She could tell from his haggard expression that today had not been a good day. Belle patted her lap. "Come here, you. Relax a little."

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The worst thing about a bad day was when it was a bad day of the most mundane variety. At least when something catastrophic happened, a person had good reason to complain and wallow in despair. Today had been a trek through sludge, dragging his feet but not causing marked discomfort. Just the feeling of submersion under fatigue from dealing with people all day.

Rumple came home and prayed Belle was in better spirits, if only in hopes some light parted the clouds over his mood. She did him one better. With a smile that took more effort today, he wordlessly obeyed. The sofa felt especially soft when he sank down. Instantly he stretched out so his head lay cradled on her thighs. His feet wriggled out of his shoes, not bothering with laces, and at last joined the rest of him on the cushions tucked against the armrest. He felt a little bad for occupying so much of the sofa while Belle had only the other end where she sat. An offer to let her stretch out with him tried to make itself heard, but his jaw was clamped shut like a bear trap, reluctant to open. He turned his face into Belle’s lap and moaned softly.

Belle chuckled softly at his small tongue waggle, dropping the chocolate into his mouth. “Well you’re here with me and I’ll take it all away.” She promised, kissing his lips sweetly and offering him another chocolate.

Mmph, who could object to such hospitality? The combination of bittersweet chocolate with Belle’s lips rendered Rumple breathless for a moment, so much he had to pause to gasp through his nose before swallowing. Another little square was already waiting for him. This time his tongue caught it and tucked its melting form against one cheek so he could speak.

"You’re too good to me. I must be a dreadful sight." Some of the words slurred from the candy stuffed in his cheek, only adding to the ridiculous display. Again, the foul day and the sweet soul-healing warmth her attentions bestowed thwart any attempt at serious objections. However, he managed to summon a hand to cup Belle’s face and draw her into a second lip-to-lip kiss.

Belle smiled into the new kiss, kissing his nose after they parted. “You’re handsome always— no matter what sort of day you’ve had.” She told him. “But you look adorable, darling.” She promised him. “Would you like another chocolate?”

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Belle is cheating on you with Whale. They had a thing when she was Lacey now they're doing it in his apartment and in the apartment above the library. If you don't believe me, check. I bet she'd find her missing bra in his laundry and you might find a strange pair of boxers in yours.

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beautynamedbelle

He never heeded the greyface. He had only checked because he wanted the satisfaction of proving it wrong, and sustaining Belle’s innocence. 

—and yet, here were the promised pair of boxers, and they most certainly weren’t his. There must be an explanation, he told himself, even while the panic began to rise. Perhaps she’d bought these for him. Perhaps they were a surprise.

"Belle?" he called from the laundry room. "Can you come here a moment?"

Belle shook her head. “No, not that I recall.” she shrugged. “That’s strange. What ought we do with them?”

"I don’t know," he said simply, setting them aside. The panic was rising steadily, now. She seemed sincere in her confusion, but… if he hadn’t bought them, then she must have put them there. There was no other explanation. "We can worry about it later. What’s for dinner?" 

She shrugged it off. “I made a casserole.” She told him. “And a pecan pie for dessert. What would you like to drink sweetheart?”

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Gimme angst!

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25. My muse is being stalked and shows up at your muse’s house 
uninvited, asking to stay the night.

Belle French had a stalker. She didn’t know his name, but she certainly knew his face. She saw it everywhere she went, and it terrified her. He had medium length dark hair, and she remembered first meeting him at the Rabbit Hole a few months prior. Too bad she didn’t remember his name, as the police couldn’t do much without it.

He scared her, the way he watched her. It was almost as if he was just waiting for a moment that should was alone. There were unspeakable acts in his gaze that made her skin crawl and often times forced into a scalding hot shower. She was just glad her bathroom had no windows.

It was raining, as it was wont to do in Maine, and it was nearly midnight. She was driving back home from the library she worked at, to her father’s house when her car sputtered and came to a stop. “Oh, shoot!” She mumbled, trying to start it again. It sputtered again, but didn’t turn over. The last thing she wanted was to flood the engine, and so she removed the keys from the ignition and laid her head on the steering wheel. She could call her father— he’d be asleep but he’d come for her. Or Ruby might be closer, but she was almost certainly drunk. Thunder clapped above her and lightening struck in the distance.

With a sigh, she looked up and out if her window. A distance away was a figure, and for a moment she thought she was saved. Maybe they lived nearby and she could at least wait inside. But as he got to the street lamp, she knew that it wasn’t her savior drawing closer, but her stalker.

Fear courses through her and she hurriedly tried to start the car again. It struggled and strained but didn’t start, and Belle knew she couldn’t stay there. Biting her bottom lip, Belle opened the car door and bolted keys in hand, ready to use like a weapon, not bothering to take her purse. She was soaked to the bone and freezing in a moment, but she couldn’t let that stop her. The man began to quicken his pace to try and keep up with her, several feet behind her.

Feet slipping in the smooth heels she wore and hair sticking to her face and neck, Belle ran as quickly as said heels would allow to the nearest house with a single light on. She rang the bell and pounded on the door simultaneously, tears mixing with the rain as she cried. “Hello?! Please! Let me in! Oh God, please let me in!” She looked frantically behind her to see the man drawing ever nearer. “Hello!?”

Belle’s eyes widened as she looked at him. “Mr. Gold— I couldn’t do that…” She said softly. “It’s so valuable.”

"I’ve many valuable things," he answered firmly, "and I believe you would appreciate this book far more than I do."

Belle bit her bottom lip. “It’s too much for a simple acquaintance.” She shook her head. “But maybe I could borrow it?”

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Belle is cheating on you with Whale. They had a thing when she was Lacey now they're doing it in his apartment and in the apartment above the library. If you don't believe me, check. I bet she'd find her missing bra in his laundry and you might find a strange pair of boxers in yours.

magicisacrutch:

beautynamedbelle:

magicisacrutch:

beautynamedbelle

He never heeded the greyface. He had only checked because he wanted the satisfaction of proving it wrong, and sustaining Belle’s innocence. 

—and yet, here were the promised pair of boxers, and they most certainly weren’t his. There must be an explanation, he told himself, even while the panic began to rise. Perhaps she’d bought these for him. Perhaps they were a surprise.

"Belle?" he called from the laundry room. "Can you come here a moment?"

Belle blinked. “You didn’t buy them?” she asked, taking them from him to look at them closer.

"No. I didn’t." His words were clipped, though he managed to keep his face neutral. "I assumed you did."

Belle shook her head. “No, not that I recall.” she shrugged. “That’s strange. What ought we do with them?”

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Gimme angst!

magicisacrutch:

beautynamedbelle:

beautynamedbelle:

25. My muse is being stalked and shows up at your muse’s house 
uninvited, asking to stay the night.

Belle French had a stalker. She didn’t know his name, but she certainly knew his face. She saw it everywhere she went, and it terrified her. He had medium length dark hair, and she remembered first meeting him at the Rabbit Hole a few months prior. Too bad she didn’t remember his name, as the police couldn’t do much without it.

He scared her, the way he watched her. It was almost as if he was just waiting for a moment that should was alone. There were unspeakable acts in his gaze that made her skin crawl and often times forced into a scalding hot shower. She was just glad her bathroom had no windows.

It was raining, as it was wont to do in Maine, and it was nearly midnight. She was driving back home from the library she worked at, to her father’s house when her car sputtered and came to a stop. “Oh, shoot!” She mumbled, trying to start it again. It sputtered again, but didn’t turn over. The last thing she wanted was to flood the engine, and so she removed the keys from the ignition and laid her head on the steering wheel. She could call her father— he’d be asleep but he’d come for her. Or Ruby might be closer, but she was almost certainly drunk. Thunder clapped above her and lightening struck in the distance.

With a sigh, she looked up and out if her window. A distance away was a figure, and for a moment she thought she was saved. Maybe they lived nearby and she could at least wait inside. But as he got to the street lamp, she knew that it wasn’t her savior drawing closer, but her stalker.

Fear courses through her and she hurriedly tried to start the car again. It struggled and strained but didn’t start, and Belle knew she couldn’t stay there. Biting her bottom lip, Belle opened the car door and bolted keys in hand, ready to use like a weapon, not bothering to take her purse. She was soaked to the bone and freezing in a moment, but she couldn’t let that stop her. The man began to quicken his pace to try and keep up with her, several feet behind her.

Feet slipping in the smooth heels she wore and hair sticking to her face and neck, Belle ran as quickly as said heels would allow to the nearest house with a single light on. She rang the bell and pounded on the door simultaneously, tears mixing with the rain as she cried. “Hello?! Please! Let me in! Oh God, please let me in!” She looked frantically behind her to see the man drawing ever nearer. “Hello!?”

Belle nodded. “He’s my favorite.” She admitted softly.

"…would you like to keep it?" he asked, knowing that she would, though he was unsure whether she would accept the offer. 

Belle’s eyes widened as she looked at him. “Mr. Gold— I couldn’t do that…” She said softly. “It’s so valuable.”

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Anonymous inquired:

Belle is cheating on you with Whale. They had a thing when she was Lacey now they're doing it in his apartment and in the apartment above the library. If you don't believe me, check. I bet she'd find her missing bra in his laundry and you might find a strange pair of boxers in yours.

magicisacrutch:

beautynamedbelle:

magicisacrutch:

beautynamedbelle

He never heeded the greyface. He had only checked because he wanted the satisfaction of proving it wrong, and sustaining Belle’s innocence. 

—and yet, here were the promised pair of boxers, and they most certainly weren’t his. There must be an explanation, he told himself, even while the panic began to rise. Perhaps she’d bought these for him. Perhaps they were a surprise.

"Belle?" he called from the laundry room. "Can you come here a moment?"

Belle had been cleaning the kitchen after supper and came in, apron on her skirt and a smile on her lips. “Yes, darling?” She asked, tilting her head to one side.

"…where did these come from?" He held up the boxers, trying to keep the worry from showing on his face.

Belle blinked. “You didn’t buy them?” she asked, taking them from him to look at them closer.

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magicisacrutch inquired:

Gimme angst!

magicisacrutch:

beautynamedbelle:

beautynamedbelle:

25. My muse is being stalked and shows up at your muse’s house 
uninvited, asking to stay the night.

Belle French had a stalker. She didn’t know his name, but she certainly knew his face. She saw it everywhere she went, and it terrified her. He had medium length dark hair, and she remembered first meeting him at the Rabbit Hole a few months prior. Too bad she didn’t remember his name, as the police couldn’t do much without it.

He scared her, the way he watched her. It was almost as if he was just waiting for a moment that should was alone. There were unspeakable acts in his gaze that made her skin crawl and often times forced into a scalding hot shower. She was just glad her bathroom had no windows.

It was raining, as it was wont to do in Maine, and it was nearly midnight. She was driving back home from the library she worked at, to her father’s house when her car sputtered and came to a stop. “Oh, shoot!” She mumbled, trying to start it again. It sputtered again, but didn’t turn over. The last thing she wanted was to flood the engine, and so she removed the keys from the ignition and laid her head on the steering wheel. She could call her father— he’d be asleep but he’d come for her. Or Ruby might be closer, but she was almost certainly drunk. Thunder clapped above her and lightening struck in the distance.

With a sigh, she looked up and out if her window. A distance away was a figure, and for a moment she thought she was saved. Maybe they lived nearby and she could at least wait inside. But as he got to the street lamp, she knew that it wasn’t her savior drawing closer, but her stalker.

Fear courses through her and she hurriedly tried to start the car again. It struggled and strained but didn’t start, and Belle knew she couldn’t stay there. Biting her bottom lip, Belle opened the car door and bolted keys in hand, ready to use like a weapon, not bothering to take her purse. She was soaked to the bone and freezing in a moment, but she couldn’t let that stop her. The man began to quicken his pace to try and keep up with her, several feet behind her.

Feet slipping in the smooth heels she wore and hair sticking to her face and neck, Belle ran as quickly as said heels would allow to the nearest house with a single light on. She rang the bell and pounded on the door simultaneously, tears mixing with the rain as she cried. “Hello?! Please! Let me in! Oh God, please let me in!” She looked frantically behind her to see the man drawing ever nearer. “Hello!?”

"It’s beautiful." She said, stroking the cover.

You’re beautiful, he wanted to say, but caught himself just in time. “You like Verne?” he asked instead. 

Belle nodded. “He’s my favorite.” She admitted softly.

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She could tell from his haggard expression that today had not been a good day. Belle patted her lap. "Come here, you. Relax a little."

im-not-a-what:

beautynamedbelle:

im-not-a-what:

The worst thing about a bad day was when it was a bad day of the most mundane variety. At least when something catastrophic happened, a person had good reason to complain and wallow in despair. Today had been a trek through sludge, dragging his feet but not causing marked discomfort. Just the feeling of submersion under fatigue from dealing with people all day.

Rumple came home and prayed Belle was in better spirits, if only in hopes some light parted the clouds over his mood. She did him one better. With a smile that took more effort today, he wordlessly obeyed. The sofa felt especially soft when he sank down. Instantly he stretched out so his head lay cradled on her thighs. His feet wriggled out of his shoes, not bothering with laces, and at last joined the rest of him on the cushions tucked against the armrest. He felt a little bad for occupying so much of the sofa while Belle had only the other end where she sat. An offer to let her stretch out with him tried to make itself heard, but his jaw was clamped shut like a bear trap, reluctant to open. He turned his face into Belle’s lap and moaned softly.

Belle smiled and leaned down to kiss his hair. “Rough day, sweetie?” She asked softly, stroking his hair back. “You’re home now, my love.” She had a thing of chocolates on the table beside her and she picked one up, hovering it over his mouth waiting for him to accept it.

After a few slow inhales and exhales that fueled him with the aroma of Belle’s clothes and natural scent, he rolled over. His jaw started to loosen. “Mmm, yes,” he whispered. His lips were less interested in words and moreso in another strategically placed kiss from his beloved. But chocolate was a pleasant alternative. He did feel like an overgrown child, and for now he couldn’t care less. His mouth opened wide for the treat. Even his tongue wagged in playful supplication.

Belle chuckled softly at his small tongue waggle, dropping the chocolate into his mouth. “Well you’re here with me and I’ll take it all away.” She promised, kissing his lips sweetly and offering him another chocolate.

Anonymous inquired:

Belle is cheating on you with Whale. They had a thing when she was Lacey now they're doing it in his apartment and in the apartment above the library. If you don't believe me, check. I bet she'd find her missing bra in his laundry and you might find a strange pair of boxers in yours.

magicisacrutch:

beautynamedbelle

He never heeded the greyface. He had only checked because he wanted the satisfaction of proving it wrong, and sustaining Belle’s innocence. 

—and yet, here were the promised pair of boxers, and they most certainly weren’t his. There must be an explanation, he told himself, even while the panic began to rise. Perhaps she’d bought these for him. Perhaps they were a surprise.

"Belle?" he called from the laundry room. "Can you come here a moment?"

Belle had been cleaning the kitchen after supper and came in, apron on her skirt and a smile on her lips. “Yes, darling?” She asked, tilting her head to one side.

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im-not-a-what: I’m okay. I’m just tired and uninspired. I think I’ll be 10000x better when Once comes back.

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She could tell from his haggard expression that today had not been a good day. Belle patted her lap. "Come here, you. Relax a little."

im-not-a-what:

The worst thing about a bad day was when it was a bad day of the most mundane variety. At least when something catastrophic happened, a person had good reason to complain and wallow in despair. Today had been a trek through sludge, dragging his feet but not causing marked discomfort. Just the feeling of submersion under fatigue from dealing with people all day.

Rumple came home and prayed Belle was in better spirits, if only in hopes some light parted the clouds over his mood. She did him one better. With a smile that took more effort today, he wordlessly obeyed. The sofa felt especially soft when he sank down. Instantly he stretched out so his head lay cradled on her thighs. His feet wriggled out of his shoes, not bothering with laces, and at last joined the rest of him on the cushions tucked against the armrest. He felt a little bad for occupying so much of the sofa while Belle had only the other end where she sat. An offer to let her stretch out with him tried to make itself heard, but his jaw was clamped shut like a bear trap, reluctant to open. He turned his face into Belle’s lap and moaned softly.

Belle smiled and leaned down to kiss his hair. “Rough day, sweetie?” She asked softly, stroking his hair back. “You’re home now, my love.” She had a thing of chocolates on the table beside her and she picked one up, hovering it over his mouth waiting for him to accept it.

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She had read books on theory and technique, and even spent hours watching videos on the website Henry had shown her called YouTube (sure at first she thought it only had videos of adorable cats, but she'd soon found there was much to be learned from the site as well). Still, no matter how long she practiced or how hard she tried, she was not getting the hang of playing the piano. After a tenth botched attempted at Twinkle, Twinkle in a row, Belle hit the keys at random, groaning in frustration.

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Gold glanced over at her from where he sat on the sofa, reading The Mirror. Since Regina had gotten rid of Glass, the paper had been much less like a tabloid and more like a newspaper. “You’ll get the hang of it, sweetheart,” he encouraged her. “Don’t give up.” He knew that Belle was getting frustrated. She was trying to learn from books, but the piano, he knew, was best learned by experience.

She was really enjoying herself. She sent her ball flying down the lane, and with each throw her anger and frustration seemed to lessen. With her next throw she knocked them all over on her first try and she gasped. “I did it!” She squealed excitedly, rushing over to her husband and throwing her arms around him with a giddy giggle.

Gold, too, was beaming. He returned his wife’s embrace, pressing excited kisses to her hair as he spun her around happily. “I knew you could, love,” he said, sitting her back on her feet. “I never doubted it.”

Belle was breathless and so happy. She stood there him with him for awhile, simply smiling up at him. “I love you.”

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._____.

Okay, This Pissed me Off

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mockeryd:

riskpig:

midstorm:

mockeryd:

I got into Hot Topic. I look around and see not a single Princess and the Frog shirt. Now my boyfriend told me to behave so I did. I politely asked the girl at the cashier if they will be getting Tiana shirts. They said no. Still, I…

That’s so weird. I’m pretty sure I saw a Tiana shirt on their website? Might wanna check. But you should definitely tell CS about her because that was a shitty response.

Actually now that I think about it, the last time I went to Hot Topic, I saw Tiana and Jasmine products.

And they have a few PatF shirts online. Maybe it was just that store? 

You’d be surprised how different the stores can be from the online shop. One time I went in to get a BatB shirt they had online and all the had was XS. And once they took the shirt off line I went back to a different one and they had a whole section full of them. And they had DW stuff I’ve never seen on their website and supernatural stuff I’ve never seen in their stores. They’re super weird.

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