oh dave you look so good in a dress

Description of Broadway's  guys voices
  • Leslie Odom Jr.: A red velvet cupcake fresh out of the oven with cream cheese frosting in the middle
  • Lin-Manuel Miranda: That Dragon’s Egg Bath Bomb that just explodes with color when you drop it in the bath water
  • Daveed Diggs: Tap dancing. Just tap dancing but also rapping at the same time
  • Michael Arden: Butterflies in your stomach that are so strong you want to pull a Julie Andrews and start spinning happily in a circle
  • Andy Mientus: Fuzzy socks and hot chocolate by a warm fire with tons of blankets while having a Disney movie marathon
  • Aaron Tveit: The cold side of your pillow that feels oh-so-good in the middle of the night
  • Jeremy Jordan: Dressing in a cute outfit and strutting around while everyone is checking you out and you KNOW you look hot AF
  • Ben Platt: To take a bath with relaxing music and suddenly felt the heat in your body and your cheeks blushing
  • Darren Criss: When you adopt a new puppy, who has been living on the street starving, and now all you wanna do is wrap him in a blanket, cuddle and give him love
  • Jonathan Groff: That one commercial for Coca Cola that they play at Christmas Time that makes everyone laugh,smile, and cry
  • Alex Boniello: When you’re home alone and put on full concert mode very loudly with light, fume and special effects all over the room
21 You Got Hot Street (Anthony x Reader)

Anon: Could you write an Anthony fic where Y/n was in 21 Chump St but then dont speak for ages? Then she comes to see Ham & they realise how hot the other has become and end up getting together?

Twenty minutes to have a break during the intermission. Anthony quickly changed into his Phillip outfit.

“Lin how many times do I have to tell you, stop writing during intermission.” Anthony laughed, walking over to him.

He caught your stare through the stage door as you stepped in, your hair a little wet from the rain, eyes locking almost at once. Leaning your umbrella against the door and taking off your wet coat, you dryly smile at Anthony, his freckled grin splitting from ear to ear. You held out a cold hand, he took it warmly and kissed your cheek.

“H-Hi, Y/N isn’t it?” Anthony asked, pulling you in from the cold.

“Yep, Anthony?” You replied, looking around the dressing room.

“Sorry, i-it’s a mess.” Anthony laughed, tidying up the desk facing a mirror. Damn, he had got a hundred times hotter. He looked good when he wasn’t dressed up like a dorky kid.

“It’s okay,” You smiled, perching on a empty chair.

“So, uhm, what are you here for?” Anthony was clearly trying – and failing – to make conversation.

“Oh, well, I watched Hamilton last night, and I spoke to Lin, and he asked me to come and play Maria in the second half, so…here I am.” Anthony was about to see an extremely hot Y/N perform Say No To This, jeez.

“Damn, you could cut the tension in here with a knife,” Daveed came in, laughing and taking a stance next to Y/N, much to Anthony’s dismay.

“Can I help you?” Anthony asked, clearly annoyed at how Daveed had interrupted him.

“Well, I was going to ask Y/N if she would like to grab coffee with me?” Smirking at her. She laughed, obviously flattered by the offer, before answering her mouth to answer.

“No, I’m already taking her for coffee, sorry.” Standing up and ushering Daveed out of the dressing room. He slammed the door in his face before looking over at you.

“Are you? Since when?” You questioned, standing so you were both eye to eye, Anthony a touch taller.

“Since you got hot. You can’t just come in here with your perfect hair and your perfect eyes and your perfect perfectness and just…just..play a hot chick. No! That isn’t fair.” Anthony whined, looking like a five year old.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, now where’s the dressing room for the girls?” You smiled.


“Anthony I’ve wanted to date you since we were in 21 Chump Street but I couldn’t ask you! I didn’t have the guts too!” You cried, watching Anthony’s face change from confusion to shock.

“The changing room for Maria is three doors down, left side. And Anthony, she’s really nice she bought me a donut, don’t mess it up!” Leslie said, poking his head through the door, “FIFTEEN MINUTES TO SHOWTIME, BABY!” Leslie’s excited voice echoing through the corridor.

You spent the next fifteen minutes together, and then went on a coffee date, and you’re going steady now. Thank hella heaven for 21 Chump Street!