#everett maroon

[romehoe-montague]

family vs found family

(first is a portrait, second is a page from tristan’s sketchbook)

@aleevernism

[goodstuffhappenedtoday]

It seemed like it should be an easy win for Des Moines Superintendent Ian Roberts to dust off his racing shoes and compete against a team of elementary schoolers.

The 47-year-old Guyanese runner's skills had taken him around the globe, after all, even competing in the 2000 Summer Olympic Games in Sydney.

"I showed up to the school, and I'm waiting there. And I saw the principal and teachers and they brought the entire school out to the track. And I'm thinking, 'oh,'" Roberts recalled with a laugh.

What was initially going to be a race between Roberts and Everett Clark, a lucky second-grader who won the chance to race Roberts in a raffle, had grown as more students decided to join. Soon the student body flanked the track.

Roberts keeps himself in shape, running several miles, five to six days a week. Before the race, he ran drills with the students, teaching them how to stretch and showing them proper running form.

The day of the event, Roberts was in a maroon three-piece suit and a matching pair of tennis shoes. Roeder said the suit might have been a handicap, but the sneakers should have covered the gap.

As Roberts, the superintendent, sheepishly put it: "I decided, you know, I can do this in my suit. Why not? So here I am in my suit and my bow tie and some Nike Air Force One tennis shoes, and I felt that would be sufficient."

Instead, when the 100 meter dash began, Roberts saw how committed the students were to the race – and his eventual loss was all but decided.

It was fifth-grader Amayah Vilmael who sailed to victory, crossing the finish line with her eyes straight ahead as her former Olympian competition trailed steps behind.

"All of those students, especially Amayah, who – based on her form, based on her stride length – she definitely has a really promising career in track and field if she so chooses," Roberts said.

The superintendent has had a chance to speak with the parents of Amayah and Everett, and he said both of them are overjoyed to have gotten to race the former track and field star.

"Everett, for example, yesterday and even today, he is still walking around the house talking about his race. Amayah is still on cloud nine because she beat an Olympian," Roberts said.

"I am humbled and I stand proud in defeat to elementary school students, all of whom have very promising careers academically and athletically. And I will do it all over again if I can."

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hello! I've been a quiet reader for some time now, and first, let me say that I love your writing! it's so entertaining and fun to read that every time i read it just make my day better, props to you!!

Been thinking, how might the cast react to a friend M!MC that out of the blue gives them a kiss on the forehead as his first romantic approach? I just imagine that MC couldn't contain his adoration and love feelings for them anymore and just went for it.

If it picks your interest i would love to see what you came out with! Hope you're having a great day😁😁

A/N: love me some cute ass prompts ❤️💞❤️

HLC REACT TO M!MC KISSING THEIR FOREHEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME

MC struggles to express his emotions, to put it lightly. He could be pretty quiet and stoic on the outside while having a full spectrum of color for emotions on the inside. He's been internally arguing with himself for a while how to tell his friend that he wanted the relationship to be something more. This could sometimes leave him staring at them for uncomfortable periods of time. His best friend didn't even have time to ask if he was okay before he got up from his seat, kissed them on the forehead and walked away, red as a cherry.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He actually drops the book he's holding. He sputters for a moment before running after MC. "Hey, wait! You can't just do that and walk away!"

OMINIS GAUNT: He startles a little and feels his forehead. He's never received a kiss in his life, he doesn't know what that feels like. "Wha-...what?" Is all he can manage to say as he tries to process what just happened.

ANNE SALLOW: She watches MC walk away in shock. Her cheeks slowly tingle pink as she tries to connect the dots on what this could mean. MC will have to come back around again eventually. Maybe she can return the favor.

IMELDA REYES: "Hey!" She wipes her forehead with her sleeve. "Weirdo..." She says to herself and goes back to what she was doing before the kiss interrupted her. She fights a smile that keeps sneaking its way into her face.

NATSAI ONAI: She makes a small noise in surprise and immediately marches after MC when he tries to escape. She grabs his hand. "Not so fast! What was that about?" MC can't get away with it with her.

GARRETH WEASLEY: Doesn't react for a solid two minutes after MC smooches him. Then he freezes. Touches his forehead. Turns red as a beet. Screams.

LEANDER PREWETT: "What the-???" He immediately turns red and stutters as MC walks off. He's sent reeling for the next six hours about what this could mean.

AMIT THAKKAR: He's too stunned to speak. He just sits there, quill mid note taking, slowly turning shades of maroon. The kiss plays over and over in his memory. He'll never forget it.

EVERETT CLOPTON: His heart is beating so fast it could explode. He runs off after MC shouting at him. "WAIT! Tell me what this means!!"

POPPY SWEETING: MC has to bend down pretty far to get to her forehead. This gives her enough time to react to his movement. "What are you doing?" She moves away and watches his body language. He's embarrassed, caught in the act. "If you wanted to kiss me...all you had to do was ask." She grabs his face and kisses him first right on the lips.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Songs4Caplan Challenge

(I located an older song fic challenge from a deleted blog I had that had this graphic on it. LOL)

Rules:

Tag me in the authors notes & send me a message with yuor fic once it's posted! (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Can be ANY CHARACTER YOU'D LIKE!!

More than one person can write for the same prompts

RPFs are allowed

If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics

the songs are randomly picked from my playlist, so don't judge lol.

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be, however, please be considerate to the folks using the app and place the 'keep reading' feature on your posts!!

PLEASE tag the fic as #songs4caplan so i can easily find your fics!!!

Addicted to you simple plan

Africa Toto 

All downhill from here new found glory 

All for you sister hazel 

All summer long kid Rock 

Alone together fall out boy

Amnesia 5 seconds of summer

Animals maroon 5

As it was Harry styles 

as the world caves in Sarah cothran

Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin 

Attention Charlie put 

Bad guy Billie eillish 

Bad things jace Everett

Beautiful mistakes maroon 5

Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney 

Before he cheats carrie underwood 

Before you go Lewis capaldi 

Beggin maneskin 

Better than me hinder

Blue ain’t your color Keith urban 

Burn usher 

Car radio twenty one pilots 

Church fall out boy

Climax usher 

Come & get it Selena Gomez 

Count on me Bruno mars 

Criminal Fiona Apple 

Deja vu Olivia rodrigo 

Delicate Taylor swift 

Diary Tino Coury 

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood 

Dirty thoughts Chloe adams 

Don’t call me up Mabel 

Downtown lady a 

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo 

Easy on Adele 

End of me a day to remember 

Every breath you take the police 

Every morning sugar ray 

Everybody hurts r.e.m. 

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys 

Fast car Tracy Chapman 

Flowers Miley Cyrus 

For the first time the script

Forever young alphaville

Forever and ever amen randy Travis

Fuck it Eamon 

Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr

Ghost of you Justin beiber

Glimpse of us Joji

God gave me you Blake Shelton 

Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees

Havana Camilla cabello 

Heart attack Demi lovato 

Heartbreak anniversary giveon 

Heaven Kane brown 

Hello darlin Conway twitty 

Hold on, we’re going on drake 

How do you sleep Jesse McCartney 

Hurt Johnny cash 

I fall apart post Malone 

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw 

I wanna be your slave maneskin 

I’m not the only one Sam smith 

I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge 

I’m yours Alessia Cara 

In my blood Shawn Mendes 

It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash 

Jealous nick Jonas 

Just one yesterday fall out boy 

Just the way you are Bruno mars 

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne 

Killer queen Queen 

The last of the real ones 

Leave  the door open Bruno mars 

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney 

Let her go passenger

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra 

Little Talks Mumfords & sons

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia keys 

Needed Me Rihanna 

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa 

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow 

PillowTalk Zayn Malik 

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift 

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele 

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat 

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Shower Becky G

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars 

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

Take You Dancing Jason Derulo

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Title Meghan Trainor

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Too Little Too LAte JoJo

Trip Ella Mae

Trouble P!Nk

True Love P!NK

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomez

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift

[blakelysco-pilot]

Oooh lovie those soft kiss prompts are sooo 🥹🥹🥹!! I’d love to see 12 for Rosie & Jo and 15 for Val & Ev!

Thanks for being patient on these- they were a lot of fun!

Prompts are from this list & as always, asks are open chickies! 💗

12. Sharing a kiss on New Year’s Eve - Rosie & Jo

He remembered talking about this on New Year’s Eve of ‘43-‘44. Sitting in the Officers hut with Croz, Blakely and Douglass, the latter having brandished a bottle Vat 69 from somewhere. They had sat around, talking about what they’d be doing if they were home, and now 1945 was almost fully out the door to make way for ‘46- the first year not tarnished by war- and it was happening.

The band was playing at Minton’s and he was spinning the woman of his dreams around a crowded dance floor.

New Year’s Eve was for friends, he remembered telling the three other men, and now the four of them were together with their respective sweethearts. But he wasn’t focused on them at the moment. No, he was focused on the woman in his arms whose eyes were crinkled at the corners as she laughed. Her hands in his as he spun her around, the skirt of the maroon dress she had chosen for the occasion fanned out around her; she was radiant and carefree, and Rosie had never felt such complete contentment in all of his life. This was where he had prayed so hard to be. To come home and be able to have her in his arms. A year ahead of him and Jo with endless possibilities.

“Look at you,” he grinned, pressing his lips against the shell of her ear as he spun her back into his arms. “Stunning, sweetheart.”

“Robbie!”

“You are. I should have said it a hundred times over by now…”

“How many drinks have you had?” She teased, stepping in time with him as they continued to dance.

“I promise, it’s not the whiskey.”

“Robert Rosenthal, don’t lie to me.” She beamed.

“Not lying,” shaking his head, he let his hands slide down to her waist so he could pick her up and spin her, the excitement of midnight drawing closer by the second. “God, look at you!”

When her feet were finally back on solid ground, she couldn’t help but grin back at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her nose to his, eyes softening as she took in his smile, blue eyes sparkling in the low light of Minton’s.

“Almost midnight…” she grinned.

“Tell me, Miss Harris, is there a fella in this place who gets your midnight kiss?”

“There is…”

“Lucky,” Rosie teased, nosing at her cheek. “I am a lucky son of a gun.”

“No my love, I’m the lucky one.”

Not waiting for the clock to strike twelve, Rosie pulled her flush to his body with all the flourish he could muster. With a smile, he let his hands come to rest gently at the base of her neck before slanting his lips over hers with ease. They didn’t need to wait for midnight anymore; he was home just like they both had pined for, and he could kiss her whenever he wanted.

15. Sharing a surprise kiss- Ev & Val

The first thing Val heard as she opened the door of the apartment was music. Not music she would expect to hear knowing her mother was downstairs, but something from Olive when she had introduced them to modern music. Someone named Van Morrison; a song that Everett had ultimately begged Olive to find on a record for him on one of her last trips to her time, a record he said reminded him of Val.

“Ev?” She dropped her purse on the small table by the door, her gloves and hat following.

“In here!” He called back over the music, and it was then Val picked up on the smell of something coming from the kitchen. Was he…?

“Are you cooking?”

“Pulled a few pots from one of the boxes,” he turned from the counter where she could just make out that he was opening a bottle of wine. “Thought you might like a break.”

“We had nothing in the icebox, honey…”

“I went down to the store,” wiping his hands on a dish towel, he came to stand in front of her. “That little Italian one your mother always goes to.”

“Did you ask her for help?” Val narrowed her eyes at him.

“No,” he grinned. “I've seen you make sauce enough times, it seemed easy enough. Though, breading the chicken cutlets got a little messy for a bit.”

Ev caught her just as she jumped into his arms, her lips immediately finding his. He held her against him, hands gripping her thighs as he backed them up towards the kitchen table, lips still pressed against hers with fervor.

They hadn’t been home long, and had just begun to piece together a life in the apartment her mother had saved for them while simultaneously planning a wedding and looking for a place of their own. Their belongings were strewn around rooms in boxes and, and their footlockers that they had yet to unpack. Val had been working tirelessly with the help of their friends to make the apartment a home, for however temporary, and knowing that Everett had thought enough to make them dinner, was enough to have her face split from how hard she was grinning.

“Thank you…” she gasped, pulling away for air. “

“What for?”

“You made dinner…”

“You’re making this place a home,” he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Least I could do was boil some rigatoni and cook tomatoes.”

“You would have made an excellent addition to the Clubmobile, honey.”

“I think I was better suited to fly the planes and flirt with the girl in the truck, not actually make the donuts.”

“Well, I’ll take what I can get now.”

“Oh, is that how it is?”

“That’s how it is…” she giggled, pressing her lips to his softly. “Did you pick up something for dessert?”

“Now, what makes you think there’s dessert involved?”

“Because you’re playing that record from Olive, and I’m sitting on our kitchen table.”

“In that case,” swiftly picking her up, he shut the gas off on the stove before crossing the room towards their bedroom. “Dessert first.”

[funkyllama]

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Tiaras

Tiaras are worn by people over the age of 16 who wear feminine fashions. A person does not have to be royal or married to dawn a tiara in the Ionian Union!

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The Chain of the thistle is only worn by the reigning Monarch during formal full regalia events, which other Royals would wear a sash to. The chain sets apart the Monarch from the rest.

Read below or on the linked page to learn more!

Senior Royal Sash

The maroon sash of the Order of the Thistle represents the Devine Right to rule, and is only worn by the Consort to the Monarch and the Heir Presumptive of the Ionian Union. Featured in the image is the Black-Tie suit worn by French Royals. Worn below the tie is the Legion of Honour.  Over the persons chest is the Order of Viviana II, all Ionian Monarchs have their own orders which are retired when they abdicate or pass away. Only citizens of the Ionian Union may wear a Monarch's order, wearers of the orange and teal sash will not wear the order unless they acquire Ionian citizenship.

Ionian Royal Sash

The yellow sash of the Order of the Thistle is worn by Ionian Royals who are not senior members of the Royal family. Such royals may include spares and extended members of the royal family. Despite being members of a foreign royal family, the Children and Grandchildren of Crown Princess Lorraine of Uspana wear the yellow sash of the Order of the Thistle. Featured in this image are the Orders of Viviana I and II. A person may wear more than one Monarch order if they have recieved them during the Monarch's reign. The Order of Viviana I was retired with the ascension of Queen Viviana II.

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[monstrousvoice]

hey!! love your blog SO much, and I was wondering if you had any song recommendations for Husk? like songs that suit him?

Alright Anon!! I am soooo sorry this took so long but like I mentioned, character playlists are not something I've ever really dabbled in so I had no idea how to answer this the first couple days. Im still not sure this is what you were hoping for, but I really tried!! If anyone has any songs they'd like to add please do so!!

Instrumental Jazz reminds me of him the most, so here's a couple:

Literally anything by Everette Harp is something Husk would either play or be listening to in his downtime - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRbDjUjLefpmSmdJU6ycpFQ

Next Journey by Robomoque - https://youtu.be/mxy0k9BQ00Q?si=9KuvpVL3IvPGBF-u

Lets Get It Started by Jeffery Smith - https://youtu.be/tYXTP4yp3J4?si=6tCIdwrIoVW3Z8R7 

If I Could Fly by Vincent Ingala - https://youtu.be/U8ijrDVTkpg?si=XuBBIkFf9w16ZqPm

General Husk vibes, songs that remind me of him or his nature towards others in some way:

Sixteen by The Heavy (gives me biiiigg Overlord Husk vibes) - https://youtu.be/wQw4geA7xYU?si=Y6rLYZI9iVLjA87j

Losing My Mind by Mystery Skulls - https://youtu.be/n5TpNmS4OX0?si=hfFwZsrDcFqsZhfg 

Hellbent by Mystery Skulls - https://youtu.be/X79sXBYYgIQ?si=3JFy9Z1j2uIPDiGA 

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes - https://youtu.be/0J2QdDbelmY?si=vVo3DEU3GJhvLgzy 

7 Years by Lukas Graham - https://youtu.be/Q0bnAmfGQC8?si=8tNP7CUiIvc7OjBU 

World's Smallest Violin by AJR - https://youtu.be/wUvw374tP7o?si=2CpqEJoYnx5f7ezN 

Under Pressure  by Queen and David Bowie - https://youtu.be/a01QQZyl-_I?si=5WmbjzygPlw8jOTr 

All The Kids Are Depressed by Jeremy Zucker - https://youtu.be/d_So8lwTHAg?si=RVhhDbzD97SxPbWK 

Devil On My Shoulder by Chelsea Cutler - https://youtu.be/0qhDFoPPfp0?si=lqw3SEDxMdEo82Y7 

Breathe (2 AM) by Anna Nalick (This is the vibe I think of when thinking of Husk doing his job as a bartender. Listening to others but knowing there isn't much he can do to help other than remind you to breathe…) - https://youtu.be/SiE_0AugUPY?si=q1hfRHnaW8z3xGwM 

Escapism (feat. AJ Michalka, Zach Callison and Grace Roleck) (Yes i’m putting a steven universe song here, the vibes are too good) - https://youtu.be/cy57UnoAgCY?si=JjtVr-eeziyKBycZ 

Mr. Blue by Catherine Feeny (This song gives me many emotions…If you know where it’s from then I am kissing you) - https://youtu.be/pvfzcGbOzqg?si=mPFVd8yYyhDeb8hP

Bonus! Husk in a relationship:

Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 - https://youtu.be/to5Sg2KeEnU?si=9_gqF3M3yLeiNET4 

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Alex Goot and Sam Tsui Cover) (My fav cover of this song, so sweet~) - https://youtu.be/gga359vkhzk?si=GNOtAIC0afKbwt41 

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For by Scarlett Johansson and Bono from Sing 2 (The original is amazing, but the first time I heard this cover I felt chills. It’s so soft and sad but builds to a more hopeful and happy ending. Very fitting for Husk’s relationship I feel.) - https://youtu.be/fVSrtw20BxA?si=DjZZ669XFSdHsx4F 

Stay With Me by Sam Smith (T Pain live cover) (my fav version of this song ♥) - https://youtu.be/0Bi7qvzFIgA?si=5D-o2Xu6phDskSem 

Just Give Me a Reason by P!nk feat. Nate Ruess - https://youtu.be/6-jsRJ_gkO0?si=YsxgYRa-caQGdW7o 

Misbehavin’ by Pentatonix - https://youtu.be/ywYfMlyIkeo?si=CCw8G3gzN-dAbe0j

Anchor by Mindy Gledhill - https://youtu.be/cB3BWmCOW2Y?si=AyfqjlmPbEl4MqAO

[theranilord]

I'm making an OTP playlist and this is what I have so far:

Spock/McCoy - Battlefield by Jordin Sparks

Brett/Regan ~ Too Sweet by Hozier

Yusuke/Koenma

Goeman/Jigen

Luke/Han

Kallus/Garazeb ~ Hello, Hello by Elton John ft. Lady Gaga

Obi-wan/Qui-gon

Draco/Harry ~ Touched by Vast

Sirius/Lupin ~ Animals by Maroon 5

Sherlock/Watson

Q/007

Bilbo/Thorin ~ Drumming Song by Florence and the Machine

Kili/Tauriel

Thranduil/Bard

Jon/Daenerys

Arya/Gendry

Loki/Hulk

Everett/Strange ~ Take Me To Church by Hozier

Wade/Peter ~ Umbrella by Rhianna

Jack/Ianto ~ Should've Said No by Taylor Swift

Doctor/River ~ I Died In Your Arms Tonight by Cutting Crew

Jayne/Simon

Ardeth/Jonathan ~ Desert Rose by Sting

Crowley/Aziraphale

Seaplane/Sheldon

Hargrove/Harrington ~ Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

Eddie/Chrissy

Glenn/Daryl ~ Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

Jack/Daniel ~ Nobody Does It Better ~ Carly Simon

Hannibal/Murdock

Buffy/Spike

Dar/Tao ~

Charles/Erik ~ Rewrite The Stars from Greatest Showman

Dirk/Tod

Hannibal/Will ~ Bruises and Bitemarks by Good With Grenades

Gear/Hotstreak ~ When You're Sober by Evanescence

Carl/Van Helsing ~ As Long As You're Mine from Wicked

Stone/Robotnik ~ Where Evil Grows by The Poppy Family

I regret nothing.

[jules-has-notes]

Aca Top 10: Summer Hits 2015 — VoicePlay music video

VoicePlay had kicked off their "Aca Top 10" series with the hits of summer 2014, and the next year gave them just as much good fodder to draw from. Their continued busy schedule provided the same impetus for another medley they could record in a way that didn't require much editing, but that doesn't mean they cut corners on their musicality or the party vibes.

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 — Summer Hits 2015

original songs / performers: "Time of Our Lives" by Pitbull & Ne-Yo; [0:23] "Want To Want Me" by Jason Derulo; [0:40] "Honey, I'm Good" by Andy Grammer; [0:56] "Sugar" by Maroon 5; [1:09] "Fight Song" by Rachel Platten; [1:20] "Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift, featuring Kendrick Lamar; [1:30] "See You Again" by Wiz Khalifa featuring Charlie Puth; [1:40] "Watch Me" by Silentó; [1:52] "Can't Feel My Face" by The Weeknd; [2:07] "Shut Up and Dance" by Walk the Moon

written by: "Time of Our Lives" by Armando "Pitbull" Pérez, Lukasz "Dr. Luke" Gottwald, Henry "Cirkut" Walter, Shaffer "Ne-Yo" Smith, Vinay Rao, Stephan Taft, & Michael "Freakin" Everett; "Want To Want Me" by Jason Derulo, Ian Kirkpatrick, Samuel Denison Martin, Lindy Robbins, & Mitch Allan; "Honey, I'm Good" by Andy Grammer & Nolan Sipe; "Sugar" by Mike Posner, Adam Levine, Joshua "Ammo" Coleman, Lukasz "Dr. Luke" Gottwald, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, & Henry "Cirkut" Walter; "Fight Song" by Rachel Platten & Dave Bassett; "Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift, Max Martin, Karl "Shellback" Schuster, & Kendrick Lamar; "See You Again" by Cameron "Wiz Khalifa" Thomaz, Charlie Puth, Justin "DJ Frank E" Franks, Andrew Cedar, Dann Hume, Josh Hardy, & Phoebe Cockburn; "Watch Me" by Ricky "Silentó" Hawk & Timothy Mingo; "Can't Feel My Face" by Ali Payami, Savan Kotecha, Max Martin, Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye, & Peter Svensson; "Shut Up and Dance" by Ben Berger, Eli Maiman, Ryan McMahon, Nicholas Petricca, Kevin Ray, & Sean Waugaman

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

release date: 3 September 2015

My favorite bits:

the cool percussion riff Layne puts in as a radio edit during "Time of Our Lives"

the breakdown moment in "Honey, I'm Good"

Tony's fantastic side-eye as he sips his coffee during Earl's solo on the first two lines of "Bad Blood"

Eli leaning on Earl's shoulder, and Geoff and Layne gazing fondly at each other during "See You Again"

once again giving the most attention-seeking lyrics to Tony, who's actually quite shy (but performs it well, nevertheless)

Geoff's concerned expression as he makes sure that he can, in fact, feel his face

everyone else cutting out the first time Tony sings ♫ "shut up and dance with me" ♫

Layne gleefully tossing the final sign at the end of a successful take

Trivia:

A full arrangement of "Shut Up and Dance" was part of the Disney Sessions collaborations VoicePlay did with the cast of Newsies as part of the 20th anniversary celebration for Disney On Broadway earlier in the year.

They also included a snippet of "Bad Blood" in their Patreon launch video.

It seems as though the arrangement process happened about a month before they released the video, possibly during their downtime on a cruise ship.

[tysonchapmans]

"You've seen yourself, right? Blink and they'll be disarmed." Naturally, she managed to undercut his point with just the press of a trigger, his hand moving instinctively when he felt a splash of water on him like he could bat away her air strike.

"Motherfucker."

On that note, he deliberately splashed her with his beer, sloshing it against the side of the cup so some spilled out in her direction. Liquid warfare begets liquid warfare, it only made sense to him.

"If you had a bible on you right now I'd put my hand on it, look you in the eye and swear down that if that asshole dies mysteriously, I'd be the number one suspect." Tyson dropped down next to Ainsley in the sand then, finishing off what was left of his beer before placing the cup down beside him, a hand raised to show he was calling a truce between them. He didn't actually want Everett to croak -- he would settle for him being marooned on an island far, far away.

"I could just give you a dollar and then we have that attorney-client privilege, don't we? I've seen Suits." He's also heard it said that you couldn't find yourself in legal trouble in this town and not encounter a Wagner during some part of the process.

All bar one.

He stretched his legs out as he got comfortable, sure that he would be annoyed later when he was home and there was sand in his socks and shoes and clinging to any part of him it touched.

"As long as it's not saltwater up the nose, because that shit sucks." There was a momentary pause before he groaned in annoyance with himself as what he deemed a perfect answer to her question came to mind.

"I should have said my favorite summer smell was cocaine."

"mmm, see but now you're taking all the fun out of living, ty." ainsley pressed the water gun's trigger lightly and a short stream of water passed from it. "how else will i disarm a man walking by if i don't yell out a poor innunedo?" ainsley was, of course, teasing--she had no intention of shouting about her supposed sex life to strangers--but she did feel strongly that in a pinch, it could serve as self-defense.

a raised eyebrow and a smirk flirted across her lips. "ah, so you're admitting to a lawyer you had intent to harm your brother? now who's the one who should watch what they say, hmmmm?" she chuckled, and motioned for him to take a seat. "y'know, i think i like the name rambo--makes me feel powerful and badass. think i should get it legally changed?"

ainsley swirled her drink around and looked out into the ocean. "saltwater is a pretty big contender--feels a little on the nose though. maybe lemongrass? sweet tea, but that's more locationally based i suppose. oh! blueberries!"

[lgbtqreads]

Fave Five: LGBTQ YA Featuring Time Travel

Fave Five: LGBTQ YA Featuring Time Travel

Yesterday is History by Kosoko Jackson The Last Beginning by Lauren James The Unintentional Time Traveler by Everett Maroon A Darkly Beating Heart by Lindsay Smith Spin Me Right Round by David Valdes

[creativeashproductions]

We Wouldn’t Be Us // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: We get a look into the timeline of the reader and Charlie’s relationship from the first date that wasn’t so perfect to the news they get. The relationship has its ups and downs like all relationships do but this one brings the birth of a song. They know in their relationship that anything less just wouldn’t be them

Warnings: Swearing, an argument, allusion to sex (NO SMUT), pure fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I suppose this is an entry for @cherrymaybank​’s Valentine’s Day Fic Challenge. 

Based on the song We Wouldn’t Be Us by Alexandra Kay

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Every dress didn’t seem to fit properly no matter what mirror with different light in your apartment you tried. The spare bathroom’s bulb was dying, so that made the colour appear off, and the best mirror was dirty, which would dampen the romantic goal. Nothing made you feel that oomph that you desired for this date. 

You could wear the standby little black dress of which you had two options, the clubbing one or the work appropriate one. It didn’t seem right to choose a standard black and no colour for this insanely sweet guy that had this insane energy. With that thought in mind, you dug deeper in your closet for that special dress that you’d never found someone worthy of it. It was your best dress and your most expensive with the tags still on. You would have gone for the maroon dress but it was Valentine’s Day and that seemed like over kill.

Somehow it still fit perfectly despite the length of time from purchase, it was a vibrant green satin with lace matching the colour. The dress's satin ended just below the knee with the matching lace falling an additional six inches past. The A-line skirt was loose flowing contrasting to the form-fitting material across your bust and midsection. 

One of your favourite parts of the dress was the off-shoulder bateau neckline that gave a tasteful sneak of your cleavage. The bottom of the thick straps came to make a perfectly straight horizontal line. Across your waist was a one-inch wide satin ribbon attached to the dress that formed a perfect bow that tied the outfit together, no pun intended.

“Whoa.” You breathed stepping in front of the floor-length mirror kept in the spare bedroom, it had once been your roommates’ room before she moved.

You had to admit the dress was magical with it, bringing out all your curves and went with your skin tone. It was a pure shock to see how you managed to make the dress come to life with just a makeup look that was easy to do. All you did next was your favourite beige heels that went with everything. You had just slid on the left heel when the buzzer sounded and slid the right on as you hit the button unlocking the apartment building door.

“This is going to be perfect.” You breathed leaning into the mirror beside the front door. You inspected your lipstick as a knock sounded on the dark brown wood of your door. 

“You look gorgeous.” Your date breathed, widening those colour changing irises as he took in your outfit, “You take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day”

Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Charlie.”

He stepped into the apartment as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your coat and purse with your essentials. He had gently retrieved the coat from your arms to help you into the cold jacket. 

“I know traditionally I would have brought you flowers, but I also know you love books.” Charlie breathed grasping the items in his hands, “So I got these flowers.”

His warm hands held three books. The top one was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley with a cover that had the background blurry with only the back of a girl in clarity. The girl’s pink dress matching the flower in the upper corner of the book. The next cover proudly displayed The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley with red flowers growing down on a stone building. The third one was a light pink book with an anatomically correct heart with flowers growing out of the arteries, veins and valves; a collection of poetry I Saw You As a Flower by Ellen Everett. Lastly, you held Rupi Kaur’s second collection of poetry The Sun and her Flowers that had come out a couple years ago.

“Charlie, this is so thoughtful. You even has a rose one!” You breathlessly spoke gently touching the covers, “Thank you so much for these.”

“I thought we could read them together?” Charlie was bashful as he quietly asked with flushed cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt like this was his very first date all over again.

“I’d love that.” You softly told the Canadian with the manners a mother would be jealous to have in her home. Charlie’s fingers linked with yours as he tugged you out of the apartment into the hallway.

Your hands swung during the short walk from the apartment building to his bright orange Subaru across the street. The sound of the light wind rustling the trees lining the sidewalk mixed with the humming from Charlie was a perfect film score. He was the ideal gentleman even before he asked you out.

You couldn’t wait to tell your close loved ones about Charlie. You could really see this going somewhere. The relationship that is, as you were now on the side of a road with the Subaru’s hazard lights flashing.

“I forgot to fill the tank.” Charlie moaned, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched just as tight as his fists.

The Canadian was so embarrassed to have had what he thought was the best date of his life. He’d played music from the playlist he had patiently curated specifically for this date, and he held your hand to the restaurant. He’d already made plans for another date when his car’s warning beeped.

In Charlie’s haste, he’d forgotten to fuel up his car, so here he was with the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his passenger seat. His confidence in a second date had greatly diminished.

“Char, you said Owen was on his way. There isn’t anyone else I’d prefer to be stranded with. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I wanted this date to go perfect. This is my first Valentine’s Day with someone.” Charlie admitted turning his head to stare into warm pools of your e/y colours. His eyes scanned the soft smile that appeared on your face as his confession, “I had this whole thing planned out, and now you definitely won’t want a second-”

“I’m gonna kiss you. If you don’t want that, let me know.” You murmured before pulling him in for what would be the best kiss of your life thus far.

Sure his car broke down, but you kissed him anyway. He tasted of the complimentary chocolate dessert from dinner.

A Year Later

A young, admittedly broke couple sat on the cold floor of the unpacked kitchen eating SpaghettiOs. You had only just moved into the studio apartment with Charlie that had drained most of your savings. Had it not been in a decently safe area in the city and a close commute you would have said no.

But it was the perfect starting place for you two as you both were unfamiliar with living with an SO. It sucked on each of your ends to not have a better situation, Charlie wanted nothing more than to spoil you on the first day living together. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible but sitting on the floor with a cheap candle was imperfectly perfect.

“I’m sorry we’re eating out of cans.” Charlie whispered pointedly, keeping his eyes on the spoon, stirring the red sauce with the beige circles.

“Char this is perfect. As long as it’s you and I then anything is perfect. Besides we didn’t label the boxes, I have no idea which box has our kitchenware.” You admitted glancing at the boxes boarding the edge of the room. 

You ate out of cans for at least a week before you had unpacked the kitchen and had the means to buy actual groceries. Living together thus far had been going super smooth until wasn’t.

It was a bad day on both your parts, your entire work was deleted after a computer glitch. Charlie had auditioned for a role he had been really really wanting since he heard about it. Your father came down with the flu axing the plans to meet for dinner; it would have been the first time in six months you saw him in person.

The apartment's atmosphere had been rising and very volatile by mid-afternoon when Charlie blatantly forgot a deal. If he was going to play music, it had to be in the study so you could focus on your work. 

Today he’d decided to be in close vicinity to have a virtual jam session with both Owen and Jeremy. He’d chosen the room you were in solely because it had the best wifi reception which you needed as well.

“Charlie, please can you go to the study? I’m trying to finish this!” You cried out as he struck a chord on the electric. His eyebrows came other in the glare he sent you, “I lost all my work last night.”

“The guys and I are working on songs-”

“-Charlie, this is due tonight. I can’t concentrate with-”

“It’s not my fault you have a shitty attention span!” Charlie angrily snapped contradicting the gentle touch on his guitar. He placed it back on the stand to not accidentally damage it, “The wifi is best in this room.”

“I’m very much aware of that Charlie. Out of the two of us, I use it the most. Can you please either move to the study or at least wait an hour so I can finish?” You pleaded with the Canadian actor ignoring the two guys on the computer silently waiting for the fight to be over.

“Why can't you mov-”

“Fine. I will.” You fully stared down your boyfriend for a full five seconds before you harshly closed the top of your computer. It took seconds to gather your work stuff into the leather satchel you stored the computer in, “You didn’t even mute the call.”

Charlie watched as you swiftly pulled on your jacket, “Babe-”

The sound of the door slamming shut cut his sentence before he even had a chance to speak his thoughts. The apartment was eerily silent compared to the sounds of music that always played through the Bluetooth speaker.

The inspiration to play evaporated with the aftermath of a stupid argument permeated the apartment typically filled with love. All three actors quietly said their goodbyes before they ended the video call.

You spent an hour uncomfortably sitting in a cafe finishing up what you’d needed to finish with the argument replaying. Your finger barely hit the button to send the email before you had already stepped outside the business. You spent the walk struggling to draft a text to your boyfriend. 

It didn’t matter because when you walked into the apartment, you heard the soft song you’d both deemed yours. It was cheesy, but that was part of Charlie’s charm. Speaking of your boyfriend, he was sat on the floor of your kitchen with matching mugs of brownies.

“I’m sorry. I was insensitive.” Charlie started as soon as your jacket was draped over one of the kitchen chairs. His usually wide smile was as bashful as the one he’d worn on the night of your first date.

“No I’m sorry, Charlie. I could have easily put on my headphones or moved to the bedroom for a bit. The fight was stupid, and I love you so much that sometimes I think I take you for granted. I mean, look at you! You made the brownie cups-”

“Even sitting on the cold floor like when we moved in.” Charlie cheekily inserted, reaching over to hold your hands in his, “I like our tradition. I definitely like how we upgraded from SpaghettiOs to brownies.”

“Me too.” You breathed leaning over to press a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands delving into your hair to keep you close.

The butterflies stormed your stomach as the heat slowly inflated from your toes until it reached your flushing cheeks. Raw emotion pouring into the passionate kiss that only closed down as you broke for air. But you also went back in as that warmth slowly built in your tummies. Charlie’s eyes marginally opened to ensure he wasn’t imagining the Angel he got to kiss.

Finally, with heavy breathing, you pulled apart, but only a fleeting moment froze the time in the apartment. For, as soon as Charlie caught your dilated pupils, his one hand cupped the back of your hand, fingers tangled in your h/c tresses. 

Soon enough, you were making up on the kitchen floor with each article of clothing tossed in the vicinity. A shirt landed on the kitchen sink spout. The brownie mugs forgotten as you gave into the passion with your boyfriend. Your lovemaking had you missing supper.

Charlie’s solution was a trip to the local authentic English pub founded by a nice guy from London. You never failed to stop him for a dance in the empty street as his smooth voice gave music for smooth motions. Dancing was a common thing from pulling off the road in Dieppe to dance. You drank and danced at the pub until Jack cut you off at 2am as his pub rules had.

You and Charlie just laughed in a love bubble as the real-world worries faded because you always came together in the rough times.

Months later you returned to Dieppe with Charlie to spend the holidays with them. The entire family together creating such a welcoming atmosphere.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water.” You informed the group of gals ad non-binary pals who had gathered in Meghan’s bedroom. The group had decided to sleep over Meg’s childhood room with face masks, nail polish and lovely wine.

Meg and Jeannette both nodded to acknowledge your announcement before they returned to their respective conversations. You took a moment to take in the great group of Gillespie and Co you had the honour to be part of. The thirst was only temporarily forgotten in the happy bubble you found yourself in.

You practically skipped to the kitchen, barely noticing the two people in the living room, but their words stopped you in your tracks. Your boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie, stood close to his older brothers Ryan, Patrick and Michael.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry-” Charlie caught himself from finishing the sentence when he saw you standing pale-faced at the opening into the living room.

His entire body was encapsulated by the lights casting in the living room from the Christmas tree. The tree couldn’t hold a candle to the ring of your dreams that promptly had you bursting into tears.

“I RUINED THE SURPRISE!” You sobbed dropping your face into your cold hands, avoiding the gaze of the Gillespie brothers. Had you not been hiding in your hands you would have known the older three had vacated the room.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie cooed with the ring safely put away in the box he had shoved back in his pocket, “You didn’t ruin the surprise. I shouldn’t have been telling my brothers in the middle of the living room.”

Charlie’s warm hands slowly pulled your hands from your soft post-mask skin with such a pretty healthy glow. He could see the remnants of the mask on the edge of your scalp, but it didn’t take away from your beauty.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. The soft hazel eyes not upset in the least, things often didn’t go the way you wanted to together.

Take the first date from over two years ago where you and Charlie had waited for Owen to meet you with a jug of gas. You’d shared childhood stories and future dreams. Or the time you hadn’t marked the boxes creating an entire week of eating out of cans and cartons.

Ruining the proposal was almost expected at this rate.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that emerald dress I knew that you were the One for me. I’ve adored each moment I’ve gotten with you from the spontaneous dances on the side of the road. To bursting into song in the middle of the street.” Charlie shakily started with sweating bands but an open heart, “When your best friend told me the emerald dress was the special one, it melted my heart.”

“Charlie.”

“Other than my belief that this relationship will last, I was only ever sure of one thing in my life. I was sure I would be an actor, but now I’m more sure that my favourite role will be supporting you, loving you and evolving with you as your husband.” Charlie sniffled, taking one hand from yours to wipe the tears flooding his cheeks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You breathed lunging on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Your hands caressed the skin of his cheeks; his long tresses tickling your wrists.

“God I love you.” Charlie gushed with a gentle shake of his head. His hazel pinned to your e/c eyes as if you were the most precious gem in the world.

A voice cut the bubble enveloping you, “Well are you gonna put the ring on her finger or what?”

Charlie’s head moved to meet the teary eyes of his mother surrounded by his siblings as they bounced on their feet. You laughed as your now fiance clumsily rushed to slide the absolutely gorgeous ring on your finger. 

“Welcome to the family officially.” Jeannette cheered along with the celebratory whistles and yells as the crowd of the family grew more and more. Soon enough, the entire room was overflowing with people congratulating your new engagement.

Months later, you stood in front of that same group holding the hands of your handsome fiance. Both dressed to the nines in front of the officiant.

“I wasn’t looking for a fairytale, because they all end the same. The princess has a conflict that she revolves with the help of the prince. They get married and live happily ever after. I adore how we’re writing our own story that fits our relationship. Charlie Gillespie, I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives. I wouldn’t have it any other way even with the fighting and slamming doors, but we always end up on our kitchen floor making up with two brownies in mugs.” Your vows brought tears among the onlookers along with the Canadian barely keeping it together.

The vows would later be eloquently transformed into lyrics from you with the accompanying melody provided by Charlie. On Valentine’s Day, you played the song on the kitchen floor with a plate of brownies. Three brownies waiting to be devoured.

“Three for each of us.” You wept as you watched as Charlie melted into a puddle of joyful tears. He took no time in placing his hand over your flat stomach.

Yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when Valentine’s Day become more to the Gillespie family; a new little love taking up the day.

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[facesofcinema]

Silver Bullet (1985)

[everettcannon]

Everett took in everything as they wound their way deeper into the club. There were fewer people now, more scattered, and he supposed that was a good thing -- privacy was always good, particularly when he was with Cade. But it also made him anxious, as did Cade's erratic movements, seeming to follow no pattern, rhyme, nor reason. All of it just made him think of the Arena, where everything had a purpose, and that purpose was simple: to kill you.

He leaned against Cade's side as he surveyed the doors. "Well, obviously we can't retreat," he said, though he would sort of like to, and started toward the first door on the left. He paused for a moment before putting his hand to the knob and opening it. The door pushed open to reveal a dark room, a few lamps with red shades casting the whole place in a maroon glow. There was a table laid with a feast, ornate chairs and to the side, a plush couch. He stepped into the room, looking around in some awe for a moment. There was no one here, and in fact it was quite small, suggesting that it really wasn't meant for a crowd to take part in the feast laid on the table. "What do you think, we trust it?" he asked, plucking up a grape from a large bowl.

"You read too much of the Voice," he chastised, pulling Everett down into one seductively dark corridor, lit only by wall sconces. There was, of course, the feeling of a medieval dungeon to it, perhaps, as they continued to wind through the maze, Cade strolling straight past some doors, other partygoers, making erratic turns where the path forked. Finally, they were deep in the belly of the catacombs, and here, more removed from the party where the revelries were more of a high-society, expensive game of pretend, back here things felt a little more immersive. A little more real. Like he'd really stolen away a jewel of Snow's court of Victors for nefarious behaviors in the belly of her kingdom. "A good rule about District Zero, you follow the vibes, you trust them without questioning it. No second thoughts down here." He gestured down the hall, lined with different doors. Emboldened by their privacy from the rest of the party and the torchlight pushing him further into the character of the theme, he snaked an arm around Everett's waist as he spoke. "So, District Zero virgin, your turn to pop your cherry for real with this place. You make the decisions now. Which way? Which door? Do we go further? Or do we retreat back to the kids' birthday party?"

[et-lesailes]

title: the inside scoop

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2461

summary: you are a reporter with a certain favorite celebrity to interview, and you’re more than excited to talk to him about his latest movie, knives out. little do you know that your massive crush on him is actually requited.

themes: fluff

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You’re quickly wrapping up with hair and makeup, looking at your reflection in the mirror trying not to smile so much. You were particularly happy to wake up for work that day, all because of who you’re interviewing today.

You’ve had the pleasure of working with Chris Evans a few times before, and while at first it was his looks that drew you in, it didn’t take long for you to simply fall in love with his entire being. The first time was a little nerve wracking. You had seen other interviews where he seemed a little grumpy, tired, and annoyed with the questions he was being asked, and so you had put as much thought into your own questions as possible. You refused to be like the other journalists and reporters, the ones who simply asked Marvel related questions or how he worked out. It was easy to see that this man had personality much deeper than that, and you were always eager to explore it. You remember how your heart had been pounding right before that first interview, but the second the two of you started talking, it was simply… amazing. Despite only having known him for minutes, you had already felt perfectly comfortable and secure with him, as if you had known him for years. You had heard from others that he had that effect on people, but you never imagined it was to that extent.

Now here you are, getting ready for your fifth interview with him. Another thing you love about Chris is that he actually remembers who you are, each and every time. It always makes you feel special, though you have to remind yourself to calm down- he’s simply considerate and personable, he probably remembers other reporters he’s seen multiple times too.

“Alright, you’re all set. Chris finished up a few minutes ago, he’s probably out there getting seated.” The stylist tells you, and you smile up at him with a nod. “Thank you!” Standing up, you take a deep breath as you inspect yourself in the mirror. You’ve become used to seeing celebrities as a part of your job, but Chris is the only one who has your heart racing and butterflies fluttering. Even interviewing Jason Momoa for Aquaman couldn’t get you as simultaneously excited and nervous as appearing before Chris; you have the biggest crush on him, but at the same time, what can you do about it? Honestly, you’re convinced he probably has a secret girlfriend- it simply makes no sense to you that a man like him is single.

‘Thank God for hair and makeup,’ you think to yourself, pleased with your appearance- it’s not too overdone, but just the right amount, mainly just so the lighting doesn’t wash you out on camera. You gather your cards and take another breath, forcing yourself to calm down before going out to where the chairs are- you were hoping to play it cool, but the second you see him, a wide smile emerges on your face. How a man can look so handsome simply sitting there wearing a long sleeve maroon sweater and fitted jeans while playing around with a water bottle in his hands, you have no idea. “Hi there! Sorry to keep you waiting.” You greet him, and he looks up, immediately grinning. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” To your surprise, he stands up and extends his arms out for a hug, pulling you in for a warm embrace as if you’re a longtime friend he hasn’t seen in a while. You’re shocked but you quickly take the opportunity to hug him back, resisting the urge to inhale how damn good he smells. His broad chest feels so warm and perfect against you, and you swear you could be in this position forever.

“How have you been?” you ask as normally as you can, finally pulling back with a smile and gesturing for him to sit as you do as well. “Oh, same old, same old. I have to say though, I’ve been looking forward to this. I love interviewing with you, you always ask such awesome questions!” he compliments you, and you’re squealing on the inside. “Ahh, now I feel so much pressure!” you joke, though give him an appreciative smile as you cross your legs. “Thank you, though. That means a lot, I really do try to avoid the questions actors seem to hear all the time.”

“I’ve noticed, and I appreciate it.” Chris replies with a smile, his blue eyes sparkling more beautifully than the goddamn ocean. It’s truly overwhelming how handsome he is; you feel as though looking at him is like staring right into the sun sometimes. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say somewhat shyly, but clear your throat, glancing towards the cameraman. “We ready to start?” 

“All good,” he replies with a thumbs up, and you wait for the signal before beginning with a smile. “Hello, everyone! I’m Y/N, and I’m here with Chris Evans today to talk a little about his latest movie, Knives Out!” Chris waves to the camera with a little smile, but almost immediately looks back towards you. “Glad to be here, Y/N.” God, you love when he says your name. ‘Hold it together, Y/N.’ You think to yourself; thankfully, your job basically consists of looking composed on the outside, and so you’ve at least had plenty of practice.

You give a brief summary of the movie to begin, then go into speaking about his character, Ransom. Looking towards him, you tilt your head slightly. “Now I know you played the ultimate golden boy when it came to Captain America, but a lot of your roles in the past have actually had a more twisted and angsty side. Curtis Everett in Snowpiercer, Syd in London, Mike Weiss in Puncture, and especially Bryce Langley in Fierce People. Was it a difficult adjustment going back to playing a more villainous character, or did you have a good time with it?”

“Wow. Even bringing out Fierce People, huh? You really did your research,” he teases, making you laugh softly before he continues to answer, looking thoughtful. “Honestly, it was pretty fun. Don’t get me wrong, I loved playing Captain America and the other lighter, comedic roles are fun too. But being a little wicked and vile is pretty entertaining as an actor. I missed it a lot, and I think I clicked with it again pretty easily.” He pauses before laughing, looking at the camera. “I make that seem like I’m just naturally an evil person. Like, ‘Yeah, it’s so easy for me to be an asshole on camera- because I am one in real life!’” he makes fun of himself, and you can’t help but laugh again as you reply playfully, “Well, you are from Boston, aren’t you? What are they called over there? Massholes?” He blinks and laughs loudly, grabbing his left pec which only makes you giggle to yourself and feel oddly triumphant at the same time. You love making him laugh. “Oh God, you’ve heard that term? Yeah, I’d say that definitely describes me pretty well.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re not that bad.” You remark playfully, then realize you should probably stop transitioning this interview into flirtatious banter, and so you decide to move on to the next question. “Now for this particular movie, you have a variety of actors and actresses around you- some who are insanely experienced and have been in the industry for decades, and some who, while experienced, are young and only continue to climb upwards in their career. How did you feel, being a part of that? Does it bring back memories, does it influence you, do you influence or guide them?” you ask curiously, continuing, “You’re such an accomplished actor, and this cast was pretty remarkable as well- I imagine there were all sorts of different feelings working with them.” 

Chris nods as he listens carefully, smiling and even looking somewhat intrigued. “That’s a great question. Yeah, I was definitely pretty nervous actually. I really wanted this role, and I was kind of intimidated going into it all. These people are amazing, honestly. I feel like I’ve learned so much from them, from Daniel to Jaeden, and I can only hope that I’m able to be a good influence on other actors as the ones I look up to are to me. It’s interesting that you mention memories, though. Seeing younger actors and actresses always reminds me of myself when I was younger- and then proceeds to make me feel very old.” He laughs, shaking his head to himself. “But watching Jaeden and Katherine, God, they’re great. They have such drive, ambition, and they’ve already made it so far. They’re so fun and I’m pretty sure I was nowhere near as talented as them at that age, but I definitely remember having that energy.” 

You can’t help but smile as you listen to him. You’ve seen in other interviews that he wants to start a family one day, and that he’s excited to be a father. It’s adorable to you that he appreciates younger castmates so much, and even shows respect to them as actors. “You don’t think you still have that energy?” you tease, and he laughs, making an “eh” gesture with his hand. “Sometimes, but I’m telling you, I’ve gotten old. Years of action movies and stunts will do that to you,” he jokes, and you remember that he actually did a lot of his own stunts for the Captain America movies- no wonder he has such nice muscles. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you certainly don’t look old.” You can’t help but reply, but glance back down at your cards, forcing yourself to stay on track. The cameraman, one of your friends, is probably snickering to himself, and you bet you’re going to get quite interesting comments once this video is uploaded. How can you not go back and forth with him though, just a little? He makes it so easy, what with his perfect sense of humor, contagious laugh, and mere eye contact. He makes you feel like a person, a friend, not just some nosy reporter.

After a few more questions (and a teensy bit of flirting), the interview finally comes to an end. “I hope you guys are excited to watch this movie, because I’m telling you, it’s a good one- and I think everyone will be very entertained by Ransom Drysdale.” You remark with a raised brow, looking to him with a soft laugh. “Thank you for coming, Chris!” He smiles charmingly, waving at the camera. “Thanks for having me, Y/N. I had a great time.”

The cameraman signals that he’s stopped recording, but flashes you a little smirk before turning to the crew to discuss the work that needs to happen next. You blush slightly but clear your throat, looking up at him- you hate this part because he’ll have to leave soon, but you’re hoping you can squeeze in just a little conversation before that happens. “Seriously, thanks again. Honestly, you’re one of my favorite celebrities to interview,” you admit with a slight laugh, biting your lip. “You actually answer with… depth.” He laughs too, barely leaning forward. “Oh, yeah? Are you accusing celebrities of being airheads?” 

“Some of them!” you can’t help but answer bluntly, and both of you are laughing again. Now he bites his lip, suddenly looking at you a little more intensely than before- you hope your cheeks aren’t becoming as red as they feel. “Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?” You nod a little too fast, your curiosity piqued. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Do you, uh…” he pauses for a few moments before chuckling slightly, waving his hand. “Ah, fuggit, I’m just gonna come out with it.” His Boston accent comes out even stronger than usual as he swears, and you love and hate how attractive it sounds. “Are you dating anyone?” 

Your heart is pounding at this point, and you have to force yourself to respond in a way in which your voice doesn’t shake. “No, I’m not.” You cock your head, holding back a smile. “Why do you ask…?” He seems to look pleased about this, even visibly perking up before suddenly looking uncertain again, laughing awkwardly. “Okay. Okay, um, please tell me if this is crossing any lines. Like, please. Don’t be scared to slap me, even.” He jokes, and now you’re feeling the excitement bubbling up inside, though at the same time your brain is screaming at you not to raise your hopes up. “I have permission to slap you. Noted.” You tease in return, proud of yourself that you still somehow seem to have your wits intact. He laughs, eyes twinkling as he continues, “I know we’ve only had a professional relationship but… I was… kinda hoping I could take you out sometime. Dinner, walking the dog, a movie, ice cream, roller skating- anything. I just… man, I really want to get to know you.” He confesses, and it takes you everything to not practically jump up and down and squeal right there. You’re shocked. You truly never thought that someone as famous and attractive as him would be interested in a mere reporter.

“Chris.” You smile widely, nothing but eagerness in your sparkling eyes. “I would love that.” You blush slightly, adding, “If we’re being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for like, years now.” Chris widens his eyes, scoffing in playful frustration as he buries his head in his hands. “You’re serious? God dammit, I knew I should have asked you earlier!” He looks up at you again, sighing deeply. “I really just assumed you were dating someone. Hell, even married. I mean, look at you, you’re gorgeous, funny, smart…. And you have depth.” He refers to your previous comment, and you laugh, though blush madly as you do so. “Thanks,” you reply softly- you swear you’ve never felt this much happiness in your life. 

His manager comes up behind him, gently tapping his shoulder. “Chris, we should get going. We have another interview to get to.” He blinks, looking somewhat disappointed but nods, looking back to you. “Mind if I get your number, then? We can talk later?” 

You nod, biting your lip delightedly as he hands you his phone as if you’re a child receiving a king sized candy bar. After putting your number in, you give it back- only to be wrapped up in another hug from him. “I’ll see ya real soon,” he whispers in your ear, and you’re blushing even deeper than before, though you nod with a little giggle.

“I can’t wait.”

[wolfsbanesbite]

13 for the fic ask. Especially for your vampire and werewolf aus.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Okay so the vampire stuff was written along to whatever was specifically on the radio at the time of writing. But I do have some specific vampire songs on one of my playlists... Animals by Maroon 5 springs to mind and ofc Bad Things by Jace Everett.

As for the Were!AU I do have a playlist. Since it's Amazon music I will screenshot the songs for you

Rock you like a hurricane was the song I wrote On The Hunt to. It was on an 80s rock station and the lyrics were this and it just stuck.

The night is calling

I have to go

The wolf is hungry

He runs the show

He's licking his lips

He's ready to win

On the hunt tonight

For love at first sting

The playlist is mostly wolf themed songs but some are based on the characters. No light no light is Kimi's song about Seb. Demons is Kimi's feelings of being a monster and I'll keep you safe is kimi's promise to Sebastian.