killer instinct - a collection of the best showtunes sung by villains
always a woman - 9 to 5: the musical // the bottom line - newsies // evil woman - xanadu // don’t be the bunny - urinetown // i’d fuck me - silence! // i want the good times back - the little mermaid // forbidden fruit - the apple tree // evil is hot - the toxic avenger // they don’t know - thoroughly modern millie // the hammer - matilda // spread a little sunshine - pippin // aftershocks - next to normal // pretty women - sweeney todd // forever yours - once on this island // killer instinct - bring it on: the musical // suppertime - little shop of horrors // meant to be yours - heathers: the musical // superstar - jesus christ superstar
killer female solos that are really amazing volume two
01. don’t rain on my parade funny girl / 02. don;t cry for me argentina evita / 03. i don’t know how to love him jesus christ superstar / 04. over the moon rent / 05. now that i’ve seen her miss saigon / 06. i’m not that girl wicked / 07. memory cats / 08. castle on a cloud les miserables / 09. the world above the little mermaid / 10. sun and moon (reprise) miss saigon / 11. when you’re good to mama chicago / 12. popular wicked / 13. as long as he needs me oliver! / 14. kindergarten boyfriend heathers / 15. didn’t i see this movie? next to normal / 16. i can’t do it alone chicago / 17. naughty matilda / 18. wishing you were somehow here again the phantom of the opera / 19. always starting over if/then / 20. i have a dream mamma mia! / 21.beauty and the beast beauty and the beast / 22. there are worst things i could do grease / 23. i miss the mountains next to normal / 24. pathetic matilda / 25. what the fuck? if/then
￼Request: Hi can a request a fluffy Loki x reader fic where the reader is in a situation where she cannot talk often (maybe her voice causes glass to crack and shatter and people to fall unconscious) instead she uses actions to convey her feelings. when Loki arrives with his brother for redemption he tries to get her to talk by annoying her to no avail. They’re alone one time and the reader snaps telling him to stop; he falls unconscious and she cares for him until he comes to. Please and thank you!!
Requested By: Anonymous
Word Count: 1, 988
Warnings: None (I think)
A/N: First Loki imagine, wooo! I hope you all enjoy, especially all you Loki fans out there. It was a refreshing change to write about him, so I’m glad I got the chance! If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! FYI, (Y/E/C) means ‘your eye color.’ Enjoy!
Loki was not happy. Not happy at all. Why wasn’t he happy? Because he was on Midguard. And what was wrong with being on Midguard? Thor, his brother was there. And he was stuck with him.
“Brother, do not worry. I’m sure that my comrades will not hate you. That much,” Thor comforted, slapping his brother on the back.
Stumbling forward, Loki looked back at his brother and scowled. “Oh, yes. I’m sure those mortals just love me after all that I did.”
Sighing, Thor looked at his brother. “You knew not what you were doing. Besides, you are repentant.”
“Am I?” Loki sassed back, earning a disapproving look from the ‘better’ sibling.
“Well, you will be. At least once they are through with you.”
Rolling his eyes, Loki trudged along beside his brother, looking up at the building. Sure, it was impressive for Midguard standards, but not for Asgard. If that was even his home anymore.
“Welcome, to the Avengers,” Thor announced, pushing open the glass doors with ease.
This will be just great, Loki thought to himself as he followed his oaf of a brother inside.
Well, could be going a lot worse, Loki thought as his brother’s teammates glared down at him.
“Why do we have to keep him here again?” Clint asked through gritted teeth, glaring at Loki. Hand tight on his bow, he never removed his eyes from the god.
“Look, I’m not excited about reindeer games being here either,” Tony grumbled.
“But there is no other option, apparently,” Nat finished the sentence, remembering all too well what she had to do to her best friend to get him out of his head.
“He is my brother,” Thor started, looking them all down. “You will be courteous to him, even if he is deserving of your hatred and spite.”
“He destroyed New York with an alien army,” Steve said, glaring at Loki.
“And tried to take over the world,” Bruce added.
“He’s adopted,” Thor said sheepishly, to which Loki rolled his eyes. Bored, Loki began to look over his foes- allies. Most of them Loki remembered. Some, were new. Like the man with the metal arm, the red man, the girl with glowing-red eyes, and many more. As Loki skimmed over his subjects- friends, his eyes landed on one girl in particular. She was odd, but not in the bad sense. She was odd in the sense that she was quiet, odd in the sense that she distanced herself from others. Curious, Loki continued to look at her, until she noticed and began blushing prominently. Her eyes darted towards Clint, and he saw immediately.
“You stay away from her,” Clint almost growled, moving in front of the odd girl. Loki did not care though. He was intrigued by this girl and wanted to know more. Wanted to know what she liked and disliked, why she was here. One way or another, Loki was going to know that girl.
Two months have passed since Loki arrived at the Avengers compound, and things were a little better. The others were talking to him now, and Loki wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The company was nice from time to time, when they weren’t glaring at him. Loki always brushed them off though. Some people just don’t understand that he had changed.
Mainly, for her.
Loki had tried everything to talk to the girl. Anytime that he nearly got close to even saying hello, the mother hen swooped in between them.
“No way,” Clint growled one day, standing in front of the girl once more.
“I just want to talk to her, I’m not bad anymore,” Loki had pleaded.
Laughing, Clint shook his head. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. And good luck talking to her anyway, she-”
But before the mother hen could even finish his sentence, the girl had tapped on his shoulder. The girl had obviously communicated to the arrow man, Loki just did not understand how. She didn’t move her lips, but rather her hands. When Loki first saw this, he thought she was doing magic.
“Are you a sorceress?” Loki had asked in amazement, to which Clint glared him down, offended.
“Out.” He demanded, and Loki quickly made his way out, not wanting to find out what would happen to him if mother hen got any angrier.
So Loki’s quest to talk to the mysterious girl continued, always trying to get close to her. Over the two months that he had been there, he had learned three things about the beautiful and mysterious girl:
1) She did not like mornings. Her face scrunched up in the cutest of ways whenever she was woken up before 9 a.m.
2) Her favorite color was green, or so Loki assumed. She always wore some article of green, whether it be the oversized green sweatshirt she stole from the man with the metal arm or her green shoes, which she wore everywhere.
3) She loved movies, more than life itself apparently. Whenever Loki was looking for her to talk to her (before mother hen showed up), she was sitting in the room with the screen, a different movie on it each time he saw her. Some days it would be little cartoons dancing and singing across the screen, others it would be miniature people falling in love. Without fail though, Loki noticed that every Friday night she watched the same movie, over and over. One with a half fish-half human hybrid and her colorful fish friends.
With each new little tidbit of information about the girl, Loki grew more and more interested. Loki not only thought about her all day, but even dreamed about being able to talk to the beautiful girl, face to face. Just when Loki was about to give up on all hope of ever speaking to the girl, a bit of luck was finally in Loki’s favor.
The heroic team was heading off on a mission, one where they needed almost every member, except for the mysterious girl. Loki, jumping at the opportunity to speak with her, helped pack everyone’s bags that night. To the team, he seemed just a bit too happy.
“Are you sure we can leave him here, Thor?” Steve had asked, glancing at Loki.
“Believe it or not, he is acting a lot better,” Thor commented as he put everyone’s luggage onto the quinjet.
“Yes, but he will be here all alone,” Tony added. The girl, apparently did not like that for she stomped her foot in defiance.
Thor had saw her little foot stomp and smiled. “He will not be alone, (Y/N) will be here.”
Aha! Her name! Loki thought, adding another piece to the puzzle.
Laughing, Clint put his supplies in the quinjet. “Yeah, if anyone can handle him, it's (Y/N).”
This seemed to have made (Y/N) happy, for she nodded her head in triumph.
“I’ll be good,” Loki started, causing everyone to look at him. “Promise.”
“We shall see, brother,” Thor said, clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing Loki to lose his footing for a moment. “If not, well, you’ll be in for a shock. (Y/N), take care of him for me. Don’t let him get into too much mischief.”
(Y/N) smiled and nodded at Thor, waving the team goodbye.
“That’s no fair,” Loki grumbled to himself. “I’m the god of mischief. It’s literally what I do.”
As soon as the quinjet had disappeared over the horizon, (Y/N) had went back into the compound. Not wanting to lose her in the maze of halls and corridors, Loki followed right after her.
“So,” Loki started, falling into step with her. “Just you and me.”
All she did was quirk up an eyebrow at him before continuing on her way.
“Right. Silent treatment. Well, that has never stopped me before,” Loki continued as he followed her into the room with the screen. Lighting up at the opportunity, Loki walked over to the shelves full of discs.
“Shall we watch one?” Loki asked, digging through the movies. “I’ve never actually seen one of these ‘movies.’ What do you recommend?”
He was met with silence. Smile faltering a bit, because literally the girl of his dreams would not talk to him, he turned back to the shelf. Finding something somewhat familiar, Loki held out the case to her. “How about this?”
Looking back, her whole face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, causing Loki to smile. “Okay,” Loki said, looking at the title before putting the disc into the strange contraption. “The Little Mermaid it is.”
Moving towards the couch, Loki sat down next to her. Trying to control his breathing, he constantly found himself looking at (Y/N) throughout the movie, committing every detail of her to memory. Loki did this so often that he ended up missing the movie.
“Wait, why is the fish-girl having problems with her father?” Loki asked. No answer.
“Why is the crab singing to her? Life is not better down where it’s wetter. You’re wet all the time. Plus there are sharks, nasty little creatures. Worst than bildshnipe, I hear. Or at least Thor tells me.” No answer.
“OH NO, A SHARK!” No answer.
“Don’t go near the evil squid lady. Why would you go near the evil squid lady?” No answer.
All this time, (Y/N) never answered. She did seem to be getting more and more annoyed, though.
“Wait, why does she need to kiss the Prince? To get her voice back? That is highly unlikely, magic does not work like-”
“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!” The girl shouted. A ringing noise sounded through the room, and before Loki even knew it, he was out cold.
Blinking away the black spots in his vision, Loki was met with a pounding headache. Staring up at the ceiling, Loki started to feel alarmed until he felt something moving through his hair. Looking around, Loki was soon met with the most beautiful pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. What made them even more beautiful was that they were your eyes.
“What happened?” Loki groaned, trying to sit up. He was soon pushed back down by (Y/N) so that his head lay on her lap. She held up a finger as if to say ‘one moment’ and grabbed the nearest notebook and pen she could find. Sprawling out her message with one hand and combing through his hair with the other, she finally had written out her message:
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you out. I’m an enhanced and my voice knocks people out, especially when I yell. I didn’t mean to make you pass out.’
Reading the message, Loki began to smile. “It’s alright, Love. You didn’t mean to. I’m just glad that we are finally communicating.”
Blushing at his words, she began to write out another message.
‘I get that, now. I mean, who talks during a movie?’
It was Loki’s turn to blush now as he read your note. “Sorry, I am not familiar with proper movie etiquette. But I’d love to learn.”
Smiling, she wrote down her next message.
'I’d love to teach you, if you gave me a chance. Then you can ask all the questions you want, whether about me or the movie.’
“Sounds absolutely, perfect, Love,” Loki said with a smile. The pounding in his head had finally stopped, and Loki was able to sit up now, but he didn’t want to leave her gentle caresses just yet.
'Can you sit back up yet?’ She wrote out, quirking another eyebrow up at him.
“No,” Loki lied. “Not yet. Still hurts.” She nodded at his answer and continued to card her fingers through his black hair, leaving Loki in a bliss. Well, he was the god of mischief, after all. What else was he going to do, except lie a little to stay with the girl of his dreams?
Requesy: Can you do the dating/sex would be like with Bruce/tony/pietro? Thanks. [I decided to do for all of them:)]
Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader, Tony Stark x reader, Pietro Maximoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: NSFW, SMUT
Bruce would usually take things slow. Sex with Bruce was passionate, and he showed you how much he loved you. When he made love to you, he made sure to pleasure you, make you cry out in pleasure. You’re his main priority, he’s the type that gets off on you getting off. Things usually start off slow, he would caress your face, admire you for your beauty inside out. Bruce would then slowly lay you down on the bed, his lips would gently press against yours. Bruce loved your hands most, the things you did with your hands drove him insane. You would slowly take his shaft inch by inch into your mouth and his fingers would be in your hair, gently pulling. Bruce was a complete gentleman in bed, he would never do things he knew you disliked. Bruce loved you truly.
Of course, there had been times he was rough with you. When he saw you and Tony in the lab flirting innocently, he snapped. He did not let the big guy out but he definitely had shown you who you belonged to. He had fucked you so hard you had to ask Tony for two days off work.
Bruce was a complete sweetheart, he loved going on dates with you even when work doesn’t permit. He would take you to a fancy restaurant, have a couple glasses of red wine and probably a steak. The two of you would talk about both your lives, and you loved planning ahead whilst he loved listening to all the amazing plans you had for both of your futures. He would hold your hand as you talked, his eyes fixed on your features as you spoke, he admired you, for everything. For how you dared to step into his life, even when you knew of the other guy.
Tony, well you know Stark. A little arrogant on the side, and that side showed itself in bed. All the time. He knew how much you liked Steve for his gentlemanly ways, and how you admired his morals. And he disliked that. He would snap when he saw you laughing with Steve, God the sight made him want to punch the star spangled man in the face. And that’s why he took the time to show you who you belonged to. He would fuck you hard, deep and fast. He’d have you screaming into the pillow to muffle your cries. He took his time, appreciating you and you alone. Sure, he still kept some of his playboy ways and those were the times you took complete charge. Pushing him down and ridding him hard, he loved you like that, all riled up.
God. Dating Tony could be a nightmare. The first and foremost reason is obvious. The media’s attention was on the two of you, hell it was difficult to get a bag of chips without being stalked by some nosy paparazzi. And the stories they’ve created had you and Tony arguing. The pictures had you thinking he was out with some other women and once you had packed your bags and left. He won you back of course and you made it a point not to believe what those gossip magazines had to say about your relationship with him.
But then again, Tony could be a total sweetheart, he spoiled you rotten, constantly buying gifts, bringing you to parties, showing you off to others, telling them how lucky he was to find a woman like you. As he quoted from Mulan “You don’t find a woman like that every dynasty”. He would take you out on fancy dinners, booking the whole damn restaurant for the two of you to enjoy yourselves. And sometimes the night was wasted seeing that both of you were on the team, having a peaceful date proved to be a challenge.
Pietro was an amazing boyfriend. And he loved you, there was a doubt about that. He loved taking things fast, no pun intended. The third time you went on a date with him, you ended up in his bed. And despite all those factors, he proved that he wasn’t some kind of asshole who dumped the girl after sex. Sex with him was incredible, he would show you just how much you meant to him, he would make love to you. His lips would be all over your body, taking time to remember every inch of you. He could make you cum hard, had you moaning his name each time he took you to bed. There were times where you took charge, riding him and pushing the two of you to orgasm.
Dating Pietro was something you could never forget. He took you to the park, and sometimes orphanages, and you were happy with that. Looking at the abandoned children reminded him of his childhood. Most times, Wanda followed and you would watch the siblings communicate with the children, playing with them, and you’d join. Sure your dates weren’t at some fancy five star restaurant, but you were fine with it. You knew how much his childhood had affected him and you were willing to pull him out of those dark times he went through. And that was what made your relationship so much stronger. He’d take you to cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy talking with the steaming cups of coffee and the occasional chocolate muffins.
You know what they say. “Gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets” Steve is well all of this. He was the perfect man outside, saving the lives of innocent citizens, protecting America, saving kittens off trees, opening the doors. However, he could be rough, his hand around your neck as he slammed you hard against the cold wall of his bedroom. God he drove you crazy. He’d have you on your hands and knees, your pretty round ass in the air, and he’d spank you. Hard. And he’d do that till your ass was as red as the stripes on the flag he represented. And he’d fuck you, rough, till you screamed. The first time you called him “Captain” had you pinned on the bed, and fucked so hard you saw stars. Steve loves eating you out, his tongue would dart out towards your clit, he drew figures, numbers and letters. He loves watching you come undone knowing he was the result of it.
Dating Captain America. Every woman’s dream wasn’t it? Sometimes dating Steve was a double edged sword. He’d go on missions and at times he would leave for weeks on end. He had you worried sick, had you staring at your phone for his familiar number. And each time there was a knock on the door of your shared apartment, you’d be worried thinking it was some kind of agent who was here to bring you bad news. But then again you had hoped it was Steve.
There were of course the good and happy times. Steve took you out on dates, at little cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy breakfast after his run every morning. He would have a run with you, and sometimes Sam would drop by and join the two of you. You loved staying up with Steve watching movies while he snatched the popcorn from your hands playfully. The two of you were big fans if Disney movies, his and you favorite being The Little Mermaid. He loved waking up next to you, snuggling beside you as he pulled you closer.
Sex with Bucky was wild, passionate, even dangerous. He would have your back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his well built waist as he thrust into your heat. He ravished your body, making sure every inch of your body is loved, touched, kissed. He would sometimes have you on top of him, his hands on your waist, leaving his mark on you, showing who you belonged to. You loved his bionic arm, and when he fingered you with it, he made sure to vibrate it, driving you to the edge. At times, he could be gentle, passionate, his fingers interlocked with yours as he thrust into you, both your moans echoing in the room. You loved blowing him, taking his cock inch by inch into your mouth, till his tip hit the back of your throat. You would suck him hard, playing with his balls, doing this while Bucky webbed his fingers through your hair.
Dating Bucky was special, different and amazing. He was an assassin before and he often had horrible nightmares for hours on end. He’d wake up in the middle of the night and he would be sweating, horrified by what he might do to you. And you made sure you were by his side through it all, be it the nightmares or the insecurities he had. You loved him and you wanted to him to know that. Dates with Bucky often saw you taking him around the city, to places he had missed the past seventy years or so. Introducing him to new food, technology. He took you to out on dates to restaurants that Steve had often recommended, where they played songs from the 40’s. He remembered most of his memories and he often told you about the past. The way life was, history and you loved that. You loved knowing Bucky, and you loved him the way he was. Assassin or not.
the right girl- the men of broadway singing about the women they’ve fallen in and out of love with
shiksa goddess - the last five years // what do i need with love - thoroughly modern millie // someone is waiting - company // bonnie - bonnie and clyde // the right girl - follies // what is it about her? - the wild party // how it ends - big fish // il mondo era vuoto - the light in the piazza // easy to love anything goes // some girls - once on this island // her voice - the little mermaid // your eyes - rent // i’ve been - next to normal // thank god she’s blind - the toxic avenger // unchained melody - ghost the musical // it all fades away - the bridges of madison county
Warning: Anxiety, sexual harassment, fighting/violence
A/N: Part 2 to ‘Fall’ should be out either tomorrow or the next day, so look out for that! until then, have this to tide you over. I hope you enjoy!
The night started out fine. You were dancing with the boys, though you didn’t really want to be here. The club just wasn’t your scene. Too many people. You felt like you were being suffocated.
But still, it was fine. You held onto John’s sleeve as the boys lead you to get more drink. That was when you got pushed and you lost your grip on him. You were immediately lost in the crowd. You didn’t think John noticed at first because he didn’t come back for you.
You instantly felt closed in, your breathing speeding up as John’s name fell from your lips in a whimper. No response. He couldn’t hear you over the music. You tried to push past the crowds of people, but they pushed you instead. You ended up on the other side of the room. You heard someone call your name. It sounded like Lafayette. You called back, tears welling in your eyes. You opened your mouth to call out again, but someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you around a dark corner. You tried to scream but a hand was quick to cover your mouth and muffle your cries for help.
Someone slammed you into against the wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You let out a whimper, eyes gazing up at whoever had taken you. You couldn’t see much of him in the dark, but the light in the club was enough to illuminate the malicious grin on his face.
“Hey babe,” He cooed, his voice sounding gravelly and unpleasant to your ears. You could tell he was drunk. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol.
“You know, I’ve been watching you all night.” He reached down, gripping your hip tightly. You knew his fingers would leave bruises in their wake. “And now that those boys are out of the way we can finally have our fun.”
He leaned forward and you sunk back against the wall, trying to avoid what seemed like an inevitable kiss. He chuckled, grabbing the side of your face. “Don’t be like that, baby. I promise I don’t bi-”
You whipped your head to the side and sunk your teeth into the flesh of his hand. He cried out and you kicked him away, making a run for the crowd again. “Help! Alex, Hercules! Laf-” A hand gripped your wrist, nails digging into your flesh, pulling you back again. In a blur, you felt a hand connect with your jaw. The next thing you knew you were on the floor.
Your side ached as you collided with the ground. The man let out a growl as he closed in on you, fear surging through your body. You tried to back up, but he was moving too quickly towards you. Your head hit the wall behind you and you winced as the man brought his leg back to connect it with your stomach. He didn’t get the chance, though, as he was suddenly pulled back and thrown to the floor. Your eyes widened as a short man with a ponytail jumped on the man and delivered a swift punch to his face.
“A-Alex?” You muttered as two men came to your sides and helped you sit up. You flinched as one of them gripped onto your arm , but a soothing voice speaking in your ear calmed you instantly.
“Shh, it’s okay, (Y/N). We’re here,” John said. You suddenly became aware that the man on your other side was Lafayette, as he spoke similar words in his smooth accent.
Your eyes moved past the two trying to console you to watch Alex as he swung at the man again. You heard a crack as his fist connected with the other’s nose and you winced at the sound. Hercules stood behind Alexander, trying to pry him away as he cursed and yelled at your attacker. Hercules called for help. You had never seen Alex so angry. So violent. It was scary.
“Hey, it’s okay. Just look at us,” You heard John mutter, trying to coax your gaze back to him and Lafayette.
Despite the soft touches and warm hugs from John and Lafayette, you couldn’t still your body and stop it from shaking. You were scared and shaken. You tried focusing on John and Lafayette’s voices, their hands on yours, their warmth that radiated off their bodies, but you couldn’t seem to placate yourself. “Alex, man, calm down!” You heard Hercules say, prying Alexander off the half-conscious man by the waist.
“Calm down!? Herc, Let go!” Alexander tried to get out of his grip, but Hercules only held him closer to his chest. He ducked his head down, whispering something in Alex’s ear and the shorter man instantly froze, his head turning to look at you. His eyes widened and he scrambled to get out of Hercules’ grip again.
The taller man released him as two men rounded the corner, but you stopped paying attention to them when Alex dropped to his knees in front of you. He had a frantic look in his eyes as he cupped your face in his hands and brushed away tears you hadn’t even realized you let fall.
“My love, I’m so sorry,” He murmured, placing a kiss to your forehead, “You shouldn’t have seen that. Are you alright?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got caught in your throat as you tried to force them out. You frowned, averting your eyes to your lap as you simply nodded your confirmation. The boys gave you worried looks as Hercules joined you and the men who came to investigate dragged your bruised attacker away.
"They’re going to call the police,” Hercules informed as he knelt between Alexander and Lafayette. He turned to you, a small smile on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked, resting his hand on yours. He looked concerned as he realized how badly you were shaking, but you nodded anyway.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” John said as he stood, helping you to your feet. The others followed suit, leading you out of the dark and into the crowd. You immediately attached yourself to John’s arm, your heart speeding up as people surrounded you. John brought you closer, promising you he wouldn’t let you go.
You felt relief as you stepped outside, cold air hitting your face and filling your lungs. You’d never been happier to get away from a crowd. But still, you felt like you were suffocating in anxiety. You reached out, quickly grabbing Hercules’ hand in your own. He looked down at you, giving you a sad smile, and squeezed your hand once in reassurance.
The boys lead you to the car and John helped you into the backseat before taking his spot on at the driver’s seat. Hercules took the passenger seat while Lafayette and Alexander took the spots beside you, instantly moving to comfort you. Lafayette pulled you close, laying your head on his chest as Alex took hold of your hand.
“C'est d'accord, mon ange. Just listen to my breathing.” Lafayette says as Alex runs his thumb over the back of your hand. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying hard to match your breathing with his.
When you arrived at your apartment, Lafayette scooped you up in his arms and carried you inside. You curled against his chest, breathing in his scent as the others talked around you. You weren’t paying attention to what they were saying.
It wasn’t until Lafayette brought you inside that you felt at ease. Everything familiar to you was in this place and your heart could feel at peace knowing you were finally home.
Lafayette set you on the couch and you watched the other boys disperse throughout the apartment. Hercules slipped into the kitchen as John and Alex went down the hall. Lafayette stayed by your side, holding you close. He frowned as he noticed a bruise forming on your jaw and leaned down to press a kiss where it formed. He began muttering in French and, while you didn’t completely understand all of what he was saying, it was incredibly soothing to hear.
When Hercules came back, it was with a warm cup of tea. John returned with a large blanket and Alex trailed behind, a few Disney movies in hand. Alex made a beeline for the TV as John plopped down beside you and wrapped you up in the blanket. Hercules carefully handed the warm drink to you before taking a seat next to Lafayette. Once The Little Mermaid was in, Alex hopped onto the couch next to John and cuddled into his side.
The rest of the night was spent just like that, watching movies as you cuddled together under your blanket. it was halfway through Bambi that you fell asleep feeling warm and protected. You rested easy that night knowing that, no matter what, your boys would always be there to keep you safe and secure.
Happy birthday, Ariel! Our favorite little mermaid turns 27 today! Happy anniversary! She is not 43. At least not the way I look at it. She didn’t exist to us before the film came out. M(and she’s not real) As a character she has been with us for 27 years. When I worked on films we always felt like the film release date was like giving birth. A birthday so to speak. All of our hard work was done and we were on to what was next. ;)!
Summary: Your post graduation gift to yourself is a three month backpacking trip through Europe trip. Lin is staying behind because In The Heights is starting to finally take off but you make sure to keep in contact.
Word Count: 1,222
Warnings: Shaky Spanish translation, mentions of alcohol
A/N: Next part to Postcards to You! As always, a slow burn friends to lovers fic. I purposely didn’t translate the Spanish for you…tension building, you know how it goes.
As always, thank you to my partner in crime @l-nmanuel for being absolutely wonderful and for the postcard. And thank you to the lovely @gratitudejoyandsorrow for yelling nice things at me and coming up with the Little Mermaid reference. You guys are the best!
Some of my favorite music from musicals both from film and Broadway.
Rocky Horror Picture Show - Sweet Transvestite Repo! the Genetic Opera - 21st Century Cure Little Shop of Horrors - Grow For Me The Devil’s Carnival - Trust Me Sweeney Todd - Johanna The Phantom of the Opera - The Music of the Night Fiddler on the Roof - Tevyes dream The Prince of Egypt Soundtrack - The Plagues Les Misérables - One Day More RENT - La Vie Boheme! Jersey Boys - Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You The Producers - Keep It Gay Funny Girl - Don’t Rain On My Parade Next To Normal - I’m Alive Chicago - Cell Block Tango Singing in the Rain - Singing in the Rain Avenue Q - There’s a Fine, Fine Line The Music Man - Ya Got Trouble West Side Story - I Feel Pretty Moulin Rouge - Elephant Love Medley Into the Woods - Agony Grease - The One That I Want Hairspray - Without Love The Lion King - I Just Can’t Wait to Be King Wicked - Popular Newsies - Seize The Day Beauty and the Beast Broadway - Belle Aladdin - Friend Like Me The Little Mermaid - Part of Your World Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella - Do I Love You Because You’re Beautiful
fight the dragons - a father’s day playlist for the best fathers featured on broadway
home before you know it - the bridges of madison county // gliding - ragtime // the pinstripes are all that they see - catch me if you can // it all comes back - fun home // i’ve been - next to normal // inutil - in the heights // no more - into the woods // deep into the ground - billy elliot // bring him home - les miserables // johanna (reprise) - sweeney todd // that’s what i could do - violet // hey, kid - if/then // fathers and sons - working // race you to the top of the morning - the secret garden // happy/sad - the addams family // if only (reprise) - the little mermaid // father to son - march of the falsettos // i made that - the burnt part boys // fight the dragons - big fish // he lives in you - the lion king //
The newest addition to the fairy tale collection is here! It’s a beauty and the beast AU in which Eric Bittle charms his way into the heart of the beast- Jack Zimmermann- using baking and people skills.