belle chase

anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)


“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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I Drew This For You

Requested By: Anonymous

could i request a peter and reader where the reader is a shy painter and secretly has a crush on peter so everyday she draws pictures in a sketchbook for him. one day she loses it and peter finds it and realizes her feelings

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were the shy person at school, nobody really noticed you, which was the whole objective. However, you did have a huge crush on the one and only Peter Parker. You spent a good portion of your time drawing him or painting him in your sketchbook, but one day it goes missing, putting you in a panic to find it before he did. 

Warnings: None, it’s just really cute and sweet.

Word Count: 1,857

A/N: So this is just really dorky and sweet and ugh I just wish Peter Parker was real!!!!

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Like every normal school day, you walked in, nobody really paid attention to you, which you mentally were thankful for, thus leaving you to doing what you did best, drawing.

But who you were drawing was another story, you drew your one and only crush Peter Parker, he’d be standing by his locker sometimes, or walking with his best friend Ned, no matter where he went, you still managed to draw him.

Today, he was standing in the middle of the hallway, staring off at his one and only crush Liz.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously, you wished deep down he’d look at you like that, but you knew there would never be a chance in the world, mainly since he didn’t know you existed.

So you would watch in sadness as his heart chased another girl, wishing it was you he was chasing after.

The bell would then ring, signaling you to get to class before you were late, and that’s exactly what you did, just like every other day.

You’d sit down at your table, Peter and Ned walking in a few minutes before the late bell would ring, taking their seats and then the teacher would start the lesson, except today was different.

You’d normally draw during class, but today you couldn’t, mainly because the teacher had assigned a group project, and you were the lucky winner to be in a group with none other than Peter and Ned.

Your eyes widened in fear, hearing your name being called as the teacher announced the groups, you could see Peter and Ned look behind them at you.

They both turned around, pulling their chairs up to your desk, making you visibly shake, this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

“Hey Y/N right?” Ned smiled, making you blink a few times before nodding.

“You’re not much of a talker are you?” Peter smiled, making your eyes widened a bit, you were mentally hitting yourself as you once again nodded in response.

“Well, we should probably get started.” Ned laughed, beginning to work on the project, but Peter was too focused on you, he couldn’t figure you out, he could tell there was a part of you that nobody knew, but he didn’t know why.

“Peter, stop staring man, it’s creepy.” Ned nudged Peter’s elbow, making his cheeks tint red from embarrassment for being caught staring.

You on the other hand, were more focused on the project rather than anything, but you felt your heart beat a bit quicker when you heard the words leave Ned’s mouth.

Peter had been staring at you, but the question was why? You didn’t think you were giving off any hints that you liked him, you were praying that you weren’t anyways.

“This is an in class assignment, we’ll be working on this for the rest of the week, so make sure you come to class.” The teacher added, walking around the room to observe everyone’s work so far.

The teacher came around to your group, peering over your shoulders along with Peter’s and Ned’s. You always hated when they did something like that, it felt so awkward and uncomfortable, you never knew what you could do or not do with them so close.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, making you glance up at the teacher who’s eyes moved towards your sketchbook, making your face heat up instantly.

“Y/N, I’ve told you many times I don’t want to see this in my classroom.” The teacher scolded, making your heart beat quickly.

“I-I know, I-I’m sorry..” You mumbled, reaching for the sketchbook, but the teacher stopped you, placing their hand on it.

“I think I’m just going to confiscate it for today, come back for it at the end of school.” The teacher gave a small smile, making your eyes widen with fear.

If they looked through it, you would be so screwed, they would know all your darkest secrets, and that you liked Peter.

“Damn man, that sucks.” Ned muttered, watching the teacher walk away with your sketchbook.

“I didn’t know you could draw, you should show me sometime.” Peter smiled, trying to engage you in a conversation.

“Y-Yeah, maybe?” You mumbled more in a questioning way, making Peter’s eyes light up a bit.

“You seem pretty tense though, what’s in there anyways?” Ned questioned, making you freeze for a split second, your eyes flickering to Peter then to Ned.

“Uhm.. Uh.. N-Nothing..” You shrugged, continuing to write down answers on the paper in front of you.

Ned looked at you curiously, then at Peter who was also suspicious.

The bell eventually rang, making you let out a sigh of relief, the class felt like eternity for you.

You grabbed your belongings, rushing out the room to your next class, you needed this day to be over, you needed your sketchbook back.

“Dude what is Y/N hiding, it’s all I can think about!” Ned shouted, making Peter chuckle and shrug at his best friend.

“Whatever it is, she doesn’t want anyone to know.” Peter grinned, grabbing ahold of his backpack straps.

The day went on and finally the last bell rang, meaning you could get your sketchbook back and feel safe once again.

“Hi, I’m here for my sketchbook.” You smiled nervously, looking at the teacher who rolled their eyes slightly.

“That’s strange, I could have sworn I put it right here..” The teacher mumbled, pushing stuff around in their drawers.

“Y/N, I promise I put it some place safe, but it’s not here anymore.” The teacher looked at you guiltily as they saw your face pale.

“I need to find it.” You spoke quietly, before rushing out of the room to check lost and found.

You shoved all the items around, none of them being your sketchbook, your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your throat.

Where was it? Who took it? Who’s seen it?

You quickly went to go look in the hallways, turning the corner quickly, but enough to bump right into someone.

“Ow.” You mumbled, glancing at you who had ran into, it happened to be Peter, who was also holding your sketchbook.

Your eyes widened as your eyes flickered to the book, then back to him, who was as equally surprised.

“I-I can e-explain.” You stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment.

“Y/N, these are so good, I didn’t know you could draw so well.” Peter spoke up before you, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Especially the ones of me.” He added, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Y-You don’t t-think it’s w-weird?” You whispered, a small smile beginning to form on your lips also.

“No, in fact I really like them.” He smiled, skimming through your sketchbook again, he was amazed when he found it, and even more surprised when he looked at all your drawings.

He knew he shouldn’t have snooped, but he couldn’t help himself, but he was glad he did, because the more he looked at your drawings, the more his feelings grew for you.

“I uh.. I drew them for you..” You smiled, making his eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face.

“Really? You didn’t have to do that Y/N.” He smiled, walking closer to you, making your heart once again beat faster.

“I-I was going to give them to you..” You admitted, looking down at the floor, but you felt his fingers tilt your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“Thank you.” He smiled, kissing your cheek, surprising not only you but himself too.

“If y-you couldn’t tell, I-I really l-like you..” You mumbled, laughing quietly, making his heart melt.

He loved your laugh, it was like music to his ears.

“If it helps at all, I like you too Y/N, a lot.” He smiled, making your cheeks red, he liked you, Peter Parker liked you, not Liz, you.

“Now since we have that settled, why don’t you teach me some tricks, I want to draw you too.” Peter grinned, making you laugh once again.

“Alright Parker, lets see what you got.” You shot back, surprising yourself at how forward you were, making him laugh at your reaction as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m going to nail it.” Peter joked, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“We’ll see.” You smiled, as Peter handed you back your sketchbook.

“No, you keep it.” You laughed, placing the sketchbook back into his hand, as he watched you in confusion.

I drew them for you, didn’t I?” You smiled, making his heart melt once again, he was so thankful Ned had talked him into looking at your sketchbook, if he hadn’t none of this would have happened, and in that moment he realized he would be lost without you.


myers-briggs personality types

↳ INFP (The Healer)

INFPs are imaginative idealists, guided by their own core values and beliefs. To a Healer, possibilities are paramount; the realism of the moment is only of passing concern. They see potential for a better future, and pursue truth and meaning with their own individual flair.

INFPs are sensitive, caring, and compassionate, and and are deeply concerned with the personal growth of themselves and others. Individualistic and nonjudgmental, INFPs believe that each person must find their own path. They enjoy spending time exploring their own ideas and values, and are gently encouraging to others to do the same. INFPs are creative and often artistic; they enjoy finding new outlets for self-expression.


  • among least likely of all types to suffer heart disease and chronic pain
  • second highest of all types to report marital dissatisfaction 
  • more successful than average in mastering a foreign language
  • among types to be most dissatisfied with their work
  • personal values include autonomy and creativity
  • famous infps: princess diana, audrey hepburn, john lennon, and william shakespeare
  • over represented in occupations in counseling, writing, and the arts
Drunken Confessions

Requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Can you do 22 and 80 with a Gaston x reader pretty please?" 

 22. "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice." 

 80. "How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?" 

 Plot: Y/N goes to the tavern to get her mind off of things, and accidentally has one too many drinks and confessed her feelings of Gaston to Le Fou. 

Warnings: Alcohol and swearing. 

This week has been absolute hell. First, my favorite dress got stuck on a bush while I was walking through the forest and ripped, I burnt my hand whilst putting another log in the fireplace, and to top it all off, my boyfriend James cheated on me with my ‘friend’. So understandably, I needed a drink to forget the week’s events. As I head into the tavern, I notice that there’s not as many people as usual. Even better, so less people will see me drunk. I walk over to the counter and sit down on a stool. 

"Rough week for you?” The bartender asks me. 

“You have no idea.” I say with a sigh. “Give me your strongest drink.” I say as I hand him some money. He hands me a glass of whiskey. I down the golden liquid, enjoying its bitter taste sliding down my throat. As I ask for another, someone sits in the stool next to me. 

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Let’s talk about this moment right here for a moment, shall we? Here is the Beast, who has just been beaten, hit over the head, and shot three times at close-range. He is about to die and he knows it, and yet what matters to him? That Belle came back. She came back

Watch the movie closely and you’ll see that the Beast-Adam-has lost everyone he loved throughout his life. His mother died when he was a child, a crippling blow. His father abused him. The staff stood by and let it happen, effectively choosing their jobs over the well-being of the child they had known from birth. And Adam has accepted that he is unlovable, and reacted to it accordingly: he says for himself, in Evermore, “I never needed anybody in my life.” That is an unhealthy reaction to everyone around him telling him he’s not good enough for them. Furthermore, at the ball where Agathe cursed him, we see everyone hauling off and abandoning him to his fate. They left him alone, and the only reason the servants stayed is because they had to. 

The movie makes it pretty clear that Adam does not believe the curse will be broken. He says, again and again, that Belle “will never love me”. Even when he loves her enough to let her go, he does not believe that she will ever come back. He believes Gaston when he says that Belle sent him. The chase across the turrets really gets me, because Adam is trying to get away from Gaston, but not to safety: he could easily have slid down one of the turrets and angled for an open window. Instead we see him trying to climb up one of the turrets, away from any sensible platform or window. 

I think he was going to jump off. Better die by his own hand than be hunted like an animal.

And then Belle comes back, and he immediately forgets everything else in his rush to get to her. He even lets Gaston go, because “I am not a beast” (which I love. I love that he rejects the label they’ve all put on him.) And then of course Gaston shoots him in the back. Those are killing shots; if this wasn’t a Disney movie there would have been a ton more blood. But what does he say? Not “I don’t want to die”, not “help me”, but “You came back”. Because that is all that matters to Adam in that moment. Belle is the first person to ever come back after leaving him, and he cannot get over it. 

And that friggin breaks my heart.


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7 Years: Epilogue

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been 7 years since you walked away from the love of your life.

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You watched as Belle chased after Dolly into the park. You struggled getting out of the car.

“Woah, there, babe. Wait a minute.” Bucky rushed out of the driver’s seat and to your side helping you out of the car.

You sighed, “Thanks. Ugh. I just want these boys outta me already!” You gestured to your very large stomach, “I looked like a swallowed a planet when I was pregnant with Isabelle. But with the twins, I looked like I swallowed and entire galaxy!” 

Bucky chuckled as he shut the car door and locked it. He took your hand and kissed, “Yes, but you’re still as beautiful as ever.”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, Barnes.”

Bucky smirked, “No, Mrs. Barnes.” Bucky kept a reassuring hand on your lower back and arm as you waddled to a park bench. 

You sat down on the bench with a grunt. Bucky joined you and you both watched as Belle played frisbee with Dolly. You had a smile on your face. Eleven years old and Belle was beautiful and smart and headstrong. You were so proud of the girl she was becoming.

“She grew up so beautiful. Just like her mother.” Bucky said. 

You faced him and you swiped some hair out of his face, “I don’t know. I think she got her good looks from you. I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re like the human version of the David sculpture!”

Bucky laughed, “Doll, you’re too much.”

“Dad! Can you play with me?” Belle called out.

Bucky looked at you silently asking for permission. You nodded, “It’s not like I can play with her.” 

Bucky nodded and kissed your temple, “Love you,” and he ran off into the field to play with Dolly and Belle.

A smile still rested on your lips again. You watched as Bucky ran from Dolly since he had the frisbee. Belle laughed as Dolly continued to jump for the toy. Bucky then ran up to his daughter and picked her up and spun her around. Both of their laughter filled your ears. 

This was your life now. You and Bucky were married and you had a family together, a family that was still growing. Twin boys, Steven and Nathan, named after the people that helped you during your hardest times. You couldn’t wait to see them running around with their big sister and father. 

Bucky? Bucky had proved to you just the man he was meant to be. He was soldier, a police officer, a protector, a father, a husband, a lover. Everything that made him your Bucky. With how well things were now, you didn’t resent the 7 years that Bucky missed from Belle’s life, not anymore. Because without those 7 years of absence, you wouldn’t be where you are now: living happily ever after.


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Fic: New, And A Bit Alarming

Anonymous prompted: “Rumbelle Enchanted! Belle was set to marry Gaston, however as it would happen Belle is pushed down a portal, leading to the real world where she meets Mr Gold and Bae.”


New, And A Bit Alarming

Belle looked out of the window of the large castle of which, come tomorrow, she would be lady and mistress, and sighed. It was not that she did not want to get married to Sir Gaston, after all, he was the most eligible bachelor in the entirety of the kingdom and his estate was the largest for miles around, but she couldn’t help thinking that she was missing out on… something. She wasn’t sure what. There must be something more out there, beyond the wild woods, and Belle had always longed to see it. After tomorrow, though, she would never have that chance again. She would no longer be free to come and go as she pleased; she would have duties to perform as the lady of the castle. Namely, ensuring that the servants were not pilfering the silverware and, more importantly (since the servants of the castle were well-treated and unlikely to pilfer the silverware), bearing several children to carry on Gaston’s family line. Belle shuddered at the thought. She was not against children, but surely there was more to the life of a noblewoman than a constant cycle of pregnancy and childbirth. She thought of her own mother, who was not noble by any stretch of the imagination. She had been a fun-loving, courageous woman, and Belle’s father had adored her sense of adventure, encouraging her every step of the way. Gaston, however… Well, Gaston had taken one look at her collection of books and promptly announced that they would have to stay at her father’s house, there was no room for them in the castle and it wasn’t right for women to start getting all kinds of ideas in their heads.

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One Year: A Gaston Story (Chapter Six)

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One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. When an old beggar woman appears at his side, she heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth, and the town’s memories of him, come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

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When Vayle first spotted Anne and Gaston sitting side-by-side at this romantic spot on the hill, her first instinct was to intrude on their cheerful moment together, but she knew from experience that patience always brought forth better results. She didn’t only desire to return her daughter to their cottage, there was more substance to her plan than that. The old woman wished nothing more than to ruin her daughter’s life, she wanted the young girl to fear life without her mother, and so if it meant waiting for the opportune moment to seize her, then she would wait. All good things take time, after all.

Vayle sneered at the sight of Gaston and Anne…How naive could her daughter be? She had never left the cottage grounds until recently and her sheltered upbringing made her too trustworthy, at least that’s what Vayle had hoped. It would be simple to break her heart, the old woman thought, as Gaston and Anne rose from their seated positions. The remnants of the evening sunset now stained the earth around them with a navy tint as nightfall quickly swept across the little town. Vayle soundlessly descended into the shadows as Gaston and Anne strolled by, now deep in conversation about hunting.

She snickered at her daughter’s animated expressions, wide-eyed at Gaston while she rambled in recollection of their target practice from earlier in the day. It was clear that stronger feelings were present, at least for Anne. Vayle could read her daughter like a book, she had molded her into the young girl she had always planned for her to be…with some slight exceptions. Although rebellious and hard-headed, there was one thing Anne couldn’t cope with, and that was betrayal. Vayle was the only person she had ever known, and if her newfound friendships in Villeneuve were somehow removed from her life, young Anne would be lost…The end results had to be crucial, permanent, for such an elaborate plan, and Vayle instantly accepted that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill Gaston or use her witchcraft to keep Anne safe. The corrupt wheels in the woman’s head were spinning with a flood of ideas as she stalked their path back to the quaint village.

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