wickedsingularity:
I wanna make myself a "ringtone" of Chris Evans talking and use for my alarm in the weekends. Anyone has any tips for videos or clips I can use? I can't think of any at the top of my head, and while I would love to spend hours on YouTube for research, I'd rather just get it done quick so I can go to sleep and try it

wickedsingularity:
Update: I have made a few audio tracks, tested how they sounded on my phone, eliminated some, and now have three tracks.

One with him singing. One from What's Your Number; You're so beautiful in the morning (…). And one with two of the bonus clips from Becoming Chris Evans, because I could just listen to him talk and talk and talk, I need him to record the fucking phone book so I can have it as background noise during my entire day.

I got the "You're so beautiful in the morning" on for tomorrow's alarm, will tell you all how it worked, and will upload them once I've tested them all. Bear in mind that might take a few weeks, as I'm only testing this on the weekends, and next weekend is a work weekend.

arelyhb:
Why do we torture ourselves like this?
I've had Thomas reading poetry for an alarm for quite sometime now.
A Fucking masochist, I am.

I read that somewhere you did, and that was how I got the idea.
So I blame you. I blame it ALL on you!

Ugh….

"You're so beautiful in the morning," a gruff voice sound close to your ear. Warm breath tickling your skin.

You grunt sleepily, not ready to wake just yet, even if he is flattering you.

His hands ghost over your cheek and down to your neck to gently push your hair away, exposing you. Then he places soft lips right below your ear and his tongue dart out between his lips, leaving a short wet trail on your neck. "You're delicious, sweetheart. Mmmm," he murmurs.

A sigh slips past your lips, and you're a little bit more awake now, feeling the flutters in your stomach and the tightening between your legs. You're still amazed about the effect he has on you.

He keeps scattering kisses below your ear. "Good morning, by the way," he says quietly between the kisses. "It's Sunday. What do you wanna do today?"

You make a sound of contempt.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin. "You wanna stay in bed?" This time, you make a sound of content. "Cuddle and kiss and do all kinds of naughty things?"

"Please." Your voice is raspy as you speak for the first time.

He stills his kisses, pulls you to him and nuzzle your neck, breathing you in. You can feel him against your thigh, and think it might be time to wake up properly and do something about it.