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To whoever made Colin bald in the artwork, I am kissing you on the lips and pledging my lifelong servitude
#the epitome of his just some guy-ness#he really is soggy dad bod of a man whose middle life crisis was leaving his hot boss to play reluctant nurse to an insane eighty year old#the artwork is so good the armor especially it looks fantastic#dimension 20#the ravening war#d20#d20 ravening war#colin provolone#sir colin provolone
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I was thinking in random hcs? Maybe your thoughts about the character? something general? Nothing like nsfw stuff, 'cause it’s all what this fandom have lol
Sure, how 'bout some relationship headcanons! And some character headcanons. Basically, what I believe he would be like in a relationship. At least, the more positive side of being with him. He's a goofy guy, and people take him wayyy too seriously.
Eats food like he's in a competitive eating contest. Consumes enough to feed a small village—your grocery bill might just fund a lunar mission. Don't throw a fit, though; Mr. Riley's mission is to ensure your wallet stays plump at all times. He's a provider through and through.
Transforms into a human fortress at the mere hint of trouble. If someone dares hurt you, Mr. Riley becomes Mr. Ghost in the fraction of a second. And trust me, taking a hit from him is like receiving a love tap from a freight train, minus the love.
Navigates family gatherings like a penguin on roller skates. His military background remains a classified mystery, and his family tales are as fictional as a unicorn on vacation. American relatives? They're convinced he's the next NFL sensation, begging him to join their backyard football league. Spoiler alert: he's more of a brick wall than wide receiver.
Master of the unexpected headlock, coupled with a smirk that screams, "You wouldn't be able to get outta this if you tried your best." Yes, he's a bit of an asshole, but he's your asshole.
Enormous nerd alert. Chuckles at his own jokes. No, he's not ashamed of that.
His humor is on a level of sophistication that revolves around fart and poop jokes. He's not afraid to assert his dominance with a fart, maintaining eye contact for that extra level of charm. Try throwing a pillow his way, and he'll throw it back with the force of a thousand sun's (may have broken your glasses once).
He's British—like, sipping-tea-in-the-rain-with-the-Queen British. The epitome of Brit-ness in a world filled with brits. Probably has a secret stash of crumpets somewhere.
Experienced a growth spurt at eleven that defied the laws of gravity. Shot up from 5'1" to a towering 6'4" by the time he graduated.
His taste buds are stuck in the bland era. Thinks anything spicier than salt is equivalent to summoning fire-breathing dragons. Pepper in his food? Cue him giving you vicious side eye. Introduce any other spice, and he'll act like you're conducting a culinary assassination. Consider yourself warned—he takes his seasoning very seriously. But he'll still eat your food, with a side of milk, of course.
Love Language: Fluent in acts of service and physical touch. To unlock level 10, you'll need a lot of patience, kindness, and understanding. Once you get there, anything you request, he'll do—no complaints, just a casual acceptance of his fate, like a loyal sidekick in a superhero movie.
His commitment is so strong; he'd probably agree to build a rocket to the moon if you asked. He'd do whatever it takes to make sure you get what you want.
Always keeping a hand on the nape of your neck in crowds—part protective gesture, part GPS system. It's his way of ensuring you don't accidentally take yourself off a cliff.
I have so many more ideas.
#cod mw2#mw2 x reader#mw2#cod mw3#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#cod ghost#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#mw2 headcanons
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Round 3, Group A: Matchup 2
Hiroshi Satou vs Tracey Sketchit
Reasons for being generic + Propaganda below
Hiroshi Satou
Reasons:
His whole thing in the series is being the most average, normal guy ever. His grades, height, weight, and bathroom time are all canonically 100% average.
The whole point of his character is that he is exactly average in everything. Looks, personality, even his friend group is exactly average.
not only does he look like that but the show is a comedy anime that uses a lot of stereotypes and his is "normal guy." he influences some plot events with the power of his average luck
quite literally the most average guy ever. every single thing about him is perfectly average
literally everything about him is average. like literally everything. his grades, his appearance. even the amount of time he uses the bathroom. its his entire character
His whole bit is that he’s Perfectly Average. Down to his weight and height. On his wiki page his only listed ability is “normalcy.” His name is derived from the Japanese equivalent of John Doe. The main character is obsessed with him/has a crush on him because he is so so normal and that’s what Saiki wants most
The main character of this show, who stands out against his will, admires Satou Hiroshi for being perfectly average in every way, and "blandness personified." "He is completely average in everything he does. His grades, height, and weight are exactly average. Down to the millisecond, Hiroshi is timed to have the exact average times for the PE evaluation. He is also noted to go to the bathroom for the average amount of time and use the average amount of toilet paper." Basically, he is written to be the most generic guy possible.
From the wiki: "He is the epitome of an ultimate normal guy... Someone who has boring name, common appearance, average in brains and body and has no single quality to stand out. He blends into the background, so the other characters tend to lose sight of him"
Propaganda:
The main character likes him because of how normal and average he is. Also he is just a nice guy
He is the most average man in existence. He even poops for the exact average amount of time. This is the most generic background character to ever exist.
it’s literally a plot point in the show that he’s completely generic guys. he’s perfect for this
Being normal is literally his bit, c’mon guys
The whole point of his character is how boringly normal he is. The main character is super jealous because he doesn't want to stand out
Tracey Sketchit
Reasons:
He has a very "just some guy" vibe, spending most of his time as a background character quietly observing after his 30ish episodes as a main character. Former head writer Takeshi Shudo himself once said on his blog that he thought Tracey didn't have a strong enough personality. Appearance-wise, Tracey has dark hair and brown eyes and doesn't stand out all that much.
He is literally *just* a guy. The best guy, but just a guy. A little dude, little fella. The guy ever.
Tracey is an incredibly sweet respectful king who got sidelined by the anime. It’s so sad because he loves drawing and research and pokemon, but he barely got any screentime 😔 I think he’s a wholesome fun character and he deserves more love!!
Propaganda:
Despite the fact that large swathes of the fandom either give him flak for being "boring" or completely forget about his existence, to the point that people also meme about his forgotten-ness, he has persisted. He went 17 years without a single line of dialogue due to his expensive seiyuu and then finally got to speak again in the final episode of Ash's story. He has 12 fans but we are dedicated and we are proud and we adore this sweet boy.
Tracey is king. Respects women, stays in his lane, draws pokemon. What’s not to love???
#generic anime boy bracket#saiki k#the disastrous life of saiki k#hiroshi satou#satou hiroshi#tracey sketchit#pokemon#pokemon anime
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Hiii 💜
I have been wondering : since all members are down baaaaaad for reader, how would you rank them from least whipped to most whipped and why? ( hotel California)
Have a nice day / night ☀️☁️🌛
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I feel like a most to least would be for of misleading since they’re all down bad for you, and saying one is the ‘least’ isn’t quite true. Certainly, some of them are more obvious about it than the others, and some of them are a little better at rationalizing with themselves about things, but they’re all truly whipped for you in the end. That being said, though, here's the list!
Most obvious about being whipped for you
Honestly, in first place, it would have to be a tie between both San and Wooyoung. Both of them are complete simps when it comes to you, so they each toe the line of being the biggest simp every day. Sometimes it’s San with how often his thoughts are consumed by you, him ready and willing to drop everything and anything at the slightest notice in order to provide for you whatever it is you need. Wooyoung, on the same note, is always one thought away from literally being attached at your hip. If he could, he’d never leave your side, that way he could always be the one to get you whatever it is you need right away. You say jump, they’re already in the air. Literally fluff balls that are; all they want to do is please you.
One who is extremely whipped for you but may not immediately look it is Yeosang. Boy is the literal definition of silent but deadly. Sure, he may look like he’s brooding in the corner, but the instant you start thinking of him, or of something you may need, he’s right there, a soft smile painting his features and doing everything in his power to get you what you want. He thinks playing the ‘mysterious tough guy’ act will make you like him more, but he’s really not that slick. His eyes reveal everything.
The next one is is quite literally right behind Yeosang in terms of simp-ness is Mingi. Literally the epitome of ‘no thoughts, head empty, only you’ at all times. Can and will start giggling like a little school girl with the largest smile on his face whenever you compliment him, or choose him as your favourite. Also another who would do anything you asked of him, within reason, of course. Then again, which one of them wouldn’t?
Another two who are essentially on the same level are Seonghwa and Jongho. Each of these men have a little more self consciousness to not quite show just how ready and willing they are to serve you, but it still wouldn’t take much at all to get them to their knees. Jongho can get into moods which his brothers have affectionately labelled “excessive simp mode” which basically means he becomes worse than Mingi in terms of having brain rot about you. Also turns into a giggling, giddy mess whenever this happens. Seonghwa, on the other hand, is pretty consistent about his simping tendencies, but he has to appear ‘cool and collected’ in front of you. At least he’s better at maintaining that composure than Yeosang is.
Then comes Hongjoong. Don’t get me wrong, this man is a complete simp for you. However, as the leader, he has to attempt to have some sense of control - over his thoughts, his emotions, the others. So if he’s going to be keeping a level head (and his sanity in tact), he has to be able to maintain some composure. He can’t always give in to you (even if he wants to), he’s got to keep things interesting some how. Though, can he ever really say no to you? No. No, he can’t.
Last, but certainly not least, the one who is the best at maintaining his composure around you is Yunho. He may not be a simp to the extent of San or Wooyoung, but don’t get me wrong, this man is still whipped for you, none-the-less. He just expresses it in a different way. Yes, he still can and will get you anything and everything that you may need or want, but he’d rather be the one to talk about you to others and make them jealous of what they can never have. Literally will not shut up about you whenever he starts talking about you to anyone, even his brothers (though they never mind, they do it, too). Yunho is also more of the type to express his feelings through his art, so there are many pictures dedicated to you. You are his muse, and the star of his entire collection. Pose for him, sometime, will you?
Again, I feel weird saying the ‘least’ whipped, so it’s more like the least obvious about it.
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I’d like a tour of the Courage of Ages Links, please!
Lemme just preface this by saying I LOVE QUESTIONS LIKE THIS THANK YOU!! I think I made a post like this awhile ago, but it needed to be updated so this gives me an excuse to
And now a very very long list of Links :D
Cloud — Skyward Sword Link, he’s a nice guy at first glance but has an exceptional ability to go from pleasant to terrifying in about two seconds flat. Has some white streaks in his hair from channeling Demise’s lightning, and his eyes are a little extra bright during storms. Married his Zelda less then a week ago, he’s rather upset his honeymoon got interrupted.
Mini — Minish cap Link, he’s the youngest of the crew at 10 (and a half). Polite and pretty mature for his age, he’s like the epitome of “small but mighty”. He’s horribly superstitious though, and has a mighty fear dislike of cats.
Kaleidoscope — original Four Swords Link, he got nicknamed after the way the colors in his eyes shift around and swirl, kinda like a kaleidoscope. He’s a quiet guy and keeps to himself, but he’s also a great listener when he’s not having... issues. The seamster of the group, he usually ends up darning everyone’s socks.
Sprite — Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask (and sorta Hyrule Warriors) Link, he puts on a grumpy face but is actually a pretty sweet kid underneath. He’s on this little adventure with a mix of intense annoyance and grim acceptance. He thought he was done with time travel shenanigans, this’ll be the FOURTH TIME—
Gloam — Twilight Princess Link, he’s the big brother of the group, maybe is a little overprotective of the younger Links. Calls pretty much everyone younger then him “puppy” as well. He’s a huge animal lover, he’s almost always got a hawk on his arm or a cat or dog following him. Misses Epona, but knows Ilia is taking good care of her (also misses Ilia. Never takes off her charm).
Light — Four Swords Adventures Link, one of his eyes is red and blue, the other is green and violet, and his mood sometimes swings a bit sporadically. Despite all this he’s a great team player, and he’s definitely in his element having all these other fighters to work with. Really hates being alone.
Windy — Windwaker and Phantom Hourglass Link, he’s got a big mischievous streak and is very upbeat. His big brother-ness make him worry sometimes about the younger Links, but he’s not that old himself so he tries not to be overbearing. Rough-and-tumble, but he’s actually pretty polite despite being a pirate (it’s his grandma’s fault).
Spirit — Spirit Tracks Link, he’s not exactly the greatest fighter, his strength lies more in, well, trains. That isn’t to say he can’t fight, but he doesn’t prefer it, and injuries bother him a lot. Likes drawing and tinkering with stuff, the sheikah technology in botw fascinates him. He can see ghosts without any aid and is very close with First.
Hibiscus — A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages/Seasons, and Link’s Awakening Link, he’s definitely the most experienced of everyone, seems way older than 18. Won’t admit it but Koholint screwed him up, enough that he was in a really bad place for a while (maaaybe kinda still is). He’s also a really good medic, one of the best out of the Links, and adapts very well to new skills.
Hue — A Link Between Worlds and Tri Force Heroes Link, he’s got an outfit for every occasion. Literally. Any occasion. His red and blue link buddies convinced him to dye his hair green and he maybe regrets it a little but it’s mostly grown out anyway. He’s a blacksmith apprentice like Mini, and likes making blades as useful and stylish as his clothes.
Brownie — The Legend of Zelda and Adventure of Link Link, (heh) he’s a little anxious, kinda paranoid, but a really good fighter with both magic and blade, and knows a lot more then the others might think. Tends to get underestimated due to his appearance but he’s the most magically powerful of all of them.
Era — Hyrule Warriors Link, sort of the leader, he seems like he’s got it the most together (he does not) but he’s good at faking it. It’s what got him through the war anyway. Technically the oldest only by a year or two, he may or may not have adopted Sprite during the war and is kinda the dad of the group (oh no shoot shoot when did that happen—). He’s got a weird relationship with compliments and his appearance.
Slate — Breath of the Wild Link, he’s quiet, but cheerful. Sometimes gets caught up in his head which can end badly, (even worse if he gets stuck in a memory) but he’s trying. Crazy good archer, and master of silent movement, when he’s not trying to be quiet he’s nearly always quietly humming some tune or other. Also loves food with a passion.
First — Link from the manga at the end of Hyrule Historia, First is a ghost. He’s not quite sure how he’s here. Also Spirit is the only person who can see him and actually knows he’s here. He’s actually okay with only Spirit seeing him, and he’s able to do a few things to help out (fight ghost enemies). Has a distinct sort of sadness about him though, and Spirit wishes he wasn’t dead and could hug him. He seems like he could use it.
#it’s hard summing these guys up in only a paragraph#but I did my best#if you want specifics about anything just shoot me an ask!#answers from the floor#anon#courage of ages#all the coa links#save#link#legend of zelda au
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Tagged by the one and only @downton-not-downtown-smh thank u bae
10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags
1. Pierre Bezukhov - Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812
Hey, my sideblog is the named after him for nothing. Multiple mental illnesses + friend shaped + voice of an angel = Ultimate comfort character
2. Dirk Gently - Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency
Whats with me and all these fandoms with long ass names? Watch this show, read this book, solve this mystery. My heart resides in this British freak of nature <3. Everything is connected!
3. Jude Duarte - The Folk of the Air series
She’s from a book, so i got no gifs of her. But she really is the definition of Support Womens rights and also Womens Wrongs. She means everything and more to me
4. Shawn Spencer - Psych
hes just a FUNNY LITTLE GUY!! Literally i think i watched too much of this show as a kid and absorbed his humor as my personality. Shawn, if you’re here with me in the room now, i love you king keep on keepin on
5. Annabeth Chase - The Lightning Thief
Yes, this is specific to the musical version if her character. No, i will not take criticism for that. I love her here in all her aro-ace ness. Next question
6. Jack Skellington - The Nightmare Before Christmas
Hey king!! Sorry sorry sorry Hey *Pumpkin King! We love a man who can own up to his mistakes in song <3
7. Elizabeth Bennet - Pride and Prejudice
AAA my girl my main squeeze. I’d kill and die for you. I’d start a book club just to hear your thoughts on it. You mean everything to me im sorry about what enemies to lovers did to you and darcy
8. Abed Nadir - Community
They do you so dirty, ragging on you about how you’re not living in a tv show. I see you though. I know you deep in my soul. #andamovie
9. Marta Cabrera - Knives Out
A queen, a girlboss, the main event. You are helpful even when you know you shouldn’t be, and you are the epitome of goodness. AND you’re a badass. Marry me now
10. Fox Mulder - The X-Files
This list is dangerously on the verge of leaving comfort characters and becoming some kinnie shit (a concept I don’t yet understand, okay, give me a break). This dude is me. He’s also aro-ace, he’s a mystery solver, he makes stupid jokes, he likes the spooky. Fox, you slay
Tagging: @sushi-salsa-squirrel @riotgrrrrill @acesophiewalten @peaked-in-third-grade @dreadful-windandrain @pamesjatterson @reanimationstation @ahrileinchen @cold-egg @anarchyarsoneldritchabomination have fun!
#tag games#kap tag#pierre bezukhov#great comet#dirk gently#dghda#shawn spencer#psych#jack skellington#tnbc#jude duarte#tfota#the cruel prince#annabeth chase#tltm#elizabeth bennet#pride and prejudice#abed nadir#community#marta cabrera#knives out#fox mulder#the x files#thoughts from the dumpster
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SPN S1E7 liveblog for Some Goddamn Reason
this one is called "hook man" so it's clearly about Megan Whalen Turner's hit fantasy series "The Queen's Thief"
if this hook man was only killmurdering shitty guys who don't listen when you say "no" I would say he's the hero of the episode. however I suspect this girl is also doomed. oh wait shit no she survived! okay hook man did nothing wrong actually <3
okay... besties. my silly little boys. why are your cover stories SO bad. med students? what if they had asked you ONE (1) medical question. and now fraternity brothers? do you know ANYTHING about this frat???
I love the moment where you can SO visibly see Sam thinking about dumping a bucket of purple paint over Dean's head. I feel like Jared was a little wooden in the first few eps but his emoting is already reading a lot better to me
yanno, Supernatural looks really... pretty? if that's the right word? in these eps? I believe I read that the first few seasons were filmed on actual film and I wonder if that's why
never mind, we don't stan hook man anymore, he is a misogynist who killmurders sex workers
so true bestie we stan a king who recognizes that intelligence comes in many forms and does not require approval/recognition from an institution that is rooted in just about every kind of bigotry <3 I've seen some GREAT meta on how Dean is also very smart
BUSTED! acab but it cracks me up whenever they get caught by the authorities--at least now, when I know the stakes are a bit lower. also the PERFECT whiny brother tone of Dean complaining that Sam was the one with the gun lmaooo
yeah I was kinda expecting the roommate (a Black woman who is presented as a "party girl" to contrast with the good and modest white woman--basically the EPITOME of Someone Who Will Die On Supernatural) would die. augh. I really don't remember if they get better about this (racism + misogyny manifesting especially in who the writers kill/treat badly) or not, but I remember it being BAD in earlier seasons.
one thing that's annoying me a little--and this is broader, I see it in a lot of fiction--is that Dean is being presented as A Pretty Good Liar. in this ep he manages to talk the two of them out of trouble REALLY gracefully. but so far when we've seen him lying on screen it's looked incredibly, well, bad. it looks like he's lying. and I know they're kinda doing that to telegraph to viewers that he's lying, but also we generally... know the truth? he could be lying much more fluently and it would still work. and this isn't just spn! a LOT of fiction that I see does this and it's so annoying. just SHOW them being good at lying!
...I was expecting that I would have basically NOTHING to say about this episode And Yet
lmao Dean turns and sees Sam climbing a building and doesn't even look surprised, just instantly gives him a boost. peak Winchester behavior <3
was ozone for spirits always a thing and I just forgot/missed it or are they suddenly introducing it to us and pretending we always knew?
SO STRONGLY relating to Sam in this moment. this (partying) was also not my college experience. pretty sure I've said this in the EXACT same tone with the EXACT same awkward facial expression.
the reveal that the hook man is, like, doing what Lori unconsciously wants him to do makes the Roommate Murder even WORSE with the racist/sexist implications imo
ALSO feeling weird about the implications of the guy's like. actual prosthetic. being his murder weapon/the focus of his evil-ness etc. btw according to a quick google search, that fire probably shouldn't be able to melt the silver.
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Hi! Say, do you have any more headcanons on Luke being Mandalorian bait? That OS was HILARIOUS.
It must be said: Jedi are Mandalorian bait. It is like Jedi were made for Mandalorians. Is it a coincidence that Obi-Wan is so beautiful and shippable with a Mandalorian (Satine/Jango/Cody)? I THINK NOT.
Luke himself is even MORE perfect of Mandalorian bait because he fits almost every type a Mandalorian may want.
Badass warrior: This is obvious...Luke is THE Jedi. He is an efficient warrior who can turn into hardcore killer mode if necessary. He can from graceful to feral given the situation and he does it well. Hand to hand, weapons, power...he'll fight and fight well, beautiful even. Terrifyingly beautiful. Most Mandalorians will see him and go "well mark me down as scared and horny." which is just the epitome of Mandalorian type.
Feral idiot: Luke loves speed, he loves flying with flips, he wants to race and jump off things and doing something ridiculous whenever he can with an eager expression on his face. He's (nicely) competitive and is ready to face any moronic challenge that comes his way. Oh you wanna play chicken with a speeder to the edge of a cliff? YA BET YO ASS, LET'S GO BOY.
Big softie: Luke is Good Boy(TM). He saved the galaxy from being kind and forgiving and soft. He is the sweetest thing the Force has produced in ages. He is all warm and smiles and patient and a good listener. He is willing to give hugs and words of encouragement and compliments (and there are some egos in the Mandalorian culture, so this is niiiiice). He would fit some old fashion or people with specific kinks of wanting a housewife because he goes from warrior to someone who could wear a apron and do domestic stuff well.
Kinks: I'm pretty sure that Luke is open to so many kinks. Or he just fits into so many fantasy kinks for anyone looking at him (innocent kink, slutty kink, pregnant/breeding kink, homemaker kink, feral warrior kink, etc. etc.) he is probably a sex symbol in the Mandalorian culture because he can easily fit whatever fantasy they come up with. You know how so many people are over Pedro/Din on Tumblr? That's the Mandalorians to Luke.
Good with kids: Back to the big softie, sweetheart, light of everyone's life...kids love him. He wants to be a teacher and he's great at it. He is so soft and parental and warm and gentle (but also fun and can be energetic and loud) that kids can flock to him for fun. He is big on adoption and making children smiling.
Looks: Luke is a beauty. He's tiny but toned, has some soft points to him (tummy ❤️) but his arms are sexy warrior like, not to mention his waist and ass. Then there is his face which makes many do a double-take. He's beautiful with some masculine edge that, again, opens up a possibility for anyone to find what they like in his looks. (his tiny-ness also hits well to a lot of Manalorians who like to feel big)
Personality: Luke is funny, he's bright, he's a quick learner with a sarcastic wit to him, he likes to debate and spar but really likes quiet moments between him and those he cares about, he's a leader but can follow so well (coughSUBcough), he is so focused on family, respectable of tradition and other cultures but is very open to change and learning something new...
The guy is PERFECT and any Mandalorian will see it, and though not all want him people even like Bo-Katan would nod and go, "not bad."
He is meant for a Mandalorian and he may unintentionally do a Helen of Troy and cause a war for his hand in marriage (it probably wouldn't last cause his god-like power would step in and get everyone to stop.)
If Luke just walked down a Mandalorian street he'd be followed after like that comic of those mind-readers finding Luke like catnip. He'd be all confused with these warriors surrounding him and flirting/seducing or just wanting to talk and touch and get him things.
Din (or Boba, Paz, or all of them) are just sulking and fuming. But they can't say anything cause they're 100% the same.
#luke skywalker#luke is mandalorian bait#owl inbox#dinluke#bobaluke#pazluke#mandalorian/luke#star wars
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Hello! I was wondering if you had any favorite cheap kpop mvs? Ones like gr8u where they used an intresting trick or idea to make the mv stand out despite the lack of budget.
HI HELLO AGAIN THIS IS AN INCREDIBLE QUESTION THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!
okay okay okay. so there's a bit of a scale i'm gonna operate on here, because there's some pretty large gaps in between what i would consider 'cheap' for specific groups vs like, actual monetary cost and access to resources and stuff like that. i've separated these out into a couple of categories, because i could and to make some more distinctions. i'm judging a lot of this based on expense in terms of set, because that's generally where you're going to sink the most cost. if you want custom sets of any kind you have to have 1) the space to put the sets (a studio/warehouse), 2) the people to design the sets, 3) the materials to make the sets, and 4) the people to build the sets, which all is going to cost you. i'm also likely forgetting ones here but there's a lot of kpop mvs in the world and my memory sucks.
ok to start off, some flops (complimentary):
hair short - wings : unironically this is one of my fave songs+mvs from this era, it has such a creative premise and it's so smart and i'm sad we never got anything else from them.
annie - toppdogg : toppdogg mvs were never particularly expensive, but this one is really restricted, literally. also they get bonus points for being the only group to ever find a way to integrate the members' names into the mv without it being obnoxious.
baby i'm sorry - myname : one of the best story mvs of all time. i don't think this one was actually that cheap because there's a lot of actors but it likely had very little physical production costs because it's all shot on location and it's probably only shot with a handheld camera. there is actually choreography and styling for this and it's very inexplicably 2013.
she - vromance : i'm pretty sure they shot this mv with 12 dollars and a piece of lint and technically i think star is a more interesting mv with better thought and planning but idk. there's something about she that i think is very charming and i forgive the low budget-ness of it just for the fact that it's so wholesomely cute.
"it's just a guy hanging out":
2 kids - taemin : i know taemin would rather forget that 2 kids exists but genuinely it's one of my favourite mvs of his and hot take it's one of his best. it is the epitome of low budget stealth filming with maximum impact; he filmed this and the think of me mv in the off time he was in paris while he was on tour with superm, and the exhaustion and bitterness and sadness and remorse in this really shine. it perfectly captures that watery feeling of being awake for the dawn during a bender. taemin actually does so well with these smaller scale atmospheric mvs but they tend to be underappreciated; see day and night.
after we ride - brave girls : 99% of this is shot on location in mostly public + outdoor areas but the mv really rides on the performances of the girls and the skills of the editor and cinematographer, who really knocked it out of the park in terms of establishing the atmosphere. this has some really really phenomenal colour grading that gives everything that high sheen 'neon lights reflecting on a wet street' look that really amps up the feeling.
-> sub-genre: pandemic bottle mvs
mayday - crush : maybe the most iconic pandemic mv, which also purposefully looks inexpensive due to the camera equipment and editing techniques.
lazy - woosung : really clean colour palette and i love the integration of the feature, as well as the styling change at the last chorus. i can't remember if this made it onto my best of 2021 list in the end but it was in my runners up for a while.
down - a.c.e : one of the best things about a.c.e is their creative directors and designers, who are frankly incredible at their jobs, because they can stretch a shoestring budget and make it look so good. it was kinda tough to pick just one mv from their catalogue but i settled on down because it's all shot in a single location in one day and really utilizes the vertical format in a way that i've seen few mvs do. runner up is changer, which was shot somehow somewhere during the promos for higher, which holy shit they were so busy last summer.
unusually small budget for a big 3:
view - shinee : view changed the kpop mv game. this isn't case of low budget because no budget, this is a case of concept that doesn't play out to be very expensive to produce. by shooting everything on location (including the dance sequences) min hee jin took the money that would have gone to set building and used to pay more for location (it's shot in malaysia) and for better and more unusual editing than kpop had really seen at the time.
1of1 - shinee : again, this was all about style, and the main feature of this is absolutely the clothing. otherwise it's quite literally just filmed in a white box.
i want you - shinee : there were FOUR mvs shot for tsol and they all are absolutely fantastic. i wouldn't say any of them are cheap but i want you is shot primarly in a single studio space and on a greenscreen, so it's not the most expensive of the bunch. countless is also filmed on a single set, but i think i want you shows a much more effective use of style (even though i do love countless). i've talked about tsol before and as a full work it's one of the best kpop comebacks of all time.
blooming day - exo cbx : she's an icon. every minimalist colour pop kpop mv thinks it's blooming day and guess what? there's only one blooming day. in this case similarly to view, it isn't about a lack of budget and instead it's that the concept itself does not require a huge amount of expensive spectacle.
breath + last piece - got7 : i'm putting these together as a double feature because they were filmed back to back on the same sets and although they are not cheap by any means, since these are custom sets, but comparatively (to other jype mvs) both of these have very low production value and a high economy of shots. i remember watching these at release and actually going 'oh these are cheap....???'. however, despite being limited to these twoish locations these are very well filmed and there's a lot of very good editing here that makes them interesting.
call me baby - exo : maybe the least expensive exo mv but also one of the best. i know there's supercars but those are definitely rented and there's a grand total of three locations (and two of them are empty warehouse/studio spaces). i really like this mv because of that absolutely ripping intro with kai/baekhyun/xiumin/suho/sehun in the car, and it shows a really strong consistent creative direction that makes it look more expensive than it is.
not necessarily cheap but very good use of a gimmick:
goosebumps - onf : ENTIRELY greenscreened!!!!!!! we moved on TOO fast from this and we need to talk about it more!!! beautiful beautiful was predominently vfx but goosebumps took it to a new level. other than a few shots in a white box this mv is built entirely by a vfx team and that is neither that cheap or fast but it is a FEAT.
skinz - onlyoneof : i wrote a post about skinz here and i'm sticking to my guns about this being one of the most interesting mvs released this year so far.
gr8u - vixx : great gimmick, 10/10. honestly most vixx mvs are pretty low budget and i think this is in the middling bit but it still counts.
take over - do hanse : this is all shot in the same black box studio with a single projector screen. i'm not joking. the director of this mv is insanely smart and very good at getting bang for their buck, so i bet you that the most money went towards hiring the horse and neonmilk, probably.
rain to be - onewe : they sacrificed a whole bunch of equipment in order to film this and that's why it's not a particularly cheap mv, but it was quite literally shot all in a single session in a single location, which is more restricted than 90% of most kpop mvs. and yes i know onewe is a kband but i literally think about this mv like once a week.
fantasy - fei : another vfx heavy mv that is supremely effective. it's obviously got funding behind it but it's got quite a restricted scope that makes it feel as close quartered as it is.
face id - epik high : epik high are very good at high impact mvs with limited scales and their two from last year are both soooooo good. they were both on my best of 2021 list so i'm not gonna go into a lot of detail but face id in particular really works that gimmick good.
i'm tempted to put a couple of jackson's solo mvs here, because his mvs are very very good for being limited in funds (as he's paying for them himself) and he's really good at capturing specific styles and feels (lmly and pretty please with that 80s/90s hong kong cinema feel) but they're not technically kpop so i'll settle for just mentioning them here at the end.
#i meant what i said in that exo ask about how sm does NOT want to pay money for mvs#i was genuinely surprised by the last got7 mvs like those were SO cheap for jype i still marvel at it#kpop questions#fave posts#kpop mvs are SO expensive and a lot of them follow such an obvious formula#so this was actually a bit more challenging than i expected#there was originally a lot more in the 'its just a guy' category like most eric nam mvs and b.i's illa illa#but ultimately i cut them in favour of yes theyre fun but they're not really saying much beyond what i have in the category already#OH luna's free somebody mv is also pretty inexpensive and fun#answers#text#gunwoo standing centre stage and wailing those adlibs in his leather skirt >>>>>#me watching call me baby and yelling 'WHY ITS GREASED LIGHTNING!!!!' at the chorus
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Best and Worst Takes on the Lannister Three?
Lol so I’m gonna go with my fave and least fave takes on each because I don’t wanna be like ‘get the best takes here’ but anyway
CERSEI
Least Fave: I think any take that argues Cersei’s acting for her family or for the love of her children. She’s honestly the epitome of ‘I did it for me’ and that’s something I wish more writers would embrace with female villainy, instead of whipping out the uterus card every the time jesus fucking christ
Fave: Okay this isn’t a take this is more just me thinking aloud but anyway I’m thinking about how Cersei’s kind of fucking lonely. Reading her chapters, it rarely feels like she connects with anyone, and that’s part of her downfall, she can’t fathom anyone else’s way of thinking and won’t let anyone in on hers. I think she kind of lets Taena in, like Taena even gets to hear about Maggy’s prophecy. I think the thought that Taena might understand and relate her on some level genuinely pleases her and gives her real comfort… but I’m also so sure Taena is a spy lol and I actually wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the last straw for her? Or something
JAIME
Least Fave: ‘Jaime’s addicted to Cersei’ has gotta be the worst lmao. The twins’ relationship is fascinating and honestly one of my fave things to talk about and GRRM’s steady deconstruction of it is SO GOOD… but to swap out all of that for ‘yeah he’s just addicted lads’ is uh, pathetic
Fave: Idk I live and breathe Jaime takes but lately I have been v into the whole ‘Jaime and House Lannister’ discourse running in circles round my own goddamn head, which is something about Jaime’s complete disinterest in his House and all it stands for and very self-conscious and performative nature of his Lannister-ness and how he’s honestly the least Lannister of all three of the kids and some day I’m gonna write that for me if no-one else… but it’s one in the morning so maybe another time
TYRION
Least Fave: I’m not gonna lie, besides the general ableist vitriol, I don’t actually see all that many takes on Tyrion?? He mainly just gets sidelined in most analyses, particularly endgame ones, like he doesn’t have the most POVs of everyone lmao. So I guess I really don’t like the takes that Tyrion is anything less than a main character who will actually have things to do. Spoilers, Tyrion rides a dragon, GRRM told me in a dream
Fave: Tyrion’s not a young Tywin, he’s the guy Tywin fucking wishes he was. Tywin can navigate the privileged world he was born into and the battlefield he was raised for, but honestly the guy has very little sense of the long-term and his family’s learning that now. Meanwhile, Tyrion’s a chameleon who can adapt to just about any setting you drop him in, find allies and make his way up, and I think he has a far better sense of the long-term - worth comparing his and Tywin’s differing attitudes to the North and how to manage that threat. Tywin is a Tyrion wannabe, Genna should’ve told him THAT
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Be Mine
Summary: Sam and Dean agree to help Garth out with a case. They’re both surprised when he introduces them to his younger sister, and Dean is instantly drawn to her.
Word Count: 3368
Warnings: smut, fluff, shy reader, virgin reader, crack (or at least attempted lol), age gap, some swearing, Dean’s POV
Pairing: Dean x Plus Size!Reader
A/N: This was written as a request for @prettysourabbie : Hey beautiful I know you’re not taking requests right this second but this bop of idea came to my mind and you’re writing is awesome! Can I request dean x plus size Garth younger sister reader where dean and Sam meet up with Garth on a case and that’s where dean meets her, she is super quirky and dorky and dean starts getting feelings but she a virgin? Smut, fluff , goofy ness haha sorry if this sounds super awkward turtle haha you’re a bop of a writer!! 💕❤️😊😆 Thanks for you request, pretty lady!! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this one, so thank you for being so patient!! I hope you like it! ❤❤
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“Hey, Garth,” Sam said, his deep voice breaking through the silence.
Dean glanced up from the book that was open in front of him, watching as his younger brother’s brow furrowed in concentration as he listened to the other hunter.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sam said, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “We’ll be there. See you soon.”
Dean sent his brother a questioning look as he hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Garth has a case,” Sam said. “Vamp nest. Needs backup.”
“Sounds simple enough,” Dean said, closing the book. He was more than happy to get out. He and Sam had been cooped up in the bunker since they’d come back from their last hunt and Dean desperately needed some new scenery away from endless research.
“Get your stuff, and I’ll meet you in the Impala,” Dean said, scooting back from the table and grabbing Baby’s keys off the tabletop.
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A few hours later found the boys entering the small town of Fredericksburg, Texas. Dean drove down Main Street slowly, taking in the tiny shops and quaint storefronts. “Where did Garth say to meet him?” Dean asked, leaning forward slightly to gain a better view of his surroundings.
“Uh,” Sam said, taking out his phone and pulling up his texts. “A diner on the corner of Main Street.”
“Well, that’s freakin’ helpful,” Dean huffed out but soon slowed down as the diner came into view, neon sign advertising the best pancakes in all of Texas.
They alighted from the car, taking a quick look around before making their way to the entrance. A small bell tinkled as they entered, and a busty, red-haired woman greeted them both with a toothy grin.
“Sam! Dean!” Garth’s unmistakable voice called out from behind them.
Both of the boys turned to find Garth in a booth in the back of the diner. Sam raised his hand in a quick wave before they made their way over.
“Hey, guys,” Garth said, sliding out of the booth and giving each of them his famous hug. “How’s it been?”
“Uh, been good,” Sam said, slipping into the booth in front of Garth, Dean joining him. Garth was about to say something when footsteps drew near the table, causing all three men to look up.
It was a young woman, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes cast down shyly. “Sam, Dean,” Garth said, once more sliding out of the booth. “I’d like you to meet my sister, (Y/N),” he continued, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
“Your...your sister?” Sam asked incredulously. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”
“Yep,” Garth said proudly, looking down at her affectionately. “Been my sister my entire life.”
“Hi,” she said, smiling at both Sam and Dean.
Dean couldn’t keep his eyes from traveling her entire length. She looked to be several years younger than Garth and the total opposite of the lanky man. But she was beautiful, with her thick thighs, hourglass figure, and supple breasts. She was the epitome of what Dean had always imagined a woman to be, and he couldn’t not let his eyes wander just a little.
He was brought out of his thoughts by Garth sliding back into the booth with (Y/N) following close behind. Before any of them could continue speaking the red-haired woman from the front sauntered up to their booth, whipping out a small notepad. “What can I get for y’all?” she asked.
They ordered before Sam and Dean turned their attention back to Garth. “So we’re dealing with a vamp nest?” Sam asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Garth said, eyes wide and mouth set in a thin line.
“Biggest one Garth’s ever seen,” (Y/N) added, face just as serious.
Garth nodded his agreement. “It’s just outside of town in an old barn,” he said. “Me and (Y/N) scoped it out a few days ago. There’s no way just the two of us could’ve handled the whole nest.”
“Well, I’m glad you called us,” Sam said. “More than happy to help.”
Dean nodded, smirking as (Y/N) met his gaze. Her cheeks immediately turned pink and she glanced to her lap. He’d never seen another woman blush as much as her, but goddamn if it wasn’t the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.
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The day passed quickly with Sam and Dean helping Garth and his sister get ready for the hunt the next morning. Dean had made sure to sit by (Y/N) as much as he could and whenever he couldn’t he’d made a point to ask her questions about the case. Although she wasn’t as talkative as her older brother, Dean soon realized she was knowledgeable, being able to tell him information off the top of her head faster than most hunters twice her age and with more experience under their belts. She was nerdy by every definition of the word, but Dean couldn’t help but admire that about her. Not to mention it was sexy as hell.
By the time evening rolled around everyone was exhausted and ready for some much needed relaxation. Garth and his sister spent most of the night in the boys’ room, drinking and swapping hunting stories.
“That’s why you don’t get out of the salt circle, sweetheart,” Dean mocked good-naturedly when (Y/N) recounted her and her brother’s most recent and worst encounter with a vengeful spirit they’d ever experienced.
“Oh, shut up!” she yelled. Dean flinched when she raised her hand and swatted his shoulder, but they both burst into laughter a second later.
(Y/N) was still laughing when she got up from the floor where she and Dean were seated in front of the coffee table. “I think I need another drink,” she said. Her foot caught the edge of the table leg as she started around it and she fell face first to the floor with a heavy thud.
“Oh, my gosh! (Y/N), are you okay?” Garth exclaimed.
Dean moved quickly to her side, leaning over her when she finally turned, a worried expression in his green eyes. She cracked up once again, rolling onto her back. Dean followed suit once he realized she wasn’t hurt, both of them laughing so hard their bodies shook. Dean lost control and fell to the floor beside her, the back of his head resting on her outstretched arm.
(Y/N) covered her eyes with her other hand as tears rolled down her face. “Why is everything so funny?” she gasped between her laughter.
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Dean wheezed. “But maybe you’d better rethink that drink.”
“Yeah, maybe so,” she said as another fit of laughter assaulted them both.
She and Dean sat up as they finally caught their breaths. Sam and Garth sat on the couch staring at her and Dean as if they had both lost their minds.
“Fuck, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time,” Dean said, wiping away a tear at the corner of his eye.
“Neither have I,” (Y/N) confessed. She gripped her stomach. “But I’m definitely gonna have a six pack by morning!”
Dean chuckled as he rose from the floor and helped her up. She yawned once they were both on their feet again. “I’m tired now,” she chuckled. “I think we’d better head to bed.”
“Yeah, us, too,” Dean said as Garth rose from the couch and came to stand beside his sister. Sam stood, too, and came to Dean’s side as everyone said their good nights, Dean staring out the door a few seconds longer than he probably should have, staring after her and her swaying hips.
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Dean was entranced as he watched her move with almost uncanny agility, her movements fluid and almost graceful. She swung her blade with solid accuracy, taking down two vamps in a matter of seconds. She had a mind for the research part of hunting, but she was just as good a hunter in the midst of battle.
She might have been shy, but she had a fire in her that burned brighter than any sun ever could, and Dean found himself being drawn to her even more. He couldn’t help but sneak glances at her in the back seat where her and Garth sat as they headed back to the motel after the hunt. She looked out the window, staring off into space, grimacing every once in a while, her hand holding a handkerchief against the wound on her arm from when one of the vamps had shoved her to the ground that had been littered with broken glass. But she was stoic and a total badass. Dean had to give her that.
Garth and (Y/N) went to their room to patch themselves up as Sam and Dean did the same. It wasn’t too long before Garth came to their room. “I’m gonna go get something to eat,” Garth said. “(Y/N)’s pretty weak after all that. You guys want anything?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sam answered for the both of them. “I’ll go with you. See you in a bit,” he told Dean as he threw on his coat and grabbed his phone.
Dean sent his brother a small smile as he stepped outside with Garth, shutting the door behind them. Dean turned back to the laptop in front of him, following up on a few things regarding the nest and looking for any potential cases. Dean soon lost track of time and it wasn’t until he looked at his watch that he realized just how late it really was.
He glanced to the door thoughtfully before pushing back from the table and exiting the room. He turned down the sidewalk that led to Garth and (Y/N)’s room. Maybe he was being too worried, but he wanted to check in on her; make sure she had everything she needed.
He stopped at the door to their room, raising his hand but pausing for a moment before he knocked. It was a few minutes before he heard the deadbolt turn and the chain being removed from the door. It opened, revealing (Y/N) in a tank top and pajama shorts, hair piled on top of her head. “Oh,” she said in surprise. “Hi, Dean. I thought you were Garth.”
Dean chuckled before silence fell between them. Dean shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back on his heels as he contemplated just what to say. “I, uh, I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Dean finally said.
“Oh, thanks,” she said. “You, um, you wanna come in?” she asked, stepping aside to allow him entrance.
Dean smiled and stepped through the door. He watched her walk back to the bed by the wall, climbing in and sitting cross-legged. Books were spread out in front of her, each one presenting some monster, myth, or creature that most hunters knew very little about - well, except for Sam and Dean; they had encountered nearly every monster a hunter could.
Dean let out a low whistle as he walked over to join her, (Y/N) moving over enough so that he could sit beside her. “These all yours?” he asked, gesturing to the books.
“Yep,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know how nerdy it is,” she added with a chuckle. “I just...well, I guess I just love research.”
Dean smiled. “Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart,” he reassured. “In fact,” he continued, scooting a bit closer to her, their hips touching. “I think it’s incredibly hot.”
Dean saw her swallow, her eyes wide as she searched his face. “R...really?” she asked.
“Mhm,” Dean hummed, leaning towards her slowly. She still looked a bit shaken, but she didn’t move away which Dean took as a good sign. He paused when his face was just inches from hers, lips so close he could feel her breath on his mouth. She closed her eyes and he took that as his cue, closing the distance.
It took her only seconds to really respond, kissing him back firmly. Dean snuck an arm around her waist while he raised a hand to cup her cheek.
The kiss ended all too soon for his liking, but his breath hitched when he saw a smile on her face. “That...that was unexpected,” she said with a soft giggle. “But nice.”
“I’d like to do it again,” Dean admitted. “If you’ll let me.”
“Okay,” she said almost shyly, her hand reaching for the back of his neck and initiating the kiss this time. Dean leaned into her, hands falling to her waist as he gently lowered her to the bed, his knee slotted between her legs as he held himself over her.
He slid his tongue over her lower lip, and it didn’t take long for her to open up to him. She tasted like coffee and...was that cinnamon? Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough.
She shifted slightly, her hip pressing into his growing cock, and he couldn’t help but break the kiss with a low groan, his eyes falling shut for a fraction of a second. “Sweetheart, I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he said breathlessly. “Because if we continue I don’t know that I’ll be able to help myself.”
Dean opened his eyes to find her staring up at him, blush on her cheeks and her eyes swimming with remorse. “Wh...what’s wrong?” Dean asked hesitantly. “I’m...I’m not making you uncomfortable am I?”
“No!” she hurried to reassure when Dean moved to roll away from her. “No, it’s not that….”
“Then what?” Dean asked gently, brushing a stray strand of hair off her brow.
“It’s just...well, I’m a virgin,” she said quietly, her cheeks turning even redder and her eyes casting down.
“Oh…” Dean said, realization dawning on him. He could’ve kicked himself for asking something of her that he just assumed she had experience in. “I’m so sorry,” Dean said, disengaging himself from her side and climbing off the bed.
“Wh...where are you going?” she asked in confusion, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Look, (Y/N),” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really like you. Like a lot. And I want you - probably more than I should. But...sweetheart, I can’t take something that’s not mine to take. Besides, you wouldn’t want someone as old as me.”
She didn’t respond, instead climbing off the bed and coming to stand in front of him. “Dean,” she said softly, raising her hand to run her fingers along his jawline. “You’re not old. I mean, yes, you’re quite a bit older than me, but we’re both adults. Besides, you look pretty good for an old guy,” she teased, drawing a frown from Dean.
She sobered again, her fingers playing with the buttons on his flannel. “Plus it’s not really your place to tell me what I want,” she said. “It’s mine to decide who I give it to. And Dean, I want you to be my first. I like you, too, like a lot. And as stupid and cliche as it sounds, I’m drawn to you in a way I can’t explain.”
She stood on tiptoe, raising herself up till her face was parallel with his. She paused right before her lips met his. “Please,” she whispered against his mouth.
That was all it took and before Dean could register what was happening they were on the bed, clothes discarded and strewn around the room. She was sprawled out underneath him, her soft skin and plush body tantalizing under his fingertips.
He kissed her with wild abandon, getting lost in the feel and softness of her mouth. He could’ve stayed there forever, just kissing his life away, but a roll of her hips reminded him of his almost unbearable need, and he broke the kiss to climb off her to rifle through his wallet for a condom.
He tore open the packet, taking it out and sliding it over his length with trembling fingers before hurrying back to her, climbing over her beautiful body. He reached down between her legs, his fingers running over her core. Her folds were wet, slick coating the insides of her thighs. She was more than ready for him, but he couldn’t resist rubbing her bundle of nerves. Her head shot back, and she shut her eyes as a moan filled the air and she gripped the sheets. She was beautiful when she let go like this, and Dean continued his ministrations, intent on drawing more of those alluring sounds from her that made his cock twitch in desire.
She was beyond responsive to him and it was only moments before she came, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, body quivering, and legs closing around his hand as the pleasure became too much. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum,” Dean murmured as he disengaged his hand from between her thighs, crawling up her body to settle between her spread legs.
Her skin was sweaty, cheeks flushed, and eyes glowing from her high. She laughed breathlessly before leaning up to kiss him. “You sure you want this?” Dean asked softly.
She nodded, biting her lip. He groaned at the sight before turning his gaze to between their bodies as he began to push into her. She closed her eyes, her brow furrowed at the first hints of discomfort. “Hey,” Dean whispered, her eyes snapping open to meet his. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
She nodded before he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth to distract her as he continued his course, pausing every few seconds to allow her walls to accommodate him. He finally pulled away from the kiss as he bottomed out, teeth sinking into his lower lip. She was beyond tight, squeezing him so hard he had to take several deep breaths to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
“You ready for me to move?” Dean asked once he’d composed himself. A nod was his only answer so he pulled out almost all the way before plunging back in, setting a steady and slow pace. She hummed at the feeling, hands flying to his shoulders.
Dean buried his face into the side of her neck, kissing her before sucking small hickeys into her skin. He didn’t care who saw. He wanted everyone to know she was his.
It wasn’t long before he felt his muscles tighten, and he could tell he was right on the precipice of release. He reached between their bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing back and forth furiously, determined to make her cum before him.
“Dean…” she whimpered, fingers digging into his skin.
“C’mon, babygirl,” Dean grit out as her walls started to flutter. “Cum for me.”
She came seconds later, his name tumbling from her mouth in broken staccato. He helped her ride out her orgasm, his own coming shortly after.
He pulled out once his heartbeat began to slow, and he fell to the other side of the bed. He glanced over at her, damp hair plastered to her face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.
“(Y/N),” he said quietly, running his knuckles over her thigh. She turned her head to look at him, a contented smile on her plump lips. He swallowed, fighting the urge to get lost in her again. This was something he needed to get out. “Listen, I know we just met and all, but…. I don’t want this to be the last time this happens….”
She grinned, rolling to her side, her hand coming to cradle her head as she propped herself up on her elbow. “Neither do I,” she admitted. “I wanted my first time to be with someone I trusted and who I really liked.”
Dean smiled, turning over to face her. “So does that mean you’ll be mine?” he asked hopefully, hand falling to her bare hip.
She smiled softly, moving closer to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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LET IT ALL OUT
So this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. I'm sorry for any mistakes and OOC-ness. But I just wondered how he met Astoria and he says in the Cursed Child that she changed him and I kinda wanted to write how. Drastoria is seriously underrated compared to Dramione and Drarry so we need some love for this amazing ship here.
WARNING: Strong language and a lot of hurt. Mentions of physical abuse and torture. Slight nudity?
PLEASE DONT READ IF THESE THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE
Word Count: 3935
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass
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He couldn't stay. He needed to get away.
The Dark Lord was dead. They had won, though he wasn't sure if "they" included him. He was alive. His parents were too. They had all lived. He should've been happy for being able to stay alive. Or he should've been mourning the end of the Dark Lord. But this, this was hollowness. He couldn't feel. He was afraid of what outburst would escape him if he tried to feel. And he was a Slytherin, and a Malfoy- they don't show their feelings. That was for lesser men.
He couldn't bear it. All those people crying or talking with their family. People rejoicing the death of the greatest Dark Wizard. His parents had left after the original mayhem. They had been overjoyed that he was alive and they were all together again. He wished he felt the same feeling. He knew it would only be days before the Ministry came knocking and probably carted him and his father, maybe even his mother, to Azkaban. But that was not what was eating him up.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
He walked down the halls of that place that he used to call home. He had hated it at first. He thought himself better than it. That was until the Carrows had spoilt the one place that he realized with a jolt, where he had actually been happy. He entered the Slytherin Common Room. There were damages all over the castle but somehow, this place had escaped unscathed. Sighing, he slumped down on one of the chairs and stared into space. One thought pounded in his head:
No one understands.
And that was the problem. No one understands what he, Draco Malfoy, had gone through. To the Slytherins, he had been their Prince. To the others- the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, he was the epitome of the Dark Side at Hogwarts. He was the bully who picked on people. He was the guy who had caused all of this.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Draco was tired, so very tired- of keeping up the façade that all of this didn't bother him; that he didn't give a shit about all the other non-Slytherins; that he was still faithful to the Dark Lord. He couldn't stand looking at himself in the mirror. He was a monster. He was vile, evil, a coward and repulsive, even to himself. He was even worse than Wormtail. He deserved Azkaban. He deserved much worse for all the suffering he had brought.
He was stuck in a stupor when he heard the click of the Common Room door being opened and in entered a girl. He blinked once, just to make sure lack of food and sleep hadn't made him start hallucinating. She was real, all right. He groaned to himself. He couldn't handle anybody right now, and definitely not some annoying junior. He looked closely at her for a second. Ah, the little Greengrass. Daphne's sister.
He scrutinized her for another second. She was OK-looking, he supposed. Could be classified pretty, if she dressed up and all, but right now-she only wore a T-shirt and jeans. Long blonde hair in waves which, right now, was covered with soot and dust. She had blue eyes that stood out from her pale complexion. She had an OK figure but he had been with way more gorgeous and voluptuous women before. She didn't bother him. "What was her name again?" he thought. Something with the letter A.
She was looking at him, and he was aware of that. But not in a way like he was something abhorrent nor in a way like he was an angel or something. She was looking at him with…. concern. And pity?
"What do you want?" He asked, sullenly. He was over anger or disgust or any feeling.
"Well, you were missing and they're taking a kind of roll call to see how many people survived and are not injured."
He replied, in that same sullen tone, "It doesn't matter. Let them think I'm dead. At least I won't go to Azkaban that way."
She shook her head gently, "Are you dumb, Draco? They don't blame you or your parents. They know you were coerced. Merlin, I thought you were smart."
He gave her a nod as acknowledgement. He wouldn't have to go to Azkaban. Good, he could stay here and complete his education. He hoped they would redo the whole year again. They hadn't actually learnt anything of use except the Cruciatus Curse and how to conjure up FiendFyre, which would probably become illegal again.
All of a sudden, a question popped into his brain. "I thought all of the Slytherins had left Hogwarts?"
"You stayed behind." she quipped
"Huh. Very funny! Didn't your sister drag you to safety?"
She pursed her lips. "Yes, she wanted to. But I wanted there to be at least one Slytherin fighting for Hogwarts, so that our name isn't completely tarnished after the battle."
He was surprised at her bravery-noble but foolish. Never mind.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, physical exhaustion taking over. When he opened his eyes, he realized she was still there and was still staring at him.
"Can you please stop staring, Alicia? It's getting kind of creepy." He muttered grimly.
She rolled her eyes. "It's Astoria. And you're hurt, Draco. You need healing. Look at you, you look exhausted. You need to come up to the Great Hall. There's a makeshift infirmary there. You can get treated."
He shook his head and said, "I'm fine."
Astoria placed her hands on her hips and gave me a look that was vaguely reminiscent of Weasley's mother.
"No, don't think of that!" he chided himself.
Draco saw the whole Weasley family huddled together, wearing identical expressions of grief. In the centre of the group was the lifeless body of one of the Twins, his face still having the ghost of a smile…
No, he couldn't think of that. He couldn't.
Astoria brought him out of her reverie by tugging at the sleeve of his robe. "You are coming with me! You are hurt, despite what you may say or think." She declared firmly.
He gritted his teeth. She was seriously getting on his nerves.
He stubbornly said, "I am fine. Can you please leave?"
"No, can you please stop saying that you are fine! You are not fine and I can see that!" Astoria sharply retorted.
Draco gave a defeated sigh, "Getting healed is for people who get to lead a proper life after being cured. Getting healed is not for people like me. It's for those people who deserve to live."
She placed an arm on his shoulder but he shook it away.
Draco looked up at Astoria's hurt expression and it made him feel bad. But he suppressed the feeling.
Just another thing for the list of regrets.
"I know that you deserve to live. You're not a bad person, Draco. You've just been…misguided," She gently comforted.
Draco shook his head. He wanted to believe what she said but he held himself back. He didn't need more lies in his head.
"You can heal anybody but me."
She smiled at him, "No, you will get better. I get it, you had problems but it's going to be OK."
Anger suddenly crept into Draco. Anger he hadn't felt in a long while. How could she just assume that she could take away his problems and make him better? How could she get it? No one could! It wasn't simple "problems". Greengrass didn't know anything.
He snarled, "I've got scars that you can't heal, Greengrass."
She raised her eyebrows in doubt but kept an even tone. "Everybody's got scars."
He saw red. How dare she suggest that anybody's pain, anybody's anguish came close to his? They would never, ever know how it felt!
He growled, "Oh really?!"
He rolled back his left arm sleeve to show her his Dark Mark. It was faded, more light than he had ever seen it but still visible. He expected her to flinch or wince. She didn't. She gave a slight gasp when she saw the mark that had been on the hands of all those people who had murdered her friends but that was all.
After a minute or so, he demanded, "Well?"
She tore her eyes away from the Mark and said, in a placid voice, "As I told you, everybody has scars, Draco."
Draco said, mockingly, trying to conceal his anger, "Uh-huh. What great scars do you have, Greengrass? A Quidditch mishap or did you spill a potion on yourself?"
Astoria smiled indulgently "Very hilarious, Draco."
Before he could respond, she had removed her T-shirt. His jaw opened slightly. He had taken in the sight of her pale, creamy skin and her periwinkle blue bra for hardly a few seconds before his eyes immediately went to the bruises all over her body.
Some of them were new, probably from the battle. But some were old, they were healing. They were ugly, yellow mars and some were purple. The new ones were turning a nasty shade of violet. Draco felt a surge of anger towards the Carrows when he saw the marks on her bodies. Astoria turned slowly and he could see the whip marks from Filch's equipment on her back. And there, near her shoulder blade was a carving on her skin:
Blood-traitor.
It was almost identical to the one Aunt Bellatrix had carved on Granger at Malfoy Manor except that it was deeper and much more shoddily cut. Draco got up, in half a trance and walked up to Astoria.
His voice was a hoarse whisper when he asked, "How?"
He could hear the barely concealed pain in her voice when she said, "Carrows. Alecto did it."
He brushed a finger over the cut and she shivered at his touch. He placed his palm on her waist and turned her around. They were practically face-to-face (she was shorter than him) and he could feel her warm breath on his face.
Draco could see that she was hurting, mentally and physically but there was no sign of tears in her eyes. She instead had this blazing look.
He asked her softly, "You're pure blood. Why would they do that?"
Astoria moved away, slightly uncomfortably. He shuffled awkwardly back to his seat and she sat down next to him.
She said, after a few minutes, "Well, the DA were all about overthrowing the Carrows and Professor Snape, but someone had to teach the little kids proper magic and not just the Dark Arts."
Draco stared at her, utterly flabbergasted.
He half yelled, "You did what?"
She smiled, in a guilty sort of way and said, "I found out that the First Years could barely Transfigure matches into needles. I had to help them and make them understand that Hogwarts isn't usually like this and that this was just temporary. I had to teach them that blood purity isn't important. The Carrows caught me and this was my punishment. The whipping. When I didn't stop, they used the Cruciatus Curse on me. And when they found me helping the Muggle-Borns, Alecto carved my skin."
He was astounded. How could someone be so damn righteous and moral and not give a damn about their own well-being at all? He would have to be lying if he said that this witch was not fascinating him.
He knew he was staring but at that moment he didn't care. She was looking so damn intriguing and he felt like he was getting to know a completely new person.
Astoria blushed a pale shade of pink as she noticed him staring and averted her gaze and looked down, which led to him looking down-and that wasn't helping his case at all, what with her clothes or the lack thereof.
He shifted in his seat and crossed his legs. She had seen what he was doing and blushed a dark shade of crimson. She slowly picked up the T-shirt she had thrown on the chair and straightened it. As she tugged it on, Draco decidedly looked the other way.
"No point lusting after her, Draco-she's not your type! She needs someone dependable, not you!" He mentally scolded himself.
She gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder and he turned to face her, all decent. And he was not expecting her to be an inch away from his face. Her hair hung in waves about her face and she just looked so damn… he honestly didn't know which word to use to describe her at that moment. The way she was smiling at him. The way she smelled- of dust, smoke, sweat, berries, the Forbidden Forest all forming something so intoxicating and numbing.
Draco turned away with Herculean effort. He would be lying if he hadn't been tempted to kiss her.
Why was this happening? Stop!
Astoria placed her petite hand on Draco's shoulder and said, softly, "Draco, what's the real reason you don't want to go up and face everybody? You're not scared of Azkaban, I know that."
He shook his head. He didn't want to open that box of hurt in his chest.
"You're not a murderer, Draco," Dumbledore's kind face peered at him, his blue eyes reading every molecule in his body.
No! No! No! He couldn't think of that! He shouldn't!
"Come Draco, we must give punishments were punishments are due. It's simple," Voldemort's cold voice sounded like mockery but anyone who was present would know there was nothing there but anger. "Simple-like this," The Dark Lord raised his wand, directed it at Bellatrix and shrieked, "Crucio!" Bellatrix twitched and screamed uncontrollably. Draco winced. The moment didn't go unnoticed by Voldemort. He said, softly, "Now Draco, do what I just did to Lucius and show him what happens when he disobeys his Lord." Reluctantly, Draco raised his wand and pointed it at his father's fearful face and whispered, "Crucio." Even the simple whisper caused Lucius Malfoy to writhe painfully on the floor. Draco shut his eyes. He had caused this. All of this.
He opened his eyes to see Astoria close to him, so close her eyelashes were brushing his cheek. She gingerly hugged him and said, "Its' going to be alright."
Draco leaned into the hug. Something about her was so comforting and reassuring. She was youthful yet motherly. She lightly stroked his hair and murmured, "It's OK, Draco. You didn't do anything. It's not your fault. Everything's going to be alright."
He wanted to believe what she said with every fibre of his being. But he couldn't and he knew that. He had ignored the faults of his parents for years, instead choosing to blindly follow their words and where had that got him?
He said, his voice muffled, "No, Astoria. It's my fault."
She pulled away and stared into his eyes for a long time. Then she said, with finality, "No! You may feel guilty but you did not do anything and I will go against the goddamn Wizengamont."
Draco looked away and vehemently said, "You don't understand! The year Dumbledore died-I'm the one who let the Death Eaters into the castle! I was there that night in the Astronomy Tower! I'm the one who disarmed him! If I wasn't there, Dumbledore needn't have died and all this- Voldemort taking over, the Carrows, none of it would've happened! All those people who're dead up there-the Fallen Fifty, they're dead because of me! Creevey, Weasley…" his voice broke before he continued, "All of them dead! Do you know what that can do to anybody's conscience? I'm a monster! A fucking monster and a coward to boot!"
He stared at her eyes which were wide with shock for a few seconds, tears rapidly creating a thin film. He yelled, "I knew it! I know you hate me because who was I kidding? No one is ever going to accept me! And you know what, I deserve it! I'm horrible! I'm despicable! ADMIT IT!"
Astoria touched his cheek gently. He tried to shrug her off but her grip became firmer. She turned him towards herself and looked at him with those goddamn blue eyes. She whispered, "It wasn't your fault. You're not a bad person, Draco. You're just a good person who bad things have happened to. Maybe it's to whom you were born, maybe it's the way you were brought up, maybe it's what you understood, but let me tell you this-You are not bad and any fucker saying different will have to deal with me!"
Draco's eyes welled up with tears. He was used to taunts and hardship from his teachers and peers. All his parents did was spoil and tutor him to be a 'proper little pure blood'. But kindness… that was unheard of.
She was looking into his eyes and he couldn't resist the temptation to stare back. They were blue. Beautiful blue-just a bit of sky blue to feel summery, just a bit of aqua to give it depth but not too much to make it look turquoise and there was a smidge of black giving her a mysterious aura. He could see himself reflected in her eyes-not cool, calm and debonair Malfoy but scared, remorseful and depressed Draco.
Suddenly she hugged him fiercely. He leaned into her touch. She whispered, "Draco, you mean something to people. Don't let your past define you."
He said, his voice croaky, "But I'm me! I'm never going to be accepted! Not after all I did!"
"Bull! You're fine!"
"No, I'm not. You don't know what I did, Astoria. I'm a horrible person!"
She sighed, "Fine, then fucking tell me what you did."
"I shouldn't. I can't just dump all my feelings and wrongdoings on you. You're not my shrink or something. I don't deserve your attention," he said, his voice cracking with emotional strain.
She gently rubbed his back and said, "Try me, Draco. Tell me! Let it all out!"
He choked out, "Don't hate me…please." God, he sounded pathetic. "I was the one who did everything. The year Dumbledore died-it was me. I'm the one who Imperiused Rosmerta and made her give Bell the cursed locket. She could've died. And it would've been my fault. The poisoned mead that Weasley drank, that was me. If Potter wasn't there with the bezoar, he would've died too. And the night Dumbledore died, I was the one who caused it. I left the Death Eaters in. I Disarmed Dumbledore! Without me, he would've lived. Voldemort would never have risen. All those Muggle-Borns beings tormented, all the people who died in this battle-it was my fault. And Creevey, Weasley, Brown, all those kids dead-because of who? Me!"
He was aware that he was half screaming now, "And Crabbe, Crabbe's dead too." She gave a gasp as he said that but he continued, "He died too. Because of me! I never called him Vincent or Vince or anything and he was one of the persons I was closest too. I never met his parents; I never treated him like a person and guess what? HE'S DEAD!"
He broke out into sobs-something he rarely did. Draco knew it, he was being stupid and pathetic and weak. But the strain of all the years and months and weeks of torture and fear were finally coming out and he couldn't stop. He sobbed on Astoria's shoulder, aware of her soft hands rubbing his hair.
She murmured softly, "It's OK, Draco. Let it all out. It's OK. Let it all out-you'll feel better."
And so he sobbed, sobbed uncontrollably but quietly, somehow into her shoulder. When the last sobs were done racking his body, he lifted himself from her shoulder, slightly embarrassed.
She smiled and said, "Salazar's snakes, are you actually embarrassed, you weirdo?"
He gave her a guilty smile and nodded.
She gently touched his hand and replied, "I promise I won't tell. It'll be our secret, 'kay?"
Draco grinned and answered, with a bit of mockery, "'Kay!"
She held out her hand, "So, you want to come up now?I promise no one's going to eat you," She giggled slightly.
He gave a slight beam and exclaimed, "Your faith in my manliness is shocking! I am hurt! I am very much hurt!" He feigned dying of a heart wound while she chortled.
Then, Astoria extended one petite hand his way and asked, "Come up with me?"
He took her hand and his and answered, "My pleasure!"
As Astoria led him out of the Slytherin Common Room, Draco had two thoughts in his mind: Maybe everything would be fine and two-Damn! This woman was something.
*****
So, yeah-not exactly a lot of Drastoria moments but this isn't the end! I'm going to write a sequel which I've already thought of but you know, need to write(ugh!).
Feedback is always appreciated. Maybe a reblog?
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toffee!
yeah same, i follow some fic accs that occaisionally post smut and its like mmmmm is the fluff writing enough to balance the posts that gives me finger burn trying to scroll past it? but yeah thats probably the way to go
ah i wasnt there for the teaser but i can imagine that was tantalising. lmaoo yes but to be fair i do have a writing acc called channiesbigheart so... balancing it out? but i absolutely am whipped beyond belief. it was a TRAVESTY how COULD they have. yeah the b sides gave him more lines but they werent the ones that were performed over and over at stages. yessss the line distribution in this album is impeccable, im pretty sure the thunderous stuff was some of their best distribution
hehe i can understand that, sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know? mmmm the differences are a bit nuts, it was 14 degrees today and in less than a week its going to be 32 or smth. BROOO that would be legendary, i bet theyd treat their artists rlly well and have great music as well ahhh but its a lot of work adn commitment. yES that is a mood if ever i heard one.
its the same in australia as well, sadly, you have people who hold up harry styles and lil nas x for breaking gender roles and wearing make up adn steryotypical womens clothing (and keep in mind i have infinite respect for both of them theyre honestly doing so much for the de-dehumanising of gay people and those who wear whatever they want), and calling the kpop boys gay and other things for doing the same thing, when theyve been doing it for years and gotten no recognition smh its so tragic. yes, anyway YES ONLY 6 MONTHS I AM FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES A BBY STAN altho i considered myself a fully fledged stay like 2 days after i got into them cos i just spent all day researching and fixating. YES someone said it. it feels like theyre losing a huge chunk of why a lot of people liked their music in teh first place, which was that whole dna, dope, fire mood. and even doing bright songs is fine, liek they should do what they want but i feel liek the western music industry is so fucking toxic that they feel pressured into making these decisions. dont get me wrong, theyre good decisions from a business perspective, theyre getting record breaking sales but still. mmm yeah honestly yg just needs to get its shit together or get out
oooh! not into nct but i see a lot of him, he seems rlly talented. ahh yes another channie ult lmaoo i feel that, my list is growing in leaps and bounds as well. mmm yeah i think i will, im just going to try to save enough money :) mingi appealed to me mostly for the voice (like felix smh what is it with me and deep voiced bois) but also his soft visuals and the whole cutesy thing he has going on i rlly liked. yes i did get into them while he was on hiatus, but im still mostly a casual stan, ill listen to the album when it comes out but i dont think ill obsessively look over everything to do with it, like skz. HAH WE'RE MORE SIMILAR THAN I THOUGHT. lmaooo the thot line describes them perfectly, why are they all so damn attractive. especially seonghwa, like that man looks like a character from a book, cardan greenbriar vibes anyone? mmhmm! his vocals are absolutely insane. ty! yeah im excited altho idk how theyre every going to beat border:carnival, that shit was impeccable. ahh no stress, enjoy teh groups you stan atm!
ahh thank you so much, ill keep that in mind. hehe thats good! hopefully its soon :( ah ty, it means a lot. ill think abt that and hopefully talk abt it a little more :)
ah, no it was inside our gymnasium but to get to the other side of the stage you had to exit the building, go around the back and then enter through the other stage door. ah tysm! im glad too. mmm same, they baffle me. ;n; noo so sad :( ahh, thats um not smth i put on here, but im in high school so make of that what you will :)
thank you! ive done a majority of them, i just have maths, an english presentation and an economic assignment due now so im pretty much home free. yeah i feel like hes the epitome of here for you while being inescapably far away. haha she sounds like one of my friends. lmaooo why is that me. hmmm i feel like youve answered a lot of them in that answer so maybe just ateez, enha, txt and bp? if you stan them? :)
ahhh no problem at all, proud of you for managing to overcome the procrastination! progress! mmm thats good! ahh pls do let me know if you ever decide that, i cant promise i wont cry but do what you gotta do :)
<3 w.a. 🐺
hi! sorry for the late reply, i didn't know how to construct sentences yesterday e.e
yeah sometimes it's the perfect balance! i personally don't like fics that focus mainly on the filth? the plot has to carry the whole fic somehow and the smut is just something to add to the mix. also, i'll follow you on your writing blog! i keep forgetting to do so, damn it.
"sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know?" putting it this way just silenced me but yes. angst just feels more realistic. it isn't always happy endings irl so i tend to do it a lot.
falling into skz is so easy! it felt like that for me too. stanning them felt like getting sucked into a blackhole. also yes i agree. kpop is nothing but an industry after all and it runs on money so i get why they do what they do as well.
i suggest we not talk about haechan because i will literally not shut up but yes my boy is an ace :( chan is also sooooo easy to love. and the chan's rooms just solidified his place as ult. having something to look forward to every week at a time when my mental health was just plummeting into the depths of tartarus just helped me be stable. oh yeah, mingi's deep voice is indeed sexc. and he has some wack ass duality as well! and i think seonghwa was one of the people i nearly considered as bias just because of his visuals because wow that's one beautiful face. and true, idk how enha's going to beat border:carnival. i don't like all the tracks simply bc of taste preferenceds but i like more than one so i consider that a lot already.
bro that gym should've had some sort of a covered walk :// also i miss being in high school sO DAMN MUCH. but i still feel like i am because time stopped when quarantine started and i was still in senior year at the time.
my ateez bias is wooyoung! it wasn't that much of a shocker to my kpop stan irls because i was a jimin stan for the longest time. enhypen is jake and they kept pointing out that he looked like seungmin sometimes so it's like chan's aussie-ness with a tinge of seungmin (the other guy in my skz bias line, in case i haven't mentioned it). txt is huening kai! i find it hard to believe that he's my age because he looks a lot younger? o.O and he always looks good damn :(( sigh for blackpink it's lisa! i tend to bias the maknaes of yg groups, it's a pattern i've noticed but don't intentionally do!
DON'T WASTE YOUR TEARS OMFG. you can always reach me elsewhere if i like disappear off this blog.
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Of Cliches and Romcom Tropes
Synopsis | You find yourself literally living a classic Romcom trope by being the nerdy introvert in love with her unexpected friend, Kim Taehyung, your university’s golden theater boy and campus heartthrob. It only turns more disgustingly cliché when you learn he part-times as a prince actor in the same carnival where you work as a ticket booth attendant. Trusting on the clichés you’ve watched in numerous Romcom films, you embark on a plan to get your crush to like you back this Halloween.
Pairing | prince actor!taehyung x ticket booth attendant!oc
Genre | So much fluff, slight angst, humor that’s close to being crack
Wordcount | 10,184
AU | Carnival
Prompt | “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.” – “I bet you tell everyone that.”
Warnings | None
A/N | This is for @foreverpark’s Halloween Writing Challenge! It’s my first time joining a challenge like this so thank you so much Sarah for giving me an opportunity to experience this! For my hons out there, here’s my Halloween fic for you! Please also check out Sarah’s fics and the other fics for this challenge, they’re all great! Happy reading!
At every start of success story speeches, there is a ninety percent probability you will hear “Fake it ‘til you make it.” How Mark managed to chance upon an idea of an app, How Sarah snagged the director position she dreamed of, how introverted Kim developed progressive networks–it is an imperative that saying will pop out in every single one of these stories. Well, except yours, because it’s the other way around in your life. At times “Fake it ‘til you make it’ does makes a cut, but in most of your major life events where you desperately wished for it to work, it doesn’t really work. You know because you’ve long tried to fake you’re so invested in your part-time job, only for you to cry out at night that you didn’t want to do it anymore.
Sitting on an uncomfortable stool with a small fan on your right as reprieve from the heat, you spend most of your day with cramped legs inputting number of tickets sold, handing over ticket stubs, becoming an instant customer service attendant, and smiling through clenched teeth at the people that stop by your booth. Working the most boring job in the carnival is not something you can fake to enjoy until you make enough savings for your college tuition. That is, until Kim Taehyung came.
“Wonder boy” is an extreme understatement to describe that guy. Kim Taehyung is cute and has a model-esque body and his voice sounds so nice when he’s in his prince costume entertaining the kids who enter the Fairytale Land booth. Okay, maybe you’ve been staring at him too long than you’re supposed to when you’re at work. But in your defense, you’ve known Kim Taehyung long before you discovered he also part-times at the Enchanted Carnival–long enough for you to harbor a massive, embarrassing crush on the boy.
Kim Taehyung studies in the same university as you and you first saw him the day you didn’t attend your history class just so you can prepare for your midterms in the said subject–the irony of college students’ philosophy. That day, you just entered a classroom you frequent for study purposes, knowing it will be empty during your history period. Except for that day because the moment you pushed open the door, a stable vibrato echoing within the rooms’ walls halts in an awkward coughing fit.
Your anxiety-driven nerves immediately take over you. “Uhh, I’m sorry I just barged in I didn’t mean to interrupt you–”
“No, it’s o-okay,” the boy coughs, hitting his chest repeatedly. “I was just su-surprised.”
“I’m really sorry for interrupting you,” you take a step back, your hand grasping for the knob. “Continue on, I’ll just find another room–”
“No, it’s okay, you can share the room with me.”
“A-are you sure?” you squint, still rooted at the door. “You don’t have like, a class in here or something? You have a projector set up on the teacher’s desk.”
“Nah, it’s just my prop when I do my final runs.” He walks to the projector and flips down its lens cover. A picture of a wooden fort set in what looks like cobble-stoned streets of 18th century France flashes on the white board. “See?” The boy turns to you, grinning. “I’m cutting just like you. No pressure, mate. Stay.”
“B-but you’re practicing, I may distract you.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind some audience–unless, you get distracted from studying by music, then I’ll go and find–”
“No, it’s okay,” you chuckle. “I don’t get distracted by music. I love music. Actually, I like listening to songs while I study so yeah, go on.” You set your papers on the nearest seat and plop down.
“You do?” The boy asks and you find yourself smiling at his beaming face. You’ve never seen someone who smiles so bright like him on a constant-interaction basis.
“Yeah, I do. By the way, what are you singing for?”
“Oh yeah,” the boy scratches his nape, reds forming on the tips of his ears. “uh, this is for my Drama club. I’m still in the application process and we have this task to play and perform as a theater character tomorrow Friday. I wanted to do Jean Valjean from Les Miserables.”
“Wow, that’s great,” you smile, “actually I’m studying for my History midterms, so yeah, your practice is very timely. You can be my background music,” you chuckle, “to give me the better feel of what I will be crying over later back at my home.”
Taehyung laughs and you chuckle before going back on your own devices. An hour and a half passes with you flipping furiously through your reviewer in time with the instrumentals behind Taehyung’s velvet voice. When the bell rings and the afternoon class scheduled in the room starts to form a mini clique outside, you scramble out the door with a mess of papers pressed to your chest and a new name to mull over during your breaks: Kim Taehyung.
Unlike what you predicted, that encounter was not the last you will have with the theater boy. You had a couple of classes with him in the next semester and he sat next to you in each lectures. You also became partners for a pair project in your Communication Theories class. Kim Taehyung became a regular presence in your college life that at the end of your sophomore year, you knew his dream of becoming a theater actor, all his likes, dislikes and insecurities, and even his secrets he said his friends knew none of like “Y/N, do you know I used to dream of becoming a Disney prince? Not used to, actually I still low-key dream of playing Shang from Mulan just so I can sing ‘Make a Man Out of You.’”
You never imagined you would hit up such a friendship with someone who’s the total polar opposite of you. Taehyung’s a social butterfly while you hate going out of your house. He knows almost three-fourth of the total population in the university with him getting to manage nine clubs while still maintaining his academics. In total contrast to you who never got to join any organizations, too afraid of making commitments you neither can fulfill nor prioritize over staying at home and reading your fiction books. Not to say Taehyung’s on the top of the strata with his handsome looks, blessed physique, impressive talent, and wide range of friends. While you’re someone who easily blends with the crowd’s background noise, with nothing too much to offer but a small group of friends and a fascination for critiquing movies–especially those that are really bad.
You guess that people say, “Opposites attract” for a reason because when you and Taehyung move on to sophomore year, you find yourself crushing hard on the boy. However for you, the attraction is definitely going to be one-sided. You’re sure of it because how can Taehyung ever like you back? You’re the epitome of average-ness that you even became the stepping stone for the girls who want to snag a date with Taehyung. Of course you wouldn’t let Taehyung miss out on cute girls he can probably date when he can have any girl he wish to be with. And, you’re too chicken to act out even a hint of your feelings for him. Clammy hands, jumpy heart, and equipped with an instinct to run to the opposite hall when you so much as glance at Taehyung’s approaching figure, you are sure he will be the death of you. Everything turns worse when you learn he part-times this summer break in the same carnival you work pathetically.
“Yo, Y/N, you work here, too?” Taehyung nears you, clad in a white polo dangerously unbuttoned down his chest, navy trousers that cinches his narrow hips, and brown combat boots. He is also wearing an unbuttoned red military jacket, its shoulder pads making his shoulders look broader than they’d ever been. A rich red cape embellished with golden details flows behind him, complementing the gold tassels on his jacket and his golden crown that makes him look impossibly more ethereal. He fucking looks like a brunet Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle.
You consciously glance down at your outfit: sweat-stained purple polo shirt with Enchanted Carnival’s logo embroidered on its breast pocket, tucked in generic black slacks that doesn’t fit you well. When you reach up to tuck the stray strand of hair that escapes your ponytail, you’re reminded you’re still wearing the silly mandatory headband with pink bunny ears. Your face feels oily, your hair’s unwashed, and you just remembered you’re not wearing any makeup on. Great, you fucking look like all college students’ worst job nightmare.
“Hey, you’re still there?”
“Ye-yeah, uh, hi, Tae,” you smile awkwardly, snatching your headband off and hiding it behind your back. You tried to make yourself look less embarrassing but it backfired when all short strands of your hair messily spill down to your cheeks. You smile wider. Okay, this is the worst day ever.
“I didn’t know you’re also working here,” Taehyung says.
“Umm, yeah. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry–”
“No, no, no, it’s okay!” Taehyung waves his hands, laughing. “In fact this is great!”
“Great?” You want to jump off from a cliff right on.
Taehyung remains oblivious in your self-pity and just grins. “Yeah, it means I get to see you everyday even when we’re outside uni!”
“We do see each other outside uni. I tutored you for six months straight in the library.”
“Yeah, but I mean, it’s nice we get to be co-workers. It’s good to have a familiar face around so work wouldn’t be so boring. Say, Y/N, why don’t we have lunch at the cafeteria later? I have so many to tell you and–”
“Yah, Kim Taehyung! You’re up next, what are you doing outside?” you glance behind your friend and see Jimin, dressed in the same uniform as you minus the silly headband, wildly waving for the boy in front of you. When Jimin notices you, he breaks into a smile, “Oh, hi, Y/N,” and then he returns to his agenda. “Taehyung come here quickly! The batch of kids is nearing the Princess’ Castle, boss is gonna chew us out if you didn’t get back to the booth in three!”
Taehyung sighs and looks at you with shoulders drooped. “I have to go back now. Guess, I’ll see you later?”
“Okay, later, then. Have fun, Tae,” you wave at him with a smile.
When you head back for your booth, you cross your fingers and hope you don’t see him later. How can the universe do you this dirty by placing him so near you right when you are at your worst?
At the end of the day, you learn the universe just does you dirty for the hell of it. Taehyung bounds your way for lunch break in his prince costume, grinning stupidly just when you’re about to sneak off to the comfort rooms. Nevertheless, you accept the lemons life is giving you and decide to relish in your crush’s presence as you joke over lunch. You just didn’t expect that day will start an unannounced routine with Taehyung eating lunch with you and him walking you home after your shifts for the rest of your summer break. The seemingly grey area in your friendship with Taehyung turns more mind-boggling when the man keeps up with the routine even after the summer break has ended, with you two continuing your part-time jobs at the carnival every weekend.
Truth be told, your set-up with Taehyung is a blessing in disguise. He may see you greasy-faced, constantly suffering at work, and daily pissed at your cramped station with poor ventilation but at least you get to see the man you fell in love with everyday. Not just the Taehyung who’s the campus crush and the talented actor every kid in the carnival loves. But the Taehyung who stays up with you until three in the morning talking about what you want for yourselves, who genuinely laughs at your puns and memes everyone else finds corny, and who tells you he’s enjoying himself in his job because finally, he gets to act like a Disney prince.
So when you find yourself only falling for Taehyung deeper, getting over him becomes the last resort in your to-do list. You start to let yourself get ahead of you and assume that maybe, just maybe, there is a chance Taehyung likes you back. Or else he wouldn’t do all those things with you with his stare lingering on your face, and his hand brushing against your own on multiple occasions you swear are not conjured up by your lovesick heart. Right?
With the Halloween season closing in and your part-time contracts at the carnival nearing its end, you are compelled to finally make a move on Taehyung. The carnival is the only place where your social and visual gap matters the least. You’re going to get an answer from him before this perfect chance expires. All you have to do now is have courage for the things you’re about to do and you pray that this time, the universe lets you successfully fake it ‘til you make it.
***
Plan 1: The Makeover Montage
You’ve watched enough Romcom films to know that a good makeover montage creates an obvious statement that a woman is about to claim her man. And so, you started making your wallet cry and your fingers ache by splurging on cosmetic brands and watching YouTube makeup tutorials. You’re proud of yourself when by the time Monday rolls in, you are confident you can pull off the cat wing and coral peach color scheme you learnt in exchange of sleep-deprived nights.
You wait by your locker and glance at your watch. 7:48 A.M. Great, just in time. You look down on your outfit: a white ruffled blouse tucked in a pink and yellow plaid skirt. Spending three hours planning today’s outfit was totally worth it, you mentally pat yourself.
Three minutes pass and then the bell chimes. You stand up straight and crane your neck to look for your target. Amy from History, Dave from Economics, Amanda from the College Secretary’s Office, Jimin from Arts and the Enchanted Carnival–There! Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung catches your eye and waves at you. He whispers something to Jimin before he bounds toward you. “Hi, Y/N. Didn’t know you’re an early bird now. I thought your first class today is later at eleven thirty?”
“U-um, I have so-something to pass to Ms. Terry at the Department of Arts and Communication,” you laugh awkwardly.
“Oh is that so? Wait,” Taehyung looks at you, eyes wide. “Is it a homework I may have forgotten to do at home?”
“N-no! There’s no homework! It’s just uh–a follow-up on a project!”
“A project? Did Ms. Terry announce any project? I’m sorry, I’m just confused because we take her class together and–”
“It’s a personal project!” you interject with a grin. “I…uh, I’ve been working on it since last month. I forgot to tell you about it, but it’s not much, just a collection of…news clippings.”
“News clippings, hmm, that sounds interesting. Tell me about it at lunch, I will go ahead now to my first period,” Taehyung steps back and makes a salute, his alternative of a goodbye wave to you. “Good luck with your project!”
“Wa-wait, Tae!”
Taehyung halts in his steps and looks at you. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“I–uh, did you notice anything new today?”
“New?” Tehyung tilts his head. “Is it a new promo for the diner we frequent?”
“Uhh, no.”
“Umm,” Taehyung bites his lip, “is it a new movie you sent to me in our Discord?”
“Uh, also no. And, I will gush about a movie first to you in person before I send it to our Discord.”
“Oh, right,” Taehyung chuckles. “Is it a new book then?”
“No.”
“New supplies in the bookstore you love?”
“No.”
“A new flavor of coffee in the vending machine?”
“No.
“A new–”
“Goddamn it, Taehyung, you know what, just go to your class,” you purse your lips and Taehyung gawks at you.
“W-why? Did I say something wrong, Y/N?”
“No, it’s just, you’re so obliviou–UGH!”
“‘Obliviou-ugh?’” Taehyung looks more confused than ever he’s been in his life.
You take in deep breath and take it as a signal for you to retreat. “Don’t mind me it’s just my mood swing!” you holler as you turn your back and walk fast to the exit. Following-up with a faint “See you later!” to the bewildered boy by the time you step out the hallway.
After what happened today, you guess Taehyung won’t easily notice your makeover with just one encounter. You decided to keep it consistent for the rest of the week, waking up earlier to curl your hair and apply makeup before going to your classes. And every day you kept trying something new – a change of shade in the lip gloss, a swipe of a bolder eye shadow, a shift from preppy to sophisticated clothing styles–Taehyung still fails to notice anything. Even when you turn up for your shift in the carnival with full-on makeup for the very first time, Taehyung just passes you by with his usual demeanor.
“Hi, Y/N!”
“Hi Tae!” You cringe at how chirpy you sound. “Umm, you look exceptionally good today!”
“Yeah?” Taehyung looks at his clothes, the same Howl costume he always wears in his shift. “Well, I look like this everytime in my shift so thanks?”
“But, have you noticed anything new today?” you bat your mascara-laden lashes for emphasis.
“New?” Taehyung leans closer to you and this time you feel your heart pounding in suspense. Of course he’ll notice it now, you never wear this much makeup at work–
“Oh, your ID lace!” Taehyung snaps his fingers, grinning. “Right, you changed your ID lace, how can I miss out on it? You always complain about the neon orange you used to have and now it’s black just like how you always want.”
You balk at him. “Uhh, it’s still the ones provided by the staff. They just changed the color.”
“Yeah, isn’t that great? You’ve always wanted a black ID lace! Remember when you used to tell me you’re gonna file a petition to change the neon orange lace to black? It’s finally black!” Taehyung claps you on the back and then makes his signature salute. “See ya later at lunch Y/N. And congrats to the ID lace!”
You poke your cheek with your tongue in annoyance. You’ve done such a good job perfecting your makeup and all he notices is just your ID lace?! What the motherfucking–
Okay, maybe Taehyung doesn’t get makeover montages. You cross Plan 1 out and step up to Plan 2.
Plan 2: The Assertive Approach
If Taehyung can’t notice physical changes, maybe this time, he can notice behavioral changes. In the films you have watched, you’ve seen countless protagonists be successful in catching the eye of their love interests by changing their flirting style. You’ve always dreamt of becoming like Julia Roberts in her hit romance films: confident, bold, and unafraid to make the first move. So this time, you get to finally be the woman of your dreams and you hope she can also entice the man inside your heart.
You started your metamorphosis by sitting closer to Taehyung during lectures, leaning closely to him whenever he’s talking with you, closing the space between your faces with a mere inch of breath. You also let your hands do the speaking for you whenever you walk home from work, masking the frequent brushing of your fingers against his, an obvious open invitation for him to hold your hand, seemingly accidental. But whatever you do, Taehyung still can’t get any hint. He’ll just smile at you and proceed to what he’s doing without even a waver in his tone.
Fueled with desperation, you decide to cross the boundary from subtle to blatant assertion in your lunch break with Taehyung.
“Today’s a pretty beat day,” Taehyung remarks, taking off his sweaty cape. “Some teens decided to not go with the usual flow of the booth and visit the stops in reverse. I felt sorry for Jimin. He looked so stressed manhandling each teen out of the booth and giving them a stricter run-over of the booth’s rules.”
“Yeah?” You slide closer next to his seat and cross your legs. “Then what about you, did the teens made fun of you? I heard from Seokjin that Lisa almost broke down when they poked around her unicorn costume.”
“I’m glad I’m the last stop. Jimin already entered the booth when the kids made the ruckus at Lisa’s stop.” Taehyung sighs, running his hand through his damp fringes. “I couldn’t imagine myself dealing with such troublesome people. If I were in Lisa’s place, I would have already been screaming at them for being bastards at such a young age. It’s a relief, it didn’t happen. I would have lost this job.”
“I’m glad, too, you didn’t get hurt.” You lean towards him, resting your head against his shoulder. You felt him stiffen in his seat and you smile. “I would have been so worried, you know. I don’t know what I will do,” you grab his hand, intertwine it with yours, and look up at him, “if I don’t see you around here anymore.”
“Really?” Taehyung turns to you and you nod. He smiles. “Thanks, Y/N, for your concern. I would feel the same if you were to experience that. Oh, we should probably eat now, our food’s getting cold.” Taehyung immediately detaches his fingers from yours, leaving you gaping in your seat.
Your lunch proceeds like usual and the awkward hand-holding you pulled off was never brought up again. Like Plan 1, you kept Plan 2 consistent for the week. However, Taehyung still remains painfully oblivious.
Plan 2 is unsuccessful so you cross it out and decide it’s time to take your game to the full notch.
Plan 3: The Vixen’s Touch
If Taehyung can’t recognize physical and behavioral changes, he cannot miss out on a temptation handed over on a silver platter. Plan 3 is the ultimate overkill. No one can resist the seductive vixen. You already braved through doing a Julia-Roberts-character. Going for the longest mile with Megan Fox shouldn’t be a problem. This is probably just your ego talking but you’re not gonna let the smallest bit of shame creep in to you now. Not now, when you’re putting all your cards on the table for Taehyung’s heart. This is all or nothing.
You see, the Vixen’s Touch is the epitome of all Romcoms’ super power move. Just one scene is enough to turn the tables around and let the heroine achieve whatever outcome she desires. However, such great power comes numerous setbacks. One can only do a vixen move once and never more because if it’s overdone, it will lose it’s mystery, charm, and power–everything that makes it an effective Romcom move. So, you planned your Vixen Touch meticulously.
You can’t do a Megan-Fox-move at school because you’ll attract too much attention, especially with Taehyung who’s already at the spotlight of social interactions. Instead, you will pull it off in the carnival, where you can have your crush all to yourself without worrying about ambitious bitches intruding your scenario. You’ll enter the Fairy Tale booth during your break time and sneak to the backstage from the “Authorized Personnel Only” door on the left of the second stop. From there, you will do Lisa’s advice to take a right turn and then a left. It will lead to a connecting hallway that ends with the red curtains behind the Princess’ Castle. There, you’ll surprise Taehyung, who’s waiting for the princess’ cue, with a tingling touch against his spine and a sexy and breathy, “Hi, Tae.” Taehyung will be shocked and you’ll close the gap between the two of you. With the dark setting and the seemingly scandalous set-up, the thrilling mood will compel you to lean towards him and he will close his eyes and interlock his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. If you make it fast to the connecting hallway, you will have enough alone time with Taehyung before the batch of people even reaches the third stop from the princess’ castle. You grin to yourself. Your plan has never been this perfect.
Weekdays pass with you continuing your Assertive Approach. Taehyung’s still clueless, making the transition to Plan 3 much more thrilling. When Saturday finally rolls in, you set your game-est face on.
It’s a week before Enchanted Carnival’s Halloween Party, which means the management is lenient on the part-timers’ work uniforms. After all, you only have one week left before you end your contracts. And so, you pull out your fanciest casual outfit–a little red dress with off-shoulder sleeves, partnered with fishnet stockings that go well with your black combat boots. You also perfected your makeup: eyebrows on-fleek, cat wings on-point, deep brown smoky eyes, and blood-red lips. To top off your look, you put on a thin, black choker. You smile at yourself. You did a good job making yourself look hot. You know it’s not just your ego talking because when you arrive at the ticket booth, Jimin compliments your look.
“Yo, Y/N, I never knew you could look this pretty,” Jimin grins at you.
"You also look good today,“ you return, taking note of how well his striped buttondown fits his frame. “I didn’t know today is leg day,” you add, admiring how his ripped jeans accentuate his legs you never knew were this muscular.
Jimin smiles, “Say it for yourself, Y/N. You look a solid twelve.” He rocks on the balls of his feet back and forth. “I guess the management did a good job letting us wear our casual clothes. You don’t know how bad I wanted to take off our horrendous uniform whenever we work.”
“That’s…highly inappropriate but I guess you do you,” you point finger guns at him. Jimin chuckles and waves goodbye to you, heading for the Fairy Tale booth. You seat yourself in your work station. Today’s a good start. You hope your luck continues until break time.
Lunch passes by and so far everything’s a breeze. You haven’t seen Taehyung today, probably caught up with the kids who frequent his booth in large batches as Halloween approaches close. Nevertheless, it’s good news. Your surprise will totally knock him off his feet.
The clock chimes two. Seokjin comes over and takes over the ticket booth as you take your break. It’s show time.
Just like your plan, you head for the Fairy Tale booth in quick strides. Lisa manages the entrance to their booth today and she lets you in without any ado, already used to you and Taehyung crossing to and fro your respective booths. Greeting Val, the Elfen soldier of the first stop and Yeji, the mermaid from the second stop, you head for the “Authorized Personnel Only” door and push it open. It leads to a darkly-lit hallway with a heavily carpeted flooring. You follow Lisa’s tips, taking a right turn and a left. True to her word, the connecting hallway ends with the thick red curtains. And there in the corner, is your dream man facing the curtains and waiting for his signal. You don’t hear any clamor of people nearing the Princess’ Castle, even the faintest of chatter inaudible. You thank the universe for this luck. You made it in time.
The seconds seem to slow down into minutes as you stepped closer to Taehyung. Your heart pounds loud and fast against your ears. This is it. You’ll finally make Taehyung realize you have your heart laid out for him. And if you’re lucky, he will also give his to you today.
With a mere foot left between you two, you reach out for him.
“Hey, Taehyung–”
“What the fuck–”
Everything happens too fast. Instead of Taehyung’s surprised face, a hard punch straight to your nose is what greets you. Intense pain spreads over your senses and you reel over, feeling your entire face on fire.
"Oh my fucking, God, I’m sorry! Oh my God, Y/N, I didn’t see you–are you alright?!“ Taehyung catches your arms as you stagger backwards, pulling you to your feet to prevent you from falling.
You nod and waved dismiss-ally to his panicked state.
Just right then, you feel something wet trickle down your lips.
"Oh my God, Y/N, you’re bleeding!” Taehyung screams and he immediately leads you to a chair propped on the corner. He frantically pulls out tissues on the table nearby and dabs the wetness that seeps on your skin. “Shit, what are you even doing here?! I thought you were a ghost, I’m so sorry I punched you!”
You’re too dazed to register everything that has happened and your lack of response causes Taehyung to panic more.
"Fuck, Y/N, I’m so, so, sorry! Oh my God, this is all my fault. Just sit right there, I’ll call for help!“ Taehyung rushes to the end of the hallway and you hear him scream for Jimin. Pounding footsteps follow and then it’s not just Taehyung fussing over you, but also Jimin.
"Do you think it’s broken?” Taehyung asks Jimin, voice trembling.
"I don’t think so. She’s not bleeding that much. Taehyung, relax, I already called for first aid–”
"How can I relax when Y/N’s in pain?! Which I inflicted on her! You know what, let’s call the ambulance!–”
This is not what you planned for. This is not how you imagined you will spend your last shift at the carnival with Taehyung.
Wetness trickles down your cheeks and before Taehyung can rush over and wipe your tears away, the Carnival’s first aid team has already barged in and crowded over you.
You were led to the small clinic of the carnival where you were given a tissue to stick in your nose. The physician told you your nose was luckily not broken and your body has just undergone shock. Once the bleeding has stopped, you’re good to go. Seokjin also called you he already informed your boss about what happened, telling you he’ll take over your shift and you’re now free to go home. The next few minutes pass in silence and you sink further onto the foldable bed. However, the universe decides it’s not yet done fucking up your day when the door opens with a loud bang and there stands Taehyung, huffing and drenched in sweat.
"I’m sorry I only got here now. Boss scolded me for what I did to you,“ Taehyung sighs deeply as he sits on the chair next to you, leaning his elbows on your bed. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. All of this wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t overreact.”
"I-it’s okay, Tae. You didn’t know I was there.“
"What are you even doing at our booth? Much more creeping in the dark?”
You bit your lip and look away. “It’s my break, it’s just,” you sigh, “I thought of surprising you today and well, it didn’t go as well as I planned it.”
"Plan? For what? Is there something we’re supposed to celebrate today?“
You turn back to Taehyung and meet his eyes. His eyes are focused on your face, waiting for your answer.
Well, maybe not all Romcom cliches work just like how they appear to be in movies. Maybe not all romantic gestures need to be grand in order to convey the sincerity of one’s feelings. Maybe it could be as simple like this– two people staring at each other in a clinic, uncaring of the world happening beyond your little bubble.
And as you stare at Taehyung’s face and see the reflection of yourself through his eyes, confused and tired, you decide it’s time for you to finally say it. No more orchestrated pretenses. No more intricate plans.
"Today is our last day in our work and I wanted to surprise you by finally being true to my feelings. I no longer look at you as a friend, Taehyung. I’m in love with you.”
Taehyung doesn’t reply. He just stares at you. You slowly feel the air getting squeezed out of your lungs, and it’s not just because of your stuffed nostril. Another beat of silence passes and then Taehyung’s face falls as he gapes at you, confused, shocked, and for a moment you see disappointment flash across his face. “W-what? Y/N, when did you-I, I don’t know what to say, I-why now?”
You bite your lip, feeling the tears well in your eyes. “Why not now, Taehyung?”
"Because–” Taehyung sighs and he purses his lips, dragging a hand over his face. “Y/N, you’re my friend, but I–”
"You know what, Taehyung, I get it,“ you turn your back on him, tasting blood on your lips from biting too hard to keep the tears at bay. You won’t cry because of him and in front of him at the same time. He doesn’t get to see you this weak. “You can leave me now.”
"But, Y/N, I–”
"Does punching me in the face not enough for you?! Just leave!“
You hear Taehyung sigh. The mattress of the bed puffs up again as the weight leaves. A faint “I’m sorry” resounds in the stifling silence. When the door closes with a soft click, the tears finally fall.
You stifle your broken sobs on your pillow.
***
You’re back in your old cycle: Eat, sleep, study, and lie low at the background. You steered clear from Taehyung in your classes, seating far away from your usual seat. You neither stopped by his locker in the mornings, nor waited for him in front of your own locker for lunch. You even went as far as avoiding your common friends, the thought of people asking about what happened between you and Taehyung makes you reel back to the embarrassment and disappointment of that day.
As much as you wanted to hate Taehyung, you find it hard to admit that every single thing that has gone wrong points back to you. You assuming anything more than what you already have with him, you doing outrageously unnecessary things for him, you bending yourself backwards in your desperation for him – it has always been yourself.
You tried to stay as identical to the background as you can be, away from Taehyung and anything that is associated with him. Because as much as you feel like an empty vessel for every single day, you cannot find it in yourself to erase Taehyung from your mind. Even when his last words with you kept on re-opening the wounds you’ve been trying hard to stitch back together. And, you can’t have that. You can’t run back to him and let him kick you back to the curb. It’s time for you to learn your lesson.
But no matter how successful you were the past days in running from Taehyung, you know you cannot avoid him forever. Especially when Enchanted Carnival has required the part-timers to attend their annual Halloween Party tomorrow, arranged by their permanent staff. After all, it’s the day you’ll terminate your contract and receive your last salary for your job.
You have never sorely regretted your past decisions like this before. You’re love-fool state of mind back then has induced you to buy an expensive costume. A fancy dress that has a carnation pink rayon bodice and full skirt, layered with delicate purple cotton voilewhich looks like soft rose petals that perfectly cinch the waist. It has long, glittered see-through sleeves that ruffle at the end of your arm, and it is adorned with golden intricate curvilinear details that go around the bust area and matches the golden flower belt on the waist. It even came with a faux golden crown with a short pink veil attached to the back. Yes, you fucking bought a princess bride costume just to match with Taehyung’s usual work attire because of course, Taehyung will come looking like a Disney prince. And now that everything you planned has gone downhill, the excitement is over and the only thing you feel is bitterness and a desperate wish to get things done and over with.
You reached the carnival at seven and by that time, the party is in full swing. Enchanted Carnival looks like a cirque-esque other-world. Small Jack o’ Lanterns replaced the usual light bulbs to light the carnival in an alluring tangerine glow. Signboards of “Happy Halloweens” range from small cutouts that hung from the poles, to gigantic illustrations pasted right on the walls of the some stalls. Pumpkin and ghost-shaped candies were sold at almost every corner and the people that pass by, carnival staff or not, embody the fantasy and surrealism of the carnival. You’ve seen pirates, sirens, faeries, and even witty realistic horror such as Jung Hoseok, the roller coaster attendant, wearing casual jeans and shirt with electric bills pasted on his chest and back.
“Hey, Y/N! I thought you weren’t coming.” You look to your left and see Lisa in a No Face costume. Seokjin follows close behind, dressed like Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender.
“Uh, yeah–I mean,” you clear your throat “how can I not come when I get to be paid at the end of the night?”
“Yeah, that’s the spirit,” Seokjin chuckles. “The salary is my only motivation when I lost a bet to Yeji and agreed to dress like…this.”
“Hey, Sokka’s not bad!” Lisa frowns. “Avatar: The Last Airbender is the best show ever and Sokka’s like a perfect ten.”
“Yeah, but it would have been better if you know,” Seokjin huffs, “I get to be Toph. So I can finally un-see Hoseok’s stupid’s antics, especially his dumb electric-bill costume tonight. It doesn’t get to be low-cost, witty, and funny all at the same time. It’s unfair.”
You laugh, feeling your jaw hurt a little from smiling so wide. It’s been a while since you smiled, with the past days spent crying and moping around in your room. You’re grateful for Lisa and Seokjin who tried to cheer you up throughout the night, distracting you from thoughts that revolve around Taehyung by pulling you into ride after ride, playing games in stall after stall, and stuffing your mouths with delicious treats.
You were having the best night of your life, until you find your group stopping in front of a booth – The 13th House.
You turn to Lisa. “Hey, you didn’t tell me a horror booth is included in our itinerary.”
“Because I don’t need to,” Lisa grins. “Horror booths are a classic! How can Halloween be Halloween without some spook?”
“Right, and relax Y/N,” Seokjin says, “It’s not like we’re gonna leave you. And trust me, it’s not that scary. I already visited this booth to prank Jungkook. Too bad I was unsuccessful that time with Jungkook already immune to jumpscares from manning the effects and all.”
Except it is scary. The 13th House is the only booth you didn’t dare to visit during your entire work period. Your remember how your legs turned to jelly the first time you saw its front: An old gothic mansion with dilapidated walls and broken windows, its wooden main door covered in bloody handprints, and its gray, dry lawn surrounded by amputated body parts. You know all of it were just manmade but it doesn’t lessen the creeps you get when every detail and props are fashioned too realistically.
Nevertheless, you went along with Lisa and Seokjin and get your ticket-bracelets scanned by the booth marshal. Even if you feel like running away the moment you hear the loud, sinister creak of the main door when you start for the first stop, you stood your ground and wear your big girl game face on. It’s your last night in the carnival, might as well do everything you were never able to do before.
The first half of your trip in the booth were somehow a smooth ride. Although you almost jumped at the scream of the bloody Victorian bride from the first stop, almost backed out on the second stop because of the swinging headless knight, and almost cried on the spot because of the wailing man with its guts ripped apart from the third stop, you’re still far from getting scared out of your wits.
That is, until you reach the middle stop.
The fourth stop required you to do an easy escape-room task with a ghost kid guiding you through a fake Ouija board session. You quickly finished the activity and the wooden walls shifted to reveal a small passageway with thick hanging cobwebs. Lisa leads the way and you find yourself gripping her hand and Seokjin’s tighter as you enter a dark hallway lit only by torches fastened to gray, blood-splattered walls.
And then, out of nowhere, foreign hands cover your eyes. You scream and thrash around but your suffering is only momentary when you find yourself back in the hallway with no looming figures behind your back. Okay, maybe it’s just part of the booth experience–Wait. Where’s Lisa and Seokjin?
“Lisa! Seokjin!” You call for your friends’s names. They were just with you earlier. You were holding their hands for Christ’s sake! “Where are you, guys?! This is NOT funny!” You bite your lip and wring your hands in anxiety. “Guys, I swear to God, this is not fun–”
The lights of the torches flicker. The background music starts to grow louder, and eerier as it now plays with Latin incantations. And then there’s a loud bang.
The lights were blown out. The blood-splattered designs on the walls turn neon. And, the rest of the hallway goes complete dark-out.
“Holy shit!” You run, straight ahead. Heart pounding loud on your ears, you don’t think anymore and just run. Surely, there will be some end to this hallway, right?
Except there’s none, because a forked path greets you just right when you thought the hallway is getting too long. The two paths stare at you, the neon designs on their walls starts to get disturbing with child-like drawings of disfigured people and morbid beasts.
You slump on the ground. This is a complete nightmare. You wish you didn’t go with Lisa and Seokjin. You wish you didn’t let your loneliness get to you and spent the whole week crying about your crush who doesn’t like you. Because now you’re trapped in this hellish booth and you’re gonna die alone and pathetic. You didn’t even get to experience at least the “moving on” happy ending alternative of Romcom films. You didn’t –
Just right then, there’s a flash of light from the end of the left path. A second later, a voice echoes loud. You didn’t understand a word from the echo. Hell, you’re not even sure if it’s from a human. But at least it seems to have a light that is nothing part of 13th House’s props. Before thinking twice, you’re already running toward the direction of the light. You run and run and never dared to stop. The light’s getting near, you’re gonna get help soon! You won’t have to die alone because you’re gonna get out of here and–
Light blinds you.
"Ahh!“
"What the fuck-! I’m sorry!”
You feel the light on your face dim down. And the moment you bring down your raised hands, you can’t seem to speak.
"YN?“
Taehyung stands in front of you, flashlight in hand, and looking handsome as always. But, it’s not his presence that makes your heart still. Enchanted Carnival’s purple polo shirt, generic black slacks, and the silly headband with blue rabbit ears atop his head–Taehyung’s wearing the carnival’s ticket booth uniform.
And Taehyung’s jaw is ajar seemingly for all the same reason. Pink princess gown and glittering princess crown–you were an open book to him now.
"You…you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
All of a sudden, everything that has happened in the last weeks comes back to you and you feel your eyes stinging with tears as the dam of bitterness floods your chest. “I bet you tell everyone that,” you scoff, “since you’re such a disgusting flirt.”
Taehyung’s mouth hangs in shock, “Di-disgusting flirt? You’re the only one I told you that!”
You stand back to your feet and meet his eyes with a steely glare. “I find it hard to believe that, Kim. Especially your type of guys.”
Your eyes seem to do tricks to you when you see Taehyung wince at your tone, but that wasn’t for long because Taehyung now sounds defensive. "What are my type of guys?“
You scowled. "The type who leads on girls and cruelly rejects them after they’re done playing with them.”
"What rejection are you talking about? I did not reject you! How could you-“
"What else could your reaction mean when I told you I love you?!”
"I was trying to move on from you, okay!“ Taehyung screams. "And that day, you just–dropped the bomb like that. How do you expect me to react huh? Especially, when I fucking spent one year trying to make you realize I see you more than as a friend and you just ignore me as if my feelings don’t matter to you. And then, when I finally decide to move on from you, you act weird for a couple of weeks. And out of nowhere you’re telling me you love me. How can I even react properly? You didn’t even wait for me to process things,” Taehyung’s voice breaks, “You just up and go and shut me out!”
"W-what?“
"I liked you, Y/N. For so long. And you never turned my way–you wave off my advances as if they mean nothing to you, you keep on setting me up with other girls, and you run away from me whenever I so much glance at you. You don’t even let me see you properly when we’re at school. You hide from me and run away as if you’re gonna die just by being with me. And last week, you’re suddenly telling me you love me? So, how can I be a disgusting flirt when you’re the one who’s sending me mixed signals?!”
"Mixed signals?“ you frown. "For the past year I’ve been your friend Tae, I tried to love you in my own way. I stayed up late with you as you told me all your problems. I’ve been there with you in whatever shenanigans you thought of. I spent almost every break I fucking have with you talking about whatever we want. They are blatant signals, Taehyung! So I’m sorry if I have to hide or run away sometimes, because if you didn’t fucking know, we don’t belong in the same world.”
“What do you mean we don’t belong in the same world? Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re not an alien–”
“In your world, I am! In your world, you are the star, the life of the party. People who belong in your world live their fucking fantastic lives as the star of their own stories. They achieve their dreams, they get whatever they want, people look up at them for being so great. But, people like me? We spend our fucking lives looking into your world from the outside. Pathetic side characters of their own pathetic lives. People just pass us by, some even run over us. No one even remembers our fucking name. So, even if these don’t matter when I look at you, I can only love you from afar because people will look at us and all these shits will come back for me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Taehyung huffs, carding a hand through his hair in frustration. “There are no worlds separating you from me because people are just different! And these differences cannot dictate who should belong with who because guess what? We’re the only ones who can let other people in or out of their lives. So can you just stop for a second and see that there’s nothing that actually separates you from me? I thought you would already know this by now since we’ve been friends for so long.”
You feel tears blurring your eyes and you look away from him. “But still, that’s not enough to explain all the shits that’s happened this past week. Okay, we may be different and I tried to express my feelings in my own way. But I tried to change it up, Tae. I worked so hard to pattern my advances to every Romcom clichés and of course they all went wrong when it came to you.”
“W-wrong? Y/N, what Romcom cliches–”
“The cheesiest Romcom clichés!” You snap. “You know, the makeover montage, the Julia Roberts’ Assertive Approach, the Megan Fox Vixen Touch. You were telling me how oblivious I were to your advances but you never fucking noticed how I changed up my advances just for you. You ignored how I dressed up pretty-to-the-tip for you. Even after I came to you and blatantly asked you if you noticed something new. You don’t take the cue when I freaking hand over my feelings for you in a silver platter. Hell, you even punched me in the face when I tried to be sexy!”
“God, can you let it go? I already said I’m sorry!” Taehyung huffs and you look down on your feet. Taehyung sighs, “I was trying to move on from you during those weeks you’ve acted really, really weird. So obviously, I will be very confused. Secondly, Y/N,” Taehyung sighs, “Romcom clichés are called like that because they only happen and work the way they are portrayed to work, in Romcoms. Romcom is a film genre. Sure, they may reflect some aspects of reality, but Y/N, they are planned out, manipulated in a controlled environment. They’re not your life. Life doesn’t work that way.”
“I’m sorry, I just–” you bite your lip but it’s not enough to prevent a tear slip from your eyes. “This is my first time feeling like this and I don’t know what to do. I absolutely have no fucking idea what I should do next and I–I’m just so sorry for dragging these shits up and made our lives messier than it should be. I’m sorry for probably making you feel guilty about yourself for this past week I ignored you like the plague. I’m sorry for being so stupid, I just–I’m so sorry, Tae!” your voice breaks at the end and before you know it, your tears have already consumed you to the ground.
"Oh shit Y/N, don’t cry.” Taehyung panics as he kneels next to you. You shield your face from him with your hands, but Taehyung pries them away and cups your face in his large, warm hands. You feel the pads of his fingers wipe away your tears and when you look up at him, Taehyung’s face is too close to yours. Too close that you can practically see the deep, dark circles under his eyes despite the darkness. The thought that you caused him this made you tear up more.
Taehyung goes frantic. “Y/N, do-don’t cry. Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry–”
“C-can you just h-hug me?”
“O-okay,” Taehyung hesitantly loops his arms around your shaking frame. “Thi-this is fine with me.”
You close your eyes and lean on your friend’s chest. You don’t care if Taehyung’s shirt get wet with your tears. He’s partly at fault for making you cry. But still, you squeak out a muffled. “Thank you, Tae.”
Taehyung hums. “It’s okay.”
Amid this night’s horror and breakdown, silence, for the first time in a while, envelops you in comfort. Even with no words, Taehyung easily dries away the tears. He just pats your back and rubs soothing circles on your tensed muscles, leaning closer to you when you hug him tighter.
“I hate fighting with you, Tae.”
Taehyung turns his head closer to yours. “Are we already fighting?”
“W-well yeah,” you hiccup. “Somehow.”
“Okay…Next time we’ll understand each other better so we don’t need to have unnecessary fights like this, okay?”
“Okay,” you mutter. You sink deeper into Taehyung’s arms and he holds you tighter in his embrace.
Even if you can’t see his face, you know Taehyung’s smiling.
It doesn’t take long for your sobs to die down that you’re now slowly disentangling yourself from him.
“Are you okay now?”
“Y-yeah. Thank you.” You lean your back against the wall and Taehyung sits next to you. You look at him and he smiles at you. For a moment you stay like that, staring into his eyes, falling deep in the little world you’re sharing with him. And then, it hits you. Taehyung’s still here. Even after you blurt out every insecurity and self-doubt you have that others may find petty and invaluable, Taehyung’s still here. Even after he voiced out his disappointment of you and things you’ve done him wrong, Taehyung hasn’t walked out. He didn’t run away, he didn’t leave you. Taehyung stayed.
And so, you take the cue the universe is giving you and put all your cards on the table again. You cross your fingers as you ask the question that has plagued your mind ever since Taehyung confessed he has long liked you. "Tae, Ha-have you already moved on from me?”
Taehyung sighs and for a second, you don’t breathe. But, you don’t have to hold it for long because when Taehyung looks at you again, a soft smile is on his face. “Unfortunately, no. Because even after all the shits you put me through, you still occupy my heart–and mind.”
“S-so, can I kiss you?”
“I’m the one who’s supposed to say that, but, ye-yeah you can kiss me. Anything for you, Y/N.”
You close your eyes and lean forward. Your lips meet his in a soft peck and everything suddenly stops. You don’t feel the perspiration on your back from all the running in the booth. You don’t think about the dust and dirt soiling your dress. All you could feel was Taehyung’s soft lips. All you could taste is the sweetness from the crumbs of cherry tart left on his lips. All that fills you nose is Taehyung’s smell that’s so naturally his and his ocean mist spray you gifted him on his birthday. All you could hear is the loud pounding of your heart, and even with your eyes closed, Taehyung’s face is all you could see. And, you can’t think of anything but Taehyung–him and him alone.
The world suddenly moves again when Taehyung leans deeper and interlocks his lips with yours. You immediately let your heart take over. You mold yourself closer to him, kissing him with every ardor you’ve kept locked in yourself for so long. You fist his shirt and Taehyung caresses your cheeks and puts his hand on the back of your neck as he kisses you deeper. You loop your arms around his neck and return the vigor of his kiss. Teeth bumping, fingers reaching and clutching onto anything, sloppy interlocking of lips–you don’t care. Even if you have your first kiss in a gloomy, creepy horror booth, nothing else mattered but the boy in front of you. Taehyung’s here and he’s finally in your arms. You don’t have to long for him from afar anymore because now he’s here with you and he’s not leaving you. He’s finally yours.
The same thought probably runs into Taehyung as you feel him grin into your lips before kissing you again. And even when the creepy background music of the booth starts again, you can only focus on the gentle way Taehyung’s thumbs coursed over your cheeks while tenderly pecks your lips as your kiss comes into a close.
As you draw back a little to look at your friend, your crush, and now your lover, Kim Taehyung, in the hideous purple uniform you used to wear in the ticket booth with silly rabbit ears perched atop his hazel locks, you can’t help but smile. Taehyung may be the center of the world while you watch him from the side, but at the end of the day, he’s right. You’re just two people who are happy being with each other. There’s no boundaries, no walls separating him from you and you from him. You just have to see him for what he is and take the leap. You don’t need to re-enact Romcom clichés just to bring him towards you because he’s never been away from you from the start.
Taehyung leans his forehead on yours and smiles. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve waited for so long for this.”
“Me too,” you grin, “And, I love you too, Tae.”
Taehyung chuckles and presses another peck on your lips.
Just right then, you can feel a vibrant white light on your face.
“Yo, lovebirds, are you finally together?”
You turn to the direction of the voice and it’s Jimin. Behind him are Lisa and Seokjin, walking from the right pathway while making kissy faces at you.
It all clicks in: Lisa and Seokjin hanging out with you, leading you to the 13th House, and disappearing like smoke the moment you reached the longest hallway of the booth. It’s to get you alone with Taehyung and finally talk everything out before you leave your part-time jobs.
You frown at your friends. But, before you can voice out how can they just up and leave you like that, Taehyung beats you to it.
“Jimin, you bastard! You pushed me towards the backstage passageway, shoved a flashlight into my hand, and just left me in the middle of this fucking scary booth. Is this how you treat your best bud?!”
Jimin laughs. “But at least you got the girl!”
“Yeah,” Lisa says. “Watching you two stupidly tiptoe around each other for so long started to make me sick.”
“And we know you two can’t sort out your stupidity alone, so we decided to give you a little push.” Seokjin looks at Taehyung. “Quite literally in your case.”
Taehyung scowls and opens his mouth but Jimin cuts him to it.
“Thank me later, lover boy. It’s time we get out of this booth. Jungkook’s gonna piss me out for practically renting the 4th stop without paying.” Jimin heads to the right path where he came from. “So let’s take our exit now so you two can finally ride together into the sunset.” He turns to you and Taehyung and smirks, “Well, literally and figuratively.”
Taehung attempts to hit him but Jimin scampers away and hollers, “You’re welcome, bro. And you too, Y/N!” Lisa and Seokjin laugh as they follow Jimin, leaving you and Taehyung walking at the back.
Taehyung turns to you. “So…are you free tomorrow? I realized I haven’t taken you to a date yet. Like, a date date”
“Yeah, I’m free. But, where will we go?”
Taehyung rubs his nape. “Well, I don’t know yet…I’m sorry I asked you when I don’t have any plans yet, I just want to be with you tomorrow–”
“It’s okay,” you smile. “We can meet at the carnival, then.”
“The carnival?”
“Yeah. Not as the prince and the ticketbooth attendant or vice versa. Just Taehyung and Y/N.”
Taehyung smiles. “I would like that. Pick you up at your house on five?”
“That’s alright with me,” you lean into his arm and look up at him, “boyfriend.”
Taehyung blushes and you giggle. You let him hold your hand as you make your way out of the horror booth to spend the rest of Enchanted Carnival’s Halloween Party with a salary waiting for you, happy and giddy, and most importantly, in love.
In every success story, there is a ninety percent probability you will hear “Fake it ‘til you make it.” Sometimes, it worked out for you, but most of the time, it didn’t. Like how you tried to use this tactic to get your crush to like you, your plans don’t usually go the way you expect them. But it’s okay, because life doesn’t work that way. It took you stressful planning days, frustrating reactions, and tearful nights for you to realize that life is not always a stage where people can just “fake” everything ‘til the script is fulfilled. Roles can be changed and mistakes can happen. What’s important is: You may have not “fake it ‘til you make it,” but at least you worked for it ‘til you made it.
A/N pt. 2 | I wrote this fic after having a massive eureka moment and I haven’t edited this out yet because it’s 2 A.M. and we die like brave men here. Anyway, planning this story was really a challenge! This is the first time I tried this AU so I researched stuff and had to like, fix and re-fix some of my plot points as I write through. Second, I wanted to incorporate the adorable prompt in a completely unexpected way so I hope it did what I intended for it to do. Also, I enjoyed making up the names of the Romcom clichés OC used. They are literal Romcom clichés but I can’t find what they’re officially called (aside from Makeover Montage) so I just made the rest up AHHAHAH. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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In honor of Pride, I’m sharing my LGBT Disney headcanon identities. Some have maybe one detail in their narratives that I took and ran with, and some are more commonly considered queer or queer-coded (or at least have more signs that I picked up on). Happy Pride!
Mulan: Genderfluid. I know that canonically she had reasons to pretend to be a man and that after she was discovered she dressed more typically feminine, but I have read some truly fantastic Genderfluid!Mulan fics, and as a genderfluid person who has grown up fascinated by Mulan, I like to view her as like me.
Shang: Bisexual. C’mon, did you not see his face when Mulan kicked him over that first time?! Boy was in love with her before she was outed.
Ling/Yao/Chien Po: Poly. Yes, I know they have a whole song about girls and in the sequel they marry a bunch of princesses, but they were super close friends and had really good chemistry, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they all got together.
Sebastian: Gay. That blue crab in the Under the Sea number is his boyfriend. And my name is Bastien and I’m gay, so Sebastian is also gay. I don’t make the rules.
Ursula: Trans. Listen. This is the epitome of queer-coded villains. She was designed after a drag queen. I’m not saying all drag queens are trans, but a lot of historically labeled drag queens have since turned out to actually probably be trans. And there isn’t a point where she’s not presenting as a woman, so she’s likely not just in drag.
Melody/Henry (Prince Charming): trans. OH MY GOD. This is my most bonkers Disney conspiracy theory. I’m sorry in advance for the long story with this one. So a year or two ago I fell down a YouTube rabbit hole about Disney theories and crossover theories. One theory was that there was (albeit conspiracy-esque) evidence to suggest Ariel is Prince Charming AKA Henry’s mom. The main reason I remember is that both are ginger, but I know there were other details. So the video creator was trying to figure out what happened to Melody between Little Mermaid II and Cinderella, but never thought Melody and Henry might be the same person. My theory based on this: Henry IS Melody. After LM2 he realized he was trans. It fits with the crossover theory without needing to explain why Melody was not at her potential-brother’s wedding. I know there’s a lot of conditions for this to work, but I think it makes more sense than the Melody and Charming are siblings but Melody is inexplicably MIA theory.
Lumiere and Cogsworth: Gay. Come on. Obviously. I will also accept that Lumiere is bi/pan and in a relationship with Cogsworth and Babette or w/e her name is. Doesn’t work as well with the live action BatB, but maybe Cogsworth is married and Lumiere is dating the feather duster and they’re also dating each other?
LeFou: Gay. Like even before the live action this much was obvious. Gaston should’ve A.) treated him way better, and B.) opened his goddamn eyes and stopped chasing Belle. (I’m on the fence about Gaston’s possible queerness though.)
Hades: Gay. I recently heard that James Woods, Hades’s VA, is homophobic. So now I’m headcanoning this out of spite in addition to, I’m sorry MF-er, but you played this guy ridiculously queer-coded. He’s gay. Deal, Woods.
Timon/Pumbaa: Do I even have to say it? They raised TWO kids together!!! Gay!!!!
Scar: Gay. That lion was queer-coded to hell and back. I know there’s issues with villains being queer-coded, but if he’s gay, I’m counting him.
Terk: Lesbian. Duhhh. She’s voiced by Rosie O’Donnell, of course she’s gay! Also all of her friends are guys, which I’m not saying makes you gay, but makes her butch-ness pretty damn overt.
Shere Khan: Gay. Sorry, I might ship him a leeetle bit with Scar.
Baloo/Bagheera: These two were Timon and Pumbaa before Timon and Pumbaa. They’re gay. No, I will not take constructive criticism.
Jafar: Gay. Man, there is a huge problem with queer-coding villains in Disney. I know he sexually harasses Jasmine, but there could be a few reasons for this (other than the fact that he’s a jackass and needs to STOP): performative heterosexuality or bi. Or power-hungry AF and not caring what he has to do to get it. I’m leaning toward that one.
Genie: Pan or Ace. I could see him going either way. I think he gets a girlfriend in the tv show, so likely either pan or panromantic asexual.
Elsa: Queer. Obviously.
Side note: I ship Elsa and Cinderella in the Wreck-It Ralph 2!verse. The bedroom eyes they give each other in the loungewear scene?! My gay ass felt that.
Merida: Ace. C’mon. She’s literally an arrow ace! Isn’t this a thing? “I’ll be shooting for my own hand”???? Girl is ace AF.
Buzz/ Woody: Do I have to say gay? Is it not obvious? Get out of here with that Jessie/ Bo Peep shit. I can play in the poly sandbox just like with Lumiere and Cogsworth. And we do not acknowledge TS4 in this house. That movie was a disgrace.
Jessie: Lesbian. I’ll take bi or pan if you want to insist she’s in a relationship with Buzz. She’s a cowgirl though.
7 Dwarves: Are they brothers? Or just roommates/coworkers? If they’re brothers, absolutely disregard because I’m not an incest shipper (okay, with the exception of Thorki). Otherwise, poly.
Donald Duck: genderfluid. Have you not seen that post going around of all the times Donald wears a dress and it’s not as a punchline? Donald is genderqueer in some capacity.
Live action BatB Stanley: genderfluid or bigender. He seems pretty chill about wearing typical men’s clothes, but when Madame de Garderobe gives him a dress he’s fucking thrilled. Stanley is me when I put on a binder. Genderfluid.
Kuzco: Pan and bigender. He’s very queer, both gender- and sexuality-related. Like he dresses as a woman in a whole scene and I don’t remember him putting up much of a fight about doing it? I could be wrong.
Feel free to add your own.
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I am someone who believes that most stories would do better if there was a character (specifically protagonist) who just puts all of there points into charisma. Like, I love villains that are just Manipulative Bastards (like MCD Zane, brilliant character and villian. A dick, but well written), but honest to god having protagonists doing those things is equally as awesome to me.
And there’s also kinda this thing with Oscar ending up giving characters morality crises (I specifically saw on thing with Neo and Cinder as like a ‘what if Neo and Cinder ended up kidnapping Oscar but he just ends up giving them a morality crises) because baby. But then I thought, okay that, but more on purpose. Like specifically trying to get people to have morality crises or just not kill him.
So of course I put two and two together, and ended creating a list of reasons I think it makes sense for Oscar to be the kind of character with all point into charisma and such.
1) It fits his actually character so far.
Oscar from what we’ve seen always tends to try talking over nearly any other plan. In V5 he got Ruby to kinda open up a bit. Durning his fight with Hazel in V5 after learning Hazel’s story he tries to convince Hazel to move on and not blame anyone other then his sister for it (“did she know the risks?”). V6 he tried talking to Jaune after the group told JNR about Salem. And in V7, while everyone else was either fighting someone or trying to get to safety, he went to talk to and convince Ironwood to stop what he’s doing. There have been quite a few times where this tactic has failed, but the point still being it’s what he nearly always defaults to. Talk and convince other as opposed to jumping to punching them. Also, in V7 when everything was kinda falling apart in Atlas while they were at the party and James was panicking because the plan was falling apart, Oscar was the one to help James realize (maybe even help come up with a plan) that this isn’t as bad as it seems and that they can turn in around. This isn’t just plain optimism, this is taking the scene and finding a way to make in work in your favor. Which I’m sure is something that will come real handy soon. On that note, since (I’m like 90% sure) we’re out of act two and into act three, things will start to look up a bit more for our protagonists. And by most means they are in a very bad situation right about now. But as we’ve seen, bad situations can be turned good in you think right.
1.5) Also, he’s not the best fighter. And he knows this. In volumn six he specifically comes into the ship with Maria to help by watching from above. He doesn’t work well by being in the front lines, and he knows that. Besides this group needs someone who can deal with, ya know, people and most of them not really seem to fill that role quite that best (I know ruby can deliver her speeches in moments if need, but could she handle a professional meeting or discussion? I think not).
2) It’s not a typical story path.
These traits of making situations work better for you and convincing other to do things you’d like (ie.dont kill me) tend to be traits more given to villains as opposed to heroes. Think about it. How many villain to you know that manipulated and cunning compared to heroes. Not much in this day and age. But RWBY has done this kind of thing before. Take Ruby for example. Just looking at her we see dark colors, a cloak, a not typical hero weapon. But then we meet her and? It’s a bouncy girl who loves weapons, loyal to her friends, and with a spark that just won’t go out. She does not seem like what we’d expect by just given her design. Oscar himself already does this to some degree. He is the actual definition of a chosen one protagonist. And yet he is not the protagonist at all, and honestly that makes this idea even more fun. As I said, this is a trait that villains tend to get. Chosen one heroes never really get this, they fight to cunning villain instead. So seeing that flipping of traits and breaking of tropes is wonderful to me, and I love it and I hope RWBY never stop doing it.
3) Greek Mythology:
There are two main kinds of heroes in Greek mythology (at least as we’ve been able to find and collect, mythology is Fucking Weird sometimes. Most times history and time don’t really help much). The prideful one, who gets destroyed by their own hubris and the cunning one. Salem falls very much into the first of those. She’s like a Bellerophon, trying to reach the gods but being struck down, or an Icarus flying to close to the sun. Oscar on the other hand seems to be a bit more like Odysseus, may not physically be the strongest, but damn he was smart enough to get out of many bad situations. Or Heracles who, despite what modern media tends to show him as, was really fricken smart. The dude managed to trick Atlas into taking the sky back by basically saying he’d take it back but then went “fun fact! I lied. Bye!”. He figured out how to take down enemies many thought were immortal though smarts and figuring out their weaknesses. He realized when he couldn’t physically do something, found a way to do it, and won some horse along the way. Ancient Greece really liked to say, Brawns won’t do you shit if you don’t have the brains to back then up, and even when as far to go with that brains were more important then brawns at points. Also, remember that story with Atlas and Heracles I just told you? Well I mean they are in Atlas and they need to find some shiny relics...
4) There will be no victory in strength:
One of the main themes in RWBY is how you can’t just fight your way out of everything. Now the main group hasn’t quite realized this yet, hence why they were so upset about the Salem thing. But Oscar is the epitome of this idea. He doesn’t go straight to fighting the majority of the time, and tries to talk with people and convince them to change. Now I’m not saying he should try that with Salem, I highly doubt that’ll work, but honestly it would probably work with most of the other antagonists in the series. (“I don’t need to be able to beat you in a fight, I just need to be able to convince you to fight someone else”).
5) Plans
Honestly, quite a few of the groups in RWBY are not the best planners. The protagonists a) tend to only think about what to do immediately and b) go to fighting first. They also don’t really back up plans, just kinda wing it of plan A doesn’t work. Ironwood is very rigid in his plans, both as not being able to deal well is the plan fails, and in letting other people bring up other ways to handle something. But as I say earlier, Oscar was the one to convince Ironwood that not all hope was lost and that new plans can be made out if the ashes of the old one. It’s sort of a “think ten steps ahead, but also look out for any opening and play with the hand you’re dealt” kind of thing. Because taking chances when you see that and bending a situation to fit what you need is very much a more manipulative move, but also can be very helpful. Especially is current plans are failing. Or everything is very very bad at the moment. And Oscar is the only we’ve really seen to something like that. Everyone else just tends to find a way that works and just stick with it, not really making room to be flexible. Flexibility is important you guys.
6) Possible Semblance:
I think one thing most of us all agree on is that there is no way that Oscar can just be holding in all of his emotions and just, like, be fully mentally ok at this point in time (okay honestly none if the kids are) and I at least would like for him to just snap. And I think a main part of that will be not having people listen to him (ie. James just shooting him instead of listen to what he had to say) and not being seen as himself and who he is. And we know that Semblances tend to relfect in a person. With all that being said, there is a power that could manage to not only hit that current issues Oscar’s having mentally, but also with the while ‘convincing others’ part. Glamour. Now I might be the only one that read about this because of what I’ve found online, but Fae Glamour, as well as being able to make you look different, can also ness with peoples brains a bit. Just like, some making you believe something different here, some changing if your perspective on reality there ya know? Oh if you’ve ever read the series, The Invisible Library (I recommend you do if you like fantasy, the multiverse, fae, dragons, etc.), the librarians in that have the ability to make this to things, the farther from what it’s normally be like the more effort it takes. Kinda like that. This also ties in with Oz general Fae-like thing. I’m not joking he’s very much like a Fae. (This would also tie into my next point woo transitions).
7) Conflict:
As has been said before, these sorts of things are not usually hero traits. And there are definitely people on the group who may not be the most okay with someone doing things that aren’t fully morally right all the time and that could very well cause some issues. Issue that is even occur would probably be dealt with in a more timely manor but still. (Also the FNDM might not like it as much as well, cause no one seems to understand that morality isn’t just black and white).
I think that’s all? I might end up adding more is I remember or think of it. Well thanks for surviving my ramble if you did read it all
#rwby#oscar pine#rwby theory#basically he’s a slytherin#like a Manipulative Bastard but Neutal Good instead Neutal/Lawful Evil#part of me is like#he wouldnt use much cause precious cinnamon roll#but another part is#MCD Zane but just on the good side of dnd allinment chart#itd be fun if that were the case#i doubt it but itd be fun#also this whole thing would probably make him a bit more involed with planning and such#so thats good for the lancer thing
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