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At some point, I think we’re all like Stanley Tucci when we see Luke Evans

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i can’t stop laughing at this

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Luke Evans plays with a puppy. - (x)

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thealienisttnt: Let the chase begin. @thereallukeevans and Daniel Brühl star in #TheAlienist. Coming soon.

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Luke Evans playing with a puppy at the 2017 Toronto International Film Festival.

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If Josh Gad’s Instagram is any indication, GaFou is alive and well

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IT’S HERE. the first trailer of the alienist starring Luke Evans, Dakota Fanning and Daniel Brühl!

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HQ Stills - Luke Evans - Men’s Health Magazine Photoshoot 2014 - (x)

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Luke Evans and Josh Gad play ‘Who’s more likely to…?’ - (x)

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50/ ? - favorite photoshoots of Luke Evans

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Alright, this isn’t mine, but I saw it on Pinterest and nearly cried laughing so I had to share

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Listening to “The Mob Song” again

Luke Evans As Gaston: So it’s tiiiiiiiiime to take some action BOYS it’s tiiiiiiimmmmeeee toooo follllloooowwww meeeeeeeee Me: 

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Sweet god he’s adorable 😍🖤

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Honestly this was one of the most well-adapted scenes in the movie! It captured the passion and intensity of the animated version and felt totally natural. And if Luke Evans’ performance didn’t get your heart pounding, I don’t know what to say...

SCREW YOUR COURAGE TO THE STICKING PLACE!

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@TheRealLukevans: Before the knee-high boots and ruffled shirt you’ve got to learn the moves! Thank you all for making this film a success! #BeautyAndTheBeast

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Get you a man who looks at you the way Gaston looks at Gaston

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My, What A Guy [Gaston x Reader], Chapter 2

(Chapter 1)

“Please, sit.” Gaston gestures for you to take his chair. You felt a bit strange about it. After all, no one but Gaston ever sat there. He looks at you with a heavy gaze, as if willing you to obey, and you finally do. 

“LeFou, get us another round,” he orders, placing on large hand on his friend’s shoulder with enthusiasm. The stout man gives you a quick once over, revealing a small grin. “You got it,” he agrees without hesitation. 

“Actually-“ you interrupt, “I’ve already had more than enough. But thank you anyway.” You were still a bit shaken from what had just unfolded and thought it best not to tempt fate by putting your sobriety into question. 

Gaston meets your gaze and quirks an eyebrow curiously as LeFou heads off to the bar. You await his inevitable commentary. 

“A woman who knows her limits,” he remarks coolly. “How refreshing.” At first you suspect he might be mocking you, but as Gaston glances out the corner of his eye at the less sober portion of the room, you swear you catch a glimpse of something resembling disgust. 

“So Y/N, what brings you here this evening? You don’t usually spend much time in these parts.” For someone so incredibly self-absorbed, he seemed to be keenly aware of your habits. 

“You’re right, I don’t,” you confirm. “It’s a bit loud for my taste. I prefer to be outside where there’s more to look at and I can here myself think. The people of Villeneuve bore me.” 

Gaston paces forward and scrunches his face in contemplation. “What a peculiar attitude. Tell me, do you find all people equally uninteresting?” he inquires, leaning over you with a flirtatious grin as his fingertips graze your thigh. Your body stiffens, chilled to the bone by his unexpected touch. 

“Of course not,” you answer honestly, doing your best to maintain a neutral expression. However Gaston smirks, knowing how his teasing was affecting you. 

"I..." You struggle to find something to say and are immediately relieved when LeFou reappears with the drinks. Gaston accepts a mug and eases backward, but keeps his eyes locked on you like a predator stalking its prey. 

"A snack m'lady?" LeFou asks, presenting a freshly baked croissant. "Thank you," you say gratefully, accepting the treat. 

"You're very welcome," Gaston's secondhand replies with a coy wink. He was surprisingly well mannered- obviously used to being ordered around... 

"So I saw you earlier with a pen and paper," LeFou observes, trying to get some conversation going. Gaston was leaning against the fireplace sipping his beer and looking on in silence. "Are you an artist?" 

"No umm, actually I was writing. I like to write stories," you explain. 

"Oh, any particular kinds of stories?" LeFou presses. "Daring adventures? Historical pieces? Romance perhaps?" He glances discretely in the direction of Gaston, trying to help steer the conversation in his friend's favor. 

"Not necessarily," you explain. "I just write whatever comes to mind in any given moment." 

"I see..." LeFou continues talking to you for several minutes as Gaston observes from a distance. You can't help but wonder what was going through his head. Why the sudden attention? Why now? Had he grown bored of all the women in the village fawning over him? Was this some attempt to boost his ego by gaining the favor of every last woman in sight? You couldn't pin down his motivations just yet, but you were intrigued enough to play along and see what he was getting at. 

LeFou notices your attention has drifted towards his counterpart and smiles in amusement. In a hushed tone he asks "Is it safe to assume you're as smitten with Gaston as he is you?" 

"What?!" You retort abruptly, your attention snapping back to LeFou. "That's ridiculous! Gaston hardly knows me." 

"That certainly hasn't kept him from admiring from afar..." LeFou whispers with a teasing grin. Gaston furrows his brow, disliking the sudden secrecy of your exchange. 

"What are you two gossiping about?" He inquires, sauntering over with his usual confident swagger. 

"I can assure you it's nothing," you reply enigmatically, shooting LeFou a disapproving glance. It really was outrageous to think that the Captain could have any sort of feelings toward you. "Actually, it's getting quite late and I should really be going..." you press insistently. 

"I'll walk you home." It wasn't an offer so much as a bold statement. Gaston reaches for your hand and helps you out of the chair. He smiles down at you, and you could swear his chest inflates with some sort of prideful masculinity. You dutifully ignore him. 

"Goodnight monsieur LeFou!" you call out as Gaston escorts you out of the tavern. It must've been bordering on midnight judging by the moon in the sky. Luckily you'd told your parents not to wait up. 

"Ahh that fresh night air," Gaston proclaims, inhaling deeply. "Isn't is lovely, Y/N?" 

"Lovely, yes," you agree. "And just a tad chilly for my liking." 

"Nonsense, you've got me to keep you warm!" Gaston asserts, wrapping one of his ridiculously muscular arms over your shoulder. You squeeze your eyes shut in momentary annoyance, as you really should've seen that coming. However Gaston's boldness intrigues you as much as it makes you uncomfortable. And against your better judgement, you remain in his embrace for the duration of your journey home. 

"Why do you isolate yourself?" Gaston inquires, hesitating at the end of the dirt path leading up to your house. "It isn't right for a young woman to be alone all the time." 

You look down at your feet with a small shrug. "Maybe I enjoy being alone..." It was true, but more importantly, you knew that your answer would irritate him.

"And maybe I enjoy your company," Gaston counters, tugging at the fabric of your skirt playfully and pulling your body flush against his. Your hands fly upward instinctively. Surely you'd meant to push him away. His behavior was far too presumptuous! And yet, your fingers go limp, fanning out ever-so-slightly against his firm chest. 

"Gaston..." you say in a warning tone as your cheeks blush pink. It takes more effort than it should to lean away. The captain hesitantly releases you, but that devilish smirk of his lingers on his lips. 

"Thank you, again," you blurt out, clearing your throat in desperate attempt to distract yourself from his animalistic gaze. "For looking after me this evening. I appreciate it." 

"No thanks necessary," he insists, but you know the recognition of his gallant efforts only further boosts his massive ego. "Although, I'd be quite content if I could see you again." Gaston reaches out and takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Will I see you again, Y/N?" 

"Well, I umm..." you stumble all over your words, mostly because you didn't know what you yourself wanted. 

"You said you enjoy the outdoors," Gaston presses, dissatisfied with your unease. "I'll take you riding tomorrow," he exclaims with enthusiasm, leaving little room for deliberation. 

"Alright," you agree. Where did that come from? It was as if someone else had hijacked your voice and answered for you. 

Gaston beams with satisfaction. 

"Excellent. Until then," he bids you adieu, his eyes never leaving yours as he bends down to place a chaste on the back of your hand. "Goodnight m'lady."

"Goodnight Gaston."