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No One’s Roasted Like Gaston.[Oneshot].

no one writes FANFICS LIKE EMILEE.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Title: No One’s Roasted Like Gaston.
Pairing: Implied!- Gaston x Reader.
Rating: T.
Words: 2,231.
Summary: Gaston thought he was undeniable to women and even some men. Has he finally found his match?


There was nothing particularly notable about the early mornings, at least, not anymore. The sky above was it usual mixture of pinks, purples and some lighter hues of blue as the sun rose and lit up the clouds, giving them a rather unique looking glow. There was a small wind, but not chilling, and brought in the lingering scent of meadows and trees. You got used to those aspects and they slowly became the norm. You began to not notice them at all, and remarked them as being every day life. If one wanted to really shake things up in a morning routine, they would count the cobblestones that made up each walkway in the village. But, that’s the thing. No one ever wanted to shake things up. They wanted things to stay the same for that is the way they had been living for as long as anyone could remember. With change came the unprecedented fear that something terrible would happen as a result.

It was the hustle and bustle of such a small village did leave one breathless and forgetful on occasion if you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and why you were going there in the first place. If one was aimlessly walking in the morning time while the sun peaked into the valley, one might be trampled by those selling goods and merchandise. Some too expensive, and some not expensive enough and left you wondering whether you had been scammed or if you had gotten a good deal.

Aimless and mindless were surely your vibe this beautiful morning. You had nowhere to be, nothing to do or see and so you actually took your time to walk through the village during one of the busiest times of day. There was a variant of smells, some of which you happened to thoroughly enjoy. Fresh bread, springtime air, a small caddy on the corner before the village square that was selling freshly picked roses. Contrary to the flowers smelling divine, the actual vibrancy of the colors caught your attention and dwindled you to stay and admire them for longer than you had intended . Vivid reds, pastel pinks, yellow whites. It looked as if these flowers belonged immortalized in a painting for the entire world to enjoy.

Smiling at the vendor who was a few feet to your right, you plucked a light, dusty pink rose out of one of the buckets full of water. It dripped down your fingers onto your wrist causing a small shudder to shoot down your arm. Miraculously, it looked as if a skilled painter had dipped their brush in the sky during dusk, mustered up enough color to splotch onto the petals of the flower. Some parts were darker than others, but all around, it was a very delicate and soft appearing flower.

“Beautiful.” You could hear someone behind you say. And without the need to turn around and see the speaker, you were already well aware of who it was. Probably looking at himself in the reflection of a window again, you snickered quietly. It was as if you could see the bright red uniform from your peripheral vision and it was already giving you a headache. Setting the flower back into the metallic bucket, you gave the vendor one more glance over and polite smile before drawing your attention to your left, with the unsuccessful hope of getting out of there without Gaston being connected at your hip.

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anonymous asked:

Early morning. Soft golden warm light makes its way through the blinds, leaving pattern on Louis' back. Harry waking up, looking fondly over to his side with nothing but love in his eyes, tracing the pattern the light leaves on Louis' body. The soft touches changing from simple lines to doodles of hearts and daggers and boats and compasses and words like Home, Mine, Spouse, Love, Marry Me? Louis waking up and mumbling a "yes of course, always" before closing his eyes for "just five more minutes"

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anonymous asked:

MC x Kaitlyn please. 😁

Hold Me

Who is a night owl:

She tried waiting up for Kaitlyn again. Band practice has been extending till the wee hours of the morning. But there’s only so much waiting she can do. She falls asleep on the couch, book falling from her hand. When Kaitlyn comes home, she kisses her girlfriend awake, guiding her to the bedroom.  

Who is a morning person:

No matter how many times she lures her with French toast and bacon, Kaitlyn stays hidden under the covers. The only way she can lure Kaitlyn out of bed is to get in bed. She starts kissing Kaitlyn’s ankles, moving up her calves, the back of her knees, her inner thighs… There’s no other way Kaitlyn likes waking up to on early mornings.

Are they cuddlers:

Yes, most especially after a wild round of sex.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

They take turns, depending on who needs the hugs more. On nights when she is more stressed out, she seeks to be little spoon to Kaitlyn’s big spoon. Kaitlyn becomes small spoon when she needs extra warmth, most especially during bad calls with her parents, or over ests barely making the passing mark.

What is their favourite sleeping position:

She likes falling asleep by the crook of Kaitlyn’s neck, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, nothing in between them.

Who steals all the blankets:

There’s enough blanket for the two of them and so hogging the covers was never a problem.  

What they wear to bed:

It depends on what the intentions for the night were. Kaitlyn knows how best to make the most of the night. She slips on a purple camisole that left little to the imagination. But two can play that game. She’s often ready with her red lace bra and thong, ready to play the night’s games with her sexy, beautiful girlfriend.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

While they wear the same size clothes, they hardly wear each other’s shirts or dresses.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Kaitlyn falls asleep mid-song. And so she tucks Kaitlyn under the covers, then drifts off to sleep right after.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Visions of not getting to finish Vasquez’s book scare her. She wakes up crying, praying it’s all a big mistake, her sobs awakening Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn reaches out to her. It is only under Kaitlyn’s soothing touch that she begins to calm down.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

This has happened to neither of them.

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves:

Kaitlyn, for sure, especially with all the lost time she has yet to make up for. Her hands will do the first exploring, followed by her tongue, her mouth, her eyes fixed on you, watching you turn to putty in her hands.

Morning Kisses (Robb Stark)

Prompt: Heya lovely person! I saw that you were asking for prompts and I was thinking that you could write about a really soft moment between Robb and the reader laying in bed talking random shit because neither of them wants to get up and actually start their day, they just want to spend time together. (I think this could be fun to do in modern terms but I just thought I’d give an idea:) ) xxx 

@robbstarkmademedoit

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It is never ok to step out on a partner, cheating is cheating and lying is lying. Whether it’s physical cheating or emotional, or if it’s lying through words or actions it is wrong. I am guilty of both, I withheld vital information, I kept my girlfriend in the dark about a situation I had created, I kissed a girl from my job after we broke up and never told her about it. It was just a kiss that meant nothing to me and the day we argued for hours in the rain I still did not tell her. Early morning on my birthday she found out from the girl and I didn’t admit it right away. Until after my birthday I knew it would damage what we we’re building. So I did not want to end it. I took an opportunity away from you that I know has put a strain on us I understand now how selfish, inconsiderate and how wrong of me it was not to tell you my full truth. I know putting my hands on you in away shape or form is unacceptable After grabbing you I realize how much more growing I have to do I am not perfect and it’s not always going to be easy, I apologize for hurting you in so many various ways. I want us to continue to learn grow and build if you’d want it.

Old habits are still in evidence, as Sherlock slips straight into a booth – his usual choice, as far away from the counter as he can physically get. John joins the queue and ponders for the umpteenth time why he always ends up getting their orders. At that moment, the barista bangs the filter holder twice against the drawer with a sharp metallic clang that cuts straight through the chatter of the early morning crowd. That must be the reason. The sharp noise of the steam, and the machine itself is probably enough to grate on Sherlock’s nerves.
—  On The Rack by @7-percent and @jbaillier

anonymous asked:

Sean X Michelle 💕

A Second Chance

Who is a night owl:

Michelle works late hours in the hospital. She is on her feet till the wee hours. She is a night owl on steroids, her hands expertly working through stitches and burns, while Sean sleeps away in their Manhattan apartment, gathering strength for early morning meetings. 

Who is a morning person:

Sean is. Her shift ends at dawn. After taking a shower, she slides into bed with him, sharing an hour of intimacy before he gets up to take his shower, getting ready for work.

Are they cuddlers:

Sean has always been been big on cuddling, with Michelle indifferent to cuddles. But with this second time around she’s grown to appreciate the strength of his arms around her. She has vowed to remain loyal, to keep those arms around her and only her, and to keep her arms around him and only him.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

Sean towers over her petite frame. All he needs to do is pull her towards his body and they would spoon. But he doesn’t. He waits for her to get ready for bed, to slide herself close to him. It is only when he feels her press her back against his chest that he wraps his arms around her, till they drift off to sleep.

What is their favourite sleeping position:

The rare moments they sleep together at the same time is when he spoons her, and this is their favorite way to drift off to dreamland.

Who steals all the blankets:

Their king-sized bed leads to no stolen sheets or covers.  

What they wear to bed:

She wears a black camisole and matching silk bottoms. He goes to bed in black shorts. They didn’t intend to match but they always do.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Sean had given her his letterman’s jacket in college. It was a gentleman’s move, a way to formalize their relationship. While he loved the look of his jacket on her, he loved the look of this polo shirt on her even more. When she’d tease him by unbuttoning the shirt slowly, he’d count himself the luckiest man alive.  

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Neither of them do. As soon as their heads hit the pillows. they’re both fast asleep.  

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Remnants of the past still haunt him – his mother’s cry for help, the sound of breaking glass. Sean wakes up from nightmares alone in the bedroom. He reaches for her, but she’s still on duty in the hospital. He takes a deep breath and centers himself, willing the memories to fade, to go away, to haunt him no more.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Both of them are so tired when they sleep they hardly, hardly move until it is time to wake up.

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves:

Sean does wonders with his hands, but it is Michelle who often can’t help but let her hands graze his chest, his abs, and much, much lower.

Connectpal Konrad H

Connectpal will be updated this afternoon, early tomorrow morning. We were unable to use footage captured over the past few weeks due to our equipment being stolen. We apologize for the inconvenience 😊

Konrad

( I don’t know how I ever survived RPing on this site without rpthreadtracker. I mean, I know I used to; I was in fandoms for years before it came along. but damn it all if it doesn’t make things a hell of a lot easier to keep track! just felt like sharing that this morning. /early morning promo )