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ckret2 · 7 months ago

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What's your stance on Ford as a person? Honestly, I believe that for thr majority of canon he is a bad person. But I believe he grew. Still not great though XD

(Love him anyways obvs)

I disagree entirely! I think he's equally as good a person as any of the other main cast.*

*Except Mabel, who, as we all know, is always right about everything.**

(**This is a lighthearted joke. For the love of god, I don't want Mabel discourse in my inbox.)

His biggest sins in the show:

After telling his brother that he was thinking about changing their shared life plans, and then discovering that his brother had gone to the high school that night for no good reason and gone to the science fair for no good reason and messed around near Ford's science project for no good reason and broke it and didn't tell Ford about it... Ford believed Stan did it intentionally and held a grudge for it. You know what, it WOULD be pretty damn hard to believe it was an accident.

Hilariously ill-equipped to cope with Fiddleford's mental health. A guy who responds to "I have anxiety" with "have you tried yoga, it helps me" isn't a bad person, he's clueless. "Character cheerfully enacts a bad idea while a loved one in the background goes NO PLEASE DON'T DO THAT" describes half the episodes of Gravity Falls.

Was successfully manipulated by a professional manipulator into believing his best friend wished him ill. Man, what a terrible person Ford is for being manipulated by a manipulator and saying cruel things to somebody he'd been genuinely convinced was trying to harm him.

??? Didn't say thanks to a guy he was still mad at after the guy fixed a problem he himself had caused. This is a solitary example of stubborn bad etiquette, jesus christ. There's half a dozen different reasons why it makes perfect sense Ford wasn't in the right mindset to feel grateful, this is not something worth indicting his entire character over.

He had high ambitions, which everyone seems to lambast him for, but high ambitions that wouldn't have required doing anybody harm! (Until the professional manipulator started manipulating him into harming the people around him, but we are going to demonstrate some reading comprehension and not blame Ford's underlying morality as a person for things he never would've done if not for Bill's bullying, con artistry, and outright lies.) Like, what is it that he wanted to do with his life? Use his talents to get rich and famous? Shit, that's exactly what Stan wanted to do with his life. It's what Dipper fantasizes about doing with his life. Even Mabel, who thinks about her long-term future the least, dreams big with her art & performances and is already making big money off cheap-ass commissions. What terrible people they all are, for—let me check my notes here—uhhh... unrealistically fantasizing about achieving success in life by doing the things they're good at.

When their dad accuses Stan of lying as a child, Ford puts his entire summer on the line to defend Stan even though he knows Stan is a habitual liar and has no reason to believe Stan is telling the truth this time.

When his new college roommate he barely even knows gets laughed at for proposing an outlandish scientific theory, his first emotion is outrage at this injustice and he drops everything to convince his already-despondent roommate that he was right and help him prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

When he moves to a new town, he tries again and again to befriend his new neighbors, and fails not because he's rude or a jerk, but because he's awkward as hell, tells terrible jokes, and sucks at identifying phoenixes.

When Fiddleford gets hurt around him, he cares about it, feels guilty about putting him in that position, doesn't want it to happen again, and tries his best to help even though he's bad at helping.

When he gets kidnapped by a weird holiday folklore creature, he concludes without even thinking about it that he's now in charge of protecting and rescuing the kidnapped kids. Yeah, then he immediately starts hollering at the folklore creature for trying to impose his religious beliefs on Ford and the kids—but like, Ford was right tho, he just had bad timing.

When he discovers that the Northwest family committed atrocities against their poorer neighbors a century ago, his first instinct is to march up to their house, find the first Northwest he can locate, and give them a piece of his mind for it. Like, this won't even FIX anything. He's just THAT OUTRAGED over the injustice.

When he sees what he thinks is a fortune telling fraud conning the people, he attempts to debunk her because he's mad to see someone cheating other people with lies—and when he can't debunk her, he just leaves her alone rather than harass her about it. Typically, if assholes think somebody's doing something wrong but don't have any proof of it and fail to get proof when they look, they decide they're right anyway and keep giving that person shit. Ford doesn't give her shit. That's the opposite of an asshole move.

When he discovers his Portal To Knowledge (And Fame & Fortune) is actually a Portal To Doom (But Still Possibly Fame & Fortune, Maybe Even Godly Power), he isn't tempted for a second to keep working on it anyway. There is no moment where Bill manages to tempt him. No matter what Bill offers, no matter how long Bill offers, never, at ANY point, does Ford have a SECOND of "but what if I did make a deal with the devil?" the way so many heroes in similar situations often do.

You ever notice that? So often moral moments in the show are presented as choices the characters make. Will or won't Dipper give Bill a "puppet" in exchange for knowledge. Will or won't Stan fight a pterodactyl to protect Mabel's pig. Will or won't Mabel hand Bipper the journal. Ford is never given a "will or won't he" moment over Bill's threats, offers of friendship, or offers of infinite power—he steamrolls straight past them without a second of consideration—because, to him, the selfish, cowardly, easy choice ISN'T EVEN AN OPTION. He doesn't even SEE it as making a choice because the possibility of doing the wrong thing is invisible. A character who wavers first before turning Bill down would look more noble for "overcoming" temptation—it's harder to notice just how much stronger Ford's moral compass must be to not even feel temptation in the first place.

Greed and pride never tempt him to join Bill's side. Exhaustion, despair, and fear never tempt him to give up. He bears up under weeks, possibly months of extreme sleep deprivation, physical torture, psychological torture, emotional torture, threats of death, threats of brainwashing, threats to his family. He doesn't hold up so that he can pat himself on the back for being a hero—if that was all it was he would've gone "screw it, this isn't worth it and nobody would know I'm the one who gave up" a week in—he does it because he simply knows it must be done and because he's so isolated (half because of Bill's influence!) that he believes he's the one who must do it, all alone.

Thinking he has to do it by himself isn't egotism or pride; it's helplessness. He thinks no one else stands a chance. He thinks he's alone.

And, when he discovers his Portal To Knowledge is a Portal To Doom, he immediately feels guilty. No trying to deny the situation to protect his ego. No shuffling the blame off to someone else. No "maybe the apocalypse could have a silver lining!" No locking the door and trying to ignore the problem. He blames himself for being fooled—he IMMEDIATELY takes full responsibility for his actions—and he CONTINUES to take responsibility FOR THE NEXT THIRTY YEARS.

He takes more responsibility than is even warranted—he treats himself like he's an idiot for believing in an APPARENT GOD who's been practicing manipulating humans for thousands of years and who had never given Ford reason to believe the portal was anything but what Bill said it was. He beats himself up to no end every single time his past with Bill comes up. He even keeps beating himself up thirty years later when he's shoving warning notes to future readers in Bill's evil unkillable book!

When he falls into the multiverse, he dedicates his entire life NOT to finding a way to rescue himself, but to finding a way to permanently stop the CHAOS GOD who's still at the threshold of destroying Ford's world and countless others. He makes himself a hated criminal in the process, just to stop Bill. He's ready to spend the rest of his life trying to protect a world he doesn't think he'll ever see again. He does it because, as he sees it, somebody has to stand in between the children and the obnoxious folklore cryptid menacing them, and he's the only adult in this damn cave with the skills and knowledge for the job.

When he gets home, he doesn't tell his family about Bill and his quest because he's afraid that doing so will get them involved and endanger them too—and because he's too deeply ashamed of himself and his mistakes to stand the thought of his family knowing about the horrible things he's done (AGAIN, WHILE BEING MANIPULATED BY THE GOD OF MANIPULATION).

He loves his great-niece and great-nephew the second he lays eyes on them; he nevertheless tries to steer away from them to keep them safe from Bill; and yet he caves to the very first temptation to emotionally bond with his great-nephew he gets, because in spite of his noble "keep them safe" intentions, he wants so so badly to be close to his family.

As pissed as he still is at Stan and even though neither of them can look at each other without hissing like cats, he still makes an attempt to start bridging their divide by inviting him to play DD&MD.

When the apocalypse happens, he immediately puts his life on the line to try to kill Bill.

And when he's captured, isn't fazed for a second by Bill's offers or threats... until his family is threatened. The exact thing he'd been trying to avoid & prevent from the very start.

And when he's reunited with Fiddleford, his immediate reaction is to point out that Fiddleford's well within his rights to hate him—which isn't a new revelation, it's not like Ford had to do any soul-searching to reach this conclusion, he'd concluded that 30 years ago the instant he realized Bill had played him and that he'd been lied to about Fiddleford.

And then he tries to kill Bill again.

And then he's ready to sacrifice his own life to kill Bill—and the only reason he doesn't is because he has a metal plate preventing him from making the sacrifice... but, Stan doesn't have a plate. If Ford hadn't had the metal plate, he would have gladly done the exact same thing Stan did—and he would have thought it was right for him and only him to make that sacrifice, because it's VERY clear he feels (and has felt from the start) that this is all his fault and he's obligated to fix it.

Over and over and over, these are Ford's two defining character traits: getting so pissed off at injustice that his common sense shuts off and he goes into terminator mode until he's righted this wrong as best he can, even when he can't actually do anything about it; and feeling like he's Atlas, weighed down with the full responsibility of fixing everything he's done wrong and made to believe that, for everyone else's sake, he has to do it all alone. Even when doing so puts himself in harm's way, even when he has to put his entire life on hold for it, even if it might cost him his life. Scrape off his awkward social skills, his loneliness, his nerdiness, his endless curiosity, his zealous love of the strange, his starry ambitions, his yearning for recognition and success—scrape his personality down to the bone and that's what you're left with. A man who believes in defending the exploited so strongly that it makes him a little stupid.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume that you probably don't think Stan's fundamentally a bad person, and that you probably think that isn't even worth questioning. Stan's made a whole career out of swindling people, conning them out of as much money as he possibly can, stealing, lying, committing a long list of goofily-named crimes, and attempting douchy pick-up artistry on women; and to cap it all off, he held the safety of the entire universe hostage to demand a goddamn "thank you." Don't send me any "But he had reasons—" "But it was only to—" I don't need it, I don't want the essay, I'm not arguing that Stan's a bad guy, it's fine.

But. You can look at Stan's moments of cruelty and unkindness, his uncharitable thoughts, his character flaws, and think, "that doesn't define him. He's more than his cruelest moments and worst mistakes. He's imperfect, but he cares so much and his heart's in the right place, and beneath all the flaws his core is good."

And if you can't do the same for Ford, it's not because he's a worse person. It's because we got two seasons with Stan and five and a half episodes with Ford—and while we saw Stan yearning to fish with the kids or encouraging Mabel to whoop Pacifica's butt at minigolf or crying over a black and white period drama or punching zombies to save his family, we only saw Ford at the worst moments in his life and under the stress of a prolonged apocalyptic crisis—and, it so happens, all the moments he was pissed at the guy we spent two seasons learning to love.

Ford's got moments of cruelty and unkindness, uncharitable thoughts, and character flaws. But, at his core, he's a good person, and he always has been, and he still is.

#anonymous #ask #gravity falls #grunkle ford #ford pines #(note to self: when you see an ask that makes you go 'god i don't wanna get into this; i'll type something quick & punchy and move on'—)#(—do NOT start typing something 'quick & punchy' when your adhd meds are wearing off.)#(they WILL last just long enough for you to snap into a hyperfocus but not long enough for you to have the power to stop typing.)#(i'm thirsty.)#meta

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frudoo · 23 days ago

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I am a plague tonight and I’m making it your problem 💀

John Price x tattoo artist reader… he finds them cos they specialise in neo trad stuff. The boys keep teasing him that his tattoos are aging worse than he is, colour fading and lines blurring, so John decides to treat himself, have a little self care time getting poked.

Doesn’t hurt at all, not with that pretty face poking him. Doesn’t she look so sweet when she concentrates?! Obvs he can’t help but imagine what else he could absorb her time with.

Spoiler alert it’s him

Emmy! Here's nearly 1,850 words worth of a prompt you sent me last year (oops)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Needles, obviously. Suggestive. Fem!Reader. MDNI.

Muppets, the lot of them, guffawing at their beloved captain over the rims of their condensed glasses. John is far from tipsy but not quite stone cold sober, a nice buzz brewing in his brain. It blissfully distracts from the idiocy of his drunken team and their jabs at him.

“Fookin’-” Johnny hiccups, then continues. “Ah reckon they’re fookin’ ancient! Wha’, Cap, did ye steal yer designs from a bleedin’ museum? The- the hero… herogilfibs… the heir-?”

“Hieroglyphics, y’knobhead,” Simon snorts, smacking the back of the Scotsman’s neck as he finishes the last of his drink.

“Tav’s go’ a poin’, sir,” Kyle grins mischievously. “Ya tattoos really are lookin’ worse than ya face, ol’ man.”

“Shove it up your arses,” John rolls his eyes, tossing back the rest of his beer before slamming the bottle down on the table. “You’re all coverin’ my tab.”

Slurred protests and pleas fall from the other three men’s lips as John leaves the bar without so much as a look back. The cool rush of evening air hits him, and John breathes it in gratefully. The smell of booze was starting to give him a migraine.

As he heads in the direction of his flat, the streetlights illuminate what little of his tattoos show past the sleeves of his t-shirt. The guys are right—his tattoos that were once vibrant and full of color have dulled, much like… well, himself.

God, when’s the last time he did something for himself that didn’t include going out to the pub or rotting in bed all day while on leave? He’s not even fucking forty yet, and still his knees creak, and his face is bone-dry, and there is nothing to celebrate in his life besides the fact that he’s been able to avoid death for this long. He’s in desperate need of something to look forward to other than piles of paperwork and the crippling knowledge that his next mission could very well be his last. That’s hardly any comfort.

He checks his phone and grumbles when he sees that it’s only eight o’clock. Fucking hell, he’s displaying more old man tendencies than he thought. He weighs his options; there’s no way in hell he’s walking back into that pub and risking more lighthearted insults—or, worse, actually having to pay for his own drinks. He could head back home and climb into bed, staring at the ceiling until it hurts to shut his dried out eyes. Neither choice is more attractive to him. With a groan, he turns on his heel and heads in the opposite direction of his flat, determined to find something to occupy his time.

It’s either fate, luck, or some sick joke that he ends up standing face-to-face with a little tattoo shop. He scans the outside of the brick foundation, reading the poster that they have hanging in the window. There are three artists here that specialize in realistic black and grey, and another who specializes in color. Back when John first got his tattoos, he wasn’t interested in having a certain style, he simply just pointed at the wall and told his artist to put it on him.

John sighs and reluctantly walks into the shop, looking around at all the art on the walls. It’s beautiful, of course, with intricate details in both large and small works done by the talented artists. Hopefully they’re as good with tattoo machines as they are with pencils and markers.

“Can I help you?”

John turns toward the voice behind the counter, his eyes widening slightly as he sees, quite possibly, the most gorgeous woman to ever live. Captain John Price, the big, scary bear of a man, whose mere presence is enough to demand respect, stammers over his words.

“I-I, uh… I’m looking to g-get, erm…”

“Sir, if you don’t know what you want, you’re welcome to have a seat and figure it out, or stop wasting my time,” the deity raises an eyebrow and John feels all the blood in his body rush south.

“Tattoos! I-I need to get my tattoos… replenished?” He hums, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I see what we’re working with?”

John is quick to roll up his sleeves, revealing sad, sun-worn ink. When your fingertips gently brush over the work on his freckled skin, he has to will every goosebump threatening to rise to stay beneath the surface.

“Damn, when did you get these done? The Renaissance era?” You joke, huffing through your nose as you look up at him.

“Been told they look pretty rough,” John grunts.

“Nothing I can’t handle. How much were you expecting to get done tonight?” You cross your arms over your torso—the man is fighting demons trying not to stare at the delicious crease of your cleavage.

“What time does the shop close?”

“How much money you got?”

“Touché.”

With a giggle that makes birdsong seem more akin to nails on a chalkboard, you lead him back to your station, plopping a clipboard of paperwork into his lap the moment he slides into the chair. Once he’s finished filling out all the forms, John takes a moment to admire the canvases decorating your area, humming with approval. It’s all clean, perfectly neat work. There’s no doubt in his mind that you’ll be able to turn the eyesore that is his old tattoos into something worthy of being displayed in a gallery.

You slump into your own chair, motioning for him to roll up his sleeve once again. He complies, of course.

“Since it’s just your bicep, I’m thinking we can get this arm done tonight if everything goes smoothly, which I expect it will,” you explain.

“Sounds good to me,” John smiles.

You grin in satisfaction, giving him a small nod as you snap on a pair of sterile gloves. While you shave and prep his skin, he leans back against the headrest, allowing his eyes to shut peacefully. It’s nice, knowing he’s doing this for his own benefit, not for the greater good of the world or the men in suits who order him around to do their dirty work for them. When he hears the first buzz of your machine, he opens one eye long enough to watch as you bring it to his skin.

“Ready?” You ask, and he hums his confirmation.

As expected, it doesn’t hurt. Not really. Compared to the countless injuries he’s sustained on the field—bullet wounds, knives to the abdomen, things he’d rather not think about at the moment—the pain is nothing. If anything, it brings him comfort. If he’s not hurting somewhere at all times, he tends to forget he’s alive.

“Considering you got these done back when dinosaurs were roaming around, it’s pretty good work,” you tease, and that makes his head perk up.

“Got jokes, do ya?” He muses.

“Oh, plenty. The night’s still young,” you wink up at him and John thinks he sees stars.

Truly, you are ethereal, tattoos of your own scattered across your supple skin. His crystal blue eyes trace over every inch of your face—the way your tongue catches between your teeth while you work on the smaller details, the scrunch in your brow as you trace over the thicker lines. You do the tiniest little dance between each stroke, and it makes him chuckle. He can’t help but admire you.

“Got a staring problem?” You tease, taking a break from filling in the outlines to wipe away the blood.

John’s face flushes, and he pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand in embarrassment. He’s hardly a humorless man, but the way you joke with him so freely has him blushing like an idiot.

“It’s okay. I’m used to elderly men checking me out.”

John groans as you cackle at your own words, but in reality it amuses him to no end.

“Do I really look that bloody old?” He grumbles.

“Nah, I’m just messing with you. You’re kinda… I mean, you’re a dilf,” you shrug.

“I’m a fuckin’ what?”

“Let’s just say that there’s a niche and you fill it perfectly,” you grin widely, enjoying the confusion written on his features.

He’s silent for a long moment, only the music playing over the speakers and the soft hum of your machine audible. Every time you move even slightly, his gaze follows. Normally, if it were anyone else you’d be uncomfortable, but he’s so charming and handsome. You welcome it, really.

“Do you have a wife? Kids?” You break the silence, meeting his eye briefly while you dip the needle into some more ink.

“Not hardly,” he answers, sucking his teeth. “Not for lack o’tryin’, though.”

“Sorry to hear that,” you bite your bottom lip, feeling bad for bringing the subject up.

“I’m not. It’s just reality that no woman goes after a grumpy ol’ man past his prime,” John chuckles humorlessly.

“Bullshit,” you roll your eyes. “You’re fucking hot. I bet there’s a whole group of women drooling over you that you’re not even aware of.”

“You seem pretty certain,” John raises his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curling just barely upward.

“I told you, there’s a niche that you fill,” you double down on your statement, beginning to fill the linework of the final piece on his arm with color. “And, maybe, I just so happen to be an enjoyer of that niche.”

John’s heart skips a beat. His fingers twitch with excitement, and he can no longer hold back a smile.

“That right, love?”

“Ah, don’t go getting a big head, now,” you laugh, sniffling softly.

“Well, you sure know how to inflate a man’s ego,” he jokes.

“Keep that shit up and I’m charging you extra!”

“Do that and I won’t give you a tip.”

“Which kind?” You ask, biting back a snort as you watch his face contort with a scandalized look.

“Cheeky fuckin’ thing, you!”

Your shoulders bounce with your laughter as you finish the final touches of his last tattoo. You clean the entire area of his raw skin with alcohol wipes before carefully covering it with a few large pieces of saniderm. You smooth the wrap out gently, ensuring that there are no air bubbles. Satisfied, you lean back in your seat, disposing of your used needles and other supplies.

“You’ll leave this first saniderm on for about 24 hours, then you can take it off and gently wash the tattoos with unscented soap and warm water,” you explain, spinning your chair to face him. “You can come back to me tomorrow night, and I’ll replace the saniderm for you.”

“I’m all set, then?” He asks softly, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

“Yes, sir,” you beam, telling him the amount he owes you. “Wait, one thing, though—I never asked for your name.”

“It’s John, love.”

“Well then, John,” you hum, handing him one of your business cards that oh-so-conveniently has your personal number written on the back. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The man slips your card into his wallet, radiant, sparkling eyes meeting your own as he stands.

“I guess you will.”

#ask me!#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x female reader #fem!reader #tattoo artist!reader

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 3 months ago

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you guys. i have seen the henry danger movie. omg…

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD IT IS??? also i will be discussing SPOILERS, so if u haven’t seen it yet DO NOT READ!!

okay first of all. DOOOOOOFUSSS!! it was so good to see ray again, speaking as a ray girlie. he was only in it for like what? 5 seconds? best five seconds of my life and omg he looked SO HOT. woof woof

but also jace? i’ve always preferred Captain Man but goddamn jace looked so fine in this movie especially in the shimmers scene in his open neck shirt. just chef’s kiss sir. i love our angsty boi although it feels like he’s only been in dystopia for a little bit and he’s already left?

interesting but i have no idea when the movie is set on the timeline—like is it after danger force?

i think the shimmers scene was my favourite. the whole movie is just exceptionally good like i enjoyed the thundermans movie but it wasn’t 10/10 perfection with the pacing and storyline. maybe i’m biased but henry danger was great. exactly what i wanted to see after the car crash that was the end of danger force.

the camera work and cgi and script are just so good. the writers clearly got the henry danger nostalgia and ran with it for us older fans whilst still retaining something young or even new fans. the entire hour or so flew by and i was smiling throughout all of it, just loving all the references and seeing all my favourite characters again.

plus, i think missy was a great character. sometimes the kids in danger force get on my nerves but she was just so sweet and funny. also her writing fanfiction just called me out. it’s like the writers were staring right at me - the smut writer lol

am i a little sad that charlotte/riele couldn’t be in it? yes, but they still mentioned her, so i think it’s fine. plus, they hinted at a cliffhanger that might mean more in the dangerverse (maybe another show like what they’re doing with the thundermans?)

overall i think they did the dangerverse fandom justice. they could’ve screwed it up so easily but it was such a fun, lighthearted thing and i really enjoyed it.

obvs i’m still finishing off the main story and there’s still two seasons of df for me to rewrite. HOWEVER!

will i be rewriting this movie with our sweet girl? hell yes i am. miss danger is gonna team up with her bby boi henry hart.

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paperstorm · 3 months ago

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5x10 really just feels like a whole checklist of everything that's wonderful about this show didn't it? Happy moments and gut-wrenching ones, conflict where nobody is the villain and you can see where all sides are coming from, leaning into difficult emotional journeys even if they're ugly, characters being unconditionally there for their friends and loved ones (Owen/Judd obvs but also Marjan bringing scarves for Tommy from the place she gets her hijabs my HEART), celebrating diversity, funny moments, the 126 being a family, field rescues that mirror what characters are going through, lighthearted callbacks to earlier plots, delicate stories treated with such care and empathy, so much heartbreak mixed up with so much joy. What a show I wish we had 10 more seasons but I will treasure episodes like this forever.

#911 lone star

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choccy-milky · 1 year ago

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oh boy anon, you’ve activated my trap card. GET READY FOR A SEBASTIAN CHARACTER ANALYSIS ESSAY BELOW LMAO

ok so first off I know im obvs biased, but I don’t actually think my seb is that ooc, AND PUT DOWN YOUR PITCHFORKS IMMA EXPLAIN WHY. but im also gonna explain why I don’t think the other more friendly and lighthearted renditions of seb are ooc either. bc theres so many aspects of seb we get in the game that can be interpreted in so many diff ways, and so this is how i see it/landed on MY rendition of seb:

PROTECTIVENESS/POSSESSIVENESS: this is one of the main aspects of him, imo. his entire questline is about wanting to cure anne, and how he’s not giving up, and how he believes that HE is the only one that can do it, because “she’s MY sister!” seb is super tunnel visioned and has a one-track mind when it comes to this, and I headcanon that he’s this way because of their parents deaths. he’s the brother, the boy, he’s gotta be strong for his sister, and ofc when their parents died, he tries to comfort her and be there for her/be the rock, and it happens again when she’s sick. shes his sister, his responsibility, and he’ll die before he gives up on her and her safety.

SO, I just transfer all those aspects over to a romantic relationship instead. you just replace “shes my sister” with simply, “she’s mine/my gf/my wife/etc.” and in the same way I think seb tries to be strong and reliable and protect anne because he’s the brother, I think seb would be the same way in a relationship, because he’s a boy and she’s a girl and its 1890 and he’s chivalrous and he just sees it as his responsibility. I think the death of his parents and his dynamic with anne has baked this sort of mindset into him, and its even MORE intense in a romantic aspect, because then hormones and puberty and sexual tension and attraction is involved (plus the fact that seb in my fic is 17, so he’s older and has even stronger raging hormones and testosterone LOL.

JEALOUSY: who can forget the lines “between the two of you, I’m starting to feel left out” and “ominis simply needs a moment with you and he’ll change his mind. is that it?” the first one is more playful but I feel like the second one really showcases sebs brand of jealousy, and how biting and uncharitable it can be.

AGGRESSION/VIOLENCE: yet another iconic line with: “fine. but ominis knows, I won’t step back from a fight.” LIKE... the fact that apparently ominis knows this means its come up more than once…and im not saying seb is some unruly aggressor who flies off the handle at anything, but he defs has a capacity and is willing to get violent if HE believes the situation calls for it—basically the same way he feels about the dark arts. he felt justified using imperio to protect anne, and taking the relic to save anne, and so he would have fought ominis to get out of the catacomb. and with MY seb, while he doesn’t go picking fights with any boy who looks or gets close to clora, he’ll definitely be willing to beat up or lay hands on a creep who bothers clora/who is in the process of bothering her LOL.

SO YEAH, that’s pretty much it, and I’ll be the first to admit I definitely ramp up these traits further because he’s older in my fic and i think these traits would only get more intensified with age + being in love and also bc IM A TWILIGHT GIRLIE!!! what can I say. there are so many moments in my fic where you can just replace seb with edward and it wouldn’t seem out of place tbh LMAOO so blame twilight, it was a formative experience for me BAHAHA

BUT like I ALSO said, I don’t think peoples more lighthearted interpretations of seb are ooc either. because even all my earlier above examples, you can just focus on diff aspects of them. like his tunnel vision and obsession to cure anne? instead of seeing it as over the top protective and possessive, you can just view it in a more wholesome determined selfless sort of way. like I said we got so many nice little bits and ingredients of his personality that we can turn into anything we want, really👌just pick which flavour of seb u like best and use what we got in game to create it HAHA

AW TYY QUEEN BAHAHA💖 and aw im always so honoured when ppl tell me they consider my stuff canon that’s like the best compliment I can get, tysm 😭 and im glad you like my fic and art so much (enough for your friends and family to unfortunately know💀 LMAOO)

im adding your ask to this because it kinda ties into my seb essay. LETS GET INTO WHY A SWEET BABY ANGEL WOULD LIKE SOMEONE LIKE SEB. the answer ISSS: the same reason WE’RE also all into him I guess?? BAHHA

ok but to start off im gonna defend my seb, not only cause of what you said anon (i dont want you to feel like this is targeted to you!) but also bc I got an ask recently asking me to summarize seb and clora’s relationship since all they see from my art is that “they fuck and seb is possessive” LMAO, and I feel like ppl who JUST see my art and don’t read my fic have a warped image of my seb.

this may be shocking but I don’t consider my seb a red flag LMAO. I joke about how hes more of a pink flag tbh, but even THAT i dont even really believe, and don’t even consider him overly possessive. like yes he keeps an eye on her when shes hanging around other boys, but I feel like that’s normal (esp for 1890) and all of his most possessive moments have been when theres been a threat to cloras life/coming from a place of love and protection (especially since clora is so self-sacrificial, she’d have killed herself by now if not for seb LOL) so to me id actually put Sebastian as being PROTECTIVE as his first and foremost trait, followed by the possessiveness.

and yeah he gets jealous, but unless a dude is actively trying to get with her/hitting on her/harassing her, he’ll otherwise just kinda be unhappy about it/let it play out/ watch on unhappily LOL. and even when lawley was blackmailing clora and getting in between her and sebs relationship and lying about how close he and clora were, seb demanded answers from CLORA on what was happening between the two of them, but he didn’t touch lawley or tell him to stay away. bc seb thought that was what clora wanted, so he let her drift away. if he was TRULY a red flag, in this instance he would have just beat up lawley for taking what was "his"/not allow clora to leave him/immediately go to lawley instead of clora, and tell him to stay away despite what clora might want. (and clora even WISHED seb had interfered and done this. she was like 'why is he letting me drift away and go off with lawley i WANT him to fight for me...but she couldn't actually say anything thanks to the blackmail)

clora doesn’t just 'put up' with sebs more possessive and protective behaviour though, she actually likes it HAHA. just bc shes a precious baby angel, we all like a bad boy, even back then. just look at jane eyre, and how popular the dark and brooding and assholey mr. rochester was.

she tells seb at one point that she likes those things about him, even his immature competitive side, and his darker sides, and that he shouldn’t try to hide them or change himself because she accepts them. and even putting aside all of the stuff they’ve been through together that has bonded them (like the main canon quests + annes curse and then CLORA being cursed, and then clora being kidnapped and seb saving her) clora thought seb was roguish and charming and witty and intelligent and good looking from day 1. add to the fact that he’s just so devoted to her in everything he does, that even if he CAN get a bit overbearing at times, how could you NOT fall for someone like that😩 someone whose possessive behavior just stems from wanting to protect you and love you and want to keep you safe and cherish you like DAMN…. GET ME A SEB, TOO. WHERES MINE!!!😭😭

clora also realizes in ch 32 WHY seb is so protective of her (the trauma with his parents and wanting to be there for anne) and that she accepts it, and enjoys it, and that she might even MISS it if seb were to ever get less protective of her/might get lonely LOL, and then sebs like "i’ve "spoiled you, have i?"

so YEAH I don’t think sebs protectiveness and possessiveness goes into any toxic territory or red flag territory PERSONALLY (and the time that it DID get toxic was because of the relic, and clora DID put her foot down)

but my normal seb? whose dream in life is to whisk clora away into a tower and lock her up to keep her safe and keep her all to himself, but that he’d never ACTUALLY do because he knows its insane and unreasonable but jokes about wanting to do it anyway bc he would if clora agreed? clora finds that endearing and cute and is touched by how much he loves her and wants to keep her safe.

IN CLOSING: I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

#LONG ASS SEB ESSAY #this was so therapeutic to write i hope that people who dont read my fic now understand my seb a bit better #like i said i feel like he gets a bad wrap/people think hes super ooc from his canon just based on my art alone #sebastian sallow #i wanted to write this ever since that one ask where they were like what do they do other than bang and be jealous HAHAHA #ANON MY FIC IS 500K WORDS THEY DO A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF TRUST ME #and even when seb is super possessive and protective im still usually on his side LMAOO #like just based on my art you defs might think seb is unreasonable but #for the ppl who actually read my fic they know clora is on like a self sacrifice speedrun LOOL #forget team edward and team jacob its team seb and team clora #and im usually a girl's girl but sorry clora im usually with seb and his logic when it comes to keeping u safe LMAOO #sebastian sallow x oc #ask

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✮⋆˙ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 ˙⋆✮

| pairing: johnny x manager!oc

| warnings: 18+ MDNI.

| aurora's note: haneul is an oc. he has similar traits and experiences to various irl idols, but he's an oc.

Out of the blue one morning, Taeyong woke Aurora up by calling her two separate times, which meant he wasn’t just looking to hang out, something else was going on. The second the latter call began, Aurora groaned and turned her head so that she could peek her eyes open just enough to see where she was reaching for her phone.

“Ne?”

Somehow, so early in the morning, Taeyong thought it was appropriate to ask his boss to meet him at the office. On a weekend. Of course her first reaction was to ask if it could wait until Monday— Which was less of a question and more of a kind demand that he delay until Monday when they would be on the clock— But Taeyong insisted that it couldn't be helped, so despite her plans to bed rot the weekend away, Aurora dragged herself out of bed and to the office.

When she arrived, the office was as quiet as it could possibly be on the weekends, which meant that most people were home, however there were plenty of single people who had too much work to do and not enough excuses to keep them at home outside of proper work hours. On Aurora’s floor, no one was around— Good. She’d sent everyone home and dared them to try sneaking in without her knowing, because that would only earn them more work that she’d purposefully throw on their desks to teach them what it really meant to be overburdened.

The boardroom which Taeyong asked Aurora to meet him in was lit up but the blinds were tilted so that she couldn’t see through the glass walls until she entered. Once she’d thrown the door open, however, she was caught off guard. All of the 127 boys were gathered. She only expected Taeyong, yet… all of them? That was a surprise, especially so early on a weekend morning.

“What is it? What’s wrong— Who fucked up this time?” Aurora sighed as she dropped her bag on the floor. “I really don’t feel like covering up someone’s mess today, guys…” She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

Much to her surprise, however, the boys all laughed at her. Well that was certainly a more lighthearted tone than she anticipated… So no one fucked up? Then why had they called her there?

Taeyong walked around the big boardroom table and all of the boys in order to sneak up behind Aurora before guiding her to take a seat between Jaehyun and Doyoung. She looked around like a deer lost in headlights. Even Johnny was amused, a bright smile on his face while the boys followed Taeyong's lead. When he nodded, Jungwoo started apologizing for not knowing that Aurora had given them their team necklaces, and for making her feel like she couldn’t gift them herself when she first started working with them. She’d been their strongest pillar of support, she deserved better than them. They felt awful— Poor Haechan was pouting in the corner. Mark made a comment about how Aurora had become part of their family over the years, and now they thought it was only fair to make her an official part of the team too.

Taeyong grabbed Aurora’s wrist. She didn’t really have time to try to pull away from him before he began sliding a charm bracelet onto her.

Aurora furrowed her brows in confusion. Of course they were quick to explain themselves before she could jump to any kind of conclusions on her own. They all thought up a way to show their appreciation for what she had done for them over the past few years, so the bracelet was an obvious answer to compliment their team necklaces which they figured wouldn’t be unique enough for her, as well as customizable enough for them to individually thank her. So the charm bracelet allowed them to each gift her a charm. Slowly. Over time. Taeyong was first, so he naturally got green to represent the team and to match with their necklaces. Yuta got the pink gem because he knew that it was her favorite color. “Obviously,” he commented casually. And while jabbing Yuta's side, Johnny smiled at Aurora and said that for every year they would know each other, someone else would get to gift her a new charm with a story behind it.

“Is it random?” she asked.

“We drew sticks,” Johnny replied.

As everyone chuckled, Aurora looked down at the bracelet on her wrist and she smiled. “Thank you, everyone. Really.” She giggled and looked back up. “But this probably could’ve waited until work hours.”

Taeyong threw himself on her, his arms wrapped over her shoulders from behind and he squeezed hard enough to get her to shut up.

At least their day was empty. No schedules, no personal requirements or plans. Just good ol’ free time that left them staring at Aurora, waiting to see what was next, to which she smiled and asked if they wanted to practice anyhow— Just for fun, with no choreographers around to tell them to focus or correct them if they were doing something wrong. They could just learn one silly choreography and call it a day. Before the whole offer hit the air, Jungwoo and Haechan were pushing each other out of the way to be the first out of the meeting room and up to one of the many empty practice rooms so that they could plug their phone in and choose the song they’d be dancing to. Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Mark left more calmly than that. Meanwhile, Johnny, Taeyong, and Yuta stayed a bit longer just to tease Aurora with those smug grins of theirs before Yuta jumped on top of Taeyong, putting even more weight on Aurora’s back.

“You guys are going to smother her,” Johnny warned.

Despite that, though, Aurora grabbed one of Taeyong and one of Yuta's hands and squeezed. “Can you guys tell me who’s got next year?” She looked over at Johnny with pleading eyes. However, Johnny shook his head, laughing at her like the question was amusing, then he meandered out of the boardroom. She looked over her shoulder at Taeyong. “Please!”

“Sorry, noona, you’ll find out next year.”

“Which means you can’t leave us. Ever. You’re stuck with us forever,” Yuta teased, kissing Aurora’s cheek before he finally got off of them, allowing Taeyong to stand too, giving Aurora’s back a fucking break.

“Is it really a good gift?”

Aurora nodded. “Yeah. Whose idea was it?”

“Guess,” Yuta commented.

Of fucking course it was Johnny. Well, it could’ve been Taeyong or Yuta, obviously, but telling by the looks on their faces, it was Johnny's bright idea to do something for her so that she’d be included too. She’d have to thank him later. Not in front of everyone else, and not accusing him of being the only reason the boys wanted to give her something, but at least something to show that she was grateful. Since they didn’t really have plans, maybe she could convince him to go out somewhere— Oh, she’d been dying to drag Johnny to a mini norae bang coin booth that could only fit the two of them in some basement on some random street in Gangnam where she could make him purposefully sing horribly to match her inability to sing.

Aurora just laughed it off and took their hands again so that she could properly drag them out of the boardroom to meet up with the boys upstairs. There, Jungwoo had Haechan pinned down near the in-wall stereo without anyone’s phone plugged in yet, but Jaehyun was taking his shot next since his supposed competition was preoccupied with each other. However, Johnny was his competition. When Jaehyun made a move for the plug, Johnny tackled him, and Aurora rolled her eyes. Men. Thankfully Taeyong put on his dad voice, prompting all the boys to stop what they were doing and turn to look at their leader and their manager who appeared to be less than impressed by their immaturity. Aurora stepped over the Jungwoo and Haechan pile, then she kicked out Johnny's leg from beneath him, causing him to topple over a short distance to the floor since he was already in an awkward position given his chokehold on Jaehyun, then she plugged in her own phone without any protests from the boys.

The early months of the dating phase were a mixture of awkwardness, which Aurora expected, but also a touch of seamless comfortability. Sometimes it just depended on the day or the date. Johnny and Aurora liked to switch off planning dates in order to make it fair, and whenever it came around to his dates, he liked to be secretive in order to surprise her, as if he thought it was fun to see the look on her face whenever she realized where they were or what they were doing. The worst kinds of dates were the ones Aurora had to anxiously wait for throughout a long day of work. Johnny always liked to take Aurora places after performances or public appearances that the NCT boys made, which was his way of unwinding while also getting to spend time with his favorite girl— and being able to define a clear line between their work and personal lives. At the office and performances, they were all business. Aurora had a million things to worry about, she couldn’t stop to give him special attention or treatment; and Johnny was usually busy with dancing, getting ready, talking to the boys, and so on, he couldn’t find time to steal her away for a “Hi, how was your day” type of conversation. So at the end of those long days, that was when Johnny would finally whisk her away.

Aurora always got stomach aches on those days.

He’d warn her in the morning that he had something fun planned for the night, and she’d spend the rest of her work day asking herself what kind of date he had planned this time around and what kind of invasive questions he would come up with. She wondered at what point he’d finally start being intimate with her. They were going on so many dates so often that they were becoming incredibly comfortable with each other, surely he would make a move soon. Perhaps he’d ask one of his infamous questions, then take her hand suddenly, and mid-answer he would kiss her. How was she supposed to react to that? How was she supposed to properly prepare herself?

Ah, fuck, her stomach was hurting again,

Johnny called after Aurora woke up in the morning about taking her out for a date following a holiday promotional event they needed to attend with a bunch of other idols lined up on the impressive roster. Aurora had swung the job Johnny's way after it was initially provided to Jaehyun who ended up being too busy to fit it into his schedule. It was more or less an opportunity to promote NCT U while getting to hang out (and network) with idols from other companies who all had content to pump out like crazy, so they’d over-perform on stage in order to provide high quality photos and videos for fans to post to social media, they’d end up doing lots of aegyo in order to get clipped, and then they’d film song challenges together backstage. Johnny sounded excited for it leading up to the day. He had been planning a bunch of videos he could film with other idols on the roster whom he knew, and then he made plans through Aurora to meet the others that he didn’t yet know. So while he got to relax and create content with his friends, she was busy running around finding people and networking on her company’s behalf. While her stomach ached. Horribly. She decided that she was going to strangle Johnny at their upcoming “date” later.

The only time Aurora got a break after arriving at the event was when Johnny was on stage to do a holiday speech with about 90% of the other idols invited. She decided to hide out in the green room and finally get off her feet for a breather because after he’d get off stage, it would be back to networking and filming TikToks until they were kicked out and Johnny would finally take her somewhere to detox. When the door opened, Aurora only looked up briefly, thinking that it would be a stylist of some sort or whatever, however she froze when she realized that it wasn’t a staff member, it was an idol. She recognized him as a familiar face in the industry: Haneul from Vortex.

He smiled at her while closing the door and telling her, “I’m glad that I finally caught up to you.”

Aurora immediately jumped to her feet to politely bow to him. “I—”

He chuckled and bowed back, bending even further at the hips than she had, like they were in some kind of respect battle and he desperately wanted to win. Before she could beat him to it, he introduced himself in Korean— Something most people opted not to do with her until they heard someone from 127 speaking to her in Korean first. “My manager heard that Johnny-ssi is running around doing challenge videos with everyone, so I figured that I’d come to formally introduce myself and see if I could participate too.”

Before she could try to make sense of what he was saying on her own, Haneul began explaining himself and why he’d sought her out.

Apparently all the managers liked to gossip about her because she was a foreigner that ran around like a madwoman, introducing herself to anyone and everyone— And they were all so confused about how she could possibly be crazy enough to want to be a manager for NCT who was a notoriously big and chaotic group. They all had respect for her, of course, they were just baffled. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Pale skin, long, frizzy, blonde hair, a loud and commanding voice, how could they not gossip about her?

“So I wanted to meet you myself,” he said with an innocent smile.

Aurora couldn’t help the way her jaw hung agape due to confusion and shock while she stood in front of him. What did he mean by all that… People gossiped about her? Well, of fucking course they did, Aurora knew that already, but she didn’t know all of that, and she never once thought that it would cause an idol to search for her while she was so busy that the only moment she got to herself was when Johnny was on stage and none of the other NCT boys were blowing up her phone with a plethora of issues. Haneul wanted to meet her? Wanted to talk to her? Wasn’t that usually how fans acted when they had the opportunity to meet their idols, not the other way around?

“May I sit with you for a bit?”

Aurora picked up her jaw to nod and gesture for him to sit on the right side of the couch so that she could take the left side instead of returning to the middle where she’d selfishly been before he entered the room. Haneul smiled some more when sitting. Aurora took a moment to look around the green room, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and that Haneul was indeed there to talk to her and not someone else he knew; then once she was sure it was just the two of them, she also sat.

Almost as if they’d been friends for years, they reclined casually beside each other while watching the TV connected to the broadcast and they talked quietly to each other. Haneul found common ground between them by bringing up Johnny. He complimented Johnny's MC-ing abilities based on his extroverted personality and charisma which made everyone he ever met fall head over heels for him. Aurora chuckled at that. It was always interesting to hear what people outside of SM thought of Johnny's on-stage and professional personality— Though, Haneul wasn’t a far-throw away from Johnny's offstage personality either. It just so happened that the only one who didn’t realize she’d been swept off her feet by Johnny after meeting him was the very person who ended up calling him ��boyfriend.”

“Do you know many of the NCT members?” she inquired.

“Jungwoo-hyung and I became friends when we both used to MC together, long before you started working at SM. It broke my heart when he had to quit being MC because of scheduling conflicts. I liked hanging out with him— Jeno-hyung, too.”

Aurora smiled.

“I miss seeing them constantly. They’re always so busy these days.”

She chuckled shortly. “Mianhae. I’ll fit in time for them to visit Vortex for content or something one day so you can all hang out again.”

He laughed too. “I’d like that, thank you.”

They both went silent while continuing to watch the TV. Johnny was the last to speak on stage, giving a whole speech about the holidays and the new year, wishing everyone well, thanking all of the idols who joined them for the show. He introduced the end of the show that came with one last song. Aurora smirked to herself. Regardless of idol image and professionalism, Johnny looked like he was having fun up there with the people he’d become friends with over the years yet hardly had time to keep up with them because of his own busy schedule.

“You know... I’ve never known Jeno-hyung to lose a bet.”

Aurora cocked a brow while turning to glance at him. What did he mean by that?

“I can’t believe he made so much money off the other members not expecting that Johnny-ssi would ask you out.”

Aurora’s stomach did a very uncomfortable somersault.

“I thought it was pretty obvious from the get-go.”

She popped upright in a panic. “What! What relationship! With who!” She was truly failing at playing dumb. However, “Me and Johnny! No! Never!” She continued to fail.

He laughed at her while holding his stomach so that it wouldn’t cramp after his strenuous performance. “My lips are sealed, I promise.”

One of the first things Aurora took notice of about Haneul was that he liked to smile a lot. He had a very unique smile that reminded her of Yuta. A million teeth bared at her, his big cheeks pushed upwards until his dark eyes squished into arches that looked like rainbows, and his Adam’s apple bounced with every chuckle he let out. He was absolutely adorable to the point Aurora found herself naturally wanting to do anything she could to keep making him smile and laugh, even if it happened to be at her expense.

“I’ve known many idols who have been in secret relationships with all kinds of people, and their secrets are always safe with me.” He settled into the couch comfortably again. “There’s no point in leaking stupid things like that. Everyone’s entitled to finding someone who makes them happy… Even idols.”

“Is it appropriate to ask you then if you’ve found anyone?”

He shrugged. “I like someone, but… I’m not sure if he’d ever like me back.”

The comment flew by so fast that Aurora nearly missed it, yet she only barely managed to catch it when Haneul fell silent, waiting for her reaction. Being American, things were different for Aurora. She’d had many friends from all walks of life, and as she’d expressed to Yuta and Ten in the past, she herself wasn’t too picky about who she wanted to be in a relationship with. For her friends, she felt the same. She didn’t care who they were, who they loved, what they did with their lives. She wanted to just support people however they were, so long as they were being themselves. Yet, for Haneul to take such a risk by admitting such a taboo secret in Korea, Aurora was shocked, but she didn’t dare to make a big deal out of it and make him think that she would rat him out or refuse to be his friend because of that. He seemed content with her silence. A smile grew on his face, he relaxed, and he crossed his arms over his chest casually while getting lost in thought once more.

“Your secret’s safe with me, by the way,” Aurora finally whispered.

His smile widened. “I know. Thank you.” Then he caught her playing with her charm bracelet mindlessly. “That’s pretty. Did he get it for you?”

“No,” she chuckled, “the boys did.”

“That’s nice of them.”

She glanced over to see him messing with a necklace that had been hiding under his outfit. Usually idols didn’t wear personal jewelry. Aurora wanted to assume that the necklace had been part of his stage outfit, however it wouldn’t have been hiding beneath his shirt if that were the case. So she bit. Obviously he wanted her to ask him about it, the same way he’d asked about hers to prompt the conversation.

“Is that from him?”

Haneul blushed, an even cuter version of that bright smile of his, and he nodded happily. “Everyone tells me to take it off at work, but… I can’t bring myself to. He gave it to me for my birthday, and it’s been glued to me ever since.”

Adorable.

That stomach ache of hers came back when the door opened and Johnny entered with the other MCs and stylists trailing in behind him, polluting the room with so much noise that there wasn’t a chance for Aurora and Haneul to be honest with each other anymore. Still, she was quick to ask him for his KakaoTalk so they could stay in contact.

“Uh, Haneul-ssi, this is Johnny…” she began introducing them while she stood and he followed suit. Out the corner of her eye, she caught Haneul burying the necklace under his shirt again. “Johnny, this is Haneul from Vortex.”

When introducing himself, Johnny was far more professional towards Haneul than he ever was when first meeting Aurora all those years ago. She smiled at Johnny. He was trying so, so hard to be impressive, meanwhile Haneul was doing everything in his power to be respectful and proper towards someone four years older than him.

They bowed to each other respectfully.

“I’ve been vlogging a good amount of the night,” he said to Aurora, “and I’d like to vlog with you for a bit before we do any TikTok challenges, if that’s okay with you,” he then said to Haneul.

Haneul nodded. “Of course.”

So they comfortably sat down on the couch in the green room and began chatting like they were old friends who had years of stories to catch up on. Around them, the staff members worked to help the other idols get back into their street clothes, take off their makeup, and sign out of the show for the day. Johnny didn’t seem to mind. He pulled out his vlogging camera then was quick to hit record before introducing Haneul to the NCTzens who might not have been familiar with him. And after they were done chatting for about ten minutes, just long enough to get them a good amount of content for the overall vlog before Johnny put the camera away and asked Aurora to help them record a few TikTok challenges.

Then when Haneul’s manager managed to track him down about an hour later, Haneul bowed to both Johnny and Aurora individually before he left, allowing Aurora to finally force Johnny to get un-ready while she relaxed again on the couch. He chuckled at her. Despite the fact that they were taking extensions out of his hair and simultaneously wiping makeup off his pimples and chin stubble, he had the audacity to laugh at how he’d worn out his manager by running around all day.

Her eyes were closed when she was nudged awake by Johnny who was finally back in his own clothes and looking more like him and not the pampered idol version of himself. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Aurora held her hands out, and on the count of three, Johnny lifted her up to her feet. He thanked the staff for everything during his time leading Aurora out of the green room and through the hallways that led them to the back of the building where a car was waiting to pick them up. Johnny was quick to spot the crowd of fans that were waiting to see him on his way out of the show, so he released her hand before turning to face her.

“You go first,” he told her as if they hadn’t jumped into a million cars together before. “Wanna make sure I got an eye on you so you’re okay.” And he said that too like they hadn’t been okay a million times before.

“You worried about me or something?”

He bit his lip and glanced out to the crowd to remind himself to keep his hands to himself. “Is that a crime?”

“No. Just something a boyfriend would do.”

“Isn’t that what I am?”

“Isn’t there supposed to be a proper question before you earn the title?”

Johnny chuckled. Come to think of it, Aurora was right, he never actually asked her out aside from the first date question the night of the album release party. They’d been together long enough, so what was the hold up?

“Alright, you win. Will you pretty please be my girlfriend?” He ran his fingers through his hair. “And let me worry about you like a boyfriend would.”

“Mmm…” She hummed a thought to herself playfully to make him wait on his toes nervously. “Only if you call me your girlfriend whenever we’re not at work. 'My girlfriend,' this, 'My girlfriend,' that... You get the idea.”

“Deal.”

She stepped towards the doors with her hands reaching out for the push bar door handle. “I know you just want to stare at my ass when I crawl into the car.”

“Guilty as charged.”

As the doors opened, the security circled around Aurora and Johnny who were close together to make it easier on the security who was trying to hold back all of the fans chanting Johnny's name to try to get his attention. Everyone wanted an autograph, picture… NDA… All he did was smile and wave in the midst of waiting for Aurora to climb into the backseat of the car and onto the far side where she sat down, waiting for Johnny to sit beside her. As he dove in, careful enough to not hit his head, one of the security guards closed the door on them.

Finally settled in the car, Johnny grabbed Aurora’s hand and tried to tug it to hold comfortably on his lap, but she won through an easy game of tug-of-war to hold his hand on her lap. He chuckled from being entertained by her.

“Where are we headed today?” she asked.

He shrugged. “What do you want to do?”

“You said you had something fun planned.”

“I lied ‘cause I was hoping to think of something on the spot, but I got a little busy.”

Aurora laughed and squeezed his hand. “You’re so stupid.”

“Maybe…” He leaned over to kiss her. “But I can at least guess what you wanna do.”

She tangled her free hand in his hair to keep him close as her lips ghosted over his when questioning him, “Oh, yeah? Take a guess.”

“Movie date.”

“At home?”

“Nope.”

“Theater?”

“I’m sure there’s still one I can rent out for us… We’ll eat so much popcorn and candy that we can’t stomach anything else for the rest of the weekend.”

A date outside of the house sounded nice after being cooped up together for so long— Granted, that was Johnny's fault for always offering when he knew it was in Aurora’s nature to become a hermit crab. It didn’t sound half bad to be spoiled at some fancy movie theater where they could recline side-by-side and watch a film on a big screen, a shit ton of snacks without having to worry about repercussions like what the scale would look like the next day or if Johnny would think differently of her after downing so many Reese’s cups that would normally be embarrassing.

“I’ll call,” he said, already knowing she was interested by the look on her face.

The driver took them to the theater after Johnny called to ask if there were any free auditoriums to rent out for a “party,” which he somehow got away with; and because they lied about having said party, they were able to pick whatever movie they wanted to show. Of course Johnny let Aurora pick. Howl’s Moving Castle. She wasn’t a heathen, alright. Most girls with the dream of getting to watch a movie alone with their partner in a big ass theater had a list of three or so movies that they would throw up there, and the top pick for Aurora had always been Howl’s.

“Popcorn,” Johnny set the big bucket down on the tray table in front of Aurora, “Reese’s,” he tossed the box directly at her, “hot dog for me—”

“Can I—”

“Yes, you can have a bite. Corn tea for me, green tea for you. Did I forget anything?”

“Ice cream.”

“At the end.”

Aurora tore into the bag of mini Reese’s peanut butter cups and popped one in with a smile. Johnny plopped down beside her, immediately pressing his finger to the seat controls to bring out the footrest and recline back comfortably, all the while he was leaning over the armrest between them with his mouth hanging wide open. Aurora gently pinched another candy between her index finger and thumb. He continued to wait like a dog eager for a treat, his eyes shut, his seat still leaning all the way back but he was propping himself upright.

“Two bites,” she bargained, dangling the chocolate right at his lips.

He peeked at her with only one eye. “That’s not fair. I’m already giving you a bite.”

“For free. Two bites.”

He rolled his eyes shut again. “Fine.”

So Aurora gave him a piece for him to chew on, and just to be fair, she snuck another one onto his tray table in front of his seat. When he opened his eyes, Johnny grinned then pecked her lips. Whoever was in charge of starting their movie was likely sick of watching them flirt from the projection booth because the lights were quick to dim and the movie started— no previews, which was nice— and as Johnny relaxed in his recliner, he lifted the arm rest between him and Aurora so that they could get slightly closer to hold hands more comfortably when they weren’t gorging themselves. As promised, Johnny gave her two bites of his hotdog. Feeling incredibly guilty about their deal, however, Aurora caved and continued to let Johnny dig his hand into her bag of Reese’s as many times as he wanted.

“Oh, you have a type,” Johnny teased with a sense of realization the second Howl appeared on screen.

Honestly, Aurora had forgotten about that. Howl having long, blonde hair and being so tall and charismatic that he was able to sweep Sophie off her feet within the blink of an eye didn’t occur to Aurora that perhaps Johnny, sitting beside her with long, blonde hair, could possibly be compared… Shit.

“It was an accident— I swear on my life!”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh as Johnny began poking her side lightly and kissing her neck. She tried to fight him off. Truly. But the way he continued to tickle her made her incapable of fighting off his attacks at all until he was done messing with her and they could go back to watching the movie. Without the armrest between them, though, it was easy for Johnny to instead swing his arm around her shoulders to hold her semi-close throughout the rest of the movie.

“I ate too damn much,” Johnny complained when the credits rolled.

Aurora turned her head slightly away from him so that he couldn’t catch her wiping her tears or runny nose. She didn’t really succeed. When she didn’t give him shit for making such a blunt joke after the movie ended, he immediately knew something was amiss. His arm slowly fell off her shoulders as he leaned forward to get a look at her face, even though she was turning further and further away from him, meanwhile he was biting back a laugh.

“Oh, baby—”

“Shut up,” she insisted, giggling through her embarrassment.

Johnny couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he used his strength to turn her back towards the screen so he could see her cheeks stained with tears and her eyes red from silently sobbing for the last fifteen minutes of the film. “I promise not to dye my hair dark like he did!”

Aurora laughed along with him. “Pinky promise?”

“Until the execs take my family hostage and put the dye in my shampoo bottle.”

“You're so stupid.”

He lifted both of his hands to her face and gently ran his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away her tears. He smiled at her. There was a moment of what should have been awkwardness when the lights turned on and the projector turned off, yet Aurora and Johnny didn’t move apart or look away from each other. All he did was make sure her cheeks were dry and she maintained the eye contact that she worried might’ve been lingering too long if it weren’t for the fact that he kept glancing down at her lips. He bit his own lip in an attempt to stop himself. Aurora watched him chew on it, wishing that he would just fucking go for it again because kissing him was becoming addicting. Every day she was eagerly waiting for him. Every time they hung out and he wasn’t kissing her, she was thinking about when he’d do it next, or when she’d have to kiss him to get the ball rolling.

Fuck, that stomach ache of hers again…

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