songs and sounds of the office

After the success with the mongoose language, Taako, Lup, and Barry were given the unofficial role as crew linguists and translators. Every time the group encountered a world that spoke a different language - which was often enough - the three of them spent the first several months together figuring out the new puzzle. They were impressively successful, even when they had to improvise; one world communicated through clicks and noises that they couldn’t replicate with their voices, and they had to develop a system of claps, finger snaps, and whistles to make comparable sounds. One language was entirely whistles.

The result of these efforts is that Barry, Lup, and Taako are multilingual; they are also the only people on Faerun who can speak these languages fluently.

Kravitz is sitting in the kitchen, watching him cook while doing some paperwork at home instead of at the office. Taako is singing a simple song under his breath without thinking about it, and Kravitz is curious because it’s not familiar. He listens more closely and realizes he doesn’t know any of the words. He doesn’t even know the language.

When Taako and Lup want to talk about something (or someone) without being overheard, they pick any of a selection of different languages and do nothing else to hide what they’re talking about. Barry promises Kravitz that they’re never talking about him; eventually he also starts whispering translations to Kravitz, and Kravitz has to struggle not to laugh.

The whistle language proves useful for reaper business when the three of them have to communicate covertly from a distance. To the untrained ear, they just sound like birds; after they start using the whistles, the group becomes incredibly difficult to ambush and incredibly talented at ambushing in equal measure. (Roswell picks it up, and everyone agrees that they have the best accent.)

Eventually, Taako arranges classes to teach some of the languages at his and Ren’s school. But only some of them - some languages are just for the family.

Taako promises to teach Kravitz because he shouldn’t be left out of conversations; it’s a slow process, but they have so much time. Taako starts with a language made entirely of hand gestures. Sometimes when the morning is too quiet to break the silence or Taako is too lost in his head to say much, he presses a single gesture into Kravitz’ hand.

Something They Don’t Know

Prompt: In which Daveed Diggs is asked how he comes up with his lyrics during an interview. Told in his POV.

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Day 5 of the write-a-thon. Of course I would post this early when all I’ve been complaining about is not having enough time to write. Oh well. Also, I’m sure Nadeska Alexis is a cool girl, I just needed her to behave this certain way to get the story going. Enjoy!

Daveed slips his phone into his pocket and stood to give Nadeska Alexis a handshake once she enters the dressing room, Lin’s advice on how to handle the tricky reporter reverberating in his mind. Having done the Complex interview with Chance previously, he warned him about her ruthlessness and her inclination to pry for scandalous information she could share with her readers. Lin told Daveed to be polite, courteous, and above all, smile through the “little white lies” he would have to tell.

“Mr. Diggs, it’s unfortunate that the rest of the crew couldn’t make it,” she says, turning on her recorder and sliding it on the table that separated them, “but I’m glad you were able to come in despite the late notice.”

Daveed lets out a nervous chuckle when she ignores his gesture, his hand still awkwardly hovering between the two of them, and opts to bring out her notebook and pen from her purse instead. He was never the best with interviews, especially when he was by himself, dressed in clothes he couldn’t afford and sitting in a room that was too sophisticated for his tastes. He wished William and Jonathan were here – they understood his ineptness when it came to talking to new people and would definitely take over the interview. But since they couldn’t, he had to man up and promote the new album releasing in a week.

Nadeska sits, and Daveed follows suit, watching as she flips to a page full of questions that she’s prepared. Luckily, the first few questions were predictable –  how he adjusted to life after Hamilton, his role in Blackish, the release of the album, and the upcoming tour -  all he could answer easily and truthfully. But when she suddenly leans forward, a gleam in her eyes that screamed trouble, Daveed knew it was time to make use of Lin’s advice: smile through the little white lies. 

“So, clipping doesn’t exactly have the most innocent songs,” Nadeska hums, choosing her words carefully, “and some of them require a repeat listen. Your lyrics are curt but very complex, Mr. Diggs.  Mind if I throw a few lines at you to elaborate on? And if you could perhaps share what, or who,inspired you to write them?”

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SM Entertainment Confirms Henry’s Plans To Release New Music

Super Junior M’s Henry is set to release a new song soon!

On March 8, a source from SM Entertainment stated, “Henry will be releasing his new track on March 11 at midnight KST.”

His new track was briefly revealed during his appearance on an episode of MBC’s “I Live Alone,” and is titled “What Should I Do?” The track received attention after the show’s broadcast for being a song that Henry wrote himself. After a flood of requests for the song, Henry has decided to release the track.

Meanwhile, many are anticipating to hear the full version of “What Should I Do?” and are excited to hear a new release from Henry.

Check out Henry’s hilarious walk-through of his song on “Yoo Hee Yeol’s Sketchbook” below!


The Five Things You Know, and the One You Don’t

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2567

A/N:  back for round twoooo…..I feel like we all need some Bucky fluff right now

Originally posted by seabasschino

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The poor receptionists

So my players are in a port city after finding out they got some business there. The party consists of a half elf bard, half elf rogue, a monk taxabi(catfolk), a monk kenku, and a human wizard\warlock.

The offices they go to are right next to each other. At the first office, in the main lobby the kenku and monk harass the gnome receptionist by pretending to shoot the kenku and the kenku making annoying noises. When they go to the second office, the receptionist there (the first ones twin sister) did her best to ignore them to deny a audiance with a academic counsol (they insulted the wizard’s sanity).

Receptionist: (ignores)

Taxabi: i jump on the desk and nuzzle her face. (Proceeds to act this out by nuzzling my face).

Kenku: While she does that i’m going to make random noises that annoy people. (Acts out some sounds)

Bard: i sit on her desk and play every catchy song i can think of on my harp. (Sings some fricking song)

Wizlock: i start shouting all the reasons why i should be allowed an audiance. (Proceeds to act THIS out.)

Rogue (sitting next to me, acting this all out): *leans in* i can make them stop, just give us entry and an audience… (Repeats similar phrases).

This goes on for a bit, the gnome somehow ignoring them all. They do not pause in their acting in character the entire time. Then the taxabi remembers that she is wearing eyes of charming.

TM: i lean in front of her and cast charm person with my glasses. “Click”

Gnome passes the wisdom save.

TM: i lean in closer… And try again. “Click.”

Gnome passes again, barely this time.

TM: “Click.”

The Poor receptionist gets a nat 1, which they all see since they are all literally watching me roll.

They cheer as i shout in frustration but laugh at the same time. I am thinking of how to do this as they contiune on, then i smirk as i then shout out as loud as I can…


I never seen them so happy to until then. I love my group so much.

Dwigth Schrute Lines that Sound Like Mountain Goats Lyrics
Dwigth Schrute Lines that Sound Like Mountain Goats Lyrics

I’m not a dedicated Mountain Goats fan, but I thought this post by @twentybrightpansies was hilarious, so I snagged some bars from John Darnielle performing You Were Cool and recorded Dwight’s lines over them for kicks. Anything can sound like a Mountain Goats song if you try hard and believe in yourself!

kazliin  asked:

Lily, you know what I'm going to ask ;) Because that Viktuuri Eurovision commentator/contestant AU is something the world needs to see

guess who has two thumbs and no sense of self-preservation? IT’S ME

so basically kaz and i were talking about eurovision and then i had this sudden thought of a fake rivals-verse fic idea where yuuri’s an exasperated commentator who’s suddenly been forced to host esc and viktor’s the winning contestant from last year who is co-hosting with him and…. because this is rivals-verse, yuuri hated viktor’s entry last year. hoo boy. 

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Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov to Co-host 2016 Eurovision Song Contest in Saint Petersburg
Beloved TV commentator Yuuri Katsuki, known for his sharp and witty commentary during previous contests, and 2015 ESC winner Viktor Nikiforov will be co-hosting the 2016 Eurovision Song Contest in Saint Petersburg, Russia. This year’s theme will be “Making History” and will be held at the Alexei Panin Arena from 11-15 May. 

Nikiforov won last year with his stunning ballad “Stay Close to Me”, featuring a figure skating segment halfway through the song… (more)

Yuuri clicks out of the article with a groan and takes a sip of his coffee, waiting for his new co-host to arrive. The office is a busy drone in the background, with only the sounds of ringing phones and beeping machines filling the silence. He checks his mobile. Nikiforov is late.


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Dad!Shawn. Baby Fever

A/N: A little dad Shawn for you. Enjoy! Plus please send me requests, writers block sucks. 

Ever since Shawn found you that you were pregnant he has been way protective. Well, more than usual. 

When he found out you were having a little girl, it only got worse.

“Now I have my Queen and my Princess to take care of.” He would say when the topic came up. 

Fast Forward a bit and she’s now three. 

She’s got his brown curly hair and his brown eyes, but she’s got your sassy personality. 

You roll over ready to cuddle into your husbands chest but his side of the bed is empty. You sit up confused, checking the clock.

2:17 am

“Shawn?” You whisper out.

You hear nothing in response. 

The light to your bathroom is off, and he always leaves it on so you know he isn’t in there. 

You start to wonder out of your room, praying that he isn’t up late stressing about work again. 

You sneak into his office and notice that the room is dark and that he isn’t in there.

“Shawn?” You ask out again. 


You start moving down the hall, headed for the stairs thinking he got hungry and maybe ventured for a snack. 

But you hear him singing your daughters favorite song so you follow that sound. 

Her door is open slightly and you peak your head in. The light is off but her butterfly night light illuminates the room a soft pink. 

His back is to you and your baby girl is clinging to him as he rocks her softly back and forth, singing ‘Never Be Alone’ to her. You smile at the scene in front of you. 

You lean against the door frame and listen to him sing, secretly it’s your favorite song too. When she expressed for the first time that it was her favorite you weren’t surprised because that’s what you played on repeat when he was away while you were pregnant. 

He makes his swaying into a circle and sees your face. You smile at him but he is still singing softly. He now knows that his audience has gotten a little bigger. 

“Is she asleep?” He asks.

“Yeah, what happened?” You whisper walking to him slowly. He continues to sway her back and forth.

“I woke up to go to the bathroom and heard her crying. I ran in to see what was wrong, she always slept threw the night. She told me that she didn’t feel good, she’s running a fever.” He says in all one breath. 

“Ok.” You nod.

“I didn’t know what to do so I called mom.” He sighs looking at the floor.

“You called mom?” You ask. 

You’ve been calling Karen mom for years, being with Shawn since high school it just became the way you addressed her. The same for Manny, you call him dad.

“Yeah, it’s just my first response.” He shrugged slightly, hoping not to wake the sleeping toddler attached to his shoulder. 

“You could have woken me up.” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah that’s what mom said.” He chuckles. “Anyway, she told me to give her some Tylenol and change her into cooler pajamas.” He says, making you notice the new ‘Moana’ jamies she is now in. 

“Wanna know a secret.” You whisper.


“I would have called mom too.” You laugh.

“See, I knew I was doing the right thing.” He laughs lightly.

“Honey you should put her down and go to sleep too. You have to be in the studio in the morning. I’ll call my boss tomorrow morning and let her know I can’t make it in.” You start off before he cuts you off.

“I already talked to Andrew, I cancelled my studio appointment.” He says as she hides her face into his neck. He smiles slightly.

“Shawn, why did you do that? You’re writing,” You start to protest.

“You have that big meeting tomorrow, all I am gonna be doing is sitting in a room messing with chords on my guitar. I can do that at home while she sleeps.” He says shutting your argument up. 

“Thank you.” You smile at him. He’s so thoughtful.

“Go back to bed babe, I got her.” He nods.

“You can come back to bed too, she’s asleep.” You say putting your hands on your hips.

“Yeah I know, I just want to hold her a bit longer.” He says so soft you almost can’t hear it.

“Ok.” You says rubbing his shoulder before walking out of her room back to yours.


<The Next Morning> 

You wake up and Shawn is still not in bed. You decide to let it go and get ready for your day. You take a shower and do your hair and make up before heading downstairs. 

Walking into the kitchen you see Shawn on the couch, asleep, with your daughter laying on his stomach, also asleep. You smile at them and take a quick picture with your phone, setting it as your new background. 

Your whole world is sleeping on the couch in front of you and you curse the fact that you have to leave for work. 

You walk over quietly and kiss the side of your daughters head softly and then your husbands forehead. 

“I love you both.” You whisper before leaving for work. 


<Once you get home>

“I know mom, I just don’t know what to do anymore. She isn’t getting better.” You hear Shawn. “Yes I’m stressing out, my baby is sick.” He says frustrated. You slip your shoes off and start walking to the kitchen. “Soon,” He says looking at the clock, he catches your gaze and you can see him relax. “Or now, she just walked in.” He says. He starts listening and then hands you the phone.

“Hey Mom.” You smile taking the phone.

“Hey Y/n” She says, calmly. “So miss Y/d/n is sick huh?”

“Honestly I haven’t been home or up long enough to assess her.” You say instantly feeling guilty. 

“I heard, I understand. Same thing happened when Shawn was her age.” She says making you feel better.

“Explain it to me?” You say. 

“Sounds to me that she has an ear infection. Wouldn’t shock me, Shawn had those all the time as a baby.” She says, you can imagine her smile.

“So we should take her in?” You ask.

“Yeah, just to be safe. They’ll give you some antibiotics for it and she should be better in the next few days.” She explains.

“Ok, thanks mom. Means a lot.” You say noticing your stressed out husband watching you intently.

“Ok, tell me how it goes.” She says before bidding her goodbyes and then hanging up. 

“Well?” Shawn asks. 

“Want me to take her in, so you can rest?” You ask grabbing your shoes.

“No I’m coming.” He says right on your trail. You agree and you both get her ready and take her to the ER. You drive so Shawn can sit in the back next to her. 


<After ER Visit>

“I’m gonna go get the antibiotics” Shawn says standing up from the couch. 

You guys had just gotten home from the ER and your baby was asleep next to you on the couch. She has been diagnosed with an ear infection, just like Mom had thought.

“Ok, can you get some orange juice?” You ask as he grabs his keys.

“Of course.” He says before walking out. 

Not even five minutes after he is gone Y/d/n wakes up and starts crying. 

“Wheres daddy?” She asks with tears running down her chubby face. You feel your heart break seeing her brown eyes so tearful.

“He went to get the stuff that’s gonna make you feel better baby.” You coo letting your hand comb through her hair.

“Can you hold me?” She asks blinking heavily.

“Of course baby.” You smile as she crawls into your lap. “You want me to sway you the way daddy does?” You ask and she nods. You pick her up and she clings to you the way she did Shawn. You start swaying and grab your phone and start playing her song and she calms down instantly. 

You continue to sway her and she asks you to sing to her. You turn your phone music off and hear the melody in your head as you softly sing her ‘Never Be Alone’. You will never match the way Shawn can do it but she falls asleep as you sing to her. 

“Ok that’s the cutest thing ever.” Shawn says setting a bag on the counter. You turn and look at him and see him smiling. “When did she wake up?” He asks.

“Five minutes after you left. Asked for Daddy, guess I’m second best.” You tease and he looks at you telling you that he didn’t like that joke. 

“You are not second best.” He says putting the orange juice into the fridge.

“I know, she’s just a Daddies girl.” You smile at him. He smiles too and starts to read the instructions for her meds. 

“God, she’s gonna hate me when I make her take this nasty pink shit. I know I hated it.” He groans.

“Want me to make her take it?” You ask him. He looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“No I got it.” He says. 

“Come take her.” You say to him. He walks over and you transfer her to his arms. 

“I said I got it.” He says as you walk to the counter.

“Yeah but your eyes said something else.” You grab the liquid and her sippy cup full of orange juice and walk over to them. “Baby.” You rub her shoulder.

“What Momma?” She whispers.

“Daddy got the stuff that will make you feel better. You just gotta drink this stuff and then I have some juice for you.” You say as she opens her big brown eyes. “Then Daddy is gonna sing to you.” You smile knowing that that will get her to take it. She nods and then you hand her the medicine and she takes it like a champ. She doesn’t even complain about the taste. 

“Did she take it?” Shawn asks.

“Yeah like two minutes ago” You say as she hands you her sippy cup. 

“She didn’t even complain.” He says confused.

“Yeah well I didn’t either when I had to take that.” You say walking to the kitchen. 

“Well we know where she got her personality from.” He winks at you. You smile and wash out her sippy cup. 

“Just sing Mendes.” You say as you start to walk up stairs. He follows you and takes her to your room. He lays on his back with his baby laying on his stomach. 

“C’here babe.” He says waving you over. You crawl into bed and he holds you with his free arm. 

“Got my Queen and my Princess, what else could I ask for.” He smiles down at you. 


This was inspired by a very naughty gif @canistay-haz posted that wasn’t very nice and now i’m all worked up … so thank you 

She initiated it, maybe it was because of the way he was looking at that particular moment or the way he smelled, like himself but on this particular day and with no plans without the heavy scent of his cologne which Audrey loved, no it must have been a mixture of both … 

It was a Thursday the day Harry received the news one of his songs hat hit the charts, granted it was only #14 but the charts all the same. She had just gotten back from work, limbs bearing streaks of technicolor paint showing it must have been a very productive day. Harry was in his office when he heard the distinct sound of her keys dropping into the small paint can they had hung next to the door to collect keys and other nic-nacks that were often needed as one was rushing out of the door. 

Poking his head around the corner he called to her, “Audrey come in her a mo’ sweetheart ’ve got summat to show ye’” she smiled shyly at the nickname, taking quick steps to her husband. 

“What have you got Harry?” she came up behind him something stirring as she took in his appearance, a worn white teeshirt holes along the collar and hem, with a pair of light grey sweatpants she knew would hang low on his hips should he stand up, the strings hanging untied in the sides of his almost unnoticeable bulge. She wanted to change that, make it almost painfully big … frowning at the very uncharacteristic dirty thought, urge really, she blinked and stared blankly down,

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The Office - One

Two | Three | Four | Five

“Hey, watch this,” you glanced at Peter to see him smiling at you, nodding toward Sam, the office nuisance, through the open door of the break room, you looked at the marble in his hand and gave him a confused look. He just smiled at you, mouthing ‘watch!’ before reaching his hand up. “I’m going to shoot this at the trashcan. No one’s in the office with him, he’s gonna be so spooked.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep your smile down as you nodded for him to continue, keeping your eyes trained on the trashcan to see whether he’d miss or not. Both of your smiles faltered when you heard the shatter of glass – Peter miscalculated his aim, missing the trashcan by a long shot and hitting the coffee mug on Sam’s desk instead. They only stayed long enough to hear Sam’s booming scream from the impact of the hot coffee and glass shards before jumping to their feet and heading to their respectful cubicle.

“Well, that was an unfortunate use of our lunch break.”

“Yeah, Parker. Your pranks are getting weak. Might wanna use your lunch breaks to try to redeem yourself.” You shoved his shoulder as you teased him, only earning a small laugh and a shove back.

“Alright, (L/N), we’ll go with your genius, master plan next.” You winked as he sat down at his desk and you walked over to take your seat behind the receptionist desk.

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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Your voice sounds just like my phone sex operator’s voice.”
“Excuse me?” She replies, absolutely appalled at the strangers comment. She is utterly confused on how she got into this situation, she had done absolutely nothing to draw attention to herself. Sat in the waiting room of the veterinarian’s office with her dog (a seven year old golden doodle named Bella) she had just been studying for her organic chemistry exam, with headphones in. Beethoven’s “Fur Elise” was her mantra for everything. Whenever she was studying or working out, the song helped her calm down and focus on whatever task was at hand. But then, she had this prick tap on her shoulder and spit this misogynistic comment at her. All she had done was reach down to pet and comfort her pup, who always got nervous at the vet’s office. Any remaining whisper of calm left from “Fur Elise” has evaporated from her body.
“Yeah,” the asshole responds with a chuckle and a smirk, “Her name, is Janice. She’s got the sexiest voice in the world, second to yours of course. Always manages to get me hard when-”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” A third voice chimes in.
She turns around abruptly, thanking the heavens that someone is coming to help defend her. She was never fond of confrontation.
A boy, about her age, was standing there holding his fluffy cat. It’s obvious by the expression on his face that he’s just as puzzled and enraged by the disgusting comments this stranger has felt the audacity to announce to the whole office.
“Is that how you pick up all your women? By berating them and making them objectified and uncomfortable? How about next time you take a gentler approach, like, I don’t know, maybe a hello first? Ask her about her dog maybe. Also, where the fuck is your pet? Why are you even here? This is a vet’s office you know. Not some sleazy bar that you are probably used to.” He rages all of this in a very short amount of time, and the entire office goes still.
The receptionist is already speed walking around her desk, to diffuse the situation.
“Sir,” she points to the offending stranger, “If you don’t plan on doing any business with us while staying appropriate, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Or I can call the police. It’s your choice.”
The older man’s face is flush with embarrassment, and the vein on his neck is protruding offensively. Before anyone else is able to respond, he gets up abruptly and walks out the door, slamming it shut on his way out, making the bell attached to the top ring loudly. The receptionist turns around promptly and walks back to her desk.
“Jesus Christ,” the girl whispers, clutching her dog’s leash and headphones close in her hand. She is still so taken aback by the whole situation, and not sure of how to process the encounter that occurred just seconds before.
The boy moves to sit next to her with the cat perched in his lap, a few seats away.
He looks into her eyes, “I know this place isn’t necessarily on the best side of town, but I assumed that it’s because the costs here are cheap. I didn’t expect to people taken advantage of. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
She smiles into her hands in her lap, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
She assumes he can feel her embarrassment radiating from her chair, so he’s quick to change the subject.
“Who do we have here?” He says leaning down to Bella who has her face rested on her paws on the floor. He readjusts the squeaking animal on his lap, “Is it okay if I pet her?”
“Oh yes of course!” She responds flustered, “Her name is Bella, she’s a golden doodle. So a mix between a poodle and a golden retriever.” He reaches down to scratch behind her fluffy ear and pat her head. Bella lifts her head up and wags her tail excitedly.
“Ah I see. So she has the coat of a poodle and the athleticism of the retriever. Does she take the intelligence from both?”
“Yes! She’s an amazing dog.” Both of them turn their gaze to the dog on the floor, where Bella soaks up the attention.
Only about ten seconds of comfortable silence go by before the cat in the boy’s lap squeaks a loud meow.
“Oh hush, you big baby.” He looks down at the disgruntled creature, “I can’t love on any other animals besides you?”
She gives the kitty a big smile, “Who do we have here?” She asks the boy.
“His name is Genghis. I got him off of craigslist, so I’m not sure what breed he his, but he likes to talk a lot that is for sure. My name is Harry, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Harry. Do you mind if I pet him?” She asks politely.
“You can try, he is just a little wary around strangers, but he isn’t a biter so you should be - oh,” He’s interrupted by Genghis’ loud purring. When he was talking, she reached her hand out tentatively to the cat, and he immediately rose his body into her hand and started purring. Harry is shocked, it seemed that in all his years that he had Genghis, Harry was the only one he could truly tolerate. Genghis only purred in the comfort of their own home, under the covers in Harry’s soft bed.
“That’s amazing! You must be some sort of animal whisperer.” Harry looks at the girl with such a shocked expression. Her only response is a giggle, as she scratches behind the cat’s ears.
All of a sudden, Genghis stands up out of Harry’s lap, and hops over the two seats into the girl’s lap where he promptly curls up and falls asleep.
“He likes you more than me! I can’t believe this, I guess I just have to keep you around, huh?”

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whenever you get time to fill this I would so love it. Beckett comes to left to grab some clothes,and finds that Castle is in the shower singing "I've Got You Under My Skin" by Sinatra. Instead of doing what she knows she should do, leave and not let how much she misses him get to her, she joins him in the shower. I just want some sappy Caskett honestly. Up to you whether Kate decides to come home or she still leaves. 😁

A/N: Set any time between 8x05 and 8x07.


Kate holds her breath while she unlocks the front door to the loft, releasing a soft exhale after her eyes scan the room, catching no signs of life. 

It’s not until she steps further inside that she hears the shower running from their bedroom’s en suite.

But it’s fine. She only needs a couple of minutes to sneak into the closet, snag a few outfits for the next week, and she’ll be back out of the loft before he’s even finished. Castle won’t even know she was here.

Which is what’s best, she reminds herself. Over and over again.

Beckett purses her lips and steps out of her heels, pads through his office and tiptoes through the bedroom, just a breath away from the closet’s entry when she pauses at the sound of his voice, the tenor of his humming.

It’s muffled, likely indiscernible to anyone else, but she recognizes the soft melody of his voice within seconds, his rather sorrowful rendition of the song they used to sing together in the shower, when she was feeling silly and love drunk and reveled in the baritone of his voice caressing her with the heated spray of water while they danced within the tile walls.

She closes her eyes and drops her forehead against the wall.

You’re keeping him safe. Castle has to be safe.

Kate pushes off the wall, determined and dead set on the closet once more-

Don’t you know, little fool, you never can win?”

The rest of the words fail to come, the lyrics that usually belonged to her, and if she can’t manage to suck it up and grab her clothes, then she needs to get out before Castle emerges from the shower.

Kate sucks in a breath and forces herself away from the closet. She means to turn for the exit, but heads for the bathroom instead.

A thick cloud of steam rushes to greet her the moment she eases the door open, slipping inside without a sound, her eyes immediately seeking out the blurred image of him behind the fogged glass door.

Use your mentality,” he carries on, more of a sigh than a song. “Wake up to reality.”

Kate shrugs the blazer from her shoulders, unbuttons her shirt, her slacks. 

But each time that I do just the thought of you, makes me stop before I begin.”

She notices he’s not even bathing as she steps out of her pants, her underwear, leaving her clothes in a pile by the door. He’s leaning against the wall, unknowingly mimicking her position from moments before - his head against the tile and his body stagnant as the water pounds down onto his skin.

God, he’s miserable. So miserable. And it’s all her fault. 

“’Cause I’ve got you.” She had thought she was doing the right thing, the only thing driving her to keep going, to stay away from him. But nothing about this felt right at all. “Under my skin.”

He doesn’t look up when she slides open the shower door, his eyes closed, water droplets clinging to his lashes, and doesn’t hear the quiet sound of her footsteps navigating through the puddles along the tile flooring. 

It isn’t until she tiptoes up behind him, touches her forehead to the bow of his spine, the back of his neck, that he startles, instantly reaching for the hand she splays at his ribcage, his thumb brushing her wedding band for confirmation.


The water drenches her in seconds and she closes her eyes, nudges her nose to his shoulder blade and wraps her arms around him when he draws her left hand up the wall of his chest, her fingertips to his lips. 

“Not as good as a solo routine, Castle,” she rasps, barely loud enough to be heard over the hiss of water.

“Tell me about it,” he murmurs, squeezing her hand before shifting in the embrace of her arms, turning around to see her face, shielding her from the pelt of water with his back. “How long have you been here?”

She blinks through the haze of steam, but her eyes are still stinging, tears mingling with the water already dripping along her cheeks. He strokes his thumbs over the vulnerable skin beneath her eyes anyway, stares down at her with so much question and concern and heartbreak for them both.


“Around the final verse,” she whispers, tilting her cheek into the cradle of his palm, covering the back of his hand with her own. “I’m sorry I made you sing alone.”

A laugh escapes his lips, breathless and worn, broken, and Castle shakes his head, slips his hand from her cheek to her nape. 

“My lack of a musical partner is kind of the least of my concerns,” he mumbles, tugging gently, but she arches on her toes in her haste to be closer, to snake her arms around his neck and seal the slick skin of her chest to his, to hold him.

“I’m sorry I left you alone,” she breathes at his ear, one of her hands fisting in his hair. “I’m so sorry I left.”

“Then come home,” he answers without hesitation, his arms banding around her back, trapping her tightly against his chest.

It’s the first time she’s felt as if she could breathe in weeks.

“Please just come home, Kate,” he sighs, resting his cheek to hers. “I understand if you need space-”

“No, no more space. Never needed space from you,” she confesses. “These last few weeks have been - horrible, Rick. I never should have left in the first place.”

His throat works against her shoulder, questions wrapping tension around his spine, building with the billowing steam around them. “What’s going on, Kate?”

“I’ll tell you everything,” she concedes, even as her stomach twists, the idea of putting his life at risk making her nauseous. “Just - this first?”

She turns her head, grazes her nose along his cheek and sighs at lack of resistance he puts up, the easy tilt of his chin towards her and the welcome return of his mouth. His hands cradle her jaw as he nods, presses her back into the shower wall.

“No matter what,” he murmurs, kissing her bottom lip. “You’re staying.”

She hums her agreement, rising on her toes when he slants his mouth over hers, sends rivulets of heat trickling through her veins with the thorough stroke of his tongue.

“No more singing alone,” she mumbles, coasting her hands up the dripping flesh of his back, fingertips sluicing along his skin with the stream of water. “Promise.” 

It was a beautiful song, he’d admit that much. But it made him sad sometimes—and mostly for the reason that you were so sad each time you listened to it. You would never openly say when you were listening to it, but he caught the name of it every now and again. He listened to it on his own, on his way to work just so that you would feel he wasn’t spying on you.

Course if he asked you would gladly show him.

But as he mentioned, he knew music (duh) and he knew that some songs were just meant for one person sometimes.

Anyhow, there was a far off, wistful look you had when you listened to it. He knew it was the song because no matter what you were doing: work, cooking, cleaning, laundry, your eyes would sort of glaze over. You would clench your jaw and stare far off into space and move at glacial pace. Like you were trying to prolong the moment in time.

And as soon as the song was over you would look around to see if Harry was there and if he was you would smile and ask him if he wouldn’t mind making you a cup of tea.

The two of you had been together for a little over a year and a half and you asked him if he wanted to move in. You offered his own room just so he could have some space and not be intrusive.

To that he rolled his eyes and happily placed his clothing in the drawers beside yours.

That was your nature—you never wanted to burden; Harry didn’t think that it was possible, but you claimed it was. Instead he would tease you or roll his eyes (sometimes both) and just ignore your burdening feeling. Harry knew you felt like a burden for always pestering about him being a burden—and that one was hard to explain.

However, this was different.

Because never in the year and half and then some, had you ever called Harry at work. Never. Even after the time you sliced your hand on a sharp edge of one of the old radiators in your classroom and had to get stitches—Harry just got a text saying I had an accident at school…on an unrelated note can you grab some large bandages on your way home? Xx

So he figured that this was dire that you were finally calling him.

“Hello, love?” He said into the phone gently. He didn’t want to spook you. For like he said, this was probably dire and he figured it was best to be calming regardless of what he thought you would say or how his heart tried beating through the phone to comfort you itself.

There was no answer, though. So he said hello a few more times and smirked with relief each time he said hello realizing that it was of course a pocket dial. He listened for a moment hearing the hum of your car and the sound of music.

But not just any music.

It was the song. The song that you listened to only when you were down. Harry was back to alarmed because he didn’t want you to have that wistful look while you drove—that seemed like it could be dangerous.

He stepped out of the office to stand in the hall in privacy as he listened. He heard sniffles and his heart nearly snapped in half for you because he felt like you were breaking and if he could sense that over the phone he could only imagine how much pain you were in.

Toward the middle of the song, the music was building and this is usually when your jaw clenches tighter. But now your tears must have been flowing and your sniffles were louder. Harry listened intently, praying you made it home safely so you would at least be in your comfy apartment to cry your heart out.

He knew something was off for a few days now because the song seemed to be playing a lot—but he couldn’t figure out why. Nothing seemed wrong. He thought everything was okay with your relationship with him. Your family was okay as far as he knew. Work was a little overwhelming, but again it seemed fine. You were always sunshiney and bright, it really hurt him to hear you so upset.

As Harry listened for any signs that you were about to crash your car or you were about to be blinded by tears you screamed at the top of your lungs. Harry had to jerk the phone away from his ears and several people passing him could hear the noise coming out of his phone (at least, according to the curious glances they made toward him). Nothing of this nature had ever come past your lips. You were a teacher, nothing but kind, gentle words ever came out of your mouth. To hear this gut-wrenching, horror movie-worthy, soul-reaching, body-aching scream rip out of you worried him to no end.

But he was so stunned all he could do was hang up the phone as soon as he heard the sound end and your deep breaths filled with small sniffles.

He stared at his phone in silence for a few moments wondering what on earth that was about. He could hardly focus on getting back into the room. He was truly in awe. Gratefully, his body seemed to be working faster than his mind as he reentered the room, and said, “There’s an emergency, I have to leave right away.”

And that he did.


Your car was in the lot in perfect condition. Easing his heart slightly, Harry climbed the steps to your floor and entered the apartment. Immediately, the stereo with that hauntingly beautiful song playing from it, clicked off.

You peered around the corner and smiled sweetly. “You’re home early,” you remarked. Turning back to the counter, you were dicing tomatoes and onions and Harry noted the fajita seasoning smell in the air. He opened the fridge to get the head of lettuce to help but you shooed his hands away from the knives. “M’turn,” you muttered as he answered your previous remark at the same time.

“Mm,” he said kissing your forehead. The only way he could have possibly known you were different without that phone call is your voice was slightly scratchy. “Missed you,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes sweetly. “I doubt you would leave early for me,” you joked.

Harry tilted his head at you and pursed his lips. “Darling, I would do anything for you,” he said simply and meaningfully. It took you aback a little as you diced the onion on the cutting board. It was a bit heavy for a tiny joke.

But Harry wasn’t sure if he should have joked with you all those times about being a burden. He worried it was perhaps, what made you so upset earlier today.

“Oh…well, erm…thank you,” you said awkwardly and blushed a bit. Harry watched you a few moments staring at you curiously. He picked up the remote right by you and he turned up the volume and watched as your eyes flicked back and forth from the remote to the onions nervously.

“Where did you hear this song?” He wondered.

You shrugged. “A TV show.”

“It’s beautiful.” You nodded cautiously in response. “A bit…mellow,” he said softly.

You continued to nod. “It’s from a very solemn scene,” you explained.

He was starting to put pieces together. “Baby, did you know you called me today?” He asked.

Your eyebrows pinched together and you shook your head. “I don’t call you at—”

“I think it was a pocket dial; on your way home this afternoon,” he said simply.

You stopped chopping and you looked straight at the cutting board. “Oh.”

He waited listening to the music. He felt bad, like he was making you nervous—it’s not that he was putting you on the spot or on trial—he just wanted to make sure you were okay. “You can scream pretty good,” he decided a joke would help this situation.

He was wrong.

You felt like you were suffocating and you searched your mind to explain what that could have been but you came up short. You were caught. The tears were burning your eyes immediately and you put your hands together, clasped at your waist and you squeezed a little tight on your own hands just to breathe normally.

Coming around the counter he placed a hand on the back of your arm and pushed a bit of hair behind your ear. “Would you mind telling me why you’re so upset lately, love?” He whispered so sweetly.

It broke you again. You felt like someone had just melted all your atoms into nothing and you turned to Harry as he pulled you tight to his body against his chest, and cupped the back of your head soothingly petting your soft hair down your back. He kissed the top of your head and listened again as you sobbed to this hauntingly beautiful song.


After several minutes, some water, and a few moments of quiet, Harry wiped your cheeks while you hiccupped on your breath. “How do you know I’m upset?” You asked.

He shrugged. “Because I love you,” he said simply. You smiled brokenly and blushed just a little. You shook your head.


“Because you play this song every time you’re down and then you go back to normal. So I just know,” he said easily. “When I heard it through your phone, I was worried you were gonna crash—I wasn’t spying. You always get this dazed look—I was worried about your safety.”

Even when he was upset he was sweeter than sugar.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and swallowed like it was the first time you had done so in a while. Harry waited patiently.

“I’m not happy right now,” you whispered. “I don’t know what’s wrong. But I’m angry and scared and I feel very alone and that’s not true, I have you any moment I want…I’m just…a mess.”

“No love,” he shook his head frowning at you. “No…you’re sad, that’s all.” He cooed and rocked you gently in his arms as he hugged you. He had a lot he wanted to say but he knows how hard it was for you to tell him those words just now.

So for right now, all he had to do was hold you tightly and rock you until the two of you could conquer this new problem together. At one point Harry scooped you into his arms and draped you over his lap, kissing your forehead once more and kissing the side of your head.

“I told you anything, love. I love you so much,” he promised. “We’ll talk in just a bit…but we’re just gonna cuddle right now.”

You felt a few more loving tears roll down your cheeks. “Harry Styles, I love you more than I could ever describe,” you shook your head.

He smirked sweetly at the notion and kissed the tip of your nose. “That’s all I’ll ever need, baby.”

❝ Seven big and annoying brothers  ❞

Plot: You’re BTS’ manager daughter and they treat you like a little child sometimes, but they really care about you and love you a lot. 

Words count: 2k+

Pairing: BTS x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Waiting was something you hated with all your heart. The only thing that made it even slightly bearable was the fact that most of the time you waited was into your father’s office. Office located right next to BTS’ personal rehearsal room.  

The sound of music, although the rooms were soundproof, came to your ear at that moment and a little smile drew on your lips when you immediately recognized the song. They were practicing for the umpteenth time the choreography of “Not Today”, although there were no more smears in any of them.  

Your textbooks suddenly became boring and you knew your father would scold you later, but at that moment you just wanted to sneak into the rehearsal room and watch them.  

So you abandoned the books, your desire to study and with a stealthy step you opened the door; checking that there was no one in the hallway. You were 15 years old, but you were well aware of having to be quiet and silent when you were doing similar things.  

The idea of seeing them was pleasant, despite every time you were in their company each of them; From “good” big brothers, teased you or tried to get the worst side out of you. So much so that you sometimes wondered if you were really younger than them since you were very mature for your age.  

On your toes you reached the door of the rehearsal room, opening it slightly and feeling how the music increased exponentially of volume only thanks to that small opening. Smiling you opened, even more, the door and entered, in a complete silence, going to hide in a corner of the room. Exactly behind their duffel bags, completely crammed together.  

Trying not to giggle you looked in the mirrors their movements, as Hoseok drove the others and gave advice on advice when maybe someone stepped wrong; Or as Yoongi that at every pause he threw himself on the floor and bent on himself trying to catch his breath; Or how the Maknae line despite the exhausting hours of work continued to have the strength to annoy his Hyung.  

“I heard that Y/N is here.”  

Your name pronounced by Taehyung took your attention and you focused better on him, while they were finally taking a break and sitting in a circle not too far from the duffel bags.  

“What?? And she didn’t come to say “hi”? That little ungrateful kid. ” Seokjin snorted, gulping water on water in an attempt to calm his wheezing breath.  

“I think she’s studying, her father told me she’s the best of her course.”  

“Really?? Ah, that little girl, she gives her parents satisfaction. ” Namjoon commented with a smile, while a slight redness dispersed on your cheeks.  

And in the excitement of the moment, to feel praised in that way, you would lose the balance and fall disastrously to the side. Away from the protection of the duffel bags and under the shocked gaze of all seven.  


“Oh, Yoongi Oppa! Don’t yell!! ” You murmured, stroking your left elbow, in the exact point where you hit the floor, while someone helped you get up and immediately felt Taehyung’s scent pinching your nostrils. You knew them since you were ten years old, you could recognize each one of them only by the scent.

“Hi, Taehyung oppa!” You murmured, hiding in the arms of the member who least teased you despite sometimes his childish but adorable behaviors.  

Immediately there were complaints that he had been the first to embrace you, so after Taehyung’s loud and funny whine because he did not want to let you go, you felt six pairs of arms squeezing around your body one at a time. They were your second family and each one of them, with his hug, could make you feel at home.  

“You know that eavesdropping isn’t a thing to do??”  

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ASSistant (pt 1/?)

pt one of a new fic lol

pairing: lin x reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive stuff

word count: 1,033

a/n: lemme know what u think xo

You shouldn’t have gone out with the girls last night. If your hangover wasn’t enough, you were running late. You practically ran to the theater, nearly making yourself sick when you checked the time.

“Y/N! There you are - is everything alright?” Lin was waiting at the front door with a cup of coffee.

“I’m so sorry,” you gushed, “I over slept and then my skirt ripped and -”
“Y/N,” he laughed, “It’s okay. We’re all allowed to be late.” After a beat, he added, “Once.”

You let out a breathy laugh, gratefully accepting the coffee in his hands, “Lin, I’m you’re assistant. I’m supposed to be getting you coffee.”

Lin only laughed, “Please. You cover my ass day in and day out, coffee is the least I can do.” You nodded feebly, pulling your iPad out of your bag.

“Besides, you look like you had a rough morning.”

Your face twisted in confusion.

A smirk riddled his face, “You shirt is on inside out.”

You gasped, running into the nearest bathroom to switch your blouse over. When you walked out, Lin was leaning on a wall. Hoping to avoid embarrassment, you immediately started on his week.

“So you have a meeting tonight with Karen, and then tomorrow you’re on with Fallon. Lin?” He wasn’t listening, rather, he was staring at one of the dancers.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Lin snapped out of it, turning quickly to see you, “Someone’s got a bite today.”

You shrugged, “Come on, you’ve got two shows today. Go get ready.”

You walked in his dressing room, knocking as you opened the door. You had to drop off some papers and his outfit for the Late Night show tomorrow.

“I could’ve been naked.”

“Thank God you weren’t.”

“Yeah, 20 minutes doesn’t give us enough time anyways,” he smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Is everything that comes out of your mouth suggestive?”
“Depends, what are you suggesting?” He toyed.

You ignored it this time, “I need you to sign this,” you said, throwing a packet on his makeup counter. You hung the blue suit up on his door before turning on your heel to leave.

“Why are you giving me the suit now? The show isn’t until tomorrow.”

You shrugged, “I’m not gonna be there tomorrow. I have a date.”

“A date? With -”

None of your business.”

“Don’t fuck on the first date!” He yelled as you shut the door, rolling your eyes as you did so. You were always rolling your eyes around him. God, he was annoying.

The date went well. Really well, actually. So when you went back to the theater Tuesday, you were wearing the same shirt you did on your date.

“How was the date?” Lin said, rushing to your side the second you walking through the doors.

“Fine, thanks.”

“That’s it! I want to hear about this prick,” he teased.

“I don’t date pricks. I leave those for you.”

“I do not date pricks -”

Emily.” You fought back, your voice drenched in sarcasm. Lin laughed for a second before nodding.

“Did you like him?” He asked, this time less pushy.

You nodded, “He was very nice.”

“That all?”

You bit your lip to hide your smile. Unfortunately for you, Lin instantly caught it.

“Go, Y/L/N! I didn’t think you had it in you,” his words were light hearted, but he felt something inside him stir regardless. Immediately, he brushed this aside.

The show that day went off without a hitch. Every scene seemed to go perfectly, every song seamless; even the orchestra sounded better than usual. As a result, you weren’t surprised when the cast decided to go out for drinks.

Politely declining, you explained to Pippa that you had some work to finish up. Then again, when didn’t you have work to finish.

You heard a knock on your office door around two in the morning. Running your hand over your face, you called out, “Come in!”

To your surprise, Lin was waiting on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You offered a half smile, looking down at your paper one last time before pulling your stray hair into a pony tail. You had to look twice at him, rubbing the tired out from under your glasses.

Your brows knit together at the sight of his sullen state, “Why aren’t you out with the rest of the cast?” Lin didn’t even look a little buzzed, let alone drunk. He shrugged.

“Just wasn’t feeling it,” you saw right through his lie. You were about to come back with some witty remark about Lin always wanting alcohol, but the way his eyes looked made your heart fall a little.

“I’m just finishing up some work,” you said, looking back to him, “We could go get a cup of coffee.”

His eyes went bright again before offering a small nod.

“Okay, good. Um, yeah. Give me fifteen minutes and we can go, yeah?”

He nodded again, taking a seat on the couch along the wall. You could barely focus on the paperwork with his eyes on you. As his assistant, it was your job to make sure things went smoothly for him. What caused this hiccup?

At the coffee shop, he was quiet. If he wanted to tell you, he would. So you filled the silent void with stories of your mother, from high school, and even your date. Around six in the morning, he eyes left yours and fell to the window behind you.

“What?” You tried, turning around. Then you saw it: the sun was rising, coloring the sky different hues of red.

You smiled a little, turning back to see him. All you wanted to know was what he was thinking at that moment.

He stood up, offering a hand to you, leading you outside to watch the rest of the sunrise. You shivered a little at the cool air. Immediately, Lin took off his jacket and gave it to you. As he watched the sun go up, you saw his smile grow, like he was relaxing.

And that smile? It warmed you in ways his jacket couldn’t.

The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt7

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times. If you are concerned that it may be triggering for you, please feel free to message me about it and I can let you know in more detail exactly what happens <3

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6

Music filled the small apartment, drifting through the walls so the neighbors heard, out the window, and under the front door to where you stood. It was a lovely melody, one that sounded of longing and heartbreak, of losing something one knew they could never regain.

You were going to murder Namjoon.

You had no idea how, seeing as he was already dead and a ghost, but that didn’t change your intent as you made your way down the hallway, throwing open your bedroom door to see the spirit sitting at your keyboard. The moment you set eyes on him, his fingers could no longer play the keys, and the room fell silent.

Excuse you, I was composing.” Namjoon snapped, turning around to see you fixing him with a glare. You blinked at him. He looked more transparent that usual for a moment, but was back to normal just as fast.

“At top volume? So all the city could hear? When the landlord comes over here because the neighbors are complaining about the noise, I’m the one who’s going to be in trouble, Namjoon. Now cut it out.”

Your room was a mess. Papers littered the floor, covered in handwritten notes and scribbled lyrics. You picked one of them up, examining it in the light.

“Do you know how boring it is to be dead?” Namjoon grumbled, looking back at your old, beaten up keyboard. “I used to make music every day. And now you want me to–what? Watch TV? I don’t want to.”

You fixed Namjoon with a blank stare. “You could at least keep the volume down.”

Namjoon shook his head. “The neighbors don’t mind. I used to play like this all the time when I was alive, they never complained.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just to give you a heads up, we’re having an exorcism next week.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at you. “Why? Have you been possessed by a demon? I guess it would explain some things…”

“No.” You rubbed your eyes. Namjoon was impossible. “It’s to get rid of you.”

“Oh.” Namjoon suddenly fell quiet. You weren’t sure what you expecting–maybe for him to be mad? Or perhaps to be happy?–but it certainly wasn’t for Namjoon to look sad.

“I thought you wanted to move on?” You asked gently, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “You’re always complaining about being a ghost.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to stop existing.” Namjoon muttered, his hands hovering just above the keys. “Why next week? Why not sooner?” He asked suddenly.

“Hoseok said he knows some people who can help, but they aren’t free any day this week.” You explained. Namjoon nodded.

“Can we try something first?” He asked, and you shrugged.

“Maybe. Depends on what it is.”

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Summary of Hamilton Songs
  • Alexander Hamilton: Yo I'm Alexander Hamilton and these are all the bitches I've fucked and/or fucked up
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Let's see how many things rhyme with Burr (also BRRAAAAH BRRAAAAH)
  • My Shot: Hamilton's not throwing away his shot or the fucking mike like holy shit this song is good
  • The Story of Tonight: We are best buds and this song is in no way foreshadowing sad events what are you talking about lets have another round
  • The Schuyler Sisters: WERK BITCH
  • Farmer Refuted: Hamilton: "My dog speaks more eloquently" Everybody: "OOOOOHH!"
  • You'll Be Back: The king's an abusive boyfriend who can't let things go and is also really cute--DA DA DA DA DA
  • A Winter's Ball: We're reliable wITH THE LADIES!!!
  • Helpless: Eliza is a cinnamon roll who needs her happy ending stfu
  • Satisfied: Angelica fucking wrecks it like holy shit this song will bring me back to life
  • The Story of Tonight Reprise: "She's married to a British officer" "Oh shit..."
  • Wait For It: And we all fall in love with Burr cuz he tears this shit up
  • Stay Alive: "I'm a general! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!" (And Hamilton will fight anyone like holy shit boy calm the fuck down)
  • Ten Duel Commandments: The awesome sounding counting game of fUCKING DEATH
  • Meet Me Inside: Hamilton gets called to the principals office
  • That Would Be Enough: Dude seriously Eliza just wants you to not fucking die like how hard is that
  • Guns and Ships: Just...I just can't...just listen to this one fucking french asshole give it all he's got
  • History Has Its Eyes On You: Basically Washington telling Hamilton not to fuck up
  • The World Turned Upside Down: America wins the war and this shit is intense (also "Immigrants, we get the job done")
  • What Comes Next: The king is still bitter--"AWESOME! WOW!"
  • Dear Theodosia: Dads and their kids make me cry every time also we see parallels between Burr and Hamilton like holy shit this is cool
  • Non-Stop: Hamilton slow down you're scaring ppl
  • What'd I Miss: Jefferson arrives 15 minutes late with Starbucks
  • Cabinet Battle #1: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY
  • Take A Break: Ok am I the only one who notices the beat of nothing when the sisters are like "Angelica, Eliza...the Schuyler sisters" like where the fuck is Peggy is she dead i think she's dead holy shit NO
  • Say No To This: Hamilton you dumb fuck say no to this
  • ...also Maria can belt like you won't believe
  • The Room Where It Happens: Burr is done with everyone's shit (also this song is life)
  • Schuyler Defeated: Burr drops some major foreshadowing with "I swear your pride will be the death of us all"
  • Cabinet Battle #2: "...France"
  • Washington on Your Side: Hamilton better watch his back
  • "Southern motherfuckin' dEMOCRATIC-REPUBLICANS!" "OH"
  • One Last Time: Washington has had enough of everyone's shit and is going home (like seriously he's the smartest person in this play he leaves before shit hits the fan)
  • I Know Him: Oh King George! We were wondering how you were doing...still creepy?...ok moving on
  • The Adams Administration: "Sit down John, you fat motherFUCKER"
  • We Know: Hamilton fucks up and no one's surprised at this point (also I love the little "No one else was in the room where it happened" addition from Burr like it just rubs salt in the wound here for their "friendship")
  • Hurricane: More Hamilton backstory/Wait For It Reprise
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN I REPEAT SHIT HAS HIT THE GODDAM FAN (also Angelica: "I'm not here for you" Everyone: "Oooooohhh!")
  • Burn: Ok let me just say Lin-Manuel Miranda has done such a good job with Eliza's character like for someone who we don't know anything about history wise, he really brought her to life in ways that make me want to cry
  • Blow Us All Away Reprise: philip no
  • philip no
  • PHILIP NO (also ha ha ha with the name of the song ha ha ha I'm laughing so hard I'm crying)
  • Stay Alive Reprise: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm dead there's no god there's no light at the end of the tunnel everything's helpless and there are tears flooding my cheeks
  • The Election of 1800: Everyone is thirsting after Hamilton like leave the man alone at this point dear god
  • Your Obedient Servant: Burr and Hamilton are passive aggressive af
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Reason for my death: Burr's "Wait!" when he shoots (and dear god I hope someone learns something from this like sometimes a fight isn't worth everything please I'm begging you learn to forgive)
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Eliza I'm so proud of you and I hope you find happiness in the end because I FUCKING DIDN'T THIS SHIT HAS ME BAWLING MY EYES OUT
  • ...time to listen to it all over again

bixxbyte  asked:

hey look, it's me back with another request! how about rfa + v and saeran with MC who sings all the time? like will just be walking around the house or doing something with music playing and singing? I'm always singing and I thought it would be a funny scenario. thanks!! :D

Another super cute and sweet request from you that I loved writing! I kind of re-wrote this a little bit to be more comforting because of yesterday’s events, I hope that’s okay and if not, don’t hesitate to tell me! Thank you so much for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • When you and Yoosung moved in together, he found his love for singing
  • You would sing around the house all of the time, he would be captivated by your beautiful singing voice but he’d always be too shy to join in with you
  • Yoosung loved it when you’d sing loudly in the shower so he could quietly sing along with you
  • One day Yoosung got the courage to sing along with you when you were singing one of his favorite songs
  • You had the music playing loudly as you were singing “Why do you build me up, buttercup baby!”
  • “Just to let me down, mess me around!” Yoosung loudly sang after your verse, his face blossoming bright red as he did
  • You giggled, nudging Yoosung as you continued “And worst of all, you never call baby!”
  • “When you say you will, but I love you still!” Yoosung finished off as he giggled along with you
  • The two of you finished singing the rest of the song while awkwardly but sweetly dancing around the house
  • You and Yoosung decided to have more random singing and dancing times throughout the day to put a smile on both of your faces


  • Zen’s basically a singing machine himself so he adores you singing all of the time
  • He records you singing all of the time and loves listening to those audios the minutes before he has to go on stage because it helps calm his nerves
  • Sometimes Zen will just sit on the couch, smiling with his eyes closed as he listens to you singing
  • He would love to join in with you singing but he doesn’t want you to think that he just wants attention so he usually backs off
  • That is until one night when you the two of you are cleaning dishes and you start singing one of his favorite songs
  • “A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep.” You gently sang as you handed a dish to Zen to dry
  • “In dreams you will lose your heartache, whatever you wish for you keep.” Zen continued for you as he put away the dish while smiling
  • The two of you sang that song over and over again all night long along with other Disney songs because Zen said that you were his true princess
  • You and Zen became known as the couple who would never stop singing


  • Jaehee never realized that singing could be so much fun, especially with you
  • You would sing all the time no matter where you were and Jaehee loved that
  • She adored your singing and would often do a little clap for you after you finished a song
  • But you noticed that Jaehee always had a hint in sadness in her eyes when you sang so you thought of a song that no one could resist singing
  • The two of you were making up a grocery list when you suddenly stood up and broke into song
  • “Oh I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody!” You singed loudly and smirked when you saw Jaehee stand up as well
  • “Yeah I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me!” Jaehee sang along, embarrassed but clearly enjoying herself
  • You both sang that song at he top of your lungs and when it was finished, the two of you were out of breath but smiling
  • Jaehee thanked you for giving her the opportunity to sing with you but decided to leave the vocals to you since her throats hurt just from singing that small part
  • But she still ended up joining you in song every once and a while


  • The most wonderful sound in the world to Jumin was your singling voice, so he loved it when you sang all of the time
  • He would smile to himself when he’d be working in his home office as your singing voice filled the penthouse
  • Once Jumin saw you singing to Elizabeth the third and almost shed tears, he took plenty of blurry pictures and a shaky video
  • Jumin wanted you to embrace your singing voice, saying it was the most pure singing he’s ever heard
  • You told him that you just sang for fun but you were curious about his voice so you set up a plan
  • One night, you and Jumin were driving home from seeing the musical Cats, he only agreed to go because it was about the most perfect creatures in the world plus there were no narcissists performing
  • As Jumin went on about the beauty of cats, you started singing knowing that he couldn’t resist joining in
  • “Memory, all alone in the moonlight, I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.” You sang softly and looked up at Jumin
  • “I remember the time I knew what happiness was, let the memory live again.” Jumin finished off in his deep voice
  • You sat there in shock at how amazing Jumin’s singing voice was and begged him to always sing with you
  • Driver Kim looked at the rear view mirror and chuckled as he watched you and Jumin happily singing the entire ride home and now all of the time at home


  • Seven admired you for many reasons, one of them being how you expressed yourself through singing
  • After long hours of hacking, hearing you sing around the house while doing mundane tasks would always bring a smile to his lips
  • His files are filled with audio clips of you singing, Seven will listen to them when he’s feeling anxious or upset
  • Just watching you do simple things like dust the house while singing always make Seven feel so happy and sometimes he’ll sing along in an off-tune voice
  • But you were curious to hear his real singing voice so one day when he was playing a video game, you started singing
  • “Sing with me a song of birthright and love, the light scatters through the sky above.” You sang softly hoping he’d finish
  • “Dawn breaks through the gloom white as a bone, lost in thoughts all alone.” Seven sang as he put down his game
  • You stood there shocked at his incredible singing voice but he only sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while giggling
  • The house was filled with you and Seven singing all of the time together, making a very annoyed Saeran and Vanderwood


  • V simply adored the fact that you sang around the house all of the time
  • Your voice was a sweet melody in his sensitive ears, he’d usually ask you to sing louder to which you happily agreed to
  • When V would organize through his photos, sometimes feeling a bit stressed, you would go behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulder while singing to him
  • He’d take photos of you singing all of the time, V especially loved the angelic look on your face when you’d perfectly hit a high note
  • One day you noticed V sorting through some older photos of him and Rika, subconsciously touching his eyes as they started to water so you did what you knew always made him happy
  • “‘Cause all of me, loves all of you.” You sang softly as you sat down next to V, setting the photos down and gently wiping his eyes
  • “Love your curves and all you edges, all your perfection imperfection.” V finished off as he traced his fingers along your body as you rubbed his cheeks
  • You complemented V on his amazing singing voice but he dismissed it, saying that you were the real star
  • He then quickly grabbed his camera and took a photo of the two of you, telling you that you both singing was true love


  • Throughout his entire recovery progress, one of the best medicines for Saeran was your singing
  • Although he’d try to act annoyed, Saeran secretly loved you singing around the house while going about your day
  • He admired your voice and never thought that someone’s singing could be so soothing and calming
  • Of course when no one was looking, Saeran would even crack a smile when you sang a particularly slow and relaxing song
  • Your silly singing truly helped Saeran, especially when he was having panic attacks or felt doubtful
  • Unwanted negative thoughts of you hating him filled Saeran’s head, pulling at his hair as his panic attack started, he felt you snuggle into his chest
  • “You are my sunshine my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray .” You sang softly as rubbed Saeran’s arm soothingly and kissing his cheeks
  • “You’ll never know dear how much I love you, p-please don’t take my sunshine a-away.” Saeran sang in a whisper, his voice cracking as tears flowed down his face
  • The two of you continued to sing together until his panic attack subdued, with Saeran wrapping his arms around you thanking you for all that you do for him
  • That became the song that you and Saeran would sing together when he felt anxious, it was also the song that the two of you danced to at your first dance during your wedding