summary: Your father is sick and in need of medicine. Gaston instantly falls for your looks, and instead of turning him down, you see a way to help your father. Things don’t go as planned.
warning: slight OOC
a/n: Yep. I’ve fallen for the beauty that is the live action Gaston, portrayed by the even more gorgeous Luke Evans. Gotta thank the encouragement from my post. And @marvelavengings for putting up with me while I wrote this. Also, can anyone find the Spongebob reference? A gift may ensue. I could’ve written more but I got tired it’s nearly midnight so be easy on me…hope you guys like it.
Elaine studies him quickly, and Raphael almost thinks that the lie is coming undone. Unraveling, just like everything else in his life. The Clave wants to burn him alive. Camille wants to kill him. The clan is divided. His family is in danger.
(raphael has mom feels in regard to elaine, I’m sad af)
It wasn’t too hard to figure out the other’s whereabouts because Raphael was quite used to being aware of Simon’s by now so he could easily find him, even in this loud environment that smelled of way too many different people and partly magical ingredients for drinks.
(matchmaker magnus and magic mistletoe, bless him)
There was no denying that Simon did enjoy this new level of intimacy in their yet to be determined relationship and it felt like Raphael presenting himself to his fledgeling in such a vulnerable position, trusting Simon to take the lead, he fell even more for the gorgeous clan leader and he had been head over heels for the guy for quite some time now.
Bucky backed you up against the door of his quarters, smashing his lips against yours as his hands roamed your body, your hands playing with his white collar and tie in a hot and heavy kiss. “Easy, Sergeant.”
exo reaction : their gf has a cute side/half smile
minseok : he l o v e s it every time you do it he forgets what he’s saying and just stares at you lovingly
“and then Jongdae ran awa- oh wow, what was i saying”
luhan:it’s one of his favourite traits about you and would do something dumb on purpose just to see you smile like that.
“Aww baobei flash me your million dollar smile!”
kris:he could be in the worse mood ever but all you’d have to do is give him a lil grin and then he’s shitting rainbows out his ass
junmyeon: Your smile is his literal lifeline, he’ll cuddle close to him every single time you crack a grin
yixing:he physically can’t like he can’t handle how it makes you even more gorgeous than normal
“Why do you hurt me this way baobei whY!”
baekhyun: Like Minseok you could just be doing something normal like scrolling through your phone and you’ll smile a lil and he will just stare at you, basking in your loveliness without saying a word
jongdae: you know it’s his weak spot and will use it every single time you’re in his bad books and he’ll just look away knowing what you’re doing but he’s caving in
“You can’t do that when i’m mad at you, stop being cute”
chanyeol: you had accidentally made Baekhyun mad and now Chanyeol was conflicted on whose side to take, his lover or his best friend? But like Jongdae, his weak spot is your smile and once you give him a full blown smile, it’s game over for Baek
“Do I take my best friends and risk making y/n mad or vice versa? Oh no she’s smiling oh no- Sorry Baek”
kyungsoo: Your cute little side smile keeps him up at nights, tossing and turning, his head filled with it
“Is she still smiling that cute smile of hers, is somebody making her not smile, is she doing okay is she safe is-”
zitao: It has such an effect on him and you wouldn’t even know, like he would think you’re doing it on purpose
“y/n you better stop i know you’re doing that smiling thing on purpose, don’t act innocent”
jongin:be warned once you show him your cute side he will constantly bug you to do “the thing” and his grin will get 100x bigger
“The thing! Do it one more time please baby!”
sehun: Won’t admit it but he finds it so adorable and will literally melt in your hands when you do it
I am so excited. My Wol is even more gorgeous in person. <3 She’s a stunning piece of artwork, and I’m so delighted to have had the chance to bring her home. It may be a little while before I can afford her body, but I’m going to see if she can at least borrow somebody else’s body for a little while.
Request: 700 celebration poll results Summary: Bruce drops in your apartment in a needy mood. Word Count: 1766
Warning: Almost 100% (like 97%) smut, just a little plot if you squint really hard, slightly Dom!Bruce (just a little tiny bit)
A/N: This is what you guys and dolls voted for! I really hope you like it and it’s not too steamy (is there such a thing? I think not). If you are easily bothered by sexual content and themes, please do not read this! It is very dirty!
Summary: What would you feel if you found out that everyone you used to know thought you are dead? What if the person you loved the most thought you were dead and nobody told him you weren’t? How would you break it down?
(Y/N) walked calmly down the New York streets.
She stopped near the always majestic Stark Tower that stood as tall as always
and somehow watched over the city and its inhabitants, making sure everyone
were more or less safe. She sighed, with a light smile on her lips and carried
on with her way. She noticed something on a light post just a few meters away
from the tower; it was a paper stuck to it, but completely battered now.
Looking closer, she recognized herself in it, above a question that read “Have
you seen this girl?” and with a whole bunch of number available to call to for
any information, even a reward was offered, and it was a hell lot of money. She
took one and shoved it inside her bag and walked away, hurrying her footsteps
to get as far from there as possible.
She got to her boss’s office,
enraged and demanding an explanation.
“What the hell does this mean?” She
yelled, taking the paper out and showing it.
“You might want to take a seat,
agent (Y/L/N).” Replied the man on the other side of the desk with a calmed
voice. He knew this moment would arrive, but nothing had prepared him for this
Somewhere, not very far away, Steve Rogers laid
on a new bed. He had bought it a few months ago, after the team’s persistence
to get rid of the old one because the love of his life was not coming back
unless he knew a way of bringing the dead back to life, but neither him nor the
rest knew if there was a chance of bringing them alive, so they didn’t try.
This was a smaller bed; it was big enough for
one and a half and Steve, with all his heart, believe she was his half. He was
a full man due to his size and the other things the super-soldier serum had
done to him, but the way he remembered her, she was tiny, gorgeous, funny, and
overall the woman that’s one of a kind.
“Steve…” Natasha’s soft voice dragged him out
of the usual daydreaming about her. “The guys and I called for some pizzas and
we thought you might want to join us…” Her voice lingered and slowly faded
away. She bit her bottom lip and rested her head on the door frame. Steve
looked at her for two seconds, but then looked away to the ceiling.
“Not hungry.” He retorted.
Natasha entered and left a plate with several
slices of different kinds of pizza put together in a pile and two bottles of
beer on the TV table in front of the bed. “I’ll leave this here if you get
hungry and thirsty, and if you get lonely… just go and meet us downstairs.”
“If I get
lonely.” The blonde soldier repeated in an absent-minded voice. “Thank you,
“Steve, you know I didn’t mean to say that.”
She sighed, almost as if she was apologizing for something unsaid. “I worry
about you, ok? We all do. I know it’s hard to think (Y/N) is dead, but she is,
and it’s about damn time you let her go.”
“The same way you all have done?” Steve asked,
growing angrier and even more heartbroken.
“The same way she would have wanted us to do,
Steve.” The Russian spy replied coldly. “Don’t forget she was my friend and
that I’d known her for longer than you did.” She got out of Steve’s bedroom,
slamming the door behind her slim figure and feeling even more hopeless to get
both her friends back.
Steve felt lonelier than ever and as
much as he hated to make his teammates feel bad for him, he couldn’t just go
there and talk it out because they wouldn’t understand. Sure, she was everybody’s friend because who
could resist her bubbly personality and sweet words? But no one felt like she
had arrived to their lives to pull them back on earth, and surely nobody felt
like she was a beacon in the middle of the night. No, because for Steve she was
that and so much more.
“What do you mean Steve thinks I’m dead?” (Y/N)
asked in a loud voice. Louder than it ever was. She paced around the room
trying to find an explanation herself, but it all seemed too crazy and out of
an action movie to be real. “Coulson, I am certainly not dead and I haven’t
“I know—I know,” he replied, trying to sooth
(Y/N), “but no one else knows that. Well, apart from Fury and Hill, of course.”
“What did you say?” (Y/N) asked again, feeling
even more furious than before, but before Coulson could reply, she spoke again.
“Fury knows everything, so what does he
“Of course he knows you’re alive—(Y/N), please
stop and take the damn seat. It makes me nervous to see you like that.”
“Oh, Coulson, it makes me nervous to find out that everyone I love thinks I’m dead!” She
shot back, giving him a menacing look. “Steve and I were supposed to get
married, to have kids and all that crap. I wanted
that.” The tears started to pool in her eyes. “I wanted to fight side by side
with the man I loved and the team that respected me so much—”
“Well, tough!” Coulson replied, feeling
exhausted of the conversation. “I had a life too before SHIELD, you know? And I
got killed and I was brought back and here I am, running a team and staying
away from the one I love. None of us here got it easy, but we move on because
that’s what we, agents, do.”
“I am not one of your soldiers, Coulson.” (Y/N)
replied coldly and left the office.
Everyone awaited outside Coulson’s office to
check out what happened and why all the crazy yelling, but all they got was a
fuming (Y/N) that gave no answer and exalted Coulson trying to calm himself by
taking deep breaths. May was the first and only one to go inside and with a
serious voice, she warned Coulson.
“I don’t want to say I told you so, but you
knew damn well this was gonna happen one day. You can’t expect (Y/N) to be away
from New York—”
“Agent May, I don’t need this, thank
you.” He sighed tiredly and pinched the bridge of his nose.
(Y/N) was far too nervous to do it, but she was
already in the elevator on her way to the common room to back down and run away.
It seemed like a lifetime since the last time she was there. Her hands were
sweaty and her breathing was unsteady, and as she looked around she found
everything as if it never changed, but she knew, deep inside, that things had
changed and a lot. A soft voice, a very familiar voice, startled her.
“Miss (Y/L/N)?” JARVIS, the AI, asked. “I’m
sorry to ask you this, but… is it really you?”
“Yes, J. This is me…” She replied nervously. “Can
you please call Captain Rogers to go to the meeting room… if it still is where
I think it is?”
“Not a problem.”
Steve was told to go to the meeting room, but
he had not heard the usual pacing on the hallway on the way there. It was quiet
and it seemed like there was nobody home, but it was JARVIS’s special order.
The soldier slowly walked towards the room,
making up a hundred excuses if this was one of those ridiculous interventions
from the Avengers. He was ready to put up a fight and a million ways of saying
no, but what he saw there made him forget everything he had planned.
“Hello, Steve.” (Y/N) greeted. She was on the
furthest seat, intertwining her hands on the table and looking as gorgeous as
she ever did. “It’s been quite long, isn’t it?” She pointed at the chair that
was near him to sit down, and he did, but it was more of a reflex act than
something he wanted to do. The first thing he wanted to ask was— “Yes,” she
said, dragging him out of his thoughts, “I am alive and I’m here and all that’s
happening is real.”
“I never died…” she explained; the words hurt
more than she had thought, “I went missing and Fury found me before you guys
did. He and Maria put me back together and then Coulson—”
“Coulson? As in Phil Coulson?” (Y/N) nodded,
without giving him a worded answer. “He’s alive too? Why?”
“Steve, please calm down…” her jaw trembled and
the tears pooled in her eyes, “I will tell you everything but I need you to
She explained everything she had found out
thanks to Skye, and she told him everything about the new team of agents Fury
had put together, how different they were from the Avengers and the things they
fought against and how she thought there was something wrong in SHIELD. They maintained
the professional distance between them, even though their bodies longed to be
close to one another.
(Y/N) was even more gorgeous than Steve’s
blurry memories could remember, and she looked like she had been under some
heavier training now. It was as if somebody changed the outside of the girl he
wanted to spend the rest of his life with and changed for a woman, but deep
inside this new woman he found, there were remains of his (Y/N).
“Why didn’t you call?” Steve asked after the
long explanation. He still found hard to believe what he heard, but after
seeing aliens, the Norse god of thunder and being brought back to life, he
could get used to hearing some strange news. “I mean… you could’ve told me you
“I couldn’t do it. Melinda kept a close eye on
both Coulson and I because we had connections with the outside world. We both
had our lives tied to someone else…” She looked down at her lap and stayed in
silence for a while. “I’m sorry if this makes everything worse. It was not my
“At least I know you’re not dead, (Y/N)…” he
shrugged, “I knew you weren’t.”
“I just came by to say howdy… I gotta go now.”
She sighed and stood up. “Please, move on… I’m alive, I’m fine and that’s
pretty much all you need to know.”
“You’re gonna leave again?” Steve stood up and
stopped (Y/N) before she could run away.
“I have to… it’s my job.”
“Please, don’t go…” Steve pleaded, holding
(Y/N)’s hand and gazing into her eyes, looking for that spark that he knew she
still had and it would prevent her from escaping his life again. “We need to
She smiled and placed a soft hand on the
soldier’s cheek. “You’re Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, you don’t need me.”
need you.” Steve corrected, and leaned
to gently crash his mouth on hers. They needed one another so badly that it hurt.
He longed to hold her in his arms once again, and he loved the taste of her
lips and how they naturally molded to his.
She pushed him away, knowing that if she had
stayed just one second more, she would have surrendered to his words. She had a
job and she couldn’t just leave it.
About That Kiss(A Sequel to Marc and Cleopatra)A Richonne Au
A/N: I had a lot of positive feedback for Marc and Cleopatra, and decided to make a part II. Hope y’all enjoy!!!
What… the fuck…did I just do? Rick thought as he headed to his fourth period class. It wasn’t the characters feelings he was portraying. They were his own. Michonne was improvising but he wasn’t. He turned his English paper in and walked to his desk.
Lori just recently broke up with him. She was one of the most popular girls in school. Not that it mattered in the least when they were together. It was always something Shane reminded him of, though, You scored gold there Rick. Lori is the one that some would kill for. She was beautiful, they were together, and everything was going alright, but she ended it. He’d heard the rumors about her and Shane. He could see how they were around one another. Neither one of them admitted anything to him, yet, but he knew.
And then he kissed Michonne. Was it some sort of revenge thing? She might see it that way. Lori and Michonne were pretty cool. They were on the swim team together. Michonne was a cool girl and he wasn’t trying to rush into anything. It wasn’t his plan to kiss her like that.
But her lips were so soft, though, he remembered. She had on strawberry flavored lipgloss and he licked his lips a little to see if he could still taste it. She was so shocked by what he did that she just stood there for a moment. Then she held onto him, and he forgot he was in front of a class. His body definitely forgot he was in front of a class. Thank God for the hoodie, he thought.
She whimpered for him and it turned him on even more. He wanted to hear that sound from her again. You’re pushing it, he told himself. Michonne was just his classmate. This girl he befriended this year.
He really outdid himself today.
“Bathroom. Now!” Michonne said grabbing Andrea by the arm. She quickly did a routine inspection of the stalls to make sure there was no one in there with them.
“Dammit Mich, am I going to miss Lunch?” she asked annoyed. “I’m hungry,” she held her stomach.
Michonne looked like she was about to explode. “Rick kissed me!” she said anxiously shaking her leg.
Andrea looked even more annoyed. “Michonne, I know that. Y’all had that little scene today. You kissed him, he kissed you back. Duh. Now can we go eat?” She started to reach past her to open the door. Michonne stopped her.
Michonne shook her head, “No. Marc Anthony didn’t kiss me. He kissed me. Rick went completely bonkers. I was supposed to kiss him, but he kissed me first.”
“OK. I’m not hungry anymore,” Andrea said leaning against the wall. “Tell me exactly what happened.” Michonne went over it as best she could. When she finished, Andrea looked like she was about to cry.
“He said that, all of that. That’s so sweet,” she wiped her eye quickly. All Michonne did was stare at her.
“Andrea, I don’t need you to cry, I need you to explain what the hell is going on.” She leaned against the wall, “What does all this mean?” she asked looking at her friend.
“Two things: he got lost in his character, or he used his character as a way to express himself to you. Either way, if a retelling of what happened almost got me crying, it must have been earth shattering in person,” Andrea said.
Michonne told her she was going to go to her locker and get a book and she’d meet her in the cafe, but she wasn’t going. Rick would be there. They all sat together for lunch.
Stiles is having a drink at his favorite bar when a gorgeous guy says they’re supposed to be meeting. Stiles thinks Derek has the wrong guy, but Derek insists he’s the right one.
Rooney’s is a great place to get a drink after shifts end.
It’s half-way between the subway station and his apartment, so Stiles will stop
in several nights a week. Occasionally, one of his roommates will meet him for
an early dinner, but Allison’s working third shift this week, Isaac is in the
middle of his four-three, and Erica’s got a big work project that’s making her
come home late all week.