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weird-shit-i-shouldnt-like · 2 years

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Reunited at Last

It was just an average day for you in la Casita, the house nearly empty as the other Madrigals tried everything to save their powers, looking for a solution for the cracks in the walls.

Normally, you would do anything to help your familia, but today you couldn’t find it in you to care about saving the gifts that had ultimately driven your husband away from you. A gift that made him feel that he was the cause of every issue in his familia’s lives. As much as you hated to admit it, part of you was bitter and angry that he left. Angry that the village and his own familia made him feel as if he wasn’t enough. Another part of you felt guilty. Maybe you hadn’t done enough to make him stay, maybe you hadn’t helped him to believe that he was enough, maybe you weren’t enough for him.

Like you would often do when you began this downward spiral of self-hate, you sat next to his door. You leaned against it, speaking gently to it as if it would magically bring your husband back home to you. More often than not, this little ritual gave you some sort of support throughout the years, the closest thing you had to the support you used to receive from your husband.

It was during this moment, eyes peacefully closed as you sat silently against the door, that you finally felt at peace. Even if you weren’t very happy, the calm you felt was better than the normal anxiety that kept you floating, unable to stay grounded in the present.

It was during this peaceful moment that you felt the door behind you begin to heat up. You quickly jumped away to look at the miracle in front of you. His door, the door of tu vida, was suddenly glowing, thrumming with power like it hadn’t in years.

You flew to your feet, uncaring of the dizziness it caused you. You begin looking for the man, ready to break down every door and tear down every wall if it meant you could see Bruno again. Then, you stopped abruptly, coming up with a much better idea.

"Casita? " you called gently. "Can you please bring me to my husband?”

After a moment of agonizing silence, la Casita finally moved, listening to your plea. The tiles beneath you began to turn and shift, transforming into a track, much like the one la Casita would make for Luisa each morning. Then before you knew it, you were in front of your sobrino Antonio’s room. Without waiting, you flung the door open, watching with wide eyes at the storm of sand around pulsing you. You stood frozen as you watched your husband performing a vision with his youngest sobrina Mirabel. You stared at him for a moment, his eyes glowing the bright green that you loved so much.

You stood to the side, eyes never leaving his form, knowing better than to interrupt the man during one of his planned visions. You stood off to the side for what seemed like hours, just watching your "missing" husband glow from his powers, waiting for the moment you could pull him into your arms and never let him go again.

Soon the vision was over, sand falling to the ground, Mirabel upset about having to hug her sister or something. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about the magic or family drama at that moment. Without a second thought, you ran up to your husband, still oblivious to your presence, and hugged him from behind, clearly scaring the poor man if his flinch was anything to go by. As bad as you felt, all you could care about was having him in your arms again. You never wanted to let him go.

"Mi vida I missed you so much." you mumbled into his ruana, tears beginning to fall from the overwhelming emotions you felt. As if he hadn’t been gone for ten years, he instantly began to calm you, gently moving your arms so he could turn around to face you.

As soon as he turned, you pulled him to you again, your face pressing into his shoulder. He just held you, listening as you cursed him, told him you loved and missed him, and threatened to tie him to the bed if he tried to leave again all in one breath. Through all of this, he just held you rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to calm you down.

He enjoyed the way you held on to him, leaning into the first hug he’s had in the last ten years.

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal needs a hug #disney imagine #encanto

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weird-shit-i-shouldnt-like · 2 years

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Heisenberg Has A Child

Reposting something that I wrote from AO3 on here. Enjoy!

When Karl Heisenberg, the strongest and most irresponsible Lord, walked into the weekly meeting with a small child, everyone did a double-take. The small child, who couldn’t have been older than three, was clinging to the metal hammer slung across the man’s shoulders, clinging on for dear life. The man looked unbothered as he sat himself down in his usual seat, the child giggling as the hammer floated carefully from his shoulder to the ground. The child then made their way to the pew, trying to pull themselves up with extreme effort. Heisenberg snorted as the child fell before he leaned forward and picked the kid up. He then settled himself on the bench, the kid making themself comfortable pushing their head in between the man’s torso and arm.

It was then that Heisenberg looked at the other Lords, who were watching the scene with mild shock and anger.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Heisenberg said as the child nuzzled their face into his side as if it was the most natural occurrence.

“Whose fucking kid is that,” Angie said, crowding around the child who just did a small wave towards the doll in response.

“You can not say ‘fuck’ in front of a child,” Lady Dimitrescu said, her shock quickly turning into anger at the thought of the man-thing raising a toddler.

“Fuck” the child said. Heisenberg just laughed, beaming at the child.

Lady Dimitrescu looked ready to kill, but Heisenberg just waved her off. “Don't worry about it Dimitrescu, “Fuck” has been her favorite word all week.”

Lady Dimitrescu looked as if she would pop at the thought of her brother not only raising a child but a little girl whose favorite word was fuck. Before she had time to speak, a quiet voice cut through the room.

“Whose kid is that?” Donna asked quietly. The Lords couldn’t remember the last time she had spoken without the use of Angie.

“Well,” Heisenberg said, completely ignoring the child who was now crawling into his lap. “I would say she was mine. Found her playing with the Lycans on the way back from last week’s meeting. She was on my property alone, therefore she’s my kid.”

Donna nodded at his words, seemingly unbothered about the whole situation. If you left your child alone when the Lycans came, you didn’t deserve to have children in the first place.

“I’ll be sending some things over for her by the end of the week.” She said softly, already imaging the different outfits and toys she would be making for the child.

Heisenberg, who was usually full of quick one-liners and retorts, seemed to be at a loss. He just smiled gratefully, nodding his head. He was going to demand the girl and her ugly-ass doll make some clothes for the kid anyway, so this just saved him the time.

The rest of the room seemed to relax, Moreau being his usual self, sat away from the others, and Angie sat in her mistress’ lap waiting for the fight that was sure to occur.

After a few seconds of quiet bliss, Dimitrescu stood her mouth agape and her eyes wide. It was the most flustered she had looked in a while, making Angie cackle wildly.

“Look, she’s gonna take his head off.” Angie stage whispered to Donna in excitement. The woman just pats the little doll’s head while Heisenberg chuckled.

“I don’t see how you can all act normally while th-this child is in the care of our foolish brother. It’s a miracle the girl has all her limbs attached after a week in that factory of his.” She said, her voice rising in anger.

“I don’t know why you’re so shocked she’s alive.” He chuckled, still very threatening despite the fact that the little girl was now tugging on strands of his long hair. “It wasn’t like she spent the week in your castle, that’s where we’d have to worry. I mean how would we put the girl back together again when her cousins would have eaten her.” He deadpans secretly, very amused at the red running into his sister’s face.

Mocking the family and the big bitches children always put him in a good mood.

“How dare you, my daughters would never do anything like that to a child, it's your lycans we need to worry about. You should just give the child to me, I would take-”

Heisenberg laughed out loud at that cutting the woman off.

“Oh, sit down super-size before you work yourself up into looking like a normal person.” He said, still laughing. “Here watch this.”

Heisenberg let out a loud whistle, and one of the Lycans came from the church’s rafters, jumping down to see what the man wanted.

Before Lady Dimitrescu could even unleash her claws, let alone process what was happening, the child was already scrambling off of Heisenberg’s lap. The Lycan was equally excited, acting like a big dog instead of the monstrous killer that it was.

The child then ran around the Lycan, both of them playing their own fucked up version of tag as Heisenberg looked on both proud and amused.

Dimitrescu looked at the scene with shock, sitting down to process what was going on. She opened her mouth once before closing it with a slight glare.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I found her playing with the Lycans.” He said, lighting up a cigar.

He was silent for a moment, the only sounds in the room coming from his kid’s laughter and the footsteps of them both running around each other.

“She really is something special.”

#karl heisenberg #Karl Heisenberg with reader #resident evil village #Karl would be the best dad #lady dimitrescu #child!reader #short one shot

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weird-shit-i-shouldnt-like · 6 years

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Not as it Seems

Request- Hello can you please write story about Reader and Gaston... Reader dresses as a man and goes on hunt... Gaston starts being attracted to reader but when he sees her bathing and finds out she is she he is glad....

Even though this request took me forever and tumblr didn’t post properly when I did finish it I hope you like it and I’m so sorry for the wait. :) There will be a part 2 up in a few days for the other part of your request. It will also be edited tomorrow because its super late.

You looked over yourself one more time in the small mirror next to your bed. Not giving any thought to your sharp features but instead of that you payed attention to what was beneath. Your hair was tucked into a hat and your chest bandaged and covered with a loose white shirt. Underneath was a pair of simple brown pants and a coat was put on top of everything completing your look.

In your mind you looked pretty believable and if you were careful no one on the hunt would believe you weren’t a man. This small minded town wouldn’t be able to comprehend the idea of you an alone women, owning a business,and dressing up as a man. You’d be burned at the stake for sure.

You pinned up your hair one more time to make sure it would not come undone. After it was perfect you grabbed your rifle and headed out to the edge of the woods.

You almost turned back to your home once you saw that many of the town's men who were invited didn’t bother to show up. The only person you saw sitting there was Gaston. You were counting on the group of town men he said would show up in order to distract from yourself. Not only did you like Gaston, you had made up some stupid lie just to get him away from you. It was why you were in this mess in the first place.

You ran into him after a day of hunting by yourself. Since you didn't generate much income in your everyday life you counted on the skills you learned as a young child to keep you fed. Today had been unsuccessful for the most part. You had only managed to find a few squirrels before dusk was near. Let's face it the meat from a few squirrels was not enough for the week and you couldn’t take home any bread until it was about to stale.

Just when you were about to lose all hope you saw a deer in between the trees in front of you. It was on the smaller side but it would last you a week maybe two and that would be one less thing you have to buy.

You bent down behind a bush so you wouldn’t be seen and you slowly positioned your gun as to kill the animal in a way that would cause the least amount of pain. Just as you were about to shoot your gun a deafening ring pierced the air and the deer fell to the ground. You pushed your head down and tried to calm down before you gave whoever shot this deer a piece of your mind.

People hated you enough without being scolded by you.

After you knew whoever shot the deer was gone you fled your hiding spot and made you way home following the dirt path. As you were walking a man called after you. Begrudgingly you slowed down so he could walk next to you. Your eyes scanned him quickly. He had long black hair pulled into a low ponytail and blue eyes. He wore a red coat with a white shirt and a plain pair of pants. Even though you had never meant him yourself, being so busy with your life, you knew about the almighty famed Gaston. He was the only talk of the village half of the time.

“What’s a beautiful young lady like yourself doing walking in the middle of the woods at a time like this. With a gun no less.” he said looking at you with his charming smile.

“My brother had me find it for him. I always pick flowers for the shops in the meddows and he was to busy today to get it.” It was a simple but easy lie. If you were lucky he would never check around town to see if you were lying.

“Well if you ask me your brother sounds like he isn’t much of a hunter. What kind of hunter leaves his gun in the middle of the woods for his little sister to pick up.” he scoffed.

“Well my twin tends to be forgetful. He runs the family business after all. And for your information he is a very skilled hunter. The best in the village.” You were defending a brother who didn't even exist. That's the point you were at in your life.

“Well I would love if this twin brother of yours went hunting with me and a few of the others in the village. I would love to see him stake his claim to the best hunter in the village with me around.” He flexes next to you

“I’ll let him know Gaston. Thank you for this chat but I must return before my brother worries. Goodnight Gaston” You said quickly wanting to get out of this conversation. You just had to open your mouth and make up some stupid lie that you would now have to follow through on.

You could pay someone to act as your twin brother but no one seemed to like and you didn't have the funds for such an endeavor. The only logical thing that you could think of was taking some of the men's clothes around your house and make an outfit presentable for hunting tomorrow. You could play off being a man.

And playing off a man you were. You walked up confidently to Gaston. Gaston looked you up and down. He was obviously not impressed.

“So, you’re y/n’s brother. The best hunter in the village.” He said skeptically with an eyebrow raised.

“I'm surprised you haven’t heard of my skill.” you said smirking.

“Well lead the way. I’ve been dying for my title to be challenged”

You started down the path into the deepest part of the woods. You travelled close to the river in order to find the most prey with the least amount of work as was Gaston’s excellent philosophy.

While waiting for different prey you told Gaston about your life and yourself, careful not to expose anything that would contradict with your outfit or let him know how to see if your stories were true or not. Not that he had the patients for that anyway.

He had also shown you some of the real side of him and you quickly learned he wasn’t as much of an asshole as you had thought him to be which made him even hotter in a way.

After a full day of hunting, his bag and yours was full of enough meat to last at least a month and you decided to split ways.

Checking to make sure he wasn’t visible on the path ahead you quickly peeled off your clothing and walked into the river you had been following for miles. You were sweaty, covered in blood and overall felt disgusting. Why you thought it was smart to wear so many layers you would never know.

You took your time, not worried that someone would see you this far from the village, and you scrubbed the dirt and grime off of you. When you felt clean, you redressed and made your way home.

He looked through the window of the bakery with a grin on his face. He walked inside shutting the door behind him. You stood near the front counter kneading the dough for a new batch of bread. You turned when you heard the bell ring putting on a fake smile.

“Hi, how can I help you this morning Gaston.”

“You know you really are an amazing actress y/n. You almost had me fooled and that's not an easy task”

You stared at him confused. “What are you talking about Gaston? I haven’t seen you since our walk in the woods.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He sat down on the counter with his arms crossed. “You see when I went hunting yesterday I had an interesting conversation with your uh brother. He told me all about you and your life together but something just wasn’t adding up.” He got up and moved towards you. “I had always thought this bakery was owned by just one women and then I starting thinking, a dangerous necessary. I had some suspicions..” You had backed up against the wall at this point. His arms were on either side of your head and his lips were almost brushing against yours. “But none of them mattered when I saw something I think was pretty interesting in the woods.” Your breath hitched. “A man, who I had been hunting with all day, had forgot to grab the bag of meat he had me hold and being the kind gentlemen I am I went to bring it back to him. But imagine my surprise when he was bathing in the stream nearby the place we were hunting at the time and while I left quickly lets just say” His lips brushed along your cheek and moved towards your ear. “ It's hard to pull off the man look when you’re naked love.”

A dark blush covered your face.

Suddenly he moved away from you and walked towards the door. He turned before opening the door.

“And y/n, I’ll see you at seven- my house. Don’t be late.”

#gaston x reader #gaston imagine #gaston loves himself #beauty and the beast #BatB #batb2017 #its so late #i just want to sleep #requested #will edit later #this is kinda weird #reader #dressing up as a man

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weird-shit-i-shouldnt-like · 6 years

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Dark times all around but there are still people out there who love you

Do not hurt yourself, do not hurt others, get help, talk to someone, anyone. Humanity has survived before and we can do it now if we all just support each other. My country and my people let me down and endangered my life but there’s nothing I or anyone else can do about that so let’s try to spread the love that is so clearly lacking.

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weird-shit-i-shouldnt-like · 6 years

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Deal Part 1

No requests yet but they are open! Some of it based on the song Me from Beauty and the Beast the musical.

Word Count: 1391

Summary- Gaston has been annoying the hell out of Belle lately so you decide to help her out by letting her escape the Brute for the day by letting her stay at her house with you. Unfortunately it doesn’t go as planned.

“Belle, it’s y/n” you said knocking on her door.

She opened it and before you could protest she grabbed you and pulled you inside.

“Sorry for being less than polite y/n but this is usually the time Gaston comes around and” she began rambling.

“And you want to avoid him because he’s narcissistic and only wants women for their looks.” You continued as you cut her off.

“Yeah.How did you do know?”

“Well, anyone whose met the man knows he only talks about himself and I come over ever Sunday to get a new book and you complain about how insufferable he is every time.” You said smiling.

You and Belle had became friends as soon as you had reached for the same book in the library. At the delight of another girl who could read in town, she immediately struck up a conversation and found you two had a lot in common with each other.

So now every Sunday you had come over to get a new book from her and talk about random things that interested you both over breakfast. Sometimes you even had your own little book club.

Presently she had taken a liking to complaining about the brute and she felt bad about it every time she did. It hurt you a lot to see you best friend have to be in this position in the first place.

“I’m sorry I complain about him so much, it’s just I can’t stand him.” she said looking genuinely sad. You didn’t want that so you had practiced for days just so you could cheer her up and you had planned a little surprise for her when he did show up.

“I mean how could you not love me” you said flexing your arms and flashing her a grin. “I’m perfect in every way, I mean just look at me and as my future wife you must love me.”

Belle went from borderline crying to busting out with laughter. At least it was working.

You put your feet on her table and your hand behind your head. “I mean just imagine it. You, 6 or 7 of our strapping young lads stuffed with every Gaston gene running around our house playing with the dogs ,antlers all over the place and most important of all me. After all no one is as great as Gaston” You said wiggling your eyebrows at her with a wink.

“Y/n stop….. I can’t breathe.” She said laughing hysterically. You smiled at yourself knowing you did that.

You kept going for a few more bits until you both heard a knock on the door. You saw her face sink.

“Come on.” you told her.

“What?”Belle asked.

“Come on,you’re spending the day with me.We are escaping Gaston.”

She went to open her mouth in protest but you quickly silenced her. “He doesn’t know who I am. He won’t know where I live. I promise. Just grab something that could be used to cover your face if need be”

As the knocking continued, you watched her run into the other room and you quickly followed.

Your house was on the other side of town so you knew you needed to be quick but not enough to draw attention to yourself.

“Thank you for this Y/n”

“No problem. It’s the least I can do for my future wife.”

“You better not let Gaston see you acting like him.” she told you.

“Why, it makes you laugh and then he might be able to see how ridiculous he is. For example, I heard him practicing his proposal to you and it sound more like a love letter to himself than a proposal.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh but I am. The first words that came out of his mouth were ‘ You’ve been dreaming just one dream nearly all your life. Hoping, scheming just one thing will you be a wife?”

She cut you off. “That doesn’t sound to bad.”

“It get worse. The next words were ‘ Will you be some he-mans property. Good news that he-mans me.’ He already thinks you’ll say yes before even asking you. That’s why I got you out today. He was planning on proposing.”

“Thank you so much y/n. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you.” she stopped you with the tightest hug of your life.

“You don’t need to thank me Belle. You not being that he-mans wife is thanks enough.” You giggled as you finally reached your house.

You entered and told her to get comfortable. “ I’ll go hang in your house and make sure all your chores are done for the day.”

She nodded in appreciation.

“Don’t let anyone in Belle. You can read one of my books for the time being.”

She laughed slightly. “I’m not a child Y/n. I know what to do.”

“Just don’t let anyone in and if he tries to break down the door hide somewhere.” you said closing and locking the door.

When you turned around you ran head first into something or someone. You fell to the ground and when you looked back up you realized it was just the person you were aiming to avoid.

You stood up and brushed the dirt off of your dress. Gaston was already trying to open your door.

“You know it’s locked right.”You said walking away from your small house to get back to Belle’s house.

“Wait, where are you going? I need you to unlock the door.” He said taking long strides to catch up.

“I have more important things to do than open a door for some brute.” you then turned to look at him . “Have a pleasant day Gaston.”

You also saw Lefou waiting awkwardly in the background. You looked at him with a genuine smile and also wished him a good day.

You walked the route you and Belle ran when you heard loud steps from behind you.

“How on Earth are you a hunter if you can’t even sneak properly Gaston.” You said as you continued farther.

“How did you know it was me?” He asked surprised.

“Gaston you’re the only person who would be following me for no reason.” You said turning on your heel. You looked up at him. “Can’t you just enjoy your day doing something else like walking away from me?”

“No can do Y/n. I have to be there when you open the door so I can propose to Belle.”

“That’s why she’s at my house at the first place Gaston. She doesn’t need a man like you proposing to you. She’s not interested.”

“Of course she is have you seen me.” he smirking to himself. “You’re probably just jealous that she gets to be my wife and not you.”

And you didn’t think he could get fuller of himself.

“Of course how did you know.” You said sarcastically. “If you excuse me I have to get to work on Belle’s chores.”

“Oh no you don’t. You are going to unlock your door and let me propose to my bride to be.”

“Oh and why would I do that.”

“Because I won’t let you go until you do.” He said picked you up and slinging you over his shoulder.

“Unbelievable. And you wonder why Belle doesn’t want to marry you.”

“She does want to marry me. I’m-”

“No she doesn’t want to marry you. She wants to leave town and find more in life than everyone here. She doesn’t want to be seen as some object like you are obviously treating her as.”

That made him stop and think for a moment. A dangerous thing for Gaston. “How about I make you a deal. You would do anything in order to keep Belle happy correct?”

“Yes”

“Then go on a date with me to try to make her jealous. I know she’s playing hard to get and maybe she’ll come around if she sees her future flying out the window.”

“What does this have to do with her happiness.”

“Well if you would let me finish, if she doesn’t come running back then I will leave her to the life she wants to live. If she does then you put your feelings for me aside and become the maid of honor at our wedding.”

“You’ll never bother her again if I do this.”

“I swear it on my life.”

You really shouldn’t do this. “Deal”

#gaston x reader #gaston is full of himself #batb #batb2017 #batb the musical #i wrote this late last night #i doubt anyone will read this #please gve me requests #gaston imagine #disney imagine #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast 2017 #Gaston #Reader

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weird-shit-i-shouldnt-like · 6 years

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It’s Over Isn’t It

@lukevans 13 and 19 for the drabble challenge? (((:

Warnings- cursing and murder. I also didn’t mean to make it sad.

“I was fine with the men, who would come into her life now and again.” Gaston sighed as he spoke to himself in the middle of the woods where no one could find him and he could think in peace.

He had been in love with her since the day he had left for the war. You were best friends and with Gaston being 3 years older than you he felt he had an obligation to protect you. He promised himself that he would never let anything or anyone hurt you.

He joined the war for the honor and to make his father proud but most of all he joined so you would never have to fear the enemy’s making it here.

He joined because he thought it was the only way to protect you.

After your begging him not to leave didn’t work you promised you would write him weekly and he promised to make it back to you alive.

Every thing was fine for the first few months. The war was going to plan and his side wasn’t losing. You were happy and he was happy that you had the opportunity to live without fear for anything he couldn’t stop.

“I was fine because I knew that they didn’t really matter until you.” He continued remembering as he slammed his hand against the nearest tree

Then you met him. Your letters stopped concerning the town or the newest book you had read and had only been about how you had found the love of your life. The man to show you how great your life could be with him.

When Gaston had finally gotten back from the war he made it his mission to win you over. To show you why he was better. He had brought you flowers every day, flattered you beyond belief and showed you something different than he showed everything else.

No matter what he did it was never enough. He had always one upped him, he was always one step ahead. He was always better then Gaston could be.

Gaston brought her (favorite flower) and he would bring a dozen. Gaston would show her the kindness he only reserved for her and he would be over looked.

“I was fine when you came, and we fought like it was all some silly game. Over her, who she'd choose.” he said putting all his weight on to the tree. He slid down and banged his head against the trunk. “After all these years, I never thought I’d lose.”

He remembered the exact moment that the man asked you to marry him and the fake happy fraud he had to put on when congratulating you. He remembered the wedding and the reception and he remembered seeing just how happy you were without him.

“It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over? It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?”He said placing his head in his hands.

Then you got pregnant with his first child. A smiling baby boy with your eyes. He was perfect in every single way and mere minutes after he was born Gaston was named his god-father if anything happened.

It had been almost two years later when everything took a turn for the worst. You were pregnant with his second child, who was predicted to be a boy. Your husband was happy and couldn’t wait to have another boy with his last name to keep his legacy alive. He did everything possible for you. He was kind he treated you like the queen you deserved you to be, he did everything to make your life as comfortable as possible.

Then everything changed today.

You came running to Gaston scared and knocking on his door so hard he thought you might break it.

“I need to tell you something. I have not clue what to do ,I lost our baby. He’ll hate me. Us having another baby meant everything to him.”

“Calm down (y/n). Everything will be alright. He won’t stop loving you because you lost the baby. It’s not your fault.”

“He’ll hate me, you don’t get it.” you cried into his chest. He absolutely hated seeing you like this.

“If he really loves you he wouldn’t hate you for something you have not control over. The sooner you tell him the easier it will be. I promise.”

“Thank you. I’ll tell him tonight.”

And you told him alright.

“You won, and she chose you, and she loved you, and she's gone” He cried.

Gaston went to check up on you the next day and he couldn’t believe what he saw.

You were on the ground bruised and beaten with a pool of blood around you. You weren’t breathing and your son was clinging onto you crying.

Gaston, who was absolutely heartbroken and holding back tears, picked up your son and went in search to find your husband. He found him in your shared room laying down reading.

“You’re Satan, you hear me fucking Satan.” Gaston spat at your husband.

“Why do you care she was just some woman.”He shrugged back.

“That woman was your wife and the mother of your son. That woman was the only reason worth staying. That woman was the love of my life.” he screamed at him getting angrier and angrier. “I swear I will make you pay for this with your life. And you better hope it’s not me who does it.”

“It’s over isn’t it, why can’t I move on.”

#steven universe #it's over isn't it #batb2017 #batb #gaston x reader #Gaston has a heart #I didn't mean to make this sad #drabble #murder #song prompts sort of #request

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weird-shit-i-shouldnt-like · 7 years

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Predictable

Summary- You planned a great surprise for Belle’s Birthday and it ending in taking care of a cocky Gaston.

No requests yet, I just thought this would be cute. I like most things so feel free to request anything by the way. I’m really sorry if this sucks.

You had been planning this day for weeks, maybe even months. Today was Belle’s birthday and ever since Gaston had tried to court her she has been very uncomfortable to say the least. As her best friend you had a duty to cheer her up and you were hoping this worked.

You jumped out of bed and immediately tied your dark hair back and styled it perfectly. (Sorry if you don’t have dark hair but it’s kinda important if you can see where I’m going with this.) Next you hid your breasts with a role of bandage until your chest was completely flat and pulled a white ruffled shirt over your head, followed with a light brown button up. After that you put brown pants on and tucked them into hunting boots. You added a belt and had a pistol connected to your hip.

Now you just need the final touch. It cost you some money but you went to Gaston’s tailor and asked for his signature red jacket . After explaining why he had agreed and even gave you a discount saying that someone really should put him in his place.

You threw the jacket on and went to admire yourself in the mirror.

“I look absolutely amazing.” You chuckled. Gaston probably tells himself how great he is in the mirror every morning.

With a bouquet of flowers in your hand you went to Belle’s house ready to woo her into courting you.

After a few strange glances and a pep talk about how great this was going to go you arrived at Belle’s house.

“Belle” you said in the deepest voice you could muster as you knocked on the door.

“Gaston I already said no today please just leave me alone.” She said not even looking up from her book. You looked at the cover ‘Romeo and Juliet’ how could I have guessed.

“Gaston never gives up Belle.” You shoved the bouquet of roses into her arms. “So now shall I join you for dinner.”

She looked up from her book ready to shut you down but then she saw it was you.

She started to laugh hysterically. “I didn’t even realize it was you.” She started to hug and thank you over and over again.

“So now that my good looks and great personality have won you over will you join me for dinner at the tavern and will you spend your birthday with me?”

“Of course I will but please allow me to be with you until then .” She smiled and hooked her arm into yours.Luckily you were just taller than Belle or it would have looked weird.

You both walked into the center of town and you stood on the stone of the fountain pulling Belle up with you. “Everyone let it be known that Belle has agreed to go on a date with me. She has finally realized how perfect and charming I, the great Gaston, are.” You picked her up bridal style ,showing off your muscles,and finished your speech. “You may now go back to your average lives.”

You put Belle on the ground and got down. Many stupid men came up to congratulate you on your latest success and insisted you go to the tavern with them to celebrate.

“Well shall we.” You asked. Before she could answer you picked her up again and started to carry you.

“Why are you carrying me? I can walk you know.” she asked.

“I know but what kind of gentleman would I be if I made my date walk?”

Luckily you arrived at the bar before the real deal and were able to sit in his chair. You didn’t even bother to put Belle down, you just sat her in your lap.

“How long will this go on? He’ll kill you if he finds out.” she whispered.

“What on Earth do you mean. No one can kill a guy like Gaston. I mean just look at me.” You started flexing your muscles and Belle just laughed.

“What ever you say Gaston.”

You told Belle ridiculous war stories about scars you magically got this morning and she was giggling contently at your self centered nature.

As you were about to go on the door burst open and a booming voice filled the tavern. “What does she say. Gaston I will never marry you.”

You heard whispers and you could tell everyone was super confused.

Shit. It’s time to pull out the big guns.

As Gaston got drinks so he could make himself feel better, Lafou quickly ran over to where you and Belle were sitting.

“You actually went through with this. He’ll kill you Y/n.” He whisper yelled while trying to keep a straight face.You had told him about his months ago but he never thought you would go through with it.

“Oh, hello Lafou. I must say I am very surprised. I told you I would win Belle’s heart and I did. So I guess I did go through with it.”

He just laughed. “You’re dead y/n, be careful.”

“Who is y/n? Lafou did you find yourself a woman? I would love to meet her. I am so proud my greatness has rubbed off on you.”

“What are you doing in my chair with my women.”you heard a voice scream at you.

Belle got off your lap and you just continued to sit. Gaston stared at you in awe.

“I’m gorgeous but you don’t need to stare.” you told him winking.

He glared at you and pulled out a sword off of the wall and you jumped up and did the same. You jumped onto the table and he quickly follow. You two began to circle each other.

“What are you?” He asked. “And why do you look like me?”

“How do you not know me. I’m Gaston the hero of this town.Not to mention the best looking in it.”

He swung his sword at you and you swiftly blocked it.

“You must be stupid. I am trained in combat. Do the words Captain Gaston mean anything to you? Or did you magically think you could earn my skills by playing dress up. ”

You swung the sword at his head and kicked him off his feet. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Learn how to fight like a man then come back to me. And may I say the fact that you think you can be me is absolutely adorable.”

Lafou and Belle were laughing as you just sat back down in his chair which was very comfortable. You continued to talk but kept glancing at Gaston.

Gaston looked really hurt as he sat down at the bar and downed countless different drinks.After his 20th pint you felt very bad.

“Belle I must cut this short. I am sorry to say but I have to deal with this impostor. Can’t have him sullying my good name.”

At this point you kind of felt bad.

You dragged the real Gaston out of the bar by the collar of his shirt. The least you could do was take care of him.

“Where are we going?”he asked slurring his words.

“My place.”

“Why?”

“I think I’m done being the best for the day. And I feel bad for stealing your imagine. Even if you are an ass.”You said mumbling the last part.

He was quiet until you unlocked the door.

“Sit here.”You said pointing to a chair. “Help yourself to whatever food I have.”

You quickly changed and walked back out to see Gaston passed out on your table.

You threw a blanket over him and took his hair down before going to bed yourself

Gaston woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs.He jerked up but then regretted it insistently

“Nice to see you’re awake.”You said.

“Where and why?”he asked

“Well I was a better Gaston then you and you got really drunk. I felt so bad that I took you here.”

“That was you! I got my ass kicked by a woman.” he pouted until he realized he could just pretend that he did it.

“Yep” you said popping the ‘P’.

“So” he said determined to get back at you. “You either love me or stalk me constantly.”

“What?”you said shocked.

“Well you know me so well that it has to be one or the other.” He said eating your food.

“Or you’re just predictable.” you responded.

He chuckled. You were pretty, could cook and new how to have a good time. Plus you weren’t throwing yourself at him which was always a perk. Maybe he could get used to this. Or maybe he just wanted the last word.

As you were clearing plates he walked up to you and pulled you closer to him. He gently kissed you and you surprisingly did the same. You quickly melted into the kiss.

As he pulled away he said one thing. “Did you predict that?”

You just stood there flustered.

He left your house muttering one last thing. “If you want this to continue meet me for dinner at my house 6 o’clock. I want to know if the girl who played me is as perfect as the real me.”

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