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[ after a few weeks of absence and the complete loss of any and all Commando muses, the mun has decided to reboot Manelli and start fresh again. the rules and about have changed a little but Manelli's still pretty much the same shit he's always been.
NEW BLOG CAN BE FOUND HERE
the mun will soon disappear to bed but new followers will get a short icon starter, provided that we become mutuals again ;) ]
Looking down at himself at the refusal, looking about as put-together as he can be at the moment, he considers where to put the handkerchief now, currently dangling between two pinched fingers. With a shrug, he tosses it away. It’ll be covered by dust and dirt and who-knows-what in a day, and he doesn’t much care about littering.
Shoulder twist to see what Manelli’s up to just as his feet crunch the soil underfoot, and arms brace on his back. His big head leans over, blue eyes flashing, Izzy doesn’t hold back a scoff at the jibe. Didn’t expect his comrade to let it go, but they both know he’s searching in the wrong place if he wants to draw out embarrassment. “Yeah,” he says, almost indulgently. “On top o’ the world. Feelin’ better now you got to watch?”
Manelli's not even sure if this is about embarrassment. Some teasing, yeah, sure, but he knows Izzy well enough to be fully aware of his personal no shame policy. Part of why he likes the guy so much. "Tremendously." A smirk, a wink and he feels tempted to reach down and pull those pants a little higher, only to mock Izzy. He doesn't though, simply entwines his own fingers in front of Izzy's chest instead in a very loose hug.
"Seriously though, paint a billboard next time. I'd really like to see that show from the beginning." There's something odd in his voice. Something cheeky, predatory even- surely something Izzy hasn't heard before. Manelli's always been the king of ambiguity but it's never been so bad before.
CACTUS
CACTUS: How different are you when you’re drunk?
"Not an awful lot, I think?"
Manelli’s shameless by default, touchy-feely as well, outspoken and provocative. He’s a fun-drunk but a fun-sober too.
"I usually fall asleep quicker when I’m really, really plastered."
JADE
JADE: Describe your perfect date!
"My perfect date?"
The idea of a date alone has him scrunch up his nose a little. Manelli can do dates. Easily. Only that he usually doesn't like them very much since date always indicates a silent promise of something bigger following. The dreaded r-word he hates so much. And he's inclined to go with the usual restaurant, movies, take her home, fuck her real good but something is holding him back.
"Stayin' home, watchin' a movie on the couch with a beer and a nice meal. That's a perfect date. I'm not the date kind'a guy though."
Only his closest friends will know that he doesn't really take people on dates. He plays charade, puts on a show and tricks the people he wants to sleep with into his acts. But no date he's ever been on was real.
”I have plenty to worry about, thank you.”
Like getting her straight A’s. Which she can do with her eyes closed. Or getting the attention of Jack but knowing he’s too busy flirting with that stupid blonde bitch over there to pay attention to her. That’s fine. She has Dino… It’s not Jack and she hates it. Anyways. Water. Sipping. No Jack.
“I think until I decide to go to a party water’ll be just fine.”
"Sorry for being so blunt, bambina, but you're acting a lil much stick-in-the-mud-ish right now."
A reasonable person might consider this questionable remark as insulting. Far from a reasonable person though, Dino finds himself rather concerned and is - by now - convinced that poor Peggy needs some form of salvation via alcohol and possibly a good time between the sheets. Not with him, necessarily, but somebody other than her equally stuck-up boyfriend.
"What's the worst that could happen? That you actually have some fun time outside the rules of your sorority? Heaven forbid!"
EPHEMERAL, OCTOPUS, SNAILS
EPHEMERAL: What would you do if you could live one day without consequences?
"Nothing extraordinary, I guess."
He really could do anything. Break the law, live at the limit, chase one rush after the other, maybe even murder someone without proper consequences. There's one thing about this little list though and it puts a smirk on his lips.
"I live every day as if there were no consequences already."
OCTOPUS: How easily are you bored?
"Very! Very easily."
Most times, Manelli is comparable to a five year old with ADHD. Always busy, always bustling around, fingers always fidgeting with something and brain running on full power all day. Being with him is like herding cats most days.
"And trust me, you don't want to be around me when I'm bored. Gotta find various ways to entertain myself then and some, well-
--let's say they've ended quite badly for other people."
SNAILS: What do you like to take your time with?
"My work."
Manelli takes pride in a lot of things but his work, undoubtedly, takes the top position there. After 80+ years of practice, he is one of the best at what he does after all.
"Forgery, though some people deny it, is a form of art after all. And perfection takes time. Hours and hours of hard work and I enjoy every single one."
The both of them are very aware that Izzy doesn’t do well with provocation, and Manelli uses that against him more than anyone else in the world. It’s a much of a muchness really, though, because the end product gets all parties exactly what they want - and Manelli will be walking out bowlegged.
Izzy turns with gusto once the door shuts behind them, fully intent on quieting that stupid amused snicker, but he’s cut off early by the warm body pressing him against it and the lips rough on his. The don’t kiss like lovers; they kiss like they’re hungry, like they’re trying to tease and hurt at the same time. Hands fist in Manelli’s hair as his pants and briefs are made short work of, falling to his ankles. At some point he knows he’ll have to step out of them, but Dino’s hands are around his cock again, and thinking gets fairly difficult. The back of his head definitely thuds against the door behind him, and he moans into their kiss when teasing little movements turn to long, luxurious strokes.
Manelli is going to glorify in his submission, but since Izzy full intends to fuck him legless before they leave this room, he’ll let him have what he wants.
What he wants is a little further below, momentarily firlmy in his grip and growing harder with every stroke. It's not just the fact that he triggers this reaction in Izzy, that has him smirk against the other's lips. It's the fingers in his hair, the small moans he elicits from his lover and the secrecy of this little get-together in a friggin storeroom. Mouth curled into a smirk, he playfully bites Izzy's lower lip before moving on, breathing kisses on his cheek and jaw and down his neck, only to bite down at the rough skin once again.
There's a curious glint in his blue eyes; he studies Izzy's face for a moment, the smirk growing a tad wider and after one more rattle at the door to make sure he's locked it properly, Dino simply drops to his knees.
Yep, exactly what he wants.
A tongue darts out, almost delicately licking over the tip of Izzy's cock but the blond would know that this caution doesn't last. Dream of Manelli walking bowlegged all you want, Izzy. The Italian obviously has other plans right now. Plans that involve him wrapping his lips around his friend's cock and boldly finding out how much of it he can swallow without choking on it. Hint: enough to make a man believe that Manelli hadn't just been a regular actor before the war.
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The one thing Dino had always been good at was making Jac feel normal. When she was with him, she wasn’t thinking about the vampire thing…or what happened with Master Man or even Brian’s death. No. That’s not true. She sometimes thought about Brian’s death. But only because Brian had liked the Italian…thought him and Jack better friends than either would ever admit to. So occasionally a pang ran through Jacqueline when she realized he wouldn’t be there to tell her story too later.
Like now. She just knew Manelli would love Bijou. Knew it. There was no way he wouldn’t.
With a smile, she took Dino’s arm, allowing herself to be ushered across the floor. “I feel there should be some joke in here about how I never drink wine…but as that’s not true, I won’t make it. However, tonight seems like a Cosmo type night.”
"A Cosmo type night?" Now if a drink could make promises, a Cosmopolitan usually promised a damn good night, if not for the both of them then at least for Jackie alone. It was one if those I want to stylishly get drunk drinks and Manelli was more than happy to deliver just that. "A Cosmo for the lady then and a martini for me." He flashed a smile at the barkeeper and only then took his time to properly glance around the club.
Jac, of course, had been right. He loved Bijou.
The right music, the right crowd, the right drinks, the right level of exclusivity. Not one of those places where one got drunk off their ass, no, people in here had class. And a certain image to maintain. "So, at the risk of sounding painfully fuckin' dull-", the cheeky smirk firmly planted itself on his lips and he tilted the hat a little. "Come here often, milady?"
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Early mornings only happen in the house when they celebrated through the night and are still to hyper to go to sleep. Such is the case with Dino right now, sitting on the front porch at 6am and wondering if cornflakes and rum tastes as bad as he imagines. After a few minutes of pondering he’s half prepared to try it but of course someone has to distract him from this deeply philosophical questions and of course that someone has to be Izzy.
Comfortable. On his lap. With Dino’s hands finding his waist quite quickly for no particular reason at all.
"You know you’re wearin’ way too many clothes to be sittin’ here, man."
"Ain’t callin’ you a truther."
Izzy’s about willing to call Dino anything he wants when a warm hand slips down to cup his ass, because it’s nice and comfortable and familiar in the early morning sun. His lips just about make it to Dino’s neck before he’s speaking again, glancing up with interest because that dangerous tone of voice juxtaposed with those damn baby blues goes straight to his cock - and fuck. Izzy near groans, hips rocking forward, fingers tightening in Dino’s hair and eyes slipping closed for a second at the damn beautiful thought of it. “A hundred bucks if you can make one of ‘em trip over in shock.”
Being equally rotten's always been a good basis for a friendship, right? Especially when said friendship occasionally moves to a bit of a fuckbuddy situation that could lead to outraging sex on the porch. "Guess you ain't the truther here, pal. Where'd you get hundred bucks from?"
Dino's still more than happy to take the bet and it shows in the grip on Izzy's ass growing a little stronger and him pulling the blond further into his lap, hips thrusting up to meet his crotch. They had done it out here before but in the middle of the night and without much of a risk of other people passing by and seeing them. Adds an extra thrill to the whole thing to be honest. Lips meet Izzy's again and while the first few kisses had been a matter of fun and games, this one's clearly set to turn on.
Izzy can’t remember the last time he’s taken being snapped at by his comrade seriously - not when he knows it’s just out of worry. Not, of course, that he wouldn’t rib on Manelli if the man were to look deep into his eyes and tell him he didn’t want to see him, or any of the boys hurt. He’d probably have a different reaction, if truth was told, but he wasn’t thinking about that right now.
The nut hits his shoulder and bounces under the bunk somewhere, making him snigger at the poor attempt at payback. There’d be worse later, he assumed, but for now he’s hurt and he gets to reap the benefits of that.
"Gonna need to change ‘em much sooner than that, ‘cause I needa have a shower still," he says, belatedly realising he’s filthy and kind of bedraggled after a good hour spent in pouring rain. Cleanliness has never been high on his priority list.
"Are you fucking shittin' me?!" There we go, another snap. Due to actual annoyance this time and less due to worries he wouldn't admit to anyway. The fact that Izzy doesn't give a flying fuck about personal hygiene most days doesn't phase Manelli anymore. The bastard looks rough, dirty occasionally, could possibly smell of musk and man most days and while Dino usually isn't drawn to the whole caveman attire, he finds himself strangely attracted to an oil-stained and filthy Izzy.
That level of stupidity is one massive turn-off though.
Manelli scowls at Izzy for a moment, assessing whether or not he wants to leave him in his filth and not bother with helping him ever again - yes, the drama llama streak is strong with this one occasionally - but eventually rolls his blue eyes and heaves himself off his bunk again. "C'mon, get your raunchy ass up. I won't share my tent with a smelly hog like yourself." There's no bite in his tone, no offense really. Just a tad of impatience, mixed with some amusement. The nursing and stitching up hasn't been an awful lot of fun but Izzy would at least get to pay him with his naked body for it. So he offers a hand to pull his comrade to his feet and then drag him on to the showers.
POISON IVY
POISON IVY: What makes your skin crawl?
"Huh-
--not a lot, I think."
Death? No, not really. Torture, war, pain, gore- nah, been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Injustice? Lies? Betrayal? For one, it sounds terribly corny and two, he makes a living with two out of those things. There honestly isn't a lot that makes Dino Manelli's skin crawl properly.
"Bad coffee and poor personal hygiene probably. Especially the latter. Greasy hair, uncut fingernails, proliferation down under- jeez, just thinkin' about it makes me wanna shower."
CURIOSITY IS NATURAL! So, send me one of the following words;
AMETHYST: Tell us a secret
APPLE: How often do you visit the doctor?
AXELOTL: What is you main weakness?
BARK: Start a conversation with the next 5 people on your dashboard
BEES: What could you not live without?
BRACKISH: Can you skip rocks?
CACTUS: How different are you when you’re drunk?
CHRYSALIS: Describe your best friend
CORAL: Do you have any pets?
DAISIES: Have you ever been to a funeral?
DESERT: What’s your favourite drink?
DEW: What is your morning routine?
EARTHQUAKE: Who has had the biggest impact on your life thus far?
EPHEMERAL: What would you do if you could live one day without consequences?
ETHEREAL: Do you believe that there is an afterlife?
EMU: Can you do a handstand?
FALLOW: Have you ever broken a mirror?
FEATHERS: How many tattoos do you have?
FOX: Have you ever bitten anyone?
FRESH: Do you prefer showers or baths?
GALE: Are you ticklish?
GORILLA: Are you short-tempered?
GRASS: What would be you perfect night out?
HILLS: Can you roll your tongue?
HONEY: Tell us your favourite pick up line
HURRICANE: Are you good at sharing things?
IGUANA: Tell us a funny story!
IRIDESCENT: Who was the last person you texted?
JADE: Describe your perfect date!
JUNIPER: How many piercings do you have?
JURASSIC: How old are you?
KALEIDOSCOPE: Have you ever dyed your hair and what colour would you dye it if you could?
KELP: Describe your ex
LAGOON: Can you swim?
LAVENDER: Tell us a story from when you were young!
LIONESS: What is your favourite outfit?
MINERALS: What is your favourite meal?
MOUNTAINS: Post a picture of your favourite view
MUSHROOM: What are you allergic to?
NECTAR: What is your favourite sweet food?
NIGHTSHADE: What was your last nightmare?
OASIS: What would your perfect day consist of?
OCTOPUS: How easily are you bored?
OLIVE: What happened yesterday?
PETALS: What is your biggest fear?
PENGUIN: Have you ever proposed/been proposed to?
POISON IVY: What makes your skin crawl?
QUACK: When did you last laugh?
QUEEN: What are you preferred pronouns?
QUERCITRON: Do you have any siblings?
RAINBOW: Describe your ideal partner
ROOT: Is home where the heart is?
RUBY: How much jewellery do you wear?
SEAWEED: What is your biggest regret?
SKY: What is your biggest fear?
SNAILS: What do you like to take your time with?
SPIDERS: What was your proudest moment?
THORNS: What is your relationship with your family?
TWIG: Compliment the next 3 people on your dashboard
UNICORNS: What is your favourite pet name?
URCHIN: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
VALLEY: Where would you like to visit in the world?
VINE: How tall are you?
VISTA: Post a picture of yourself
WAVES: What was the last party you went to like?
WEEPING WILLOW: When did you last cry?
WINTER: Do you like hot drinks?
XEME: What is the silliest noise you can make?
XYLOCARP: Do you smoke?
XYRIS: What is your best dish?
YAKOW: What is you favourite book?
YEANLING Do you feel young or old?
ZEBRA: Which do you prefer, tea or coffee?
ZEMNI: Would you rather lose your hearing or your sight?
which Avenger do you think would Manelli get along with best?
[ well, he's a pretty easy going guy so. . . Steve, obviously. probably followed closely by Natasha and Tony.
god, Manelli and Stark together. I already feel sorry for all the poor SHIELD interns that cross their path ]
would the mun ship Manelli with Banner? :)
[ . . .a request most likely having to do with "The Normal Heart" I guess?
I haven't seen the movie and don't plan on seeing it but simple reply to that question is no. a) I currently don't have a Bruce Banner to RP with, not even talking about one I could talk shippy things with and b) I don't see Manelli and Banner getting along like that at all. Manelli is a walking pest, one who avoids complicated things like the plague. And Bruce is one big pile of complicated, ranging in size, granted, but none of them are easy.
So, sorry, but no I wouldn't ship them ]
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A ruse. A nice one, granted, but still nothing but a ruse. And frankly, his Italian pride hurts a little at the thought of being abused like that. She could've told him. Bring him into the loop to get a real good game out of this instead of trying to play him like a puppet on a string. Never works, not with an unmatched con like Manelli.
Glass in hand and smirk on his face, he watches her watching the Captain talking to Peggy and he's not quite sure if it's sympathy for the girl or the wish to just throw America's Golden Boy off track but he deems it time to move on from the petty flirting. "Drink up." A confused glance, but she does, good girl that she is, and the moment her glass sits on the counter again, he's caught her cheek in a gentle grip. Push me away if you want, but trust me, this'll work.
The kiss is soft. Affectionate almost - a kiss that lovers would share. Slow, delicate and deep. The chatter of the Commandos dies, so does the talk Steve has with Peggy and he tries hard not to smirk against her lips. There's Sicilian charm seeping into this kiss, fingers caressing her cheek and neck like an experienced inamorato would and when he pulls away again, there's a cheeky glint in his blue eyes. "Now you got that attention you wanted." Low, quiet and way too amused.
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