3000% convinced that you will achieve your dream and become an absolutely spectacular actress and writer

She insists you’re already there and just don’t have the fanbase or professional credits to confirm it

But she’s more than happy to be your biggest fan and support you alongside your friends and family

She bonded with your friends simply over their shared love of you, but they quickly learned that they had a lot in common and now get along as if they’ve been best friends forever

She thinks it’s fantastic that you’re so close to your mom and always does what she can to impress her while still being herself and trying not to go overboard

But she doesn't really need to try

She’s a parent’s dream significant other for their child

Kind, caring, bright, driven, generous, friendly, empathetic, considerate

And she loves you

More than anything

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[eowynfauchelevent]

Not According to Plan

Chapter 1

Cosette smiled as she finished hanging the last poster on the wall of her side of the dorm room. Everything was perfect. Her favourite stuffed animals were arranged neatly on her bed, which was made absolutely perfectly, her clothes were neatly folded in her dresser, and her supplies for class were all ready to go, three days early. It was Sunday, move in day, and classes wouldn't begin until Wednesday, so she was ahead of schedule on that, just the way she liked to be. Feeling a sudden twinge of nervousness, she glanced at the door again, wondering when her roommate would arrive.

She had been too anxious to go to her school's Facebook group for their year and try to find her roommate, so she had no idea who the girl would be. She hoped it would be someone nice and that they would get along. Just relax, Cosette, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Even if you don't get along, you just have to make it to the end of exams in April and then never speak to her again. Just September to April... Only 8 months. And you're getting ahead of yourself, maybe you will get along and will end up being the best of friends, like Elphaba and Glinda in Wicked! She hoped that would be the case, only without the arguing at the beginning. She hated conflict.

Feeling a bit anxious again, she sat on her bed, playing with her chestnut hair, almost wishing that she hadn't decided to go to university in the first place, and wondering why she had insisted to her papa that she was fine and he could leave. Just try to relax, take deep breaths and think happy thoughts. You made it here. You worked hard. You deserve this and you can succeed, you've got the right support system- The sound of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts, and she quickly jumped off the bed and quit playing with her hair, eager to make a good impression on her new roommate.

A thin yet muscular young woman with dark brown hair and dark eyes walked in, pulling a suitcase with her, and Cosette could see a few boxes in the hall behind her, presumably also belonging her.

"You must be my roommate," the woman commented, giving Cosette no more than a single, momentary glance.

Cosette nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you!" she said cheerfully. Her roommate nodded in response, walking over to the other side of the room and leaving her suitcase by the bed before returning to the hallway to get her boxes. Cosette hoped that she wasn't being too awkward. "Would you like some help bringing your things in?"

"No, I've got it. Thanks though," the woman replied without even bothering to look. Cosette felt her heart sink slightly, but reminded herself that this didn't mean she didn't like her. It was move in day, her roommate was probably feeling as anxious as she was, especially since her family was nowhere to be seen.

She nodded, and turned her attention back to her own things. Was there anything she had missed? Something she could do to at least appear a bit occupied rather than awkwardly watch her roommate unpack? She soon found herself rearranging her pillows and stuffed animals for the third time, absentmindedly chewing on the left corner of her bottom lip as she did so. Should she introduce herself now or later? What would be more awkward? Did her roommate even want to know her? Swallowing the lump in her throat, she finished rearranging her bed, deciding to rip the band-aid off and introduce herself.

She took another breath and walked over to the other young woman, who had finished bringing her things in and was beginning to unpack. "We should probably get to know each other," she said shyly. The dark haired young woman looked up at her.

"Yeah, I guess we should," she replied after a moment.

"So, I'm Cosette," she said, smiling a bit. Her roommate froze, staring at her as if she had just grown a second head.

"What?"

"Uh, Cosette... That's my name. Cosette Fauchelevent." She bit her lip, the anxiety threatening overtake her again. Had she done something wrong by introducing herself? Why did her new roommate look ready to explode? "It's just a silly nickname though, my real name is Euphrasie... But no one ever calls me that..."

Her roommate's dark eyes were icy, and she seemed to be trembling. Cosette felt her stomach twist and flip, and she began to wonder if she should just walk away. Something about the icy stare felt uncomfortably familiar though, as if she had experienced it before.

"This cannot be happening," she heard her roommate mutter.

"I- is something wrong?" she asked nervously, resisting the urge to play with her hair again.

Her roommate stood up, crossing her arms, continuing to fix her with the same, icy stare. "You're seriously going to just stand there and act like you don't remember me?"

Cosette blinked, confused. "Remember you? Why would I-" she frowned, trying to think of how she could possibly know the young woman she was going to be sharing a room with. Is she mistaking me for someone else? I've never met her in my life, unless... She looked again, studying the other woman's dark hair, eyes, and freckled face, trying to place her. There was something a bit familiar, she had to admit, but it couldn't possibly be, could it?

Her roommate scoffed. "You always were dim. I can't believe this."

Cosette felt her heart sink. It was. "Éponine...?"

"Oh, so you do remember. Great."

Cosette took a small step back. How could this be possible? It had been over ten years since she had last seen Éponine, and she'd spent all of that time trying to get a new life since then. How could she be stuck sharing a room at university with her?

"Well, it looks like we're stuck together again," Éponine said dryly after a few moments. "Great..." Cosette wondered if she should be happy or disappointed that Éponine appeared to be as frustrated with the situation as she was.

"I- what a coincidence?" she stammered, her voice shooting up an octave. Her brain chose that moment to remind her that it was only Sunday afternoon and that classes didn't start until Wednesday, and Éponine was the only person at the entire university she had met so far. Her heart pounded in her chest so loudly she was certain that Éponine could hear it as well. She wished that she could drop dead.

"Yeah. Just lovely..."

"I- I'll just let you finish unpacking..." Cosette managed to squeak out before backing away, returning to her side of the room. It was an absolute nightmare. How is this even possible? This isn't even the same province we were in back then! She sighed, and tried to ignore the sound of her roommate's grumbling as the other woman finished unpacking. First year was clearly not going to go the way she'd planned and hoped.

"Will you stop pacing? You're giving me a headache! God, you're even more annoying now than you were when we were kids." Cosette cringed at Éponine's comment.

"I can't help it, it's just something I do when I'm nervous."

"Well do something else instead of being a pest."

Cosette bit her lip again, her teeth settling into the same spot in the bottom left corner of her lip that they always did, ignoring the feeling of guilt that came with the realization that it had become such a habit in favour of the slight comfort it provided. Taking a deep breath, she quit the pacing, slumping onto her bed and hugging her pillow, carelessly sending a few of her neatly arranged stuffed animals onto the floor of the dorm room. Beady, empty black eyes stared up at her from the floor. Adjusting slightly, she covered her face with the pillow. This is officially the worst day ever.

"Oh, hi Marius!" Éponine's voice sounded cheerier than Cosette had thought possible. "You're all moved in? That's great! Want to meet up? No, I'm not busy at all, just hanging alone in my room. Yeah, I've met my roommate." Éponine moved past Cosette's side of the room towards the door. Cosette pulled the pillow closer to her face. "She's the worst so far, I doubt you'd like her..." Éponine's voice trailed off as she closed the door behind her.

So, Éponine had at least one friend at the school already. Cosette contemplated getting up and following her to investigate, curious about who could be friends with someone like Éponine, but decided against it. Whatever had made Éponine hate her when they had been children clearly hadn't gone away. The hatred appeared to be as strong as ever.

Sighing, she pulled the pillow away from her face. Maybe I should just go out to the common area and try to meet people, she wondered as she got up, picking the stuffed animals off the floor and fixing her bed. It's at least worth a try. A knot twisted in her stomach at the thought though, and she sat back on her bed, pulling her phone out. She had a text from her papa, asking if she was alright and if her roommate had arrived yet. For the second time in fifteen minutes her teeth found that familiar spot in the bottom left corner of her lip, and she considered lying.

How could she tell her papa that Éponine was her roommate? Her time with Éponine's family had been awful, and her papa had done everything he could to keep her far away from them once he had adopted her. She was certain he would be horrified to learn that their paths had cross again.

On the other hand, lying would be horrible. She had never lied to him before, and the thought of doing so made her skin crawl. Besides, how could she even lie about her roommate? He was bound to find out at some point, it would be impossible to keep it a secret forever. She chewed on her lip for a few moments before firing back a response, saying that she was fine and her roommate hadn't shown up yet. I don't have to lie about who she is, but he doesn't need to know just yet. She still felt uncomfortable about the lie, but the thought of having to explain the situation to her papa then and there was just unbearable.

Setting the phone aside, she lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She wondered who Marius was, and how Éponine had met him and become friends. She was always so horrid as a child, why would anyone be friends with her? Did she change? No, she seems the same now as she was back then. Marius must be a jerk too. She sighed and sat up again. Lying there moping wasn't going to fix anything.

She got up and looked in the mirror, fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes before grabbing her keys and chucking her phone into her bag and leaving, locking the door behind her. By the end of the day, she would have a new friend, no matter what.

Read the rest on fanfiction.net or AO3! Chapter 10 was just added a couple days ago!

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[a-second-hand-sorrow]

No One Mourns The Wicked Part 1 (Bill Denbrough X Reader)

WC: 1515

Warnings: Kinda sad, pining, modern AU, some cursing

Summary: Y/N and Bill get cast in their school, but Y/N’s Glinda is not the one for Bill’s Fiyero

A/N: I know this fic took a little longer than usual, but I’m very proud of it.

"H-have you seen the cast list yet?” Bill said, walking next to me along the bustling corridor.

“Not yet, but I’m kinda nervous to see it.” I admitted, wringing my hands together.

Bill smiled softly at me, going to say something. However he cut himself off, his eyes trailing away from me.

“Bill? What is it?” I said, cocking my head in confusion at his sudden silence.

“The c-cast list.” Bill said, pointing to a cork board that hung behind me on the dull white wall.

I took in a deep breath and grabbed Bill’s hand subconsciously, not catching the bright red flush on his cheeks as we moved towards the list.

“Fingers crossed.” I muttered under my breath, taking in a deep breath before turning my gaze to the sheet of paper.

Right next to the print that read ‘Glinda Upland’ was my name, in bold black ink. My eyes scanned the sheet further and saw Bill’s name next to Fiyero, and I felt my heart soar.

“We did it, Billy! We’re the leads!” I said, throwing my arms around Bill’s neck. The adrenaline coursing through my body and the close proximity to Bill caused my cheeks to darken, and I buried my head in the crook of Bill’s neck.

“Y-yeah.” Bill whispered, his arms tentatively resting on my waist.

“Looks like we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other, Y/N.” A familiar voice said, and I pulled away from Bill to see Beverly standing there, a half smile on her face.

“I just saw the cast list, and although I’m not so excited about the whole green thing.” Anything Beverly said after this was white noise to me, because my heart sank.

Beverly was Elphaba. Of course. That meant that, ultimately, she got the guy. The guy played by the boy I’d been crushing on since middle school.

“Y/N?” Beverly said, and I snapped out of my stupor.

“Sorry Bev. I spaced out for a second.” I said, and Beverly laughed, a half smile on her face.

“It’s all good, Y/N. I’ll see the two of you in rehearsals on Monday!” She said, smiling widely at both of us before walking away, humming under her breath.

“This is the third grade play all over again.” I muttered under my breath, praying Bill didn’t hear me.

“What?” He said, looking at me with confusion on his face.

I smiled at him gently, suddenly feeling all the worry and stress leave me. “It’s nothing.”

“Ok, now, let’s read from Glinda’s entrance in Act 2. Y/N, take it away.” I stood up, wiping my hands on my jeans before picking up the script.

“Fellow Ozians. As terrifying as terror is, let us put aside our panic for this one day, and celebrate!” I said cheerily, easily slipping into character.

We quickly went through the singing, and soon it came to the dialogue in between.

“Captain, how does it feel?” Greta asked, very much in character as Morrible.

“F-frustrating… but I b-became captain of the guard t-to find her, and I will keep s-searching!” Bill said, a triumphant expression on his face, despite his stuttered words.

“No, being engaged!” Greta said, a sly smile on her face.

“Congratulations!” The rest of the cast chimed, and Bill turned to me, a confused expression.

“This is an engagement party?” Bill said to me, and I giggled, placing an arm on his shoulder.

Bill’s breath hitched, his eyes flitting to my hand for a split second. “Surprised?” I said, my voice a higher pitch than usual.

“Yes.” Bill said, and I went to read my next line, but the director cut us off.

“That was wonderful, but Bill, could we maybe be a tad louder next time? Fiyero isn’t a shy character, and the stage isn’t set up very well, so you’ll have to project.” Bill nodded, his cheeks starting to turn pink.

“S-sorry.” Bill muttered, and I sighed, feeling sorry for him.

“It’s ok, Bill. It’s still early on, so you’ve got time to grow as an actor.” I said, smiling at him gently.

He returned the smile, his eyes shining brightly. “Ok, let’s try from ‘You can’t leave.’ So Bill, that’s your line.” The director said, and Bill nodded, picking up his script.

“You can’t l-leave, because you can’t resist this, a-and that’s the truth.” Bill said, and I felt proud that his stutter was less present.

“Maybe I can’t. Is that so wrong? Who could?” I said, and Bill frowned, a longing look on his face. He was very good at this.

“Y-You know who could. Who has.” He said, and my eyes briefly flickered to Beverly, who sat in the corner flicking through her script. My heart sunk a little.

“Fiyero, I miss her too, but we can’t just stop living. No one has searched harder for her than you. But don’t you see? She doesn’t want to be found. We have to face it.” I said gently, placing my hands on Bill’s chest.

Being in character seemed to give me more confidence, but that didn’t stop the pink blush from coating my cheeks at the close proximity.

“You’re right. I’m s-sorry, you’re right. And if it’s going to m-make you happy, of course I’ll m-marry you.” Bill said, wrapping his hands around mine, holding them tightly.

“But it’ll make you happy too, right?” I said hopefully, looking up at Bill. He dropped my hands and took in a deep breath, a shaky smile on his face.

“You know me… always h-happy.” The director’s loud clap made me jump, and the both of us turned our heads towards him.

“That was incredible! Now, Beverly, Bill, do you wanna run through As Long As You’re Mine? Because Stan isn’t here so we can’t do Wonderful, so that’s the next song in the lineup.”

Beverly’s head whipped up from her script, and nodded, walking up to the front of the stage.

Bill gave me a half smile before walking over next to Beverly, waving at her halfheartedly. I let out a sigh, taking a seat next to Mike.

“Sorry Y/N. I brought a book if you wanna distract yourself from that.” Mike said, gesturing to Bev and Bill onstage.

“That’d be wonderful, Mike. Thank you.” I said, graciously accepting his battered copy of the Philosopher’s Stone.

“I know how much you like him.” Mike said, and I let out a soft sigh.

Suddenly music filled the theatre, and I couldn’t help but turn my head towards the two of them.

“Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight. I need help believing you’re with me tonight. My wildest dreams could not foresee lying beside you, with you wanting me.”

My heart hurt hearing Beverly sing those words. I remembered their little middle school fling before Beverly left for Portland, and I remembered how much it hurt Bill to see her leave.

Her hands were running up and down his arms, and I buried my head in the book, desperately trying to block out what was going on.

“Maybe I’m brainless, maybe I’m wise. But you’ve got me seeing through different eyes. Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell, and somehow I’m feeling it’s ‘up’ that I fell.”

I let out a gasp when I heard Bill sing. He didn’t stutter once, and his voice was soft, yet somehow incredibly powerful.

This made my stomach twist, because I wanted more than anything else to be the one he was singing those words to.

His face was gentle, looking at Beverly with an expression I’d seen in his eyes before.

“Every moment, as long as you’re mine. I’ll wake up my body and make up for lost time.” Bill sang, the combination of his soft voice and the tongue in cheek lyrics stinging like a knife.

I bit my lip, setting Mike’s book down next to me.

I stood up and left the auditorium, trying to make sure the doors behind me didn’t make too much noise.

“Y/N.” Mike’s voice called, trailing away quickly as the doors shut. I made my way to the bathroom, locking myself in a green-doored stall.

The tears began to flow, and I couldn’t stop them, no matter how ridiculous I felt. Sorrow and self-pity were at the forefront of my brain, seemingly turning the taps behind my eyes.

Why would Bill be interested in me, anyway? Everything I had, Beverly had in spades. She was smarter, prettier, funnier and kinder than me.

I wiped the tears away quickly, but my flushed face and red eyes gave away that I had very clearly been crying.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, and I straightened up, wiping away tears that weren’t there.

“Y/N, are y-you ok? I saw you s-storm off.” Bill’s pleasant voice filled my ears, and I hesitantly unlocked the stall door, making my way out of the bathroom.

“I’m fine, Bill. I couldn’t be better.”

#it 2017 #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough imagine #beverly marsh #stan uris #mike hanlon

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Because I Knew You ~ Final Chpt

She ran over to the group and shoved her book into Fiyero’s arms. “Am I just a book stand to you?” He teased.

Addelaide rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Right now you are.” She then focused on Dorothy. “Don’t be sad child. You’ve been wearing your ride home this entire time. The spell on those slippers is very powerful. It allows the wearer to have whatever their heart desires. Think of your home and click your heels three times and home you will be.”

Galinda squealed and bounced over to where Addelaide stood. “I knew we’d be able to figure something out. Don’t forget to say the magic words either.”

“There are magic words too?” Dorothy asked.

Galinda just waved her hands about as if the young girl just asked a stupid question. “But of course there are. There’s always magic words in order for spells to work. Now when you click your heels and think of Kansas you have to say there’s no place like home.” She beamed, proud of herself for coming up with it so she too would seem like she helped the young girl even after she had given up.

Addelaide held back her eye roll as she nodded, answering Dorothy’s questioning look. Dorothy then sniffled. “Oh but that means goodbye. I don’t know if I can just yet.”

Addelaide smiled reassuringly as she snuggled into Fiyero’s side. “We will never forget you Dorothy but your aunt and uncle are sure to be missing you terribly. They’ll be so excited to see you even if you will be sad to leave Oz.”

Dorothy nodded. “Yes, I can’t even imagine what Auntie Em must be feeling.” She agreed before turning to Brr to wish him goodbye. Next was Boq then Galinda. She saved Fiyero and Addelaide for last since they were the ones who had helped her the most. The two enveloped her into a group hug as the young girl began to cry. “I don’t know how to thank you two enough. You helped me so much. I think I’ll miss you most of all.” She sniffled.

Fiyero and Addelaide gave Dorothy a tight squeeze. “You are most welcome.” Addelaide said as she pulled back from the embrace.

“We won’t forget you. We’re just glad that we are able to get you back home.” Fiyero added.

“Then I guess the only thing left to say is goodbye.” Dorothy said going back around to give everyone one final hug. She then stood at the center of the platform, holding Toto to her chest and took a deep breath. She began to think of her family’s farm in Kansas, of Auntie Em and her uncle. The young girl began clicking her heels, repeating ‘There’s no place like home’ with each click.

On the third click a bright light engulfed Dorothy. The light was blinding and lasted for just a moment before disappearing. Dorothy and Toto were gone when the light disappeared and the Ozians that had gathered started at the platform in amazement. “Now what?” Someone called out from the crowd.

Galinda hurried to the microphone. “Carry on, dear Ozians, as if nothing has happened. I will be announcing decisions as soon as they are made. For now I will be taking care of things.” The crowd cheered and Galinda smiled at them. She then turned around, motioning for Addelaide, Fiyero, Boq and Brr to go inside the palace.

“So what really happened to Elphaba?” Addelaide whispered to Fiyero as they made their way to the throne room.

“She fell through a trap door. She’ll be staying Kiamo Ko without any fear of being bothered, especially now.” Fiyero replied in the same hushed tone.

“I knew she really didn’t melt.” Addelaide said causing Fiyero to laugh.

As they entered into the throne room, they noticed how Bow was looking at Galinda. “Poor guy’s been pining after her for who knows how long.” Fiyero whispered into Addelaide’s ear.

She looked up at him with a saddened expression before an idea came to mind. Before Fiyero could ask anything Boq sat down next to Addelaide with a sigh. Addelaide leaned over towards Boq. “I gave you your heart back so use it. Tell her how you feel.”

Boq shook his head. “She’ll never feel the same way. I’m just a munchkin.”

Addelaide shook her head in response. “You’ll never know until you ask.”

Boq looked towards Addelaide and sighed when he couldn’t think of a good reason to dispute what she said. After all Galinda had been saddened about him being turned into a Tin Man and she had seemed happy when she saw him after Addelaide turned him back. He wasn’t certain but was pretty sure she had stopped herself from giving him a hug. That was some sort of sign, right?

“Alright so we’ve got two cities that needs new leadership. What do we do?” Galinda asked the group as she entered the room, closing the door.

“My vote is Boq for Mayor of Munchkinland. There’s no more heirs for that title is there?” Addelaide answered.

“No, there are no more heirs. I also agree with you. I think Boq would be a wonderful mayor.” Galinda agreed causing the munchkin to blush.

Addelaide smiled. “Then why don’t you go there as well Galinda? You’re already doing a good job of being the fill in.” She offered.

“Who would then rule Oz and the Emerald City?” Galinda asked.

“My vote is Addelaide.” Fiyero spoke up.

“Here, here!” Brr and Boq agreed.

Addelaide looked at Fiyero in shock. “What? No. I couldn’t. Who would take care of Quadling Country?”

Brr cleared his throat. “I may be speaking out of turn here but you did promise me a job once I got back. While I have been a coward most of my life, I have picked up a thing or two about diplomacy. I would continue your work and maybe with the departure of the Wizard and you taking his role, Oz would be a peaceful land and I wouldn’t have too much to do.”

“Yes! You could bring peace to Oz! You and Fiyero!” Galinda exclaimed.

“Ro could help you with anything you might need to know…” Addelaide trailed of.

“Did you miss where she suggested I help you lead Oz?” Fiyero asked, freaking out. He could stand by her side but helping her rule? He could mess that up and make her look bad.

Addelaide shook her head. “No, I heard her loud and clear. I think we could do it.”

“But -” Fiyero tried to fight her on the decision but Addelaide cut him off.

She took his hands in hers and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “Fiyero, you can do this and you wouldn’t be doing it alone. I’d be right by your side. We could bring peace to Oz.”

He took one look at the sparkle in her eyes and knew he was done for. She was so determined and still believed in him with her whole being. How could he say no to that. “Guess things are settled then.”

Galinda squealed at Fiyero’s answer, looking forward to what Oz would look like under her cousin’s rule. Addelaide smiled, lifting one of her hands to cup Fiyero’s cheek. She brought him closer and placed a sweet kiss to his lips. “You’ll be great.” She whispered against his lips.

He smiled before kissing her again. “I love you.”

Addelaide returned the kiss. “I love you, too.”

And that is the true story of the Good Witch of the South. Well now she’s called The Good Wizard. She and Fiyero did indeed bring peace to Oz by bringing the same healing and ideology she had brought to Quadling Country.

Of course there were some hiccups and relapses in thinking but Addelaide always lead with a just and compassionate heart. Those who thought it was okay to discriminate was always sentenced to community service, learning about the other side.

As for Boq and Galinda, a few months after they returned to Munchkinland they were a couple. Galinda finally stopped fighting her feelings and really no one could resist the big romantic gesture Boq had done to profess his feelings. Addelaide was sure there would be wedding bells soon. She just didn’t know that it would be she who was married first.

Brr took over Quadling Country with ease. Ro helped out often to the point they just shared the leadership role. After all Ro kept things going when Addelaide had gone away on business trips. So after Dorothy came in and shook things up in Oz, all things worked out thanks to one Addelaide Upland (now Tiggular).

#kim writes things #because i knew you #wicked #wicked fic #broadway fic #fiyero x addelaide #final chapter #here's the queue we started out as friends

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20/01/17 (6th time)

Another day, another impulsive decision to see my favourite show!

I sort of explained this whole situation in my last one of these so I’ll try not to ramble up here so much this time...

So, the last time I went before Christmas was originally to see Katie Rowley Jones before she left (happy trails to her btw! Today she had her last shows! The end of an actual era; she’s been in the show for so long now it’ll feel wrong for her to not be there anymore), and if I got to see Rachel Tucker while I was there it would be an added bonus except I didn’t get to see either of them so I decided to go and see the show another time before the cast change date in the hope that I’d not only catch KRJ one last time, but so I might actually be able to see Rachel Tucker once in my life.

Lucky me because not only were they both at that show but I had every principle cast member except Suzie Mathers because of her holiday dates (which was still fine because I’ll be seeing her the next time I go; the first day of a new cast I doubt she won’t be there). Instead, this time around, I got her standby Carina Gillespie (more on her later)

I also didn’t go alone this time! I took an old friend to see it who had never seen the show before (which I kinda feel bad about since I got the ‘cheap’ Friday night tickets and they were basically all the way at the back of the dress circle. She didn’t mind though)

(Less rambley than the last one! Onto my thoughts!)

- Initial thoughts; Rachel Tucker’s voice is a lot deeper than I ever expected. I was never one of her fans when she was in the show her first time round (only because I never saw the show during that period of time) and I’d only ever heard a few audios from the main songs so I’d never heard her deliver lines and it took me by surprise considering that a lot of my Elphie’s have much higher pitch speaking voices.

- Her accent was also a bit weird sometimes, like some words sounded a bit Americanised, though I suspect that comes from her natural Irish accent and now her Broadway run.

- As I mentioned above, I actually got to see Katie one last time! I genuinely think that she was the best she’s ever been (from the times that I’ve seen her at least), her singing was on point and her acting was brilliant as always. All around, a true gem and she will be missed from the West End family of the show.

- I definitely saw Oliver Savile this time around, I thought he was an incredibly average Fiyero in all honestly. He was very good just not great (but that’s because I base all of my Fiyeros on Oliver Tompsett and no one has ever lived up to him for me)

- Anita Dobson still leaves something to be desired with her everything tbh :///

- Carina Gillespie was absolutely fabulous. One of the best Glindas acting wise for the emotional part of her character imo, she made some really nice characterisation choices that I enjoyed (she reminded me of Katie Rose Clarke acting wise who is one of my favs for that side of Glinda so yay!)

- In fact, I loved her acting so much I even have a separate bullet point about one of those acting decisions! I said her performance reminded me of KRC (who has become the staple Glinda who I measure every other Glinda’s acting on) and it’s because her delivery of the line “Why Miss Elphaba, look at you. You’re beautiful.” reminded me of why I fell in love with KRC’s Glinda in the first place. She didn’t deliver it in the usual ‘oh wow I’m so surprised you’re actually pretty underneath those glasses’ way instead she delivered it in the ‘oh wow you’re so beautiful and I can’t believe it took me this long to notice and I can’t believe you can’t see it’ way. Even when she delivered her line about the milk flowers it was so heartfelt that it made you actually believe that Glinda was trying to be a good friend unlike many other versions of that line that I’ve seen, and I just loved it

- She also had a beautiful singing voice, her high notes were spectacular as well as the notes in her lower register; it was wonderful to get the chance to experience it tbh

- I also really loved TG for this show. Carina did a really good job of making sure the audience knew the song was important as a character piece with actual character development instead of just being one of the throwaway songs that people forget about

- Tucker didn’t do any crazy riffs (she was obviously saving them for her final week and her final shows) but the few riffs that she did whip out I really loved

- Tucker did the low E and Carina did the low G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Carina’s range actually astounded me because her high notes were flawless and she still managed to get down to that low G, it was incredible)

- There wasn’t a note match at the start of NGD (but idk if that was ever a thing Tucker did, I only ever learned about it from Willemijn so)

- Carina was actually crying after FG :’’’(

- There were so many sound issues that even my friend noticed some of them! There were at least two dropped lines because the sound operator didn’t have the mics up at the right time (which is unacceptable, especially for a Friday night show). The mixing sounded really different as well, I wasn’t sure if it was just because I was so far back but the mixing sounded really off to me

- The subwoofers at the back of the dress circle are mad! I’ve never been far enough back to actually feel them rumble but I was this time and it surprised me the first time

- There was a late lighting cue going into the melting scene; Glinda’s supposed to have a gobo on her and it didn’t come onstage in time so I saw it move on (which has never happened before so I’m assuming it was a mistake)

- There were some really rude people in the dress circle. The worst offender was a woman in the row in front of me on her phone for essentially the whole thing; she left once to take a phone call, and then again near the end but didn’t come back. Then all kinds of people kept leaving to go to the toilet, people were leaving during the bows (which to me is so disrespectful to everyone working on the show and I hate it when people do that), and to top it all off, there was a young kid sitting in my row who kept asking questions at normal volume and her grandparents were answering her at normal volume AND rustling sweet wrappers etc. (again, disrespectful)

- Leaving you on a bittersweet thought: there is a Popular reprise in the score during TG! (see here) it happens around the point in the dialogue when Glinda says that she “can’t just leave when people are counting on [her]” (or something to that effect), and Fiyero says “No you can’t leave because you can’t resist this” meaning the feeling of people loving her and her being a well known public figure a.k.a. the popularity that comes with the job! It broke my heart when I realised it, I can’t believe I’ve never heard it before :’(

And for my next trip! Welcoming Willemijn Verkaik and Sue Kelvin back in style on Monday :)))

#my ventures into the world of Wicked at the Apollo Victoria #Wicked #(still for the sake of my tag) #I actually have an excuse for why this one's late too! I've been super busy this week #and I want this uploaded by the 30th when I see the show again :)))

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"Let me say before we part..."

#gelphie #glinda upland #galinda upland #elphaba thropp #wicked #wicked musical #allie trimm #talia suskauer #s: for good #happy trails to allie one of the glindas of all times <333 #gonna miss her sm omg end of an era. my favorite glinda in years tbh :')

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Because I Knew You ~ Chpt 7

After meeting with the lollipop guild Addelaide moved from the throne room to her office. Waiting for her there was Fiyero. As soon as he saw her, he stood from the settee he was lounging on in her waiting area just outside her office. “Are you all set and ready to go?” She asked when she saw him.

He nodded, meeting her halfway as she entered the room. “Sure are. I came to say goodbye.” He took her hands in his, pulling her closer causing her to smile.

“I do prefer face to face farewells.” They leaned closer together, lips almost touching.

“And I promise you will never have to worry about a faceless farewell from me ever again.” With that he closed what little space was left between them and kissed her breath away. When they pulled apart he had a smirk on his lips. “Wanted to leave you with something to remember me by.” He then winked.

Addelaide laughed, pushing playfully at his chest to create distance between them. “Be safe on your journey please.”

Fiyero chuckled as he gave her the Ozian Guard salute. “Yes, your goodliness.”

“Oh, don’t you start that too. Now get out of here and get that girl back home.” She chuckled, shaking her head causing Fiyero to laugh as he left the room.

Addelaid turned and just before he crossed the threshold of the room, called out his name. Fiyero turned back around with a questioning look on his face. “Return to me in one piece please.” She smiled.

He easily returned it with one of his own. “I promise.” With that he turned back around to meet up with the others so they could start their journey.

It was about a week later and she had still not heard anything from Fiyero. She wasn’t expecting a daily update but surely a week was enough time to get to Kiamo Ko and to give back the slippers. She was looking over some paperwork regarding some of the refugees. By the third time she had re read the same sentence, she pushed the papers to the side and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Luckily she didn’t have to wait much longer. Her desk phone rang. The ringing broke the frustrated silence she was sitting in and startled her. She fumbled with the handset of the gold and ruby studded rotary phone as she tried to answer it. Not only did the physical ringing scare her but the possible reason did too. The only people who had the number to that phone were the leaders of each country within Oz plus the Wizard.  

“This is Addelaid the Good. May I ask who this is?” She finally answered bringing the handset up to her ear.

“Addie! It’s me! Glinda, your cousin. You know the one living in the Emerald City.” Galinda replied with her usual bubbliness.

“Yes, Galinda, I know who you are.”

Galinda huffed. “Addie, you know I changed my name to Glinda.”

Addelaide rolled her eyes. “I will keep calling you Galinda for as long as you call me Addie.”

“Whatever. The proper use of names is not the reason I called. I called because you must get to the Emerald City, Addie.”

The urgency in her voice made Addelaide’s nerves surface once more. “What happened?”

“The Wizard sent some of the Guard with that poor girl from Kansas. They were to kill Elphie and they did Addie! They threw water on poor Elphaba and she actually melted!”

Addelaide shook her head. She couldn’t believe that something like that would actually work. “Surely, you can’t believe that.”

“Her hat and robe were all that was left Addie, so it must be true. Now will you please come to the Emerald City. I’ve got to figure out how to send this girl home and I’m not sure how.”

Addelaide sighed. “Fine but the others will be coming back to Quadling with me.”

Galinda let out a squeal. “Oh, thank you Addie! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

With that the Upland cousins hung up the phone. Addelaide sat there for a moment before jumping into action. She grabbed her spell book and wand as she called out for Ro. “Yes, Addelaide?”

“I’m going to the Emerald City for some business so I’ll need a carriage prepared, please.”

Ro nodded. “Right away.”

By the time Addelaide arrived Dorothy and her group returned. A bell hop greeted Addelaide, helping her out of the carriage just as Ro was making his way around to do just that. “Miss Glinda arranged for your stay. I’ll be more than happy to take your bags and show you to your room.”

Addelaide smiled but just as she was about to answer she spotted Galinda. “I’ll find my way to the room later. I see my cousin. Feel free to show Ro, however.” The bellhop nodded and went to work.

“Are you sure, Addelaide?” Ro asked.

She nodded. “Yes. Enjoy some time to yourself. You deserve it.”

Ro sighed, nodding almost reluctantly.

“I promise to not get into any trouble since I know that’s what you’re afraid of.” She reassured.

His expression turned sheepish. “Just promise you’ll send for me if you need my assistance.”

Addelaide laughed. “I promise.” With that she readjusted her satchel strap and made her way over to her cousin. Galinda wrapped Addelaide into a big hug. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here.” She beamed.

Addelaide did her best to return the wide smile but it still felt weird to be buddy-buddy with Galinda.

“They’re speaking with the Wizard now. So come on, we’ve got to hurry.” They didn’t make it to the throne room, however.

Madame Morrible intercepted the two and lead them into the courtyard, where some Ozians were already gathered, going on about how he’s really done it now, how whoever is taking over the Wizard role had a mess to clean up and it was not going to be her. The Upland cousins were quite confused by her fuss as they helped set up a platform and prepared a hot air balloon.

Soon after everything was in place The Wizard with Dorothy and the others trailing behind him came out. “And here it is! Oh, Madame Morrible, Glinda, you two shall be missed but it is time for this old man to say goodbye. Come along, now dear. Once this thing is ready for take off, there’s no stopping it.” The Wizard carried on, calling out to Dorothy as he climbed into the basket of the balloon.

The women watched as the young girl wished her new friends goodbye. She then realized that Toto wasn’t by her side. While trying to help Dorothy in her search for the small dog, the guard keeping the balloon anchored let go of the rope causing the Wizard to float away. Dorothy was distraught, holding toto to her chest as the Lion and the others comforted her.

Addelaide was too busy looking through her spell book to focus on what Madame Morrible was saying. Galinda’s name was mentioned and shouts from the crowd was heard but not registered. Galinda crossed over to where Dorothy was and patted her head. “Oh you poor thing. Living in Oz won’t be that bad. We’ll set you up in a nice room here in the Emerald City.”

Dorothy looked up, tears pooling in her eyes. “You mean you can’t send me home?”

Before Galinda could answer, Addelaide called out, “I got it!”

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Because I Knew You ~ Chpt 6

As they were running to the guest rooms, they ran into Ro. He looked at his best friend, confused as to why she was in such a hurry. That was when he noticed Fiyero behind her. The Vinkus prince was no longer made of straw and was holding Addelaide’s spell book in his arms. “Which room did you place Boq?” Addelaide asked as she was catching her breath.

“He’s the second to last door on the right.” Ro replied, motioning down the corridor.

“Thank you!” She beamed before taking off running again. She and Fiyero skidded to a halt in front of Boq’s door and began to knock rather loudly.

“I can’t move as fast as I once did, so calm down!” He called out before he opened the door a few moments later. When he noticed a bouncing Addelaid and a non-straw Fiyero he realized what was about to happen. “You can change me back.”

Addelaide nodded, confirming his realization. Fiyero opened up the spell book and Addelaide began flipping through to find the spell she needed. When she did she began reciting it and just as with Fiyero, a bright light encompassed Boq before fading to reveal his original munchkin self.

Boq ran back inside of the room to look in a mirror. Addelaide and Fiyero were not too far behind. Boq was beaming at his reflection and when Addelaide came into view, he spun around to give her a tight, grateful hug.

Addelaide easily returned the hug. “You’re quite welcome. Now get some rest. You’ve had quite the eventful day.” Addelaide said as she and Fiyero bid him goodnight.

“The same goes for you as well. I believe I saw an open door as we were running. I think that is your room.” Addelaide said to Fiyero as they walked back up the hallway, hand in hand.

“Or we could raid the kitchen and stay up all night like we used to,” Fiyero suggested.

Addelaide laughed at the memories his statement brought up. “If only I could. I’ve got quite the list to get through tomorrow morning.”

Fiyero just rolled his eyes. “When’s the last time you didn’t think about your royal duties?”

“It’s not like I can just go to The Kells each weekend. Those royal duties are each and everyday.”

This time Fiyero sighed. He knew she was right. When he was a part of the guard he barely went to the Oz Dust Ballroom compared to when he was a student at Shiz. “I miss when all we had to worry about was how you were going to get me out of bed for our early morning class.”

Addelaide smiled. “If only. I”m just grateful that my citizens behave so I don’t have to worry about crime on top of everything else.”

They came to a stop outside of what was to be Fiyero’s room. Addelaide took back her spell book and Fiyero started to go into his room. He leaned in the doorway, facing Addelaide with a soft smile. “Being queen suits you. You’ve done a lot of good for your people. I hope to be half the leader you are one day.”

Addelaide took a step forward and reached out to caress his cheek. “You don’t have to lead alone, you know.”

Fiyero leaned into her touch with a smile. “You would really rule with me?”

Addelaide nodded. “Yes, yes I would.” She then leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now get some rest. We’ve got a little girl to get back to Kansas.”

Fiyero smiled into the kiss, wishing her a goodnight before closing his door.

The next morning they all sat around the table, a breakfast spread laid out in front of them. Small chat was filling the room as they ate. Dorothy and Br had been quite impressed when they saw that Addelaide had returned Fiyero and Boq to their natural states. It made them excited to see what she could do for them.

“Were you able to find out how to send me home?” Dorothy asked as their plates were being taken away.

Addelaide shook her head. “That’s not so easily done, I’m afraid. I do believe, however, that you should visit Elphaba. Those shoes hold quite a lot of power and I’m not sure what spell she placed upon them. I’m sure if you were to explain how you got them, she would tell you if you promised to give the shoes back.”

Dorothy looked disappointed in Addelaide’s answer. “She doesn’t like me too much. I didn’t even mean to kill her sister anyway. Besides Glinda told me I shouldn’t give them to her.”

Addelaide sighed. Of course Galinda would make matters worse.

“Well, what if we went with ya?” Fiyero suggested. “I could maybe calm things down between you. Elphaba and I are old friends after all.”

Dorothy’s eyes lit up. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Fiyero nodded. Boq was a bit reluctant to agree after his last run in with Elphaba but put his uneasiness aside so he could help Dorothy like he had promised to do. When Boq nodded, Brr followed suit.

“Will you be coming with us Miss Addelaide?” Dorothy asked, hopeful that all of her new friends would be joining her.

Addelaide smiled apologetically. “I’m afraid not. I must remain here to watch over my people. I wish you all the best of luck and will be more than happy to give you all any supplies you may need.”

“I’m sorry I’m interrupting but your goodliness, you have a few matters to attend to.” Ro said as he came up to the table, bowing.

Addelaide rolled her eyes. “Ro, what have I said about bowing?” She asked with a slight laugh as she stood. “Well, duty calls. Feel free to tell Ro anything you may need for your journey. Happy trails.”

She smiled and waved as she began to exit the dining room. “Wait, your goodliness, what about my courage?” Brr asked. “I don’t think Ro can give me that.”

The blonde turned around and walked back to the lion. She smiled and placed a hand over his heart. “Oh, my dear friend, you have had that inside of you this whole time. If you didn’t you would have never agreed to help this young girl find her way back home.”

Brr smiled and Addelaide kissed his cheek. With that she finally made her way towards the throne room. She was meeting with some of the group leaders from Munchkinland to discuss what was to happen next since Nessarose’s death. “Hello, my dear friends. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances but I suppose everyone in Munchkinland is quite excited?” Addelaide greeted as she entered the room and sat upon her ruby throne.

The three Munchkins bowed before replying. “Yes, we are quite thrilled that Nessarose’s reign is over and that we all can return home.”

Addelaide smiled. “I’m quite thrilled for you all to return as well although I must admit that I am sad to no longer have a need to work with the Lollipop Guild.”

The Munchkin in red came closer to her and presented her with a bouquet of lollipops. The Munchkins dressed in blue and green came up behind their friend forming a triangle formation as they got down on their knee. “That is one of the reasons we wished to speak with you Miss Addelaide. We would still very much like to continue to run the underground tunnels for anyone who may need it.”

She stood and walked down to accept the bouquet of lollipops. She smiled wide at their proposal. “Oh, I would like that very much!” She exclaimed as she returned to her throne. “Now what was the other matter you wished to discuss?” She asked once she had sat down, placing the lollipops to the side.

“Who will be our new mayor?” They asked in unison.

Addelaide nodded at their question, mulling over her answer. “For right now I would do whatever the Wizard or Galinda has told you all. We don’t want to shake things up too much and I’m sure the man already has some sort of plan. I do wish to be updated on the matters, though.”

The Munchkins rose to their feet and nodded. “Yes, your goodliness. We will start putting together a plan on how to move those who chose to stay here back and will keep in touch about all other matters.”

Addelaide nodded. “Sounds good. You all are dismissed. I wish you safe travels as you journey back home.”

The Munchkins thanked her as they left. Once the door to the throne room was closed she slouched in her throne and reached for one of the lollipops. Yes, she had just finished breakfast but these were the best lollipops she had ever had. Besides she was queen, she could do whatever she wanted.

#kim writes things #because i knew you #wicked #wicked fic #broadway fic #fiyero x addelaide #6 #here's the queue we started out as friends

[eowynfauchelevent]

Not According to Plan

Chapter 1

Cosette smiled as she finished hanging the last poster on the wall of her side of the dorm room. Everything was perfect. Her favourite stuffed animals were arranged neatly on her bed, which was made absolutely perfectly, her clothes were neatly folded in her dresser, and her supplies for class were all ready to go, three days early. It was Sunday, move in day, and classes wouldn't begin until Wednesday, so she was ahead of schedule on that, just the way she liked to be. Feeling a sudden twinge of nervousness, she glanced at the door again, wondering when her roommate would arrive.

She had been too anxious to go to her school's Facebook group for their year and try to find her roommate, so she had no idea who the girl would be. She hoped it would be someone nice and that they would get along. Just relax, Cosette, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Even if you don't get along, you just have to make it to the end of exams in April and then never speak to her again. Just September to April... Only 8 months. And you're getting ahead of yourself, maybe you will get along and will end up being the best of friends, like Elphaba and Glinda in Wicked! She hoped that would be the case, only without the arguing at the beginning. She hated conflict.

Feeling a bit anxious again, she sat on her bed, playing with her chestnut hair, almost wishing that she hadn't decided to go to university in the first place, and wondering why she had insisted to her papa that she was fine and he could leave. Just try to relax, take deep breaths and think happy thoughts. You made it here. You worked hard. You deserve this and you can succeed, you've got the right support system- The sound of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts, and she quickly jumped off the bed and quit playing with her hair, eager to make a good impression on her new roommate.

A thin yet muscular young woman with dark brown hair and dark eyes walked in, pulling a suitcase with her, and Cosette could see a few boxes in the hall behind her, presumably also belonging her.

"You must be my roommate," the woman commented, giving Cosette no more than a single, momentary glance.

Cosette nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you!" she said cheerfully. Her roommate nodded in response, walking over to the other side of the room and leaving her suitcase by the bed before returning to the hallway to get her boxes. Cosette hoped that she wasn't being too awkward. "Would you like some help bringing your things in?"

"No, I've got it. Thanks though," the woman replied without even bothering to look. Cosette felt her heart sink slightly, but reminded herself that this didn't mean she didn't like her. It was move in day, her roommate was probably feeling as anxious as she was, especially since her family was nowhere to be seen.

She nodded, and turned her attention back to her own things. Was there anything she had missed? Something she could do to at least appear a bit occupied rather than awkwardly watch her roommate unpack? She soon found herself rearranging her pillows and stuffed animals for the third time, absentmindedly chewing on the left corner of her bottom lip as she did so. Should she introduce herself now or later? What would be more awkward? Did her roommate even want to know her? Swallowing the lump in her throat, she finished rearranging her bed, deciding to rip the band-aid off and introduce herself.

She took another breath and walked over to the other young woman, who had finished bringing her things in and was beginning to unpack. "We should probably get to know each other," she said shyly. The dark haired young woman looked up at her.

"Yeah, I guess we should," she replied after a moment.

"So, I'm Cosette," she said, smiling a bit. Her roommate froze, staring at her as if she had just grown a second head.

"What?"

"Uh, Cosette... That's my name. Cosette Fauchelevent." She bit her lip, the anxiety threatening overtake her again. Had she done something wrong by introducing herself? Why did her new roommate look ready to explode? "It's just a silly nickname though, my real name is Euphrasie... But no one ever calls me that..."

Her roommate's dark eyes were icy, and she seemed to be trembling. Cosette felt her stomach twist and flip, and she began to wonder if she should just walk away. Something about the icy stare felt uncomfortably familiar though, as if she had experienced it before.

"This cannot be happening," she heard her roommate mutter.

"I- is something wrong?" she asked nervously, resisting the urge to play with her hair again.

Her roommate stood up, crossing her arms, continuing to fix her with the same, icy stare. "You're seriously going to just stand there and act like you don't remember me?"

Cosette blinked, confused. "Remember you? Why would I-" she frowned, trying to think of how she could possibly know the young woman she was going to be sharing a room with. Is she mistaking me for someone else? I've never met her in my life, unless... She looked again, studying the other woman's dark hair, eyes, and freckled face, trying to place her. There was something a bit familiar, she had to admit, but it couldn't possibly be, could it?

Her roommate scoffed. "You always were dim. I can't believe this."

Cosette felt her heart sink. It was. "Éponine...?"

"Oh, so you do remember. Great."

Cosette took a small step back. How could this be possible? It had been over ten years since she had last seen Éponine, and she'd spent all of that time trying to get a new life since then. How could she be stuck sharing a room at university with her?

"Well, it looks like we're stuck together again," Éponine said dryly after a few moments. "Great..." Cosette wondered if she should be happy or disappointed that Éponine appeared to be as frustrated with the situation as she was.

"I- what a coincidence?" she stammered, her voice shooting up an octave. Her brain chose that moment to remind her that it was only Sunday afternoon and that classes didn't start until Wednesday, and Éponine was the only person at the entire university she had met so far. Her heart pounded in her chest so loudly she was certain that Éponine could hear it as well. She wished that she could drop dead.

"Yeah. Just lovely..."

"I- I'll just let you finish unpacking..." Cosette managed to squeak out before backing away, returning to her side of the room. It was an absolute nightmare. How is this even possible? This isn't even the same province we were in back then! She sighed, and tried to ignore the sound of her roommate's grumbling as the other woman finished unpacking. First year was clearly not going to go the way she'd planned and hoped.

***

"Will you stop pacing? You're giving me a headache! God, you're even more annoying now than you were when we were kids." Cosette cringed at Éponine's comment.

"I can't help it, it's just something I do when I'm nervous."

"Well do something else instead of being a pest."

Cosette bit her lip again, her teeth settling into the same spot in the bottom left corner of her lip that they always did, ignoring the feeling of guilt that came with the realization that it had become such a habit in favour of the slight comfort it provided. Taking a deep breath, she quit the pacing, slumping onto her bed and hugging her pillow, carelessly sending a few of her neatly arranged stuffed animals onto the floor of the dorm room. Beady, empty black eyes stared up at her from the floor. Adjusting slightly, she covered her face with the pillow. This is officially the worst day ever.

"Oh, hi Marius!" Éponine's voice sounded cheerier than Cosette had thought possible. "You're all moved in? That's great! Want to meet up? No, I'm not busy at all, just hanging alone in my room. Yeah, I've met my roommate." Éponine moved past Cosette's side of the room towards the door. Cosette pulled the pillow closer to her face. "She's the worst so far, I doubt you'd like her..." Éponine's voice trailed off as she closed the door behind her.

So, Éponine had at least one friend at the school already. Cosette contemplated getting up and following her to investigate, curious about who could be friends with someone like Éponine, but decided against it. Whatever had made Éponine hate her when they had been children clearly hadn't gone away. The hatred appeared to be as strong as ever.

Sighing, she pulled the pillow away from her face. Maybe I should just go out to the common area and try to meet people, she wondered as she got up, picking the stuffed animals off the floor and fixing her bed. It's at least worth a try. A knot twisted in her stomach at the thought though, and she sat back on her bed, pulling her phone out. She had a text from her papa, asking if she was alright and if her roommate had arrived yet. For the second time in fifteen minutes her teeth found that familiar spot in the bottom left corner of her lip, and she considered lying.

How could she tell her papa that Éponine was her roommate? Her time with Éponine's family had been awful, and her papa had done everything he could to keep her far away from them once he had adopted her. She was certain he would be horrified to learn that their paths had cross again.

On the other hand, lying would be horrible. She had never lied to him before, and the thought of doing so made her skin crawl. Besides, how could she even lie about her roommate? He was bound to find out at some point, it would be impossible to keep it a secret forever. She chewed on her lip for a few moments before firing back a response, saying that she was fine and her roommate hadn't shown up yet. I don't have to lie about who she is, but he doesn't need to know just yet. She still felt uncomfortable about the lie, but the thought of having to explain the situation to her papa then and there was just unbearable.

Setting the phone aside, she lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She wondered who Marius was, and how Éponine had met him and become friends. She was always so horrid as a child, why would anyone be friends with her? Did she change? No, she seems the same now as she was back then. Marius must be a jerk too. She sighed and sat up again. Lying there moping wasn't going to fix anything.

She got up and looked in the mirror, fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes before grabbing her keys and chucking her phone into her bag and leaving, locking the door behind her. By the end of the day, she would have a new friend, no matter what.

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