how many captains in one room

Killian Jones Imagine- Innocent

You knew when you got involved with Killian than he has a past and that the past would forever haunt you. A pirate’s life style was that of adventure, women, and booze. Every time you sat with him, his hands gently resting on your leg, you couldn’t help but imagine how many other women those hands have touched. The two of you sit on the couch, the fire roaring warming up the chilly room. The tv is on but Killian seems more interested in watching you. He loves to watch you react to what is on the tv, like how you scrunch up your nose when you find something funny. Out of the corner of your eye you see him glancing down at you with a burning look.

“What?” you self consciously mumble.

You curl yourself up deeper into his embrace as you feel your cheeks start to glow with embarrassment.

“Can’t a man look at his striking girl?” he chuckles.

He takes your hand in his and you shudder at the power behind his touch. Your fingers intertwined in his, the metal of the rings that sit on his fingers making it a tighter fit. Your eyes avert from his gaze as you bite on your lip anxiously.

“(y/n).”  he sighs.

The cool metal of his hook presses against your cheek forcing your face inches from his. He leans in close but you avoid looking into that seductive stare of his. You feel his hand unlock from yours and firmly grip your jaw tilting your head upward.

“(y/n) look at me. What’s the matter love?” he squints at you.

“Nothing.” you half heartedly smile.

He leans in closer, his lips hovering above yours. You want to close the gap between you two but all you were distracted with other thoughts. Finally your lips touch, the scruff of his bread grazing your soft cheek. The kiss was timid at first but the lust grew. His fingers crawl around the side of your head and tangle themselves in your silky hair. The tips of his fingers wind themselves loosely at the root and pull slightly, just enough to create tensions.

“Killian.” You mumble.

His lips pull into a smile against your mouth knowing that it would drive you crazy. You back away slowly again drawing the tender skin of your lip in between your teeth. His eyes are filled with perplexity as he looks at you and for that you felt bad. It wasn’t that you don’t love Killian because you do, it’s just he has so much more experience. You haven’t ever kissed anyone before Killian, not even the innocent and meaningless kiss that a child experiences in grade school.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. I’ll be right back.” you excuse yourself from the room.

Wandering down the hallway you have walked a million times before, you sense the feeling of being lost creeping up on you. You turn into the room on your left which happens to be the bathroom. Warm tears start to well up in your eyes as you stare into the mirror. The reflection you see isn’t the strong and passionate girl you usually see. The person staring back at you is small and confused. You dab away the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes and grab the doorknob with your trembling hand. Before you open the door you inhale deeply and exhale as the door swings open. You take on step out of the door and crash into Killian.

“(y/n) what’s that matter?”

Killian places his hand on your arm holding you in place. His eyes squint at first but then soften as he sees a small tear roll down your face.

“Hey now. No need to cry love.” he reassures you.

You are at a loss of words, so you stand there bewildered for a moment. Falling into his chest, he tucks your head underneath his chin and rubs small circles into your back. He sighs wracking his brain as to why you are upset.

“I’m sorry.” you whisper.

“Sorry for what?” his voice trails off.

“I’m just. I’ve been thinking.” you stutter.

“About?” he inquires with sad eyes.

“How inexperienced I am.” you mumble.

“Whatever do you mean?” his lips draw into a frown.

“I’ve never… been with anyone else. I can’t imagine the kind of women you have seen and.” you are cut off.

“I don’t care about those women (y/n). You are innocent, and that’s what makes you, you. Sure I’ve kissed other women before but who am I standing here with, huh?” he brushes back a piece of your hair and tucks it behind your ear.

“Me.” you frown.

“So wipe that from off your face. Such a shame to see such a pretty lass with a frown.” he kisses the top of your head.

After that night all of your doubts washed away. Killian was there to stay. From time to time you ask him about past experiences, like if he’s ever had his heart broken, or thought about marrying a woman from his past. He would always direct the attention back to you though, because you are the one that has captured his heart.

[Author’s note: Once again gif isn’t mine. Also send in requests love! I have plenty of time to spare xx]

request: The fire whisky secret passage party with Calum (the one where u both end up kissing) pleaseeeeee!!!!! Hogwarts 5sos is my fave

(original prompt)

*note: I love hogwarts 5sos, especially gryffindor cal (please enjoy!)

You paced down the hall three times, channeling your thoughts toward the Gryffindor win earlier that evening, and a large oak door materialized in the middle of the hallway.

The Room of Requirement had completely transformed itself into a splendid party, with gold and red streamers and moving banners of the players, and one of the sixth years had persuaded a house elf in the kitchen to make a celebratory cake that congratulated the entire team. The moving poster of you alternated between your official quidditch portrait and the shot that had been captured today when you were playing your chaser position - it was rather flattering, you admitted.

The entire room erupted in cheers when you, their beloved Quidditch captain, stepped into the room. No matter how many times you had led your team to victory, you still weren’t used to the affection and admiration bestowed upon you by your fellow Gryffindors. Gradually though, the mob around you dissipated and the congratulations died down, and you headed to the rich reddish-brown table to grab a slice of cake.

You heard the door creak open again, and this time, the screams of the crowd were deafening.



“I think I’m going to faint!” a random Hufflepuff fell to her knees, a small hand draped delicately over her chest, a cake with only one tiny bite taken out of it, fallen next to her.

You rolled your eyes. A tall, broad, red-cloaked, dreamy-eyed, dark curly haired seventh year stepped into the room. Calum Hood, the Gryffindor seeker and apparent guest of honor who had charmed his way through Hogwarts since his very first day, winning the hearts of all the students on campus. Including you.

“Hey, Captain.” Calum teased, sidling up to your side. No matter how much you tried to play it off, your heart still thumped a little, secretly pleased he had ignored his bevy of adoring fans and came to talk to you.

“Hood.” You acknowledged him, giving him a brief nod.

“What, no congrats? Not even a lil celebratory kiss?” Calum tapped his cheek, watching in amusement as your face bloomed pink. He was playing you, you knew, for the entertainment of the small crowd that had gathered around him. As expected, the girls in front of him swooned.

You huffed and stabbed at your cake. “If you want a kiss, you better go ask one of the other girls. But good play today. Although your broom work could use a little more help.”

He laughed good-naturedly, knowing full well his Quidditch skills were near perfection - in fact, everyone knew he had received an early recruitment to play professionally for the London team. However, he still respected you as the captain, and it was partially due to your training that Calum and the rest of the team had made it this far.

Calum slung an arm around your shoulder, part of his heavy cloak draping around you. The warmth and familiar smell of musky, minty forest flooded your senses. At first, you were shocked still; Calum had never been flirtatious with you. You subconsciously snuggled a little more under the cloak (a natural response, you told yourself, especially since his dumb cologne is impeding my rationality), until you were almost touching Calum’s side. “Well, in that case, I know what’d you be more impressed with, Y/L/N.”

He pulled out a bottle from underneath the folds of his cloak, the liquid inside swirling with passionate red coils.

Your eyes widened. “Firewhiskey? Hood, where in the world did you get that?” Calum smirked, his slim fingers still gripped loosely around the neck of the purely alcoholic and completely forbidden substance.

“I have connections. I thought we’d have some fun with it, make this a real celebration.” He turned to the small crowd. “What do you say, wanna have a little taste?”

The crowd eagerly hung onto his every word, completely idolizing the athletic Gryffindor, and cheered loudly.

He leaned in a little closer, and his words hit the side of your neck. You shivered. Good Gryffindor, when had he started affecting you so much? “If you must know, it’s from my friend, Michael, in Slytherin. Said he smuggled it in from the last Hogsmeade trip. Snape almost caught him.” He grinned, his eyes crinkling and his infamous cheek dimples appeared. His smile could light up even the darkest night.

You nodded your head, vaguely remembering the bleached blond who often crashed in the Gryffindor common room.

“Well then, let’s not let it go to waste.” You plucked the bottle from Calum’s fingers, poured it into a gold goblet and bravely took a large gulp. The burn rushed down your throat but soon became a smooth, almost bittersweet taste. You closed your eyes for a few moments to allow the liquor to settle before passing both the goblet and bottle back to Calum.

Calum downed the rest of the contents in the goblet. He set the bottle on the food table, and the older Gryffindors immediately passed it around, chattering excitedly about the possession of the rare substance.

After a few exchanges between eager hands, a small fifth year piped up.

“Y/N should kiss Hood!” He yelled.

Another Ravenclaw girl nodded in agreement. They had both clearly lost their minds. More and more people started to agree, chiming in with “hell yeahs” and “if she won’t I’ll slytherin”. They were all mental. You flushed again, knowing that Calum would never in a million years, out of a million girls throwing themselves at him - you turned to face Calum to finish the rest of your thought, but you were instead met with a pair of soft pink lips which landed on your nose.

“Oops,” Calum let out a cute, but slightly intoxicated giggle. “Missed.” In the heat of the moment, however, (later you would claim the influence of alcohol) you guided Calum’s lips until they were pressed against your own, lips touching first before tongues dancing and hands roaming and before long, you and Calum had kissed your way back into the common room.

“Babe. Babe. Babe.” Calum chanted.

“What?” You paused, breathless, removing your lips from Calum’s neck.

“If I didn’t know you were a chaser, I’d say you were a keeper.” He looked pretty proud of his dumb pun.

You rolled your eyes but added, “and you’re the one I’d been seeking.”

[requests are currently closed, but feel free to come talk to me about your day! or about 5sos in general. or this blurb!]

    he drifts in and settles down next to the woman,  not accompanied by any of his crew for once.  ‘ i heard you’ve been dabblin’ in  magic,  lass, ’  he says,  in a hushed tone, fingers tracing a chip in the wood counter.  ‘ now i ain’t one much for givin’ in to  superstitions  but i gotta know if you know anything about  celtic  magic  —-  i’m a  captain,  see,  and my ship could use all the  luck  it can get. ’

    despite having been raised catholic by a british family,  bentley had grown up in ireland and considered himself  irish  as such.  it was many of the things he did – even his accent.  a strange act of rebellion against his father,  perhaps,  that carried into how he defined himself as an adult.  and besides,  the strict catholicism of his father didn’t leave much  room for luck ——  or for magic. 

+ @fatefleer​ || starter call

That is a great question!  Thank you for not just asking me how I work out.  And I wish I had a good answer for you.  I will say there’s nothing more eye opening than being in the editing room editing yourself as an actor and realizing what you do.  You know your gimmicks, your hiccups, your weaknesses, and they’re abundant.  And so going into this one, especially coming off from directing you really try and shed as many… What I’ve found as an actor, what I did is you protect yourself a lot.  You really do a lot of things of, you know, you use as many takes as you can doing what you think is the most safe interpretation of the dialogue as opposed to taking risks and saying “you know what” because we’re on the clock.  We only have a certain amount of time but taking those risks and being more adventurous with your performance is where the best stuff comes from so in this one I tried to be a little more free in terms of how I was going to approach the character.

Chris Evans (being asked “How have you changed as an actor since you became a director and is this Cap different because of directing?”)

Thank you Kevin McCarthy for asking thought provoking questions.  And thank you Chris Evans for giving a meaningful answer. 

As an actor it’s nice to have insight into the process and as a fan it’s nice to get beyond the basic questions like “how do you work out?”  I hope to see more questions like this as the press tour continues.

If you’re heading to HeroesCon this weekend (and why wouldn’t you be?!?) you can find me at Table 818 in ARTIST’S ALLEY! Here’s a look at my entry to this years Art Auction.

I’ll have a sketch list each day of the show, first come first serve. I don’t have a number on how many I’ll take a day but come early just in case things get a little crazy and I need to cap the list.

Busts/head & shoulder sketches, b&w, 9x12, for $60 and Sketch Covers $40

I’ll also Prints, Sketchbooks and Original Art available.

I will be on the “ICONIC HEROES” panel Friday at 5:30PM / Room 207AB

TOM HEINTJES (Hogan’s Alley) discusses the challenges and triumphs a creator experiences while working on iconic established characters. Join TIM SALE (Captain America, Batman), DAVID ANTOINE WILLIAMS (X-MEN), EVAN SHANER (Flash Gordon) and WILFREDO TORRES (The Shadow: Year One)

Really looking forward to the show, I hope you can join us!