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What Are Your Top 5 Favorite Musical Songs?

Here are mine(in no particular order):

On My Own: Although I’ve haven’t experienced romantic love yet, I adore this song! It’s well orchestrated and sung by Frances Ruffelle, her voice is beautiful.

The Wizard & I: I can relate to Elphaba’s wish to be accepted since I felt that way too. Idina Menzel’s sings amazingly and gets into character so well. I also saw this song performed live and the way it’s done on stage made me like this song more.

Satisfied: Love the blending of rapping and regular singing in this song. It works so well! Renée Elise Goldsberry nails it and made me see Angelica in a different, but good way.

Breathe: I haven’t heard the whole soundtrack yet, but “Breathe” is such a standout to me so far. Again, I relate to Nina’s fear of disappointing her family(I feel that way 24/7). Mandy Gonzalez sings very well and her high notes are delightful to hear. As an Hispanic, I really enjoyed the addition of Spanish.

I Don’t Need Your Love: Izuka Hoyle nails the vulnerability of Catherine Parr’s sad story of losing her love, and her growing confidence in herself later on. The latter part of the song makes me feel so powerful. All the women singing together by the end was so good! Their voices blended so well together.

Y’all I’m back on my Hamilton shit 😀😭

Okay I think something might genuinely be wrong w me bc I’ve watch Hamilton three times this week and not to mention how many times I have listened to the soundtrack?! 😀😭

The way I was listening to Hamilton when I found this >>

a winter’s ball

pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

warnings: language

word count: 2,000

summary: Bob gets a commendation at the naval anniversary ball. I did not just write this because i was listening to hamilton.

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The entire Dagger Squad had been invited to the Naval Anniversary Ball. They were all being given commendations as well. You were excited because you’d never gone to an event that required evening gowns. You begged Bob to go shopping with you, but he refused. He told you he wanted to be surprised when he saw you in your dress.

“It’s not a wedding,” you told him.

“I know,” he said. “But I want to be surprised. You’re going to look so pretty.”

The memory made your heart flutter, even though you thought he was being ridiculous. Bob had taken refuge in the hotel bathroom as soon as you’d started getting ready. He had brought everything he needed to get ready into the bathroom that morning so that he could hide there while you got ready in the rest of the room. You had finished your hair and makeup. All that was left to do was put on your dress. You pulled it over your head and then reached behind you to pull up the zipper, but you could only make it halfway up your back.

“Bobby?” You called towards the bathroom.

“Are you ready?” His voice was filled with excitement.

“I can’t get the zipper up.” You were walking through the room towards the bathroom. Bob was quiet for a second.

“Okay, I’ll close my eyes and you can come in and put my hands on the zipper,” he said.

“Everything else is ready, what difference does it make?” You opened the door.

“Ah!” Bob exclaimed as he shut his eyes tightly. “You didn’t say you were coming in!”

“Can you just get the zipper, Bobby?” You requested. He held out his hands towards you, keeping his eyes closed. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I know you’re rolling your eyes at me,” he said.

“Good, I was worried you couldn’t feel it,” you replied snappily. Bob chuckled.

“Just come here,” he called. You crossed the room and turned around. You grabbed his hands and guided them to the back of the dress. He carefully pulled the zipper up, feeling for the hook and eye at the top of the dress and linking it together with his eyes closed as well. He covered his eyes with his hands once he’d gotten your dress fixed. You moved away and stood in front of him, straightening out the dress.

“Okay, dork, you can open your eyes,” you said.

“Swear you’re not lying?” Bob asked.

“Really, Bobby?” Your exasperation was clear.

“Fine, fine. Just checking,” he said. He pulled his hands away from his eyes. He grinned widely the moment he saw you.

“Oh, honey,” Bob murmured under his breath. “You look exquisite.” His southern drawl was heavy and his voice had a softness to it that you adored. Your dress was made of a lightweight fabric that moved like shimmering water as you walked. The straps hung off the side of your arms, leaving your shoulders and collarbones bare above the dipping neckline. The color of the fabric contrasted with your skin perfectly. The dress wasn’t overly tight, but it highlighted your figure and the skirt had a slit up the left leg. Bob looked you up and down, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. Your cheeks heated as you glanced down at the floor bashfully. You moved your hands behind your back and linked them together nervously. He smiled when he noticed.

“You’ve gotta get used to being stared at tonight, sweetheart,” Bob said. “You’re gonna be the prettiest girl at the ball.”

“You’re the only one who will think that,” you said.

“We’ll see,” he said with a smirk. Bob grabbed his hat from his desk and then stood in front of you. “Does everything look alright?” He asked, gesturing to his uniform. You stepped towards him and straightened out his wings, pinned to the clean white fabric of his uniform.

“Perfect,” you said. He smiled and leaned down to give you a quick peck. He leaned away, holding his hand out to you as he walked towards the door.

“Come on, sweetheart. I want everyone to see how pretty my girl is,” he flirted. You smiled bashfully and took his hand.

The beginning of the ball was a whirlwind. Arriving at the opulent building into downtown Washington, D.C. hand in hand with Bob as he spoke to many different Admirals, all of them congratulating him on the Dagger Squad mission was almost overwhelming. You could tell even your level headed Bob was nervous. His posture would tighten up and his grip on your hand would stiffen. You would lean into him a bit more and give his hand a gentle squeeze each time and his body would relax.

The commendation ceremony happened before dinner and watching Cyclone pinning the medal to Bob’s chest made you more proud than you had ever been in your life. He looked at you sitting at the table, empty as everyone else assigned to the table was on stage receiving the medal. Bob gave you a smile and a wink. You blushed and blew him a kiss.

When the ceremony was over the Dagger squad returned to the table and dinner began. As he finished his food, Hangman leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest.

“How is Bob the only one of us with a hot date?” Hangman asked with a grin on his face. Bob’s eyes shot up to him.

“Hangman—” Bob started.

“Because he’s not a jackass,” Phoenix piped up.

“I do appreciate that about you,” you joked, reaching out to caress Bob’s cheek delicately. He caught your hand in his and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Will you dance with me, sweetheart?” Bob asked you. You gave him a sweet smile.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied happily. Bob rose from the table and pulled your chair out for you. He pulled you against his body when you reached the dance floor

“I’m so proud of you, Robby,” you said as you ran your fingers over his new medal on his chest, your other hand linked with Bob’s. He smiled and kissed your temple.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your head. You hummed happily.

“I love you too, Robby,” you said as you leaned your head against his shoulder. You swayed to the music, Bob twirling you about in his arms every now and then. Neither of you knew much about dancing, but you loved each other. After a few dances you and Bob headed to the balcony for some air and to take in the view. Before you could even begin to appreciate the moment, Cyclone was walking up to you and Bob.

“Lieutenant Floyd, Admiral McCarthy and I would like a word if you have a moment,” Cyclone said. Bob glanced at you. McCarthy was the Admiral at his base and you could tell that he was starting to panic. You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Go on, Robby,” you encouraged him. “I’ll be here.” Bob nodded, swallowing his nerves.

“Yes, sir,” he agreed. He kissed your cheek chastely before he walked away with Cyclone. You stood on the balcony in the cool night air. The city lights of downtown Washington, D.C. shone beneath you and you were able to make out a few of D.C.’s landmarks in the distance, even from the top of the high rise building. You leaned against the railing of the balcony, taking in the view.

Your thoughts turned to Bob, as they always did when you didn’t have a task to complete, and sometimes even when you did. You were so proud of him. You were beyond glad that you had found him and endlessly grateful that he loved you the way you loved him. There wasn’t a thing about him that you didn’t love or a part of him you wanted to change. You adored him in every way imaginable. Every moment you spent with him felt like you had won the lottery. You were completely and utterly whipped, but it didn’t matter because somehow he was even more devoted to you.

“What are you thinking about?” Bob’s voice came from behind you. You turned to see him approaching you. You reached your arms out, beckoning him to come close to you.

“You,” you admitted with a smile. His eyes lit up when he heard your words. His arms slid around your waist. His hand settled at the dip of your back, pulling your body close to his. “Was your conversation classified?” You asked with a smirk. Bob chuckled.

“No,” he said. He didn’t continue.

“Gonna make me beg, Bobby?” You joked. He smiled.

“That’ll come when we get back to the hotel,” he said. You giggled and blushed. Bob’s eyes sparkled with love as he watched you laugh.

“So?” You prompted again when your laughter had subsided. He took a deep breath.

“Cyclone wants me as a Top Gun instructor,” Bob admitted.

“Bobby, that’s great!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah?” He asked you.

“What? You don’t want the job?” You asked.

“Well, we’d have to move,” he said.

“So?” You asked.

“Your whole family is in Lemoore,” he replied.

“Honey, North Island isn’t even far enough away from Lemoore to take a plane,” you said flatly.

“Yeah, but…”

“‘But’ what?” You asked. “This is a great job, Bobby,” you said sweetly. “Why don’t you want to go?”

“You’re from Lemoore,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What’s so special about Lemoore, Robby?” You pressed. He sighed and dropped his shoulders.

“It’s where I met you,” he said. “It’s where I fell in love with you. All of my best memories are there.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“We can make more memories in North Island,” you told him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, though you could still tell he was holding back.

“If you don’t want the job, you don’t have to take it, right?” You said.

“No, I want the job, it’s just…” He trailed off.

“Robby, just tell me,” you called.

“I have a surprise planned for our anniversary,” he admitted.

“You have a surprise planned?” You asked with a smile. “What is it?”

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?” Bob teased you.

“Well, it’s already ruined, isn’t it? What’s the difference?” You asked. He smiled at you.

“I had a house picked out for us,” he told you. You smiled widely. “I was going to get us a place off base. It had rooms for when we have kids and a room that I was going to turn into an office for you.” He sounded so disappointed that his plans had been ruined. You leaned forward and gave him a soft peck.

“You know when you move to a new city, you usually get a new house,” you said, squeezing him lightly. Bob smiled at you softly.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just feel bad making you leave your hometown,” he said.

“My home is wherever you are, Robby. If you’re in North Island, that’s where I want to be,” you assured him. Bob smiled softly.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He told you with a smile. You smiled back and leaned into Bob’s arms, taking his hand and resting your head against his chest so you could sway back and forth slowly to the music that was drifting through the doors to the balcony. Bob’s heart fluttered as he held you in his arms. “I love you, honey,” he said out of nowhere. You leaned away so you could kiss him. When you pulled away he kept his eyes closed for a moment, savoring your affections.

“I love you too,” you said as he opened his eyes. “Sorry your surprise got ruined.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Now we can pick out a home together. Everything I do with you always turns out better.”

Hamilton lighting is on a whole other level I swear

Rewatching Hamilton for the millionth time and realizing king George just like doesn’t blink…

The way Anthony Ramos’s John Lauren’s looks at Lin Manuel-Miranda’s Alexander Hamilton is in my top 5 gayest shit I’ve ever seen list

Every time I hear someone have beef w the Hamilton soundtrack it makes me wanna throw hands fr