Three Broadway heroines, one drawn from a novel, one from a biography, and one from a film, have very different back stories. But they share a common catalyst: Phillipa Soo.
The actress this spring will accomplish an unusual trifecta: Three roles she helped originate will be on Broadway at the same time.
Mr. Kail still remembers the cold winter night when he first saw Ms. Soo in “Great Comet.” He was seated with theater industry professionals at the makeshift supper club that was the show’s set at Ars Nova.
“I remember sitting there and saying ‘Who’s going to do it? Which of you is going to take this incandescent talent and share her in the world?’ ” he said. “She is lit from within.”
As it turned out, it was Mr. Kail who helped give Ms. Soo her big break. He was putting together a diverse cast for a reading of the second act of “Hamilton,” and invited Ms. Soo, whose paternal grandparents were immigrants from China, to join, convinced that she would make a good scene partner with Lin-Manuel Miranda, the show’s writer and star. Mr. Miranda read as Alexander Hamilton; Ms. Soo as his wife, Eliza.
She knew nothing about the Hamiltons. “I Wikipedia-ed Eliza, and didn’t really find a whole lot — just that she had a lot of children,” Ms. Soo said. But she knew a bit more about Mr. Miranda, having seen video of his performance of a song from “Hamilton” at the White House a few years earlier.
By 2014, Ms. Soo had committed to “Hamilton,” meaning that she would be unable to continue with “Great Comet,” which was being refigured for Broadway, ultimately with the pop singer Josh Groban as its star.
“Of course I felt sad not to have the full experience,” she said. “But all three of these opportunities came when I was ready to be in the creative process again.”
The character of Eliza is challenging — every night, the actress playing the part must grieve her husband’s infidelity, mourn their lost child, and, finally, close the show envisioning her own death.
“Sometimes I would look out and see the audience, sometimes I would look out and see my grandmother, and sometimes I would look out and see Alexander,” she said.
The smash musical made Ms. Soo much better known — her anguished solo, “Burn,” is a highlight of the cast recording — and Mr. Kail said he always knew she would move on.
“‘Hamilton’ is how a few people in the world got to know her,” he said. “But she’s just getting started.” […]
U know how in winter it gets soo cold that u think u’ll never be hot again but then in summer it gets soo hot nd u think u’ll never be cold again I think that’s like how it is with ur feelings like when ur sad u may think u’ll never be happy again nd when ur happy u may think u’ll never be sad. But u’ll be hot again nd u’ll be cold again nd u’ll be sad again but most importantly u’ll be happy again ! life goes on
Have you some favorites Kaisoo fanfiction? :) Can you please post their link here? Thank you from small country Czech republic! :3
I’ve been to Prague anon!! :D it’s a beautiful city~
Yes ofc, i’ve done some requests like this before here, hereand here ^o^ you can check those too, and my fic rec tag as well! (there’s other kd fics in there)
But i’ll link some of my absolute favorite ones again, for you annonie! :)
• Knocked Up (+ sequel: This Is Seventeen) (Highschool!au, romance, fluff, mpreg. Basically, KD has a crush on each other, they hook up at a party, Soo gets pregnant, and they need to deal with that :—-) Absolutely fenomenal!!!)
• A Bloody Heir (Wolf!au, romance, smut. So Nini is a wolf and suddenly realizes that human!Soo is his mate, although he tries hard to fight it at first, he’s not doing such a good job xD)
• A Beast In Repose (Romance, smut, lil angst. A modern day version of Beauty and the Beast. Kyungsoo starts working as a housemaid/caretaker for jongin, who’s had an injury on his face that has led him to never leave his house and become really cold.. Soo is intimidated by him, but it’s not cuz of his face. Beautiful story T__T)
• Treacherous (College!au, romance, smut. KD has been silently crushing on each other, and one day they hook up and instantly fall for one another. But they need to keep it a secret cuz of reasons)
• The Guardian (Fluff, romance. Love love love love this fic. Kyungsoo is an asthmatic and Jongin takes really good care of him <3)
• With You(Domestic!au, romance, fluff. Soo’s got a kid, and Nini helps him babysit T___T)
• Just Say (I Do)(Wedding planner!au, romance, fluff. Soo is a wedding planner and is currently planning CB’s wedding, but they decide to ditch him to go on a vacay lol, so jongin (Yeol’s best man) has to step up and help Soo plan the wedding instead :——) hehe)
Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?
Words: 1757 (you had waited so long so extra 400 words for you)
Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, sexual content (not even “some”), presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug, violence, wounds, mention of abuse in the family, not-very-graphic rape. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.
A/N(IMPORTANT): As you see I’m back! Thank you again for almost 1000 followers! Check out my “I’m back” post. I hope you will like this part. According to your requests, I created the tag list, so if you want to be on it let me know. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again.
Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. As always the thoughts are write in italic.
“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
I looked at his face. His eyes were concerned on my arm. He was looking at the big bruise. Not thinking what I am doing I touched the purple mark.
“Fuck” I mumbled when the sharp pain run through my arm.
“Did you picked me up from the party?” I asked, and his eyes move to my face.
“No” he took a pause “I found you at near to the Drive-In” Near to?
I stumble again, but the strong hand caught me again.
“Maybe you take off your shoes” I couldn’t locate the source of the words. Maybe they were from my head. I looked at my feet, and I realised that they were bare. Where did my shoes go? I looked around. The Reggie’s house was just a little dot of light in the distance. How long was I walking?
“Everything is fine” the voice, or maybe just a whisper in my head repeat itself. Fine. F i n e. F i n e.
“Yeah, it is” I tried to say, but my mouth didn’t move.
“What? What, the hell, I would be doing in the Drive-In? What the hell were you doing in the Drive-In in the middle of the night!” Suddenly I felt that I started crying. I wanted the answer, but at the same time, I didn’t want to hear it. Near. I wasn’t prepared to hear it.
I stood up, took the clothes out of his hands and run into the bathroom closing the door when I stepped over the doorsill.
My eyelids felt soo heavy. I wanted to sleep. Now. I stopped and tried to sit on the ground but I couldn’t. Something was stopping me.
“Not here” the low voice, somewhere, from someone. Where is it coming from?
Cold air on my face. The stand of my hair in my eyes, when I was shaking my head. The world turned into one colourful stain. It is beautiful. The sudden pain run through my cheek. All of my thoughts stopped. I touched my face. My cheek was burning.
I looked into the face in the mirror. It can’t be me. The (Y/H/C) tangled hair was covered in the dirt and dried blood. The big bruise on my left cheek was reaching my eyebrow and eye. I lightly touched it with my fingertips, but I quickly moved my hand back when I felt the pain. My face was covered with lots of small cuts. My hands were shaking when I pulled Jughead’s T-shirt off over my head. I closed my eyes.
I couldn’t control my breath. I sat on the cold floor. I covered my head with my hands. The tears started to flow. I heard the quiet knocking to the door.
The ground moved. Or maybe I moved. The ground was growing apart from me. Am I flying? Yes, I am definitely flying. Something was touching my right cheek; I touched it with the free hand. Where is my other hand? It was hair? Yes! Beautiful hair. Soft, soft hair. I rubbed the strain around my finger. So beautiful. I smiled. I am not flying someone is carrying me. Is it my dad?I remember that my dad used to carry me like that. I pulled the strain of hair harder. I want it. Some weird noise. Is it a word? I felt that something pulled my hand from that hair. Pain in my arm. I closed my eyes. Soo beautiful.
“(Y/N)” Jughead’s voice was more like a whisper. The doors move slightly but he didn’t press the handle. Probably he leant against the door. I moved closer to the door. But I didn’t answer. I cried and cried. He didn’t say anything else, but his present made me feel safe. Knowing that someone is near was good. Finally, I calmed down.
“Did you dress this… my… wounds” my voice was hoarse.
“Yes,” I was grateful that he didn’t try to talk sooner, that he was just sitting there. Suddenly I realised that I am embarrassed. He saw me like that when even I couldn’t look at myself. He was seeing me all that time when I woke up and when he was talking to me in the morning and he didn’t even twitch. I covered my face with my hands, but I felt the pain.
“I need to know what happened” I felt that the tears appeared on my face again.
“Okay,” his voice made me calmer.
I needed to shower. I probably needed to change the dressing. “I think first I need to take a shower.”
“Okay” he repeated
I closed my eyes. I peeled all the dressings. And I stepped into the shower. The water started to flow. I ignored the pain when water touched my wounds. It felt good. I stand under the shower till water falling on the tiles wasn’t red anymore. Then I turned off the water.
I saw big white towel near to sink. I dried myself and looked in the mirror. The long cut on my back, small cuts under my ribs, a lot of bruises all over my body. I couldn’t look at myself.
I felt that we suddenly turned left. I opened my eyes. The light for the streets was becoming more and more distant. The smell of the woods. I loved that smell. I smiled, when I was little, we use to go to a picnic with my parents. We are going to picnic. My dad is carrying me. Is it my mum. Yeah, she is walking right after us. But why she stopped. “Mum!” I wanted to shout but now words fell from my mouth. I tried again but I only opened and closed my mouth. Where is she now? Archie, Archie were is Archie? Is he carrying me? The branches were cutting my face. The woods, woods were good. The woods meant safe.
I wrapped the towel around my body when two bruises on my collarbone caught my attention. They were medium-sized, almost round. It’s just like… I felt sick. I managed to reach the toilet before I thrown up. I heard that the doors opened and I felt that Jughead hold my hair. He put his hand on my back, but he quickly moved it away when I cringed.
“I will bring you a glass of water.”
I sat on the floor and tried to calm my breath.
Suddenly I felt that I was falling. Or maybe flying. Maybe both or neither. My feets touched the ground. Cold dirt, small branches, leafs. Suddenly soft lips crashed hard on my lips. Big hands on my back. Unknown lips separated from mine. I looked how they moved. They were saying some. I didn’t hear the words. Any words. “Zipper”? “Facking zipper”? That’s it! I smiled. I guessed the words. I felt the cold on my back and then the sound of tearing material or maybe first there was a sound. I wasn’t sure…
After couple minutes Jughead was back with the glass of water and the first-aid kit. I took the glass, and I drank it.
“You should probably dress this wound on your back because the blood already seeped through the towel.”
“Fuck. Jughead I am so sorry! I ruined your towel. I will buy you new one”
“Calm down. It’s okay.”
“But your towel?”
“It wasn’t expensive or something” he smiled. And put the first-aid kit on the sink. And stood up. I bit my lip. Fuck.
“I will probably need help with my back” I felt that I started to blush.
“Okay,” he said, and I saw that he is also blushing. He took the first-aid kit and stood there not knowing what to do. It is equally awkward for the two of us. I stood up, brushed my hair aside and slid down the towel, so the wound was visible.
I hissed when he wiped the wound with disinfectant.
Jughead has really warm hands. He quickly finished. I was really impressed.
“You are good at it,” I said when I looked at the mirror.
“Yeah, sometimes there are things you just need to learn” he mumbled.
He didn’t answer, and he walked out.
Lips on my lips. Lips on my neck. Hands on my back. Lover and lover. Why am I soo cold? Why is the room cold? The sound of breaking branches I have to turn the heater. But where is the heater? I tried to take a step back, but I couldn’t locate my legs. Do I have legs? Now I was sure that I was falling. Sharp pain in my back, even worse in my head. My eyes are soo heavy.
I put on Jughead’s clothes and brushed my hair. Using someone’s brush was weird, but in this situation, I couldn’t care less. I looked into to mirror and signed. I walked out of the bathroom. The smell of grilled cheese directed me to the kitchen.
“I guess I should make pancakes, but my cooking skills aren’t so significant,” Jughead said when I walked into the kitchen.
“Don’t be ridiculous, sandwiches with grilled cheese are perfect,” I said and smiled
“Do you want coffee or orange juice?”
“Juice is fine.”
“It’s in the fridge. Glasses are here,” he said and pointed the cabinet behind Jughead.
The kitchen was very very small. I took one glass
“Do you want juice too?”
“Why would I say glasses in plural if I wouldn’t?”
I rolled my eyes. I took another glass and opened the fridge. It was almost empty. What am I talking about it was completely empty! The only thing inside was the carton of orange juice and bottle of ketchup. I looked at Jughead who was putting the sandwiches on the plates. I realised that I didn’t know anything about this guy. This morning we had the first conversation. Well, probably yesterday was our first. I felt that shiver run through my body. I didn’t want to think about it when we were eating. But how is it possible that I felt so comfortable next to the stranger.
How did I end in his bed? Did I sleep with him? What happened yesterday? “Are my guesses real?” I took the carton and closed the fridge.
Wendy knocked on the Mystery
Shack door. She was expecting Stan to
open it, but to her surprise, it was Soos.
“Hey, dude!” Soos said
excitedly, pulling her into a hug.
“Hey, Soos,” Wendy said,
attempting to break from Soos’ intense embrace.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t
you supposed to be spending Thanksgiving with Abuelita?”
“Nah, she went on a day trip
with some of the other ladies from her Bingo Night,” Soos said.
“Oh. That sucks.”
“It just means I get to spend
Thanksgiving at my favorite place on Earth!”
Wendy looked the ramshackle dwelling over.
“…That’s one way to describe the
Shack,” she said slowly. “Mr. Pines said
that he had a lumberjack emergency and I was the cheapest person he could find
on short notice. What’s going on?”
“Oh, right. The ‘lumberjack emergency’,” Soos said,
making air quotes. Wendy squinted at
“Seriously, dude. What’s going on?”
“Come on in, you’ll see,” Soos
said gleefully. He moved aside so that
she could walk into the shack. Wendy
walked in carefully. Within a few steps,
she had been immersed in a cornucopia of holiday scents.
“Did Mr. Pines spring for
holiday-themed candles or something?” she asked. “It actually smells…nice in here.”
“Please,” someone scoffed from
the kitchen. Wendy looked over. She couldn’t decide whether to be amused or
confused by the sight of Stan Pines in an apron and large oven mitts. “Everyone knows that scented candles are a
conspiracy by the EPA.”
“Uh…what?” Wendy said. Stan waved a gloved hand.
“It’d take too long to tell you
right now. If you want, I’ll tell you
over turkey, though.”
“Turkey?” Wendy looked back and forth between Stan and
“Haven’t you figured it out,
yet, kid?” Stan asked.
“Figured what out?” Wendy
asked. Soos looked at Stan eagerly.
“Can I tell her?”
“Yeah, sure. I gotta check on the sweet potatoes,” Stan
said, turning his back and going into the kitchen.
“Sweet potatoes?” Wendy muttered
to herself, confused.
“Dude, it’s Thanksgiving at the
Mystery Shack!” Soos enthused.
“Well, yeah, today’s
Thanksgiving. And we’re at the Mystery
“Hot damn,” Wendy said
quietly. She frowned at Soos. “Why?”
“Last year, Mr. Pines overheard
you say that your family doesn’t do ‘traditional Thanksgiving’.”
“Yeah, chopping down the largest
sycamore you can find, carving it into an animal, and then hunting your own
dinner is pretty different from watching a football game. Or whatever it is normal families do.”
“Mr. Pines also heard you say
that you weren’t gonna be doing the Thanksgiving thing your family does this
“I said that a month ago! He remembered?”
“I have to help him find his pants
when he loses them, but he remembers something I said to Tambry a month ago?”
“Yeah!” Wendy looked over at the kitchen. She could hear Stan humming. Humming.
“But why is he doing all this? He’s a grumpy old man; he shouldn’t be making
us dinner.” Soos put an arm around Wendy’s
“Dude, he’s like a candy. Hard on the outside, soft on the inside.”
“Uh-huh. I don’t buy it. Why is he really
doing this?” Wendy said, crossing her arms.
“You wanna know the truth, dude?”
“I think he’s lonely.” Wendy blinked.
“Yeah. He gets like this around the holidays a
lot. And around June, for some reason,
too. I think he misses spending time
with his family.”
“Then why doesn’t he call them?” Soos looked at her. Wendy blinked, realization sinking in. “You think that we’re his-”
“Maybe I’m imagining things,”
Soos said with a shrug. “But he’s always
been there for me. Even when he pretends
to not care, it’s pretty obvious he does.”
Wendy thought back to the little things that Stan would do sometimes,
like giving her a raise to “get the IRS off his back” at around the time her
family was low on cash. Or “cleaning out
his fridge” when her dad worked long hours and no one at home could cook meals.
“Huh. I never noticed that before.”
“Don’t tell him I told you,
though. He likes to pretend he’s a tough
guy, when deep down, he’s a sap just like the rest of us,” Soos said
“Soos, Wendy, get in here! The turkey’s gonna get cold.”
“Shit, love, is it cold in here to you?” Alfie asked as he stood in the doorway, shaking snow off his boots. It had just taken him twice the normal time to get home, the car stalling and getting stuck in the cold. He was tired and couldn’t afford an argument if he tracked snow on your carpet.
“Yeah…” You said, greeting him with a kiss while a huge blanket was draped around you.
“Well for starters, it’s been snowing for days, it’s bloody zero degrees and I ran out of matches for the fire.”
The fact that Kyungsoo cares about Jongin’s health way more than Jongin, himself does caught me guard off sometimes 🙊😍
Let’s get it straight, ppl. The colors, the patterns on the scarfs scream kyungsoo. I mean Jongin is not the type to bother abt wearing a scarf and never forget that Kyungsoo always carries the cold medicine in ‘his’ bag bcuz Jongin catches the cold often. 👀
I see what you did there, Soo 😙
Genre: Angst, the sad kind; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU; a hint of comedy because I can’t write proper angst
Summary: You knew he was the one from the moment you met him. To him, a friend was all you were and would ever be.
Word Count: 2,8K
“(Y/n)! Come on! Your future husband is here!” Your sister called from downstairs. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement.
You had never met Joonmyeon before but you knew that according to the law the two of you were meant to marry each other. That made the situation awkward, to say the least. It meant that there would be the awkward first meeting, first date, first kiss, and wedding. You were sure you wouldn’t be as lucky as your sister who had married the most wonderful woman that completed her.
“Coming!” You called out nevertheless and took a deep breath before opening the door of your room and heading downstairs. You had barely walked down three steps when you heard his voice. It was melodic, he was laughing at something your sister’s fiancee had said. It was at that moment that you changed your mind – you were ready to meet him finally.
“There s/he is!” Your mother’s voice called out, “Come on down, (Y/n)! Joonmyeon has been waiting for you!”
With another deep breath taken in, you walked down the flight of the stairs and over to the living room where your family was waiting for you. You offered him a shy smile to which he responded with a blinding kind grin. He was more handsome than the photos had let you on.
“Hello! You must be (Y/n), right? I’m glad I finally get to meet you!” Joonmyeon declared and walked over to give you a tight hug, swinging you from side to side as his arms wrapped around you.
This had to be the happiest day of your life.
Kyungsoo frowned, his narrowed eyes following the swift movements of Joonmyeon as the said cafe owner flirted with yet another customer while preparing a cup of hot tea. There was a wide bright smile on Joonmyeon’s face as per usual. You loved his smile and Kyungsoo knew it.
Your friend then sighed and murmured to you, “You still haven’t told him?”
Summary: Baekhyun is studying himself into an early grave. Chanyeol is giving Baekhyun’s number out to the people he pisses off. Kyungsoo just wants a bedroom with a door
Reasons Why You Submitted: *wipes tear* so this is like THE MOST relatable fic of all regarding what it feels like to go through uni along with the truckload of inseurites about the future and stuff. Yet it’s light-ish. And fluffy. It’t has that proverbial Baeksoo dynamic we all love with Soo being kinda cold and very blunt and has murderous tendencies but still he’s a cute little button and Baek is just a noisy and hella smug little shit. AND THE WRITING!!! cuz damn the writing matters. beautiful af. beautiful af in the way, super fun sentene structure and kind of rambly, but niiiiiiceee rambly in the way that you totally feel like you’re in baek’s head. Oh! and chanbaek friendship. Super goood chanbaek friendship. Chanbaek friendships r the beeest. Uhm, idk what else to say to advertise this fic, but i really hope this suffices cuz WHOA. WHOAAA. if u went like WHOAAA after reading, pls let the author know how much WHOAAA u felt :D
Lady Hae is the doctor that will help bring Hae Soo back to life in the modern times, and she takes an special interest in this young girl because she feels a sisterly bond with her.
She puts her in contact with her former brother-in-law, modern!Baek Ah, who becomes great friends with her almost right away, who in turn directs her to modern!Lady Oh, who runs a rather successful spa, known for being eco-friendly and, with her knowledge in herbs, Hae Soo is hired almost instantly.
One day, Baek Ah drags some of his brothers/step-brothers/cousins to go to check the place out and to visit Hae Soo and among them is modern!Wang So, who has recently come back from the military and has several scars he feels a bit self-conscious about but Hae Soo doesn’t care, and of course they’re both smitten with one another and they get together and everyone’s happy.
Bok Sun lives with her younger sibling. She runs a street stand. Bok Sun
is slow, but when people angers her she goes crazy. That’s why she is
known as the “crazy woman”.
One day, cold-blooded killer Tae Soo appears in front of her. To hide
his secret, he kills Bok Sun’s younger sibling. Bok Sun then goes after
Tae Soo for revenge, but Tae Soo goes after Bok Sun.
Hey, I just discovered your blog, and I love it. Do you think you could do a Captain Cold x reader? Thanks for not doing smut, too many blogs do it and it makes me soo uncomfortable.” -tinkerbelldetective
Pairing: Leonard Snart (Captain Cold) x Reader
Based on The Business by X Ambassadors
A/N: You’re welcome. (:
You could feel his heartbeat under the palm of your hand and you were so warm that you did not want to move. Not even an inch. But when the alarm to your left started blaring, jerking him awake, you sighed in annoyance at the digital thing resting on his side of the bed. You muttered incoherent curse words under your breath as he sat up, knocking you out of your comfortable position, and ended the annoying buzzing noise.