hii, maybe a Jude Bellingham x reader where reader is imitating his accent when he says water in his British accent, and he’s kinda like no it’s not waa-tr it’s waw-tuh <33
IT’S WA-TUH - ju. bellingham
inwhich! jude takes you to the aquarium for a surprise date, where you tease his british accent for fun.
frannytalks! should i make a part 2 (longer ofc;) where you meet his family and they tease you!? comment if i should!! also i adore his accent so much. don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
jude took you on a surprise date to the aquarium as an early birthday gift and of course, you had to get into a silly debate over nothing. it started off with you commenting about how pretty the water looks, jude would go like, “the wa-tuh?”, “the wa-tuh over here, or over there?”, “it just looks like wa-tuh.” he said in his silly, adorable accent.
you’d try to hold in your laughs and comments, but you just couldn’t after he yelled out, “look at that huge shark in the wa-tuh!”
you giggled and covered your mouth, “water, you mean?”
jude raised an eyebrow, “that’s what i said,” he paused, “wa-tuh.”
“no,” you laughed once more, “you’re saying wa-tuh, it’s water.”
“i’m saying it correctly.” he defended himself, looking off at the other sea animals.
“nope.” you teased him, exaggerating the “p”, and turning the other way so he couldn’t see your obvious smirk.
“did two.” jude said as you could feel him staring at you, “and we’re not even in the states.”
you instantly whipped your head to give him, “hey, too far.” eyes, “it’s still water.”
he ignored you and you two continued walking and watching the sea animals, “ugh, jude, i want one.” you said, pouting.
“an orca?” he laughed, “our pool is not big enough to fit that.”
“you hate me.” you said, dramatically walking off.
he caught up to you, tugging your shoulder, “i do not, and you know i don’t like those ‘jokes’.”
you put his arm around you, “fine, fine, it’s funny to me at least.”
“it’s not fun-eh.” he said, in his accent again.
you giggled softly, but kept quiet as to not annoy him, but he asked, “what’s so fun-eh?”
“nothing, babe, look it’s a clownfish!” you pointed, trying to change the subject.
“tell me, love.” jude said, rubbing your shoulder.
“it’s funny, jude,” you held in another laugh, “not fun-eh.” you said mocking him.
“okay, too far, that’s just my accent!” he whisper-yelled.
“it’s still fun-eh, but not as fun-eh as wa-tuh.” you said, bursting out laughing.
he gave you a “really?” look and held you closer, “trust me, when you meet my family they’ll grill you about your american accent.”
No one told you how emotionally draining nursing Dynamight would be, especially when you started dating him in secret. Bickering over medicine turned into makeout sessions, which turned into fixing one another as quickly as possible when his friends visited.
He loved to make your blood boil, almost as much as you loved to make his. Today, it was a dispute over his burns, almost fighting you over his burn cream.
“Katsuki!” You hiss, pursing your lips in that way he loves. “Stop fighting me on this.”
“M’not putting that shit on my body. I’m a fuckin’ tank, I don’t need that.” He simpers. You glare at him as he holds your arms, the cream container left useless on the ground. “Katsuki…” You grin, leaning in and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. Soft cherry chapstick tastes on your tongue as you deepen it. He lets out a harsh breath, dropping your arms and bringing your face closer to his. His breath hardened like there was a shortage of you, and he couldn’t stand himself if he let you go. “Damn you.” He mutters into your mouth. You pull away, leaving Bakugou a whiny mess as he presses hot, insistent pecks to your collarbone. “Come on…” He groans.
“Ah, ah, ah. Promise me you’ll attempt to get better first.” You interject.
He curses you softly.
“...Fine.” He mumbled, finally.
“Good.” You grin, leaning back in for another kiss.
inwhich! you and gunner take a late-night stop to a convenience store in tokyo together for the first time.
metalking! i loved writing this, i thought the idea was so cute! exams are almost over thankfully, i’ll get back to my regular updates in my stories soon! for now i hope you enjoy this! please like&reblog if you liked it, & comment your thoughts! <3
you’re in tokyo for a week because of modeling events, interviews, and brand events. you thought it’d be a nice getaway but it ended up being more stressful than you thought. everyday has been nonstop hair appointments, fittings, interviews, people fixing your clothes every five seconds, and flashing, bright lights constantly in your face.
meanwhile, gunner came with with you because he thought it would be “fun”, but the truth is he hates being away from you for so long.
by the third night you are exhausted, him not so much since he’s really just been sightseeing and supporting you behind the scenes.
it was almost two am and you finally got back to the hotel from a dinner event. the city was still bright and lively. you noticed that tokyo would never die down at night, even this late. you could see all the neon lights out, traffic, and the rain reflecting off the ground.
you kick your shoes off immediately upon entering the door.
“i’m actually dead.” you groan while collapsing onto the bed.
“you say that everyday.” gunner softly laughs while placing one of your bags down.
“because everyday feels like nonstop hell.”
he laughs once again, throwing his hoodie onto a nearby chair and walking over to the window.
it was quiet for a minute, only the sound of you sighing every once in a while and the city sounds muffling through.
gunner finally moves from the window, “i’m bored.”
you pick your head up in defeat, “at two in the morning?”
he shrugs, “yeah.”
“gunner,” you pause, sinking into the bed more, “i really don’t wanna.”
“cmon baby, come outside with me, it’ll be fun.” he nudged you.
you groaned loudly, partially as a joke, “outside where?”
“i dunno. somewhere. let’s go find out.” he said while dragging your body up, holding you by your waist.
“ugh, you know i hate going out with no plan.” you whine, mostly because you’re tired.
“it’s a new country, and new city that we’ve never been to.” he holds you close, you’re sitting down with your head to his stomach, “we’ll find something to do, i promise.”
despite complaining, ten minutes later you and gunner are downstairs leaving the hotel in hoodies and sweats, trying not to get recognized.
the air cold, and it smells like rain along with food from nearby restaurants. the cars passing by practically blind you, reflecting off the puddles on the ground.
he walks beside you, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other over your shoulders. you lean your head closer to him while looking at everything around you.
“this looks so fake, like unreal.” you say in awe.
“mhm.” he says slowly.
“you’re not even listening to me.” you take his arm off your shoulders.
“i am,” he says, “you said it looks fake.”
“whatever.” you look away, smiling.
he kisses you on the cheek, you pull away, rolling your eyes and laughing while he smiles.
you end up inside a tiny convenience store packed with snacks and drinks you’ve never heard of before. you knew a little bit of japanese, you had to learn the basics before coming on the trip, so you knew a thing or two.
gunner immediately gets distracted.
“what even is this?” he asks, holding up a drink with a dancing melon on it.
you shrug, “buy it.”
“we can’t just buy everything, y/n.” he smiles at you.
“says who?” you raise an eyebrow, “you scared?”
suddenly it becomes a competition. the next ten minutes you both spend grabbing random snacks off shelves and daring each other to try them while quietly arguing in the middle of the aisles.
at one point he disappears, you find him near the freezer section.
“what are you doing?” you say while holding a basket full of things.
“tryna find out which one looks the best just by the wrapper.” he says as he inspects two ice creams in his hands.
“i say the green one, it’s matcha flavored.” you smile and hold the basket towards him so he can put it in.
“matcha? how do you,” he paused, putting the other option down, “i forgot you took lessons on japanese.”
“jealous.” you nudge him and he rolls his eyes.
he takes the basket from you and puts all his items in it, you grab a candy that has bright and colorful package, but gunner snatches it from you.
“hey!” you say reaching back for it, but he holds his arm up too high.
“you don’t need all this sugar baby.” he leans down and kisses the top of your head.
“and you do?” you argue back.
“im different.”
“mhm.” you huff.
you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way, you yourself told him to keep you away from certain things since you had to stay a certain weight for the modeling shoots this month.
you were annoyed, but appreciated he cared enough and paid attention. so you weren’t too upset at him.
the cashier gives both of you a slightly amused look while ringing everything up because you’ve been bickering the entire time.
then, you make it outside and sit together on the curb near the store sharing snacks while the city glows around you.
it feels peaceful, something you haven’t felt in days. you lean against his shoulder while eating a koala-shaped lollipop.
“you did good today by the way.” he says out of the blue.
“hm?” you say, popping the lollipop out your mouth.
“at your interview thingy.” he put his arm around you and you just nod in response.
“i could tell you was nervous earlier.”
“did you?” you laugh.
“yeah, i woulda stepped in but i knew i wasn’t allowed.”
“thanks gunner.” you say quietly.
“you’re famous now.” he jokes.
you pick your head up, “i’m not though.”
“cap, you got people fixing your hair every five seconds and you was on a billboard today.”
“lightwork compared to you.” you shrug.
he rolls his eyes, “trust me, you’re way better at it than me.” he says while almost finishing off the ice cream he had bought, “plus you look happier now.”
“only because you’re here.”
“want the last bite?” he gestures his ice cream towards you.
you instantly eat the rest off the stick, “mm, that’s actually so good.”
“yeah, i thought i wouldn’t like it, we gotta come here again sometime.”
he throws away his trash and carries the two bags, holding your hand in the other. he takes you around the city for about an hour, then back to your hotel.
you instantly fall asleep, sprawled out over the whole bed. you find him asleep on the chair the next morning and put a blanket over him.
A blurb where reader is secretly dating Chris and uses a fake account to mess with him while he’s on a stream with Matt
Warnings: swearing, secret dating, fluff
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You lean back against the headboard, a smile rested on your face as you have Matt and Chris’ livestream pulled up on the tv.
You finish setting up your burner twitch account with a giggle, and soon enough, crazy4chrispkreme has entered the chat.
You lay a hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as you try to control your laughter.
You let out a sigh, glancing from the tv down to your phone, Oh my god, the guy on the left is literally so hot.
You look back up at the tv, hoping for a reaction, nothing. So you type something else out, Chris!! Can I get a shoutout please!!!
And again, right after, Christopher! I love you sooo much please notice me!!!!!!!!
You bite your lip to stifle back your laughter when you see Matt lean into the screen, “What the fuck?” He laughs, reaching back to get Chris’ attention, “Do you see this?”
“See what?” Chris leans forward and Matt shakes his head, “Hold on, it went away. Just.. watch the chat.”
You give it a second, watching them both stare at the chat screen before you type out, Are you looking for my message?
Matt’s eyes go wide and he looks at Chris, “Did you see that?”
“You better not be talking about that fucking username.” Chris laughs and covers his face, “What the fuck.”
You giggle, Chris! Chris! I love you pleeaseeeee say something to me
At this point, there’s a few people telling you to chill out and to ‘calm your little fan girl ass down’, but you ignore it.
“What is up with these usernames chat.” Matt laughs, shaking his head, “They want you to say something to them.”
“I don’t..” Chris laughs, “I- just-“ he continues to laugh, “That’s actually crazy. Crazy four Chris-p kreme.”
You press your cheek into your shoulder, laughing before looking back at your phone, Ahhhh thank you I love you so much you have no idea my life has been made <3333
Chris raises his brows and leans back into the chair, “Glad I could help.”
But you don’t stop, Chris you’d be even hotter if you take your shirt off!!
And right after, come on! Don’t be shy! We all think you’re hot!
You press your hand to your mouth hard as you watch both of their reactions on the tv, “What the actual fuck..” Matt’s eyes widen and he sighs while shaking his head, “I’m going to have to agree with the other people here, you need to calm down.”
“I’m not taking my shirt off, why would- no. No.” Chris shakes his head and sighs, “What the fuck.”
Awww boooooo, you type, Why not????
User1: yoooo chill out
User2: seriously that’s so embarrassing, as a members of the sturniolo fandom, we don’t claim this bitch
User3: you have some serious issues you need to figure that out bro like seriously
You laugh, Fine, but I still think Chris is the hotter one out of the two.
Matt shakes his head and Chris crosses his arms, “I mean, I can agree to that.” He laughs and Matt rolls his eyes, “Why do you have to be weird?”
“I’m not, I’m just restating facts.” Chris laughs and you move around to get more comfortable, reading down over the chat as people try to explain to you that you can’t say that blah blah blah.
Christopher Owen, the man you are!!
God I wish I had the chance to date him, he looks like he would be a really good bf
Matt smirks, “Aw, Chris, they want a date. They think you’d be a really good boyfriend.” He looks at Chris and he smirks, “name a time and place.”
Your jaw drops as you laugh, swiping over to text Chris, name a time and place? Are you serious??
You go back to the twitch chat and watch the tv. He pulls his phone from his pocket and instantly starts to laugh, “Matt.”
Matt leans back, reading over your text and he gives Chris a look, “Uh oh.”
You type out the chat, Oh no!!! What’s going on?!
You watch as Chris taps on his screen before laying his phone face down in his lap. His text comes through and you laugh, shaking your head as you read it, You think you’re slick, huh?
You tap on it and text him back, What ever do you mean Christopher Owen, the man that you are??
You hit send and go back to twitch, the things I would let Chris do to me is astronomical, good lord
You giggle as Chris tries so hard to fight back a smirk as he reads your text. He leans forward to show Matt and his jaw drops, “Is that..”
Chris nods, “Uh huh.”
You type out in the chat, what’s going onnnnnn
Matt laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t you worry about what’s going on.”
Chris taps his screen and you sigh as you click on his text, the man I am, thinking my girlfriend is trolling me on a fake twitch account
You leave him on open and go back to twitch, typing out a message that only him and Matt will understand, why are you calling me a troll? I promise I’m a real person who just loves Chris sooooo much <3333
You lay your phone down and Chris stands up, “I’m going to grab a sweatshirt.”
Matt laughs and nods, “Alright.”
You look over at the door, watching as it opens and Chris walks in laughing, “Are you fucking serious?”
You shrug, locking your phone, “What?!”
“You’re actually the funniest fucking person ever.” He walks over and lays his body on yours, “I was so confused at first.”
You smile, pressing your lips to his as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hey, I have to have a little fun while you’re having fun.”
He laughs and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, “but you don’t love my username?”
He buries his face into your neck and laughs, “How did you even come up with that?” You laugh and shrug, “May have remembered your old Snapchat username.”
“You’re ridiculous.” He smiles, tilting his head up, “But I love you.” He kisses your lips, “So much.”
“I love you.” You kiss him one last time before he stands up, “Wear the grey sweatshirt. I love you in that.”
“What so you can troll me harder?” He laughs as he pulls the grey hoodie off of the hanger, and you nod with a smile, “How’d you know?”
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Thanks for reading! I love you so much! If you want a Matt one or whoever, let me know! 🖤 catch you in the next one!
something short and ridiculous just for fun. inspired by an idea from @tweenlove-n-hate
also posted on ao3!
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Listen- Galinda isn’t actually sure how it happens, she swears. All she knows is one minute, Elphaba is there, she is standing in the room as Galinda closes her eyes and clenches her toes and waves that stupid, silly training wand through the air.
One minute, Elphaba is there. The next, there is nothing but the plant.
Yes. That’s right. A plant. A small, potted plant, of indiscernible species, rich green in color and with four skinny, slightly pointy leaves sticking out of the dirt.
Galinda gapes at it, looking around as though waiting for Elphaba to jump out and say “gotcha!” She never does. Heart pounding, panic rising, Galinda steps up to the little pot. She leans down so her face is level with its leaves.
“Elphie?” she whispers.
The plant does not answer her, but she swears she sees a leaf wave. Fuck.
She needs to get Fiyero.
***
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean I don’t know, Fiyero! One second Elphaba was here, and the next- poof! She’s gone! And that is sitting in her place!”
Fiyero groans, rubbing at his temples. “You turned your roommate into a plant.”
“I didn’t mean to!” Galinda wails. She’s been going crazy all morning, apologizing to the little plant, moving it into the sun, taking it out of the sun when she worried that would burn it.
“I don’t know how to take care of a plant, Fiyero, help me!”
“Oh, well, here’s a thought, how about turning her back into a person!”
“I’ve tried that!”
“What about Morrible?”
“Morrible? Madame Morrible? She would kill me!”
“Well- you may have killed Elphaba!”
“I didn’t kill her- she’s right there!”
“As a PLANT!”
The conversation continues in that vein, none of which is all that helpful. Fiyero eventually leaves, saying he’ll see if he can find anyone who knows more than them about plant care. To care. For the plant. Which is also, possibly, maybe, probably, her friend.
Galinda has owned exactly one plant in her life. It was a cactus. And it died.
She may or may not be freaking out.
***
Taking care of plant-Elphie is stressful.
She needs water but not too much. Sun, but not too much. The room has to be warm, but not too warm.
Galinda keeps moving the pot around, trying to find the place where it looks and feels the best. She watches closely for any signs, for the stems to wiggle or the leaves to wave. Something.
“We have class soon, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. It’s been three hours. She’s already losing hair.
“I know how much you hate to miss class.” Galinda sighs, tapping her nails on her chin in thought. She could just…bring Elphie with her. Surely, their professor wouldn’t mind. She’s quiet, non-disruptive. She can just sit on Galinda’s desk- that way she’ll still be able to listen to the lesson.
“Okay, sounds like a plan!”
Galinda continues to chatter to Elphie as she gets ready, frowning when she realizes that the little red pot Elphie is sitting in will clash with her uniform. “Hm.” Galinda doesn’t have time to wait for paint to dry and she has no other appropriately sized and colored pots on hand.
Rustling around for her spellbook--cringing as she remembers what happened last time--Galinda flips to the bookmarked page for color changes. This is the first spell she ever mastered. Closing her eyes, she carefully casts the spell on the pot.
Only the pot.
She blinks one eye open cautiously, carefully, and beams when she sees it’s been a success. The little green plant now sits in a delightfully pink pot. “Perfect!” Galinda cries. She reaches over and pats a leaf gently with a single fingertip. “Pink goes so well with green.”
***
Galinda makes sure to bring Elphie to every class- her friends noting the green girl’s absence but accepting Galinda’s explanation with minimal raised eyebrows and questioning remarks. Galinda keeps a close eye on the pot, making sure it’s not too close to the edge of her desk where someone may bump into it and knock it off.
In between classes, when usually she’d study with Elphaba, she instead takes some scrap pieces of cloth and stitches Elphie her own little bag, placing it carefully around the pot. She smiles, nodding sharply, and then turns back to her research on reversing spells.
At lunch, she rocks back and forth on worried heels, eyeing the options and then eyeing the pot. “I don’t think plants eat food, Galinda,” Pfannee reminds her. “Just sun and water.”
“What about fertilizer?”
“Well, that’s to grow, right? How long do you expect Elphie to remain in there?”
He’s right. Galinda sighs. She was meant to go to the library later that day to try and find some new books to help her turn Elphie back. She’s a lovely plant, very pretty really, but Galinda would really rather have a human roommate.
***
“It’s not working.” Galinda growls under her breath, resisting the urge to run her hands through her perfectly curled hair in frustration. She’s tried every reversal spell she can think of, and Elphie is still a plant.
At this point- Galinda is going to have to give up and go to Madame Morrible for help. And then she’s really going to want to cry.
“Oh, don’t be sad, Elphie. I promise I’ll figure it out.”
Galinda has now pinned a small pink bow to Elphie’s pot. Just to make her feel a little prettier. Her leaves were just a touch bland, not that Galinda would ever say anything. She’s not sure why Elphie isn’t a flowering plant. Elphie is much too beautiful to just be a handful of leaves.
Galinda sighs, slumping down in her chair and reaching over to pull the pot to her chest, one arm wrapped securely around it. “I’ve got you,” she mumbles. “Don’t worry, Elphie. I’ll fix this.”
***
Galinda tries closing her eyes. She tries spinning around. She tries yelling and waving and leaping. She sticks her tongue out. She clenches her butt cheeks. She does just about every trick in the book, wand waving through the air, and she gets no closer to a human Elphie.
It evening now, and Galinda had almost had a breakdown when she realized there’d be no sun. What if Elphie got cold? What if she got hungry? Plants ate sunlight, right? What if she starved to death overnight?!!
Galinda ends up calling the boys over, getting them to pore over books with her. Elphie sits carefully in front of the stack of books, a pen balanced across the top of her pot because Galinda didn’t want her feeling left out.
“Anything?” Galinda asks, hours later.
Both boys shake their heads sadly. Boq leans back on his hands, rolling his neck after hours spent bent over books. Galinda watches him anxiously. She’ll have to tell his girlfriend tomorrow if she still hasn’t fixed this.
Nessarose deserved to know her sister is a plant.
Actually. Speaking of--
“Where is Nessa?” she asks.
Boq blinks at her. “She’s with her father today. He’s in town for something and wanted to meet up, so she’s not getting back until late tonight or early tomorrow morning.”
Oh, right. Elphaba had mentioned something about that. She hadn’t seemed very pleased her father was in town.
Galinda goes back to her books, muttering spells to herself and glancing up occasionally to see if anything has changed. Elphie remains the same, skinny leaves shining in the lamplight. Eventually, Galinda knows they have to call it quits.
She’ll need to confess everything in the morning. Dread pools in her stomach at the idea of facing Morrible.
“Hey, Galinda, I think I figured out what kind of plant she is,” Fiyero calls out. He turns a gardening book around, tapping the page. “She’s an artichoke!”
Galinda stares, horrified, for all of five seconds before she bursts into sobs.
***
Perhaps it’s a cruel form of karma. The universe teaching her a lesson for being so very mean those first few weeks of school.
Galinda shoos the boys out with tears still dripping off her cheeks, slamming the door shut and crossing the room to collapse in front of the little pot. She stares at it, sniffling loudly.
“I’m so sorry, Elphie,” she says. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”
Galinda checks how dry the soil is. She inspects the leaves for any spots or discoloration. She triple checks the thermometer telling her how warm the room is. And then, just in case, she wraps the pot in Elphaba’s favorite gray blanket and places it on her nightstand.
She sings to it as she goes about her nighttime routine, voice echoing through the room. Something soft and loving. Something sweet. And then, when there’s nothing else to do, she sits crosslegged on her bed with the pot in her lap, gazing forlornly at Elphie’s tiny leaves.
The room feels a bit too big and empty with just her in it. She sniffles again, new tears crowding her eyes. She misses Elphaba, even if it’s really only been a single day. Even if she knows Elphie is right here, in her lap.
It’s not the same.
Galinda sucks in a shaky inhale. She blinks quickly, wiping at a stray tear with a knuckle. “Hey, Elphie?” she says quietly. “Can I tell you a secret?”
The plant doesn’t respond, but she really hopes its listening.
“I really missed you today. We didn’t get to eat breakfast together. Or lunch. Or dinner. And we didn’t study after history. And we didn’t nap together after lunch. And we didn’t take a walk in the gardens before nightfall. And- And-” Galinda swallows hard, a real secret sitting behind her tongue. “And I really missed you.”
She had. It’s the truth. Even running around trying to figure this out all day, she kept turning to look for Elphaba. She kept reaching for Elphaba’s hand. She kept opening her mouth to tell her something or ask a question or seek reassurance. She hadn’t realized how important Elphaba had grown to her everyday life.
How much Galinda needed her.
Galinda brushes a fingertip down a soft leaf’s edge. “I need you, Elphie,” she whispers. “Please.”
Her eyes slide shut, her magic swells, and Galinda hopes and hopes and hopes. But when she opens her eyes, all she sees is the same four leaves, still and unmoving and unchanging.
What if some spells are never reversible?
Galinda places Elphie gently on her nightstand again, tucking her blanket around her. She has a cup of water waiting nearby in case Elphie is thirsty in the morning. She’s moved her nightstand so it’ll catch the sun’s first rays through the window.
Lastly, Galinda reaches over and taps her finger gently against the edge of the pot, pulling on her magic and letting a wave of black coat the outer shell of the pot. After all- Elphie would hate to wear pink pajamas to bed.
“Goodnight, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. “I love you.”
***
Sunlight wakes Galinda slowly, the blonde humming under her breath as she stretches languidly and cracks her jaw on a yawn. She blinks her eyes open, brow scrunching. Was she forgetting something?
With a gasp, Galinda shoots up, looking over to her bedside table. Which.
Is empty.
Galinda screams.
It echoes around the room, piercing and shrill, her foggy, freshly-woken mind flooded with panic. She’s still screaming when Elphaba bursts out of the bathroom door, toothbrush in her mouth and eyes wild as she searches the room for a threat.
“What- What is it?! What are you screaming about?”
Galinda gapes, mouth wide open. She stares and stares, Elphaba staring, bewildered, right back. And. Then.
Galinda screams.
It goes on for long enough that Elphaba dives across the bed and slams her hand over Galinda’s mouth. “Galinda!” Elphaba hisses. “You’re going to wake the whole school! What is the problem?”
Her voice softens then, hand loosening. “Did you have a bad dream?”
Galinda thinks she’s still dreaming, actually. “Y-you’re here,” she croaks out.
“Um. Yes?”
“B-b-but-- The plant?”
Elphaba blinks, rocking back. After a second, her eyes light up with understanding. “Oh! That little guy. Yeah, I put him over there by the window, see? I about knocked him over when I bumped into your nightstand this morning, which- I don’t know why it was all the way out there.”
Galinda follows Elphaba’s finger to a little black pot on the desk by the window, four skinny leaves and a tiny pink bow. “I see you gave him a makeover,” Elphaba teases.
Galinda swallows hard, mouth dry and head hurting. “He?”
“Uhhh. Or she, that’s fine. I don’t think plants have a preference.”
Galinda thinks she may combust. “You- you aren’t a plant?”
“What?” Elphaba huffs out a startled laugh. “Um, no? No, I’m pretty sure I’m very human.”
Galinda squeaks, scrambling out of her bed. She sways, blinking spots from her vision as Elphaba reaches for her. “You were never a plant?”
“Nnnoo…Galinda are you okay?”
Galinda looks at the pot. She looks at Elphaba. She looks back at the pot.
She kind of wants to scream again.
“I-I-I thought--”
“Wait.” Elphaba’s lips twitch, laughter bubbling in her chest. “Did you think I turned into a plant? That plant?”
Galinda’s veins are shaking. “Yes!”
“Why in all of Oz would you--”
“You weren’t here! You disappeared! And-and- there was just that in your place!”
Elphaba laughs openly now, nearly doubling over in mirth. “Galinda,” she wheezes. “Galinda, I told you I was leaving and going with Nessa into the city. You were so locked in on whatever spell you were practicing that you weren’t paying me any attention.”
Galinda gapes at her, breathless.
“I got the plant as a joke, remember? From the gardening club?” Elphaba shakes her head fondly. “You weren’t listening to a thing I said yesterday morning, were you?”
Galinda thinks she’d very much like to be a plant now.
“So, so you were never--”
“I can assure you, I was never a plant. I was in the city all day. Nessa can vouch for me.”
A beat passes. All the air gusts out of Galinda and she collapses back to the bed with a groan, flopping onto her back and throwing an arm over her face. “I spent all day--”
Elphaba laughs again. “Well, I guess that explains the black paintjob. Though- a bow? Really?”
Galinda moves her arm to glare upward. “The whole pot was pink yesterday,” she sniffs.
Elphaba cocks a single eyebrow.
“Hey! Pink goes well with green.”
At that, Elphaba grins, rolling her eyes fondly. “It so does,” she finishes.
She’s still chuckling to herself, backlit by morning light in a way that creates a little halo around her figure. Her eyes are mirthful and bright, her teeth flashing in a smile. She looks so--
She’s so--
Oz, Galinda had missed her.
“Hey, Elphie?” she questions. She swallows hard, looking at the plant one last time. “Tell me a secret.”
“What?” Elphaba blinnks, thrown. “We only do that at night,” she reminds.
Galinda gives her a shaky, nervous smile. “You weren’t here last night,” she whispers. “And I really missed you.”
Elphaba softens, reaching out and taking Galinda’s hand when the blonde waves it around in the air. She moves closer, standing over Galinda’s flopped down form. “I missed you, too,” she says gently.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Galinda smiles, dimple popping and eyes crinkling. A feeling like honey spreads through her, slow and warm. She doesn’t want to wait until tonight. She doesn’t want to wait another second.
“Hey, Elphie?”
“Yeah?”
Galinda slowly turns their joined hands over, palms up, Galinda’s hand cupping Elphaba’s. There, sprouting in the center of Elphaba’s green palm, is a single brilliant poppy. A little plant magic. For luck.
“What’s this for?” Elphaba asks.
“For you.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
The poppy quivers, its petals shaking as Elphaba does. She gapes down at Galinda, emerald eyes wide. Then--
“I love you, too.”
Galinda beams. Elphaba blushes. The poppy dances. On the desk by the window- a little plant stretches just a little taller.
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(maybe I'll do other celebrities, but only when i feel comfortable enough.)
