#obvs antique store

[snuggledupblanketdragon]

Just saw the Transformers Movie (1986) for the first time.

Nothing prepared me for Megatron/Galvatron straight up turning into a gun/laser cannon.

[catsafarithewriter]

A/N: part 13!

x

"So you have a niece now, do you?" Toto asked. "Funny, I don't remember you ever mentioning any siblings."

"Wait, you know each other?" Haru demanded. She glared up at Muta. "And you never told me?"

"Relax, Chicky. I knew a Toto once, just didn't know he was part of your new fancy-shmancy family."

"You never asked," Toto said.

"How do you know each other?" Baron interrupted, before the burgeoning argument could get a foothold on the conversation. "Exactly?"

Muta and Toto exchanged glances like they were waiting for the other to answer. Eventually, Toto ventured with, "We used to go... fishing, together."

"Years ago," Muta added.

"We stopped when it became clear that Renny–"

"It's Muta now, birdbrain."

"That's the name you went with? I thought you were joking. Fine. We stopped when it became clear that Muta was fishing in ponds he shouldn't be."

Muta snorted.

"And you haven't spoken since?" Haru asked.

"It was a pond we both knew was off-limits."

There was such an undercurrent of something big being sidestepped, that Haru doubted she was the only one wondering just how literal the conversation was.

There was a dubious pause.

"I think," Elora said, "that's quite enough introductions for one afternoon. You must all be quite exhausted after all that travelling."

"My sister—"

"Your sister is out with her wife, showing her around the estate. You will have plenty of time to get reacquainted with her later. For now, though, I think you'll appreciate establishing yourselves in your rooms." There was a hesitation in which she seemed to assess the safest nephew to send. "Hunter, would you do the honours?"

The house wasn't the largest Haru had ever seen (she'd lived in the shadow of the palace, after all) but what it lacked in square foot, it made up for in labyrinthine passages. She was quite glad she had Baron on hand, otherwise she had no clue how she'd find her way to the bathroom, let alone the exit.

She was so focused on attempting to map their twisting route, that she'd quite forgotten the oldest trope in the fake dating handbook until she entered her and Baron's quarters.

She stared at the room before her.

"There's only one bed."

[bibleofficial]

so the majority of my building seems to be chinese so i’m just going to learn mandarin via cultural osmosis

[agentravensong]

>goes to barnes and noble planning not to buy too much because we’ll be going to another bookstore in like a week (and i have three books waiting on my shelf for me already)

>leaves barnes and noble with six books

[deityofhearts]

not to be a hater but does anyone else kinda not like the monster high skillector dolls where they reimagine characters like elvira, chucky and tiffany, annabelle, etc?

[dragonstailbutch]

hello how do I start smithing without a forge 😭 i need to live by the blade so bad

thats a wonderful question!

it definitely seems difficult, and in some way it can be, oof. ts easiest if you already have a possible space, like a shed or barn or some kind of patio. the thing about starting on your own is you need to be extra super careful to, yknow, not burn the world to the ground XD

there are a few things you can do before considering making a forge at home, makerspaces have gotten popular and they tend to either have or would love to have a forge setup if people expressed interest in that, and were willing to work with and towards that happening. if you ask around local colleges or universities, you can see if theres a class offered or possibly a teacher you can take a quick basics class under, that would generally come with a forge or workshop attached lol

if theres neither of these options or you would really prefer to start on your own, theres a ton of videos online like youtube, or you can look for resources from the Artists-Blacksmith Association of North America or whatever equivalent your country or area has. there are def things you can make if you have or know someone who has access to a welder, like a rocket stove, that can start you off at least a little bit. i advise getting a ball peen hammer from some hard ware store and you can also search farm autcions or go antiquing to find a used forge/tools. you dont need a ton for an anvil, some people like ne just have a piece of railroad track till we can get a acuta anvil.bits generally easier (freakin obvs) if you have a little money to spend on getting equipment somewhere and if you have a backyard or shed. living in suburban areas like a apartment or just generally renting makes running your own forge a bit hard without having to worry about your local HOA or neighbors complaints and im still trying to figure that out for myself lol

[tailoredshirt]

I was tagged by @herefortarlos @bonheur-cafe and @welcometololaland so let’s do it!!!

(I didn’t know how else to make the collage, sorry.)

- Favorite animal: my precious angel, Lily, is my favorite animal on the planet.

- Favorite movie: Jurassic Park (all of them but especially the OG and Jurassic World)

- Favorite season: Winter, even though that’s when my seasonal depression kicks in laskdjl

- Favorite character(s): My favorite besties, TK and Nancy <3

- Favorite color: Deep blues and greens

- Hobby: Aside from writing and vidding, obvs, I love going to estate sales and antique stores and buying old shit <3 (pic is of some old books in a thrifted box)

- Favorite book: His Dark Materials trilogy. I actually love The Subtle Knife better, but I just love this cover of The Golden Compass, which is the first one I had. I wanted to go to Cittagazee so bad.

- Song: I can’t select a favorite song, so it’s the whole Florence and the Machine Lungs album.

- Favorite drink: Iced hibiscus tea. I make it myself with dried hibiscus, rose hips, orange peel, and chai spices (heavy on the clove).

I think a lot of people have been tagged? Open tag for whoever wants to do it! And I guess I’ll tag a few people: @finetune @thekristen999 @belgianfry @lonestardust @tylerkennedys @lucydonato @paperstorm @blahblahwoofwoof @sarnagati @teeveeyou @chocolateforyou

Template under the cut:

[orenjibot]

I writing this shit down so i DONT forget it 😭

OC stuff

magician phantom thief (not kaito kid)

Phantom thief guy… his name is dandy. I made him as an oc for smth else but his concept is banger (thief using actual music to steal). The guy steals cause he thinks its fun

fortune teller

Fortune teller is blessed by the gods like literally, luckiest guy on earth, and dandy’s friend..

He’s dandy’s friend cause dandy won’t leave him alone as a kid but now its been reversed lmaoo oh also he’s rly good at divination/smth like holy magic

great witch (merlin level amazing)

Great mage… is dandy and fortune teller’s mentor. Like legit merlin fgo powerful. She never stays in 1 place and slacks off

The mage is like old but we dont talk about that. She cares for her students greatly… she just flakes and ditches them lmfao

2 witches of time

The 2 witches of time who coincidentally look like each other but they are not twins NOR are they doppelgängers. One is the with of the past and one is from the future. They each have a monocle that when combined form the glasses of time

witch of knowledge (librarian)

Witch of knowledge runs a living library with every book in existence. She has the same power as raziel but is also able to summon beasts/ppl from books too.

Ive been wondering if i want her to be the actual owner of that domain or the assistant of the actual owner but actual owner where??? (Also wandering like the great mage) lmaoo

witch of possibilities (treasure hunter)

The witch of possibilities is an offshoot of smth else i wanted to do with her and i like rly wanted a steampunk aesthetic for her lol

Her powers of possibilities is a very restrictive form of controlling probability. Alternatively, she is also seen as the witch of hopes/dreams

Her original concept is that ppl in her world have endless potential, which can be taken away by monsters or bad ppl. Potential when extracted from ppl take the form of crystals and other shiny things. Losing them will make u lose ur motivation in life

She sorta goes around as a rouge savior who sometimes helps ppl out with that, hence why she’s a treasure hunter. The base for her is from a DIFFERENT story i had about someone who can steal dreams

So as a treasure hunter, she does take ppl’s potential but only the amount they paid as collaterial for a request. So she doesn’t get greedy and ppl can regenerate their potential power if u dont take too much/the important part of it

It Can be destroyed by ppl btw! But it can be gained back to some degree or fully as well since it isnt as if u destroyed or stole the core of their potential.

There was a story with her where there are others with this power too but there’s obv bad ppl who do it for profit/gain

It was basically about stealing and crushing other ppl’s hopes and dreams. A story about finding her core and not giving up on ones hopes and dreams.

There’s a bunch twists for her but yeah that was a short traintrack shift rundown of her concept

magical items antique shop owner

The antique owner is from another story i had with a cursed camera (soul shutter, my beloved). I gave him an honorable mention because i think he’d fit it rly well in a fantasy setting too.

His story is uh… his bestie sacrificed herself to seal the cursed camera so now he watches over the camera while also running a store of antique goods… he’s searching for a way to get her out of there. It’s been years since the incident and he hasnt found any leads

they like each other but its like theyre besties so it isnt fully romantic? If one of them asked the other out, they’d give it a shot sorta friendship. (It was originally romantic but i’m scrapping that lol

[samuelroukin]

I feel like this is in the vein of ray's vibes (not sure if ray is trans. regardless I'm sure he has considered going in inadvisable places) https://www.tumblr.com/lost-estradiographer/748680448147963904/a-recent-purchase-at-the-antique-store-in-this

also I now keep saying "that thang" instead of dick so thank you for your impact on real life o7

link, kjdkjfhgjhgsjht he's not but the vibe applies 💀 pretty sure if you say cbt three times in a mirror he'd appear behind you to take you up on the offer (which reminds me i should really finish that threesome fic some day.)

also i obvs did not come up with that but i will gladly take credit for the impact lmao

[brehaaorgana]

Hope it's ok to rb bc easier to write a lot + paste links on mobile lol!

I would say if you're in the US this is a great time for sales at least! Your chef sister will know waaaayyy more than me lol but I've also been looking for kitchen supply sales so:

My fancy fry pans are this set from Great Jones I got on a big black Friday sale (they're doing 25% off rn) https://greatjonesgoods.com/products/fry-family ALTHOUGH I've been told by a chef type that a ceramic nonstick type isnt usually the best option, but mine function exactly how I thought they would haha. Like I guess they should be mostly marketing and people say they don't heat evenly or whatever but again I like mine so 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk.

I think I'm coming up on year 3 or 4 with them? And they're holding up nicely. That's basically my only "fancy I purchased new" set though, I think the rest I got as a big box at Walmart or target or something. I recently did find two pieces of vintage Dansk cookware that I bought so if you can keep an eye out for those, they're a really good/cute antique store find. The lids double as trivets!

With antiquing/thrifting I keep an eye out for heritage, staub, Dansk, copper bottomed pans, or le crueset.

I keep hoping food52 drops a sale this weekend but....sigh. anyways their 52 essentials seem nice workhouse pots and pans? They also revived Dansk as a brand.

Wrt to online brands I've heard the Our Place pots/pans are flashy and overpriced (but other things they make are decent even tho the pot is their flagship lol).

Full disclosure I am at the point where I need to invest in kitchen knives because....I have none? And so I'm watching to see best knife sale prices ahaha. I don't have a $$$$ BUT I would rather invest in like, 3 decent knives max than get a huge block of 16 knives I'm not gonna use anyways for slightly cheaper.

I've also heard good things about these "pricer than Walmart but also thankfully not $400 a piece" brands, and I would check to see if they have sales on their site or if other stores that sell them are discounting their stuff.

Anyways online brands:

Misen Labs https://misen.com/collections/cookware

Made In https://madeincookware.com

Material Kitchen

For bigger stores crate & barrels sale seems to lean more appliances. I heard Williams Sonoma has a lot of discounts but again they have a lot of $$$ to begin with.

Uhhh oh also I feel like cuisineart is affordable ol reliable. Zwilling has a good range of actually affordable to super fancy options and they're good quality. Ny mag the strategist writes some of my favorite style reviews for products.

Oh and cooks illustrated/Americas test kitchen reviews are solid in lieu of me not having your chef sibling. Their video reviews are good. In general I hear lots of good things Abt Misen, Made In, Lodge, Heritage, and All-Clad.

Edit oh no apparently Misen filed bankruptcy last year? I mean it was a restructure they're obvs still open. But still.

the handle of my saute pan snapped off yesterday while i was moving it to put on the stove so the bowl? of it fell on the ground and is a bit dented. So. Time to shop for a cookware set since i've got only one pan now to cook with. no but, this is good i've need to do this for a while, i'm just reticent to get house things for some reason. I'm bugging my chef sister to suggest stuff / look at things I find so I can get a good set that should last me a long while.

[kissmyhandcallmedarling]

sweet relief

james march x fem!reader (smut)

- tw: smut/nsfw, period sex, blood (obvs)

- side note: HE'S SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL. HE IS PERFECTION. HE MAKES ME FEEL THINGSSSSSSSS.

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"Uggghhhhh," you groaned, curling your knees up to your chest. The hot water bottle that Ms Evers had filled for was beginning to cool down. The pain was agonizing.

"Anything else I can do for you, dear?" the maid pottered around your suite, dusting items here and there. "You seem to be in a fair bit of pain."

"Really? I had no idea!" You snapped sarcastically, regretting it as soon as the words slipped your lips. "Sorry. I'm sorry... it's just... ugh! Being a woman fucking sucks!"

"It has been quite a stretch since my last menses, dear, but I do still remember," Ms Evers sat herself on the armrest of your chaise, placing a hand on your forehead. "I recall, back when I was your age, the female cycle was something rather hush-hush; an improper topic, if you will. Rarely ever got spoken about." She took her hand away. "I must say, I used to get quite the discomfort. The abdominal pain was that of another tier! And every month! Heavens, 'twas almost as though God was punishing me for some sin unknown to me!"

"Punishing womenkind more like," as sweet as the maid was trying to be, you weren't exactly in the mood for her antiquated manner. "Ms Evers, would you be so kind and fetch James for me."

"Mr March is in his study, he is not to be interrupted," she tutted, waggling a finger in your face. "I am here, girl. I can help you."

"No offense, but - " you paused, unsure how to string your words together so as to not sound too obnoxious. "Look. I just really need James. Please. I'll buy you washing liquid next time I go to the store!"

Her expression lit up. "What did you say, dear?"

"I'll buy you washing liquid if you go get James for me."

"Oh heavens!" Her hands quivered excitedly. "The one for radiant whites?!"

"Of course."

Within mere seconds the maid had left the room, giggling to herself. You let your head fall back against the cushion. Uggghhhhhh. Your stomach twisted and cramped and folded back on itself a thousand times over.

"Darling?" Soon your beloved Mr March was by your side. "Are you on your monthly courses?"

You simply nodded in agreement.

"Hmmm," he hummed. "Is there anything I can do to reduce the intensity of your ailment?" He placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Well... I remember reading something online... where we... you know. And apparently, it's supposed to offer some relief for cramps." You winced as another wave of pain surged through your abdomen.

"Darling... you're not suggesting intercourse, are you?"

You shrugged with a false sense of innocence, an innocence James Patrick March could see right through.

"Well," he chuckled, as his cheeks flushed. "You know I am no stranger to blood... as long as you're comfortable, darling, that is all I care about. Are you sure?"

Once again, you nodded shamelessly.

"Well then..." he held his hand out to you, in his gentlemanly manner. "My lady."

You took it, and he hoisted you up, him standing just a few inches taller than yourself.

"Umm... are you?... ah?..."

"Just shut up and kiss me already, Mr March." You flirted, to which he obeyed your orders and responded by pressing his lips to yours. His fingers trailed your body, distracting you from the pain. His touch was exquisite. With every collide of your lips you felt your cravings for him grow. Tingles flooded your body, like tiny fireworks bursting with every caress. James's hands crept around your waist, and slowly began to lift your shirt over your head, as your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his. The garments fell to the floor.

"Oh, my love..." James scooped you up and placed you gently on the bed, laying himself above you. Your delicate touch explored his toned pecs, arms, and stomach, as he planted soft kisses along your collarbones. You felt your betrothed smile softly into your skin. You tangled your hand in his dark, now-messy locks, as his mouth trailed down. Down your chin, your neck, your sternum. You felt as his hand brushed against your hips, down to your thighs.

"James," you gasped. "I need you."

Obeying your orders once again, he began to slowly rub you through the fabric of your underwear, thumb circling your most sensitive part.

"Now these, my love," he smirked with satisfaction as he watched your chest rise and fall with your quickening breath in anticipation. He hooked a finger behind the elastic waistband of your underwear. "Will have to go." He slipped another finger underneath, gently easing the undergarment down your legs. "And this," James met your eyes, craning his neck to reward your lips with a passionate kiss, before whispering in your ear. "Is where things get messy..."

Within a second, his strong, masculine fingers were deep inside of you, having located that cushiony, sweet spot within moments. You allowed a soft mewl to escape your lips.

"My, my, darling... your warmth is tantalizing..."

When he retrieved his hand from your body, he fiddled with the button of his breeches, hastily ridding himself of them. A deep crimson glossed his index and middle finger. Once stripped bare, James lay himself back upon you, face hovering mere inches above yours, as his bloody hand cradled your cheek.

"James..."

"Hush now, sweet one."

His fingers trailed from your face down your neck, through the gap between your breasts, and to the small of your back before gripping tightly to your derrieré. Your body was his canvas; your blood, his paint.

His head followed his fingers. James allowed his tongue to flit along your inner thigh. The pain you had felt moments ago had long passed - or at least, was no longer ailing you. To your gratified surprise, your lover began to softly blow his breath onto your dampened skin, teasing your femininity.

Your pleasure was his pleasure. With every touch, you felt your desire for him grow, and his for you.

"Are you ready, darling?" James used his thigh to separate yours further. You nodded in response, allowing your head to jolt back onto the pillow as he entered you. Every movement was pure rapture. He brought his lips to your neck, nuzzling his nose beneath your jaw. You brought a hand to his head, entwining your fingers in his dark locks. You were almost there. He drove himself into you with might, his breath heavy.

"Daaaarrrling... ohhhhhh!"

Just as you reached the peak of your climax, you let out a high-pitched, yet rather delicate wail of delight, before release flooded throughout your whole body. In that same moment, you felt James exit your body, allowing his seed to leek on the sheets beside you. With a hefty breath, the man collapsed next to you, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the linens, now completely soiled with the both of your bodily fluids. You turned to face him, kissing him lovingly, before resting your forehead on his.

"Thank you," you sighed. "It's as though the pain were never there."

"I am so glad, my dear," he dropped a kiss on your nose.

"We made quite a mess didn't we?"

"Ah, yes, I suppose so, darling. But need not fret, I'll have Ms Evers in here to clean up within a tick."

"Oh god, that poor woman!" You chuckled.

"Relax, dearest. 'Tis what she's paid for. Now, would you like me to run you a bath?"

"Oh certainly! Thank you, my love."

"You are most welcome." James kissed your forehead before hoisting himself up, grabbing a robe from the closet, and disappearing into the bathroom. You pulled the sheets over your chest, as you sighed happily.

How lucky you were to have him.

[meismalis]

finally got my old style but modern record player that also plays radio, cassettes and cds lol. Excited to go to the record store downtown and get a bunch of records 🥰 looks good on my MCM sideboard, so quite pleased… just need a couple nice house plants on either side of er and it’ll be perfect!!

also got a big bookcase for the living room and put my books in it (wish I had all of my books :( but when I moved here from Ontario, I obv couldn’t bring a bunch of books with me on a plane haha and I haven’t book too many physical copies of books since I’ve been here, I read ebooks on my tablet mostly, but there are a few titles I’ll get a physical copy of if I love it) with a few other decorative things like my mini globe, a couple picture frames, my old ass radio and then I’m going out thrifting for some decor elements for it - some more books to fill it out more, ones that are pretty and vintage looking obvs lol, I’m going for an academia kind of vibe, so hopefully I can find some cool knick knacks and then going to the horticulturalist for some more plants for it. I also ordered a couple mini “classical style” bust bookends lol.

oh and I finally ordered the wall art I wanted for the living room, abstract MCM vibes lol & then all I need now is a good rug, but I’m finding it hard to find one that has the MCM vibes AND orange in it, not a fully orange rug

and then on to the bedroom haha, gotta put my finishing decor touches on it, going for an 17th/18th century look- getting a new comforter and pillows, a bunch of new antique looking frames for my frame wall, an baroque gold ornate mirror my vanity which will go great with the emerald green French provincial style armchair I have- also going for black/emerald and gold accents. Kind of like a dark Victorian vibe haha

[sultryvodka]

𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝

warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)

| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |

armin arlert

• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.

• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀

• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.

• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.

• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.

• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.

• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)

• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.

• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.

• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child

• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.

• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.

• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^

• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.

colt grice

• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention

• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.

• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!

• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.

• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.

• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧

• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.

• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.

• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.

• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.

• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.

• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.

• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.

• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.

eren jaeger

• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm

• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.

• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)

• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.

• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.

• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.

• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.

• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.

• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little

• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.

• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.

• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.

• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.

• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.

• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.

jean kirschtein

• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.

• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!

• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.

• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺

• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.

• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.

• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.

• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.

• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.

• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.

• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.

• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.

• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.

• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.

• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.

porco galliard

• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.

• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.

• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.

• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.

• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.

•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.

•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.

•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.

•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.

•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.

•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.

•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.

•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.

•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.

i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️

[zannolin]

i’m going to sleep now because i was in the car so much today and got slammed with debilitating cramps this afternoon and then obv walked over a mile for the fireflies and now it’s past midnight but what did i miss? how were things? everyone have a nice time? i had the best burrito of my life, got blackberry lemonade, acquired a christmas present for my mom, got two new vinyls, spent an hour petting a cat named sister with a squeaky purr in an antique store, saw the fireflies, and am feeling emotionally fantastic. i love the mountains.

[amortensie-moved]

you asked for cyms, so here's my suggestion: cym as activities you'd like to do with them?

(i hope that makes sense, lol)

ooh this is interesting and yes it makes sense! :)

you as a movie marathon. specifically staying up all night and having as much fun to our hearts content. we could share each other our comfort films, bing watch shows and talk for ages about our fav characters and and perhaps even exchange music along the way!

@katherinerose64 as a picnic. we’ve mentioned this countless times but pls. is it too much to ask to bask in the sun together as we chat till right before the sun sets?

@onceupon-a-decembr as shopping in a mall. simply picking clothes for each other and admiring trinkets we know we shouldn’t get but want to nonetheless.

@johnskeating as performing in a musical. hear me out,, the thrill of being on stage! goodness knows i have little to none performing experience except singing in the shower and dancing in my room but it would be so fun.

@daydreaming-optimist as trying a new craft. i can teach you a craft or you can teach me, orr we learn something new together! it would be so fun to just allow ourselves to fail and have fun and perhaps learn a lil’ thing along the way.

@meiitanoia as thrift shopping. or even just looking at antiques would be so cool! oh all the hidden treasures we can find, we would find the craziest things and just somehow make them work.

@all-you-wanna-do-your-best as solving an unsolved case file (obv fake). the little murder mysteries you can find online or in stores as a bored game! i’ve been wanting to do one for ages but how cool would that be?

@musicallisto as hot girl summer as going to the beach. maybe this might be inspired by your current celebration but it would be fun to just mess around at the beach! i am afraid of going deep into the ocean so either you can convince me to go or we would be afraid together. the splashes of the waves is rather nice, no?

@eatacrackerandstop as going to a concert. or a music festival or a musical! pick your poison.

@gallagherfionas as baking sweets. while i’m not exactly an expert baker, we can laugh over our failures and enjoy our succeeds!

[welllpthisishappening]

Heyooo could you do 6 and/or 9 for kiss prompts please? If you’re still doing them that is. :)

Alright, well, this got long. Let’s all act super surprised. And because you are an absolute delight of a human being, this is Will and Belle. Set in the Blue Verse, obvs. And also because I keep reading these hockey rom coms, so I am in a mood™. They were real fun to write. Particularly on their first date. This is their first date! At the Museum of Natural History! Prompts were: hand kisses and kisses in the snow.

————

This was a bad idea. 

Exceptionally bad. Stupid, really. Impetuous and instinctual and no, no, that second one wasn’t right at all. Agreeing to Ariel’s set-up wasn’t instinctual, was just—

Idiotic, maybe. 

Throwing her head back, Belle tried to find cracks in the ceiling. To match the obvious ones in her sanity. Only the Museum of Natural History did not boast any cracks. Couldn’t, she figured. Something about the structural integrity of the building and, she imagined, the ghost of Theodore Roosevelt. Who would very likely emerge from his statue out front if he realized there was any sort of looming threat to the dinosaur bones stored inside this museum. 

He’d get, like—those horse riders, probably. God, now she couldn’t remember the name for those horse riders, just a mess of facts about San Juan Hill and the Spanish-American War and she’d nearly paced her way onto several people’s shoes already. 

He was late. 

This hockey guy. Will, his name was Will. Scarlet, Will Scarlet. Played defense for the New York Rangers and every article she’d read in the last two days since agreeing to Ariel’s wholly ridiculous suggestion also suggested that Will Scarlet, professional hockey player, was very good at his job. Not quite championship-worthy yet, but it had been close that one season and he was—

Cute. 

Real cute. Had that slight curl to his lips in his headshot and if Belle spent a few minutes that afternoon meticulously examining his headshot then that was between her and her desk and her internet history. Which she should probably delete at some point. Tomorrow, she’d do it tomorrow. First thing, even. 

Would walk into the library and make sure to take care of any lingering evidence detailing all the proof that she was fairly certain there was a hint of something unnameable at the edge of Will Scarlet’s eyes and that was insane. 

She was on a roll, really.

He just—

Well, she thought he was cute. Didn’t have any looming warrants for his arrest. Hit people on the ice with a fair amount of frequency, per several other articles, but that was to be expected. She thought so, at least. Hockey was still a potential project for her. If this worked. 

She didn’t think it was going to work. 

Dating professional athletes was not her. Didn’t fit with her personality, or her possibly subconscious and entirely unfair prejudices, but this guy got paid to play a game and he likely had expectations and fans and a variety of people who fell under the umbrella of antiquated categories with vaguely offensive naming conventions, and there was also Belle’s consistent tendency to self-sabotage because romance had never really panned out all that great, but Ariel had promised. Was so sure. Belle didn’t have a choice. 

Agreeing to this was—

Instinct.

“God damn,” she mumbled, halfway through another lap around the lobby. Twisting between tourists, most of whom were trying to figure out how to store the bags they weren’t allowed to bring into the museum because it appeared most of them had been required to visit Bloomingdales at some point that day, she very nearly stepped on a few more toes and definitely on the back of one boot hell. 

Who immediately cursed. 

Not under his breath. Right out loud, drawing a few stares and one gasp from someone Belle figured had to be from Iowa, or something. 

That was an awful thing to think. 

Only she couldn’t bring herself to feel too badly when her stomach appeared intent on taking up residence in her throat, so as to avoid the acid and the wholly imaginary butterfly wings and he turned around. To stare at her. With that specific glint in his eyes. 

“Hey, can you—oh,” Will sighed, shoulders sagging and that was not great. Bad, even. Real bad. Blind date disaster sort of bad. Belle’s smile made her cheeks ache. “Are you planning on killing me? You look a little crazed. This is a very public place.” “Agreed to so you couldn’t kill me.” “Would hurt my minutes.” “I don’t know what that means,” Bell admitted. “Is your foot alright?”

His lips twisted. She was staring. Appraising, really. Tracing her eyes across a head that was at a slight angle now, and she was having an admittedly difficult time coping with his shoulders. Sloped and clearly muscled, even under the fabric of a well-fitted leather jacket that couldn’t be providing much warmth. 

“It’s cold out.”

Will’s smile stretched. “It is, in fact.” He stuck his hand out, fluttering fingers that weren’t showing any sign of frostbite when Belle didn’t do anything except keep staring. Like a complete psychopath. “If Ariel set me up with a murderer, I’m going to be really annoyed, fair warning.”

“That would be fair, yeah.” “And strangely not an objection.” “I’m really worried about your Achilles tendon.”

He laughed. Guffawed. Threw his head back and wrapped an arm around his waist, seemingly unaware of the glances and the few prolonged stares because he was a professional athlete and other people were probably more aware of that than Belle was. Another finger flutter. “Will Scarlet,” he said, “not a murderer, only a little concerned that you might be—”

“—You were late.” “And I apologize for that, but you can blame Cap. Who missed a wide-open breakaway three minutes before we were about to get off the ice and Arthur lost his mind.” “Sounds dramatic.” “You’ve got no idea. Are you going to shake my hand because my arm is getting kind of tired.” Belle lifted her eyebrows. Kept smiling. More like a normal person, she hoped. A semi-charmed person. Who almost forgot where they were standing and how long the line to pay whatever you want at the Museum of Natural History always was. His hand wasn’t nearly as cold as she expected it to be. 

That probably wasn’t important.

“Belle French,” she said, “shouldn’t you have better upper-body strength?”

His smile was a bit softer, that time. Not quite resigned, but she was struggling to come up with appropriate syntax and neither one of them had tried to pull their hand away. “I’ve got incredible upper-body strength,” Will promised, leaning forward and he smelled a bit like soap, “you should what I can do on skates, though.” Flushing was ridiculous. Blushing, too. Any synonym. 

Still holding hands. 

“Do you think this is working for you?” “I’m trying very hard.” “Yeah, I can tell.” “Oh wow,” he chuckled, finally disentangling their fingers, and that was fine. Totally fine. Belle didn’t notice the absence of warmth, at all. Not instantly, or anything. “That’s kind of a knock to my self-confidence, honestly. Ariel didn’t mention you were mean.” “I’m not mean. What else did Ariel mention?” To suggest that his eyes actually had the gall to sparkle would be crazy. They didn’t sparkle. Were biologically incapable of doing that. 

But Belle swore something else happened, and it might have just been in the general region of her heart. Stuttering and restarting, at double time. As if it were intent on impersonating a hummingbird. 

“You’re very smart.” “That’s true,” Belle agreed. 

“Modest, too.” “Obviously, yeah, yeah.”

She wanted to keep making him laugh. Wanted him to keep smiling at her and leaning forward, even if his hair wasn’t quite long enough to artfully fall across his forehead. She wondered if his shoulders looked as good when he wasn’t wearing the leather jacket. 

So, insanity was fun to experience, then. 

“This is the part where you tell me what Ariel said about me, babe.”

Belle’s eyebrows jumped. Soared. Flew off her forehead. “You really do thinking this working, huh?” “My self-confidence is a sham, Ariel thinks I’m lonely, my teammates are dumb, and I’m willing to pay full price for this museum so we can also see the 3D movie about the giant monster shark.” “Megalodon is a real thing that was part of a mass marine extinction, potentially caused by a supernova that really messed up the rest of Earth.” “Telling me that is not going to stop me from calling it monster shark,” Will promised. Belle thought it was a promise. Sounded like one. 

She was admittedly a little hung up on the lonely thing. 

“I can work with monster shark.”

Will beamed. Did something passably ridiculous with his eyebrows and the slight shake of his head, and neither one of them mentioned the hand thing. How they reached for the other on what already felt like habit, twisting between bags and tourists and it took less time to get in when they paid full price. Plus twenty-nine ninety-nine for the monster shark movie. Per ticket. 

And they walked. Wandered. Took their time through exhibits, conversation that wasn’t exactly ground-breaking, but was just as easy, tilting their heads back in tandem to stare at massive fossils and partially-finished dinosaur structures. 

“So,” Will drawled, not taking his eyes off the Tyrannosaurs Rex, “tell me something.”

“About?” “You’re a librarian, right?” Belle nodded. “Not like—well, there’s not a lot of story-times. More research and entitled doctoral students who think the world revolves around them.”

“Bet you think athletes are super great then, huh?” “Ariel didn’t force me here against my will,” Belle pointed out, getting another laugh for her pitiful comedic efforts. Pulling his gaze away from the exhibit, Will didn’t quite smile, but he wasn’t glaring and her stomach hadn’t returned to its correct spot yet. “Why’d you pick Museum of Natural History?” “I’m more than just a pretty face.”

She rolled her eyes. Continued to be very charmed. “I did work in a small town once, but it didn’t end great, lots of drama, lots of dead mom, overprotective dad, bad relationships.” “How bad is bad?” “Thinking of dropping gloves with my ex-boyfriend?” Twinkling eyes were impossible too, she was sure. Will’s appeared determined to prove her wrong. “You looked up terminology.” “Sounds suspiciously like an accusation.” “Nah,” he shook his head, “a cautiously optimistic assumption.” “For the life of me, I cannot figure out what icing is.”

He ran his hand over the back of his head. That wasn’t the first time, either. Belle might have been doing research. Keeping track, more like. “Not many people can at the start,” Will said, “have you gotten to offsides yet? My national championship?” “You won a national championship?” Narrowing his eyes wasn’t an explicit challenge. Felt like one, all the same. One Belle wasn’t just willing to reach for. Wanted to reach. And that was—strange, actually. She hadn’t felt like that in a very long time, had been sitting at the same desk for the better part of the last ten months, waiting for something worthy of researching and figuring out and she wasn’t lying about icing. Sometimes it didn’t happen? And that frustrated people? 

On the ice, and in the stands. Based on the videos she’d watched. 

That sounded psychopathic too. 

“What happened with the ex?” “He wanted to get married,” Belle said, forced casualness that didn’t do anything to the thin-type nature of Will’s eyes. “Dad wanted us to get married.” “And you didn’t?” She shook her head. “I’ve got things to do.” “Like read up on my national championship?” “Google black holes are real things.” “Oh, you’ll get no argument from me,” Will grinned, another chuckle and she was starting to pick up on the variety in his laughter. Genuine, now. “But searching your name only led to your Columbia faculty page, most of which I knew already from grilling Ariel because I was worried about getting stabbed in public, I’m real famous you know.” “Hockey is not as popular as you think it is.” His hand was too big, Belle thought. Could wrap all the way around her fingers, warm and somehow almost comforting, tugging her away from this massive dinosaur toward a slightly smaller dinosaur that didn’t eat other dinosaurs several million years ago. 

She didn’t pull away. “Anyway,” Will added pointedly, “your faculty page left a lot to be desired, but a slightly older article from the York County Coast Star informed me that you did Kennebunk High School proud once by winning Best Delegate at a Model United Nation’s Conference.” She’d have to stop blushing eventually. As it was, Belle’s face was blistering and her mouth had fallen open at some point. Likely right around the time that the ends of Will’s lips also started to quirk up. 

“Stalking is a serious crime.” “Curiosity, however, is not. Plus, A didn’t know about Model UN. What was your position?” “A lacks a bit of creativity on the nickname front, don’t you think?” Belle asked, not totally desperate to change the subject.

Will lifted a shoulder. “Usually we like to add an r to last names, or a y. Depends on the last syllable, more than anything.” “Who is this we exactly?” “Hockey players as a whole.” “Right, right, so that would make me—” “—Frenchy, yeah,” Will nodded. “Doesn’t seem to fit, though. Also possibly offensive?” Belle laughed. Giggled, a little. Kept blushing and ignoring the unstable state of her heart and she hadn’t been expecting him to be so—

Charming. Legitimately and entirely charming. Full of simple banter, like it didn’t require any extra effort on his part. She was glad for that. He kept rubbing the side of his hip, too. Probably took a check during practice. She’d really spent a long time researching terminology. 

“I served as a judge on the United Nation’s International Court of Justice.”

Letting out a low whistle, Will actually widened his eyes. With legitimate awe. She was going to combust before this was over. This date. This going very well date. “I’m sorry about the ex.” “You don’t have to punch him in the face.” “Good to know.”

She hummed. Looked back at the dinosaur in front of them so she wouldn’t be so tempted to ask about lonely and what that meant, and that lasted for all of twenty-six minutes. Give or take. 

Belle hadn’t taken her phone out of her pocket once.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He didn’t totally stiffen. They’d moved off the dinosaur floor, standing in an offshoot of the lobby and another long line with more kids than Belle expected. She should have. No one appreciated long-extinct monster sharks more than kids. 

So, Will didn’t totally stiffen. His lips all but disappeared, though. Became a thin line on a head that was back at an angle, with a tongue that poked noticeably against one of his cheeks. 

“College girlfriend,” he said, voice turning gruff, “dated the entire time I was there, wore my jersey to the title game. All that cliche bullshit. Graduated, New York had my rights, and suddenly the world was our oyster, right?” “Rhetoric?” He lifted the other shoulder. Than the one from before. Keeping track of that was crazy, crazy, easy. “A little,” Will admitted, “because New York had my rights, but not an immediate need for a defenseman, and the AHL is a grind. Shitty barns of arenas and not much glamor on multi-state bus trips. Game after game, trying to prove you deserve the call that’s gonna change everything, only it took too long for mine to come. Least for Ana. She wanted—well, fuck if I know what she wanted, really. But it wasn’t me, and it wasn’t waiting and there were plenty of other guys in the league who started at the top. Who also thought she had the prettiest smile of anyone in the room.”

Jealousy was not a normal reaction. And wasn’t really what was happening. Not entirely, at least. 

Belle would tell herself that at least forty-seven times in the next twenty-four minutes. Because her stomach was flipping, making it difficult to take a deep breath when she noticed the resigned look in Will’s suddenly dull eyes and he was supposed to be an idiot. Was supposed to be a stereotype, unable to find anything interesting about the Hall of North American Forests, but he made jokes about stuffed birds and was serious about seeing the monster shark and Ariel was going to be absolutely insufferable about all of this. 

“What’s the deal with your shirt?” Will’s head tilted even more. “Because it’s team-branded?” “Technical term?” “Now we’re going in circles, babe.” “Get more creative nicknames.”

The spark returned. Fluttered in the very center of eyes that met Belle’s without a hint of trepidation of concern regarding her potential murder tendencies. Not that she had any. He’d looked her up, too. “I’ll see what I can do,” Will muttered, “and it’s a real problem for me. Get free shirt, have to wear free shirt, see no reason to buy other shirts.” “Or proper sentence structure, it seems.” “This is working.” “Is it?” He nodded, following the line as it started to move into the theater. “I think so, yeah. You ready to learn about this giant fish?” “Sharks are fish, that’s true.” “See,” Will grinned, lacing his fingers through his, “totally working.”

Neither one pulled their hands away. Even as the theater lights dimmed, and she couldn’t remember the last time she wore 3D glasses, but the effects were at least fairly good because she jumped no less than three times, Will’s soft chuckle echoing between her ears each time. 

His thumb tapped. Found a rhythm against the side of her wrist that stayed even after the movie was over, and his excitement rivaled the loudest and most sugar-filled kids, an unspoken agreement to spend at least thirty-four minutes in the gift shop. 

He bought her a stuffed shark. 

“For intimidation purposes,” Will explained, thrusting an arm toward the sidewalk. Belle didn’t smile. She tried. Sort of. And the cab stopped almost immediately. “You’re impressed.” “Keep telling me how I’m feeling, please.” “This is New York, danger lurking on every corner and whatnot. Requirements of a gentleman mean I have to deposit the fair lady back at her door.” “Or you lose your membership card?”

“Matching jackets, God, keep up.”

She slid into the backseat next to him. And it wasn’t like she was expecting a kiss, honestly. Wouldn’t have said no, probably. But this was—

New and a little exciting, and Ariel was going to be so annoying. 

So, they sat. Kept talking, which was still somehow effortless. Even with the cloud of potential kissing and lives that weren’t remotely similar, and Belle still had a lot of hockey-based questions. About teammates and their opinions because Will had mentioned that too, but she wasn’t a total snoop or willing to be that level of stubborn quite yet. Maybe, like, second date stubborn. 

They were at her building, anyway. 

Stumbling out of the cab was not the picture of cool Belle had been hoping for. Snow landed on her shoulders and clung to the ends of her hair, a storm that started somewhere between Central Park West and East 29th Street, and she knew Will did not leave anywhere near here. He got out, anyway. 

Stood on the sidewalk before trailing her toward the door, her stuffed shark safe from the elements in the bag hanging from her shoulder. “So, that was—”

“I had a really good time with—”

Her shoulders sagged. Dropped in tandem with Belle’s sigh and the stretch of her smile, refusing to let her teeth dig into her lower lip. Will dragged his hand over the back of his head. “A’s going to be so annoying about this.” Tension disappeared. Melted faster than the snow was capable of, Belle’s teeth only appearing when she smiled that wide. “Because you think it worked, huh?”

“Working on that self-confidence, you see,” Will said, hovering on the bottom step and her lips were tingling. With anticipation and hope and the knowledge of how much a cab back uptown was going to cost him. 

He surprised her, of course. 

Flipping his wrist, Will’s fingers fluttered once. Silent invitation hung between them, and Belle didn’t think. Didn’t consider options or potential blow-ups, no sign of a pro and con list. It’d be weird to find one on her front step, anyway. 

She dropped her hand into his. 

Still warm, still capable of holding all of hers, the soft pull at the end of her arm didn’t stop until Will’s lips grazed her bent knuckles and stayed there. For the next eight seconds. She counted. Timed it up with the solid thud of her heart against her chest and the propensity of her knees to bend beneath her. In order to accommodate everything she was feeling. 

Too much. 

Not enough. 

“I had fun, ma moitié,” Will said, leaving her brain whirring for a translation. 

“This might be working.” He scrunched his nose when he nodded. “Smarter than I look, that’s why. Keep the shark guy nearby, he’ll make sure danger stays outside where it belongs.”

Belle wanted to say something. Wanted it to be cute and passably witty, enough that there would be a second date so she could be more stubborn, only her tongue wasn’t functioning and she was so close to falling over it was honestly embarrassing. 

Will’s eyebrows jumped again. 

Before he did. Off the steps and back to the waiting cab, taillights not much more than a reflection of snowflakes before Belle was scrambling for her phone. Her fingers shook a little. 

“Ma moitié, ma moitié, ma moitié,” she chanted. It turned into a gasp. As soon as Google returned with its translation. 

My half. 

Whatever sound tumbled out of her was neither cute nor entirely human, heart turning unstable again and the shark looked especially good sitting between the pillows of Belle’s bed. The same one she dropped onto with a laptop propped against her knees so she could figure out how the hell icing worked.