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silly-l1ttle-guy · 4 months

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drop every headcanon of the bucci gang NOW!

ON IT BOSS!!!

--- pookie bear bruno hcs first <3

BRUNO BUCCIARATI IS 100% GAY FOR LEONE ABBACCHIO

they just kinda live together

bruabba holds a special place in my heart

bruno's probably stressed out 24/7

VERY FEMININE GUY

hes got soft features yk?

probably spends like 3 hours doing his hair in the morning

ISTG HE PROBABLY SMELLS SO GOOD

I like to think that he legally adopted Fugo after fugso bugso joined that gang

SHUT UP IT MAKES ME HAPPY

poor guy overworks himself WAY too often

he also has the most gorgeous eyelashes you'll ever see

and they're natural, too

THIS MAN HAS EYEBAGS

he's tired af half the time, idk what you expected

he tries to help fugo control his anger (bc he's a loving mother) (giorno does it better tho)

i reckon bruno's pansexual tbh, he just seems like he wouldn't give a shit about his partner's gender

he likes going fishing

brought Abbacchio along one time

abba got seasick and threw up

he likes to accessorize his hair (hence the mitochondria hair clips)

sometimes he'll let the others accessorize his hair, too

trish makes it look really cute

abba makes it look stunning (bc it's his boyfriend)

narancia just puts random shit in his hair

Mista sings loudly (and badly) to be a little shit while he does Bruno's hair (it turns out surprisingly ok)

giorno deadass just puts a shit ton of stars in his hair

fugo gets mad and almost rips a chunk of Bruno's hair out

Bruno's guilty pleasure is midnight snacks

abbacchio caught him eating a whole ass tub of ice cream while watching il postino: the postman at like 2 in the morning

they watched it together and cuddled afterwards

hot goth

gay for bruno

he probably watches those make up youtube channels

if he didn't join passione he could be a make up artist

lets trish practice on him

HE SEES NARANCIA AS HIS SON AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

he's full on protective of nara too

i like to give abbacchio sharper features when i draw him tbh

also a larger nose

and while we're at it, let's hook that bad boy (the nose)

he and bruno go on wine testing dates

he has very frequent and reoccurring nightmares

(its why he sleeps with bruno)

his parents cut contact when they found out he was a dirty cop :(

this man saw narancia on his first day in the gang and accepted his fate as a father LMAO

he's a gay man and you can't tell he's not. Never felt attraction towards women

he feels like time moves by too fast. Everything happens so quickly and he wishes he could go back and just relive certain parts of his life over and over again because he feels like everything happens so quickly now that he's older and it overwhelms him (this definitely isn't me projecting what're you talking about)

moody blues is sort of the representation of this

SENTIENT MOODY BLUES SUPREMACY BY THE WAY

Moody blues is curvy and i won't accept anything else

make moody look goddamn feminine

not too feminine obviously but like

moody looks like a woman compared to abbacchio

tells people he can't dance but he definitely can

just play the right music and give him enough wine and he'll be dancing like he's never danced before (only in private tho)

YOOUU CAN DANCE, YOOUU CAN JIIVVEEEEE~~

EVERYTIME I LISTEN TO HALF-DECADE HANGOVER BY WILL WOOD I JUST THINK OF ABBACCHIO

and maybe euthanasia by will wood too

not even kidding, abbacchio has the same body type as a greek god

also the strongest guy in the team

the guy that has a dream

GIORNO. WHERE DO I FUCKING START.

I love this weird ass fucking guy

gay for fugo. that's all I'm gonna say.

I KNOW HE ACTED FRUITY W/ MISTA BUT IT'S BC HE'S A LITTLE SHIT WHO LIKES TO FLIRT WITH HIS FRIENDS AS A JOKE

not abba or bruno tho (they're too old for his taste)

remember that one seen where he and mista are up against cioccolata (fuck him btw) and they do that gay ass pose?

prime example of giorno being a little shit

putting his hand down mista's pants was an accident by the way, he just said "fuck it" and went with it

he probably showed the gang the thing he could do with his ear

they had very mixed reactions

one day (before the gang) he woke up and saw his roots were blond and he just went like "sigh, guess I have to grow my hair out and become barbie

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE TWINK

also bc his dad is dio I like to think that he sunburns easily

he can also see really well and the dark

"It's so dark in here, I can't see shit!" "I can, there's a light switch over there."

everyone was confused as hell bc it was pitch black in that room

this man is gay. he likes BOYS and BOYS ONLY

i like to think Giorno's a mischievous lil guy

he does something silly then giggles and runs away

it's to make up for the fact that he didn't have a proper childhood

ALSO CURLY HAIR GIORNO SUPREMACY

his hair is gorgeous and luxurious AND SO FUCKING CURLY

he uses about 20 hair products every day (21 if he's going on a date)

he can calm fugo down so easily too

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU NARANCIA-" "Hi fugo!" "Oh, hey Giorno."

it's really scary (according to narancia and mista)

this man loves gardening

born to be a gardener, forced to be a gangstar

autistic (it runs in the family)

the stink

Mista is the type of guy who showers once or twice a week

he only washes his clothes when they get too dirty

I like to make this man a little wider honestly

GIVE THIS MAN SOME CHUB PLEASE

he's muscular, but he's gotta have a little meat on there too

I like to think that Mista outright REFUSES to shave

the only place that he can grow barely any hair is his face

never shaved his face. He doesn't have much facial hair and he'll be damned if he ever has to get rid of the little that he has

bffs with trish btw

they make fun of each other all the time

in a friendly way

he honestly looks the least gay out of everyone

probably bi with a heavy preference towards girls (he had a boyfriend one time tho)

STINKS SO BAD IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY

sometimes he shoves Narancia's face in his armpit for fun

I'm not even kidding Narancia probably threw up one time bc Mista stank so bad

older brother figure to EVERYONE

Giorno? that's his baby brother. Narancia? his favourite brother. Trish? his little sister. Fugo? that's his angry little brother.

I have so many mista headcanons it's unreal

his hair is so fucking curly istg

and it's black too

very short tho. also super greasy

his love language is physical touch, but not in the usual physical touch way

he won't really hug people or hold hands or just do something normal, oh no

my guy likes to pick people up and throw them over his shoulder

it's definitely not to show off how strong he is

definitely

everything about him is so crusty

he literally gets along with anyone tho

you can't tell me this guy DOESN'T smoke weed

not very often but like

once every month or two he'll get high to relax

he stopped after Giorno took over as boss (bc yk, drugs are a no no)

he probably thinks France isn't real tbh (but as a joke to annoy fugo)

I HAVE MORE MISTA HEADCANONS BUT I HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT BECAUSE I NEED TO MOVE ON TO THE OTHERS

angry strawb (lots of angst in this one)

fugo is deeply in love with Giorno (FUGIO FOR LIFE)

a little bit of angst warning btw

bc of his past, fugo HATES physical touch

if someone touches him he will flinch

very uncomfortable in crowded places

Mista's love language is physical touch, but he refrains himself from touching Fugo

it's really sweet

"HEY FUGO! Lemme give you a high-five! Wait, no, you don't like that. Have this cool rock I found instead!"

he's trying

Fugo really appreciates it

after phf, he let Mista be one of the two people who can touch him (the other person is Giorno)

Fugo just randomly hugged him one day and that was that

he was really distraught when he found out Narancia, Bruno and abba died

especially Bruno

like I said before, Bruno adopted him after he joined the gang, so he genuinely saw Bruno as a father figure

definitely called Bruno "dad" in private

He genuinely cried when he realized he missed Bruno's funeral

MOVING ON TO THE NON ANGSTY STUFF BC IM GONNA CRY

when he's a bad mood, he listens to music with Abbacchio (his dad's cool boyfriend who he looks up to)

will correct any and all spelling or grammar mistakes

nerd supreme

i like to headcanon that Fugo's albino

(MANGA FUGO FOR LIFE)

he's really sensitive to sunlight because of it

his vision isn't that good, too

it's not bad enough to the point where he can't read and all that, but it definitely bothers him

since it wasn't too serious, he got some glasses that corrected his vision

he only really wears them when he's reading now, but he used to wear them all the time when he was younger

GOD I HAVE A LOT OF FUGO HEADCANONS

sometimes he wakes up and there's just a bouquet of flowers at the foot of his bed (I WONDER WHO THAT WAS HMMMM)

Narancia's like a little brother towards him

he doesn't care that nara's a year older than him, that's his brother

genuinely will forget to eat if he isn't reminded (me projecting)

i have more but i'm gonna have to end it here

BABY BOY <3

I LOVE NARANCIA I HAVE A NARANCIA PLUSHIE (and a giorno one but that's less important)

he originally had really good eyesight, but after his eye got infected his eyesight just kinda went bad

his eyes expired

but seriously though (woah no way, silly little guy can be serious?), he's almost blind in the eye that got infected

doesn't wanna wear glasses bc "they'll ruin his reputation"

he's also really short compared to everyone else in the team

he's really insecure about it

can and will fight anyone who says something even remotely teases him for his height

low iron for sure (me too bud, me too)

Abbacchio just took on the role as his father and makes sure he eats all his food

"But it tastes badddd" "Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat. Also, it has good iron."

he ate it, but was very pouty about it the whole time

mista will point at things made of iron and say shit like "that's what you need" or "you should eat that to get your iron levels up"

skinny but he's really strong

my guy has a six pack but looks scrawny as hell

Mista's jealous of him lmao

"Why do YOU get a six pack?!" "because you're fat"

Mista then forced Narancia to smell his armpits (they were rank)

he does a lot of shit with Mista lmao

partners in crime

he got high with mista one time and never did it again

oddly flexible

he's probably dyslexic

the girlboss

live laugh love Trish

lesbian fr

she practices makeup on Abbacchio

another one that sees abba as a father figure

they point each other's nails and go shopping together

Mista's bff fr

they do karaoke together

yk that one tiktok sound that was that like "OH SHIT IT'S IN KOREAN" and then starts singing it perfectly anyway

that's her and Mista

Mista's the one that sings it lmao

i don't have that many headcanons for trish tbh

she likes to try out new hairstyles a lot

they're always short tho

she doesn't like growing out her hair

says it's too much of hassle

we love trish in the household

she has freckles (from doppio)

yk those weird ass dots diavolo has in his hair? she has those but they're less noticeable

talks shit about people with abbacchio

she likes ranting about stuff to giorno bc he's a good listener

big fan of scented candles

gave mista soap for his birthday

she has frequent headaches (something she got from doppio, bc i hc that he has frequent headaches)

ANYWAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW

do you wanna hear about my la squadra headcanons? Doppio and Diavolo??? PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD HEADCANONS JUST LET ME RANT-

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yuuzuforia · 10 months

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silence and noise.

—silent but deadly but not for long OR i write about giving dan heng a blowjob 🥰

tags: dan heng, blowjobs, nearly getting caught (NEARLY JUST NEARLY), kinda edging but i dont think this counts

note: yuuzu thirsts but this time let me pizazz it up because i am Feeling Things and Dan Heng is my eye candy right now

and i love dan heng hes boycrush to me i need him 7 days a week i need to grab his hair and hHRGGHHRGGHHR i am so bad at writing smut bro 😭

edit: wrote this instead of heading to bed, i have a presentation in six hours. what am i doing (lets the IL danheng horny take over in some other post) BUT THIS IS ALSO A REWARD FOR PUSHING THROUGH I DESERVE A DAN HENG TONIGHT 🤩

CW: Mature Content! Minors DNI thanks ♡

Let me start by saying, ‘there is nothing more exhilarating and euphoric than watching someone who doesn’t talk, break at the sight and mere feel of you.’

Dan Heng, Cold Dragon Young—whatever his name may be to most—Dan Heng is the peak silent but deadly.

His infatuation with you started silent but deadly too. Small gestures that engaged him in conversation, little acts of kindness that went a long way when his days go bad. There was this sense of comfort with you that he loved so dearly between the two of you. Even the silence you spend together is meaningful.

But behind the close doors of the archives, Dan Heng’s cool composure breaks entirely.

Dan Heng tries to keep his voice down, he tries. Even with his hand on his mouth and his back against the archive’s door to keep people out, he struggles. His limits are being tested with just how good your warm mouth feels around him but when you’re this good? Dan Heng crumbles at the sight of you talking him so well, the noise you make choking on his cock, the way you look so dazed is beyond what he could handle.

A gentle hand on your head to encourage you a little more and a shaky whimper for your ears only. Dan Heng is beautiful in his silence but seeing him melt down into a mess like this? Where his thighs are shaking and him choking on his tears is absolutely breathtaking.

“Please,” Dan Heng is gasping for air, words slurring as you continue to suck his dick. “Please, I-I can’t—”

Your silence and playful look is golden and Dan Heng is at a loss for words or anything coherent as he is reminded of your presence as you dig your fingers into his clothed thigh.

“Close,” he mumbled, that same gentle hand now gripping tightly unto your hair. “I’m so close, m’ gonna—!” His voice is breathy and surprisingly loud or maybe it’s the silence of the archives that makes it so.

But then, beyond the fog of lust—he hears a knock.

“Dan Heng!”

The familiar voice of March 7th makes him stop, you release him from your mouth and he utters a curse that was so audible that March had a comment on it as well.

“Hey, are you okay there?”

He would give a reply, if you weren’t so smugly looking at him and urging him to reply while gently rubbing the swollen head of his cock that is just begging to be smothered in kisses and be taken in your mouth again. A groan nearly makes it passed his lips if it weren’t for his efforts to clam his mouth shut as your hands work on him and bring him closer to the edge.

“Go on, Dan Heng.” You teased as a light scowl fits right on his face. “It’d be rude to not reply. She already knows you’re here.”

“M’fine, March—“ he grunted, keeping his eyes on you and you smiled at him. That same bewitching smile that got him here in the first place. “Just…fuck—dropped somethin’ I ha-had.”

He held back the gasp that could leave his mouth as you pressed the head of his cock against your lips as your hands stroked him in a steady and quick pace.

“Oh, well—Pom Pom says he needs us! An emergency or something.”

Dan Heng is trying his best not to just cry at your hands.

“I-I’ll be there.” Is his prompt reply as he thrusts his hips along with your hands. He could hear March's footsteps go away, along with his heart beating in his head. The line between the pleasure of having his cock sucked and the pain of being held off his orgasm melds into a strange thing that melted his mind into mush as he gave into the sweet, soft, warmth of you.

#yuuzutxt #dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng x reader smut #hsr smut #dan heng smut #dan heng and i should kiss im just sayin #im so normla about dan heng i need to kiss him so fucking bad

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pix3lplays · 8 months

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Hi! It’s me again. This was something that’s been recently brought to light with Dan Heng IL lore drops, but consider.

Dan Heng with what is essentially religious trauma (see: the “thorough education” he received about Dan Fengs actions and how that made him inherently tainted so to speak. And he has to repent. For some reason.) and reader just trying their best to assure him that he is not inherently a so called tainted sinner when something (or someone) causes him to have a panic attack over it.

Ok THIS is amazing I Will TRY to do it justice! Gonna just…go off this idea I had about washing his hands of sin. I don’t know what triggered him, but he’s triggered (An exercise in how many times I can write ‘Scrub’ in a story)

Tw! Dan Heng has religious trauma, panic attack

-Dan Heng and his religious guilt-

Guilt guilt guilt. Sin sin sin. He was tainted, tainted with sin. Tainted with guilt. He was disgusting.

No matter how hard he scrubbed his hands, he couldn’t wash away the sin. He could try, he WAS trying, scrub the disgusting things from his hands. Under his nails. The sin was under his nails. If he could just get under his nails…

“Dan Heng?” you call softly from the other side of the bathroom door. You had heard the sink running for the latter half of twenty minutes, and you were beginning to worry about him.

No response. Scrub scrub scrub, wash the sins away. Wash Dan Feng away. Scrub. Scrub until your hands BLEED. You deserve it.

You knock. No response. You knock again. No response. The water is still running.

Trying to open the door was risky, but you were so worried…it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

You try the handle. The door was unlocked.

When you open the door, and peer inside, you see Dan Heng, in his Imbibitor Lunae form, hunched over the sink.

He’s breathing heavy. Heavier than you’ve ever seen from him before. He’s skin is glistening from sweat. His whole body is trembling while he washes his hands like he’d die if he didn’t. He frantically, shakily moves to apply more soap to his hands and he scrubs and scrubs and scrubs before dipping his hands under the water again. His hands are wet and wrinkly.

Who knows how long he’s been at this.

You were no expert…but you were pretty sure…

“Dan Heng…I think you’re having a panic attack…”

He barely acknowledges you. You think you see him flick his eyes to you for a second before he’s back to scrubbing his hands.

“I’m…fine…” he breathes it out, having a hard time because his breath is so short.

“No, Dan Heng you’re really panicking!” you say, trying to walk up to him, he flinches at your steps.

“Stay back…I’m sinful.”

“What?”

His eyes are focused on his hands. He’s muttering under his breath. Something that sounds like: “Dan Feng…sin…guilty…” you can’t really make out the other words.

You feel a stab through your heart. Honestly, you didn’t know much about your boyfriend. But you were piecing together a picture here.

“You’re…you’re not sinful,” you say, not sure what else to do. “Dan Feng isn’t you…”

“Dan Feng IS me,” he counters, not looking away from his hands in the sink. “They said so…I must atone…”

You felt terrible, and confused, and you weren’t sure what else to do.

So you reach over, and touch his hands in the sink.

He pulls back immediately, baring his teeth, looking like a dragon. “Do NOT. I am tainted!”

“You’re not…see? I’m fine!” you say, showing him your hand. “It’s okay! You’re not tainted with sin!” you insist, begging that what you’re saying is getting through.

He sticks his hands back under the water, and you notice little marks in his hands from where his nails have scratched his hands from his scrubbing.

“I’m Very tainted,” he says. “You don’t understand.”

“You’re right. I don’t. Make me understand,” you say firmly.

He looks over at you for a second. Okay…progress, right? And then back at the sink. He speaks quickly, monotonously, like he was reciting something as he explains his sins, listing them off like a checklist. “Such are the sins of Dan Feng,” he concludes.

Getting him to talk seems to have calmed him down. Just a bit.

“Dan Feng,” you point out. “Not Dan Heng.”

Finally, finally he shuts off the water, takes a deep, calming breath, and looks directly at you.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” he says. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I promise you I’m fine just…just let me do this…please…”

You don’t want to. You don’t want to let him destroy himself. But you don’t know how to say that.

You fight back your tears. This wasn’t about you. This was about Dan Heng.

“Just…leave me be. I’ll be out in a minute. I promise you, I’m okay…”

“Alright…” you admit, only agreeing because the panic seemed to subside.

You step outside the bathroom, this time he locks the door behind you, and he spends about a half an hour scrubbing the sin from his hands.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Dan Heng #Dan Heng x reader #hsr Dan Heng x reader #honkai star rail Dan Heng x reader #Imbibitor Lunae #Imbibitor Lunae x reader #hsr Imbibitor Lunae x reader #honkai star rail Imbibitor Lunae x reader

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petrichorade · 2 months

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Hii :D I just wanted to say I LOVE ADORE CRY SCREAM over your Ratiomei art. I love them both sm I wanna swallow them sjsjsksk

But I'm kinda new to the Ratiomei corner of the fandom, and I'm afraid I don't know much about the ship. So I would really appreciate it if you tell me why you ship them and what made you ship them. Or what lore made you ship them. ANYTHING! Lmao just give me more Ratiomei food 😞😞❤❤❤

Awwwww thank you so much for the compliment! And glad that you asked actually! I will answer your question as an excuse to spread the brainrot 😈😈😈

Kind of going chronological starting from here:

They were first introduced when Honkai Star Rail is still in 1.4 version if I remember correctly! 1.6 version Drip Marketing happened on October 31th 2023 11:00 A.M (GMT+7) at that time, and the 5 star Character that were revealed being Ruan Mei (Ice-Harmony) for the first half and Dr.Ratio (Imaginary-The Hunt) for the second half. It's pretty cute that Hoyo dropped them only 5 minutes apart (Xueyi, the 4-star as well though, after Ratio) since they usually postpone 2nd half 5-star for a day or two. This is their early drip marketing banner that some of you are familiar with!

But I really haven't start seeing things here, I love them both as their individual selves and crying a little because I want them both so bad but they literally gonna be released right after Argenti, who's been on my warp list for long long time ever since I saw his leaks ^____T (I'm an F2P Player, and still until now, so yeah)

// long story short, I receive a happy ending by attaining the 3 of them with extreme grinding + Ratio ended up being free :D //

Also I saw some of their gameplay leaks, some beta players weirdly likes to put them together in a team? Makes me goes '...hm?' But I haven't manage to see stuffs yet.

Then it all starts with THIS TRAILER. It was revealed here that there will be a new region being unlocked on Herta Space Station and it's turns out to be Ruan Mei's workspace, the Seclusion Zone. It's all cool until I realized Dr. Ratio were being placed in the SAME AREA.

I compare this trailer to previous character trailers, and literally can sense something.

Taking Imbibitor Lunae and Fu Xuan's trailer for example; them both being in the same planet (Xianzhou Luofu) but their character's animation were taken in different place, Dan Heng IL on Scalegorge Waterscape, while Fu Xuan on the Divinition Commission. Yet both Ruan Mei and Ratio's animation, not only took place in Herta Space Station, specifically the SECLUSION ZONE itself, not other places. I'm starting to lost my shit there, because I'm assuming SOMETHING goes on BETWEEN THEM if they were at the very same place.

Also I'm not sure how it this happens, I might just randomly came up with ship name myself and just search 'ruantio' on Twitter and SURPRISE SURPRISE? THE SHIP EXIST? And starting there I'm finding out they were often being referred as RatioMei instead!

The brainrot being so pure, I'm starting to sketch them out of the blue...and create something decent. But I'm not ready to reveal it yet, letting the art fermented for a while. Until hoyo, again, dropping that they will be the next Battle Pass matching profile pictures :]

Idk if some of people aware of this, but BP profile pictures most of the time always just...pair folks not coincidentally + matching themes as if they were couple. This the list of characters that were paired for BP chibi profile pictures before (also note it's so far always been male-female);

1.0 - Himeko & Welt

1.1 - March 7th & Dan Heng

1.2 - Kafka & Blade

1.3 - Jing Yuan & Fu Xuan

1.4 - Bronya & Gepard

1.5 - Jingliu & Yanqing (this one's questionable a little lol

Therefore, right after this info getting dropped, I'm finally posting the art itself, being my first RatioMei fanart 😂

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Now jumping into when the 1.6 updated + the lore was revealed!

I'm going to be honest as I play along the way (and for those who's interested with this ship but not playing HSR): they basically have zero direct interactions.

But! I may have create a breakdown of they might potentially knows each other a bit, you can read it on my twitter thread here! (and sorry not sorry if everything came out very delusional)

Dr. Ratio also left so much notes on that specific area of the Seclusion Zone that looks like a greenhouse lab and were packed with her critters + the imitation of Tayzzyronth (Aeon of Propagation)'s emanator. Compiling them all ↓↓↓

Besides that, they're also mirroring each other so much;

1. Ruan Mei actually didn't want to be part of Genius Society in the beginning yet gaining Nous' gaze. She even tossed the Genius Society invitation letter to trash can when she receive it. Meanwhile Dr. Ratio completed doctoral degrees in 8 fields and actually wish he could be part of the Genius Society one day, but the moment he receive letter from Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) instead, he thought he might never be able to gain Nous' attention at all.

2. Related to previous part, there is a literal reason why 1.6 patch were named "Crown of Mundane and Divine". These two were more of a 'two pages in the same book' as what my mutual refers it. If you completed the trailblazer mission for patch 1.6, the reward name being "Mundane Recto, Divine Verso". I want to dig deeper about this Recto-Verso concept since it's a printing terminology and it resonance so much with their overall traits, maybe I'll create separated post for this later!

The 'mundane' and 'divine' crown itself is visible on their head, being their hairpins (this is my personal approach);

Ratio -> laurels/leaves ; grows on everywhere on the branch, unnoticed -> the way Ratio saw himself being a mundane between all the mediocre people, not special. Representing Mundanity

Ruan Mei -> flower ; grows near the tip, most of the time one top of tree branches, eye-catching, facing the sky -> Ruan Mei having a goals to be an Aeon, reaching for the sky and getting Nous (Aeon of Erudition)'s attention. Representing Divinity

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Fun Fact Section

Ratio literally have a voice line if he were being put in the same team with Ruan Mei + opinion about her 😂 if you want to listen to his voice, check this out. He talks about fellow Simulated Universe participated Genius Society member as well, though. But it makes me freaking ill with the fact that he CHUCKLES a little in the middle of talking when added to the same team with her like I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE LOVER BOY

And to note, Dr. Ratio belongs to another faction under Nous beside Genius Society, the Intelligentsia Guild. And nope, he's not (directly) part of the IPC despite he works for them according to the storyline. I have a professor irl who also works as a consultant for a corporate company beside his academic career, and that's how I kinda view Ratio 'works for the IPC' wording goes :)

Now this is the interesting part comes! Besides him, there's an eye-catching figure who belongs to Intelligentsia Guild, and it's being...Ruan Mei's grandmother! This fact was written on Data Bank, not the playable character section (where you can level them up etc.)

Another fun stuffs I found on Dr. Ratio's lore is the one I highlighted in red;

My theory is that Ruan Mei's grandma might be also part of the rumored council, supported by the fact that Ruan Mei's intelligence were mostly inherited from her maternal line. I can only assume Ratio and her grandma knows each other, and it's potential that Ratio might have heard/know about Ruan Mei not based on other people's view, but from her grandma herself (judging how eager he learns the truth from credible sources). Also here's more thing that makes me hopeful for them;

Ruan Mei's grandma have been watching her for years, and from this, I kinda feel hopeful we're soon getting Intelligentsia Guild lore + further depth about these two characters as I felt like we've only knew them at the tip of an iceberg.

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Also please please try to read fic series made by @clo-verrr (I'll link it down below this post!) her RatioMei (and the other ships) fics are just *chef's kiss* I love her writings so much, and how her approach on these characters if they ever met/knew each other. It is THAT GOOD, you won't regret the reading experiences. Her fic is my roman empire moment for real. Highly recommended reads 🤌🤌🤌

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This is all I can pretty much provide you of why I like this ship. And again, it's all about matters of preference, I love these two characters both as individuals and as a ship, they're very precious to me and I want to continue drawing them even more TwT so thank you so much for asking this question and make me starts my day with joy! Love you muachhhh

#dr ratio x ruan mei #ratiomei #ask box #petrichorade: ted talks

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ratedfleur · 5 months

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told you not to.

zhang hao x reader genre ୭ explicit

↳ tags: mean dom!hao, cockwarming, mating press, breeding, mentioned sub-drop, foul language (filo / eng)

request? yes! thank you to 🎻 anon! 😉

it had been a few minutes of cockwarming hao who lied on top of you, nibbling and sucking on your neck. the minute he came in you, he busied himself with your neck.

“ganda?” hao muttered, mouthing kisses against your neck. you hummed, focusing on the way his kisses melted against your skin.

“alam mo, you shouldn’t have been a whore or a brat. ‘di mo kasi kayang panindigan yang pinagagawa mo.” hao suddenly muttered in tagalog, shocking you with his words and by his sudden movements of thrusting into you.

agad agad namang mabilis ang mga bayo ni hao, striking exactly at your spot which he could reach. his hands pushed your thighs up against your chest, making you cry out.

“hal, wait lang— no no no!” you cried out, feeling hao put you into a mating press — this way, he delved in deeper and harder against your warm walls and against your soft gummy spot.

tanging puro iyak nalang ang naririnig sa kwarto, hao’s moans and skin slapping against each other accompanying your cries.

“see? ‘di mo kayang panindigan yang pinagagawa mo. you’re just a whore after all. slut.” hao grunted, pushing your thighs down as he plowed into you.

you’re immediately crying, helpless under hao’s hands. hao laughs from above you, hips’ movement getting faster and faster.

“ano? putang puta ka na din? poor you, ganda.” hao mocked you with a laugh, feeling no remorse even if you were crying underneath him.

your chest heaved, panting like you ran a marathon. your shrieks and moans were getting louder and louder,

“god, ganda.. you’re so tiny, paano mo ko pinag-kasya diyan?” hao moaned at the sight of his dick peeking from your stomach, bulging through repeatedly as he thrusted.

“f-fuck… fuck me— my hole, please pogi please!” you babbled, words jumbled up as hao’s pace became erratic.

“but i already am, ganda.” hao panted. head lolling down to look at him disappear inside of you. his length quickly went in and out, head poking your stomach from the inside.

you cried out even louder, hand reaching up to mask up your cries and moans. hao doesn’t let this happen for long, he rips your hand away from your mouth.

“let them hear ya, ganda. parinig mo sakanila kung gaano ka ka-puta para sa’kin.” said hao, watching as tears streamed down your cheeks. he groans when your walls clench around him, squeezing his length.

“s-sarap, hal— more please please, f-fuck! sarap titi mo!” you moaned repeatedly, going dumb.

napapa-iling nalang si hao, finding it funny how it only took one rough fuck to get you stupid. tuloy tuloy lang ang bayo niya, labas pasok sa loob mo.

hao watched you writhe in pleasure underneath him, pussy spasming around his dick. lumalakas lalo ang mga ungol mo, hips trying to chase his thrusts.

“kantot na kantot ka ah? ano ba dapat pang gawin sa’yo? lagi kang kakantutin mula umaga hanggang gabi? fucking slut.” he grunted, hearing you let out incoherent sounds and mumbles.

napapa-liyad ka na sa ilalim niya, head throwing back as you thrashed around. hao plowed into you harder, then faster.

“m gonna cum!” you cried, scratching hao’s back while he thrusted. skin slapping against each other filled the room, accompanied by cries and moans.

“come for me, whore.” hao moaned as his thrusts started to slow down, coming deep inside you, filling your walls with his seed.

agad ka namang naiyak lalo nang maramdaman na maiinit ang iyong pakiramdam sa ibaba, feeling hao’s cum deep inside of you. he kept on thrusting, letting both yours and his orgasms die down as you both caught your breaths.

“i told you not to be naughty, ganda.” hao panted, forehead stuck to your shoulder as he was trying to catch his breath.

“behave, ‘kay?” he mutters, knowing you’re deep in your subspace. hao slowly pulls out, whispering a few words to you before running a bath, preparing you an hour long of aftercare before heading off to dreamland.

#mikha’s works.#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 zhanghao #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 x reader #zhanghao smut #zhanghao x reader

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whatsnewalycat · 11 months

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Passenger / Chapter 2

Pairing: Trucker!Din Djarin AU x OFC Charlie Wanderlust

Chapter Two: NY -> IL

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Series Summary: In her time tramping across the United States, Charlie Wanderlust has found life on the road to be challenging, but rewarding. When she makes enemies with a powerful figure, a bounty is put out for her capture. Din Djarin, a long-haul trucker and occasional bounty hunter, takes the job as a means to gain financial stability. Their paths cross, and as a result, the winding route of their lives are forever altered.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 4.7k+

Content / Warnings: modern-day au, alternating pov, second person pov, slow burn, vagabond ofc, dog grogu, enemies to lovers, bounty hunting, selling drugs, being held captive, handcuffs, swearing, lack of privacy and autonomy, food mention, urination mention, death threat, knife mention, gun mention, passive and massive aggression

Notes: Let me know what you think, thank you for reading!!

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about this guy in the day or so since he abducted you, it’s that he’s quiet.

Now, when you say he’s quiet, you don’t mean he shuts down your questions with one word answers, or that he’s timid, or anything like that. You mean he has not acknowledged your presence since locking you into the bucket seat in his sleeper cab yesterday.

He ignores everything you say. It’s not for lack of trying on your part, either. So far this morning, you’ve attempted:

“Is there a toilet in here?”

“I’m hungry.”

“What’s your name?”

“Where are you taking me?”

“It’s Portland, isn’t it?”

“I have to pee.”

“Do you have a radio?”

“Like a music radio, not the CB.”

“Don’t you get bored in here?”

“I’m thirsty.”

“What’s your dogs name?”

“Can I pet him?”

“I’m gonna pet him.”

“Seriously I think my bladder is gonna explode.”

In response? Nothing. Radio fucking silence. He has talked to his dog more than he has to you.

To be fair, his dog is very cute and lovable. Probably a better conversationalist than his human, too. The white French Bulldog has been your only source of entertainment and socialization since coming onboard.

Meanwhile, all of your other needs are being pointedly rejected.

You think that him keeping you locked in this five-point harness without access to food, water, or a bathroom might be punishment for your vitriol yesterday. At that point, you were still in the “anger” stage of grieving your freedom, and may or may not have spit at him after calling him a fascist fucking bootlicker.

In your defense, he fucking abducted you. You’re 99% sure he’s bringing you to Portland to collect a bounty on your head. What did he say yesterday?

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

Dead or alive.

If he doesn’t murder you before your arrival, that will come shortly after. You know it. All the people you went into that warehouse with are now unreachable.

The last one you talked to was Cheese, and that was over two weeks ago. They told you everyone else was gone. Plucked off, one by one. Some of them turned up dead of an overdose a few days after disappearing. Others are still missing. Probably in the lost and found bin of a morgue or rotting under a bridge somewhere.

If you don’t get the fuck out of here, that will be you.

The truck rapidly drops speed as your captor hits the brakes and starts downshifting gears. Only a small slice of the outside word is visible from your place behind the passenger’s seat, but you see signs off the exit he’s taking. You recognize one as New York State Route 400.

“Please tell me we’re stopping to use the bathroom.”

He doesn’t respond, so you stare daggers at his ear and cross your arms over your chest. Relief quickly melts your frustration when you see a Marathon gas station sign.

The man parks his rig on the furthest edge of the parking lot. When he swings his legs into the aisle between the driver and passenger seat and rises, your whole body tenses. His eyes are concealed by the mirrored lenses of his aviators, but you can feel his assessing gaze.

He takes a few steps towards you and crouches down, pulling the handcuffs from their case on his belt, then holds his hand out to you.

“What?”

His head tilts to the side. Like he’s fucking annoyed or something. A flash of red burns your vision.

“Oh my god I can’t with you,” you roll your eyes, then blink at him, “Just use your words, tell me what you want me t—hey!”

He wrestles your wrist away from you, closing one handcuff around it, the other around a bolted-down grab bar on the wall beside you. All you can do for a moment is stare at your wrist and think: He is going to kill me.

Before you can fully comprehend the thought, the man slides a key into the base of your seat and unlocks the harness, then stands.

“Latrine under the seat,” he advises while clipping the dog’s leash onto his collar.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He doesn’t react. Just plucks his dog off the passenger’s seat and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

The second stillness settles in the cab, it dawns on you that you’re alone.

You jump to your feet and pull your weight against the handcuff, trying to yank yourself out. The metal ring crushes the bulk of your hand, digging hard into your skin. It refuses to budge.

If you break your hand, it could be possible, but you don’t want to resort to that just yet. You dig in your pockets and run your free hand through your hair, looking for bobby pins you could use to pick the lock, but don’t find any.

Next, you wrap your hands around the cool grab bar and pull as hard as you can. Nothing. Even when you prop a foot on the wall and yank violently, using your weight, it holds solid to the wall.

Your bladder aches from neglect and sends an urgent notice to you brain. With a frown of disdain, you open the drawer under the bucket seat. Just like he said, there’s a shiny metal latrine. An old-timey piss pot.

If you don’t relieve yourself soon, you’ll have to pee your pants or pop a squat in front of the fucking lunatic keeping you captive.

So… you piss in the pot.

When he returns, he wordlessly trades the dog for the latrine and empties it on the asphalt, then slides it across the floor to you and slams the door shut. You put it away and plop down in the bucket seat with a huff.

The pocket knife in your bra pokes into you, as if to remind you of its presence. It’s a fucking miracle he didn’t find it while searching you. You could try to pick the handcuff lock with its blade, but don’t know where he is and when he’ll be back.

If you’re going to make it out of this alive, you have to play it smart. You have to be patient and wait for the right opportunity.

The dog, who was busy whining for a bit after his person left, eventually joins you in the sleeper cab.

“He’s kind of a dick, isn’t he?”

His big satellite ears perk up. He jumps on the bed and looks at you.

“You seem nice, though,” you smirk, holding your hand out to the little bug-eyed pup, who sniffs you enthusiastically, “What’re you doing with a maniac like him?”

He lets out a huffy sneeze, then stretches his hind legs out behind him, flopping down onto the the thin mattress.

“Are you being held against your will, too?”

He grumbles and rolls onto his back. His floppy jowls sag from gravity, pink tongue hanging out the side. You snort at him and scratch his belly. His hind leg start kicking and his eyes squint with delight.

You fawn over him for a few minutes before the driver’s door swings open. Upon seeing him, the dog flips over and springs into the passenger’s seat, spinning in circles, letting out little sneezes of excitement.

Your captor pulls himself up into the truck and swings the door shut. He makes his way back to the sleeper portion of the trailer and drops a grease-stained fast food bag on the bed. While he moves about the cabin, rummaging through overhead storage for a gallon jug of water and a dog bowl, you eye his broad frame.

Sure, he’s stronger than you and faster than you, but if you had the element of surprise on your side, you might be able to take him down and escape. Maybe you could hit him in the head with the piss pot and knock him out. Or stab him.

Your skin tingles where the pocket knife is hidden, and you think: I really could stab him.

RULE #8: Take care of yourself.

The idea makes you shudder. It goes on the back burner for now.

The dog jumps down to the floor and starts lapping at the water his person pours into the dog bowl. You stare at the water and suddenly remember how fucking thirsty you are.

“Can I have some?” you ask.

The man rises and looks from you, to the gallon jug, then holds it out to you.

You raise an eyebrow, “Straight outta the jug?”

He doesn’t acknowledge the question, so you shrug and take it from him, muttering, “You know, usually when someone says something to you, it’s customary to respond. That’s how conversations work.”

Once again, he ignores you.

You roll your eyes and bring the jug to your lips with your free hand. The water is tepid and stale, but you guzzle it down like it’s the most refreshing beverage you’ve ever encountered. It streams down the corners of your mouth, but you don’t care.

Panting, you hand it back to him. His dark eyebrow raise from over the frame of his sunglasses as grabs it from you. Before twisting the cap back on and returning it to the overhead compartment, he takes a few deep swigs.

“Not afraid of my cooties?” you joke.

Nothing.

He snatches the fast food bag off the bed and lowers himself onto the mattress, pulling out a stack of napkins, then a few cheeseburgers.

Another thing you’ve noticed about him is the way he carries himself. His rigid posture and concise movements. Everything he does seems practiced, competent, and strangely… proper, almost?

It’s fascinating.

The dog hops up next to your captor and stomps unceremoniously across his lap, diving headfirst into the crinkly bag.

“Hey!” he tucks the dog into his side like a football and chastises him, “Just wait.”

He pulls two boxes of fries out of the bag, slides one towards you, followed by a cheeseburger, then places the dog on the ground, “Sit.”

The dog perks up and complies, his little tail stub wiggling against the rubber mat.

Your captor unwraps a cheeseburger, gives it to the dog, then takes his food and moves to the head of the bed, leaning against the wall opposite you.

“I don’t eat meat,” you inform him, “So if you want my burger, go for it.”

The man seems to consider this for a moment before he leans forward and grabs it, splitting it with the dog while you eat a few fries and try not to be completely obvious about your watching him. The dog whines while watching him eat.

“Do you have dog food?” you ask.

He looks up and says, “Dog food has meat in it.”

You jerk back, shaking your head, “For the dog, not for me.”

He stares at you.

“Oh,” you blink, then scoff, “You’re trying to be funny. That was a joke. Hilarious. Ok. Well, your dog probably shouldn’t just eat cheeseburgers, it’s not good for him.”

This is, predictably, met with no response. He raises his eyebrows and returns his attention to his food.

When the man finishes eating, he opens the overhead compartment, pulling out a bag of dry dog food and another bowl. He makes a point to look up at you as he pours the kibble into the bowl. Your cheeks burn and you deflate for a moment before crossing your arms over your chest and muttering, “Good.”

He moves up to the driver’s seat and starts tapping the screen of a tablet mounted to his dash.

Din selects a southbound pickup approximately 30 miles out, drop off Nebraska. Off-course, but it pays enough.

“Can I sit up there?”

His jaw clenches.

That’s if he can stand being in the same vehicle as you for that long.

Normally when he picks up bounties, they’re either too scared to talk to him or get the hint after the first few unanswered questions.

But not you.

No, you are tenacious.

And noisy. So noisy.

It’s irritating enough that you ask him a question every five minutes, but on top of that, you make all these other sounds that never seem to cease. Toes tap-tap-tapping on the floor. Fingertips thrumming against the wall or the grab bar or your body. You hum and sing to yourself constantly.

It is driving him crazy.

He sets course for the pickup site and pats the passenger’s seat, “Come on.”

“Are you talking to me or him?”

You’re sitting there with this smart aleck look on your face, one arm dangling from a handcuff, the other splayed out on your thigh. Two fingers alternate pat-pat-pat-pat against your leg like you’re some kind of human metronome.

The dog hops down off of Din’s bed and climbs into the passenger’s seat, spinning around a few times before curling into a ball with a hmph.

“Buckle up,” he tells you.

“How do you propose I do that, big guy? I have one hand.”

Din sighs, then gets to his feet. While he’s hovering there, fastening you into the five-point harness, your breath scatters across his face. Your intense gaze burns his skin.

He reaches for the buckle between your legs and you spread them further apart. Heat flickers at the base of his spine when he goes to snap the belt in place and his knuckles brush against your thigh.

You say nothing.

You don’t move.

For once, you’re still.

He clicks the seatbelt in place and locks it, then unfastens the handcuffs and returns them to their place on his belt.

You wring your wrist, cussing under your breath, and ask, “Can I have my guitar?”

“No.”

“Why not?” you stare up at him, chocolate brown eyes flicking around his face. Your sharp, almost boyish, features pinching up into a fierce expression.

Din bites his tongue and returns to his seat, while you let out an exasperated huff of, “Fucking asshole,” and cross your arms, scowling at the headrest in front of you.

He stomps down on the clutch twice and shifts the truck into first gear. Tension melts from his muscles when he realizes the cab is finally quiet. Just the comforting roar of the engine struggling to generate torque as he slides from one gear to the next.

When he gets to the highway and hits a sweet spot to cruise, the truck calms to a purr. Then he hears it.

Tap tap tap tap tap

The next exit your captor takes comes much sooner than you expected.

You crane your neck to get a better view out the massive windshield and frown, “Where are we going?”

Silence.

You glare at the side of the man’s head and exhale a big sigh like you’re annoyed by his lack of response.

But the truth is, your insides are humming. This is it. Your opportunity to get the fuck out of here.

He’s picking up some kind of freight, you’re sure of it. Which means he’s probably going to get out of the vehicle to hook up the trailer. On the off chance that someone might peak into the cab, he likely won't handcuff you. You guess he’ll issue some kind of threat once the destination draws near in an attempt to intimidate you into not causing a ruckus.

You check to make sure the blade hasn’t somehow disappeared and release a quiet, relieved sigh when your fingers rub against the hard object. The metal presses into your skin. That will stay put until you’re sure he’s occupied.

You scratch the woven polyester of the harness strap. Throughout the years, you’ve found yourself in a variety of precarious situations, but have never needed to cut a seatbelt. Your mind buzzes with excitement.

Do you stab it and let it rip? Or saw through the material? If you go with the saw technique, is it more effective to slide the blade against the flat plane of the strap, or go in at the edge?

The truck drops a few gears in rapid, but smooth, succession, then turns into a factory parking lot.

“It’s in your best interest to keep quiet while I do this.”

So predictable.

Out of curiosity, wanting to see if he has the balls to make his implicit threat explicit, you ask him, “Meaning what, exactly?”

“Meaning if you talk to anyone, or try anything, I will kill you.”

There’s no hesitation.

You raise an eyebrow and scoff, but your mouth goes dry. Your throat gulps on its own accord. For a moment, you try to talk yourself out of this. Bargaining to try another route of escape. Another more concrete opportunity might present itself. Something that could give you more wiggle room.

But a not-so-gentle reminder trickles down your spine: he’s delivering you to a fate worse than death. Under no fucking circumstances will you go there without a fight. This could be the only chance.

You rub the knife through your clothes and eye the handle of the overhead compartment, mapping out where your pack and guitar are stuffed, contemplating whether or not you’ll even have time to get them before you bail.

The man makes quick work of backing the truck up to the facility. He flips a few switches and shifts into park, then turns to face you, “Are you going to behave?”

His voice is low and serious. The question, regrettably, makes something flutter at your core. Part of you wants to tell him no, just to see what he’d do.

“Yes,” you lie.

He tilts his head and stares at you for a moment, then holds out his hand, “Give me your knife.”

Fuck.

“What knife?”

“The pocket knife in your bra.”

You snort and shake your head, “Pocket knife in my bra?”

“I’ll give it back to you. But for now, I need you to give it to me.”

You clench your jaw and cross your arms.

“Do not make me take it myself,” he warns, “Neither of us want that.”

Blood rushes to your head with a hot wave of anger.

“Fuck you,” you spit, “Do you know what they’re going to do to me? Do you have any fucking idea what kind of a death march you’re leading me down? If you kill me before we get there, I’ll consider myself fucking lucky.”

The man doesn’t even flinch. His outstretched hand holds steady. Expectant.

“Fucking piece of shit goon,” you mutter, but slip a hand under your shirt, under the elastic of your sports bra, and fish out your blade. With a flick of your wrist, you toss it on the floor, “I fucking hate you.”

He picks the knife off the ground, slides it in his front pocket, then turns and opens the door.

For what it’s worth, he returned the knife like he said he would.

And the next time he stopped for food, after handcuffing you to the grab bar and giving you some private piss pot time, he brought you protein bars, french fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

It’s not enough to make up for your complete lack of autonomy, but it’s more consideration than you were expecting.

The sun set a while ago. Your sense of time is totally fucked, so you’re not sure exactly how long it’s been dark out, just that it feels like forever, and every time you try to look out the windshield or side windows, all you see is a a black void or the red glow of taillights. Sometimes you spot signs that give you clues to your location: Cleveland, Toledo, Chicago.

The last one you saw was Davenport, shortly after you were ripped from sleep when the 18-wheeler hit a rumble strip off the road’s shoulder. Your captor jerked the wheel, then regained control, steadying his course.

“Did you just fall asleep?” you asked him.

He didn’t respond.

“Hey,” you called, tossing a protein bar at his shoulder, “If you’re tired, you need to pull over and sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit.”

Silence.

So now you’re wide awake, unable to move or do anything about the fact that the mad man driving this giant fucking machine might drift off into dreamland at any moment. All you can do is watch him.

It’s hard to be sure, with the cab being so dark, but eventually you swear you see his head drooping.

“You know, if you’re really insistent on driving, I have some uppers in my bag,” you tell him, “Rather have you a little too alert than falling asleep at the wheel.”

“If you wanted me to get you your fix, you should have asked at the last stop.”

You snap your head back and scoff, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t respond, but you see his backlit hands gripping and releasing the steering wheel.

“I don’t need a ‘fix’, jackass.”

“So, what, you just deal speed out of the goodness of your heart?”

His tone is snarky. You bristle even more.

“I deal speed because, as you probably know, I happened upon a fuck ton of speed back in Oregon. I sell it for dirt cheap, just enough to get what I need, never in large quantities, and only when I have no other options for money. I rarely even—” you stop for a moment, tempted to drive into this man about the obvious flaws in his moral compass, but shake your head, “No, you know what? I don’t owe you, of all people, an explanation. So fuck you, man. Get off the fucking road and sleep before you hurt someone.”

Silence falls over the cab, except for a brief stint of whining from the dog.

When the man comes up on the next exit, he takes it.

Din finds a place to park for the night.

After giving everyone a bathroom break, he secures the cabin by fastening a ratchet strap to each door’s hand hold, tightening until the strap is taut, then locking it in place. He tucks the key in his front pocket and turns to face the sleeper cab.

The dog is laying on the mattress, propped up against the back wall with paws curled up in the air. Din looks at you, only to find you already staring at him. Well, actually, glaring might be more accurate.

Between that and the way you’re strapped into the five-point harness, arms crossed tight over your small frame, you remind him of a sulking child.

He approaches the overhead storage and pulls out your backpack. For a moment, he considers handing it over without further investigation. The bag is plumb full, and it’s apparent from a glance that you developed a particular system to get all your equipment to fit inside.

But he has a hunch you’re carrying more than a pocket knife. The road can be ruthless to pretty women like you, regardless of how ferocious you actually are. Considering how adapted you seem to be to this lifestyle, he’s positive you know that and pack accordingly.

As Din sorts your green rucksack’s carefully organized contents into two piles, he sees you out the corner of his eye, shifting in your seat and pursing your lips. Your rage is palpable. It’s mildly amusing.

In one side pocket, there are dozens of small ziplock baggies, each containing 6 blue tablets. They go into the things he will keep for now pile. Everything from the other side pocket goes into the things you can keep pile: a few guitar picks, a pen, and a wallet. The wallet contains $54, a faded photo of a little girl and boy hugging each other, and an Iowa Driver License. He’s surprised to see the name Charlie Wanderlust printed on the ID.

From the main compartment, he puts the following in the things you can keep pile: a tightly-rolled tent and similarly condensed sleeping bag, a few changes of clothes, a small bag of personal hygiene items, two notebooks, camping supplies, a tarp, and a bundle of dirty nylon rope.

All the way at the bottom of the bag, he finds a pistol and some 9mm clips. He holds the gun up to examine it. GLOCK G19, semi-auto. It looks to be in good condition and well-maintained.

Like he was with much of the rucksack’s contents, he’s surprised you’re carrying something so high-quality. The few hitchhikers he has encountered seem to be living off threadbare, secondhand equipment. But not you.

It piques his curiosity.

He releases the loaded magazine and tosses it to the side, along with the clips, in the things he’ll keep for now pile. The gun itself goes in the things you can keep pile.

Once satisfied with his search, Din crouches down and puts the ammunition, pills, and ratchet strap keys in the safe under his bed, then slams it shut.

He turns his attention back to you and finds your gaze still locked on him, dark eyes narrowed to slits.

In his experience bounty hunting, he exclusively deals with men.

Most bounties put out on women in the private sector are malicious in nature. Posted by jilted, often violent, men, looking to take back what they think is theirs. Even when there seems to be a morally acceptable reason for the bounty, it rouses his suspicion and leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

He supposes there’s always an exception. From the information he was given, you are that exception. A lucrative one, at that.

Some of the things you told him today are nibbling at the edges of his mind, though.

“Do you know what they’re going to do to me? Do you have any fucking idea what kind of a death march you’re leading me down? If you kill me before we get there, I’ll consider myself fucking lucky.”

Granted, bounties tend to make a number of outlandish claims while trying to negotiate their release from custody. He has heard almost every sob story in the book. Lame attempts to appeal to his sense of humanity.

He’s trying not to lend it too much credibility, but you seemed so genuine, so righteous, in your anger.

Then there was the outburst that preceded him stopping for the night.

Part of him feels guilty for making assumptions about you. Another part of him knows you might be lying, given the circumstances. But it seemed to come from deep within you, dredged up with a sense of disdain, like you didn’t even want to tell him.

It was contrary to every experience he’s had with bounties trying to talk their way into freedom.

After taking everything into consideration, he determined you are not likely a threat. A flight risk, sure, but not a threat.

He unlocks and unbuckles your harness, then goes about his nighttime routine. You narrow your eyes and watch him.

“What are you doing?” you ask eventually, the question bursting out of you like you can’t hold it in any longer, “What is this?”

Din squeezes a line of toothpaste on his toothbrush, “Take the bed.”

“I’m keeping my knife.”

“I know.”

He thrusts the toothbrush in his mouth and starts scrubbing in vigorous, concentric motions.

You huff, then turn to your pile of worldly possessions and dig out the toiletry bag, asking him, “What makes you think I won’t stab you in the middle of the night?”

Din spits blue foam into an empty bottle, then says, “You don’t seem like the type.”

“Hell of an assumption,” you raise an eyebrow as you unzip your toiletry bag and fish out two elastic hair ties, sliding them around your wrist, “What if you’re wrong?”

“If you try to kill me, you won’t succeed,” he stares you down to make sure he’s understood, “But I will.”

“Ok, pal,” you snort in condescension, pulling half of your white blonde hair over one shoulder. As you start to weave the long strands into a braid, you say, “I don’t want to kill you. But,” your eyes snap to his, “If you try to touch me while I’m sleeping—or at any point in time, for that matter—I will sink that fucking blade into your eyeball without hesitation.”

He nods.

“Good,” you smile, “Then we understand each other.”

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alexiavettel · 1 year

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chapter two

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me), google translator italian/french, light mentions of death

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

PS: reader is a slytherin (just like me) sorry if you don’t see yourself in this house but just matches perfectly with her personality.

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

(Y/N) Stroll POV:

I fixed the straps of my Ferrari red dress which in my opinion is RIDICULOUS to dress up in this specific colour. Okay, I’m not gonna lie I look pretty hot in this tone of red but I look hot in every tone of red so fuck it. I think I would look prettier in my classic green but let’s keep this in mind for the season start gala he’s gonna have to wear a dark green suit at least.

Got my keys, purse and mobile and headed to my Aston Martin Valhalla that my dad gave it to me (exclusive till the moment because customers will only order at the middle of 2023).

•

“Wow dressed up all for me?” Charles annoying Leclerc smirked while hugging me and kissing my cheek (ew this feels so weird).

“Unfortunately yes. But good news for me is that you are wearing a green suit in the gala next week in exchange” I didn’t told anyone yet but he doesn’t need to know.

“Absolutely not! Binotto is going to kill me”

“I talk with him about it no problem, sweetheart” I said while seating and opening the menu.

“Already knows what you’ll eat?” I asked after some minutes in weird silence.

“Probably a carbonara, the pasta in this place is amazing. You should try it”

“Well I’ll ask for some tagliatelle” I stand up my arm to call the waiter.

“It’s a Italian restaurant (Y/n) they speak Italian, let me do the talk for you mon ange”

“Prenderemmo uno tagliatelle, uno spaghetti alla carbonara e un vino per favore” I said smiling right after rolling my eyes at the driver.

“Qualche preferenza per il vino?”

“Voglio un Castello Tricerchi Brunello di Montalcino, grazie”

“I-I didn’t know you speak Italian” he gasped?

“Now you do” I forced a smile (god this is also entering the list of best moments, he looks soo taken back)

“S-So Lorenzo gave me a couple of questions we should do to know each other better in case the reporters ask us” he said picking his phone to show me a WhatsApp message with a bunch of questions.

“For real?? Shoot it, so we can end this up faster”

“Okay, favourite colour?”

“Your’s red mine’s green and black”

“Obsessed” he faked a cough “Do you have any pets?”

“Yeah, I got a Doberman named Sirius”

“From Sirius Black, like the Harry Potter one?”

“Yeah” god, where’s the food?

“Wait. What’s your Hogwarts house?” He asked like is the most important question ever.

“I’m a slytherin, for sure the best one” sorry not sorry.

“Hm I thought so, you kinda look a bit like Voldemort”

“Says the one who looks like one of Malfoy’s friends”

“Excuse me!? Whatever, back to pets I don’t got any. But I would like to have a little dog, nothing like a Doberman they’re scary-“

“He’s actually pretty cute but he’s trained so I can make him bite your flat ass” I would pay good money to watch this scene.

“Best moment in F1”

“Silverstone podium, last year” a hard race but I got my best result there. A P3 with Bottas in P2 and Lewis in P1.

“Monza, 2019” he smiles gently but drop it when reads the next question.

“Worst moment in F1”

“Jules’ accident” I answer without thinking twice.

This is actually one of my worst memories ever, Charles was lucky for didn’t get to see it in person like I did. I couldn’t sleep properly because of the nightmares for 3 weeks straight. Jules took care of me when I was younger, specially because I always competed against his godson so we always were together, he was kinda a big brother figure for me. He knew that my father payed more attention in my younger brother and he said something once that made me really try to get into F1…

“You’re a good kid (Y/N), you’ve got a long way. Call me crazy but I can see it featured everywhere ‘First female driver in Formula One in decades. The very much first female race winner ever. She came from far but she came to win! (Y/N) Stroll is the winner of the Canadian Grand Prix’” he said with a commentator voice making me laugh.

“I know it’s soo hard to be part of a real team in F1 and being a girl we both know will be even harder but you got to do it. You are stronger than almost all those little boys and you are going to show them in the future, but don’t be too harsh with my little Charles okay? I want to see you guys driving together one day” I tried to smile back at him but I wanted to cry so bad.

“I want to drive with you one day, Jules!” I said hugging his legs.

“I can’t promise that we will but I want to do that too, okay? Gonna make everything possible to make it happen, girl” he ruffled my hair gently.

“Yeah because he already promised me that, you ugly” Charles screamed at me coming out of nowhere “Come fast or I’ll slash your tires”

“I miss him so fucking bad. I was going to say the same thing, at least there’s one thing we agree with” he tried to laugh, and the waiter just arrived with our food.

“If exist something that lift me up from sadness around this topic it’s wine and think that he would be proud of me and my achievements. I like to remember all the memories we got together like me, you, Pierre and Esteban with Jules, Norman and Lorenzo taking care of us and trying to compete in karts but these old bastards almost made us crash every time” he let out a genuine giggle and true smile before trying the wine.

“Hmmm good wine choice”

“I know, it’s one of my favourites. My brother gave me this one as a prank and I ended up liking it”

“So one more question. Biggest dream?”

“Both of us dream in being world champions don’t we?”

“You actually right, ew. Okay, hm your dream travel?” He asked after chewing (disgustingly) his pasta, I swear he eats like a child.

“Don’t know if I have one… Maybe Seychelles, I discovered this place recently but it’s so pretty, like the ocean and the rainforest is incredible in the pics I saw. Or maybe Egypt! I’ve never been there-“

“Okay I got it, you like travelling! I don’t know mine, but I would like to see Argentina better maybe? Now-”

“Wait my BeReal just-“ I love this app but sometimes I would like to uninstall this shit “Give me your hand!”

“What?” When he took my hand in his I took my BeReal without showing his face.

“You don’t have it?” I asked putting my phone back in my purse, just waiting to see my friends' reactions.

“Pierre actually told me to download it but I don’t know”

“Oh come on it’s fun, download it!” I picked up his phone and put in his hands while drinking the end of my glass.

“I mean is kinda cool but what’s the point? What if I’m in the bathroom?”

“The point is being real like showing yourself to your friends without make up, filters, you know just living your life. And when it notifies in the bathroom just put your hand in front of the camera it’s for best”

“Okay…”

•

I’m ABSOLUTELY out of breath after seeing the BeReal’s reactions:

😲 pedritogostoso10: bitch u didn’t told me??? ik this watch is expensive so at least it’s a good catch

😃 howdydannyric: wow good pasta but poor wine choice 🤠

>>> memyselfstroll: just because it isn’t expensive doesn’t mean it’s bad

>>> howdydannyric: whatever you say extreme cheapskates

😍 yourdreamliv: hope you liked the dress in the end 👀❤️

>>> memyselfstroll: i just don’t stop paying you bc if i do some public shit u gonna save my ass!!

😍 thebestleclerc: enjoyed the questions?

>>> memyselfstroll: you dont know how much i hate u rn Lorenzo

If only I could tell Daniel… but he will bring this up till the rest of my life. Well I can tell him we are fake when we go public, I just need to remember that not a lot of people can know about it. In the moment just me, my “boyfriend”, our PRs, my father, my pt and our team principals.

I only can imagine when Danny and Seb get to know it. Not even my brother knows I’m “dating” someone, he’s going to get so frustrated when I tell him it’s fake! This boy try to get me a boyfriend for so many years it’s going to be funny tho.

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Teatro la Fenice's new production of Mefistofele (with Alex Esposito in the title role) opens tonight so I've been seeing a lot of preview pics on the bird site, including this one and a video of the chorus from the end of this scene (which does look cool despite the schlubby costumes on the two leads, why are they putting Alex Esposito in sweatpants, come on, they put him in fishnets for Gounod!). ANYWAY it got me thinking about the various props I've seen used for the globe in "Ecco il mondo." For the uninitiated: this scene is set at Walpurgisnacht, the witches' sabbath and the primary event of the infernal social calendar. At one point the chorus presents their sexy demon overlord with a globe, symbolizing his mastery over the world and prompting Mefistofele's aria about the folly of humanity, at the end of which he smashes it. (The original libretto mentions a glass globe, and they did have sugar glass in the 1870s so I think that's probably what it would have been.)

Anyway, if you look at the video from later in the scene you can see that disco ball earth looks substantially redder and more burnt out by the end of the scene, a lighting effect which I am guessing takes place at the end of the aria. Which is pretty cool! I rather like that! Not as much as something that can go boom, but still pretty neat.

Other prop choices I've seen, roughly in order of how much I liked them:

Nothing (Festspielhaus Baden-Baden 2016, ft. Erwin Schrott). Come on. Why would you do it this way. I love this production quite a lot (and I actually otherwise really liked their Walpurgisnacht staging) but sometimes it makes questionable choices and this was one of them. Projecting equations all over the giant stage skull does not count. LET MEPH SMASH THINGS.

Giant blue lighted globe (I forget what production this was, but I saw this scene on youtube and couldn't find it when I looked just now). Pretty attractive visually, and stood out amid an otherwise red-dominated scene. Also the closest on this list to authorial intent (and, let's be real, Boito would certainly have used a lighted globe if it were possible to do safely at the time). However, you lose a lot of the impact if your singer has to carefully drop the prop globe into a trapdoor. This is kind of a common theme in this post and a principle by which I would abide: if you can't break it, use something else.

Cow heart (Bayerische Staatsoper 2015, ft. Rene Pape). Well, it's certainly creatively gross! I'll give it points for that. It was definitely not the worst idea this production had in re: Walpurgisnacht. But there are also a few problems: one is the destructibility issue outlined in the last entry. If you do something gross like that it's not gonna be as effective if it doesn't get to go splat, which obviously the prop cannot do. Another is that it doesn't really go with the symbolism of the aria (why is the world a cow heart, specifically?). A third is that the scene had already placed a bunch of writhing pregnant women downstage which made me worry that things were going to go a LOT darker than they actually did. I neither need nor want to see sacrificial baby yeeting in Mefistofele, but if your production is generally committed to maximum squalor, you probably shouldn't do anything that would make the audience imagine it and consequently doubt that commitment.

Paper globe (Teatro dell'Opera di Roma 2023, ft. John Relyea). A solid choice! He spikes it into an oil drum fire pit and and it makes a nicely scary-looking flame for an instant. It would have looked cooler if it were bigger, but it was definitely visually interesting (unlike most of the scene, alas; Relyea was typically fantastic but the director did not give him much to work with in this sequence beyond dressing him like Mussolini) and appropriately destructive.

Latex balloon (San Francisco Opera 1989, ft. Samuel Ramey). This one sometimes draws sniffs from opera purists for being cheap and tacky, but honestly that's entirely on-theme: behold the world! It's a piece of crap! This staging is iconic for a reason (it's on the cover of the dvd) and the simple balloon is satisfyingly destructible (Ramey dramatically stabs it with a very large pin), easy to bat around before destroying it, and inexpensive to replace. Full marks. Of course, this is a famous enough production that any other one that goes that route will probably be seen to be alluding to it.

Because I am obsessed with this opera and have an unattainable fantasy of directing it I have a lot of thoughts about all kinds of staging details, and so I would definitely return to the "inflatable earth" well, but distinguish it by getting Faust into the act: the second and third verse of the aria, after all, are about how dumb and generally shitty humans are. (And I think it's important for stagings of this sequence not to lose sight of him, which sometimes happens.) I'm picturing Meph dragging Faust up "onstage" and handing the globe off to him, as a representative of said dumb shitty humans (a lot of teasing interspersed with aggressive flirting going on here ofc). At the climactic "Ecco il mondo!" he flicks a finger in Faust's direction, and the globe explodes in his hands, to the great delight of the chorus. It's different, and it's a nice moment for making your singers cooperate in selling it (Faust, of course, has the more difficult job here since he'd have to play startled at a stage effect he is largely responsible for carrying off). My throughline for Mefistofele is that it's fundamentally a toxic, destructive love story that's still somehow weirdly ennobling for the participants on some level, and the Walpurgisnacht scene is a pivotal moment in that arc (it's where Meph's switch flips from "I want to win my wager" to "I want Faust") so that staging choice would be a another little thing that makes that relationship central.

#mefistofele #hot faust summer #faust friday #my imaginary production of mefistofele is fucking amazing you guys #child death for ts #(hypothetical and pretend)#how to destroy the world #opera

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matataku-hoshi · 9 months

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Groundhog Day at the Old Vic, London 2023

*dusts off the old blog* It's certainly been a minute, hasn't it! Still here, still a huge GHD fan. In the intervening years, I got to see productions at San Francisco Playhouse and at the Paramount Theatre in Aurora, IL. (I also got married and went through a bunch of other life stuff, but that's neither here nor there). But then it was announced that Groudhog Day would be returning to the Old Vic in 2023 with Andy Karl, and my husband and I used that as an excuse to finally do that UK trip we'd been talking about for years.

Tumblr user colemckenzies did a great post outlining some of the changes between Broadway and 2023 Old Vic. I wanted to further elaborate on some additional changes I noticed. Obviously spoilers to follow:

In “There Will Be Sun”, the first chorus of “Tomorrow spring will come and then there will be blue skies my friend” is cut. It goes straight from “If not tomorrow then tomorrow or tomorrow there will be sun” to “Oh if I could I’d will these clouds away my love”

While obviously the revolves are gone (look at me picking up British-isms 😄), the bedroom set gets wheeled in every loop. They keep the trick from Broadway where this is always done counter-clockwise until the loop finally breaks.

As previously mentioned, there’s a wonderful lyric change in Day One. “Their dumb superstitions and vacuous chat, their total unawareness of the fact their trapped, perhaps you don't miss it if you don't know you lack it, I'm sure there was a pack of xanax in this jacket'

I adore this because of the foreshadowing, and how Phil thinks he’s singing about the townsfolk when he’s really singing about himself.

Dialogue change in 2023 when Phil runs into Jonathan:

Jonathan: “Off to the see the groundhog?”

Phil: “Why, isn’t there a tractor pull or a cow-tipping contest?”

Jonathan, looks confused: “I don’t think that’s today.”

When Rita introduces to Phil on Day One and reminds him of the flood story, Phil takes a second before recalling, groans, and goes, "Oh, the intern? They didn't even send me a real producer." After which Rita corrects him that she's a real producer now, albeit an associate producer.

On Day 2 when the sheriff drops his gun, Phil asks "How do you have a permit???"

At the end of Day 2, Rita sings “I mean he acts kind of asshole-ish still. I think he might be mentally ill.” While it’s on the cast recording and the early previews bootleg, I could have sworn it was cut in the final Broadway version. Regardless, it’s restored in the 2023 version.

Phil’s “Help me~~~~” at the end of Day 3 is cut.

In Philandering, they cut the line where Phil "proposes" to Nancy (which I prefer - no one is that stupid, and they make the point later that Nancy is more than a caricature)

Also in Philandering, you can hear the chorus singing, “Gonna party like it’s no tomorrow~~~” in the party scene (formerly the orgy scene). Phil also gets 10 pizzas delivered to his room.

Phil is less aggressive when he confesses his “love” to Rita in One Day.

On Broadway, they sit down directly on the stage, and Phil leans sideways to Rita to confess. As he gets more desperate, he starts to position himself over her and tries to take her hand, after which she slaps him.

In 2023, they’re sitting on a bench together. Phil tries to take her hand, and she pulls away and slaps him. Still creepy, but much less heading in the direction of sexual assault.

Either way Phil totally deserves to get slapped. I’ve talked to a few people who have said they could never root for Phil because of this scene (which is a fair critique). The 2023 version IMO makes the same point without so much portraying Phil as a potential sexual predator.

Right before Phil smashes the alarm clock at the end of One Day, he yells “Make it stop!” (“Somebody make it stop”? Memory is a fickle thing)

When Phil kills himself with the gun before Hope, it's more explicit that he stole the gun off of the sheriff with his faulty holster.

I don't remember if this is new, but when Phil wakes up at the beginning of Hope, he touches the side of his head where he shot himself and even though he knows that the day will always reset, he still looks a little surprised and it's heartbreaking.

For the third death/revival in Hope (where Phil climbs the ladder):

Broadway: Phil reappears in bed

Old Vic 2023: Phil reappears on the scene of the broadcast, fully dressed

As noted, lots of changes to If I Had My Time Again.

Cast recording: "The thing with these revolving rides / they're only fun because you know they're going to end"

Broadway (as of early in previews): "I was completely dead inside / But today I'm like 85%"

London 2023: We're back to the cast recording lyrics.

IMO the orchestration and lyric changes are for the better. I adored this song on the cast recording, but in the August Wilson theater it frequently felt swallowed up.

With the emphasis on just Phil and Rita, it’s a much more intimate song, which is what the scene needs IMO.

I also love Rita’s new lyric “Go to all the parties that I missed / Kiss all the boys I was too afraid to kiss”, because then it’s Rita fulfilling her “time again” when she kisses Phil during Seeing You.

After "If I Had My Time Again", Phil eats a carton of Ben & Jerry's while discussing the almanac with Rita. I love the implication that he’s eaten all of this junk food before, but he’s trying it again with her.

Dialogue change after "If I Had My Time Again"

Phil: "You know, Larry, we never really talk."

Broadway Larry: "Sometimes I think you don't notice that I'm there."

London 2023 Larry: "Well you never brought me donuts before."

Not a change, but I was sitting close enough one night to see the stock photos they use for Ned’s wallet pictures of his kids, and I realized that “little Mary” is just a baby. It really hit home that Ned has probably just lost his wife in the last year or two, and he’s trying to raise five very young kids on his own.

In the Broadway/cast recording versions of "Philanthropy", you can hear some melodic callbacks to earlier songs. In the London 2023 version, the chorus actually sings lines like, "I'm not sure what the point is / But this point is it don't matter" and "If I had my time again I would not do it all the same"

There's no pause of silence before "Seeing You" starts

After Phil and Rita run off into the snow at the end of Seeing You, the couples left dancing are Nancy/Larry, Debbie/Fred, and then Mrs. Lancaster dances alone in the snow in joyous wonder. I love this bit, becuase it feels like all the different ways you can find a new meaning of love (Nancy/Larry, the couple just discovering each other, Debbie/Fred, who have moved into a new phase of their relationship, and then Mrs. Lancaster, who even as an old woman can revel in the beauty of the snow)

In 2023 when Phil takes Rita to see the sunrise, he makes her cover her eyes, and then unveil them once the full sunrise is in view. It’s very sweet.

Anyway, I love this show, and I love talking about this show, so please feel free to hit me up! I may post more general thoughts, etc. if anyone is interested.

#andy karl #groundhog day musical #groundhog day the musical #groundhog day #phil connors #rita hanson #old vic #ghd musical

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hello !! hope you're doing well

okay so i have a request that has been on my mind recently idk if it's a good idea or not but could you please write xdinary heroes when they see their

s/o crying because they accidentally hurt them

i know it feels like sad but i think it can turned into a cute thing anyways :')

oh and you can take your time on this one i don't mind if you write it and post it like 2 weeks later

tysm !:)

Hello my love! I am doing very well I hope you're also doing well too!

I would absolutely love to write this for you!

Xdinary Heroes Scenario

(Realizing they've hurt you)

Summary: How would our heroes react after they have realized they have hurt you.

Warnings: Obvious Angst, Language, Maybe some pg 13?

Scenario: Angst, Fluff at the end, romance, Boyfriend AU

Gun-il

Gun-il has a lot on his plate

Being the leader of his band

It's not easy

Especially this group

But he always tries to make time for you

He sat on the couch one night

You kept asking him if he ate

or if he''s drinking water

He was hard at work

Finally you tried to help

You came up and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders

Only to have a rather unpleasant response

Gun-il tore your arms off of him

"Not now Y/N!" he snapped

You jumped a little at his voice

You nodded and slowly walked over to the kitchen

Gun-il's guilt was now eating him alive

He caught a glimpse of your sad figure slowly dragging to the kitchen

He sighed and sat all his notebooks and stuff to the side

And asked you to bring him some water

He was really asking you for something after talking to you the way he did!?

You agreed and grabbed the water bottle out of the fridge before walking over and dropping it down on the coffee table

You turned around and walked away

But Gun-il grabbed your hand before you could fade out of his view

And pulled you down into his lap

"I'm so sorry baby, I was out of line" he spoke lowly

Almost in a desperate whisper

"I understand you don't need any comforting Gun" You sighed as you tried to break out of his grip

"I always need you baby" He whispered again before pulling you closer to trap your lips in his

Guess it was time for him to take a break.

Jungsu

Jungsu was not having a good day

at all

It was just feeling like everything bad was happening

He spilled his coffee all over him in the morning

He dropped food on his music sheet

and to make matters worse

He had a short in one of the cords for his keyboard

So all the sound was off

Nothing could make his day worse

Except

A red sock in his white laundry

He came home and you were standing there with a look of worry

"What's wrong?" He asked as he dropped his bag on the floor by the couch

"Um...Jungsu... you did laundry this morning... and uh You left a sock in your white pile... and.... it sort of.... got put in to....the washer"

He drew the longest sigh you have ever heard

"Everything is pink now isn't it?" he sighed

You nodded

Jungsu groaned in agony

"Why didn't you pay attention!?"

"Whoa, I'm sorry Jungsu, but it wasn't my fault"

"Right, it's my fault! It's always my damn fault!"

You nodded

Obviously he needed some space

"Okay... I'm gonna give you some space now, come find me when you've calmed down" you walked away and went into your room and slammed the door

You sat on your bed and sighed irritated

A few minutes later you heard a small knock on the door

Jungsu slowly opened the door and sat on the bed

pulling you into his arms

You pulled away but he whined and wrapped his arms around you tighter

"please hug me Y/N!!!" he whined

"I don't want to Jungsu!"

He whined again and refused to let you go and kissed your cheek multiple times

"Please Jagiyaaaa" he whined again

Whining and holding you finally go you to let out a small laugh

"Oh! you laughed!" he smiled and pulled you backwards on the bed

"No! let me go! I'm mad at you!"

"No!" he laughed as he held you tightly

"Kim Jungsu!" you whined

He shut you up by pressing a quick kiss to your lips

"I'm sorry, I just had a bad day, I shouldn't have taken it out on you"

He frowned

"No you shouldn't have"

He nodded and hugged you closer

How could you not forgive him

"Okay fine.. I forgive you" you laugh

You laid in bed, hearing all about Jungsu's horrible day

You kissed his head and told him you'd make him some food to help him feel better.

Gaon

Jiseok was really pissed off

(And I've said it many times)

(Boy looks freaking scary when he's mad)

Some guy was obviously making moves on you

He was making comments to you

Flirting obviously

Even though your boyfriend was literally right next to you

You were brushing off his comments

But the more this person tried

the more mad he was getting

God he was fuming

The person finally announced they had to go to the bathroom

"Jiseok are you okay?"

"Do I look fine to you?? That person is obviously hitting on you!"

"They're just being nice Jiseok"

"Don't be stupid Y/N, I know what nice looks like"

Did he just call you stupid?

"What did you just call me!?"

He sighed a little at his comment

"I meant-" you glared and walked away from him

You sat away from him, cursing his name under your breath

The same person that was complimenting you came and sat beside you

You explained to them that you just wanted to be left alone

And that's when the moves started being passed

first they tried to rest their hand on your leg

You moved your leg

Then they kept wanting to buy you drinks

You kept declining the offer

Eventually your hand was grabbed and you were brought back to Jiseok's side

"I'm going to ask you once, to stay away from my Y/N"

The person got up and left

Annoyed

But nowhere near as annoyed as Jiseok

"Jiseok...I'm so sorry you were right! god I am stupid!" your eyes stung with tears as he wrapped your arms around your boyfriend

He held you close

"You're never stupid baby... I was stupid to let you walk away from me" He looked you in the eyes before pulling into the most passionate kiss ever

he had to let you know how much he loved you

"Jiseok, I wanna go home" you whispered in his ear.

Jiseok nodded and took your hand, leading you out.

O.de

Seungmin and you were arguing over something that he had no control over

It was your first dating anniversary

And he was going to miss it

Because the band had to be at a festival

The exact same day

Seungmin didn't want to do this to you

But he literally had no choice

You tried not to let it bother you

But it was an important day

You let your emotions get to you

And here you were

"I told you what came with this relationship Y/N!"

"Yes I know Seungmin, am I not allowed to be mad!?"

"You're being ridiculous is what you're being! There isn't a damn thing I can do about this, so please stop bitching about it!"

The snap made your heart break a little

It's almost like he didn't care

"Well if you don't care about it, why are you still here!?" you yelled back

"I don't know! Why am I!?"

He stormed off and walked out the door, slamming it aggressively

You slid down the wall in tears

He really didn't care that much

But oh were you wrong

Seungmin slowly opened the door and walked back in

"Y/N, can I please come back inside now?"

You looked up and saw him

"Why?"

"Because I love you, and I'll have the day after off, so we can just celebrate it the next day, whatever you want to do"

You stayed quiet for a second

"Baby please... please can I come back now"

You looked at his eyes and saw the plea in them

You couldn't help it anymore

You stood up and ran and jumped into his arms

Wrapping your legs around his torso as he held you tightly in his arms

He kissed you as if he was going to lose you

Holding you so tightly

He was carrying you away to your room

ready to show you how much he loved you.

Junhan

(Can anyone even fight with this guy??)

Hyeongjun came home really tired and totally stressed out

He messed up on one of his guitar solos

Though nobody noticed

You were back stage and could see the frustration in his face

He tried to put on a happy face

But he's always so hard on himself when I comes to his performance

You went home first and he shortly followed

He dropped his bag on the floor and set his guitar case down

Then he plopped down on the couch

You tried to comfort him as much as you could but everytime you did

It got him more and more frustrated

"But I messed up Y/N!" He finally snapped

It made you jump a little

You've been dating Hyeongjun for almost 3 months now and you've never heard him raise his voice

His whole demeanor changed when he saw you jump

"Y/N no.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he spoke so gently to you

"It's okay Jun... I know you get frustrated"

"It just sucks sometimes... I want to be perfect"

You laughed a little

"Oh baby nobody is perfect, you don't think the guys make mistake?"

"That's what they told me"

You spent the rest of night

Laid out on the couch

Hyeongjun laying his head on your chest

Hearing your heartbeat, playing him a perfect melody

Jooyeon

(Do I have to do this one? 🥺)

I've said it multiple times

Jooyeon doesn't express his emotions much

Unless something is really bad

Majority of the time he's just a goofy, fun loving guy

But this fight was bad

Bad bad

There was lots of fighting

Screaming

Yelling

And words you'd never say to each other

Jooyeon finally told you the words you didn't want to here

"If you're so unhappy maybe we shouldn't be together anymore!"

You could feel your heart shatter

The pain was too much

"Fine then... its over Jooyeon!"

(This hurts so much!!)

You walked away from him

Slamming the door

Jooyeon was left with nothing but tears and frustration

That resulted to him showing up at his hyung's door at 2 AM because he can't sleep

"I screwed up Gun-il hyung.... I've lost them... maybe forever" He'd cry

Gun-il would hold his youngest brother

Pat him on the back

And tell him not to give up on you

That would result

In him knocking on your door at maybe 4 in the morning

You'd open the door

Seeing his head hanging low to his chest

But as he raised his head

You saw the red around his eyes

The swell in his cheeks

"Jooyeon?"

He wouldn't say anything

He would just push open the door and wrap you tightly in his arms as the tears spill over

"I didn't mean any of that Y/N" he would mumble as he buried his face in the crook of your neck

"Please....please don't say it's over" He'd beg

(I wanna stop!! 😭)

You would nod back to him and hug him tightly

Tears also threatening your eyes

He would kiss you so many times each time longer than the other

You'd tangle your hands in his hair

Holding him like he would slip out of your grip

He was doing the same

#xdinary heroes #boyfriend scenario #gun-il #jungsu #gaon #ode #junhan #jooyeon

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