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odusseus-xvi · 8 months

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hi!! this is kinda a weird question but ur post about characterization for french ccs is rlly helpful for writing, so i was wondering if u had any like . tips or advice about speaking patterns or like. common terms or phrases they use and stuff like that. i have a lot of issues with auditory processing and other hearing stuff that makes it like . hard for me to always understand speech patterns or just like . what people are actually saying so if u have any like . advice or info about like How They Talk that u could put in text or like specific that would be cool. no worries if u dont/cant btw i completely get it i just remembered that u were the one w the previous helpful post ::D

Yeah, no problem I could try ! :D Now keep in mind again I'm not necessarily an expert, and I'm just doing this because it's fun. I still might make some mistakes, and miss some important details, but 'Ill do my best. SO

Let's go for HOW DO THE FRENCH (and swiss) CCS TALK :

Let's start with

ETOILES : So I feel like it might be the easiest because he's the clearest to me. He tends to speak at a normal space and in english with a noticeable slighly french accent, but not an extreme one. He likes to crack jokes constantly when he speaks with other people (most of the time hyping up others, and self deprecating, you know the "You are a legend, I am dumb".) . He can drop pearls of wisdom randomly through ridiculous metaphors ("You don't need to worry, My name means stars, that means that when you look I'm here." "It's like crossing the road, you have to, and there is cars, you need to be careful, but it can't be all you focus on. Wait I'm not sure about that one...") and sometimes actually genuine and inspiring, but more often that not in the tone of discussion, it doesn't sound like he's dispensing "wisdom of the elders", he's just a humble guy talking with you and giving a random advice. He often says in french "Wow a flop" when something doesn't work. Or "c.s.c." (Contre Con Camp, a football term meaning scoring against your own team) when he comments on someone being a tryhard for example ("WOW such a tryhard (csc)"). He'll often makes the joke that nobody likes him when they don't answer in chat to himself, (or chat) and will directly tell them "You want me to die irl don't you?" ensues a myriad of "holy shit you want me to die for real" answered by the "NOO" of the other one. Two last details that came to me, he rarely actually answers by "no" or "yes", he often use "Yeh yeh yeh", or "no no no". He also uses a lot of "euuuuh..." when looking for his words when speaking.

AYPIERRE : He is fairly simple too. He has a very relaxed tone, speaks slightly slower than most people, and has slightly noticeable french accent but less so than others. His tone differenciate between three states : Focused (while building or infiltrating a base), relaxed, and humourous. Note that he's never fully serious, he has that constant gremlin energy and smile that makes him want to make jokes that will make everybody cringe (his favorite pastime.) The only time he's been serious and slightly upset was when he earned gegg died or when he learned that the federation was trying to replicate his wine (there you can see his priorities). Most of the time people are assuming the worst when it's his countless time he starts a conversation with "So, I did something..." and is the type of guy to say "*known illegal act* is a strong word, let's say it's more like *not necessarily better*". I don't follow him as much, so I currently have no other mannerism in mind.

BAGHERA : I feel like she is a bit harder to pin down. When speaking in english she has a very noticeable accent, especially when she is tired. And talks a bit fast, especially in french. Though she doesn't crack jokes constantly, she has a constant chaotic energy that makes her say random things at times. She often say "Oh Yeaaaah" when she is happy or hyped about something, mostly when she is with other people to show them she is happy too. When she is ashamed or not understanding something she likes to take a voice we call the "Antoine Croute" voice (a character she played in a Rp series on GTA V), it's high pitched and really shy. (imagine a little "wut... ?"). She can be really serious, especially when investigating. She almost nver express vocally, in tone at least, her anger. Instead she sounds incredibly cold, like she was with ElQuackity. Her voice when serious drops a bit, and she speaks a bit faster. There is probably plenty more but I'm starting to get tired.

ANTOINE : He is the hardest to me because it is even hard to pin down in french. He has most of the time a very serious tone, while he ironically constantly making either dark jokes based on irony and cynism OR a pun. Because of this, it's sometimes hard to pin what's a joke and what's serious. His accent alternates between horrible french accent OR almost ProPeR eNgliSH. Even when discussing absolutely batshit insane things he sounds serious (he is not in reality, but it's a form of humor in itself). OCCASIONALLY he'll break and cracks a smile, and sometimes, even the heartiest laugh you've ever heard, a very vocal and deep "AHAHAHAHA" that you can hear a mile away (but it happens rarely.) Though I didn't specify, most people, including the french, stutter at least a little bit, and search their words, (like I said for Etoiles' "euh".) but Antoine tends to have a very clear speech, only occasionally looking for a translation. In the same vein, he also has a very quick reaction and can answer with a pun almost instantly (very impressive, especially when it's not his native language.)

That's pretty much all I can think of right now, and I'm tired. Maybe it's not exactly what you asked, but it's what I can muster. Hopes that helped :D

#qsmp #qsmp baghera jones #qsmp etoiles #qsmp aypierre #qsmp antoine daniel #qsmp antoine #qsmp baghera

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demoreelrewound · 11 months

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Donnie DuPré

I almost let something hurtful from my past consume me. I'm done doing that.

Canon traits: ambitious, demanding, passionate, charismatic, stubborn, workaholic, secretive, prone to sarcasm and snideness when annoyed. He wishes to bring Hollywood down for how it treated his mother and him, using his amateur films to do so.

A bisexual man with a strained and distant marriage.

Canon backstory:

Donnie was born as Jimmy Boyd. The son of Elissa Huffman, star of Blue Patches, he was a child actor infamous for his poor performances. During the filming of Jingle Sells, he lost his mother to suicide after years of mistreatment as an aging actress in Hollywood, as well as her declining mental health. During the remainder of the shoot he was looked after by Arnold Schwarzenegger but beyond that his caretakers are unknown.

He disappeared from the public eye and changed his name to Donnie DuPré, after which he married a woman who earned much more money than him. While he is able to live off of her and not work to fund his film-making passion, she is very distant from him in the present and even arranged a pre-nup stipulating that he wasn't to visit either his or her family for holidays.

At some point in his life, he was violently raped and similar depictions in film are intense for him. His coping mechanism with this, as with his other trauma, is to use dark/snide humour and minimisation of the events and emotions to keep his true feelings hidden from others. Only in vulnerable moments does the bubbling anger and frustration surface.

My ideas:

As mentioned in my post on little and big changes, Elissa Huffman -> Alice Harper. But also, to make the Jake Lloyd parallels less blatant and help do the same generalised parable, Jimmy Boyd -> Timmy Blair and the films will be slightly more generalised.

The sci-fi epic might be some sort of homage to Jules Verne, Weird Tales, and old silent films with elaborate cut-out sets á la Georges Mélies. It was a production tied together with string and a wish that Donnie was and still sort of is attached to due to its sheer ambition and ingenuity. It inspired his interest in the craft but its failure intimidated him from such an original project. He played the wise-beyond-his-years prince of an alien planet and was directed to remain perfectly calm with every line. As a six-year-old, this was understandably hard.

(I haven't thought nearly as much about the Christmas movie replacement, only that it not be nearly as close to Jingle All The Way as Jingle Sells is.)

After his mother's death, he was pushed into the arms of his bio father, fellow actor and producer Will Blair. This was mainly to avoid the scandal of "abandoning" Timmy and Will didn't care that much about him so long as he stayed out of the way and had good grades. This neglect left him to fend for himself emotionally and try his hardest to be seen and appreciated in the patchy minor roles and school. (I am somewhat influenced here by the HPD Donnie headcanon, though I'm not sure who was the first to come up with it.)

He began acting out in his teenage years, attracting bad press like many former child stars did. Reckless driving, risky situations with people who should have known better. (As it's never said when the Dragon Tattoo incident occurred, it could be placed here and act as a catalyst for self-destruction. In which case, poor young Donnie!)

This all culminated in an accident that left him in the hospital in critical condition. It was then that he was basically disowned by Will, and Donnie DuPré was born. He used his trust fund to finance a false death verdict and made it out of the state with the help of his future father-in-law, Hank Simmons.

He starts out with more positive intentions, wishing to make them better in his eyes. But as the low view counts and negative words build, his directing and writing become more spiteful in tone, characters more mean. Due to his default self-referential/deprecating humour style however, it isn't as apparent at first.

That's all I have for now, ideas or questions or critique welcome!

#{original reel}#{reel rewound}#donnie dupré #reel rewound: donnie dupré #rape mention #rape cw #csa implied #(perhaps - subject to change)

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musingonward · 2 years

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Dropping some bonus writing for this blog, starting with a bonus Chris' POV from chapter 3 of "It shouldn't come as no surprise"

They’re talking about it.

Chris won’t lie to himself, he would rather be anywhere else but here. Still, he calms himself down and asks, as nonchalantly as he can, "Connor, you alright there?"

"I have a crush on you," Connor says.

A lot of things make more sense now, in context of this new information: The sad look for experiencing something you can’t really have, the wishful look for obvious reasons. Connor must have been holding back out of, if Chris has to guess, a sense of guilt.

He shouldn’t really guess though. After all, he has spent the recent few weeks trying to pin down a reason for Connor’s behaviour, and his guess is way off the mark. In his defense, how could Connor have a crush on him, off all people? Him, really?

It really is a mess of a situation, now that there are more tangible feelings added to the mix.

This is why he doesn’t want to talk about it.

"Fuck," Chris eventually sighs. He is not wasted enough for this, and unfortunately, a much needed drink of Strong Zero does not really help with the situation. "Fucking hell. Fuck off."

That might be a mean thing to say to a confession. In his defence, he’s drunk. "You're drunk," Chris says, because deniability works both ways now that he’s thinking about it.

"No I'm fucking not," Connor mumbles. "I sure as hell am not drunk enough for this."

Ok, there goes his first attempt at not talking about it.

Fuck, Connor has a crush on him. That crucial piece of information finally properly registers. "But you said you have a crush on me," Chris tries again. People say stupid shit when they’re drunk all the time, he’d know.

"Yes," Connor confirms.

He’s probably more sober than Chris, now that he’s thinking about it. Well, while he does make a note to himself to never bring this up when both of them are sober, that isn’t the case right now. Also, he knows Connor can be stubborn when he wants to, and it is most definitely one of those times.

They’re definitely talking about this then. The horror, Chris thinks. "Is it because of the fucking?" he asks.

Connor says something, too fast for him to properly understand. He clears his throat and mercifully repeats himself after a second. "No, it's not because of that."

Chris puts the can down, perhaps a bit too hard.

Okay, they are talking about this. He can do this.

"This is what you want to talk about, isn't it?" Chris asks. "That's why you are acting weird."

Connor nods.

Chris opens his mouth, almost asking “Why me?” before remembering that that is a bit too self deprecating to be passed off as his usual self deprecating humour. Thank God that he’s not that far gone yet.

Instead, he says, "Have I ever made you feel uncomfortable?"

"No," Connor answers too fast, like he doesn’t even have to think about it. Like it’s a fact that he feels comfortable with Chris and that it would be stupid to consider otherwise. "Not you, never."

And it’s also a fact that he feels comfortable with Connor. That sudden realisation comes out of nowhere, and it renders Chris speechless for a moment.

Oh fuck. If he thought that Connor is in deep, then where does that put Chris? If Connor is in this because of his crush, is he in this relationship less because he wants to help Connor and more because he actually likes Connor? Because Connor makes him feel alright?

Oh, he hates that thought. He hates that with a passion.

He wants to go back to a minute ago, when all he gets from this thing is the stability of a relationship and having someone to go back to, and finding some comfort in helping Connor with his woes.

"Ah," Chris says. "That's good."

"Yeah."

He still wants to help Connor. "Can I kiss you right now?" Chris continues.

And before he can change his mind, Chris is already leaning forward, invading Connor’s personal space. He takes Connor’s face in his hands, tilting it slightly so his hair catches the light just right.

He can feel Connor jump at the sudden contact, feel the flush of his skin, feel the tension in the air.

Chris remembers one of his own personal rules, and that is to fuck off before the line is too blurred for his own comfort. He remembers, every now and then, that he’d tell himself to not do this anymore, and to be just a friend to Connor. It’s the same way someone would say that they’re trying to use the phone less so, and a day later they’re back on Twitter. He really is in too deep without even realising it.

Connor might have been conscious of his crush even before the drunken snogging, but at least he knows. Meanwhile it takes a confession and a can of Strong Zero on his side.

There’s at least a tiny comfort in the fact that they are both so out of their depth. Chris can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel in Connor’s position. He has to be miserable throughout all of this, even more so when Chris didn’t fuck him as much as they made love.

(He wonders, not for the first time, to whom is that lie for.)

Connor’s hands move to his shoulder. The contact stops his train of thought, and he focuses back on the situation at hand. Ha.

“Connor,” Chris says.

“Fuck,” Connor grits out, and then, presumably to his previous question, “Yes.” The fact that his eyes flicker down to Chris’ lips adds to the presumption.

He kisses Connor then, burying his doubts and issues down, and instead focuses on Connor’s lips. Normally, this would move from gentle teasing to tongues and all that in a blink of an eye, but now, Chris allows himself to kiss Chris slowly, carefully. He feels Connor’s grip getting tighter, and somehow that is hotter than anything they have ever done.

It’s the best kiss he and Connor have ever shared.

Connor chases after him when Chris pulls back, his lips slightly part open. He’s breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” Connor says.

Fuck indeed. He chuckles at Connor, enjoying the playful annoyance on his face. He watches Connor’ chest heaving up and down at a fast rhythm.

Connor does make him feel comfortable. The thought still makes him, of all things, uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because of the fact that he still isn’t sure if it’s Connor himself, or the prospect of a relationship that brings him that comfortability.

(Well, he knows. Excuse him for lying to himself and for being a hypocrite.)

“Chris,” Connor says. He looks back at Connor then, seeing a trace of longing, and cracks a smile. It seems to be the right thing to do as Connor returns it with a much brighter and more genuine one.

“Fuck,” Connor says. “I love you.”

Chris laughs. He doesn’t deserve that, considering his own priority and motivation. He settles on a simple “Alright,” before he leans forward and kisses Connor again just so the conversation can end on his term.

#limin writes #when I say its a pretty specific characterisation i wasnt lying lol #chris sure is lying to himself tho #this still keeps things a bit vague tbf #happy-ish ending #anyway limin writes? more like limin projects

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mountphoenixrp · 3 years

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Lee Minho, who is also known as Min; a 22 year old son of Akbul. He is a security guard at Babylon.

FC NAME/GROUP: Lee Minho (Lee Know), Stray Kids CHARACTER NAME: Lee Minho, goes by simply “Min” AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 22 | October 25, 1998 PLACE OF BIRTH: Gimpo, South Korea OCCUPATION: Security Guard at Babylon HEIGHT: 5’8” WEIGHT: 120 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: Round scar on the front and back of his left upper arm from a through-and-through bullet wound.

PERSONALITY: To strangers, Min seems cold and untouchable; a quiet figure who sticks to the shadows. He almost seems like a shadow himself, the way he sticks close to the few friends he has. He isn’t one for small talk and is rather snarky by nature, so he can come off as a jerk at times.

However, once you get to know him, he is more sassy and funny than you would have expected. He has a strange sense of humour, often employing self-deprecating or threatening jokes that he can deliver with a very straight face.

HISTORY: [ TW: death, gun violence, blood ]

Lee Minho was born to a struggling single mother. The first ten years of his life were happy, but not exactly easy- marked by tattered hand-me-downs from his slightly older cousins, meager school lunches and a shabby apartment that always seemed to have something wrong with it. But it wasn't so bad. He was very close with his mom, and he would later credit his upbringing for teaching him to be scrappy and resourceful and clever.  Then, his mother met Kwon Wonyoung. They had a whirlwind romance, which essentially meant that one day ten-year-old Min was being introduced to this man who seemed very successful and kind and fun; and within five months, he was the ring bearer at their wedding.  From then on, life was a lot different. They moved into a nice suburban house. Min was enrolled in a private school where he thrived. His mom started working with Wonyoung at his company. For the first time in his life, they were living carefree and comfortably. Min was able to focus on his studies, proudly proclaiming that he wanted to go to business school like his step-dad had.  However, Min did begin to become suspicious as he grew older. Wonyoung's vague company seemed to do business at odd hours, and worked with a lot of cash. Sometimes, people who made his skin crawl came to the house to have hushed conversations with his parents. His mother, who had once been like his best friend, had withdrawn from him- still loving, but distant and distracted. It all seemed very fishy, but he was not sure what to think about it. He did not want to jump to drastic conclusions.

then, one chilly autumn day when he was sixteen, Min came home from a study group to find the front door ajar. He did not even have time to take a step closer before something hard collided with the back of his head and everything went black. When he woke up, he and his parents were tied to their kitchen chairs. Something cold and hard was pressed to his temple. He stayed quiet as his parents and the strangers in their home exchanged words.

“Tell us where the money is, or I’ll blow your son’s head off!”

“We don’t have it! It was… stolen!” Even to him, his father did not sound genuine.

“Awfully nice home for someone who lost everything. Isn’t this kitchen new?”

He saw his parents’ faces blanch, tears streaming down his mother’s face, as the man holding the gun to his head switched the safety off. He grit his teeth, hands gripping the arms of the chair so tight that his knuckles were white. His heart was hammering in his chest, the rush of his blood so loud in his ears that everything else seemed muted.

“Did you really think that you could double-cross the Bang Family and live to tell the tale? You’re not that stupid.”

“P-Please… Please don’t hurt my s-son!” His mother screamed, struggling fruitlessly against her restraints.

He saw a small movement from his periphery. The man’s trigger finger flexing. He clenched his eyes shut— but whatever he had been expecting didn’t come. Just a small, hollow click. The gun was empty. He did not know whether he wanted to laugh or scream.

“I know where the money is.” He heard himself say. It was a lie. He hadn’t even known that there was money— drug money or whatever the hell it was. But he had to do something, and he had always been a good bluff.

Maybe too good.

“That’s a good boy.” The gun lowered, and a rough hand came up to pat his head. And then the other two men in the room raised their weapons and shot his parents in the head.

Min let out a small, strangled cry just as all the lights in the house went out, leaving it pitch black. Even the glow of the moon and streetlights didn’t seem to filter in through the windows. He went to pull against his restraints, but they were suddenly undone, falling away from his limbs easily. He ran in the direction of the front door, his movements somehow soundless. When he reached for the handle, it was right where he thought it was. And then he was out in the yard, scrambling toward the road.

That was when a small group of people came out of no where, rushing past him and shooting at the men who had killed his parents as they stumbled out of the dark house. He stopped in his tracks, turning to watch the men fall dead on the porch. His legs buckled beneath him and he fell to his knees, tears streaking his cheeks. Through blurred vision, he watched a few people go into his house while another approached him and crouched at his side. A warm hand touched his shoulder, a reassuring voice saying something he couldn’t quite process. He just nodded numbly, his eyes still on the front door.

He had been by Vincent’s side ever since. Fiercely loyal to the man who had saved his life, he committed himself to helping take down the people who had ordered the deaths of his family, driven equally by a desire for revenge and a need for justice. He was basically living on borrowed time, so why not become a Dark Angel and make sure that no other families were torn apart like his was?

It took years, but eventually he got to face the people who had had his parents killed. Now an adult with some handle on his strange power over the dark, he felt confident and strong and ready. But things went wrong. One of their own was killed, a girl who had been like a big sister to him. Knelt beside her body, trying to stop the blood flowing from her wounds, he hardly even noticed when Vincent dispatched his parents. Suddenly, seeing them dead didn’t matter to him anymore.

The group drifted apart after that. Min was directionless, listless. He returned home to Gimpo and worked to dismantle another petty drug ring, but it did not feel the same as when he had been part of a group. He felt like he did not have a purpose anymore.

And then Vincent mentioned Mount Phoenix while they were chatting on the phone, an island not far from Incheon that Min had never even heard of. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so useless with Vincent around again- and besides, he still owed the man a life debt.

“Where’s this place? You mind if I crash on your couch for a bit? I’m bored out of my fucking skull.”

PANTHEON: Mayan CHILD OF: Akbul POWERS: Min has the ability to manipulate darkness- summoning it and bend it to his will. Additionally, he can move completely undetected within darkness/shadows. STRENGTHS: Street-smart, sassy, observant, stealthy, loyal. WEAKNESSES: Can come off as rude or aloof, tends to punch first and ask questions later, easily bored, lacks purpose.

#kpop rp #krp #stray kids #lee minho #lee know #mp; welcome

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kissjane · 4 years

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SOME SURPRISE / Not so short story

[So when I started with this list I thought those stories would be about 500 words each. Then after I got a few done I thought, okay, maybe 500 words is not enough for some of these prompts, I’ll just keep them all under 1000 words. Then some stories got a bit longer still and I thought to myself, okay, around 1000 words each, then. Then… Well, this one is over 2000. Sue me.]

#37 from this prompt list.

For everybody who wanted to see Matteo in black leather doing things to David and for everybody who wanted to see jealous David…

We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster/biker

David checked his phone again. He’d been standing in front of the coffee shop for nearly twenty minutes now, waiting for Matteo to show up. It wasn’t that he minded waiting for Matteo - to be honest, he’d wait a lot longer for Matteo - but he was getting a bit worried. He had tried to call Matteo a few minutes ago, but it had gone straight to voice mail.

He supposed a delay of a few minutes was not too bad, though. Matteo probably just got held up in class for some reason.

A smile appeared involuntarily on David’s face, as he thought about the blonde boy he had met a few weeks ago. He didn’t know how on earth they had been studying at the same university for almost two years, knowing a lot of the same people, even being both somewhat involved in the LGBTQ+ group on campus, without ever running into each other earlier - but they finally had been introduced to each other, and they had hit it off immediately. They’d been going on several dates since, and David already knew he really, really liked Matteo.

Matteo was so laid-back and easy-going, compared to David, who was always pushing himself to be the best at everything he tried. Matteo’s nonchalance was refreshing. David also appreciated the other boy’s dry humour, his wry self-deprecation, his sly remarks. He was charmed by Matteo’s cute clumsiness and his quiet thoughtfulness. He liked how Matteo took his time, thought before he spoke, didn’t need to be loud to get his point across. They laughed a lot, hung out doing nothing, letting their inner child out. It just was all very easy with Matteo. And his big, sky-blue eyes didn’t hurt either.

David couldn’t remember if Matteo had class this afternoon, or if he would be coming from home. He peered both ways, trying to see if he could detect a lanky figure in multiple layers of baggy clothes walk up, when a sleek, shiny motorbike turned in to the street. David was impressed by the machine. The driver seemed to control it masterfully, lying flat with the bike in the turn, and revving it up smoothly. David looked at it wistfully. He’d always kinda wanted to learn how to ride a bike. He thought it would be so cool, to just get on and drive away into the sunset, dark and mysterious. As he was watching, the biker parked across the street. David’s eyes wandered from the chrome and metal to the rider, who turned off the engine and got off in a graceful movement, their leg swinging high. David stared at the slender figure in tight-fitting leather, moving like in a carefully orchestrated choreography. He noticed the strong legs, the curves of the calves, the way the black fabric hugged the biker’s thighs. He kept looking as they bent over to take something out of the saddlebag, and he blushed as he noticed their ass. A tiny flash of guilt crept up on him - it was probably not very appropriate to stare at some hot biker while he was waiting for his date - but it wasn’t strong enough to make him turn away his eyes from the delectable sight in front of him.

It just - it did things to him, okay? He felt his breathing go slightly shallow and a blush taint his cheeks as he watched. The person across the street was effortlessly sexy. It seemed a bunch of girls agreed with David, as they stopped right next to the mysterious biker, and preened, smiling coquettishly, unconsciously adjusting their tops, their hair, their earrings.

The biker then stood up, his back to David, and took off his helmet. He shook his head, and slid a gloved hand through his tousled blonde locks. David smiled. He did have a thing for blonde men, remembering how Matteo often made a similar gesture with his hand to move his hair out of his eyes.

The girls started giggling, a few of them bravely saying something to the man, moving closer. One of them put a small hand on the guy’s upper arm, and suddenly David felt a pang of jealousy. He wished he could ever be that confident, to just walk up to a hot guy and let him know he was interested.

Then the guy turned around, looked straight at David, and smiled.

David felt his heart skip a beat - make that a couple of beats - before it started drumming hard and fast in his throat.

The girls kept throwing simpering looks at the leather-clad man, smiling, winking, circling around him – and David couldn’t do anything but watch in horror. He felt bile rise in his throat as he saw the guy’s lips moving, saying something to the girls, which made several of them blush fervently. He wanted to run over there, push each and every one away, and stake his claim.

Before he could move, however, the man made his way towards David.

The girls stared unapologetically, and David couldn’t even blame them. It was a very, very nice view.

“Hi,” the blonde boy softly said, leaning against the wall next to David. “Sorry I’m late.”

David blinked, his mouth open in confusion, staring at the hot body in form-fitting leather, then slowly moving his gaze up to the softest blue eyes he had ever seen.

Matteo shifted, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“Uh,” he started, his voice uncertain, “Is everything okay? You’re not mad, are you? I was visiting my mom and I should have left a bit earlier, I’m sorry…”

“You ride a bike,” David blurted out unceremoniously.

“Uh, yeah,” Matteo replied timidly after a short pause. “It used to be my dad’s. He wanted me to learn how to ride it, like a real man or something.” He huffed humourlessly. “My father isn’t really happy about me being gay, to put it mildly. Anyway, it comes in handy sometimes, but I don’t use it often.”

“Why not?”, David asked, his eyes alternating between the motorcycle across the street and Matteo looking all dangerous. “It seems those girls think it suits you.”

They both looked over, where the girls still hung out, occasionally throwing a come-hither look at Matteo. The latter shrugged, visibly embarrassed.

“Oh, uh, yeah, that happens sometimes. They seem to think it’s hot, or something…” His voice trailed off, and he shrunk into himself slightly, a blush on his pale cheeks, clearly self-conscious.

“No kidding,” David muttered, rolling his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing.” David collected himself. Matteo looking so ill at ease reminded him he was still the cute, fun boy David had been hanging out with, although the exterior seemed to have morphed into someone else entirely. “Come on, let’s go get coffee.”

Matteo smiled, and they went in together. David glanced over his shoulder at the girls, who seemed to realize they wouldn’t get to talk more to Matteo any time soon, and continued on their way. Good riddance, David thought possessively, as he put his hand on Matteo’s biceps as the girl had done earlier. If Matteo thought it was strange, he didn’t show it.

However, David’s torture wasn’t over yet. The barista, a cute brunette with glasses, started twirling her hair around her finger when Matteo walked up to the counter to order, and her voice was too high-pitched to be natural when she asked him for his name.

“Oh, Matteo,” she tittered. “Are you Italian? How interesting!”

Matteo replied slowly, “Half. Uhm, David, what do you want?”

The brunette glared at David, but took his order nevertheless. David shepherded Matteo to a table, touching him as he did so. He was painfully aware that more than one head turned as Matteo passed through the crowded space to the nearest free table. It was time all these girls realized who Matteo was on a date with, David thought grumpily.

They sat down, and Matteo smiled at him again, and David melted. He never realized before how gorgeous Matteo looked like this, a sort of half smile, half smirk around beautiful lips, his blue eyes sparkling like the sea on a summer day, with sunlight reflecting off of it, his hair falling over his face, his cheeks all rosy. He wanted to take a picture of it, to look at late at night when he couldn’t sleep. Suddenly he craved more - he wanted to ask Matteo to make things official, to be his boyfriend, to ask for permission to kiss him senseless.

But then the cashier called out that their drinks were ready, and David hastily got up. He didn’t want anybody else to have a chance at flirting with Matteo. He brought the drink over, and it seemed like another crisis was averted, until he noticed the phone number on Matteo’s cup. Matteo saw it too, at the exact same moment, and they both stared at the innocent numbers in black sharpie.

“Seriously?”, David hissed. He never knew he was the jealous type, but right now, he wanted to claw out the girl’s eyes.

Matteo looked up, and the smile had disappeared, as had the joy in his eyes.

“Uh, sorry about that,” he mumbled, but David was fed up with the whole business.

“What are you apologizing for? It’s not your fault every girl in town is trying to flirt with you, is it?”

Matteo recoiled from the anger radiating from David, and he immediately felt bad. It really wasn’t Matteo’s fault, and David shouldn’t take it out on him, but he felt like the situation was slipping out of his grasp. He could rip the head off anybody who as much as breathed in Matteo’s direction. Matteo was here with him, to hell with everybody else.

“It’s just that, maybe, if you were trying to get phone numbers from random girls, you could do it at some other time. You know, when you’re not on a date with me.”

Matteo’s mouth dropped.

“What? I’m not trying to get any phone numbers! And definitely not from some random girls! I’m gay, remember?”

“Yeah, well,” David murmured, somewhat chastised by Matteo’s outburst. “I’m sure you could get some boys to throw themselves at your feet, too.”

Matteo gaped at him.

“I wouldn’t be interested in any of them, either,” he said, quietly but calmly, and with such determination and conviction that it threw David for a loop.

Matteo was looking at him, unblinking, his coffee forgotten on the table between them.

“Why not?”, David finally whispered, after a long silence in which neither of them moved.

“I’m already here with the guy I want to be with,” came the reply, stead-fast.

David swallowed, as the envy coursing through him died a swift and painless death.

“But, Matteo,” he hedged, “you could get anybody…”

“Stop,” Matteo interrupted, “just stop right there. First of all, this,” he gestured at the black leather, his helmet resting on the chair next to him, “this is not who I am. Yeah, some people think it’s cool, and they want to flirt a bit with a badass biker, but I am the furthest from that anybody could ever be. You liked me when I was stupid and stubborn. You liked me when I sent you silly memes. You didn't care that I was nervous and gawky and lazy and looked like a bum in my sweatpants and thrift shop jumpers.”

David tried to protest, but Matteo put a finger against his lips. The intimate contact made the hair on David’s neck rise, and a delicious shiver ran down his spine.

“And secondly…”

He stopped himself, suddenly looking down at the table, removing his finger from David’s mouth. David immediately mourned the loss of it.

“Secondly?”, he asked breathlessly.

“And secondly,” Matteo mumbled to the green Formica tabletop, “secondly, I don’t want anybody else. You are so cool, David, and you don’t even see it. You are so talented and smart and you would walk to the end of the earth to reach your goals. And you’re pretty hot, too,” he finished, a bit bashfully, looking up at David from under his eyelashes.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” David said, trying to make it sound like a joke, but instead it came out as total and utter admiration. Matteo laughed, anyway.

They sat for a long beat, looking at each other, a tentative smile on their faces.

David imagined riding home with Matteo later, his arms tight around Matteo’s waist, his body plastered to Matteo’s back. It made him feel warm and fuzzy with excitement.

“Uhm, does this – does this mean we’re, like, together? I mean, are we boyfriends now?”, David finally asked.

Matteo nodded.

“I would like that, if you would like it too.”

Their smiles grew a bit bigger, as David hummed affirmatively.

“Can I make that fact clear to everybody who might be thinking of slipping you their number too?”, he then inquired.

Matteo looked confused, but nodded hesitatingly nevertheless, and David leaned in.

Their kiss was explosive, and should make it abundantly clear to everybody in the room that Matteo was not going to call any other phone number any time soon.

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saeyoungs-sunflower · 4 years

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Matchup for @nad-zeta! (Milestone Celebration)

Zeta, my sweet sweet Zeta, here’s your matchup! You have been such an angel, both in your patience and your general loveliness.💛 I’m sorry it took a little longer than expected, but I hope it was worth the wait! It’s pretty long (~3000 words lolllll) so it’s all under the cut. Sorry, I got carried away! :’) xx

So, without further ado, based on the information you gave me I matched you with...

Saeyoung!

take care of my bby pls

I feel like I need to say that I kept going back and forth between him and Zen. Zen was a VERY close second, so I kinda half match you up with him too. That being said, there were some things you mentioned that made me lean more towards Saeyoung, which will be explained below :))

Reasoning & General Headcanons!

“🥰 i am a aries, infp, ravenclaw female 🦊”

An Aries you say...?

Need I say more? Absolute chaotic duo. The energy is buzzing, and the people you hang out are always amused by your shenanigans.

As an INFP, you are caring, loyal, and sensitive, which are traits that I believe Saeyoung would benefit from in a partner. He also hides his true emotions well, so someone with your personality type would be able to pick up on the signs that he is feeling low, even if he tries to hide it. Your loyalty and devotion also helps him feel secure, which considering everything he’s been through, is something I feel he would struggle with, particularly in the early stages of a relationship.

On the flip side, Saeyoung is also incredibly loyal. And whilst he does joke around and tease, he knows how sensitive topics and comments can affect someone, so he is never careless, especially since (as an INFP) you often take things to heart. As a team, you work well together because you view the world slightly differently. You’re an idealist, whereas he’s a realist; you focus on the big picture, whereas he has an incredible attention to detail. This is really helpful in difficult conversations, big decisions, plans for the future etc, because whilst your opinions may differ, you offer the other a different side of the story. You get the best of both worlds!

I don’t know my Harry Potter houses very well, but from my memory and a quick Google search, Ravenclaws value knowledge and are wise, intelligent and witty. Sounds familiar? ;) i mean wise is debatable lol. Your conversations are sooo interesting and natural, because you’re both very intelligent in many ways.

“i am pretty shy and difficult to get to know (apparently it took me 2 months to start opening up to my friends, ooops), i tend to bottle up my emotions, my friends would likely describe me as incredibly stubborn, gentle, kind, over dramatic, goofy and fun loving. I am pretty aloof and blunt, like i will 9/10 times tell you to your face how if feel about you if you ask 🙈once u are part of my inner circle i am playful, teasing, i am an extremely sarcastic person that makes snarky remarks under my breath and my kind of humor is a bit of dark and self deprecating.”

Okay, this was one of the key things that made me match you with Saeyoung. A huge reason why I love Saeyoung so much is that there is a high level of comfort in a relationship with him. By that I mean that he is so open and fun that there is literally zero judgment. Judgment is such a foreign concept to him in this kind of situation. He makes you so comfortable that it’s so easy to be yourself around him, and it doesn’t take long for him to get to know you.

GIRL HE’S THE SAME. The king of bottling up his emotions. This means that y’all know when something is up, you can see the signs. You are understanding of each other, so discussions happen and actions are put into place before things become too much.

Saeyoung sometimes just needs to be told when he’s being a lil prick. You are kind and gentle when he needs it, but also can be blunt with him when it gets silly. I mean, if MC was like you towards the end of his route, we would have got through the whole “i’M tOo dAnGeRoUs gEt aWaY” thing SO much more quickly.

Once you’re comfy with him, you become an absolutely unstoppable force. When he teases you, you tease him back. When he’s being playful, you’re his partner in crime. Y’all are so goofy. Your life is full of laughs and joy with Saeyoung.

Sarcastic comments, dark humour and self-deprecating jokes? Yep that’s also very Saeyoung. Sometimes you two have to reel it in a bit when you’re hanging out with others because YOU’RE OUT OF CONTROL TOGETHER.

“I love my friends and family and will fight anyone who threatens them, although when it comes to me, you can do or say anything to me and i wont do anything (I honestly can't stand up for myself).”

IT’S LIKE HE’S LOOKING IN A MIRROR. Seriously though, he knows the importance of self worth because he knows, firsthand, the damage that can be done when you don’t value yourself and your wellbeing. He makes it his mission to help you see how worthy you are of respect and give you confidence to stand up for yourself. Even if you won’t do it for yourself, he’ll stand up for you. He cares too much about his loved ones to let them be treated wrongly.

He feels how much you love him and your other friends/family which makes him feel so secure, and he also has a phenomenal amount of love in his heart to give and he ain’t afraid to do so.

“I swear like a sailor although I am trying to get that under control, however the road rage is real.”

Finds your road rage and swearing SO amusing. Constantly teasing you about it and winding you up, but it’s all in good fun.

Absolutely has a swear jar for you. No doubt about it.

“You’ve corrupted my good, Catholic ears.” “Saeyoung shut the fuck up.”

“I love nature and animals (i love my lil bunnies and dogs), i love working out/going to the gym #gym is life”

I mean, we know he adores cats, and I imagine he loves other animals too.

I also imagine he loves camping, and I don’t even know why. He just gives me camping vibes. Weekends away spent in nature, sleeping in a tent and sitting round a fire in the evenings are pretty common for you.

I know this is ~controversial~ topic in the fandom, but I am of the opinion that Saeyoung also works out.

Do I think he’s completely ripped? No, probably not. But he’s strong, lean at the very least. Even Jaehee admits it! He makes working out so much fun and it’s always a bit of a laugh.

“i enjoy cooking (i am now officially a chef), wine tasting (fancy way of saying getting very tipsy of different wines most nights), spending time with friends (especially if there is tea to be spilt) although i do need lots of alone time to recharge my social battery”

The first time he tasted your food, he almost cried. Poor boi lived off eating crisps and soda for God knows how long.

“Wait, you’re not meant to constantly feel like you're gonna throw up? Food is meant to have...flavour???”

Help him

Saeyoung is pretty social, but also needs time to recharge like you, though he can go a bit longer than you and doesn’t easily get drained by social interactions. This may seem like a problem when you spend time with friends, but it’s actually such a blessing. If you’re feeling exhausted when socialising, he knows and will “take the wheel” if you will. There’s nothing worse than trying to keep a conversation going or seeming upbeat when you literally don’t have the energy, so Saeyoung is there to help you out. He’s also super good at politely and subtly taking you out of those situations if you are super drained and need to recharge.

He’s also such a gossip so if you got tea to spill he’s ready to hear it, and you know he ALWAYS has tea to spill. Sneaky man

“i like conspiracies, reading, writing (Fanfics and im busy with my Masters in nutrition >“<), rom coms, and sleeping. As much as i love spending time outdoor i also enjoy lazing around the house being a lazy potato.”

Discussions about conspiracies over dinner lol. He is in possession of some...top secret information, so those conversations are very interesting and eye opening ;)

He LOVES to read your writing. It literally doesn’t matter what it’s about, he finds it truly fascinating. It’s a little glimpse into who you are, and it’s something you created!!! By yourself!!!! HE LOVES THAT. Always impressed with what you write, every time. He’s so proud.

ROM COMS WHILST CUDDLING ON THE COUCH

He’s a cryer, he loves rom coms.

He works super hard, so he’s always down to have a lazy day with you!!

“I definitely zone out and daydream all the freaken time and tend to blush easily which i hate 🙈 i definitely dont like crowds and loud sounds (ie you will never find me in a club). I am a picky eater despite my degree in cooking (i basically only eat candy, carbs and protein)”

He. loves. Making. You. blush. I’m sorry, but it’s one of his favourite things. He thinks it’s so adorable, so prepare for all the teasing, lewd jokes and general flirtiness that’ll get your cheeks burning ;)

He’s not keen on crowds either, so that’s not a problem!! I imagine he occasionally goes on night’s out with the bois (and by bois I mean usually just Zen and Yoosung LOL) but he’s not often out until super late, and he’s super respectful of you. Would never ask you to do something or go somewhere that makes you uncomfortable.

“i love cuddles although i look like someone that wouldn’t. Ive been told i come across as calm and confident, while in truth on the inside i am really scared and insecure. I am incredibly awkward when it comes to boys and have been told my sarcastic comments are x100 when i talk to them (oops).”

CUDDLE MONSTER. I actually think he’s the biggest cuddler in the RFA. Controversial I know, but damn Saeyoung loves a cuddle. He’s a spontaneous cuddler. Like it doesn’t matter what the situation is, if you need a cuddle or he just fancies one, he’ll find a way.

He sees right through your calmness and confidence, because he’s exactly the same. This puts him in the perfect position to reassure you and lift you up. He’s a great hype man!

He finds your awkwardness adorable, and your sarcastic comments just make him love you even more! He has a good sense of humour and doesn’t take things too seriously if they don’t need to be, so he’s constantly laughing with you and easing your mind in the very early stages of your relationship.

“I am very go with the flow, and i never burn my bridges 🙈 i am very forgive and forget🦊, like no matter how badly you hurt me.”

Based on what happens on his route, it’s very handy that you are a forgiving person hahah

But again, if Saeyoung thinks you are being treated wrongly and being hurt, he will stand up for you.

His dedication to protecting the ones he loves is STRONG. I mean, look at his relationship with Saeran and the way he is constantly looking out for you in ALL routes.

Of course, he won’t say or do anything to that person if that makes you uncomfortable. Instead, he will constantly reassure you of your self-worth and remind you that you deserve better, but will also support the decisions you make.

If you want to forgive and forget, he will respect that, even if he thinks differently.

“What am i looking for in a potential partner?.... well i definitely think i need someone that could bring me out my shell initially, also someone who isn't too sensitive cause like i said i can be super sarcastic and my jokes kinda match that (like in my family we show out affection for each other via playful insults and savage comments)😂😂”

As I stated above, I think Saeyoung is the best person to help bring you out of your shell. There’s no judgment and no shame with this man.

I find that someone being unapologetically themself is SO contagious, and Saeyoung is exactly that - unapologetically himself.

We’ve all seen his humour, he doesn’t seem to be particularly sensitive either so you’re all good there hahaha. Obviously everyone does have their limits, so whilst their are topics/jokes that would probably make him uncomfortable (e.g. stuff relating to Saeran), overall, he’s chill and ALWAYS ready to joke around with you.

The roast battle is so real with you two LOL

“i kinda want someone stable, hard working, decisive, ambitious and who can push me out of my confort zone and vice versa.🦋”

He goofs around, but there’s no denying that this man works HARD.

Once he leaves the agency and starts his new life with you, I can imagine him being super ambitious and also aiming for stability.

His life before had been so restrictive yet so uncertain. He had to do what he was told, but never knew what was just around the corner.

This makes me think that he would crave the stability and certainty that he never had (a ‘normal’ life, if you will), but also he’d want to try so many things that he hadn’t before. He strikes me as a ‘go big or go home’ kinda guy, so I think it’s safe to say that he would be ambitious in many ways.

The only thing I don’t think he ticks the box on is decisiveness, at least not at the beginning. I think he usually knows what he wants, but rarely acts on that.

“It’s up to you”, “whatever you want” and “I don’t mind” are very common phrases for him lol. I think he would learn to be more decisive once he gets comfortable. I also think he has his moments of assertiveness though, when he’s in the right mood.

“Also someone who is family oriented and loving (someone that can cuddle me when im having a bad day)☺ and someone who can make me laugh, cause i love joking around so i kinda think i need someone who could match that🌻”

SAEYOUNG. IS. SUCH. A. FAMILY. MAN.

Again, look at what he’s done for Saeran and how deeply he cares for and loves him. A ‘normal’ family was something that was absent in his life, so when he has his own family (whether that be a found family or one he made) he would cherish that so strongly, maybe more than most.

SAEYOUNG. IS. A. CUDDLE. MONSTER.

He could be working at his desk and suddenly think “you know what? It’s snuggle time” and then he would search the house for you to give you The Snuggle™

Again, he’s also VERY observant and his attention to detail is impeccable, so he can instantly tell if you’re having a bad day and will act accordingly - aka SNUGGLE TIME

I mean, need I say more? If you want someone who makes you laugh, Saeyoung is the guy. There is never a dull day when he’s around, and the house is always filled with laughter!

So yeah....that’s my reasoning :’)) now onto your very own drabble!! This is all yours, so if there’s anything you’d like me to change or add, PLEASE let me know!! I’m more than happy to edit anything to make it more personalised for you, just shoot me a message and I’ll be on it, same goes for anything I’ve said above!!🥰

Drabble!

“Saeyoung! Can you come here a second?”

You called out to him from the kitchen, stirring from a pot whilst its contents quietly bubbled away. You could hear the music blaring from his headphones all the way from the other room, with the occasional hum or drum on his desk. Evidently, he hadn’t heard you.

“SAEYOUNG CHOI GET YOUR FINE ASS IN HERE.”

The music ceased, followed by rapid pattering as he darted into the room, nearly skidding round the doorway.

“I heard ‘fine ass’ and here I am,” he smirked, sauntering over to you and snaking his strong, secure arms around your middle. He swayed you from side to side, planting a wet kiss on your cheek, much to your dismay. Saeyoung merely chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder, “What do you need, witch lady?”

“Why ‘witch lady’?”

“Well, whatever you’re cooking is giving me witchy vibes. It looks like a potion in a cauldron. Look at you with your double double toil and trouble-OW! Don’t pinch me!”

“Sorry, it’s a witch thing,” you winked, spinning around in his grip so you were face-to-face. “You sure you’re not the witch? You do have the nose for it.”

“I’ve also got the dress and hat in the attic, shall I go put it on?”

“Try this for me first.” You held the wooden spoon out to him as he took a sip, chuckling at the way his brows furrowed in thought.

He smacked his lips a few times, hummed then finally looked back to you, “It’s good.”

“That’s it? That’s all you got?”

“You do realise that my taste buds have essentially been burned off by chips and soda, right? I have no idea if something’s bad or not.”

“You’re right. I should call Jumin.”

“You can’t,” he informed, his smirk growing ever wider as he moved towards the snack cupboard, “Mr Han has a date tonight.”

The spoon clattered against the counter, your mouth agape, “You’re shitting me.”

“That’s another coin in the swear jar.” Saeyoung chucked a packet of candy in your direction, though it only hit you in the face before falling unceremoniously onto the kitchen floor, “I think we need to get your reflexes checked, babe.”

“Tell me everything.”

He took a seat on a breakfast stool and chortled as you leaned over the counter, eyes showing your eagerness to hear the gossip. And he was more than happy to provide, “He appears to be really into her. Like, really into her. She seems to just get him, you know? I could hear his smile down the phone when he told me about her earlier.”

“Earlier? Why are you only just telling me this now?!”

“Do you wanna hear the rest of it or not?”

Huffing, you perched on the seat next to him, stealing a piece of his candy despite his look of horror, “Okay, well where did he meet such a woman?”

“You’re never gonna believe it.”

“Try me.”

Saeyoung was enjoying himself far too much. He couldn’t wait another moment to witness your reaction, “She’s Zen’s co-star.”

“NO.”

“YES.”

The tea had been spilt, and things were about to get very interesting within the RFA.

Your eyes were glued to his as he continued to disclose the details. At some point you had wrapped your arm around his, his other hand encompassing yours. He abruptly stopped halfway through describing the first encounter, causing you to quirk an eyebrow impatiently, “What?”

“Do you smell burning?”

“...Fuck.”

“And another one for the swear jar.”

@nad-zeta there we go my love, I hope you enjoyed your matchup!! I am so grateful for your support, it never fails to make me smile when I see you pop up in my notifs. You are beautiful, kind, bright person and you deserve the world. Thank you again for all you’ve done and all you do💛💛 Take care of yourself, my friend! xxx

(Note for other readers: I usually don’t do matchups, this was for a special occasion! I doubt I’ll open up requests for them later on, but never say never!)

#sunny's 500 milestone #matchup #nad-zeta #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger

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smalltowndetective · 3 years

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25-28 for whichever detective you want to talk about most!!! hopefully that’s not too many hehe (ily and your writing SO MUCH OMG 💕✨💖🥺)

Hi! :) Thank you for asking! ❤ (And I’ve been somewhat down on my writing lately, it means so much to me you have no idea)

Your writing is amazing! I always love reading it! ❤❤❤

But I’ve been looked at these for a while, trying to figure out who to answer for. And well, since I can’t choose, I’ll just do all four! (And put my answers under the cut because my answers, as always, get very long)

My detectives- Thea Holland (Felix), Natasha Trexler (Adam), Pearl Reid (Nate), and Mariana “Mari” Gonzales (Mason)

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

Thea Holland (Felix)- Thea is not a fan of overly crude humor, nor anything that may seem to tear anyone else down, favoring quick wit over anything else. Anything with the slightest bit of word play is normally something that she would find funny, and it is something that she also has in her own sense of humor. Of all my detectives, Thea is probably the best at laughing at herself, being able to push down her embarrassment and always keep a quite good sense of humor about it. Now, as far as her being funny herself, she doesn’t normally make jokes at all, that not being her first instinct when meeting with and talking with others, but there are moments where she’ll say something more bold then she normally would, and it still makes the team a bit stunned even after all of this time together. And while you may not see this side of her much, it is there, and the team will likely see more and more of the more humorous side of her (I would say that Felix is also good at pulling that side of her as well haha!)

Natasha Trexler (Adam)- Natasha is not really the type to make jokes at all. She’s a bit too stoic for that, preferring to appear as serious and professional as possible. Now, she does find Felix’s jokes quite funny, but she’ll never actually admit that aloud, normally just rolling her eyes at them. She appreciates them a lot, and even if it is not the way that she would handle herself, she likes them a lot. It’s harder to define her own sense of humor. Natasha takes herself far too seriously (which some of my other detectives would find hilarious at the way that she does so haha) But something that she really finds funny? Normally dryer, satirical humor. A lot of things along these lines she thinks, but would never actually say. However, and I’m totally going to start gushing about late relationship Natasha and Adam because the idea of it is all that is keeping me through all the angst haha. Around Adam, she doesn’t feel like she has to hold all of those back anymore, and since I would say they share similar senses of humor, it’s really kind of sweet.

Pearl Reid (Nate)- Pearl well, is my, as the secretary at the hospital in Book 1 said “a detective with sarcasm”, and well, that’s definitely true. She loves making jokes just about everything, they almost seeming to flood out of her at all times, and while she’ll normally lead to sarcasm, she has a great sense of humor about herself, and always loves to joke about anything. And well, since her humor is often based on my own stupid sense of humor, I think she’s quite funny. (And, even with Adam at the receiving end of a lot of it, Pearl always somehow ends up with the highest amount of friendship points with him, which is always so funny to me. I think it’s her workaholic nature? Not sure, but I love the dynamic haha) Now, this is going to get sadder then the others will, but kind of the same way that Nate does, she has the tendency to deflect, and her humor is her way of doing it. It’s the way that she tries to seem like she’s doing okay, even though she has a lot of parts of herself that she is never sure quite how to deal with. But Nate makes her want to open up that part of herself like no one she has known, and slowly, she has started to do so, hoping that she more she share about herself, things she is personally uncomfortable with, he’ll feel like he can come to her when he’s ready.

Mariana “Mari” Gonzales- Mari and Mason have the same sense of humor, so if that doesn’t tell you anything, I don’t know what does haha. Which, I suppose, is something that drew her to him the first time they met in her office. (With that whole “Charmed” “You shouldn’t be”) Mari would have probably answered the same way, and it was something that she appreciated, and was something that made her want her want to learn more about the brooding man in her office. She normally has a pretty good sense of humor about everything, and it can get into self-deprecating occasionally, which I’m not sure how the rest of the team sees it haha. Just like Pearl, she is makes fun of Adam constantly, but he is not her best friend in the Unit. (That honor goes to Nate haha, who surprisingly, I find compliment her more brash ways pretty well. N friendships with M detectives if really where it is at) And now if she is funny herself, just in a different way then the others, and will always take that moment, even if the situation doesn’t exactly warrant it. (Like the beginning of the Book 3 demo haha!)

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

Thea- Thea very much wears her heart on her sleeve, and so this goes for her feelings as well. If she’s happy, you’ll know. She might say much to anyone about it without being prompted, but she makes not effort to hide how she is feeling. (Just as Tina how Thea has been since Felix and the rest of the team came back to Wayhaven ha!) And if you give her the okay to share what’s making her happy with her, she’ll slowly, almost unsurely, start talking about it. (She’s been a few situations which have left her with the belief that no one wants to hear about herself, even though she’ll always encourage people to talk about what’s on their mind with her) But that bright gentle smile is the biggest hint to how happy she is, almost making the whole room seem brighter. Thea also hums to herself when she doing work, especially if there is no music in the background, it filling the otherwise quiet. She doesn’t like overly noisy places, but the small hints of a melody is always something that she enjoys. And with Felix and her becoming an official couple, that smile has not fully disappeared from her face since then. At times, it doesn’t feel real to her, perhaps all a dream, but it something that she will treasure and protect forever.

Natasha- In the complete opposite to Thea, Natasha does not wear her feelings openly at, and at first glance, it can be hard to tell if she has more moods then slightly annoyed and strict professionalism. After a disastrous breakup with Bobby, she became even more closed off, keeping everyone at harms length, and the way that she rationalized that she wouldn’t get hurt again was to never let herself be open to anyone. This includes her positive emotions as well, so she normally never lets herself openly be happy at all. The smallest hint of this, which is something that Adam is figuring out, if that small smile, not showing any teeth smile, a smile that is only directed to him. I don’t even know how much she’s aware that she does this, but it is something that Adam has definitely noticed. And on the topic of Adam angst, Natasha was happier then she had ever been in at least years, if not her entire life, at the night at the carnival, gently letting Adam hold her hand if he wanted to. And for the first time in forever, she made no effort to hide how happy she was. (And for course, once everything went back to how it was before with Adam, this destroyed her. She had finally let herself open slightly to him, so for him to just take 10 steps back afterward hurt her deeply, but she’ll never admit that, treating it as professionally as she can)

Pearl- Pearl gets very talkative when she’s happy, and will gladly talk your ear off if you let her haha. She’s a storyteller at heart, and loves to be able to take people through what happened, and then to hear what’s going on with them that’s good, even with the smallest littler things. There is almost a spring in her step when she’s in high spirits. (which she spends a good portion of Book 2 in haha!) One thing that I do want to write at some point is just her realization that she and Nate are dating now at the end of Book 2, perhaps after she gets back to her apartment, and just the true happiness that fills her (And with the promise of angst in the N route, Pearl deserves some happiness before all of that comes down haha!) Pearl does plenty of hiding parts of herself, but happiness is not one of them, and once she is, she makes it her mission to make everyone else smile as well, with all of the jokes that she can muster. :)

Mari- Mari is a harder one to tell in this regard. She normally keeps everything, with a very easygoing look to things, just “it is what it is” kind of outlook to life. (The only time she’ll be stubborn is with Adam ha!) Another thing that makes this harder, is all out of what is making her happy recently is things that she doesn’t understand why she feels this way. Mari had gotten in a “relationship” with Mason with the intent of it being a fling and absolutely nothing more, but then there are softer moments between them? And they make her happy? She isn’t quite sure what to do with all exactly, not thinking it would ever end up in this way, so it is a bit harder to tell for her. It’s happiness, and also confusion, and it is just this mix of emotions that I absolutely love. But with everything else besides romantic relationships? Tina is very much Mari’s soul sister, so if something good happens, she’s the first person she messages, and the two of them could end up talking for hours. I know that there is big talk of Unit Bravo and the detective being a found family (which I adore don’t get me wrong), but the reason why Mari is still in Wayhaven in the first place, even though she likes the city more is because of the family-ish vibes she has with Tina. With a sour relationship with her mother, she has never really had that before, and so it means a lot to her. (And of all my detectives, she’s probably the quickest to adopt Bravo as the same, Thea a close second)

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Thea- Unlike happiness, sadness is something that she tries desperately to hide, though people seem to know how she’s feeling anyway. Of all my detectives, Thea cares the most about what people think about her, so even with her best efforts they don’t, this is something that really makes her upset. (Trying to wait to talk about her fears to the next question haha) Thea does have a lot of guilt about everything that has happened in Wayhaven, from being unable to stop Murphy before Garrett Hayes’s murder, to Sanja’s death and beyond. These failures haunt her, and it is something that she can’t quite shake. I do think that she cries quite regularly about it, but is is all hidden, believing that not anyone would want to have to deal with her like that. The only person who’ll she cry openly in front of? Felix. Like in the end of Book 2. Even with the whisper in her head that she’s just annoying him and he has no reason to care about this at all, she let herself do it anyway, and his comfort was enough. (And now, I’ve made myself sad) But, I on the topic on what she is like sad, she’s quieter then normal, barely speaking at all, her smiles very obviously masking. But she doesn’t want to drag anyone down with her own feelings, so she’ll do her best to move forward with it anyway, as much as it hurts.

Natasha- Natasha keeps sadness just as tightly locked as her feelings for happiness. She is still deeply affected by her breakup with Bobby, but you’ll never know this. It takes so much for her to trust someone, and to have that thrown to the side, well, she’s had trouble trusting that others won’t do the same to her since. Now, back onto that night at the carnival. While we do not know much anything about the immediate aftermath of hand holding/shoulder lean, what I have for now is that the next day, when she found out that Adam had just pushed two of the further apart. She had to take a minute to be alone, where a few tears probably feel, but she put herself back into the “I have to keep my composure” mood pretty quickly, not daring to ever let anyone know how much it affected her. A second thought went through her head next, which was “If he wants to make this a professional relationship, fine. He can have it this way” And even though I don’t think this happens in the actual book, Natasha started reverting back to using Commanding Agent instead of his name, which she was starting to use more of, but he quite literally ruined that with one fell swoop. And how she is when she is sad, if you do try to talk to her, her tone come across as very sharp and harsh without really meaning to, it her own protection mechanism to hide just how hurt she is.

Pearl- Pearl does everything that she can to avoid being sad, more for the people around her. She has gone through many periods of self doubt and personal struggles, which never fail to bring her back to a darker place, but she pushes forward anyway, hoping that the future will be just as bright as she is hoping it is. She is more likely to cry out of frustration, pretty openly as well, then out of sadness. (which I feel like might happen more and more with how the future books are looking haha!) Sadness in others always kind of makes her panic, and she always rushes to try and fix it, sometimes not being very successful at all, but she does try her best in that regard. When she is sad, it is not the most obvious thing, but there is almost a catch in her voice in her normal tongue and cheek comments, her smile not as wide, and while it is something that many people would overlook, Nate definitely notices. Pearl did save Sanja over Nate, and Nate ending up the way that he did is something that won’t quite leave her alone. She has already decided that if she has to do something like this again, she’s going to save Nate. She knows it’s selfish, but she isn’t sure if she could go through that panic again.

Mari- Mari is especially hard to tell when she is feeling down at all, the only people really able to tell are Tina and (just starting to) Mason. She doesn’t really talk about the things that bother her all that much, preferring to hide it all instead of actually doing something about it. One thing that makes her sad is her relationship with her mother, as angry as she is about her being absent during her childhood. She wishes it didn’t have to be the way that it is now, and as much as her sudden involvement does not make up for anything, she is open (as of the Book 3 demo) to finally maybe work on that relationship. She knows that they’ll never be very close, but it is a step not to attack her every time she shows concern to her. Mari very rarely cries, even with things that truly affect her, but on the very rare occasion that she is, her fears of looking vulnerable fall away, and it doesn’t matter just how many people see. (Again, very rare circumstances) When she is sad, she normally has her eyes most downcast then normal, avoiding eye contact, which unless you know her very well, this will not come off as anything weird, especially with her sharp words.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

Thea- Well for Thea, it is pretty much tied for rejection and loss, the two kind of working together. She has been in situations in which the other person didn’t share her feelings, and she is terrified of this happening again with Felix, doing or saying something stupid that would push him away. With all of her Murphy nightmares, being quite traumatized by what happened, the nightmare that scares her the most is just everything being gone between them, as if it never happened. And one thing that does replay in her nightmares about Murphy is being dragged away while Felix stayed unmoving on the ground. She is so scared of losing him, in death and in the relationship sense. (That “I’m scared of losing you too” line in the demo? Just wow, the amount spoken for Thea in that line) Her fears of loss and rejection also directly tie into her relationship with her mother. Thea did everything she could to keep that relationship strong, it being very one sided in that aspect, because as a child and even now, she feared that if she did not, her mother would leave and never come back, and she’ll be alone. It was one of the reasons why she did so well in school, because she thought that if she was a good child, she wouldn’t leave her behind. And well, some missions do tend to freak her out as well. (She was very on edge with that whole talk with Falk). When she is scared, Thea normally tries to put on a brave face, making sure everyone else is okay and putting others before herself, but the uncertain look in her eyes and the slight trembling in her voice is enough to show how she is truly feeling.

Natasha- Natasha’s biggest fear is the loss of control in her life. (This ties into her fear of the ocean, it being way too vast and unpredictable) She is a planner, she makes schedules, she follows them to a T, keeping her on track. She had the next few years planned out when she became a detective of all the things that she wanted to do to help the town, only to have her mother and Unit Bravo burn them as soon as they walked into her office in Book 1. She was so used to how her life was, and now with the supernatural, it is making her more and more anxious with the fact that she’ll never get her life back. And at the second that she thought she had so much control over her feelings, Adam goes and throws a wrench it that. As more and more things continue to pile up, it is getting harder and harder for her to take, both with the supernatural and the whole thing with Adam. (She is scared of not being able to figure out what is going with Adam until it is too late to say anything, but she’ll never admit that) When she is scared, kind of like what happened with Murphy, she goes completely silent, not trusting herself to say anything, and even if she wanted to, her tongue feeling swollen in her mouth anyway. And with the newest trouble that has come to Wayhaven in Book 3, these feelings of losing control are only going to increase, and she might have to face that her life will never be back to her carefully kept plans again.

Pearl- Pearl’s biggest fear is being alone. Not so much in a romantic sense (though this can be applied as well, especially as her and Nate get more serious), but how not having anyone she can turn to get support and to give that support back. She is very much a people person, and she craves that connection with someone. (And with the promise of N angst, I’m very scared of the future for her haha) She has looked in a lot of places for it, some places where she really shouldn’t have looked for it, but her romantic ways got the better of her, and it ends up with her hurt in the end. During the time up to Book 1, she hadn’t been in a relationship in a while, instead trying to figure herself out before thrusting herself into any new relationships. Then she meets Nate, and she is, in her own words, “enchanted” by him pretty quickly, and she continues to relish all of the closeness between them. She has buried the Murphy trauma, which is always something that seems to show its face in the worst of times for her, something that she has not been able to fully get over, as much as she wants to. (She never had a issue with blood before Murphy, but now? She wants nothing to do with it) And when she is scared, quite unsurprisingly, she normally lets her sarcasm lead the way in a attempt to hide just how scared she is. (She also tends to go back to humor when trying to comfort someone else, or even asking someone how they are doing, when she knows something is up) Pearl wants to be there for people, in any way that they will have her.

Mari- Mari’s biggest fear is being vulnerable. She knows that giving someone her heart would just give them the power to destroy her, and she would do anything for this not to happen. And while she can quite rudely tell her mother just how she still resents her, Mari would die if she found out just how much her absences truly hurt her. She’s kept a high wall around the softer parts of herself for so long, only to want to tear that down for Mason of all people. But, at the moment, she is refusing to let them down just yet. It’s not like Mason would do the same for her, right? And until she feels comfortable that she is not the only one with this confusing mess of feelings, she’s going to keep them quite closely fastened to her chest. And well she kind of brushed off with what happened with Murphy, she is haunted by how Mason ended up after she saved Sanja, and it maybe forced her to realize that she did indeed have them in the first place. (Though she is denying that currently) But when she is scared? Mari full on panics. She does not handle fear nor stress very well, and when it is down to the wire, she can make some pretty rash decision she would not have made otherwise.

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine’s Funniest Guest Cast Characters

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Brooklyn Nine Nine is one of the funniest sitcoms around thanks to its fantastic ensemble cast and just-broad-enough humour blended with almost-realistic cop show elements. But that great regular cast are supported by an equally brilliant array of recurring characters and guest stars. In this list, we’re celebrating the funniest of the show’s less often-seen characters, those guest appearances who’ve turned up once or twice to inject a fresh burst of comic energy into the show.

Note that we’re not counting regular recurring characters like Adrian Pimento, Madeline Wuntch, or Kevin Cozner, aka Mr Raymond Holt. If they turn up more than once a year, or in more than three episodes in one season, they’re off the list.

12. Adam Sandler, played by himself in Operation: Broken Feather, Season 1, Episode 15

Adam Sandler’s appearance as himself in Season One is beautifully self-deprecating as well as funny. His deadpan delivery of “I’m a serious person” is hilarious in just the right way – of course the real Sandler is, presumably, as serious and as complex as anyone else, but he knows his own public persona and just how to play on it in the right way to raise a different kind of laugh. The interest in antiquities, the planned film about the Russian Revolution, it’s all funny – and somewhat undercut, even more amusingly, by his taunting of Jake straight afterwards. The whole scene did help to flush out a criminal though, so it wasn’t a total loss for Jake.

Funniest moment: Admitting his “serious” Russian Revolution film features Kevin James as Trotsky, and a wife who doesn’t wear a bra through the whole film.

11. Geoffrey Hoytsman, played by Chris Parnell in two episodes in Season 2

When Jake’s lawyer girlfriend Sophia uses her boss as a transparent excuse to break up with him (by going on ‘pause’), Jake wilfully misunderstands and decides that the boss is the key problem, so he sets off to make the man like him. It all goes horribly wrong when Jake finds Hoytsman snorting cocaine in the bathroom, which Hoytsman claims he was doing accidentally while screaming loudly that Jake is arresting him to the whole room of lawyers. Sophia somehow still ends up blaming Jake – probably because she simply wanted to break up with him in the first place – and Hoytsman ends up returning to take Jake hostage and quite seriously threaten his life later in the season. Parnell’s over-the-top performance as a character who is, of course, high for much of the time, is what really sells the character.

Funniest moment: Sniffing cocaine off his collar in the middle of the police precinct.

10. Jessica Day, played by Zooey Deschanel in The Night Shift, Season 4, Episode 4

Back in 2016, both New Girl and Brooklyn Nine Nine were active Fox sitcoms, so the network decided to do a crossover event in which the New Girl characters travelled to New York City and ran into the 99. Most of the crossover scenes actually ended up in the New Girl episode, but Zooey Deschanel’s character Jess Day did make a brief appearance in the otherwise stand-alone Brooklyn Nine Nine half of the crossover. While the New Girl episode provided a lot more context for Jess’s feelings about New York and her stress level surrounding Schmidt’s mom’s car and the soup she’s carrying, her appearance as an apparently slightly nutty woman who resists Jake’s attempts to commandeer the car is an entertaining interlude during the half hour.

Funniest moment: Insisting that Jake’s oath to serve and protect applies to her soup.

9. Philip Davidson, played by Sterling K. Brown in The Box, Season 5, Episode 14

If this were a list of the show’s ‘best’ guest characters, rather than ‘funniest’, the top ranked would surely be Philip Davidson, played by Sterling K. Brown. ‘The Box’ is a tight, taught bottle episode that takes full advantage of Brooklyn Nine Nine’s hybrid status as both sitcom and cop show, and Brown’s Davidson forms a strong third of a triangle in this three-header with Holt and Peralta. It’s a really strong performance, but given that he’s playing a tough-to-crack murder suspect, not really the funniest, exactly. Still, he gets a good few laughs when appropriate over the course of a really engaging half hour of comedy/cop show crossover.

Funniest moment: When Davidson finally cracks, he cracks hard – his confession is equal parts triumphant, cathartic, and hilarious.

8. Karen Haas, played by Maya Rudolph in Coral Palms Parts 1&2, Season 4, Episodes 1&2

Maya Rudolph has a good line going in slightly weary authority figures (see also: The Good Place). Handling Holt and Peralta while they’re in witness protection is not an easy job and her exasperation at Jake’s refusal to accept his situation is well played. Haas is really funny, though, when she starts bringing her own issues into her official duties, clearly trying to get permission to cheat on her husband from someone, anyone – and Holt is happy to oblige.

Funniest moment: Whoever it is she wants to sleep with is “really young” – something that clearly shouldn’t be funny, but the face Rudolph pulls as she says it is what sells it.

7. Lin-Manuel Miranda as David Santiago in The Golden Child, Season 6, Episode 9

Miranda is marvellously smarmy as Amy’s too-perfect brother, her demanding parents’ favourite, who snubs popular culture and shows off by saving people’s lives (including Amy’s own husband). Amy’s delighted reaction when he’s arrested for cocaine possession and deep disappointment when he turns out to be innocent are highlights, but the funniest scene by far is the dance-off between David and Amy, in which both comprehensively demonstrate that dancing is not among the Santiago family’s many strengths.

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Funniest moment: David thinks elbows should form a bigger part of a dance routine than they really should.

6. Frederick, played by Nick Offerman in Ava, Season 3, Episode 8

Any time we meet Captain Holt’s friends and family, many of whom share his stoic, Vulcan-like demeanour, it’s always hilarious. JK Simmons as his old friend Dillman very nearly made the list, but he was just pipped to the post by Ron Swanson – sorry, Nick Offerman – as Holt’s ex-boyfriend. There’s a lot of crossover between Parks and Recreation and Brooklyn Nine Nine among the cast and crew and Offerman isn’t even the only Parks & Rec alumnus to appear on this list, but he’s probably the one whose appearance most quickly calls to mind his earlier character. The idea that Holt’s ex-boyfriend is Ron F-ing Swanson is just genius. OK, Frederick lacks Swanson’s magnificent moustache (though he has a glorious beard) and he’s even more brusque and stand-off-ish, but he’s a perfect match for Holt, even more in their post-break-up mutual antagonism than we imagine they were in their relationship.

Funniest moment: His straight-faced insistence at the door that they have a “wooden-duck situation”.

5. Mark Devereaux, played by Nathan Fillion in Serve & Protect, Season 4, Episode 14

It’s always funny any time police characters in a cop show visit the set of a TV cop show, and for added meta humour, in this case the actor playing the fictional detective is played by an actor who works on a cop show (albeit as a non-cop character). Phew! That’s a lot of layers of meta. Nathan Fillion’s pompous star who apparently thinks playing a detective makes him a detective is very funny, and it gets better when it turns out that was a ruse to cover up his own petty criminal activity before he folds like wet paper. It’s just a shame we didn’t get to see more of him.

Funniest moment: Devereaux tries turning on the angry detective act from his show to cover up his own crime, only to be confronted with quite a lot more than a “shred” of evidence and fold immediately.

4. Eleanor Horstweil, played by Kathryn Hahn in Hostage Situation, Season 3, Episode 11

We heard a lot about Boyle’s ex-wife over the first couple of seasons, partly because Boyle was still living in her basement, hanging out with her new husband Hercules. We knew what sort of person Eleanor was when Boyle explained that he gets the beach house from December to February. When we finally meet her in the flesh, Kathryn Hahn does not disappoint – Eleanor is surely one of the most purely horrible characters we’ve seen on the show (and yes, we’re including all the murderers). She hits a 90-year-old priest with her car and then destroys Boyle’s frozen sperm, all with no apparent sense of guilt, and she largely gets away with it, too. But she does it all with a perfectly deadpan expression and carefree attitude, each horrifying act funnier that the last.

Funniest moment: She goes further than Jake ever thought she would when she “shoots a hostage” – i.e., throws some of Boyle’s sperm down the drain.

3. Seth Dozerman, played by Bill Hader in New Captain, Season 3, Episode 1

Bill Hader’s screentime on the show is relatively brief, but he is hilarious from start to finish, attacking the squad with every shouted command like he’s firing metaphorical bullets at them. It might actually have been really cool to see the squad try to deal with him as their Captain for more than one episode, with his extremely demanding requirements and very highly strung personality, but on the other hand, perhaps this is a joke that works better in small quantities. Any character whose dying words are “Tell my wife I love her work ethic” is probably a character better enjoyed for a shorter period of time.

Funniest moment: Both heart attacks are very funny, but the first (non-fatal) one just pips it for the sheer suddenness of it.

2. Caleb, played by Tim Meadows in three episodes in Seasons 5 and 6

Jake is shocked to discover his only friend in maximum security prison is a cannibal (though he would prefer to be identified as a wood-worker), having assumed everyone in protective custody was a wrongly accused police officer. Caleb is surely Brooklyn Nine Nine’s best streak of really, really dark humour – not only did he murder and eat nine and a half people, they were small children too. Every reference he makes to his “nightmare” past is sickly hilarious, and gets worse and worse every time, including a reference to his “skin suit”. But he really does care for Jake, even if he still kind of wants to eat him. The sheer audacity of the black humour surrounding this character is fantastic and always funny.

Funniest moment: Caleb shows that he has a softer side when he saves Jake’s life – but he immediately deeply regrets it and would not do it again.

1. Doug Judy, played by Craig Robinson in multiple episodes (one episode or two-parter per year)

Yes, we carefully defined a recurring character as someone who is either in more than three episodes or who appears more than once a year specifically so that we could include Craig Robinson‘s Doug Judy. It’s our list and we make the rules. There’s something twistedly beautiful about Jake and Doug Judy’s tender but tense friendship, even in the early years when Judy is constantly double-crossing poor Jake. The two of them have perfect comic chemistry, and each running gag in their friendship, especially their fondness for swaggering out in a new outfit or disguise, just gets funnier and funnier. Long may Doug Judy continue to turn up roughly once every twelve months to harass his long suffering best friend.

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Funniest moment: Having escaped yet again, Doug Judy leaves Jake a pre-recorded message in a karaoke booth – complete with a full hour of pre-recorded singing for Jake to duet with.

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i'm not the same anon who asked about chronic illnesses and such but i decided to ask anyway -- do you have any mental health headcanons for any of the FACE family?

Thank you so much for this question, it’s a very interesting one! I also have to admit that this is a topic I’m quite hesitant to tackle, however, as I’m not an expert and I don’t want to dismiss or oversimplify complex and sensitive matters with careless words. That said, I can certainly talk about what my impressions from the manga are! Hope it all makes sense. 😊

First of all, I must make a specification: nations aren’t humans. Just like their bodies and healing rate are different from those of a human, the same goes for their brain and mental health. I often see people complaining that, for having lived through so many hardships and tragedies, personifications shouldn’t be as well-adjusted and cheerful as they are generally portrayed in the manga. I disagree with this. I think that if the manga tends to portray personifications in a certain way, that’s how they are. And the fact they aren’t weighed down by their past is, once again, due to the fact they aren’t humans. Think about it for a moment: we – humans – aren’t mentally and psychologically meant for immortality. After a bit, we just would collapse under the weight of everything we went through. Personifications, instead, are born to be immortal. Therefore, I’m also convinced that they have a different brain biology, different neural pathways – different ways to process memories and withstand trauma that make them more resilient. In short, unlike many people, I don’t think personifications suffer from PTSD or MDD by default.

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Now, back to the characters you asked me about. I would be hesitant to ‘diagnose’ them with specific mental health issues, but I can see some things they would struggle with.

I’ll start with Canada because I think he’s the easiest one. It’s canon that he has awfully low self-esteem and sense of self-worth in general. Based on his interactions with other people, I would say he also has very high anxiety levels. (Social anxiety, in particular.) He wants to make a good impression but he feels like he never knows how to behave and ends up being awkward and self-conscious, he’s afraid of what others might think of him and he wants to please everybody and berates himself a lot for the fact he doesn’t… his not feeling worthy of other people’s time and attention (feeling like he has to do something to earn it) doesn’t help. I don’t know if Canada’s anxiety could be bad enough to be officially diagnosed or give him real anxiety/panic attacks, but it certainly has a significative impact on his relationships, holding him back a lot. Tied to his self-worth issues, I can also easily see him falling into the mindset of the impostor syndrome. (Since he feels like he isn’t good enough, when somebody claims he is, Canada thinks he has deceived them.) I also headcanon him suffering from some psychosomatic issues due to the fact he tends to bottle up negative emotions to avoid conflict. In spite of this, Canada manages to keep a positive outlook that pushes him forwards. He doesn’t cry over himself but keeps doing his best to improve. I wouldn’t say this is completely healthy (after all, he wants to improve so much because he feels like he isn’t enough) nor that he never has a breakdown, but his mental health issues aren’t (generally) so severe as to prevent him from going on with his life.

England also suffers from self-worth issues that he, instead, hides under a self-deprecating humour. He asks a lot out of himself and he’s a perfectionist to a level that isn’t healthy. He works as hard as he can in order to rise above others and looks down upon those who don’t work as hard in order to try to assert his confidence, but deep down, he will never believe he’s truly good enough. Moreover, the neglect he suffered during his childhood means he has a hard time developing healthy relationships. He’s mistrustful and hesitant because he’s afraid of getting hurt, but he also ends up feeling extremely lonely and isolated, which weighs a lot on him. He’s also unable to process his emotions in a healthy way, he bottles up and denies his feelings and ends up lashing out at people. Once again, England’s struggles aren’t bad enough to prevent him from going on with his normal life, but they make an impact. He has a pessimistic overview of everything and always sees a problem behind each corner, it’s very hard for him to be happy and satisfied.

As for France… with his melancholic personality, France actually is the character I can see suffering from minor depressive episodes when he finds himself in particularly bad spots. He does his best not to let this win over him, but there are moments he truly sees everything bleak and experiences nothing but despair. It’s particularly bad if he’s alone, and this is partly why France’s almost unable to stay without anybody. His constant need to be surrounded by people also partially stems from the fact he’s an extrovert and likes company, but he does tend to carry it a bit too far. His need to be liked by everybody can also cross the boundary of unhealthy. France wants to believe in himself and he tries to convince himself that he has a healthy self-esteem, but deep down, he has a lot of insecurities he doesn’t want to deal with. People not liking him always make those seeds of self-doubt resurface, he can’t shrug it off so easily. Aside from the first one, however, the others are fairly minor issues. Compared to many others, France is a fairly well-adjusted individual. And I think that the fact he doesn’t deny his emotions but instead deals with them plays a big part in this.

I think America is decently well-adjusted as well. He’s such an optimistic character, always able to find a positive spin in everything and focus on the opportunities each situation gives him instead of the drawbacks… if anything, I would say that his main problem is that his self-confidence is a bit too high and he’s too self-centred, but neither reach truly worrisome levels. America does have some issues, though. I’m thinking about attachment issues, in particular. America feels lonely and unappreciated, which makes him latch very tightly to people he’s close to. Moreover, due to what happened with England and Canada, part of him is afraid people are going to leave him so he turns possessive and clingy to avoid it. He also carries protectiveness to an annoying level. He backs off and apologizes if somebody makes him notice his wrong behaviour, though.

Now, I want to address another thing about America as this is a very widespread headcanon: I’m firmly convinced America doesn’t have an eating disorder in canon. First of all, I don’t think America has the right mindset for it. An eating disorder isn’t only an issue of body image, but a manifestation of deeper insecurities America has never displayed to such extents. Yes, it’s true that he tried many diets (without ever being able to commit to one). However, America’s wish to lose weight wasn’t tied to body image issues, but to health concerns. At a point, America realized he ‘weighed too much’. I have no trouble believing he could be at least slightly overweight according to the BMI: he isn’t slight-boned – which means he will always be more on the higher side of the BMI – and he has very developed muscles, which weigh a lot more than fat. In fact, many athletes would be classified as overweight if this weren’t taken into account. However, America wasn’t aware of that and he just thought he was overweight. Which does pose health concerns. America has never wanted to be thinner to look better, he just wanted to lose weight to be healthier. I’m so sure of this because it was explicitly stated in the manga. [x]

Had it been an eating disorder, America wouldn’t have stopped dieting once he had realized his weight wasn’t actually unhealthy. It isn’t so simple. But he did, which means the entire problem was rooted in a concern for his health, not a body image issue.

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Since I envision the mental health struggles more tied to the characters’ personalities than historical events, I generally would headcanon them being the same in a human AU as well. Of course, the backstory of each character – their formative years, in particular – should be tailored to justify those struggles.

I have already talked about how picture things for Francis [x] and Matthew [x].

In Arthur’s case, I imagine him having a hard childhood and growing up in a quite dysfunctional family. Whether his parents mean it or not (maybe, because there’s a single parent with four children), Arthur ends up being often brushed aside and growing up without the support he would need. (If not with outright scorned and looked down upon by emotionally and verbally abusive parents.)

As for Alfred, I can picture his attachment issues coming from him having lived through the loss of an important person in his childhood (or also missing a parent, maybe). He never completely processes it, and whether he realizes it or not, this makes him more afraid than what would be normal of losing the other people he cares for.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanon #aph canada #aph america #aph france #aph england #feyna's headcanon #feyna talks about hetalia #face family #anonymous #feyna answers #thanks for stopping by!#still without my laptop :(#but turns out I actually had backed up the file with my references #so I could write this

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(REVIEW) All The Poems Contained Within Will Mean Everything To Everyone, by Joe Dunthorne

Is it fiction, is it poetry, is it truth — what are the rules here? Kirsty Dunlop tackles the difficult, yet illustrious art of the poet bio in this review of Joe Dunthorne’s All The Poems Contained Within Will Mean Everything To Everyone (Rough Trade Editions, 2018).

Whenever I read a poetry anthology - I hope I’m not the only one - I go to the bios at the back before I read the poems…it’s also a really strange thing when you publish a poem…you brag about yourself in a text that is supposed to sound distant and academic but is actually you carefully calculating how you’ll present yourself.

> It’s the middle of a night in 2019 and I’m listening to a podcast recording from Rough Trade Editions’ first birthday party at the London Review Bookshop, and this is Dunthorne’s intro to the reading from his pamphlet All The Poems Contained Within Will Mean Everything To Everyone (2018). As I lie there in that strange limbo space of my own insomnia, Dunthorne’s side-note to his work feels comfortingly intimate because it rings so true (the kind of thing you might admit to a friend over a drink after a poetry reading rather than in the performative space of the reading itself). Like Joe, and yes surely many others, I am also fascinated by bios - particularly because I find them so awkward to write/it makes me cringe writing my own/this is definitely the kind of thing you overthink late at night. Bios also function as this alternative narrative on the margins of the central creative work and they do tell a story: take any bio out of context and it can be read as a piece of flash fiction. When we are asked to write bios, there is this unspoken expectation that we follow certain rules in our use of language, tone and content. Side note: how weird would it be if we actually spoke about ourselves in this pompous third person perspective irl?! Bios themselves are limbo spaces (another kind of side note!) where there is much left unsaid and often the unsaid and the little that is said reveals a lot. Of course, some bios are also very, very long. Dunthorne’s pamphlet plays with this limbo space as a site of narrative and poetic potential: prior to All The Poems, I had never read a short story actually written through the framework of a list of poet bios. The result is an incredibly funny, honest and playful piece of meta poetic prose that teases out all the subtle aspects of the poet bio-sphere and ever since that first listen, I can’t stop myself re-reading.

> This work is an exciting example of how formal constraints in writing can actually create an exhilarating sense of narrative liberation. I see this really playful, fluid Oulipo quality to the writing, where the process of using the bio as constraint is what makes the rollercoaster reading experience so satisfying as well as revealing a theatrical stage for language to have its fun, where the reality of our own calculated self performance can be teased out bio by bio. The re-reading opens up a new level of comedy each time often at the level of wordplay. I’ll maybe reveal some more of that in a wee bit.

> It’s a winding road that Dunthorne takes us on in his narrative journey where the micro and the macro continually fall inside each other. So perhaps this review will also be quite winding. Here is another entry into the text: we begin reading about the protagonist Adam Lorral from the opening sentence, who we realise fairly quickly is struggling to put together a ground-breaking landmark poetry anthology. His bio crops up repeatedly in varying forms:

‘Adam Lorral, born 1985 is a playwright, translator and the editor-publisher of this anthology.’

‘Adam Lorral is a playwright, translator and the man who, morning after morning, stood barefoot on his front doorstep […]’

‘Adam Lorral is a playwright, translator and someone for whom the date Monday, October 14th, 2017 has enormous meaning. Firstly Adam’s son started smiling.’

The driving circularity of this repetition pushes the narrative onwards, whilst the language is never bogged down: it hopscotches along and we can’t help but join in the game. Amidst a growing list of other characters/poets- that Adam may or may not include in this collection he seems to be pouring/ draining his energy into, with just a little help from his wife’s family money- tension begins to build.

> Although Adam is overtly the protagonist in the story, to my mind it is, in fact, Adam’s four-week-old son who is the real heroic figure. Of course this baby doesn’t have a bio of his own but he does continually creep into Adam’s (he’s another side note!). He comes off as the only genuine character: there is no performance, no judgement, he just is. Adam is continually amazed by his son’s mental and physical development which is far more impressive than the growth of this questionable anthology. The baby is this god-like figure, continually present during Adam’s struggles, with the seemingly small moments of its development taking on monumental significance. Adam might try to immerse himself fully in this creative work but the reality of his family surroundings will constantly interrupt. This self-deprecating, reflective tone led me to think about how Dunthorne expansively explores the idea of the contemporary poet and artist identity through metanarrative. In Ben Lerner’s The Hatred of Poetry (Fitzcarraldo Editions, 2016), he writes ‘There is embarrassment for the poet – couldn’t you get a real job and put your childish ways behind you?’ In a recent online interview with the poet Will Harris[1], when asked about his own development as a writer, he spoke about how the career trajectory of a poet is a confusing phenomenon and I’ve heard many other poets speak of this too: there are perhaps milestones to pass but they are not rigid or obvious and, of course, they are set apart from the milestones of more ‘adult’, professional pursuits. I think Dunthorne’s short story accurately captures this confusion around artistic, personal and intellectual growth and the navigation of the poetry community, through these minute, telling observations and the rejection of a simplistic narrative linearity. The story doesn’t make any hard or fast judgements: like the character of the baby, the observations just are. Sometimes, it feels like this project could be one of the most important aspects of Adam’s life (it might even make or break it) and we are there with him and at other moments it seems quite irrelevant to the bigger picture, particularly as the bios get more ridiculous. Here, I just have to highlight one of the bios which perfectly evokes this heightened sense of a poet’s importance:

Peter Daniels’ seventh collection The Animatronic Tyrannosaurus of Guadalajara, is forthcoming with Welt Press. He will not let anyone forget that he edited Unpersoned, a prize-winning book of creative transcriptions of immigration interviews obtained by the Freedom of Information Act, even though it was published nearly two decades ago. His poetry has been overlooked for all previous generational anthologies and it is only thanks to the fine-tuned sensibilities of this book’s editor that has he finally become one of the chosen. You would expect him to be grateful.

> Okay…so I said above that there weren’t hard or fast judgements; maybe I should retract that slightly. The text definitely doesn’t feel like a cruel critique of poets generally (its comedy is too clever for that) but, yes, there are a fair few judgements from Adam creeping into those bios. I am so impressed with the way in which Dunthorne is able to expertly navigate Adam’s perspective through all these fragments to create this growing humour, as the character can’t help inserting his own opinions into other poets’ bios. Of course, we are also able to make our own judgements about Adam and his endearing naivety: shout out here to my fave character in the story, Joy Goold (‘exhilaratingly Scottish’) who has submitted the poem, Fake Lake, to the anthology. Hopefully if you’re Scottish, you can appreciate the comedy of this title. Adam Googles her and cannot find any trace of her, which feels perfect…almost too good to be true.

> Dunthorne plays with cliché overtly throughout the text. You could say all the poets in this story are exaggerated clichés but that certainly doesn’t make them boring: it just adds to the knowing intimacy that, yes, feels slightly gossipy (which I can’t help but enjoy). For example, there is the poet who has:

[…] won every major UK poetry prize and long ago dispensed with modesty […] Though he does not need the money he teaches on the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. His latest collection is Internal Flight (Faber/FSG). He divides his time between London and New York because they are both lovely.

I am leaving out a fair bit of this bio because I don’t want to take away some of the joy of simply reading this text in its entirety but it is one of many tongue-in-cheek observations that feels very accurate and over-the-top at the same time (I feel like everyone in the poetry community knows this person). It is also even more knowing when you consider that Dunthorne actually has published a collection with Faber, O Positive (2019), a totally immersive read that also doesn’t shy away from poking fun at its speaker throughout. I always like seeing the ideas that repeatedly crop up in a writer’s work and explorations of calculation and cliché are at the forefront of this collection. I keep thinking of this line from the poem ‘Workshop Dream’:

We stepped onto the beach. The water made the sound: cliché, cliché, cliché.

Interestingly, there is this hypnotising dream-like quality to O Positive - with shape shifting figures, balloonists, owls-in-law – in contrast to the hyper realism I experienced in the Rough Trade pamphlet. However, like All the Poems, in O Positive, we’re always one step inside the writing, one step outside, watching the poem/short story being written. It’s this continual sensation of being very close to failure and embarrassment/cringe. (I can also draw parallels here between Dunthorne’s exploration of this theme and the poet Colin Herd who speaks so brilliantly about the relation between poetry and embarrassment- see our SPAM interview.) Failure is just inevitable in this narrative set up. It makes the turning point of the narrative- when it arrives- all the funnier:

As Adam typed, he hummed the chorus to the Avril Lavigne song–why d’you have to go and make things so complicated?–and smiled to himself because he was keeping things simple. Avril Lavigne. Adam Lorral. Their names were a bit similar. He was looking for a sign and here one was.

> If it isn’t clear already, this is a story that I could continually quote from but to truly appreciate the work, you should read it in its beautiful slim pamphlet format created by Rough Trade Editions. For me, the presentation of this work is as important as the form: this story would have a different effect and tone if it was nestled inside a short story collection. I think a lot of the most exciting creative writing right now is being published by the innovative small indie presses springing up around the UK. Recently I listened to a great podcast by Influx Press, featuring the writer Isabel Waidner: they spoke about both the value of small presses taking risks with writers and the importance of recognising prose as an experimental field, rightly recognising that experimental work often seems to begin with, or be connected to, the poetry community. Waidner’s observation felt like something I had been waiting to hear…and a change that I had noticed in writing being published in the last few years in the UK. I could mention so many examples alongside the work of Rough Trade Books: Waidners’s We are Made of Diamond Stuff (2019), published by Manchester-based Dostoyevsky Wannabe, Eley William’s brilliant Attrib. and Other Stories (Influx Press, 2017), the many exciting hybrid works put out by Prototype Publishing, to name just a few. There is also a growing interest in multimedia work, for example Visual Editions, who publish texts designed to be read on your phone through their series Editions at Play (Joe Dunthorne did a brilliant digital-born collaborative text with Sam Riviere in 2016, The Truth About Cats & Dogs, I would highly recommend!). But this concept of combining the short story with a pamphlet format, created by Rough Trade Books as part of their Rough Trade Editions’ twelve pamphlet series, feels particularly exciting to me and is a reminder of why I love the expansive possibilities of shorter prose pieces. Through its physical format, we are reminded that this is a prose work you can read like a series of poems without losing the narrative tension that is so central to fiction. The expansiveness of the reading possibilities of Dunthorne’s short story also reminds me of Lydia Davis’s short-short stories. Here’s one I love taken from The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis (Penguin Books, 2009):

They take turns using a word they like

“It’s extraordinary,” says one woman. “It is extraordinary,” says the other.

You could read this as a sound bite, an extract from an article, a writing exercise or a short story, the possibilities go on; there is a space created for the reader and consequently it encourages the unravelling of re-reading (which feels like a very poetic mode to me). Like Davis, Dunthorne’s work also highlights how seemingly simple language can be very powerful and take on many subtle faces and tones. I think short forms are so difficult to get right but when you encounter all the elements of language, tone, pacing, style, space, tension brought together effectively (or calculatingly as Dunthorne might say), it can create this immersive, highly intimate back-and-forth play with the reader.

> All The Poems Contained Within Will Mean Everything to Everyone. The title tells us there is a collection of poems here that are hidden: the central work has disappeared leaving behind the shadowy remains of the editor’s frustration and the marginalia of the bios. We feel the presence of the poems despite not actually reading them. The pamphlet’s blurb states that this: ‘is the story of the epiphanies that come with extreme tiredness; that maybe, just maybe the greatest poetry book of all is one that contains no poems.’ The narrative, as well as making fun of itself, also recognises that poetry exists beyond the containment of the poems themselves: it can be found in the readings, the performances, the politics, the drafts, the difficulties, the funding, the collaboration, the collectivity, the bios.

> A friend of mine recently asked me: Where are all the prose parties?…And what might a prose party look like? We were chatting about how a poetry party sounds much cooler (that’s maybe why there’s more of them). I think prose is often aligned with more conventional literary forms, maybe closed off in a way that poetry is seen to be able to liberate, but I think Dunthorne breaks down these preconceptions and binaries around form and modes of reading in All The Poems. I want to be at whatever prose party he’s throwing.

[1] University of Glasgow’s Creative Conversations, Sophie Collins interviewing Will Harris, Monday 4th May 2020 (via Zoom)

Text: Kirsty Dunlop Published: 10/7/20

#review #reviews #Rough Trade Books #Joe Dunthorne #Kirsty Dunlop #poetry #poet bios

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D.C. Douglas

Warning: this post mentions recent slightly controversial events and will get a little bit political. However, there is so much misinformation around that I felt I should say something.

So, D.C. Douglas, voice actor of Albert Wesker in Resident Evil, Azrael in BlazBlue, Legion in Mass Effect and many other characters, has been suspended from Twitter.

D.C. had used his Twitter account mostly to talk about Wesker (he clearly really loved that role), but he had also used it to support feminism and LGBTQA+ rights, including animating and voicing Wesker saying “I may be evil, but I am not a monster. I support Complete. Global. Trans Rights.”. He made Ratner’s homophobic remarks in 2011 public as well: this was what led to Ratner stepping down from the 2012 Oscars. However, he is also known for his frequent arguments with Trump supporters.

D.C. has always been very outspoken about his dislike of Trump. He has posted a series of political cartoons called Breaking News on his YouTube channel (which he writes and does many voices for) and famously left a very uncomplimentary voicemail to the Tea Party group Freedom Works.

While many found all this quite entertaining, there are naturally some who disagree with him politically and many of them have been posting some insulting things about him on Twitter for quite some time.

One rumour that has been spread about D.C. by various people is that he “films women in bathrooms”. The video these people are referring to is available online and I have seen it. D.C. accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom at a con in Denver (several other people on Twitter have commented that they made the same mistake as the sign was hard to see), and filmed himself saying that he’d walked into the wrong bathroom. He wasn’t filming the women (some women were audible in the background, but nothing more), he was just being self-deprecating.

Recently all this controversy escalated because of the Vic Mignogna issue going on at the moment. I don’t really want to go into that here. D.C. Douglas doesn’t like the whole “kick Vic” vs “I stand with Vic” debate and I don’t think it’s relevant. You can draw your own conclusions. However, D.C. Douglas got involved and mentioned that someone involved in Mignogna’s defence has posted blackface photos. This is true and the evidence is online.

This got a lot of people quite angry with D.C. Douglas so they brought up the women’s bathroom thing again. Someone even tweeted Denver Police to try and get him trouble (the police watched the video, spoke to him, and decided it was accidental). They also found a photo of him touching a woman’s breasts at a con; obviously if this had been nonconsensual it would be wrong and digusting, but this was apparently a posed shot that she had asked for.

Then they looked and reported as many of his old tweets as he could find. They managed to dig up a few where he had admittedly been quite insulting towards people (mostly alt-right people) and he has been suspended. Things like “how do you tweet from inside your rectum?” etc.

Now, I admit this isn’t the most polite way to talk to someone. However, I do think it is unfair that he has been suspended while many open racists, sexists and homophobes are still not suspended.

I’m not here to campaign against the ban. D.C. Douglas has actually stated on his blog that he likes no longer being on Twitter as he can get more work done.

And I’m not here to claim that D.C. Douglas is perfect or flawless. I don’t mind if you disagree with him on some issues; if you don’t find his videos and tweets funny (personally I find the style of humour in a few of his Wesker parody videos a bit immature for my taste, actually, although some of the others are very good); or if you prefer Richard Waugh’s Wesker voice (as some people I know do).

I’m just here to point out the facts, since there are so many contradictory rumours and speculations flying around right now. Whatever your opinion of D.C. Douglas, please do your research and don’t spread misinformation.

This isn’t a political blog but I felt this needed to be said. Thank you for reading this really long and hopefully not too ranty post.

I promise the next post will be something nice and non-political and not too serious.

#dcdouglas #wesker #albert wesker #resident evil #blazblue #mass effect #legion #politics #anti trump #lgbtqa+

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the types as people i know (by an intj)

intj (not me tho) -“yeah i got into medical school quite easily honestly if you try even a little what’s the problem” -good at almost everything -gives the best advice -high standards for art and music -has never heard of taking breaks -really deep emotions secretly -science is art -unique humour that’s hard to describe? like they never tell jokes they just say things in a way that’s hilarious

entj -would 10/10 run for president -Gets Shit Done -speaks loudly -rly confident -has a lot to say -everybody knows them -incredibly creative but somehow approaches it ironically -gives great hugs -also shows affection by suggesting ways u can improve -they protec -they attac

istj -so intelligent i’m screaming -knows so much -huge but fragile ego -friendly with everyone -glares at ppl a lot tho -wants power -everything has it’s order and don’t u dare change it -secretly sentimental -corrects ur grammar

estj -works 24/7 -cares too much about [insert franchise] -seriously don’t criticise it even jokingly -will cut u -studies law and philosophy -suddenly rly bad at arguments once feelings r involved -we talked about space and philosophy a lot when we were close sigh

istp -can’t plan for shiT -is in charge of planning at their job???? why the fuck -glares at everyone -speaks loudly -drives a motorcycle, the stereotype lives

estp -jokes in class constantly -somehow intimidatingly funny -asks annoying questions -reads the chat on ur phone while ur texting, out loud -asks u to repeat something slightly embarrassing u just did

isfp -so soft -wears black exclusively -strong aesthetic -doodles in class -their writing is TINY -likes to talk about rly personal stuff or not at all -just wants to help -a hoe for vinyl

esfp -the smoothest person I’ve ever met -hilarious -ripped™ -eats chips at all times tho??? -amazing dancer -great taste in music -soft and affectionate af if they love u -u might be surprised how empathetic they r -rly dosen’t want to have to think about the future -either ready to party or wants u to leave them alone

infj -way too soft for everyone and everything -somebody help them -always on tumblr -reblogs cheesy motivational quotes -shy and in ur face at the same time -loves books but mainly as a concept -the best way to stay calm at a party is to find the local pet

enfj -way too soft somebody help them dear god -a teacher but can’t tell u when ur answer is wrong bc they don’t wanna hurt ur feelings -harmony!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -politically correct -gives useless advice but feels great about it -wants to change the world and make everyone happy -life dream to be a parent

isfj -replies to ur message in 30 seconds -so sweet but it’s unexpected -likes intellectual discussions -rly quiet usually -their partner is their number 1 priority tbh -loves history & greek mythology

esfj -everybody knows them -they know everybody -once got a social award just for being a nice person -good hair and nice clothes -always brings home-cooked meals in tupperware -is rly good with kids -asks u what u put as ur answer on a personality test -has their life together -no one knows y tho bc they’re always oblivious to what’s going on

intp -never in my life has anyone made me laugh so much -actual meme god -somehow both confident and awkward -incredibly intelligent but doesn’t give a shit about school -that’s why dumb teachers were surprised to see them succeed academically after school -wings everything but get’s through with it

entp -smooth and funny wow -knows so much wtf -if u ask them about a topic they will tell u about it for 20 hours without stopping -science!!! -can’t decide on a career bc everything is so interesting and also so boring -i know 6 people who have a crush on them -oblivious™ to that -flirts with everybody

infp -strong ass philosophy on life -will roast both u and themselves -angst -self deprecating memes -wants to do theatre but doesn’t -incredible at foreign languages -tbh soft but not v expressive with emotions

enfp -ppl think they’re Mysterious and Broody and Emotionless -bubbly if u get close to them -is actually a dog -rly soft -affectionate with friends -thinks about magic a lot probably -most emotionally intelligent person i know -the only person i actually like

#original #mbti #the types as #types #intj #enfp #entj #istj #estj #infj #isfj #esfj #enfj #infp #isfp #esfp #intp #entp #istp #estp

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I Wanna Live with Common People like You - A Gwilym Lee Britpop AU - Chapter 1

A/N: Hello! Here’s the Bohemian Rhapsody Britpop AU absolutely nobody asked for! The article at the end was mostly written by the divine @brianmaysleftclog so I cannot claim that. Enjoy!

RATING: NSFW!

https://open.spotify.com/user/ddjtlove/playlist/2HzYf5lWhrJREv1i9MPyba?si=1KqGZpGnRwuPO9ju_ttAgQ (A playlist to listen to)

MASTERLIST

Heidi Saunders walked into the venue just as the band were starting to play. She got a pint and added it to her ongoing tab at the bar. She looked over to the stage and began to bop along as the crowd started getting more and more into the song the young men were playing. She had a good look at the band for the first time, and consulted her cheat sheet that Melody Maker, the music magazine she worked for, had given her.

First there was Rami Malek, the singer. Small, almost slight, but with immense stage presence. He could hold an audience like nobody.

Then, Ben Hardy, the drummer. He was the fan favourite. Blonde, strong, and hot, he was always surrounded by a gaggle of girls.

The bassist Joe Mazzello then finally came into view. A contrast to the quiet and stoic bassist trope, he engaged the audience in little asides when not singing.

Last, but certainly not least, was the guitarist, Gwilym Lee. Standing significantly taller than his other bandmates, he was something of an enigma to Heidi.

Rami worked the crowd, getting them more and more riled up and more and more into the music as they drank more and more alcohol. The crowd only calmed when the band played an acoustic number, featuring Gwilym on vocals. His voice was much softer and folkier than Rami’s, but he engaged the crowd immensely nonetheless.

The gig finished with an encore, and slightly sarcastic bows from the men on stage. Heidi made her way through the crowd and flashed her Melody Maker pass, getting through to the backstage area with ease. She found the large room the band had claimed as a dressing room, and walked in. All eyes turned to her as she walked in. What the band saw was a brunette young woman in thigh high boots, a leopard print coat, a stripy dress, and a pint in her hand.

“Hello. You are?” Joe said, moving to shake her hand.

“Heidi Saunders. Melody Maker.” She replied. Plenty of eyebrows raised as she walked into the room and sat down on the battered leather sofa where the bassist had just been sat.

“Did they send you, or are you here by choice?” Ben asked, studying her intensely.

“By choice” Heidi replied, as she felt an arm, Gwilym’s, lie behind her on the back of the sofa. Heidi chatted to them for a while, taking a few notes to help her write her review. Soon enough, drinks started flowing and more people began to appear. Ben’s traditional gaggle of girls arrived, fuelled on good music and white wine. Rami’s girlfriend Lucy, petite and pretty, arrived from the bar with more alcohol, much to her boyfriend’s delight. Joe joked with some of the staff and the roadies, eyeing up one of Ben’s girls with very little success. Gwilym stucks with Heidi as they drank, talking about music and poetry and books and everything both of them held dear.

It was Gwilym who made the first move - the first sloppy, drunken kiss. It hadn’t taken long after that for Heidi to make a place for herself on Gwilym’s lap, pulling on his hair and grinding her hips against his. They were both drunk, but they knew what they were doing. They knew how much they wanted each other. Everybody around them could see it too. After a few minutes of snogging and dry humping like teenagers, Heidi grabbed Gwilym’s hand and dragged him to the ladies toilets. It wouldn’t be classy, it wouldn’t be romantic, but it would be them.

She pulled him into a stall and reconnected their lips. He hoisted her up against the wall and pushed her dress up, pleasantly surprised at the lack of knickers. Her stockings and suspenders stayed put. Her fingers made quick work of his belt, as he bit and sucked at her neck, claiming her as his by leaving a mark. He pulled a condom from his back pocket and slipped it on, never once removing his lips from her neck and chest. He lifted her up slightly, and entered her as she came down. One hand grabbed his hair, and the other the top of the bathroom stall as Gwilym thrusted into her fast, pace ever increasing as he neared his high. He lifted one of her legs so it sat over his shoulder, allowing him better access. She moaned louder and louder as he thrusted harder and harder into her. It wasn’t long before they both reached their high, Heidi biting into Gwilym’s shoulder to stifle her loud moans and exclamations.

Gwilym quickly got rid of the condom and pulled up his trousers, as Heidi fixed her hair somewhat in the mirror, before she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back to the table where they’d been sat, and they resumed their teenage snogging that they’d been doing only 10 minutes before.

They stayed like that for most of the night, only separating when they left the venue and drunkenly stumbled into a taxi directed to Heidi’s flat. They collapsed into bed, passing out before either could say a word of sense.

Heidi woke early the next morning, the sun streaming through the open curtains. She slipped out of bed, doing her best not to wake the man next to her, and sat down at her desk. She took a deep breath and began typing her article about the band on her typewriter.

‘Rami Malek as a frontman is unforgettable. He is young, but with wisdom and stage presence beyond his years. His voice weaves its way through the crowd with immeasurable grace and strength, it’s fragility and power clear in equal measure. He flirts with the crowd, though mainly with his girlfriend, up and coming model Lucy Boynton.

As a man, Malek is sweet, making everybody feel at home and making sure all glasses are filled before he worries about himself. He is obviously the leader of the group, and the rest of the band look up to him the way a young boy would to his father, though of course they all swear impartiality. He is staggeringly ordinary, but also extraordinary.

Gwilym Lee - lead guitarist and resident gentle giant - is engrossed in plucking his strings. He is unimposing despite his 6'2" stature, often wetting his lips with slight flicks of his tongue. His eyes squint slightly when a particularly hard section of the song but breaks into a smile towards the audience and his bandmates when the stress dissipates.

Most importantly, and most attractively, Gwilym Lee is bashful. He has an air of humility that is so utterly endearing that girls and boys can't help but swoon at the sight of his dazzling smile that he hides with a loosely clenched fist.

Joe Mazzello is a subtle but powerful driving force. His fingers fly up and down the fret board, body following the bass line he himself had whipped up. His posture and hand position comes straight from a diagram, but his playing is something filthy. He licks his fingers, swings his bass and hips, and even sends seductive winks to the faceless sea of his admirers, accompanying each deadly move with a poisonously addicting smile. Beneath that seductive air lays a man who is nothing but soft smiles and sarcastic statements. Mazzello's humour is one of a kind; self deprecating, sly and sardonic all at once. It makes him the life of the party, especially paired with his naturally coordinated dancing that compliments music like cheese to wine.

Ben Hardy is something akin to paradoxical. Mazzello, try as he might, cannot come up to par to the raw sexual energy escaping from Hardy's every pore. He puts his heart and soul into hitting each tom, cymbal and snare exactly when needed to, flicking his hair and gasping as though every breath is his last. His muscles ripple with each mighty swing and the men and women around me drool unabashedly, mouths hung open with lust. Offstage, Ben Hardy is the most mild man I've ever met. He is often dismissal with his role, but is obviously secure about it. He shakes hands and introduces himself as simply 'Ben', striking conversations organically and leaving whenever something floats his interesting. In many ways, he could be labelled as simply dull, but a sparkle in his eyes seems to glimmer bright in the overly white lighting of the backstage area. I know for a fact that he is not even remotely drunk - tipsy at most - but the alcohol seems to have a sedative effect to his shot nerves from pure adrenaline.All in all, Ben Hardy is simply beautiful. Scratch that, all of them are beautiful.’

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee x original female character #gwilym lee fanfic #rami malek #lucy boynton #joe mazzello #ben hardy #britpop #britpop au #au #fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody movie #common people

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meshkol · 6 years

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Day 5 of Kinktober 2018: Shotgunning

Tags: shotgunning, marijuana use, drug use, unrequited love, angst

Pairing: Stony

I have no idea where this came from. It was originally going to be WinterIron, but then this just happened. I don't even know. I like it though. Unbeta'd as per usual, and there's no character bashing here, just so you know. Enjoy.

Also read on ao3!

He slips out of the party for fresh air and a moment’s quiet.

He gets why it’s going on of course – they’ve won the war, and everything broken has been repaired, and pardons have been issued, and peace has been achieved – but there’s only so much schmoozing he can do before he uses up his seemingly infinite well of patience and needs to take a moment for himself. That infinite well has been running dry for years because once he’d found out that Bucky was alive, he hadn’t allowed himself to rest or recuperate until he had finally found his best friend, and after that his entire reality had gone to hell. The split with the Avengers over the Accords, needing to always be comforting and a strong leader for the people he had brought down with him, Thanos...it’s been non-stop, and he hasn’t had a moment to himself for years, giving every iota of himself to his team and eventually to the entire universe itself.

But now he can take a moment, suck in a deep breath, rest.

He wanders through the Avengers compound, the dark corridors silent and still under FRIDAY’s watchful eye, and recollects himself, allowing himself this moment where he can just be without having to put on a mask of power and justice and collectedness. It’s nice to just wander around in a place he now calls home, every fibre of carpet and every molecule of air familiar and safe, and not for the first time, he feels bone-deep gratitude that he’s able to be here, with the people he calls family in this facility that makes him feel secure, despite everything that’s been thrown at its inhabitants over the years.

He’s not sure how long he wanders, lost in his thoughts and gathering his mental fortitude to return to the party, when he smells smoke.

He pauses, tense as his sensitive nose breaks down the scent of it, and when he’s convinced that it’s simply the sharp, pungent odour of marijuana, he relaxes, because it means that nothing’s burning. It’s an odd smell in this area of the compound, because the smokers have designated areas with air filtration systems to eliminate odour and this section of the compound – the Avengers training areas – don’t have one of those. Those sections are sequestered near the living areas, the kitchen, and the staff areas, to eliminate a sizable walk for a cig.

It’s even odder here. Only a few people have access to this wing, as it houses and supports the Avengers directly, and none of the Avengers smoke. Well, marijuana at least – he knows that Rhodes enjoys the occasional cigar, and Clint and Tony had partaken in the occasional cigarette back when Tony had been...well, going through everything. Still, Rhodes is a stickler for the rules (and he’d been quite busy with Hope and Sam, all of them remarkably drunk, so he knows that it’s not Rhodes), and the other two are in a better place now, not resorting to vices like drugs and alcohol to cope with the horrors life keeps throwing at them. In any case, he’s never smelt marijuana in the entire Avengers complex, and while he’s certainly for any medication use (including marijuana, courtesy of an hour-long lecture from Sam waxing poetry about how it can help so much for all sorts of people, including war veterans and trauma survivors), he hadn’t been aware that anyone smoked it. Well, other than Tony, but that had been years ago.

Though, now that he thinks about it, Tony had hopped out of the festivities a while back and therefore Tony’s the only one that he’s not currently tracking. It hadn’t been a surprise that Tony hadn’t stayed long; between being sober and the past years of trauma, shoving him in a room full of celebrating, drunken people isn’t exactly the best idea, as Tony had said with his usual, wisecracking nonchalance (laced with self-deprecating humour that Tony tries to hide but doesn’t quite have the strength to anymore). ‘Tempting a sleeping beast,’ he had said, grinning, but the wide smile hadn’t reached his eyes.

Tony doesn’t smile like he used to, and it’s a damn travesty.

Steve Rogers – little, bumbling Stevie, who volunteered for an experiment to win a war and came out looking like he does, but still doesn’t know how to use it all outside of a fight and doesn’t know how to really connect with people without it being about his image – takes a deep breath and follows the scent to the balcony.

He leans against the open glass door for a long moment, just observing. Tony’s the first thing that he notices, leaning over the clear glass balcony and looking out to the distant New York skyline, a blunt in between his almost elegant but strong fingers. Tony’s hard to miss, even in a crowd (always so big, his infamous personality and charm making him seem ten feet tall when he really is just a man, a man who’s been crushed by the weight of the universe and suffered for it), but here, alone in the very-early hours of an autumn morning, he’s utterly poignant. The perimeter lights illuminate him dimly and the smoke is curling round his head like a moth, and he looks so tired in the poor lighting (or maybe he’s simply washed off the expensive concealer that he liberally applies to the dark bags under his eyes). Steve looks him up and down – short, compact body with that lean waist and strong muscles, greying hair getting longer now and slightly curling around his ears, and Steve can’t help but acknowledge for the umpteenth time that Anthony Stark is a handsome man.

It’s always been a tickling thought in the back of his head, wondering what it would be like to touch Tony’s skin and see him shiver, feel him pressed against Steve and Steve licked every millimetre of him, but it’s never been anything too distracting. Tony, despite his clear attractiveness and intelligence, had rubbed Steve the wrong way until he had been forced to examine the reasoning behind Tony’s every action and word, which had nipped any true possibility for attraction in the bud back then. Surprisingly, considering everything, it had been Wanda to explain it to him. ‘I’ve been inside his head, for better or for worse, and for the most terrible purpose,’ she had said quietly, when he had been warring between guilt that he’d destroyed the lives of his family and the anger that Tony hadn’t listened, had fought people he called allies and friends once, had struck at Bucky, for God’s sake, a man who had been through too damn much himself. ‘He suffers, every single day, Steve, and when you live in a spotlight that the whole world is watching, you put on a mask. The mask Stark wears is strong and hard and malleable with long use, but it is just a mask, and you do not know his mind like I do. He is hurting, full of guilt and sorrow, and he fights just as strongly as you to give the illusion that everything will be fine, that everything will be better, even when everything is falling apart around you. I have spent my entire life hating him Steve, but you cannot blame a man for doing what he thinks is right, even if you don’t agree with his actions, and in hindsight perhaps we should agree. However, in the end, he is human, and he is doing the best he can in a world that will do nothing but break him.’

Steve still doesn’t think he’s ever heard words that opened his world so dramatically since he’s come up from the ice.

Steve can see Tony for what he is now: a man who was shaped by traumas both old and new, who was trying to assuage his guilt by seeking oversight and giving reparations, who puts on a face to protect himself in his softest spots, and who overcompensates with sharp humour and tactlessness in order to assure the world that he is strong and unruffled enough to protect the innocent.

Steve gets that, because he does the same thing, albeit with different mechanisms, and that’s probably the reason why they were never able to really bridge the gap back then. God knows it’s been better since joining forces to defeat Thanos, though, now that Steve can see underneath the mask Tony displays to the world, and surprisingly, they’ve come a long way since then. Steve, for the first time since meeting Tony Stark, can safely say that he would give his life for the man, can call him family and have it feel honest.

Though, if Steve’s current respect and affection he as for Tony means that he dreams about taking Tony apart with every trick he’s read about, then it’s not like anyone has to know. It’s not like anything would ever come out of it anyway – Tony wouldn’t touch Steve with a bargepole, and honestly Steve doesn’t really blame him. Even though Steve knows that he’s made some right choices and Tony’s made bad ones, that sometimes he was right and Tony was wrong, it doesn’t change the fact that Steve’s made far more mistakes than Tony has, and maybe Tony’ll truly forgive him for it one day, but Steve can’t blame him if he doesn’t. There are some things that Steve can’t forgive Tony for, so it’s only fair.

Tony Stark is not someone Steve can have, and while he thinks about him too often to be healthy, he’s still at peace with it.

“You curing your asthma?” Steve finally says lightly, after he’s glanced at the silent, dimly illuminated grounds and sees no other living soul around. He’s not surprised by that either; with the revelry going on in the public wing, he can’t imagine that anyone would want to get away from that. Even Natasha is enjoying herself, having a few drinks and as she mends things with Bruce, both of them accepting that that relationship will never bloom now but wanting to remain friends despite everything.

Tony doesn’t jerk or startle with surprise, which figures. FRIDAY had probably told him of Steve’s approach before Steve had even made the conscious decision to journey outside. Instead, he brings the blunt to his lips and takes a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for long seconds before exhaling slowly, the cloud of smoke billowing around his face. Once it’s all but dissipated in the slightly chilled breeze, Tony says in a low murmur, “Must’ve been a hell of a time, growing up in the forties, when they gave you smokes and weed for lung issues and heroin for everything else.”

“It had its moments,” Steve says, then adds, “though a lot more people died back then, from cancer and who knows what else.”

In profile, Tony’s lips quirk, and then he turns to lean against the glass railing so he can face Steve directly. “I can’t imagine you stoned,” he says, chocolate brown eyes scanning Steve’s body as if trying to do just that. It’s oddly exposing, being looked at as if he’s being dissected by Tony’s genius mind, and Steve almost wants to look away and wrap his arms around his body. Tony continues, “Were you paranoid as hell or did you smile more instead?”

Steve purses his lips, trying to work out Tony’s angle, and then huffs. “I’ve never done it, so I wouldn’t know. Does it make you smile more?”

Tony shrugs one shoulder, takes another lingering drag, and then steps forward. His gait is steady and strong, but as Tony gets closer to the brighter lights in the corridor, Steve can see that Tony’s eyes are a bit glassy and bloodshot, even if he doesn’t look worse for wear. He turns when he’s too close and heads to the chairs nestled in a corner, dropping into a chair and draping himself lazily in it. He motions to the other chair pressed against the building as he flicks off accumulated ash into a metal ashtray, and Steve meanders over, relaxing a bit into the white cushions and turning a bit in Tony’s direction.

Finally, Tony admits, “Not really, but I do think really deep thoughts. I can get a remarkable amount of brainstorming done, and God knows I can stomach SI board meeting better. Here, try it.”

“It won’t work,” Steve says, eyeing the proffered blunt. He’s not adverse to smoking – he had used his ‘prescription’ for asthma when he was growing up, not realising that the cigarettes were actually making his health worse, so he’s certainly no stranger to it. He also knows that marijuana is relatively harmless (and it’s not like Steve can get normal illnesses, thanks to the serum, so he’s safe no matter what he decides to put in his body outside of napalm or something) and after hearing Sam’s lecture, he’s all for anyone using it. Knowing Tony, who’s practically allergic to therapy, he’s probably using it to cope, and Steve can’t fault him for that, especially when he could be falling back on his toxic habits of alcohol and prescription drug use. Still, Steve’s pretty immune to pretty much everything, and he doesn’t see the point of trying it if it probably won’t work.

Then again, maybe it would, and maybe the voices in his head screaming at him for the choices he’s made will finally go away for a blessed moment.

He takes it and lifts it to his mouth, pulling deeply and trying not to think about his lips wrapping around something Tony’s own have touched. His lungs are strong enough and his muscle memory vivid enough that he doesn’t cough, and he mimics Tony’s long pause before he blows it out smoothly. It’s weirdly flavourful in his mouth, something very...earthy and sharp. He can’t really explain it, but it’s much nicer than the ashy, bitter flavour of the cigarettes he remembers from the forties, and he smacks his lips as he tries to connect it to something familiar.

“Huh,” Tony says, and he sounds a bit taken aback. His arm is still outstretched towards Steve, fingers lax in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

Steve fights the urge to roll his eyes and brings the blunt back to his lips. He inhales once more, this time the pull a bit hotter and biting as he burns it closer to the end, and reaches to snuff the nub out in the ashtray. He rolls his tongue in his mouth, tasting pleasantly sharp flavour of the smoke, and then exhales as he says, “I might be an old man without a lot of real-life experience, but I know my way around this sort of thing. I’m not nearly as stuffy as you all make me out to be.”

“This coming from the man that made me and Hope shake hands after we got into a bitch-fest and constantly tells us to watch our language,” Tony mutters as he reaches to a small tin on the little table between their chairs. He opens it up, revealing one last blunt, and lifts it to his lips, lighting the end with a deep inhale and offering it to Steve once again. Steve takes it, ignoring the tingle in his hands and his fingers brush Tony’s, and inhales as Tony continues, “Still, it’s weird. Good-weird, I guess, even though I guess I shouldn’t be egging you on, but still weird.”

“You didn’t egg me on, Tony; I’m a grown man capable of making decisions, and we both know that I’m too stubborn to be goaded into something like this,” Steve says around his mouthful of smoke, and he actually quite likes it, the taste and the smell and the way it feels in his lungs. He can’t feel anything, which isn’t surprising, but when he glances over, Tony’s smiling, one of his big grins that brightens his eyes and takes years off his face, and maybe it doesn’t matter that Steve can’t get stoned. He hasn’t seen Tony smile like that in literal years, and he feels a bit lightheaded at the fact that it’s directed toward him of all people.

“You are stubborn. Probably why we drive each other so batshit all the time,” Tony says with a laugh, but there’s something in his eyes as he watches Steve take another drag. If Steve was being gracious, he’d probably call it desire, but it’s probably just appreciation that Steve’s relaxing a bit and letting this private interlude be soft and light instead of heavy and filled with ghosts. Nevertheless, seeing those dark eyes focus on him, bright with amusement but half-lidded and focussed on Steve’s mouth, is actually rather arousing, and he can’t help but swallow thickly as he blows out the smoke. He crosses his legs as naturally as possible, even though he’s certainly not hard, but he still feels the longing in his blood.

“Gimme, you good-for-nothing bastard; you’re hogging my weed,” Tony says and Steve laughs himself, not able to tear his eyes away as Tony wraps those shapely lips around the end and pulls. Tony’s eyes close, long lashes fluttering against his cheek and casting shadows along his face, and Lord, is Tony gorgeous. Perhaps Steve is feeling something, because he feels a bit tingly and lightheaded, but it can’t be, because no painkillers or alcoholic beverage has been able to affect him since the serum.

A flash – Tony on his knees, wide mouth stretched around him, or Steve on his knees instead – of fantasy, and then he has to look away as he jokes back a bit thinly, “You offered, and besides, you’ve had more than I have.”

“I bought it, I smoke it. Get your own green,” he snarks back, and he almost sounds like his old self. He slumps even further into his chair, grin tapered off into a small quirk of his lips, and asks, “Do you ever wonder how it would’ve been if we had started like this, instead of how it did?”

Steve sighs, relaxes back against the soft cushions of his own chair, and replies heavily, “Every single day, Tony. Every single goddamn day.”

He expects a jibe at the language, but instead Tony says quietly, “Me too. I think I could’ve...” He trails off, looking a bit wistful, and Steve wants to hear the rest but he can’t bear the thought of hearing it at the same time. Steve regrets a lot of choices he’s made and stands by the rest, but he can’t stomach knowing what could’ve been had he just opened his eyes sooner, what he’s lost because of the path he walked down. He thinks it would kill him if Tony could have reciprocated even a tiny sliver of the emotion (it’s love Steve, don’t deny it) Steve feels for Tony, had Steve just looked underneath the underneath instead of the bombastic self-defence Tony wears as a second skin.

They sit in silence after that, passing the blunt back and forth, and when it’s almost gone, Tony clears his throat and asks, “Can I do something? To share the last of it, y’know?” Steve tears his eyes away from the silent grounds, something in Tony’s tone making Steve hold his breath, and looks at Tony for a long moment before nodding.

Tony stands, makes his way over to Steve’s front, and then falls to his knees, right in between Steve’s legs. Steve can feel the warmth of him and he shudders at the sensation as well as the sight of Tony, right in front of him, pupils large from the lack of light and the marijuana. “Just once,” Tony murmurs almost absently, as if he’s trying to convince himself of the truth in those words, and then takes the last drag of the blunt before blindly snuffing it out in the ashtray and reaching for Steve.

The first touch of that rough hand is electrifying, and feeling Tony pull him close is almost unbearable. It’s a slow pull, hands cupping Steve’s cheek and bringing them nose-to-nose, and Steve realises what Tony’s trying to do a split-second before it happens: masking the tentative question behind the flimsy excuse of sharing that last drag.

Tony pauses, his nose brushing the side of Steve’s, waiting to see if Steve’s okay with this, waiting to see if Steve will meet him halfway, and oh is Steve more than willing. He lifts his own arms and then wraps his arms around Tony’s neck, pulling him the rest of the way and slotting his lips against Tony’s own.

They open their mouths in unison and then Tony’s blowing the smoke inside, slowly and intimately, and it’s singlehandedly the most intoxicating thing he’s ever experienced in his life. He inhales as Tony exhales, taking it into his lungs, and then he slowly deepens their connection into a proper kiss, holding his breath and he winds his tongue with Tony’s own. Tony groans, his other hand gripping Steve’s thigh for leverage as he leans upwards, mouth and tongue moving so fluidly against his own that it nearly breaks Steve’s heart to know that he’ll never get to have this outside of this single stolen moment.

Steve exhales but he doesn’t break the kiss, the smoke practically non-existent, and he pushes closer, wanting so much to make this moment count. Tony meets him, so much unrestrained passion in his kiss, lips smooth and tasting like smoke, and Steve wants, he wants so much, and he can feel in the shudders of Tony’s body that it’s a mutual longing.

When they finally break apart, both of them panting against each other’s lips, Tony whispers, “That’s what I thought. Thank you.”

“I’m sorry we can’t have more,” Steve breathes, heart aching as he also acknowledges what could’ve been.

“Me too,” Tony says, voice cracking in the middle, and then pulls away with an obvious hesitance, getting to his feet. He looks at Steve, takes in every line and angle of Steve’s body as if committing it to memory, and then smiles, something sad but honest, before he turns and walks away, disappearing back into the compound and once again untouchable.

Steve hurts.

#kinktober #kinktober 2018 #kinktober18 #tony stark #steve rogers #stony #rowan writes #shotgunning #marijuana use #recreational drug use #unrequited love #angst

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anxious-vigil · 6 years

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Misunderstandings (pt 1/5)

Summary: Virgil needs someone to help him through panic attacks, and Logan seems to be the perfect solution. However when he approaches the other side, assumptions are made and soon he's left alone and confused, trying to track down Logic just to ask him where things went wrong. Romantic identity angst fic with like a paragraph of crack at the very end. I've since realised it's also heavily inspired by Platonic by @randomslasher so you should go read that as well if you haven't already. On Ao3 here - http://archiveofourown.org/works/13503786/chapters/30969534

Trigger warnings: Graphic descriptions of panic attacks, mentions of self harm, discussions of sexual/romantic identity, some aro-phobic language, lots of arguing and self-deprecation

Pairings: Analogical, background Royality

Chapter 1

Virgil sank to his knees, breathing heavily. Thomas was about to upload a new short, they were all so proud of the work put into it. He hated that he managed to ruin what should be a moment of satisfaction EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN TIME. Sometimes he really hated how he was, he tried so hard to change, be better, for Thomas, but all the roads seemed to lead back here, him shaking on the floor of his room, struggling to suck in air, scratching at his arms for a distraction. Anything to stop his fear leeching across the connection to Thomas. For a second he considered snapping the connection, just until the video was up, but hey, we all saw how well that went last time, right? Oh yeah, absolutely terribly.

Virgil shut his eyes and gasped at the pang of pure terror. Tears streamed down his face as he shook, grasping for something to ground him. Patton floated into his mind, the smell of cookies, a warm hug, overenthusiastic chatter, the noise, it's overwhelming, the arms are constricting, the smell's too sweet, saccharine, he can't mean it, he's like this to everyone, he's just humouring you, when did his hands start to strangle me? No, not Patton it's NOT HELPING, breathe, just breathe, think of something else, but what?

He snapped his eyes open and stared straight into the gaze of Sally. His posters. Roman. He's been nice...ish lately... though he's rarely seen apart from Patton and anytime him and Roman are alone together it tends to end in a fight. Yelling, a shove, a raised hand, a sword, no, shit, NO, Roman wouldn't, he's not like- the blades coming for you, DUCK!

Virgil's breath stopped, his face wet. A thread of panic had shimmied it's way past his defences and down to Thomas. Roman would be furious, no, stop, don't, think of Thomas, you're not the villain anymore, you need to be better for Thomas, do it for him. A ping of insecurity echoed back from Thomas. Fuck. Think. Keep calm. Breathe. Think rationally. Rationally... Logically...? What did Logan say....? Cognitive distortions? That didn't mean anything to Virgil. He wailed quietly, berating himself for his stupidity, what would Logan say if he could see him now? Idiot. Logan would say you're an idiot, wait, no, too emotional, he'd say that you're acting irrationally, that fans have always liked previous shorts and there's no reason this should be any different. He... he would reassure you and give you that small patient smile and maybe... just maybe, if you were really lucky, he'd open his arms and he'd tell you it was logical to ensure Thomas' well-being through making you feel heard and acknowledged but you'd see the care in his eyes and know it's no chore to him and he might... you might...

A wave of relief and anticipation followed the posting of the short and Virgil's eyes cracked open slowly. He reached back gently and slowly placed his hands over where he swore he could still feel the warmth of Logan's arms. His breathing was steady and the tear tracks were dried on his face. He stumbled over to his desk and found the My NEGATIVE Thinking video, pressing play with shaking fingers. Listening to the soothing voices, following the small but significant leaps of logic, by the end he was almost feeling... calm? He'd stopped shaking anyway. He couldn't remember feeling like this in... a while. It was nice, he thought. Virgil pressed play again, this time focusing on his own expressions, how he fought, wincing at each reminder of how he acted as Anxiety, no wonder Roman used to hate him, but by the end card his pixelated face was smiling softly, even though the cause may have been Logan's slang, not his calming influence. In his past self's defence though, that shit was hilarious.

He'd since purposefully taught Logan some slightly... twisted definitions. Not enough that it was an outright lie, Logan wouldn't forgive him for corrupting facts like that, just perhaps leaving out some of the, uh, subtleties of a word's usage. Roman's reactions were amazing and the best part was that he couldn't even correct Virgil's definitions as they were technically correct.

He pondered his tentative acquaintanceship with Logan. He liked the logical side and his calming presence was often the only thing that got him through group events. He loved hanging out with Pat, especially when he invited Virgil to help bake (Patton wasn't allowed in the kitchen alone after the devastating Incident of 2009) , but sometimes he could get exuberant and overwhelming and wherever Patton was, Roman wasn't far behind, the literal definition of exuberant and overwhelming. (Yes, he's told Logan the fanders were using that definition, and yes the other side has used “that was a bit too Roman” in conversation, and yes, it was AMAZING. Roman sputtered a bit but he wasn't too mad, which was good cos Virgil had been a little worried, ok a lot worried, but not enough to not do it.)

If just a recorded image and a figment of his imagination could keep him calm through a process he'd come to dread, what would a friendship with Logan be like? Virgil resolved to try. He'd be too scared to approach just for his own sake but being more calm would help Thomas as well as himself. Well, that was his excuse, he also just really wanted to see Logan. Still, he'd do anything to keep Thomas safe, play the villain, pull all-nighters crafting carefully designed risk assessments, upset Patton by keeping Thomas inside, argue with Roman even though that sword scared him to death, even leave his room.

As he shuts the door behind him he feels a little of his safety net slip away and flips up his hood to hide behind. “oh, THERE you are Sir-” Roman stops mid-insult and mid-corridor, “uh, friendo. We were beginning to worry.” Virgil turns and hoo boy, yup, Roman's as aggressively cheerful as ever. He seems to almost lighten up the mindscape itself and as a self-proclaimed creature of darkness, Virgil ain't about that. He raises an eyebrow and does his best to bring down the mood. “Sir Friendo? I don't think it's your best by a long shot, young padawan.” “That's not what I- ugh whatever.” Princey's hands flap in an offended manner before settling into a dramatic pose. “What's up with padawan anyway? It's not much better, Bitch Black.” “I'd have thought a Disney fanatic like you would know Star Wars is part of the franchise now and everyone can see that when it comes to clever insults, you are the apprentice and I am the Snark Lord.” Virgil pauses for emphasis. “...padawan.” Roman splutters, staggering as if he's been physically stabbed in the back, “And I was going to be nice! Humph. Well, I suppose, as a prince,” he pulls out a mirror to fix his hair and summons a comb “I can be gracious.” Now he's just checking different angles to make sure his highlight looks bomb from all directions. It does, it's Roman, but Virgil's not gonna be the one to tell him. He waits for a solid minute before realising Princey's not gonna stop gazing into his own eyes anytime soon and clears his throat. “So, uh, the nice thing? Just you know, I'm a busy facet. Got demons to summon, fear to spread, goosebumps to give.” The mirror snaps shut and Roman focuses his intense gaze on what he can see of Virgil's face under the hood. “Fishing for compliments, are we, Virgil-mort?” His smirk softens, posture shifting from confrontational to friendly. “Look, me and Patton,” Patton and I, whispers the Logan in Virgil's mind. “noticed Thomas wasn't really as nervous about posting this time. Sure he had enough anxiety to make sure all the settings were right but he wasn't scared. You really got the balance right.” He lays a soft hand on Virgil's shoulder. “We're proud of you.” The praise settles gently around him like a blanket and he hunches slightly, unused to the warm weight of it.

Roman waits a moment before it becomes clear Virgil's too surprised to react. “I'll let you go spread fear, there's no-one else I'd trust Thomas' safety with.” He grins at the gaping side, pleased to have finally one-upped him, and squeezes past to get to Patton's room. “I... thanks Roman.” Virgil whispers to himself in an empty corridor. He takes a moment to breathe and grins. With the help of his friends, he can do this.

His gaze lands on Logan's door, the smooth, unblemished navy paint standing out at the top of a row of glittery stickers, faded black marred by deep gouges, and intricate illustrations, reminding him why he's standing like a lemon outside his own door. He strides forward and pauses, rehearsing, knock twice, open, say hello, ok go. He knocks once, oh shit, can't do this, uhh crap, time to panic. The door swings open and he looks up at Logan from his slightly hunched posture, his hood falling back and leaving his face exposed. “Ah, Virgil. I wasn't expecting a visit, but, please, come in.” Logan lights up with a warm smile and gestures for him to step over the threshold. Virgil steps forward on autopilot, even as he protests. “Are you sure? If you're busy, I can-” “Virgil.” Logan cuts him off gently but firmly. “If I was busy I would have mentioned it. What is on your mind?” Virgil swallows. He'd planned a friendly outing and he was sure Logan would like it but now he's nervous. Fuck. “Well, uh, I was planning on checking out the memory of that time Thomas went camping and uh, saw the stars,” he chances a glance up and Logan's face has frozen. He speeds up, trying to get his idea out before it's shot down. “You like the stars and uh, I was wondering ifyou'dliketocome. Uh, to the memory... with me.” He clarifies, speaking too much but the silence is awkward and Logan's not looking pleased and oh god, he'd thought this was a GOOD idea. “Cos, um, I don't know much about constellations, and, um...”

“Virgil...” Logan starts. He sighs, walking to look out of the window. “I recognise that I may have given you the wrong idea in the past, I'm not the best with,” He pulls a face. “emotional signals. However, I identify as aromantic and, as such, will not be available for any... dalliances of a less than platonic nature.” Well now Virgil's just confused. He attempts to show Logan acceptance but wonders what this has to do with a star-gazing trip. Unless Logan is trusting him with part of his identity? Maybe they're closer friends than he thought already. “That's, uh, the thing where you don't date people, right? That's, uh, cool, I guess, um...” He trails off, unsure of what Logan wants from him. He just wants to know what the other side thinks of his idea. “So for the star-gazing...?” Logan frowns. “I would not be comfortable going on a romantic outing.” Virgil looks at him with horror. Does he really think Virgil would disrespect his identity like that, just after Logan came out? “No!” Logan starts and looks away from the window for the first time in this conversation. “um, as friends?” He smiles nervously but it fades as Logan shakes his head slowly, returning his gaze outside. “I fear that would not be wise given how it was planned.” Oh. He'd made Logan uncomfortable, hadn't reacted the right way to him opening up, pushed his own agenda when he clearly didn't feel like going out tonight, he was so dumb. “Right.” Virgil murmured, trying to save face through his embarrassment. “Another time?” Logan smiled tightly. “Perhaps.” “Ok. I'll, uh, see you around.” He salutes casually and shuts the door softly behind him. He gets back to his own room and thunks his head against the scarred wood of his door. See you around. They're literally different parts of the same person, who even says that? No wonder Logan doesn't want to be his friend. Too awkward. Too much work. Too much Anxiety. That made him pause, reminded him why he was there in the first place. He couldn't give up this easily, what would Thomas think? He'll show Logan, he's gonna be the best goddamn friend he's ever had.

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