[ 📲 • sms ] —— i was wondering where you went.

txt u l8r!

📲: home.📲: i didn’t go out just to watch you get hit on all night you know.

@bitinghunter​ wants some sin sin sin

He’d had a bit much to drink-- far more than usual. Who could blame him, though? Putting up with Gaston’s constant pining for Belle-- a man could only take so much. His feelings and desires were blatantly ignored while being painfully obvious. Jacques scarcely noticed when Gaston came to fetch him, helping the intoxicated male to his feet and directing him back to their abode.

Along the way he began to pick up on just who was helping him. A dopey grin crossed his features. “Gassston-- you-- you’re here. We should-- we should have a drink. Together. Let’s drink.” He giggled pleasantly.

             @bitinghunter from here 

        “Gaston huh? So quick to tell me who you are though. That’s kind of CHARMING.” 

so we’re doing this.

"There’s a difference between hiding your face and covering your--.”

Anya stopped short, taken by surprise. Maybe it was the excitement of dancing with a masked stranger, or the bubbly champagne she’d had a few flutes of before letting him sweep her up onto the ballroom floor. Maybe it was the peculiar way the light hit him, or the odd exoticism of strong French features to foreign eyes (so like and yet so unlike the ones she knew), but he was...strikingly handsome. Stunningly handsome, even.

“You’re very handsome.” And Anya was very bad at not speaking her mind.

Himself

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗💗 💗💗💗💗💗💗  ( Because screw the rules when you’re THIS stunning )(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗(I deserve ONLY the best!! )(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

@bitinghunter |

                   He heard the rumors, but hadn’t believed it to be true. Gaston was alive, and back in town. He noticed him, though he looked... remarkibly different. Belle had said he had fallen, and she hadn’t seen his body when the castle returned to normal. Like it had never been.  It was odd, but now he was back. Beale sighed as he sat on the steps of now HIS home. Watching the chickens as he tossed a bit of feed here and there.                 Honestly, it was so dull now that his father and sister lived in a castle. True he could of moved in but... that felt... oddly wrong.  So here he was, wasting his life away just... gardening, and getting by. Going to the meadow and picking flowers to help the stall lady, getting paid two gold pieces a day. Along with foraging and such, he simply made due. Which was fine by him.

But there he was, the man who had pined for his sister since... he wasn’t sure how long. He;d missed it all, being away doing schooling duties for his father in Germany.

@bitinghunter should really know better smh

It isn’t often that they do this anymore, and Jacques craves it more and more each time. Gaston’s rough, impatient hands fumbling with buttons or outright ripping the clothes off of him, shoving him against a wall, kissing him like he’s marking his territory. Jacques is happy to take whatever he is willing to give, and tonight, that’s quite a lot.

“S--slow, slow, please Gaston,” he finally pants (begs, really), hands scrambling uselessly to find purchase on his friend’s biceps, some place from which to slow their proceedings. “I can’t--keep up. Slow, please, Capitaine.”

@bitinghunter said:  why do u only kiss me when ur drunk

cuz im too scared to do it sober

He loved Bard most the first time he heard his twin call for him when they were sick. Their parents had separated them, trying to break their fevers, but he toddled into his brother's bed when he heard Bard's voice, and they made each other well.

bitinghunter a réagi à votre billet: do i want a verse where adam and gaston used to be...

the book “The Beast Within” goes into their friendship and IT KILLS ME

( i am now curious and shall try to find the thing. thank you! :D )

bitinghunter replied to your post:              @bitinghunter from here       ...

(it’s totally fine, and i’m heading to sleep soon but will replybecauseiloveyouresme

Just a moment while I SCREAM.

Also sweet dreams <3 

+bitinghunter

The sunny weather, and Mabel's puppy dog eyes, had worked together wonderfully in persuading Soos to give her the day off. She had plans with Candy and Grenda later, but for now, she was content to be alone.

The forest was quiet, quiet enough to let her focus on her sketching of the flora and fauna that surrounded her. A rustle in the bushes caught her attention, and, switching her pencil for her grappling hook, the young woman stood up.

"Hello? Who's there?"

@bitinghunter continued 🥀

Belle looked to Gaston with fear in her eyes. “My side” She responded. Allowing Gaston to guide her to dress the wound. Her arm hurt it throbbed and stung and even her hands were shaking. “They attacked from no where” Belle explained wide eyes looking up to the hunter. “They’re getting closer and closer to the village, you have to do something before anyone else gets hurt” The thought of her father getting attacked and injured ran through her mind, how she didn’t want that to happen either. She sat down her other hand holding onto her side, "You have to.." her vision was blurring, she felt faint. A frown formed on her face. "I don't feel so good"

                                   𝐌𝐌. 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐑

                                         𝕃𝕖𝔽𝕠𝕦    𝕖𝕥    𝔾𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟

                   𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨-𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

sneaks on in for kisses

three kisses [4/3 -- GASTON ALWAYS GETS WHAT HE WANTS]

“Gassstsooon. You’re just-- you’re so amazing. Smart. Handsome.” A giggle of delight escapes him as he nuzzles the male. Terrors had woken Jacques hours ago and Gaston had surprisingly been quick to his side. They’d decided to share a drink to help Jacques sleep easier, and he was presently curled up beside the male in his own bed. 

Perhaps he had indulged a bit too much-- but at the very least he didn’t see those faces in the night. He only saw Gaston. His Captain. Leaning in the male placed a kiss on his forehead, smiling quite contently. He couldn’t keep himself from letting the words fall from his lips. “I love you.”

bitinghunter replied to your post: In case anyone needed reassurances about the state...

#nice

look if you want, but no touching.