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It's 6 am, I'm bored, I love this show, this is for me 🔪

This man is,,,so soft

Not just personality wise hes just generally super soft from his hands to his hair to the sweaters he wears

His bed can barely fit him but that doesn't stop him from dragging you down with him and absolutely clinging to you

Nothing like laying in bed, one arm holding one of his many books while you're currled up by his side

The whole "this flower reminds me of you" line should be old by this point but every time he does it you just melt because hes so sincere

Its a two way street though give Seymour a gift and he's squeezing you and thanking you and looking at you like you own the moon

He's very insecure about himself and sometimes finds himself in little depressive spirals but a few well meaning kisses (and a very vulnerable heart to heart) and he perks up

Neither of you have a ton of money so dates tend to be walking hand and hand through the wholesale district observing all the little venders or staying in on the couch and making dinner for each other

Seymour's love langauge is definitly doing little things for his s/o

Maybe it's a packed lunch or a flower on your pillow but everytime he does it (and depending on the gift) he'll either get super red if you mention it or stare at you with big lovey puppy dog eyes

Are you cold? This man is the ultimate sweater giver, despite the fact seeing you in his clothes makes his face so red and his heart swell so much

PDA is hit or miss, he's either extremely happy to know that you're so in love with him you want the world to know or being embarrassed easily because Y/N Mr. Mushnik is right there we can't keep kissing-

If you're around during the whole Audrey II hellscape, he's very nervous about you being near her, yet at the same time wants to provide you a good life

Maybe not a little house out in the suburbs but enough that he doesn't have to sleep in the basement and you don't have to share an apartment with 3 other roomates to survive in Skidrow

Seymour is short. Seymour will still fist fight anyone that bad talks you.

its 2 am and I felt like writing, enjoy some random lifeguard au

     The once glaring summer sun has now set, causing darkness to fall over the pool. The last few kid are on their way out, and you can finally clock out. You hold Connor close, the stress of a long day finally getting to you. Gentle hands tread through your hair, guiding your lips up to meet his.

     “Walk me home?” You mumble against his lips, but make no move to pull any further away. Connor’s eyes meet yours, a small smile pulling up the edges of his mouth as he pulls you back in for another kiss. A chill suddenly runs though you and you cling to Connor, your swimsuit doing little to combat the now cold air.

dear evan hansen: the smell of my vocal coach's perfume, shades of blue, clean white kitchen counters, new york city at night, sobbing at the final performance during bows and taking off your shoes and dancing in a lake, the water lapping around your ankles.

hamilton: old books, holding hands with someone you love and laughing with them, cast parties, busy streets full of happy people, the sound of boots clicking on pavement, and black lace.

bye bye birdie: staying up late on skype with your internet friends, hugging, cute short boys, cute tall girls,street lamps and first times.

grease: dancing for hours and hours, laying on the back of your s/o's car all sweaty and exhausted, cherry coke, lipstick, fingers that always need something to hold, loud music, and late night carnival trips.