A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Beauty and the Grump Pt. 1

Synopsis: Dan is Belle because I'm fucking bored and it's all I could think of. Also, casting Ross as Gaston is hella easy to do because he's a self-proclaimed sadist and would want me to do this. Also, this is a huge opportunity to send me requests so I can post more shit that you guys want rather than me coming up with whatever random stuff comes to mind. Thanks for the support, babes <3

Dan pulled his New York Giants beanie down lower onto his head and cautiously stepped outside of the small flat on the edge of town. The tiny village was all abuzz that morning, given it was a Saturday. He felt as if people stared at him as he walked, though it didn't bother him too much. He was headed toward the vintage record store on the street corner.

The rest of the populace was pretty bland, having similar hobbies and ideas that were far too conservative for his taste. With his eyes red from smoking cannabis and his hair wild and curly, he stood out like a sore thumb. Even with the judging passive aggression, everyone seemed intrigued with Dan. His voice in particular stood out. A mix of perfect pitch and gorgeous harmonies made the entire town swoon whenever he so much as hummed.

"Good morning, Dan," the girl at the counter of the record store chirped.

Her black hair was draped to one side and her triangular bangs were perfectly symmetrical. This is Suzy, Dan's roommate. Her bright eyes peered over the sleek black-rimmed glasses that perched on her nose. She wore a purple t-shirt and skirt, her tights torn up as all of them were.

"Hey, Suze, I was wondering if you got any new albums in? I'm looking for Def Leppard special edition vinyl they just released a few days ago-"

"This is the third day you've come in looking for it! I promise I'll let you know when it's on our shelves."

Dan groaned and looked around, pointing to an album on display.

"I'll rent that one then."

"The Rush album? Again?"

"2112 is my favorite out of all of them, Suze! I'd buy it if I could afford to, but you know how broke I am as it is-"

"Just take it if you like it that much. I'll pay for it myself."

"Aw, I can't ask you t-"

"It's really no problem," she insisted, holding out the entire frame with the album in it. "You'll got me really rare butterfly wings for my Etsy store, so we're even, okay?"

"Thanks, Suze. You're the best! I'll hang it up when I get home-"

"Speaking of home, remember that I'm going out of town for the taxidermy seminar."

Dan nodded, taking the album and shoving it into his worn-out messenger back. Suzy wrapped her purple scarf around her neck and grinned. Dan had given it to her when they moved in together. He picked up his guitar case and waved to his roommate, venturing back out into the street. People rushed about in a bland wave, doing mundane errands and occasionally staring at Dan as he sat down on the edge of the fountain at the center of town. He tenderly opened the guitar case that'd been slung across his back and pulled out the bright blue bass inside. It was easy enough to plug it in, and even easier to begin fingering the strings attentively. People stopped and watched as he strummed the guitar with intense care. His mouth formed lyrics almost instinctively.

Across the plaza stood the most talked-about man in town, Ross. Nobody wanted Dan more than he did. Even so, the entire town was at his disposal. He had the worst shit-eating grin on his baby face that everyone seemed to like for some reason. Despite being an incredible douchebag, everyone loved him. Everyone, that is, except Dan.