A/N: Oh hey guys, I accidentally started another chapter story. I swear I haven't forgotten about We're No Masterpiece, I'm just currently stuck on the multiple ways I want to take the next chapter since it'll focus more on Calder and Baelfire, thus making it a bit trickier to write. Anyways, I got this idea while I was sitting and marathoning OUAT with my dad the other day, who's never seen the show, and absolutely fell in love with it. I couldn't get the idea of Belle being this adorable YouTuber that Gold finds by accident out of my head. So I hope you guys like it as much as I do lol Thanks once again to Megan, Morgan, and Sammy for reading this over for me and being my lovely betas uwu I've also set the rating as explicit because of events that happen later and it's better to be safe now so I won't forget later on lol

Every Saturday afternoon, Calder Gold could always be found reading The Daily Mirror at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee, while his son spent his Saturday afternoons in the computer room. It was something Calder had grown accustomed to once he had transformed his small home office into their own makeshift computer room. He barely used the office room as it was, and figured he could give it a better purpose by turning it into a computer room that Baelfire or himself could use at their own leisure.

When a sudden knock on his front door threw Calder off. Rarely anybody stopped by the Gold household willingly for Calder, so he assumed it was someone for Baelfire, but even then it was an odd thing. The knocking continued to increase as Calder folded the newspaper on the kitchen table and made his way to the front door. Upon opening said front door, Calder wasn't too surprised that the person on the other side was Emma Nolan.

"Hey Mr. Gold, is Neal home?" she asked as she stuffed her hands into her red, leather jacket.

It was odd seeing Emma Nolan standing on his doorstep without his son standing next to her. Normally the two would hang out after school in the living room or over at the Nolan's, so it threw off Calder's Saturday routine of having her be here. Though he assumed it was a good thing she was here and could pull Baelfire away from the computer screen.

"Aye, dearie. I'll go get him for you."

Calder turned away from Emma, leaving her in the doorway, and headed toward the computer room where Baelfire had been since he got up. The walk wasn't too long, something Calder was thankful for since the computer room was on the first floor, and only down the narrow hall.

"Bae-" Calder said once he pushed the semi-open door wide enough to slip in through.

"Papa, it's Neal." Baelfire replied, not once taking his off of the computer screen.

The sudden name change that Baelfire had taken to recently was still a bit of a shock to Calder whenever his son would correct him. He was aware that his name was odd, though so was his own, but Calder had wanted to keep the tradition of the Gold family when Baelfire was born by giving their children strong, Celtic names due to their Scottish heritage. Calder was fully aware that none of the kids made fun of Baelfire for his name within Storybrooke, mostly in the fear that Calder could strike toward them or their parents, but he had a feeling that this sudden name change had to do with a certain friend of his.

"Right…" Calder shifted on his feet, recomposing himself before he spoke again. "Neal," Calder began, biting back the growing void, "what're you doing?"

"Watching a video."

"A video of what?"

"Nothing really."

"Well, if you keep sitting here and watching nothing, you'll miss Emma. Are you two working on a school project?" Usually Baelfire would tell him about these things before they happened, but he figured it slipped his mind with his upcoming school exams.

"...something like that." Baelfire replied.

"Ahh, is it something I can help you two with?"

"Nope, gotta go, papa."

Before Calder could respond, his son was rushing past him to the front door. A small chuckle came out of Calder, glad to see his son excited and off the computer, as he stepped into the computer room to shut down the still on computer. Calder planned on texting his son later to find out what he was doing and how long he was going to be out. If it had been anybody but Emma Nolan that came over to ask Baelfire to hang out with, Calder wouldn't have let Baelfire go so easily and made sure he knew all the details. The Nolan's girl was about the only child Calder trusted his son with so easily, her parents being good people who he sometimes didn't mind running into even though he would never openly admit it, and she seemed to get on well with his son.

He couldn't help but wonder why the sudden change in their normal Saturday routine went under his nose, but again Calder assumed that Baelfire was busy studying for exams that it had slipped his mind. When he reached the computer, curiosity overcame him as his eyes quickly gazed over the bright screen.

"What's this?" Calder muttered after he sat down in the desk chair.

On any other occasion Calder wouldn't be caught snooping on his son's privacy, despite how he prided himself on being an involved parent. Though when the chance cropped up where Baelfire forgot to close his internet tabs due to something distracting, Calder wasn't going to object to a little snooping. Of course he'd never let Baelfire know this, it was Calder's secret alone, and it wasn't like he called his son out on any of his internet browsing history when he did check up on him. He just wanted to make sure his son was being safe and responsible with his internet usage, and not keeping anything of importance away from him.

Calder's eyes scanned over the computer screen, trying to figure out what website his son was on, until he finally landed on the section with the video's information. YouTube, he read when his eyes landed on the red and white logo. It was a new site his son had been on recently and had overheard him talking about one day when he picked Emma and him up from school once when the two were doing homework at the Gold household. If Calder recalled correctly, the website was used as some kind of premise for people to talk about their own lives through videos, make short films or comedies, or simply film themselves playing video games. The whole idea didn't make much sense to Calder, he couldn't understand why people would film themselves doing those things for complete strangers, but he figured if it made his son happy he couldn't object unless he found a solid reason to do so.

As he looked at the video, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the girl within the small rectangle. She had beautiful dark, almost auburn, hair coupled with the most beautiful blue eyes Calder had ever seen. Those eyes were practically transfixing, begging anybody who looked into them to stop what they were doing to solely focus on them. Her complexion was milky white and was reflected by the bright lights she had pointed on her and looked as soft as peach fuzz. In total, she was breathtakingly beautiful in Calder's eyes. He had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his lifetime, let alone one as intriguing as the woman on the screen.

The instant he felt himself being drawn in, Calder dismissed the thoughts. This was some woman on the internet, alongside plenty of other women that were also on the internet, but there was something about her that kept nagging Calder to pay attention. His eyes moved down the screen as he looked for some context behind as to who the woman on the monitor was. The initial finding of said information took Calder a bit longer than he was willing to admit, but he was able to put a name, username in this case, to her face.

"Bookybelle…" he read aloud. "Kind of a cheesy name," he scoffed, "What Girls Like in Guys…. What in the hell is Bae watching?"

It wasn't that Calder was upset with his son watching someone on this website, a beautiful someone he might add, talking about subjects like this, but it was more so that his son was watching videos for advice on girls when his own father lived in the same household and was there to talk to. Sure he'd never had the best relationship with women, what with his first wife, Baelfire's mother, leaving them when she lost interest in Calder and being a mother in general, and his failed rebound relationship with Cora Mills, but he certainly knew how most women worked in theory and what they generally liked. It hurt his pride knowing his son didn't trust him enough to open up, considering Calder knew about his son's not-so-secret crush on the Charming's, the town's nickname for the Nolan family, daughter Emma, but he swallowed those thoughts for another day. Right now Calder was far more interested in what advice this Bookybelle was giving on what women liked so he could try and casually talk to Baelfire about it later if he didn't agree with this woman.

Calder's hand hovered over the computer's mouse hesitantly, he couldn't pinpoint where the sudden nervousness came from, and dragged the little white circle to the beginning of the video and clicked play.

"Hey Bookies!" the woman's cheerful voice said.

"Bookies? How ridiculous..." Calder muttered. If there was one thing Calder couldn't stand it was cheeky, cute gimmicks, and this woman had already hit the mark on that.

"Today I want to talk to you guys about what girls like in guys, or more so what I like in guys. I know these videos have been controversial lately, but I kept getting requests on Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr to do one so here we are."

"So you're subcomming to the demands of others then? This advice sounds promising." he scoffed.

"Alright," the woman on the screen began, but before she continued a 'warning' effect appeared over her and caused Calder to groan, "Again, what I'm focusing on here is what I generally like in guys since not everybody is the same, and you guys can take what you want from it. So, here we go."

Already a minute into this YouTube video, and Calder hoped that Baelfire hadn't taken any of this advice to help him out with wooing Emma Nolan.

"So, girls typically like it when guys treat them as actual people. Don't treat them like they're an object that you can easily throw away when you're done and have what you want."

Calder couldn't believe what he was watching, he admitted that the advice so far was already far better than what he initially had thought, because the woman on the screen was waving her hands around like a madwoman as the video went on. Whenever she talked her hands would fly up and exaggerate her points, and the more he watched her talk the more it chipped away at Calder's resolve. He had to admit that the woman was even more breathtaking as she talked about things she was passionate about, even when her accent, that he was just now noticing, sped up slightly while she talked.

"Another thing girls like is when you take actual interest in the things we like. It sucks when you're in a conversation with someone and they're obviously not interested in what you're saying, so why wouldn't you do the same for someone you like? Even if it's something you have no clue about, like oh I don't know makeup for example, at least make the effort to listen to her and ask questions on things you don't understand. If it's something she's passionate about, she's bound to explain it to you and be even more excited that you're taking interest in something she likes."

She had a good point, Calder thought. The woman, whom Calder assumed her name was Belle from the username and took to calling her that, actually had advice that he would've given to Baelfire himself. Calder was overall impressed, more than he originally thought, as he continued to listen to Belle.

At that moment it was then that her accent sunk into Calder. He hadn't been listening too much to it prior, more focused on what his son was gaining from these videos, and now that he had relaxed a bit the accent flowing from the computer speakers wormed its way into Calder's ears. She was obviously not from Maine originally, or the States in general, with an accent like that, Calder thought. Her accent was more of an Australian one the more he listened to her speak. The accent on top of her lower voice was like dripping honey, thickness mixed perfectly with sweetness.

"Alright Bookies, this is Belle signing off and saying read more books." she said, waving yet again to the screen, before she was replaced with a screen that led to her other videos.

The vocalization of hearing her speak her name, Belle, as Calder had already suspected, confirmed caused a stirring of emotions to well up in his stomach. Calder hadn't realized how close to the end of the video he had gotten to, distracted by just watching and listening to her and not absorbing her words, but he was curious to what other videos she had that he could watch. He told himself it was so he could make sure that Belle's videos didn't have any content that he should steer Baelfire from, but he knew deep down he was going to watch another one so he could hear her talk more.

The next one he clicked on, entitled Meet My Boyfriend, put a small damper on his heart. Which confused Calder because there was no way someone like her would even think of someone like him in that way, and she was just someone on the internet that probably lived nowhere near him. Calder shook his head as the video started up, opening in a similar fashion as the last one did, and lost himself as she spoke. That feeling was immediately interrupted though when her apparent oaf of a boyfriend spoke up.

"Yeah babe," he began, "your viewers are right. You should focus on doing more beauty tip vids because you're so hot."

"Gaston," she turned to face him, her face hard, "I like sticking with my book and advice videos though."

Calder internally gagged as he watched Gaston try and convince her to do whatever these beauty tip videos were. It made him swell with anger the more he tried to convince her, especially when he would poke her face or nose in what was apparently a cute action because Belle would giggle at them while still refusing. If the video was any longer than the two and a half minutes, Calder would've stopped watching then because he only wanted to watch Belle speak and not her big goon of a boyfriend.

Gaston wasn't even that attractive, he seemed to be lacking a brain, and Calder didn't want any more to do with him. It was obvious that Belle had in mind what she wanted to do in her videos, and Gaston wouldn't drop it. The fact in that alone was enough to make Calder's rage bubble. She doesn't deserve that, he thought bitterly as he clicked on a different video in haste. Calder hoped her boyfriend wouldn't be in this one as the page was loading.

The video started out just as the other two had, Belle's little intro cheerful as ever, though something was a bit off. Calder's eyes narrowed as she continued to speak, wanting to try and figure out what felt off before she got into the bulk of her video.

"Okay, so you guys were asking what happened to Gaston over Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr. Well, in short, we called it off because of a lot of factors that came into place and it just wasn't working out." Belle said.

Calder noticed a quick flash of sadness sweep over her eyes before she transitioned into what she was saying next. On one hand, Calder wanted to comfort her for whatever happened between the two, but on the other hand he wanted to jump for joy, as much as his bad leg would let him, around the computer room because Gaston wasn't in her life. Which was an odd feeling considering Calder had only watched three of her videos and he wasn't even sure if she lived in or near Storybrooke.

"It's alright though, if it was meant to be it would've happened. But on the plus side, I did go into Boston today and buy a bunch of things that I wanted to share with you!"

His ear instantly perked up at what Belle had just said. Boston, so she lives near here, Calder assumed. The odds of her living in Storybrooke were slim to none, let alone her even living close to a small town like Storybrooke, but Calder held onto that hope that she did. The town wasn't that big and Calder didn't pay close attention to many people in the town unless they had some kind of tie to him, so it wouldn't surprise him if Belle had slipped right past his vision if she in fact did live in Storybrooke.

"I don't leave Storybrooke too often because it's so lovely here and I can order anything I want from offline, but today was one of those days where you just have to take a mini day trip to a close by city and just shop."

Calder had to pause the video at that point, not believing what his ears had just heard. Belle actually lived in Storybrooke, this lovely woman who made videos for YouTube actually lived in the same town as him. Calder was thanking every deity he knew existed for whatever odds had lined up perfectly for this to happen. He swore that he'd let all his tenants have an extra week for their next rent payment if he was able to find her within the small town. Though he wasn't sure if at this point it was to thank Belle for the wonderful advice she had provided Baelfire with or for himself so he could actually get to know her. Whatever happened though, Calder was extremely giddy that she was in close vicinity of him.

As the video went on Calder felt himself craving more Belle. The growing need felt raw and animalistic the more he heard her talk about whatever it was in the video. The moment one video finished, Calder was automatically clicking another one. By the time Calder was on the tenth video of Belle's he was hooked. The more he watched, the more he fell in love with her and wanted to get to know her in Storybrooke instead of the internet. Yet he was also afraid of finding her in Storybrooke and talking to her. He was worried that she wouldn't be interested in either a friendship or a romantic relationship considering he was twice her age.

Calder wasn't even sure how to start a conversation with her if even did run into her. It's not like he could go right up to her and say he's watched her on YouTube and was currently going through the tedious setups for social media accounts solely to follow her in an attempt to be close with her in a virtual sense.

The whole notion in retrospect was ridiculous to Calder, but he couldn't stop himself. He craved her virtual presence like it was the air that filled his lungs. While he sifted through her Twitter feed, another concept he was familiar with from overhearing his son and Emma talk about it in the car, Calder smiled at her hundred forty character updates. The little quips and recommendations she made in the limited space alongside all the other updates she posted on various social sites only fueled the burning desire Calder was developing.

After Calder had signed up for all the same social media sites that Belle was on and watched all of her videos, reality set in. He looked down at the time on the computer's screen and his body stiffened. It had been six hours since he had started watching Belle's videos, Baelfire had been gone since twelve to hang out with Emma, and all he had done since then was practically internet stalk this poor woman. Though, for some reason, Calder didn't feel as sleazy as he thought he would once he put it into perspective. It wasn't like he was going to actually track her down in Storybrooke, though he had considered it for a fleeting moment, and only wanted to have more of her presence in his life.

"Papa, I'm home."

Baelfire's voice startled Calder, and threw him into a panic of shutting down all the tabs that had social media sites opened on them.

"Papa, where are you?"

"Uh, I'm in the computer room Ba-Neal." Baelfire's name change still pained Calder, but not as much this time when he said it. Within a few moments, leaving no time for Calder to over think things again, Baelfire stuck his head in the small computer room.

"What are we doing for dinner?" Baelfire asked after he stuck his head through the open door.

Calder turned to face his son, thankful for the distraction from internet stalking Belle. "Well my boy, what sounds good to you?"

"Can we order pizza?"

"Sure, Bae."

"Papa, I want to be called Neal." His son's face looked a little annoyed, but Calder tried to hide the small disappointment that crept into his heart through a smile.

"I know, but you'll always be Baelfire to me." Calder replied.

"Whatever," Baelfire said, "is it okay if Emma stays for dinner?"

"I don't see why not, Bae."

"Thanks, papa."

Baelfire smiled before running back to the living room, Calder assumed he was telling Emma she could stay longer, and smiled in turn. Once Calder was sure his son was back in the living room, he turned back to the computer. A sigh slipped past his lips as he pulled the internet browser up and typed in the address for YouTube. He was instantly met with Belle's face again after going to her channel profile and felt a dopey smile spread across his face. This internet crush was beginning to grow out of hand, especially since he knew they both lived in the same town after watching her videos, and Calder didn't know where he stood on the grounds of pursuing his feelings when he clicked on a random video of hers to watch again.

"Hey Bookies!"