#Zoe Murphy imagine

[waynewifey]

hi i would really appreciate if you guys would reblog this fic!! tysm!! 💗

dear mr. wayne — b.w

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/the batman x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

part two?

[romcomeon]

𝟎𝟎𝟖. 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐒

✒ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋: it's not so impossible, nobody else but the two of us here / so you're saying it's possible, we can just watch the whole world disappear

✒ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓: reader as "evan hansen", diavolo as "zoe murphy"

✒ 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: diavolo x gn! reader, obey me x dear evan hansen (canon-compliant), fluff, slight angst, mentions of diavolo's mother, talks of grief and uncovering the past

✒ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒: wc: 3k+ | read on AO3 .ᐟ

✒ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒: @nick-writes-stuff / @eraofkalki

“Did she say anything else?”

You flinched, lifting your head from reading the old, worn out letter at his silken honey-like whisper. Your eyes were quick to focus on Diavolo’s form as he leaned on over to try and sneak a glimpse. You, however, placed the paper right on your chest, folding it right at the middle along the perfect crease from when you found it from the old brown envelope.

“About you?” you asked with a bit of a smirk. His booming excitement fades at your words, and instead was replaced with a more bashful expression. Diavolo’s face flushed crimson, cold, golden eyes away from the letter now held captive by your playful gaze. You’d wonder if you’ll joke about how the letters complained how Diavolo was quite playful inside the womb.

The prince stammered his words. “Oh no- Oh no-  nevermind I don’t want to—”

“No no no! She said— she said so many great things I’m just—” You took a deep breath, recomposing yourself. “I’m just trying to find the best ones.”

If you could tell him; tell him everything you see. If you could tell him how he’s everything to you. And you both were a million worlds apart, realms and dimensions scattered between individual galaxies. Infinite, and you were only two among billions.. If only he were given the chance to see himself in your eyes, to feel the warmth in your heart each time he passes by. 

But a star can't feel another's warmth if they are lightyears away, no?

You’ve already talked a lot, and you were just going through the final envelopes found in a time capsule buried six-feet deep beneath the glass gazebo. Of a figment of imagination, where you dream of the future you were waiting to come. But said dreams were vivid: picturing a hair adorning velvet like hearts, bearing the sight of hellfire like the king. Small jokes of how while genetics were strong, she believed her little boy would look much like her and less like his father. 

Late of  May or Early June, in this picture-perfect afternoon they’d share. Describing an open field that was framed with trees, humming songs composed for orchestras, telling wild stories no one understands—except for then.

As you’ve read:

“Oh the little one, I can’t wait for him to step foot into the world. Once his tiny feet are able to balance themselves, then I vow to take him here. There’s nothing we will never discuss, and I’ll teach him at that very patch away from the restricting confines of the castle. Here, in this garden we once shared, and where no one else would rather be. It’s where he’ll be able to witness the wonders I wished I had. I’ll give it all to him, to run freely beneath the moonlight’s gaze. Away from the servants, and especially away from the timekeeper. Where mom isn’t going anywhere, and mom will stay right here. The castle had felt so big, and I had felt so small. Where little you won’t be scared to go outside on February days. Away from a time where you’d ask, ‘Mama, will there be another carriage? Another one that will take mommy away?' I know there will be moments that I'll miss. And I know there will be spaces I can’t fill. And I know I'd come up short a billion different ways.”

You can go on for forever. All you’d see was light, for forever. It feels like it’ll keep going on for forever. 

And you don’t know where to even start.

Not until once cold eyes radiated the calming warmth, sparking a mixture of different emotions at once. To be excited yet terrified. Curiosity with an underlying sense of dread. A sort of childlike innocence drowned behind a more rigid adult mask. Even with the found old records of a time before the both of you, the distance of the past has grown too wide.

His room, dark and muddled with hues of gray and wine red. Unlike how the letters imagined his abode: plentiful, colorful, as bright and joyous as his imagination wished. It was an idealized way of thinking, not a blueprint or a guide to his way of living.

“He’ll live in a space of his own, and we’ll be there to give it to him. We’ll be there and watch him grow, and watch his little room rebranded and redecorated throughout centuries, marking new humble beginnings with our little one. In hopes that when the house feels so big, he won’t ever feel so small.” 

You could hear Diavolo sigh. “She just seems so far,” he said. “The carriage did take her away.” 

 Sitting on the lush bedsheets of his king-sized bed within the palace’s highest wing was more or less suffocating. He’s had a few of the first letters you read in his grapes, black-painted fingernails mildly digging into its contents. Words, anecdotes written in most delicate cursive, the royal family’s seal dented on the upper-right margin. Sentences and paragraphs flowing like a sped up dial rushing with the winds of the presence, poetic but with precise punctuation. Clear and snappy, direct, but also hidden layers of emotional longing. 

Diavolo chuckled, lifting a finger up to wipe a tear that was soon to be shed. 

“It’s like I don’t know anything.” 

Even when he assures you that all is fine, and everything is alright, as though he tries to assure you that the world will not tip off of its balance. And yet every gem that only seems to add to the weight of your already heavy crown adding up a thousand tons more. With every word you say comes a wandering eye, scanning every action for a fraction of a mistake. How he stands atop the highest pedestal, made of gold and reinforced with platinum, adorned with bright velvety silk and the wuthering screams of the souls trapped within its walls. 

Even as he wished for a life much simpler you couldn’t escape the grandeur setbacks of the forged crown. The throne traps itself as a symbol of reverend status, now corrupted to mean those who governed the land by blood, not by men. With every sliver of incompetence sliced heretics by the tongue. How they who wished to overthrow his excellency’s rule banished from even the more ruthless landscaped of hell, in accordance to which they don’t serve a face to the prince himself.

Even when he promised a wish against his own lineage’s morale. To live unbidden with the shackles of being another Deity, but to be treated with equal kindness and respect as a subordinate. To be equal however the scope of the world may change. To be free from a past that shall eternally haunt him, marking the eve of wavering spirits springing themselves from the grave and reunite with those of the living.

You fall back to the contents of the letter on your hand. “To my dearest little boy,”

“I would make sure his first words were one of love, not hatred. I’ll devote my time into giving him a life well-spent, shaping him into a hopeful ruler of these lands. I don’t wish to hear him just sing the praises of ‘Mama’, but heed the words I’ll forever sing to his little heart.” 

“Diavolo…”

The red-haired prince  perks up. “Yes?”

“Do you…”

You believed it to be an innocent enough question, but you couldn't help holding back. Would it be more comforting to take the road of subtlety, or would it be more less awkward to be straightforward? Quoting the words directly or be more subtle with your question. It was supposedly an innocent ponder of a mother long gone.

A kind woman’s final wish, written out like an unforeseen memoir instead of a letter sent to one of her friends from afar. Though, supposed the thought itself was innocent enough. Whichever the outcome, you hoped it wouldn't cause a terrible mess.

Clutching the paper in your hands, you inhale—though you take note of how Diavolo's features contort into that of confusion.

The exhale comes out as a faint, almost strained, laugh.

“Dia, how do you say ‘I love you’?” 

Diavolo raised a brow, cocking his head to the side. “I love you? Like, ‘I love you’ I love you?”

You nodded. 

Diavolo was quick to profess. “I love you.” Nothing too much; quick, direct, and not too overbearing.

You stifle a laugh, nudging his shoulder. “No! Sincerely! Like you mean it.”

Diavolo makes a small ‘oh’ with his lips. That stumped him.

You figured it was a stupid question to start, and the Queen just wished to teach her future son three little words of endearment. Stupid. You see everything you’ve wanted. You hesitantly shift your position away, your laughter turning strained with each second. The heavens forbid he sees your burning face. You, meanwhile, only see everything you had—and it’s right there.

Right there. 

You’ve learned to slam on the break, before you even turned the key. Before you made a mistake.

Or was it a mistake?

You watch as Diavolo leans dangerously close, eyes gentle with hints of restlessness. You hear him hum one of the melodies in the letters, his eyes gliding up and down before settling back up to you. The intensity of his gaze and the caught words in his throat spoke of hesitation, but there's certainty coursing towards his fingers. With each  shake of breath makes you believe he’s gasping for air, gulping his words down so as to not make the same mistake like you. For a moment, he seemed just as deep in thought as you were.

Careful, he closed his eyes, his body inching closer towards your frame leaving you cornered against the headboard. From your shoulder, his index finger traces upward along your neck, higher until he tilted your head upwards by the chin. An easier, much more intimate way of looking eye-to-eye.

His hand now rests under, Diavolo moves even closer. May it be the firm hold he had on your soul or how his figured towered over you, but his shoulders relaxed seeing the tiniest mist of roses blooming along your cheeks. Where only centimeters part your ways.

Your surroundings were deafening, the only sound ringing in your ears were both of you. Listening to each subtle movement, looking impulsive but feeling carefully calculated. Gone were the formalities of Lord Diavolo, the Prince with a roaring presence that caused peasants to tremble 

These were much simpler. Feeling more natural, and as shaken as you both were—he looked calm. 

“I love you,” he whispered. 

You feel the air escape your lungs, and your heart pumping blood faster throughout your system. Each syllable feeling slurred in your ears, muddled down to a sweeter timbre. You hear his voice and feel him near, within his words you find uncertainty. Being close to coughing on your own breath, but Diavolo's there to help siphon it by pressing on the bottom lip, gently gliding his thumb with precision. 

You weren’t so sure, but Diavolo had made up his mind before you were able to process your own words. Like some sort of mirage shattered beneath the shining star.

“I love you. Truly.”

The prince’s eyes were wide open, its glow being more radiant than the luminous lanterns. Those eyes of a frozen, harsh haze of gold, swirling within warm rays of honey and sunshine. It was enchanting, like a nebula pulling you closer to the pitch-black hole of his irises. A simple black dot for simply just a man.

“And thank… thank you,” Diavolo swooned. “Thank you oh so much. You’ve given me my mother back.” 

In perfect sync, the impulse of pressing his lips against yours timed perfectly with the lights flickering off. Only the ever spotting beam of moonlight glow cascaded over your figures, mingling and unraveling into a deep embrace of the night. How could something so sweet be so wrong? It never came to you how your body reacted quickly, raising your hand to nudge him off only for him to grab you by the wrist.

You pant from the rapid increase of your heartbeats, yet he’s there. You are in his hold, his frame looming over yours. Calmly. “Let me have this before it's taken away from me forever.” 

Even when the dark came crashing through, you only saw the tiny flickers of stars in his eyes. Like the sun came streaming in, beckoning you to reach out and rise again. To continue.

It felt like you were being watched in his quarters, and it felt wrong. Yet you were only further tempted into delving into this wrongness. 

Very wrong.

To think that these letters marked the annual celebration of the birth of the Devildom Prince. And bounded by your humanistic—realistic—ego in matters where mortals shan’t dwell into, you figured it made sense to foreground this legacy. To stretch this broken family and uncover the story yourself. Diavolo may have been selfish, though you…

You. 

Dear little lamb, there was a difference between reality and mere fantasious plays of vengeful adventures.

For a moment, selfishness was an understatement.

This indulgence didn't make you selfish anymore. 

It made you cruel.

Outside the grandiose decorations of orange hues and black against yellow light. Like always, his parties were large. Luxurious, pouring gold out of bejeweled pipes. You were outside, gently circling the cocktail in the glass, admiring how it catches the moonlit gaze. 

Today had been tiresome, but it made the effort all the more worth it. You feel yourself becoming closer to the royal family’s history, much more so with Diavolo himself.  Where you'd rather pretend to be something better than these broken parts. Pretend you’re something other than the mess that you are.

“And that’s what you call a party,” you chuckled, twirling it around a final time.

Diavolo followed back, “is it now?”

“Honestly, you seem slightly happier than before.”

The prince grinned at your words, before his eyes wandered back to barren fields docked to the brim with gothic decor. “The praise isn’t all that tiring?”

But he deserved it. Every word, every bit of affirmation was his to hold dearly forevermore. While the ceremony earlier this morning was sad, it felt necessary.

It felt wonderful; he got his usual celebration, got to rekindle with the past he’ll never return to, and now you take it back to much simpler times, as if no one else had mattered. 

“Though was it necessary?” Diavolo leaned against the railing, arms crossed, watching the festivities with a slight frown.

You pause.

“Hm?”

“You didn’t have to do all that.” He gestured toward the lavish decorations with a slight shake of his head. Plenty of white chrysanthemums littered the gardens, as it was hinted to be her favorite. Once devoid of any sign of life, turned to a shrine of woeful worshippers, an altar for the sons and daughters.  “The memorial to my mother. It was sweet, yes, however…”

The drink finds itself resting on the balcony. Your hands clasped together, gaze shifting to the ground.  “Oh… I understand if you don’t want—” 

“You don’t have to convince me.” Diavolo took a step closer, a hand hesitantly taking hold of your shoulder. The other hand froze in place before it came any less than an inch. Keeping his voice steady, he spoke breathlessly with a soft smile. “You don’t have to be scared you’re not enough.” 

For once, you could feel Diavolo's breathing slow down. Every gasp steadily grew more livid despite the sudden gush of wind. Heaven knows the world forced you two closer, fallen at your expense. You reciprocated his actions, your hand now also rests on the sturdy padding of his suit. The other slithered along his sides, pleading for a hug. One foot after another, gently pulling the other closer.

"I won't regret this," he said. He sounded terrified. He looked like it. You'd think it was out of character for the ever certain, clever persona he exudes. There he was, still as a statue. 

Shaking.

"Tell me I won't regret this."

The world wanted you to convince each other of the truth. Looking back, he must've really wanted it—so much with how he's grown impatient.  You grabbed his hand. Your soft cheek grazed against his rough palms. A burning sensation finds itself warming your flushed face as you could feel the heat swell out and course through his veins.

"Well," you looked down with a hum. This was it. A way for a happily ever after. Maybe this time, you'd find the one. You found someone who will care for you as much as how you used to care for… since then. That February day in those letters, promising a greater tomorrow amidst the consequences.

Once again, the promise of certainty seemed to wash over the pair of you like a gust of wind to a meadow of flowers. Except, this time, you are no longer plagued with the worry that all that you do was too much, or if a foolish question would elicit a less than stellar reaction from the prince before you.

Someone who can rival your unsuccessful efforts. This time, it was your turn to accept these graces wholeheartedly.  It was your turn to return the kind invitation. 

"What do you say?"

Perhaps this was the universe's way of telling you to take the plunge, of assuring you that Diavolo would make this leap of faith beside you. But maybe there was no intervention at all. Maybe this was a true display of two hearts coming to the all-encompassing decision of trusting one another, of a safety so secure the worries of the externals didn't bother you as much as they had before.

Diavolo softly laughs, raising a brow. “I’d love to hear it coming from you.”

Perhaps this was no divine intervention. Perhaps instead, the troubled heart of yours finally found the semblance of peace it had been looking for. A place where it belongs and no one else would ever conquer.

Even when gifted with bountiful riches. Even when resisting demonic temptations and natural urges for sin. Even when cursed to live long enough to foresee a rule of evil under the guise of a golden heart. Until he was the only one you still learned how to see — it was just you.

You.

Only the both of you.

Almost as a tiny "thank you", your gaze averts to the sky before it returns to the prince who has done nothing but give you grace.

"You won't. And you never will."

a/n: i will forever thank the anon who requested this because dear evan hansen holds a special place in my heart and "only us" is one of my favourite songs in the entire track. yes, much more than "if i could tell her". much thank you to @nanamiruse for beta-reading this one and for the ending <3 (luv you chup chup mwah mwah)! i was unsure with the whole thing and... yeahhh.

does this mean i am ending this anthology? no! of course not i worked too hard on my drafts to not post them >:0. stay tuned for the next one: "fight for me" (this is actually fr guys i'm posting the rest in reverse order).

and remember: even when the dark come's crashing through, when you need a friend to carry you, or when you're broken on the ground — you will be found.

event masterlist | main masterlist | divider by cafekitsune

[chrisgotitall]

Hii!! Love your work, you're one of the very few people that writes about Mike (thank god). I'd love to read one of them in the work environment. Maybe they did a movie together and now they have a press tour to do where they're cheeky and literally so in love!!

Hii, thank you so much! (crying honestly)

They work together from the very beginning. They met at her audition for a very important musical, I’m thinking of Hadestown. They got to play each other’s love interests and on that very stage they fell in love with each other.

After the play they were fully on dating mode. Mike then decided to audition for another project and she searched for another job. They actually ended up landing their roles on the same project so here they were again playing love interests on set. Their characters’ love story was tormented, totally the opposite of theirs in real life: while they played two people who fought and screamed at each other on set, behind the scenes they were the most in love lovebirds you could ever imagine. They would bring each other coffee on turns every day, sit next to each other while waiting for their time to shoot, running through the lines together. One time after a scene where he was supposed to scream at her during a fight, after the director called cut, he took her hand and kissed it, feeling so bad for some reason.

Then the press tour started. They’re always seen hugging or touching each other in some way, always giggling. She made these events that were so difficult for Mike, so bearable and actually nice to attend. If she was with him, then interviews and pictures and people shouting at him weren’t that bad.

During the première in New York, they spoke a lot about each other. A lot of questions were about them two as a couple. The more they answered the more it was evident how they were destined to find each other in life.

“Yeah I always thought about that,” she said. “We actually talked about this once”

Speaking about the fact that she played Graziella in a West Side Story theater production and he played Riff in the movie adaptation or that she played Zoe Murphy in Dear Evan Hansen three years back and he played Connor in the original play.

“So yeah I’m 100% sure we were destined to play in something together”

“Well thank god, we were in DEH not at the same time cause I wouldn’t have wanted to play your brother” he said smiling. She chuckled.

“Oh come on, we are like brother and sister after all…” she teased him. He chuckled, shaking his head because reminding her of the night before wouldn’t be right.

On the red carpet, he was stopped for a little interview.

“So Mike, who’s your date tonight?” the interviewer asked him.

“Oh I brought my girlfriend, she’s… right there taking pictures” he answered pointing at her.

“Oh she looks gorgeous tonight”

“Very. Very gorgeous, yeah” he tried not to look completely head over heels as he watched her but his eyes were deceiving him.

When an interviewer stopped her for a talk, the same question was asked to her too.

“Who did you come with tonight?”

“I came with my boyfriend tonight” she said feeling so proud to tell everybody he was her boyfriend.

“Let me tell you, you both look so good tonight and as a couple” the interviewer said.

“Oh thank you so much,” she said, smiling widely.

A lot of pictures of them were taken that night, even one of them outside sharing a kiss. But in most of them they were smiling, even laughing, and alway close and touching, whether it was his hand firmly around her waist or her hand on his chest.

Before taking a picture she noticed his shirt was a little wrinkly so she flattened it for him with her hands.

During a group picture he stood in front of her to cover her because she had to adjust the bodice of her dress.

[book-girl4evaaa]

cast the moots in dear evan hansen!

I've been waiting a while to do this, but this is awesome! Thank you for this ask!

Ok let's do this! I'll use the descriptions from Wikipedia because they're pretty good!

Let's do this!

First of for ensemble: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1 @auroraofthesun1 @fangirlghost-19 @fish-ofishial123 @myfairkatiecat just because I don't know how much you like musicals but I think you'd have fun :)

1. @ace-of-pussy / @wants-to-marry-sirius-black as....

Jared Kleinman – Evan's droll and sarcastic friend. He helps Evan and Alana found The Connor Project.

Because there is the main funny character in the musical and I think you'd be able to sell that. And you would both boss the song

2. @the-slowest-turtle as...

Alana Beck – Evan's earnest but melodramatic classmate. She is constantly looking for academic and extracurricular activities to boost her collegiate chances.

Because you would absolutely boss that song, and because I feel like you might have fun playing her

3. @im-on-crack-send-help as...

Larry Murphy – Connor and Zoe's busy and distant father.

Because I feel like you would want a role, but not too big

4. @eddie-spagetthi as...

Cynthia Murphy – Connor and Zoe's stay-at-home mother. She is constantly trying to keep her fragile family from falling apart but is often unsuccessful.

I don't know why, but I feel like you would really slay this

5. @dafantasyqueen / @discoveredreality as...

Zoe Murphy – Connor's younger sister and Evan's longtime crush. She was never close to Connor, even hated him and thought he was a monster, but wishes she had known him better and turns to Evan after he lies and says he was friends with Connor.

Both of you would boss requiem for sure! And I can just imagine you as her

6. @justalunaticfangirl as...

Connor Murphy – A classmate of Evan and high school senior who, like Evan, is also a social outcast with no friends, and a frequent drug user, getting high to cope with his aggressive and violent tendencies. Connor eventually takes his own life during Act 1. His ghost appears in Evan's mind throughout the rest of the musical

Because I know you're a theatre kid, so I think you'd be able to play this role properly. As well as serve in sincerely me

7. @loife1m as...

Heidi Hansen – Evan's mother, a nurse's aide who attends paralegal school at night, often leaving Evan on his own as a result

Because you would just slay. Also, you are technically an aunt so...

And finally, playing Even Hansen, the titular role, "A high school senior with social anxiety. He is assigned by his therapist to write letters to himself about why each day will be good, which becomes the catalyst for the plot of the story (hence the name, Dear Evan Hansen" the protagonist we have.....

@paloma-ascends-into-hellfire !

*cheers* WHOOOOOO!

She's just amazing guys.

And that's the cast!!!!!!!!!!

Also all the descriptions are of Wikipedia don't sue me

[darkcrowprincess]

I can't imagine my life without you I can't imagine one night without you If something happened, don't know what I'd do I can't imagine I can't imagine my life without you

Sequel Evan singing Imagine in this:

Conner surprisingly hasn't killed himself. Things were still unbearable. But something was helping that wasn't drugs or cutting. Watching that video of that Evan Hansen guy was actually helping. Weirdly Conner watched it a lot. Listening to Evan sing made the anger go away, the dark thoughts nonexistent, and the shaking in his hands still. Conner had stormed up into his room after a fight with his dad. Instead of grabbing his stash of weed, Conner snatched his phone from his bed, snuffed his ear buds in and scrolled to the familiar video. Sitting at his desk Conner listened to Evans cinnamon rolll sweet voice, and without thinking he doodles in his notebook. Listening to Evan and mindlessly drawing was in a way therapeutic. After the video finished he put it on automatic replay and listened to it over and over again. Conner tries not to think about it but god is he actually acting so staler like. But listening to Evan helps. Without trying Evan understands. And knowing someone understand, helps. Conner doesn't notice Zoe by the door calling his name, and getting annoyed when he doesn't listen. He's too busy blushing as he doodles a stylized E with branches coming out of it. Evan and trees going hand and hand. Zoe coming up behind him is about to yell, when she catches what he's watching over his shoulder. "Why do you have a video of Evan Hansen, and wait- oh my god is he singing!?" Conner jumps and falls to the floor and out of his chair. Zoe ignoring this, snatches his phone, puts the volume on speaker and listens to Evan. Conner pissed off tries to snatch the phone away, but backs up from Conner, still watching the video amazed. "Zoe give that back to me or I'll kill you!". Zoe holds up a finger and watches till the end. Zoe finally looking at Conner has a excited look on her face. " Where did you get this! Do you know how good jazz band could be if we had this guy singing!" Conner snatches the phone out of Zoe's hand.

Conner: "None of your business, now get out!" Zoe:"Conner tell me where you heard this guy! Please! If we can get him in jazz band, do you know how many more people we could get to turn up! Come on!"

Conner:"Don't Care!"

Zoe: "If you don't tell me, I'll tell mom and dad where you hide your secret stash of weed."

That causes Conner to freeze and to stop pushing Zoe out of his room. He sighs and realizes he's fucked. In his head he sends Evan a silent apology.

The next afternoon after school: Evan snuck again to the school theater to sing another song he wrote. The empty echoing theater was comforting, and he really wanted to sing 'Imagine'. The words came pooring out into his notebook, mostly cause he kept staring at Conner Murphy's long brown hair all through out English period. Ignoring long lectures of Shakespeare and tragedy. Ironic considering his constant depression, issues and past pathic attempted tree suicide. But oddly enough Conner Murphy had been oddly decent towards him. Not nice but decent. Various things. Talking to him. Trading emails. Sitting with him at lunch. Trading books to read(that time after school, talking a walk through the woods, and them admiting in between the trees about the depression they share). Once Conner had tossed him a green apple when Evan had mentioned not being able to eat breakfast. Evan had blushed and his anxiety was in double time. But it was also sweet. Evan flipping through his old brown notebook and goes to the song 'Imagine'. Rereading the words he already knows by heart, Evan doesn't notice a Zoe and Conner sneaking into the balcony theather seats and ducking into the shadows. Evan putting the notebook back, steps up to the microphone. He taps it in practice, flinches at the loud noise. But pushes down the anxiety and starts singing the love song he wrote. His face blushing but soon smiling so big and happy. Meanwhile up in the balcony, with Conner recording on his phone. Zoe and Conner watch slacked jawed and awed. Zoe whispering to Conner, "He's amazing!" Conner just nods dazed(think that scene in a walk to remember movie as Landon watches Jamie singing.) Zoe picks up her phone and texts Alana. This was big news, like need to be on YouTube so they could get on American Idol big news. And the only person that could convince the most shyiest anxious person in the world to let this go public(and to join jazz band) was her girlfriend. Conner just continues to watch Evan Hansen. Without realizing it he has a little happy smile on his face as he hears this song 'Imagine.'

@sjwxexem @cuttletavioshipper @thevictorianghost @roxannarambles

treebros thoughts: evan secretly sings in the theater stage at school when no one is around. For just a second everything that drives him crazy goes away for those few minutes. Evan writes songs. Though just words. One day after writing the words to 'Waving through a window' he decides to sing it that day by himself. Unknowingly Connor Murphy chooses that day to smoke some cigarettes up in the balcony seats of the theater. He had a really bad day that day and is considering if today's 'the day'. When who should come out on the deserted stage but Evan Hansen. That kid with a cast and who usually hangs out with Jared that asshole. He vaguely remembers sighing it because no one else had, and he felt guilty for snapping at him. He doesn't know what the dude is doing here. Evan meanwhile is putting his booking down, and steps up to the microphone. And just starts singing the words that he has memorized by heart. This song he wrote feels like it's coming deep from his soul. Everything he's dealing with is in this song. He gets so into the words. Especially with the words " We start with stars in our eyes. We start believing that we belong. But every sun doesn't rise. And no one tells you where you went wrong" and " When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around. Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? Did I even make a sound? Did I even make a sound?It's like I never made a sound! Will I ever make a sound?" It feels like for once Evan is being completely honest. Meanwhile those words are hit Connor too. He relates them too so much. And holy he'll can Evan Hansen can sing too. Who knew the quiet kid who never says much could sing like that. Without knowing why Connor takes out his phone and records Evan. When Evan finally belts out the last lyrics, the theater echos his final words and is than finally silence. Evan his breathing hard but finally smiling. What he did gave him such a rush and he has a big happy smile on his face. For once the weight is gone. Connor is still recording. That smile hots him too. It's so different from Evan usual look from school. 'He looks so happy' Connor thinks. Connor soon feels like this is something he should not be seeing for some strange reason. Quickly he stops the recording. In his quick movements he makes a mistake and drops his phone. It echos in the theater and Evan hears it. The happiness is gone so fast. In a panic Evan just doesn't think. He grabs his backpack and leaves in a anxiety ridden run. The back door slams and Connorbis left home. Connor has a lot on his mind walking hope. He listens to Evans singing over and over again as he walks home. Evans song keeps the dark thoughts away. He decides not to do it today. He listens to Evans song on repeat that night. Sleep surprisingly comes easy that night. But he can stop thinking of Evan Hansen. What they might have in common, and his (honesty theirs no other word for it that Connor can think of) beautiful voice.

@sjwxexem

[banana-bread-connoisseur]

DO NOT INTERACT

Pro shipper

Pedophiles

Sexist

Misogynist

Misandrist

The other normal stuff

INTERACT

Minors are allowed to interact

Feminists

Any1 who doesn't meet the dni stuff

What I'll write

Head canons

Drabbles

Imagines/one shots will only be requested from mutuals no one else please

Character x character on a special occasion

Character x reader

Sometimes smut but I get uncomfortable with making it a lot of the times

Who I'll write for

❌:platonic only. ✔:romantically is acceptable

Hxh

Kurapika

Killua❌

Gon❌

Leorio

Detective Conan

Conan(platonic)

Shinichi

Rin

Kaito

Aoko

Akako

Yugioh

Seto kaiba✔

Mai valentine✔

Yami yugi✔

Yugi muto✔

Duke dvelin(?) ✔

Rizzey (Joey wheeler) ✔

Yami bakura✔

Yami marik ✔

Brawl stars

All underage characters will only be written platonic for

Animals and monsters will not be written for

Every1 over 18 is fine

Die drei Fragezeichen

Bob✔

Peter✔

Justus✔

The good doctor

Shaun murphy

Neil Melendez

Miraculous

Adrien

Felix

Marinette

Luka

Marc

Kim

Max

Chloe

Zoe

And also their hero forms

The kid at the back

Crowe

Sol

Hyugo

Geo

Brittney

Jess

Deryl

Fnaf

Michael afton

David/Evan/cc Afton (platonic)

William

Elizabeth afton(Platonic)

Fnaf 1 2 4 5 & sb gang

Gregory (platonic)

Cassie(platonic)

Sailor moon

Inner sailor senshi(?)

Outer sailor senshi(?)

Three lights

YouTubers:

To be added cuz I'd feel like a weirdo for writing x reader's with real ppl

I'M WILLING TO WRITE FOR FANDOMS I AM IN THAT AREN'T ON THIS LIST

Current anons known:

Xixi anon

Naku weed anon

More will be allowed the more I learn about them

The power of mutuals is stronger than the power of friendship🙏, they can request some characters that I don't write for and request one shots

About one shots I'm too afraid of making some cringe one and be judged so that's why I refuse to write them

I'm so sorry but any request that breaks a rule will be deleted:'( I also sometimes get a bit overwhelmed and completely stop writing

[nerdle-turdle]

Warning, this will probably be long.

Talking about Part of Me, imagining if it was put as the first song in the second act, but nothing else changes.

In the dark you were swept away

And the world wouldn't let you stay

-To me, this seems like Evan thinking about the similarities to Connor and him. In the dark you were swept away, vs. did I even make a sound.

All the words that I want to say, I can't find

-i believe that originally, this was him trying to give a speech about Connor, however, if it was kept in I could imagine it being about him being unable to find the words to tell the Murphys.

I am lost in remembering.

Did you soar on an angel's wing?

Will your face keep on lingering in my mind?

-Larry being haunted by Connor vs. Cynthia wondering if he found comfort in death

I feel the weight of the world sink in

And the chills dance across my skin

When I think how you must have been so alone

-Zoe finally allowing herself to regret and accept that they failed him, too

Connor and I used to ride the same bus

(And everything else attached to this)

-showing how even though he wasn't friends with his classmates, his absence still impacted them. I for one take note when someone I pass in the halls at the exact spot isn't there, even though I don't know them.

Share, Sending prayers from Michigan, ect.

-the exact quotes from You Will Be Found, but they convey a completely different tone. The fact that they are the same, presented in a different way is part of what makes them so impactful. While You Will Be Found is optimistic, and impacting the community and being inspirational, Part of Me is showing that Evan is helping them remember Connor.

We won't forget you, Connor, thanks to Evan Hansen. We'll remember Connor. We'll always remember.

-once again, showing that Evan really did have an impact beyond inspiring others, he did force them to face Connor and remember him.

You left this life...I will save you.

-I don't have words for this section just SO MANY FEELINGS

You were not alone.

-no official lyrics were released for Part of Me, but I am 99% sure that this section is not "you are not alone" but rather "you were not alone". Once again, realizing that they failed Connor, remembering, ect.

You are not alone.

-to entertain it being "you are not alone", this section is more desperate than You Will Be Found's. Almost like they're begging the listener to believe it.

Can't believe it's even real

A part of me doesn't know how much to feel

A part of me finds a rush within the pain

A part of me needs the feeling to remain

-contrasting Zoe and Evan. Zoe who's in some level of denial, who is confused on whether or not she can grieve, who finally lets herself mourn. Evan, who hasn't fully grasped the reality of the situation until now, who doesn't know if he's allowed to mourn for Connor, who needs the lie to continue.

I think there's something you should know.

-he comes to her. And tries to tell her.

You make me feel closer to him.

-and now he can't, because Zoe needs his lie.

A part of me

-and now, not only is Connor a part of Evan, but Evan is part of Connor. They are linked, no matter how little they would want to be.

[ragaposts]

As promised, here are my Rainworld Voice Headcanons!! Some of them may be really silly or out of character, but I don't care.

Survivor !!

Survivor as Haku, from Spirited Away, for some odd reason.

I don't really know why uh just bare with me okay

Monk !!

Monk as Wybie Lovat, from Coraline! I like the soft young voice, not childish either. Monk is probably a pre-teen for me.

Hunter !!

Hunter as Dr. Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch)

I don't know why, but I wouldn't like giving Hunter an old dude voice even if Dr. Strange may sound old. It didn't fit right. Master Oogway is a perfect match, though /hj

Artificer !!

Artificer as Ciel Phamtomhive (Brina Palenica), the bossy tone of voice, really matches her!

Gourmand !!

Gourmand as Bo Burnham!!

I like imaging Gourmand with this type of voice, it suits him.

Rivulet !!

Rivulet as Glimmer from SheRa!!

Oh my God this vc is literally extraordinary this is the perfect vc for Rivulet, I can't explain why but it fits!

Spearmaster !!

Spearmaster as Bow from SheRa!! I can't find any good vc that sounds like the Spearmaster in my head, so Bow will do for now! They're both strong, little awkward dorks

Saint !!

Saint as Puss In Boots from The Last Wish (or literally any other Puss In Boots movie) Saint is definitely Puss In Boots, hands down.

Moving onto iterators, yipee!!

Five Pebbles !!

Five Pebbles as Prince Zuko from Avatar The Last Air Bender, these two would be best friends if they ever met, I'll be honest with you.

Otherwise Zukos angsty teen sounding voice just fits Pebbles, nothing more.

Looks To The Moon !!

Moon as Zoe Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen!!

It's so so perfect and so genuinely gorgeous I love it!!

I imagine Moon with a pretty soft voice, not deep or overbareingly squeaky, either.

No Significant Harassment !

Nsh as Josh Hutcherson.

He's Josh Hutcherson plus with a slight Mexican accent.

....

Seven Red Suns !!

Seven Red Suns as Sydrome (Jason Lee) because I have no idea. He's too boring, okay.....

Sliver Of Straw !!

SOS as Azula (Grey DeLisle) from Avatar The Last Air Bender, they're both rude little craps and I'm pretty sure no one likes both of them, with fair reason.

Sliver would laugh at someone's insecurities, and I feel like Azula would, too, despite having perhaps even more insecurities than them.

[lloydfrontera]

mmgghh imagine julian having a zoe murphy from deh style breakdown as he tries to reconcile the brother he remembers, the one that abused him for years and years on end, that never brought him anything but pain, that would beat him up for the slightest provocation, with the one that meets him at the academy, the one that saved a city, the one that is working relentlessly to save their family from ruin, the one that defends him from bullies and tells him it was never his fault that others harassed him

just. julian getting to express the rage and confusion and conflicted emotions that would come with the person that abused him for years changing completely out of nowhere and turning into the older brother he'd always wanted.

so don't tell me i didn't have it right don't tell me it wasn't black and white after all you put me through don't say it wasn't true that you were not the monster that i knew

[amberjazmyn]

burning questions

i love the cast of cw's supernatural and even though it is no longer being filmed, i still enjoy the show so i was inspired to write my own few imagines of the cast! the one i'll be writing in this chapter is a take on the burning questions video that celebrities do and it has already been written before however, i'll be doing it for all four of the main boys (jensen, jared, misha and alex) so, enjoy! by the way, for all the boys, a different name will be used as it helps me a lot more than using y/n. 

masterlist

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jensen ackles 

"hiya, i'm evangline ackles and i will be answering my fans' most burning questions about my life!" smiling at the camera, evangeline grabs the tin bucket with the pieces of folded paper of questions

"how do you feel about answering all these questions, evangeline?" a producer behind the camera asks as the actress smiles before responding 

"i'm actually pretty confident as, to be fair, i've had people ask me some very interesting questions throughout my career so, i'm sure these can't be too bad!" the stage and screen actress quips with a small chuckle as she then proceeds to unfold the first question

"the first question is..." she trails off as she unravels it and reads it with a smile

"how many siblings do you have?" evangeline smiles at that question considering it was a simple but still sweet and simplistic question to ask 

"good question, umm, it's actually really funny, i have eleven..." 

"...soo, is there twelve siblings in total or are you one of eleven?" a producer asks for clarification as evangeline giggles before clarifying

"oh, yeah, to clarify, there are twelve siblings in total, five of them are biologically mine and then the other six are step-siblings. it's really complicated so i won't go into as much detail in this response but yeah, i have five biological siblings since my mum had six kids and then my step-dad had six who are my step-siblings," evangeline giggles as she sees the shocked looks from the producers who were sitting in front of her 

"anyway, next question!" evangeline giggles as she picks up the next question and unfolds it 

"if you could switch bodies with one of your current or former broadway cast members, who would it be and why?" evanegline's face instantly lights up at this question and it was easy to understand why 

"ooh, this question has got to be my favourite question! umm, it would for sure have to be either phillipa soo from when i was her understudy for hamilton or my current cast member, gabrielle carrubba as we both share the role of zoe murphy on dear evan hansen when it opens back up on december 11th. so, get your tickets for that down below or in the link in my instagram bio!" evangelina smiles as she goes to pick up a different question when a producer calls out to her 

"why would you switch bodies with phillipa and gabrielle?" evangeline facepalms before responding to the second part of the question with a chuckle

"oh, shoot, i'm sorry! uhh, i'd switch bodies with phillipa because, she's just absolutely stunning and i just wish i had the same poise, confidence and elegance as her. i mean, she is just the epitome of broadway queen and she is so humble as well! i just adore her to the moon and back and i'd switch with gabrielle because honestly, we're quite literally the same person but in two different bodies! like, me and gabrielle just understand each other in ways that i genuinely think it honestly worries my husband, jensen. but, i also think he secretly enjoys the fact that gabrielle and i, who both play zoe in dear evan hansen, that there aren't any clashes and we don't argue with one another on who plays zoe better. but, yeah, i'd love to see how gabrielle thinks and processes things as well as that is literally the singular thing that is different about us!" evangeline giggles as she looks up to the camera and producers as she reopens the next question

"oh *giggles* speaking of dear evan hansen!" she chuckles, showing the question as she then turns it back around to read it 

"what's it like playing zoe murphy in dear evan hansen alongside greats like jordan fisher, jared goldsmith and gabrielle carrubba, who you share the role of zoe with?" 

"wow, this is such a good question. umm, it's honestly a dream come true to play a character like zoe, i mean, since the show first started five years ago, i've fallen in love with zoe as a character. and, just getting the opportunity to share the role with gabrielle and do it alongside jordan is a dream come true for sure!" evangeline smiles as she unfolds the next question

"in regards to playing zoe murphy on deh sharing it with gabrielle carrubba, how does it work. only because it doesn't say that either of you is understudying one another so, how does it work? are you both known as the leading ladies or what?"

"ooh, another good question! y'all have such good questions! but umm, yes, in regards to meand gabrielle both being known as the leading ladies, that is right. we are not known as each others understudies and that is because the casting director purely loved both gabrielle and i during auditions that they couldn't bear to call either one of us the understudy. so, we're both just known as "leading ladies, zoe murphy" which is honestly really cool. so, pretty much what happens is that every two weeks, we switch as to who is performing. so, currently, for this week and next week, gabrielle is on as zoe whilst i stay here in vancouver with the cast of supernatural and then, after next week, i'll be flying into nyc to do my two weeks of zoe and then that's how gabrielle and i work it. and, honestly, it's a really good system as it honestly gives us room to do other things that the other cast members can't do unfortuantely because they don't have another person with them to cover except for their understudy if they were to do the every two week thing that gabrielle and i do. so, yeah, it is truly something that gabrielle and i take full advantage of and it is truly a solid work plan!" evangeline smiles, hoping she explained that properly as the producer gave her a thumbs up, letting her know it made perfect sense 

"what's one thing that jensen and the leading men of supernatural do that bother the absolute hell out of you when you are on set with them?"

"ooohh, we're getting juicy now *giggles*," evangeline giggled, her head flying back before she answers the question 

"i'll do them one by one so, the one thing that jensen does specifically is that when i'm trying to go through my songs for deh the week before i leave for nyc is he'll sit right in front of me. he will usually sit on the chair backwards kinda like jared does *giggles* and he'll just rest his arms on the back of the chair and rest his chin or entire head there and he'll just watch as i mumble through my lines and songs and it bugs me. i can never stay annoyed at my husband for too long but it is truly something that bugs me when i'm trying to focus. jared, an annoying thing that jared does...now that's hard because jared actually doesn't tend to annoy me as much as the other three do and that may come as a shock to people. but, he really doesn't annoy me since he knows when the line has been drawn and he doesn't draw the line further. so, jared's my favourite out of all of them *giggles*. umm, alex...he bugs me with his puppy dog eyes. which i know a lot of people think is something that jared would use with me but he doesn't. it's always alex coming over to me with puppy eyes which means he wants me to do something for him without him actually saying it. but, to be fair, i always do what alex wants me to do because his puppy dog eyes are the actual sweetest every so, i can't ever say no to him. i've actually said before that it's a crime to say no to alex's puppy dog eyes *giggles*. and last but not least, misha...to be fair, again, similar to jared actually, misha also doesn't really annoy me either. misha just makes me giggle and will subtly distract me, like, not as obvious as jensen does but, misha will just be in the corner of my eye and he'd be making a funny face at me. and then, i'll confuse myself because i would then notice misha and get all muddled up with whatever it was i was doing. but, to finish this question off, i couldn't ever stay annoyed at them as they are all wonderful men and, i adore them to the moon and back and then infinity!" evangeline smiles as she grabs the third to last question

"funniest onstage flop, whether it was on broadway or during your guest staring role on supernatural?" 

 this question made evangline chuckle real good. she's had way too many flops to just mention one so, she just named some of them but explained only two of them in great detail. 

"wow, okay, this is funny. so, okay, i've had so many so i'm just gonna round up a small list of not even half! so, i've tripped during hamilton, i've forgotten part of eliza's solo during burn, i've been heard laughing during daveed digs' onstage messup. i've messed up a death scene on supernatural, i've flubbed lines on spn, i've missed my mark on hamilton. i've missed my mark on spn, i've been caught jamming out backstage during you'll be back in hamilton, i've been caught making faces whilst on stage doing hamilton when i thought i couldn't be seen. and, the list goes on and on and all of these mishaps as you've heard, mostly happened during hamilton supernatural," evangeline chuckles as she then explains one from hamilton and one from supernatural in detail 

"so, in regards to being heard laughing during daveed diggs' onstage mess up, it was during his verse in 'i know' and he was about to do his really cool rap part of the song and it was like he was having a stroke all of a sudden. he had started to perform his quite fast-paced verse when all of a sudden, his brain and mouth must have clearly had a disconnect and he just started trailing off into random gibberish. and, obviously, me being me, i couldn't hold my laughter as most people in my cast were able to even though i don't think they could hold their laughter this time either. and, thinking i had my microphone turned off as i was techncially, whilst not apart of the scene, every person on the cast was either on stage or on the surround, so i was on stage i think or it may have been the surround that day as i must have been in the ensemble rather than on as eliza. so, thinking my mic was turned off, which for those wondering it never is turned off unless it's scripted to be turned off, i just burst out into laughter when suddenly ariana debose, one of the ensemble, who was also giggling, pointed at my mic. mouthing to me that it hadn't been turned off so everyone had heard me bursting out into hysterical laughter after daveed messed up and my face had never been so red and flushed in my entire life! but, in saying that, it was probably one of my favourite memories of hamilton as oak, a fellow cast member was also cracking up as were other cast members. so, yeah, it was a hilarious mess up but afterwards, i did get caught by our stage manager but thankfully, i wasn't in too much trouble or anything since the stage manager also found it funny. and, rather, it was the sound tech that got in heavy trouble for not noticing that my mic was still on when it was actually scripted for it to be turned off," evangeline chuckled, her smile radiating as she then told the supernatural mess up story 

"now, my favourite supernatural mess up was actually when we were trying to film a death scene. it was actually my characters fake death scene right before the actual big death scene four weeks later in the season finale of i think, season fourteen.  so, pretty much, to give you a rundown, the actual day of filming cece, my character's fake death scene wasn't actually as sad as people make it out to be in the comments of the youtube videos *giggles*. we purposefully made sure to make it as lighthearted as possible throughout the day as we knew that in four weeks time, for the finale, that it would be even worse and a much sadder, depressing and time consuming day. so, our director made sure to keep us smiling and laughing the whole day of my fake death scene and, he accidentally did that a little to seriously as, during my fake death, we kept messing up. i kept on laughing and not being able to hide my breathing. jared kept on screaming out evangeline instead of cece accidentally and jensen kept on swearing because he wasn't getting his mark right for his placing in the scene and, it was just hilarious and chaotic. and, at one point, misha legitmately, accidentally gatecrashed the scene and accidentally flicked me in the nose. oh, and another take, jared had accidentally tripped over me and in that same take, jensen fell on top of me and, yeah. after about, i swear, hundreds of takes,  we finally got the take we needed and it was a great day overall. and i say that because they didn't try to make the day really sad because it was a fake death scene so, they wanted to make it as lighthearted as possible and that's what they did. this also gave my husband and jared so much acting freedom to go off script if they so chose to do so. and, yeah, it was just a fantastically fun episode to shoot!" evangeline smiles as she picks up the second to last question 

"what is something you miss about supernatural and a quick fact about the day you filmed cece's real death scene in the season fourteen finale that's never been revealed?" 

"ooh, this is such a good question. that's so cool...umm...i miss a lot about supernatural i mean, that show really is how i met jensen, my husband and we're now pregnant with our first kid so, it's great but, obviously, i couldn't stay on the show forever as i was doing broadway and other projects but, yeah. and a fact about cece's death scene in the season fourteen finale that's been revealed...hmm, that's a good question!" evangeline responds with a giggle as she comes up with her response quickly 

"oh, duh, i know! umm, obviously, it's been mentioned before but shooting death scenes can become quite uncomfortable and quite upsetting so, having to get into that headspace to film it have everything be perfect can be extremely difficult. so, when it came to filming cece's death it was kind of really emotionally draining because, obviously, playing dead isn't as simple as laying still, right? so, you have to make sure your breathing is shallow or you have to hold it as that then defeats the purpose of pretending to be dead. umm, you have to make sure your entire body is relaxed so that includes your face, neck, legs, stomach, arms - the whole entire body so if you get picked up, which is usually what happens, you can easily go limp and just appear to have no muscle function and look like a toy almost," evangeline pauses to catch her breath before continuing 

"and, with my death scene in season fourteen in the finale, it was actually a downcast day. like, i'm talking not just the cast and crew but it seemed as though the weather was matching how everyone was feeling. because, during the filming of my death scene, it started to pour down heavily with rain and it wasn't expected or forecasted. and it genuinely scared everyone but, it made the scene look a thousand times prettier and emotional and it just really set the tone for how the other characters were going to react later on in the episode. and, another fact was that, all the reactions were real reactions. so, it wasn't sam, dean and cas it was jared, jensen and misha which made it even harder for me to keep my cool and composure. to the point where, i don't know if anyone noticed in the episode but, when jensen as dean picks me up and he's you know, losing it, absolutely freaking out and trying to wake me up, a singular tear rolls down the side of my cheek that was closest to jensen's shirt. so in later scenes, the tear drop is seen and no one knew it was mine, everyone thought it was jensen's but, no it was mine! but yeah, death scenes are really not my favourite scenes to film but, they do give you the most time to show your skills when you're not the one dying or already dead!" evangeline smiles as she then picks up the final question 

"and last but not least..." 

"do you and the spn wives get along?" 

 "and the answer is, yes we do! we get along so well that i think the guys aren't shocked anymore when we get excited to see each other again *giggles*. like, literally, a few weeks ago when i was during rehearsals for dear evan hansen, alex's wife lena came to visit me and i full on freaked out as i hadn't seen her in a couple of months before she surprised me. so, yes, of course, we absolutely adore each other. and, especially due to our partners being in spn together, it all made us closer and all gave us something to bond over and relate with. i mean, jared's lovely lady was also in spn as was i so, yeah, it was something we could all relate to!" evangeline smiled before looking back at the camera 

"so guys, that was my last question! i'm evangeline ackles and this has been answering my fans most burning questions! i hope you enjoyed and laughed with me. or, you found out an interesting fact that you didn't know about me that existed until now! bye guys, thank you for having me!" evangeline smiles as she hopped off the seat and left the camera's frame

a giggle being the last thing heard from evangeline before the video ended. 

jared padalecki 

"hello, my name is callie padalecki and i will be answering my fans most burning questions about me!" i giggled as i picked up the first question and already, i wish i hadn't agreed to this 

"oh no...this first question does not look promising at all!" i chuckled sadly as i opened the rest of it and read it out loud

"what is callie padalecki's real name?" oh, that wasn't actually too bad, the fuck did i freak out for? 

"oh..okay...why did i freak out for no reason?" i giggled before continuing the answer 

"okay for those who weren't aware, callie isn't actually my birth name, it's a stage name slash nickname. my birth name is caroline elaine de rose but, when i turned sixteen and emancipated myself from my parents, i immediately changed my name to just callie elaine and now my married name is callie elaine padalecki so, it's pretty neat!" i chuckled, throwing the piece of paper to the floor as i grabbed the second question 

"why did callie padalecki emancipate herself from her parents?" 

"ooh...okay, this is kind of a tough question because there wasn't a single reason as to why per se. it was rather an amalgamation of reasons as to why i emancipated myself from my parents but, the main reason was that they were quite abusive and, i wasn't going to stand for it any longer!" i smiled as i chucked away the question to pick up the next one 

"was callie padalecki on supernatural?" 

"*giggles* i get this question a lot and, yes. i was on supernatural and that is actually how i met my now husband, jared. i was in seasons four as a recurring role as noelle and then in thirteen, fourteen and fifteen as a guest star. and, the best thing was, especially for the later seasons, i was credited as callie padalecki so that was nice seeing that rather than de rose," i smiled, my cheeks heating up when i mention jared as my husband and saying that my last name, padalecki as i picked up the next question

"was there ever a moment where you wanted to give up acting and go back home to hawaii or texas?" 

"ooh, that is a good question and, i'll be totally honest since i have to. but, honestly, yes, there was a moment where i wanted to give up with the entire thing and just go back to texas cause that was where jared and i had settled down. i remember the exact moment where i remember telling jared that i wanted to give up but, unless it's asked in a different question, i won't expand on it," i smiled as i unfold the next question and lo and behold, it mentions the expansion of when i wanted to give up on acting and i laughed, shaking my head 

"wow, what are the odds of this happening?" i chuckle, showing the question and then reading it out loud

"what and why did you tell jared that you wanted to give up on acting and leave back to texas, callie?" 

"okay, now i have to explain so, for those who weren't aware, at this moment of my life when i was on supernatural, i was experience a lot of trauma. for example, one of my siblings had suffered a stroke whilst we were both at work, me in vancouver canada and my brother in hawaii as that's where i was born and raised until i left. and i wasn't allowed to go visit him on an emergency visa or what have you, my parents were also trying to take me to court for causing "family problems" that no longer included me because obviously, i was now legally a padalecki and hadn't been part of the family for years and i was also going in and out of the hospital due to mental health as well as medical reasons too. and, the moment i told jared that i wanted to just give up and throw in the towel was when we were trying to film a particular scene in supernatural and, i just wasn't getting it. my brain and my mouth weren't connecting to my lines, my emotions weren't connecting just, nothing was lining up and working! similar to what happened to jared in prophet and loss in season fourteen, i just couldn't find the emotion in the scene, i couldn't connect what my mouth was saying to my brain, it was as though i couldn't get the words out period! like, honestly, the cast and crew thought that there was one of three things going on with me. that it was a stroke, a diabetic flare up cause i'm type one or that i had taken too many pills or some cold medicine because i couldn't get anything to make sense. it wasn't until literally, nearly five in the morning when we finally got the perfect take and i just dropped to the floor and for the second time that night, i just broke down into hysterics. the first time was during the scene instead of just having my voice break from emotion, i just full out sobbed my lines which actually, the cast and crew absolutely loved and that was the take that was used and didn't bother to redo it. and yeah, afterwards, i just fell into jared's embrace and quietly sobbed saying that i couldn't do it anymore and that i wanted to give up. i felt as though i had failed as a person, not as an actress but as a person and that i couldn't do anything right anymore. but, having said that, since that moment, what happened that day hasn't happen since, same for jared after what happened to him whilst filming prophet and loss and, we're doing great now!" i smiled as i chucked the piece of paper away and grabbed the next question

"was there an 'oh fuck' moment during you and jared's wedding or a moment of pure euphoria?" 

"wow, this is such a sweet question that's never been asked before!" i squealed in slight excitement as i giggled, folding up the piece of paper and answering the question

"i'll say both as i had both an "oh fuck" moment and a moment of euphoria so, i'll start with the oh fuck moment first..." 

"...so, pretty much, at the beginning of jared and i's wedding, i was originally meant to be walked down the aisle by my older brother nikolai but, unfortuantely before the wedding, he got into an accident that required him to temporarily be on crutches. so, we had him seated in the front row even though he was one of jared's best men and the one saying a speech but because we now didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle, i started to panic when out of nowhere, i get a call from misha...the lovely misha collins who a couple of years beforehand had joined supernatural and asked me if he was able to walk me down the aisle if jensen or my other brothers weren't available. and, since i knew misha a couple of years before i met jared and jensen, i said yes straight away, not even thinking to ask jensen or even one of my other brothers and, misha ended up walking me down the aisle at me and jared's wedding!" i chuckled softly, smiling brightly at the memory even though it did start off as an 'oh fuck' moment 

"and the moment of euphoria was the moment in which jared and i had our speeches from our best men and maid of honour. and, i know what you're all thinking, what the fuck callie, why wasn't it when you and jared kissed or were finally announced as mr and mrs padalecki? but, there is a reason why my moment of euphoria happened during the speeches at the reception and you'll understand what i'm talking about!" i chuckled before continuing as even the producers seemed interested and confused

"so, the reason why that moment was the most euphoric was that jared had two best men, jensen and my brother nikolai and my maid of honour was evangeline, jensen's wife and jared's sister megan. hearing the four of them all speak during our wedding was just the most euphoric moment because neither of my older brothers wanted to be "best man" but it made it better cause they ended up writing letters for jared and i whilst nikolai just said a two minute speech that he got from google *giggles* whilst jensen, evangeline and megan were actually full on letters as a speech. also, just hearing how jensen, evangeline and megan, and nikolai, all interpreted jared and i's relationship was just so special and the things they all talked about just honestly made jared and i's hearts burst with love and gratefulness that we chose those four as our best men and maids of honour. and yes, they all, nikolai, jensen, evangeline and megan, made jared and i cry. jared more so than me but, i did get a little teary-eyed. it was the vows from jared that kinda got me crying and it was the first look that i got jared spooked and surprised about how good i looked *giggles*. anyway, the reception and the speeches were what made it really sink in for me that jared and i were finally married!" i smiled, chucking the piece of paper away for it to not go anywhere but my lap which caused laughter around the studio as i picked up the next question 

"was callie padalecki in misha collins' wedding?" 

"really? this is something people actually wanna know about me?" i chuckle as people behind the cameras nod their heads as i giggle again 

"wow okay...but umm, yes...i was in misha's wedding to his lovely and gorgeous wife, evannah collins and it was truly the most gorgeous day in the world. i was one of the bridesmaids as it had just been jared and i's wedding so, i had given maid of honour to evannah's sister avalon who had originally given the role to me," i smile, scrunching up the piece of paper before grabbing out the last one

"last question!" i grunted out as i tried to grab the piece of paper 

"how do you feel about how elodie got her end in supernatural? do you think it's fair that, like dean, elodie was killed off when she was just starting to find peace her life?" 

"such a great final question! umm...honestly...i feel satisfied and content with elodie's end to supernatural now that the show is over! i'm glad that alongside dean that she got to pass away and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel even though she did specify that she did prefer real life to heaven. but, i honestly think that after finally dying the way she did and being brought to heaven, she's so much more happier with staying there as she's got dean, castiel..sam! she's got all her friends with her so, she'll be totally fine! but yes, filming that knowing that dean was also going to die was a little sad that he died before sam but honestly, whilst that day was super heartbreaking and sad and weepy, it was a perfect way to end our show. and i one hundred per cent think it's fair that elodie was killed off enough though she was just starting to find her peace in life as i think, dying and being transported to heaven, especially in the world of supernatural, really soldified and validated her peace even more. so, there wasn't any way that i could be mad at elodie's ending in supernatural!" i smile as i tip the can upside down

"so, that was the last question y'all! i'm callie padalecki, you guys have asked some amazing questions and that was burning questions about me, callie padalecki! thank you for being here with me and watching this video!" i chuckle as i hop off the seat to make a funny face to the camera as i giggle and walk off the set 

misha collins 

"hi y'all, i'm evannah collins and i will be answering some of the most burning questions from my fans, let's go!" i chuckled, grabbing the first one i saw and giggling again 

"wait, am i the only one who doesn't really know how to pronounce evanna's first name? it confuses me all the damn time because of the 'h' in her name!"

"i...wow, i get this question a lot and it's just pronunced like ee-van-ah but the 'h' is added in there because my mom is russian and she wanted to me to have a russian looking/sounding name. and, i won't lie, i do love my name, it's just the way people pronounce it wrong that makes me hate the spelling of it," i chuckle, looking over to the producers who were laughing at my response 

"who was evannah collins' bridesmaids and maid of honour at her wedding and was it callie padalecki?" 

"i love that they added both bridesmaid and maid of honour into the question and then add, was it callie padalecki?" chuckling, i felt my face heat up as i composed myself so i could finish answering the question

"well...okay...i think i need to give some context as technically, yes. callie was both a bridesmaid and my somewhat maid of honour? as, originally, my sister avalon had given full permission for callie to be my maid of honour but, because callie at the time had just gotten married like days or merely a week before misha and i, we didn't have enough time to change the marriage register and call her the 'matron' of honour. so, because of that, callie had given back maid of honour to avalon since she isn't married and callie had taken bridesmaid that had a maid of honour speech since there was no way i was going to not hear the speech she had written just because of a role swap so, alongside avalon, callie also said her speech at the reception," i giggle as i scrunch up the piece of paper to grab the third question 

"who did evannah collins play on supernatural?"

"contrary to belief, i know its hard to but, i actually was never on supernatural. i was on the set lot next to supernatural which was arrow's set lot which is how i met misha. but, no, we were not on supernatural together. i had actually transferred to broadway during the fifth and sixth season of supernatural which is when misha and i started dating so, yeah. misha was up in vancouver canada and i was touring all across the fifty states doing a broadway show as past of a touring cast," i giggle as i scratch my face before finding the fourth question 

"how many langauges can evannah collins speak fluently?"

"i get this question a lot but i never really answer it so, the languages i can fluently speak are english and russian since my dad is british and my mom is russian. spanish, italian and a little bit of swedish and dutch" i count the languages off from my fingers and nod with confidence after i named them all correctly 

"could you say something in all six langauges for us or even just in russian and spanish?"

"yeah, i'll do a little bit of russian!" i giggle as i think of what to say

"привет, меня зовут Эванна Коллинз, и я играю в игру на острые вопросы с Эль Русской," i looked worried that i didn't say it right as the studio looked rather pleased ("hi, my name is evannah collins and i'm playing burning questions with elle")

"can you translate what you said back into english?"

"can i say no? i was only introducing myself..." i chuckled as the producer calls something out

"we'll add in the english translation before we upload it!"

i giggle as i breathe a breath of fresh air

"thank you, wow! and now, time for the fifth question!" i say with a smile as i find it and unfold it

"do you and misha plan on having any kids and if so, how many?" 

"that's a good question and honestly, i think misha and i would like to have an even amount of kids so maybe, four? i say four because whilst i have a big family and misha does too with four other siblings, we want to keep everything evenly spread so four. but, right now i think we're just not ready to completely settle down and think about having kids just yet so, yeah. we're taking ti slow," i giggle, finding the sixth question and unfolding it 

"who out of the supernatural cast apart from misha is your best friend and the one you can call for anything. no matter what day, time or anything and they'll always be there to respond to you?" 

"wow, oh my gosh, another great question! yikes, well, i'm obviously best friends with everyone in the cast including my husband but, out of the whole cast, i'd have to say jared and callie. whilst i am also obviously friends with jensen and evangeline, they can't always respond to me as they have kids of their own to take care of and jared and callie aren't on that wavelength yet. so, whenever i'm in need of something and i can't talk to misha, i'll immediately be onthe phone to either jared or callie. and, in all honesty, not being funny, they respond literally at the first ring, every single time!" i smile, flicking away my sixth question and grabbing my second to last question of the video 

"what's the best part about being married to misha collins?"

"aw, this is a question i've never been asked nor has misha until now and i love it! but, umm, honestly the best part about being married to misha is honestly everything because he's always surprising me. like, literally, just an hour before this interview, he messaged me letting me know he put a second outfit in my tote bag because he was going to take me out on a date after this without telling me beforehand. so, yeah, just the fact that it's always a surprise with misha is honestly my favourite part! and, also the fact that he remembers the little things when it comes to my favourite things and what i don't like and, yeah, he just really pays a lot of attention and always surprises me when he can," i couldn't help the smile on my face as i grabbed out the final final question of the q&a

"what is evannah collins' biggest fear?"

"okay this is a funny question because when it comes to fears, according to misha, i'm scared of everything apparently," i chuckle as i look over to the producers who giggle as well before i go back to the camera 

"but in all seriousness, my biggest fear is miscarrying my future child. i say that because the last time my parents tried to conceive, they miscarried and it caused so much pain within my family that it caused my parents to give up completely. so, our twins brookes and izabella are adopted with the family last name. and, maybe, just maybe, my second biggest fear is clowns and it's always been a big fear of mine so i could never go to circuses with my family because i would just burst into tears and have a panic attack when they were clowns," i chuckle softly, scrunching up the paper as it was the last question

"those were all the questions and i hope you all enjoyed watching this video! i'm evannah collins, the questions you asked were fantastic and now i'm going to go because i have a date with my husband, bye!" i giggle as i rush off the set as the crew laugh 

alexander calvert 

"hello, i'm lena calvert and i will be answering some questions from my fans so, let's just jump right into it!" i giggle shyly and unfold the first one

"who out of the supernatural wives is lena closer to?" i chuckle softly as my cheeks heat up

"aw, this is a cute question! umm, obviously, i love all the girls, evannah, evangeline and callie as we're the literal best of friends. but, honestly, i think i'm closer to callie purely for the fact that she just always makes herself available for everyone! so, i think if all of the girls and the guys as well apart from callie were given this question, they would each say they were closest to callie. purely for the fact that she is always in contact with everyone and she's always making her timetable available for all of us. but, evannah and evangeline are also my girls and my number ones!" i smile as i squish the paper up before throwing it to the ground as i grab question two

"is lena calvert married to alexander calvert from supernatural?"

"well, i'd hope so since we have the same last names...but in all jokes aside yes, we are husband and wife! we got married i think just over two months ago now so our marriage is still relatively new and exciting! we haven't broken any of our vows yet either so, that's great and a win for the both of us!" the room fills with laughter as i disregard the piece of paper to find question three

"who is lena's favourite supernatural character aside from jack kline, played by her husband alex?"

"damn, i was going to say jack...no, i'm joking y'all! in all seriousness, i'd have to say my favourite character from the very beginning has been sam winchester! i've always been a sammy girl and i think i'll stay a sammy girl," i chuckle with the producers as i throw the question and then hunt around for question four

"if lena could be cast in supernatural as a different character that wasn't halyna, who would she wish to be cast as?" 

"ooh, this is an excellent question...umm if i could be cast as any other character wasn't my own character, halyna, i'd probably play madison so i could have some something something scenes with sam/jared...*giggles*...no, in all seriousness, i would love to play madison as the scene in which sam had to shoot her was so upsetting and i remember watching it lowkey wishing it was me so, yeah, i have to pick madison for that but then again, there was no way i could have played madison better than the lovely emmanuelle vaugier who plays her!" i smile, looking up to the camera before picking up the fifth question

"who is the rudest celebrity you've ever met lena and, why was it tom felton?" 

"no, no, no! oh my gosh, that's a false question! tom felton was not ever the rudest celebrity i've ever met! that was misconstrued, me and tom, for those who weren't aware, did harry potter and then the flash together so, we've always been on set together and the rumour that tom and i hated each other had come from a scene that we were filming on harry potter. in the harry potter scene, i punch him and since then, everyone has said that i punched him in real life or that he was being rude but it was a snapshot from one of the scenes we were filming. so, just putting it out there, tom and i are besties, we absolutely adore each other and we work together on the flash!" i pause as i then continue the question as i actually do have a celebrity who was rather rude when i met them

"however though, the celebrity that was the rudest would have had to have been ellen degeneres! whilst i was on ellen when i had first started filming on the flash, it was very clear to see that she heavily disliked me and tried to embarrass me on live television. but, thankfully, i called her out on her own show and i embarrassed her. yeah, i'd have to say ellen, she's not apologised since or tried to reach out and apologise so, that's a bit dissapointing but, it's all good. i've been interviewed by better tv show hosts!" i snicker out as i lift my head up to the producers who were killing themselves with laughter as i picked up the sixth question

"if you were given a call in regards to supernatural being rebooted or having a spin-off on the lead-females, how would you respond/would you say yes?"

"oh wow, this is an amazing question! in all honesty, i've said it from the start, at the last ever comic-con and i'll say it again now. if i was ever given the call to do a reboot or spin-off of supernatural, i would a hundred per cent drop everything and run back to vancouver to film. and i say this because in all honesty, this tv show is what gave me everything in america as i was already praised in lights and feathers in the united kingdom after the two harry potter movies i was in but after i left in the fourth movie when my character died, i was given the call about a show in america that's filmed in canada about the supernatural. and, i said yes straight away and i packed my things and i started filming season two or three of supernatural in vancouver, canada and i never looked back since then. and, in all honestly, i'm glad i dropped everything the first time because i would do it again without any hesitation," i smile and screw up the piece of paper and pick up the seventh question - the second to last one

"what character does lena calvert play in the flash?"

"i get this question a lot and i play iris west so i play directly alongside grant gustin who plays barry allen/ the flash and yeah, it's a great gig. i'm glad that alex supports me as well as both grant and i married not to each other but to other people in real life. so, we both know that our 'flirtatious relationship' is purely for the cameras and the relationship we have off and away from the cameras is quite literally a brother/sister relationship. so much so a brother/sister relationship that i was at grant and la, his wife's, wedding and i was one of the bridesmaids who was also allowed to give a speech alongside la's sister who was the maid of honour. so, that was so good but yes, i play iris west on the flash!" i giggle as i kind of overshared but, who cares, it's good enough as i grabbed the last question for the video

"how did alex react to seeing you at your first look for your wedding?" 

"aw, that's a cute last question! umm...he was gobsmacked but not like overreactive godsmacked. like, he didn't clap his hand over his mouth obnoxiously loudly or anything. he just stayed silent, smiled and he cried as i waddled over to him as my dress was skin tight *giggles* and i then pulled him in for a hug as he cried into my shoulder. it was honestly very sweet and i still cannot believe that we are mr and mrs alexander and lena calvert but, i get to believe it every day!" i smile as i throw the last piece of paper 

"so guys, that was all of the questions from y'all! i'm lena calvert and you guys have asked some really great questions! i'm sure they'll be a part two as i saw so many questions in the hashtag so, i may see you for a part two, bye!" i chuckled, failing to slide off my chair as i rushed out of frame as the filming stopped 

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this was so much fun to write! also, i'm making all the guys slightly younger than their real-life ages just saying! like, early to mid-twenties/thirties so, yeah, hope you enjoyed! 

ily xx

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[spirirsstuff]

on the way to go see dear evan hansen my friend and i were talking about if some of the characters could cook or not. this is what we came up with

evan is ass at cooking. he would probably burn down the house if he tried to make toast. okay maybe not but like. he uses the microwave and only the microwave. he is scared of the stove and even more of the oven. turned on the stove once, it started glowing red, he ran back across the room. he couldn’t turn it off out of fear. he waited until heidi got home so she could turn it off for him. she did. he touched it because it was no longer red and got burnt because it hadn’t cooled down. don’t even get started on the oven. he won’t even open it. and heidi tried to teach him to cook basic things like soup. he failed horribly. all of the murphys tried to teach him to cook. he failed horribly.

connor can cook really well. like that dude from ratatouille would be impressed. he could make the best shit you’ve ever tasted and be like ‘eh that was a quick thing i made because i didn’t feel like doing anything fancy.’ he refuses to cook for his family and they’re all under the impression that he sucks.

zoe is pretty good at cooking. she’s able to make really good stuff, nothing professional level, but good. she’s able to make a good, hearty meal for her family. she actually cooks most nights but cynthia insists on cooking whenever guests are over.

speaking of cynthia, she’s able to cook, just not as well as her kids. she can make simple stuff. if she tries to make anything else, even with a recipe, it is not amazing. like it’s edible but not something you’d want very often if at all. it’s not great.

larry can like. make toast i guess. and microwave stuff. but he will burn anything burnable nine times out of ten. like probably not the the point of fire but still bead. i think he probably somehow burned noodles that were already cooked by trying to warm them up. how does one do that? don’t ask me, ask larry.

heidi can cook. she’s able to make good food. she’s your average mom who can cook decently whenever she’s around to actually cook. she probably orders takeout for herself most nights after work and class.

jared can sometimes cook. like if it’s just the microwave or toaster and he knows how long to set it? perfectly fine. if it’s the stove or oven… dear god. the house is not staying intact for long (probably because he’s playing video games or something instead of paying attention to the burning food).

alana is a respectable human and can cook about as well as heidi can, basically average cooking skills. i imagine alana can make really good soup because she’s probably volunteered at at least four soup kitchens.

so if i wanted anyone to cook me food in order of best to still good? connor, zoe, alana/heidi

if i wanted to have someone make me food but it was eh? cynthia

who i really do not want to make food for me in order of best bad to horrible? evan, larry, jared

[dearestdaffodils]

Fuck it, I’m gonna do it lol here is my top 100 from 2022, plus a bonus song because Spotify put 101 songs on the playlist

Heat Above - Greta Van Fleet

Numb Little Bug - Em Beihold

As It Was - Harry Styles

You’re The One - Greta Van Fleet

My Way, Soon - Greta Van Fleet

Another Man’s Jeans - Ashe

Music For A Sushi Restaurant- Harry Styles

2 Be Loved (Am I Ready?) - Lizzo

Safari Song - Greta Van Fleet

First Class - Jack Harlow

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Oh My God - Adele

Black Smoke Rising - Greta Van Fleet

Shake Ya Tailfeather - Nelly, Murphy Lee, Diddy

Sweetest Pie - Megan Thee Stallion, Dua Lipa

Cleopatra- The Lumineers

Trip the Light Fantastic - Greta Van Fleet

12345 - Em Beihold

Geraldine - Miranda Lambert

Hammer To Fall - Queen

Broken Bells - Greta Van Fleet

Just a Cloud Away - Pharrell Williams

Freaky Girls - Megan Thee Stallion, SZA

Beer Never Broke My Heart - Luke Combs

Flower Power - Greta Van Fleet

Need to Know - Doja Cat

SOS - ABBA

Sunroof - Nicky Youre, dazy

When The Curtain Falls - Greta Van Fleet

Woman - Doja Cat

Canyon Moon - Harry Styles

Shivers - Ed Sheeran

Light My Love - Greta Van Fleet

Betty (Get Money) - Yung Gravy

Let’s Get Loud - Jennifer Lopez

American Kids - Kenny Chesney

Left Hand Free - alt-j

California Love - 2Pac, Roger, Dr Dre

Alrighty Aphrodite - Peach Pit

Chiquitita- ABBA

Bam Bam - Camila Cabello, Ed Sheeran

Free Ride - The Edgar Winter Group

The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani, Akon

Don’t Shut Me Down - ABBA

24/7 - Common Kings

Hot Mess - Zoe Clark

Go To Town - Doja Cat

Lover, Leaver (Taker, Believer) - Greta Van Fleet

Baby, I Love Your Way - Big Mountain, Tom Lord- Alge

Daydreaming - Harry Styles

Vegas - Doja Cat

The New Day - Greta Van Fleet

SOMETHING SWEET - ADÉ, Farman Scoop

Rock Me Amadeus - Falco

Sleep On The Floor - The Lumineers

Sunshine Girl - J Boog, Peetah Morgan

SUPERBLOOM - Misterwives

Apex Predator - Mean Girls Cast

She Keeps Me Up - Nickelback

Nothing - Bruno Major

Hello Hello - Elton John

A Man Without Love - Engelbert Humperdinck

Enemy - Imagine Dragons

Roddy - Djo

Cold Heart - Elton John, Dua Lipa

3 Nights - Dominic Fike

Lollipop- Charlie Curtis-Beard, EARCANDY

Ophelia - The Lumineers

Levitating - Dua Lipa, DaBaby

Top of the World - Carpenters

Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins

Ça Plane Pour Moi - Plastic Bertrand

Sofia - Alvaro Soler

35 - Rob Ruha, Ka Hao

Mountain of the Sun - Greta Van Fleet

Achilles Heel - J Maya

More Than A Woman - Bee Gees

Tuned In Freestyle - Megan Thee Stallion

Sunflower Vol. 6 - Harry Styles

Friends to Lovers - Melina KB

Onipaʻa Ka Pua O Ka Hala - Mark Kealiʻi Hoʻomalu

Megan’s Piano - Megan Thee Stallion

Enemy - Imagine Dragons, JID

Golden - Harry Styles

Revenge Party - Mean Girls Cast

We Don’t Talk About Bruno - Encanto Cast

Clouds - Fin Argus, Sabrina Carpenter

I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) - Whitney Houston

Groundhog Day - Em Beihold

Age of Man - Greta Van Fleet

Best Song Ever - One Direction

Does Your Mother Know? - Mamma Mia Cast

Dandelions - Ruth B

Nobody To Love - Sigma

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

Rock The Boat - Hues Corporation

Lights Up - Harry Styles

It’s All Coming Back To Me Now - Celine Dion

Kingdom Dance - Alan Menken

Dance With Me Tonight - Olly Murs

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Little Town, It's a Shifter Village

I'm not sure what it is about old New England towns that literally predate the US, but they're often where tbe weird stuff happens. In the case of Virtue--a little town in upstate New York--the weird stuff is that it's a shifter sanctuary, which makes the town even more insular and uncommunicative with the rest if the world than even somewhere like Stars Hollow. Most people stay in Virtue their whole lives...but Zane Bellamy didn't. He had to come back to Virtue to meet his fated mate. Let's talk Wear Wolf.

This is your SPOILER WARNING, people. There are SPOILERS below the break.

The circumstances of a meet cute can range wildly, from a random happenstance coffee shop meet to something absolutely improbable like getting kidnapped by pirates. Somehow, Zane and Victoria manage to meet under just the wildest circumstances. Victoria is a long-term substitute teacher who has a year-long contract in Virtue. Her students talk her into entering a contest for a custom coture dress, and her win brings Zane back to his hometown. But that's just the SETUP for the meet cute. The actual meet cute is Victoria goig headfirst out a bathroom window to avoid the press (literally cannot blame her for that one) and Zane diving underneath her so she doesn't break her neck on the concrete. It's actually super cute and awkward.

And of course thats where the fated mate bond clicks in for Zane. The interesting twist, however, is that Zane has face blindness-- or prosopagnosia, for those of you wanting the SAT word. Zane doesn't see and click.with faces, so it more or less doesn't matter what Victoria looks like. What he does see though, is fashion. Partly because Zane is a world-famous designer, and partly because it's how he copes with and manages the ace blindness. So it takes him less than a second to clock Victoria's "everyday cosplay," which was honestly delightful in the context of their first spicy scene and jut a lovely little marriage of character quirks. It's not a secret that shifter romances--and particularly those shifter romances written under the Zoe Chant name--are meant to be sweet, fluffy, cozy, and spicy, without too terribly much in the way of depth. But even with those genre expectations, Murphy Lawless manages to do small, clever character things like this that give me just a little bit more to hold onto.

Like, yes of COURSE the fashion designer is going to clock the first grade teacher's subtle-enough-to-pass-muster-at-an-elementary-school sexy secretary and sexy librarian cosplays. And yes of course nobody else in said first-grade teacher's life is going to notice because humanity at large is bad at nuance (and also, let's be real: the US in particular would absolutely crucify [loaded word choice is intentional] any teacher for something like that if it wasn't kept 100000000% private). So to have these two beautifully complimentary character traits mesh just reinforces the fated mates thing and goes a long way towards feeling like yes, actually, even if there wasn't a shifter and a fated mate involved, these two characters have a reason they would work well together.

The other really lovely thing that this book does that I don't think I've seen in shifter romances before is that it codifies LGBTQIA fated mates. Dion and Aaron aren't a main couple by any stretch of the imagination, but they're there, they're gay, and they are absolutely adorable fated mates. Now we just need a book where the LGBTQIA couple is the main couple. I'm...fairly sure these exist and I just haven't found them yet? I hope these exist?

Overall, this was a delightful read, and I was over here kicking my feet and screeching "WHAT" at the book when the paparazzi pictures of Zane and a younger woman popped up. I think I literally yelled "THERE IS NOT ENOUGH BOOK LEFT FOR THIS" but it turned out there was, and it was adorable. I highly recommend Murphy Lawless (both as Lawless and as Zoe Chant) if you need a cozy shifter romance read.

[nothingunrealistic]

for reference, the part of the deh novel that inspired this:

That first week after my confession was the worst of my life. Even with the aid of medication, which I had started taking again, I could barely function. My stomach was swirling acid. My left eye twitched uncontrollably. That Friday, I went to the nurse and missed half my classes. I once saw a documentary about a shipwrecked man who survived out on the open sea for sixteen days. After they saved him, it was a long and deliberate process to return him to good health before he could resume normal life. I, too, had survived a wreck, albeit a self-inflicted one. In my case, though, I was thrown right back into society. I left school for the weekend with everything and returned the following week with nothing. I was confused. I literally couldn’t perceive what was reality and what was fantasy. I’d hear someone talking, only to find there was no one else in the room. I attached a story to every stare I received. One time I did a homework assignment twice because I had forgotten I’d done it the first time. I began to question whether I ever fell from that oak tree and broke my arm; I’d crawl under my bed in the middle of the night just to confirm that my cast was not imagined. Unlike the man from the documentary, I received no help or sympathy, because no one knew what I was going through. And anyway, did I deserve anyone’s sympathy? My mom and Dr. Sherman were the only ones in my life who had even the slightest clue, and neither of them was aware of the full extent of what had happened. The details were known only to me, and as time went on, those details began to haunt me daily. I had to stay off social media. People kept grilling me about why I wasn’t with the Connor Project anymore, and they continued to say nasty things about the Murphys and Zoe. My grades slipped. My attendance became unpredictable. I missed school after breaking into hives and again for an unexplained fever and again for shingles (which I’m told is a disease that typically only old people get). I went from a homebody to a practical agoraphobe.

Jared and Evan + 22 for the hurt/comfort prompts… simply a them concept

Anonymous asked:

Delirious and also straw that broke the camel's back

17. delirious || 22. the straw that broke the camel’s back

Jared wants to blame his buzzing phone for waking him up, but he wasn’t falling asleep anyway. If he were really tired, he wouldn’t be bothering to put on his glasses.

My cat

My cats

My cat

My cast

You say oh right

You saw it

Do you remember

?

Hearing from Evan this late is weird enough — usually he goes to bed before midnight, like someone’s grandma. He also usually texts more coherently than the average grandma. And Jared can’t remember the last time a text from Evan was preceded by two weeks of total silence.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Why are you even awake?

My car from my arm

Cat

Cast

You saw my car

Cast

Right

When I broke it

He should turn off his phone and ignore whatever this is until the morning, when Evan will either have forgotten about it or remembered how to form a complete sentence. Instead he presses Call and waits through one… two… three rings.

“Don’t call me,” Evan says, sounding like he just woke up. Was he sleep-texting? “I don’t like calls.”

“Yeah, and I don’t like having to decipher your messages like it’s the Rosetta Stone at two AM. Talk.”

“Did I break my arm?”

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be underage drinking without me.”

“I’m sick.”

“Wow, no shit.” That answers about half of his questions.

“I can’t remember,” Evan says. “If I really broke it. I thought it was real but I don’t know. Is it?”

Jared shoves his covers down, pushes himself into sitting upright, like that it’ll make it easier to think. “Yeah. You fell out of a tree and broke your arm.”

“No, I didn’t.” Evan’s voice shakes as if he’s about to cry. Jared can’t handle that even at the best of times, which this is far from. “That’s not — I don’t think it is.”

“Yes, you did. You told me. You had a cast on your arm for, like, the first month of school.” With Connor Murphy’s signature plastered across it, the first domino in the chain that’s threatening to topple over and crush them. “Now go to sleep. You and I both know it’s past your bedtime and that warm milk is wearing off.”

“I can’t. I’m tired but I can’t fall asleep.”

“So drink some water. Take some Tylenol. Listen to a boring podcast. Figure it out. Do you expect me to solve all your problems for you?”

“That’s what you do.”

Jared digs his fingers through his hair. He feels almost crazy enough to yank it all out. “This doesn’t mean we’re good, you know. You’re still an asshole.”

“I’m sorry,” Evan says. “I’m really sorry,” and the worst part of hearing that is knowing Evan’s too out of it to mean it. He won’t even remember this tomorrow.

“I’m hanging up.”

“Good n—”

Jared hits End Call, pulls off his glasses, and turns off his phone so he won’t throw it across the room.

(Put a number and two characters in my ask box and get a hurt/comfort drabble)

[lemon-boy-stan]

"DEAR EVAN HANSEN MASTERLIST" (closed)

MIKE FAIST

love hearts (fluff) - the reader is scared of heights. she eats love heart sweets when she’s nervous.

train ride heat (smut(ish)) - a ride to the music box gets steamy.

EVAN HANSEN

mirror room (angst) - the supposedly neuro-typical reader suffers a panic attack.

dating evan hansen includes (headcanon)

ZOE MURPHY

dating zoe murphy includes (headcanon)

CONNOR MURPHY

coming soon

JARED KLIENMAN

coming soon

[can-youimagine]

Ooh broadway! 41 w/ Zoe Murphy? If possible

Warning: I’m typing this on my phone so bear with me

You pull her hand, dragging her through the drafty building.

“What is so important that you made me come here?” She whines. “It’s too cold.”

You shush her. “We’re almost there.” You continue to pull her through the market before stopping at a little booth in the back. Jars of honey line the front of the table, while beeswax candles stand behind them.

“Adorable,” she agrees. “But why am I here?”

“Because, this is ours.”

She takes a closer look at the honey bottles. “You really did it.”

“I really did.”

She smiles widely before kissing you. “I’m proud of you.”