#like probably ever but 14 is way too young for any of that

[tennis-kittens]

Vamos, Rafa !

As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.

Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me – a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could.

On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game – even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.

And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.

OK maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was – until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you – about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday – it wasn’t just hype.

We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including the 14 French Opens – historic! You made Spain proud… you made the whole tennis world proud.

I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up.

I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there but I didn’t want to miss it.

And then there was London – the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side – not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.

Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will take when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.

Rafa that!

Best always, your fan,

Roger Federer

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

If a sane/politically adept blonde Joffrey won a Great Council against Stannis and Renly and convinces the realm he’s legitimate, what would happen afterwards? Would Stannis and Renly give up or keep trying for the throne? What could they do after having lost stare decisis before the whole realm?

Sorry, I don't think Joffrey would win a Great Council even if he were "sane/politically adept". He's 13, and Great Councils have shown bias against child-age candidates before, much preferring mature men who could rule with no need for a regency. See Laenor (age 7) vs Viserys (26) at the Great Council of 101 AC, or Maegor (1) and Vaella (11) vs Aegon (33) at the GC of 233 AC.

Joffrey would have to be as strong a political personality as Daeron the Young Dragon (who took the throne without a regent at age 14, though that decision may also have been from his uncle Viserys's terrible memories of Aegon III's regency), and I doubt any child of Cersei and Robert could ever approach that level. (Not a nature argument but a nurture one, alas.) Even Robert didn't accomplish his great deeds until the age of 20-21. And Joffrey's counterpart, Robb Stark, was at least 15 when he was acclaimed as king by his bannermen, and he had already won an important battle and showed his worth and maturity. And note though Robb had no legitimacy questions, he did still have to deal with his young age causing doubt among his bannermen.

Maybe in the AU of GRRM's original concept letter, where Joffrey does take the battlefield, he could prove his worth to a Great Council? Although there Joffrey (who was probably a bit older) lost in battle to Robb (and got maimed) and was likely assassinated by Jaime afterwards, so, uh, maybe not.

Anyway. I think the only way even a political/military genius young Joffrey could come close to winning a GC versus the bias is if Tywin bribed all the lords. Which he would have to do heavily, and there's enough lords with true honor (a few, but enough) to reject it and also spread the news of bribery. (Bad ending #2!)

Though either way, there's reasons Renly rejected the idea of a Great Council out of hand. Both he and Stannis would likely refuse to attend in the first place (the same way Rhaenyra refused a GC for her own succession situation). And with both Baratheons' allies also refusing to attend (including the Tyrells, Hightowers, Velaryons, all of the stormlords, etc), there would be no true Great Council to begin with. Sometimes political hypotheticals are just impossible on too many levels to speculate further, I'm afraid.

[radfae]

[flamingpudding]

Bat dad meet Ghost dad

Several years earlier....

"JAAAAAAZZZZZZZZ!" Danny flew excited through the Ghost Zone with a little kid in his arms rushing past some of his former rogues as he made a B-Line for his sister that happened to be in the Zone too, currently in a deep conversation with Frostbite about something Danny hadn't cared to pay attention to long enough. But right now he had exciting news he really wanted to share with his sister. Even now as adults Danny tented to live out his childishness whenever he could especially when he and his family went into the Ghost Zone.

The Halfa came to a screeching halt as he grined brightly at his sister who looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, slightly amused at her younger brothers giddiness. "What is it Danny?"

"I got a son now!" Danny declared happily holding up a young ghost teen by the armpits into his sisters face.

The 'son' in Danny's hands stared at Jazz blinking owlishly as if the teen boy still needed a moment to catch up with what was going on and Jazz blinked back at the ghost and then at Danny. That was not a child but a teen ghost. Going by the size the kid was probably around 14 or 15 and he looked very much traumatised and Jazz could not tell if that was because of Danny or because of how the teen possible died.

"Danny what did you-" Her brother did not let her finish her question as he started rambling excitedly.

"He is a baby ghost Jazz! Look how young he is! I found him floating around aimlessly, his hunt hasn't even fully formed yet and when i picked him up there was that instant connection! You know the same-"

"Danny."

"I have with Clockwork and Pandora! I instantly knew he was mine! Mine to protect! Mine to guide! When I saw him I swear I just knew, I ghost adopted him the moment I made contact! He is family Jazz-"

"Danny."

"I just know he belongs with us! Look at him and tell me he doesn't have Fenton charms! I am sure Dan and Dani will love him too! He is such a cute little ghost! There is so much I can teach him! I will be the best dad ever to this wonderful little baby ghost! And-"

"Daniel William James Fenton!"

Danny bite his tongue instantly silenced when Jazz pulled out the full name call. Both him and the teen in his arms stared at her a bit shell shocked and in that moment Jazz couldn't help but hide a small amused smile at how similar Danny and the teen in his arms looked when they stared at her.

"Did you explain any of this to him?" She indicated to the teen, who's name she by the way still didn't know. Danny at least had the curtesy to look a little ashamed as Jazz pointed that out and let go of the teen so they could float on their own. She sighed with a fond smile before looking at the teen that looked a bit unsure between her and Danny now.

"What's your name?" She asked them with a friendly and encouraging smile.

"Jason...."

Current time...

Jason was in a little bit of a predicament. Originally he really thought he never would end up in this kind of situation espacially since he didn't think he would patch up things with Bruce any time soon. But we'll here he was...

Life liked proofing him wrong.

Like with he fact that Jason could use a ghost wail in dire situation. And that something like that would naturally call his ghost dad onto the scene since he collapsed after it.

And like with how he woke up in the bat caves med bay with both Danny and Bruce standing over him and glaring at each other. Or at least he thought they were glaring at each other that looked like a pretty annoyed stare in his eyes from Danny and Bruce's jaw was really tense from what was visible and not covered by his cowl.

So all Jason could do was endure at the moment. Aaaaand refuse to make eye contact with any of his present siblings. Mainly Dick because he wasn't sure how to interpret the others' smiles. For a moment Jason wondered if he could hide out in his ghost-dad's castle in the Ghost Zone for a while until whatever storm was brewing with Bruce was over.

There was also a moment in which Jason wondered if there could have been anything done to avoid this... confrontation(?). Before feeling the need to face palm because his Aunt that sort of has been giving him free therapy told him repeatedly that communication was key. He never regretted not listening to her more than he was right now.

To be fair. Communication with Bruce espacially hadn't been his strong suit for a while now before and after his death.

"So you are his Bat-Dad?" Jason did not like the way Danny, his ghost dad was using the word 'dad' right now. Oh good was he trying to challenge Bruce?

"And you are his Ghost-Dad?" Bruce grunted, oh now Jason was sure Bruce was giving Danny a glare, and Danny was getting that protective look in his eyes Jason was all to familiar with from his time as a dead baby ghost.

He groaned loudly sinking lower onto the medbed. Why did these things always have to happen to him? At least he was lucky that his Ghost Aunt and Uncle didn't show up too.

[nebuliias]

— hope is a thing with feathers!

ft. sunday and robin as your older siblings (headcannons)

cw: youngest sibling in the fam, gn! reader, family fluff, reader is between ages 12-14, PLATONIC, i went silly on some of them, reader is a halovian but no specified appearance other than halo and wings

a/n’s note: sunday and robin’s relationship mean sm to me its not even funny like HOYO PLZ MAKE THEM REUNITE I WILL SCREAM IF THEY DONT :((( honestly wish i had them as family yk

SUNDAY:

— even though he’s the leader of penacony and doesn’t have time to always spend time with you, sunday always makes up for it when he can.

— if you ever need help with an essay or math homework, he’ll assist you with it. even if it’s fucking 2+2, bro would still help you. heck at this point, he’ll do the whole worksheet for you. sunday loves you that much dawg.

— sunday would be rlly supportive for you, no matter what!! he’d encourage you to pursue your dreams, whether that’s becoming a nameless, a performer for the iris family, or something else entirely, he’ll be there alongside you every step of the way :3

— he’d be a bit strict with you, since you’re still young. would probably give you a curfew for when its night, like making you go to bed at 9pm at least. maybe a little later on the weekends. (does time even exist in the dreamscape i dont remember.)

— if you ask sunday VERY politely, (he’ll still oblige), he’ll sing you a lullaby for when you have trouble sleeping. tuck your blanket under your chin too while he’s at it, hehehe.

— LMAO IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME but imagine you’re dating someone and introduce sunday to your significant other, I FEEL LIKE HE’D BE POLITE AND ALL THAT BUT AS SOON AS YALL DILLY DALLY OR WTV HE’D BE GIVING THEM SIDE GLANCES EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE.

— like i said, he IS protective of you and will go on a rampage if they’re toxic or hurtful to you. :)

— btw, if you watched robin’s trailer, you can catch a glimpse of sunday polishing her halo. and yes, he would polish your halo too, since you’re also halovian, sometimes even preen your wings too if he’s not too busy.

— if you take band or theatre arts in school or figure skating, acrobatics or just SOMETHING that includes performances, sunday doesn’t give a shit if he has something to do, he will find a way to go to every single one bc he doesn’t wanna disappoint you as an older brother :(

— pats your head. a lot. literally a mom-sibling, you can’t tell me otherwise. will occasionally pick your outfits and asks for your opinion before you go out or make sure your school uniform is crisp and unwrinkled. (if your school has uniforms.)

— overall, sunday is a doting and compassionate older brother. he loves you with his whole being. <3

ROBIN:

— the best, nicest, loving, caring older sister you will ever have in your entire lifespan.

— like sunday, she would help you in any way possible. but she’s not the best when it comes to math homework :(( if you want, she’ll give you a pep talk though!! and trust me, robin gives out the best ad most encouraging pep talks ever like..

— if you do something hella devious, even if its 101% your fault, she’d side with you no matter what. this girl hardly gets to be silly due to her superstar reputation but when she has the chance, plz just let her be. (yall can be devious together.)

— would brush your hair for you!! it doesn’t matter whether you have short or long ass rapunzel-looking hair, she will somehow find a way to style it.

— definitely sang you songs during your childhood, and she still does! robin would hum a tune when you can’t sleep, or you simply just wanna destress and don’t feel like doing anything else. <3

— also like sunday, since she travels a lot, she’ll always make up for the lost time by brinking trinkets and gifts, maybe even bring you along with her during her one of her tours!

— also incredibly supportive in your passions! want to become a performer like her? she’ll be there rooting for you on the sidelines! wanna learn to sing and follow in her footsteps? sure, she’ll gladly teach you for free! (not like you had to pay anyway teehee.)

— robin would be somewhat protective of you as well, just not too strictly. after all, you should experience as much of the outside world as you can. 🎀

— i feel like she’s a horrible money spender.. (same..) if robin sees you glance at a piece of jewelry or smth hella expensive for 0.00001 nanoseconds, suddenly it’s in a gift bag at your desk when you get home from school with a little note from her along with some pastries she thought you’d like.

— if you gift her something, whether its handmade or you bought it with your own money, chances are she’ll keep it for the rest of eternity and repay you with a gift of her choice as well!!

— overall, robin is a sweet and soft older sister and is always there for you, no matter the distance that separates you!

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[bethanydelleman]

George Wickham isn't bad in that way (which is the best thing I can say about him)

A lot of online discussions label Wickham from Pride & Prejudice as a pedophile because both of his victims, Georgiana Darcy and Lydia Bennet, were 15/16 years old. However, I am very certain this was not Jane Austen's point, and it also papers over the big differences between Georgiana's and Lydia's cases.

(This post isn't graphic but I'll put the rest under the jump)

Firstly, Georgiana's age was about her vulnerability to manipulation, not attraction. If Georgiana was older and out, she probably would have not fallen for Wickham and agreed to run away because she would have had other competing choices and more information about the engagement and marriage process. The time is chosen because she is ignorant, under the care of someone who is willing to betray her, and Wickham wants her money. I'm pretty sure he would have gone for her fortune even if he was adverse to her appearance.

Secondly, Lydia runs away with Wickham because she is following her mother's misguided, "husband at any cost" philosophy, there is no evidence in the book that this was a premeditated plan of his. The plot to elope with Georgiana was premeditated, but from everything in the book, Wickham was running away from debt and brought Lydia along for funsies because she offered. The point of Lydia's elopement is that she was too young, too ignorant, and not well protected. Her parents made a huge error in judgment allowing her to go to a place where she might fall victim to something like this. If it wasn't Wickham, it could have easily have been someone else, like Willoughby, almost the same thing happens to Eliza Williams under nearly the same circumstances.

Thirdly, the age of consent was 14 at the time and Lydia at least was "out". So culturally, he's going for people who would be considered "women" though most people at the time also would have thought they were marrying too early. So many people in the novel say Lydia is too young. (The average age of first marriage was 23.4 (Women's History of Britian, 2005)). Also, I think Jane Austen, who rarely describes anyone in detail, going out of her way to make Lydia the tallest of the sisters and also describing Georgiana as very tall, and describing both of them as fully developed, was her making the point that this wasn't Wickham having an attraction to prepubescent girls. Not that liking barely legal girls is great, but it's more like a modern guy dating 18 year olds when he's 30, more icky than illegal.

It was about how girls who are too young are far more vulnerable to mistakes, empty promises, and manipulation.

So yeah, Wickham is the worst, but he's not that bad. This is the most I will ever say in his defence. I hold out a fond hope that he died in battle and Lydia gets a second chance at life. Or ran like the coward he is and then was court marshalled.

[foreverurs222]

'babysitting' the Kaulitz twins °. 2003

₊‧.°.⋆ fluff ⋆.°.‧₊

your mother and the twins' mother are friends. When Miss Kaulitz wants to go on a trip with her boyfriend for the weekend, you are asked to look after her sons.

You don't really feel like it. You know Bill and Tom and you are well aware that they can be quite mischievous and naughty and constantly get into some kind of trouble. But your mother sends you over and now you have to spend the weekend with the little twins.

When you arrive, you sit down on the sofa, annoyed, and turn on the TV. The twins instantly come running up to you. Tom grins cheekily “I heard you really wanted to spend the weekend with us”

You roll your eyes “I think you've misunderstood something, little buddy. I'm here to babysit”

Tom tilts his head a little “and that means…” you sigh as you try to concentrate on the TV “that means you are a baby and I am going to sit around”

Bill chuckles a little mischievously and gives his brother a punch in the side “did you hear that? you're a baby”

Tom furrows his eyebrows “I'm not a baby. I'm almost a man”.

You're still trying to concentrate on the TV while the twins tease each other. “I don't see no man here…” you mumble, a little annoyed. Tom looks back and forth between you and Bill. Bill grins “'Told you so”

Tom snorts in annoyance "ok, whatever" he turns towards the tv and turns it off "no tv. Mom said we have to save electricity"

You sigh and chew on your bottom lip "alright guys, what then? you wanna... I don't know, play outside?"

Tom acts all cocky "I got a bed. We can play in there"

You shake your head in disbelief and get off the sofa "careful little buddy, you're way too young to be talking about any of that"

Tom acts like he's sooo grown and tilts his head a little "hm? I'm almost 14. So I'm almost 16 and that means I'm almost 18, so I'm about your age"

You can't help but giggle at this logic. Awww, he's such a little cutie. You take a step forward and pat him encouragingly on the shoulder "yeah sure. And if you keep aging this fast in a matter of seconds, we might as well say you're almost 80 too and then Bill and I would have to start asking around to find a place for you in an old people's home"

Bill breaks out laughing as Tom shakes your hand off his shoulder and frowns at you "not funny..." he grumbles.

you smile at the twins "ok, serious now. What do you want to do? We gotta do something"

Bill grins: “You know, Tom and I have a band. We play real songs and are extremely popular. We have 10,000 fans”

Tom clears his throat and pokes his brother in the side: "more like 10 fans…" you raise an eyebrow. so these two kids have a band now? cute, but what does ‘real songs’ mean to Bill?

you shrug your shoulders ”so are you going to play me something or what?”

Bill grins again: “of course!” Tom, however, chews on his lower lip a little sheepishly: “uhhhh…. well, half the band is missing. And Bill isn't a particularly good singer, so don't expect too much now…”

Bill gasps in offense “hey, you sing then, Tom!”

Tom quickly acts as if he would ever dare to do that “well, so… we all know I sing best here. but out of … reasons… I can't sing at the moment. Um… I have to rest my golden voice”

Bill and you burst out laughing, Tom grins a little proudly.

After a while you remember that the twins probably have to do something for school "say, don't you two have any homework?"

Bill's eyes widen slightly and he quickly diverts from the topic: "Uhhh, I know what we're doing next. We're writing a new song for our band. It's really super important, we can't put it off”

Tom nods and makes a very innocent face: "Exactly. That has to be done. Super urgent. The fans… They're waiting. We can't leave them hanging” You look at the boys, a little confused: "all 10 fans are waiting? Huh? Do you have homework or not?” Bill distracts you again: “10 fans, 10,000 fans, what's the difference? They're eagerly waiting for a new hit. Come on” Bill takes you by the hand and you follow the twins to the kitchen table.

Tom gives you a pencil and Bill places a block in front you. Tom grins: "Well, get started then"

you look back and forth between the twins with a look of surprise "Me?" Bill smirks at his brother: "Not so easy, huh? Well, not everyone is a musical genius."

Tom grins back and the brothers give each other a big high five.

You smile, thinking the twins are adorable: "Ok you two, i'll write it down and you think about the lyrics. then the next hit should be ready in the next few minutes, riiiight?"

Tom immediately backtracks a little: "Uh, it was mostly Bill's idea anyway. Don't look at me!" Bill rolls his eyes: “pff typical. What I wouldn't do to work with professionals for once” Tom snorts: “Yeah, me too!” You try to stifle a giggle at their little argument. Bill sighs. "Well, let me think for a moment. I'm only doing all this for our countless fans!" The three of you work on new songs, most of the ideas originate from Bill, and Tom and you only throw in a few words occasionally. The results are… ok. And the twins complain that your handwriting is soooo hard to read. As if.

You then make a few sandwiches together and have dinner. Later you put the twins to bed, although they whine that they're waaaay too old to be put to bed and they're not at aaaaall tired yet. They have to go to bed anyway. You sit down in the living room and read some tabloid you bought after school yesterday. After a while, you go back upstairs to see if the boys have fallen asleep.

You open the door to Tom's room a crack and are shocked to see that his bed is empty. Oh no, God please no! You get scared and start imagining the worst case scenarios in your head.

You can only hope that Bill is still there and can tell you where his brother might have gone in the middle of the night!

You go over to Bill's bedroom door and open it. Your heart skips a beat.

Relief fills your whole body. Tom is lying next to Bill in Bill's bed, back to back, eyes closed and breathing in sync. You can't help but smile

"Good night you little rascals" you whisper and close the door.

°. The End

[abcjxyzyeo]

haiii!! i have a request for you! could you maybe do a Sokka x Kiyoshi Warrior reader who watches over Sokkas trainings with Suki and he becomes embarrassed or wtvr because of how much hes failing? it can go any way you want, idm really. thanks sweets!<33

-🦢

Heart of a Warrior

AN; Request by 🦢 !!! Omg I absolutely love this idea sm, I had a little field day w this one 😘😘 But tbh I didn't know how to end this too the ending is kinda rushed and bad !!! Also for this js imagine Sokka and Suki r 20 and reader is 18 !!(It doesn't matter but Katara and Aang r still 12/14 !!) AND ONE MORE THING OMFG anyways just imagine that the gaang stayed at kyoshi for a little bit longer like 2 weeks before the fire nation came. (why does it feel so weird writing a fic for Sukis' sister x Sokka like dam she rlly stole her sisters man 😭😭)

Pairing; Sokka x afab!reader(romantic), Suki x afab!reader(family)

summary; When the gaang visits Kyoshi Island to ride some Koi fish, Sokka seems too distracted too even try to figure out whatever is going on with Katara and Aang. And distracted by a certain younger Kyoshi Warrior

warnings; not proof read!!, angst(?), sumwhat sfw ? semi one sided enemies to lovers

You sighed, wiping off the lengthy make up you wear to be a warrior. You loved being a Kyoshi Warrior more than anything, but it was tiring. You were two+ years younger than everyone else so Suki, your older sister and the leader, let you take breaks every so often. Luckily she said you can take the day off. You started to lay down to take a nap when you heard running and yelled outside, in your pjs you ran to grab your fan and went quickly outside. Staring at the trio that was tied to the podium you were star struck. Their clothes were so different than anything you have ever seen. You had honestly(but luckily) been sheltered to only have to know clothing from the earth kingdom and Kyoshi island. After debating between the three and your sister, the young bald monk was revealed to be the avatar. Something about it irked you and you rolled your eyes. When you looked back you had caught the attention of a water tribe boy who seemed to be your sisters age. he started to walk over and talk to you, but nothing peaked your interest. Mostly just him giving back handed sexist compliments.

"Your sister is pretty strong for a girl!" He chuckled, obviously annoyed he was ambushed by girls.

"Uh huh" not giving him common curtesy to look him in the eyes.

After a few more comments you simply zoned him out. Well until he asked something that you were actually interested in.

"Sooo.. are you one of the painted fighters too?"

"Um. A Kyoshi warrior? Yea I am" and he gave an interesting look so with that you walked off sighing to yourself. The first outsiders to visit during this 100 year war had to be the most uninteresting people ever. (Cuz honestly you weren't completely convinced the Avatar was here on good terms, he'd probably just lead the fire nation here.)

For the next few days you saw Sokka try and learn how to fight like a Kyoshi Warrior. It kind of disgusted you, you know he just wanted to be better than Suki, but luckily she was the best of the best so you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly you found your feet moving towards the duo practicing, against your will. You knew you disliked Sokka, you avoided him as much as possible. It was baffling to you how different he is from his sister, at least you could stand her. Once you reached the two you sat on a near-by tree stump. Sokka looked over mid attack and absolutely fumbled falling straight on his face. You rolled your eyes and his face went bright red. For the hour that you watched them, Sokka missed every hit and took every hit thrown at him. By this time you were annoyed, instead of finding it humorous. It was like he was trying to be funny and mess with a sacred art form. Frustrated, you loudly groaned and walked away. Sokka knew he had messed up, he wanted to be good, he wasn't sure if it was for him or for you. He thanked Suki and ran off to find you.

Practicing all your moves you had learned over the course of your young teenage life, you left someone creep behind you. Stopping what you're doing you turn around, expecting Suki, but finding Sokka. You simply crossed your arms expecting him to speak.

"You saw me practice today" he uttered embarrassed

"Indeed I did," rolling your eyes

"I didn't mean to mess up, I was just nervous with you watching!"

"Whatever you say water boy, just stay out of my way and stop making a fool out of yourself." you turned back around and tried expanding your fan, but suddenly a hand was on your wrist and your hip, spinning you around instantaneously. Sokka's face was mere inches from yours, he looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Why won't you give me a chance?" he whispered low

Your mind whirred, 'chance for what? Why does he want a chance? Why is he so close?'

"Um what do you mean?" you gulped loudly

He let go of you lightly, "Why don't you give me a chance to show you I'm not who you think I am, I'm strong and a warrior."

You immediately scoffed "Yea right, what I saw today really showed that." this obviously pissed Sokka off, and he lowered his head down to stare at you in the eyes. Suddenly you could smell him, taking a moment to appreciate how clean he kept himself, you gathered and studied every inch of his face. Pausing to look at how nice his lips looked in the light. A moment of silence was suddenly broke.

"Like what you see?" He said smirking, leaning in to close the distance between yours and his lips.

You yelped loudly before throwing him over your shoulder and running away.

After what happened it was easy to ignore him and his practices. But your heart didn't want to, some how that stupid pony tail boy made you yearn for him. But your brain knew it wasn't a good idea to fall for a strange boy, let alone let him know that. But fate was against the organ in your head and as you turned the corner you saw, once again, your sister practicing with the water tribe boy. You walked up to them to watch but this time when Sokka noticed you, he gave it his all. Easily overpowering Suki, her face turning bright red that you could see through the makeup. Sokka crossing his eyes and giving a smug look. Your jaw dropped and you felt something inside your stomach, a tight knot that wouldn't untie. Sokka walked over to you after thanking Suki and bowing to her.

"How was that?"

you just stared at him, shellshocked. Causing him to laugh he rolled his eyes at you, he wrapped one hand around your waist and one around the back of your neck pulling you in for a kiss.

You eased yourself into it, kissing back. Your brain knew it was wrong but what was so bad with letting your heart win?

"Well Sokka, you do have the heart of a warrior." you laughed before leaning in for another kiss.

[formulapookie]

wooo

Looking for perdition rosquez, 9.1k words

smut under the cut, here to read on Ao3

Marc can feel his ears ringing on the podium, the people cheering for him, the smell of prosecco in the air, Valentino.

He’s there with him, spraying him with that bottle, drenching him like he’s a fucking grid girl.

God he wishes he was one, that way Vale would act on the obvious tension that sparkled between them, without backing up every time they got close to it.

Just the thought of Valentino taking him apart made his nights, when he was alone in his room, hard in his pants and imagining it was Vale opening him up instead of himself, that it was Vale fucking into him with a brutal pace and not that dildo he always had with him because the older didn’t gave into his flirting.

He’s hard in his leathers now, Vale is so close he can feel his breath on his neck, he wants to kiss him and make him feel so good he will never forget him.

At first he thought it was wrong, to thirst for a man 14 years older than him, it was sinful and dirty.

But he sees the eyes with which Vale looks back at him. 

They’re full of the same lust and deep desire as his, burning with the need to have the other right then and there.

But as much as Marc tries, and he does try a lot, Vale always puts a stop to it before anything goes over the phantom line the italian traced already last year, when Marc went up to him after winning his championship and asked him for a gift for winning, and Vale told him “you’re too young bimbo, come back once you’ve grown” and he felt so insulted back then, he was offering himself to Vale and he refused.

He ended up sharing the night with more than a random guy at the bar he went to, they left him covered by marks and limping, the day after Vale had fire in his eyes, Marc knew jealousy when he saw it, and Vale was fucking drowning in it.

Good.

It just made him try harder and harder every time he had the chance.

And right now he can feel that stare again, it’s burning a hole in the back of his neck, he’s talking to Lorenzo now, and he knows the other man looks at him with need too, not like Vale, no one could, but it gets Vale riled up and he lives for it.

So he steps closer to Lorenzo, asking him something more about his move to overtake Vale, looking at him with great interest as his countryman explained the way he used the brakes a certain way to keep Vale out his racing line.

Vale is pissed off, to say the least.

What kind of business does Lorenzo have to be talking that close to Marc?

He doesn’t need to be standing a few centimeters only from the boy’s face, he can still talk about his totally not great move by standing further than that.

“They’re calling for us to go back, we can't stay on the podium forever” Vale grits his teeth, he doesn’t like the feeling of jealousy gnawing at his stomach, it’s consuming and it gets him unfocused.

Once they’re out the public’s eye Lorenzo goes away, he’s being called by his race engineer, leaving him and Marc alone.

Marc.

Probably the most beautiful and talented guy he’s ever seen in the sport, he looks perfect, even right now, after being drenched in Prosecco and tired from the race.

Actually, right now the boy looks better than in any other moment he’s seen him, because it was him to cover him in alcohol, it was his way of claiming him.

He knows he shouldn’t be having certain thoughts, that’s a kid he’s looking at, he’s barely 21, he can’t want him.

But his eyes betray him, they follow Marc’s movements, the way he goes to unzip his leathers very slowly and pool them to his hips, a black sleeveless undersuit leaving his arms and collarbone completely out in the open.

And Vale can’t fucking believe his eyes.

There’s marks all over his collarbone, one so high it could’ve been seen peaking also from the leathers.

If he squeezes his eyes enough he can see the faint line of a handprint on the boy’s hips through the undersuit, not to mention the hickey on his pec, standing proud right there, eye level.

Marc is clearly doing it to catch his attention, he’s smirking, his little cat smile that gets Vale every time.

They’ve been playing this little flirting game since last year, when he refused to fuck Marc after he won the championship. He would’ve lied if he said that as soon as the boy left he didn’t run to his bed to push his hand into his boxers and start touching himself at the thought of having Marc with him for a night, imagining it was his mouth around his dick, not his hand.

“We’re going partying tonight Vale, you coming with us?” 

“Eh I’m a bit old Marc, i don’t know”

“Come onnnnn I am inviting you, we’re celebrating my win, it'll be fun!

“I don’t know Marc I should probably sleep and recover for next race”

“Please? I promise you’ll have fun, there’s plenty of drinks, Honda’s offering”

Vale sighs, he knows he won’t refuse, he also knows that once he’s in the club Marc is gonna glue himself to his giving him barely space to breathe and he’ll have to control his instincts all night long not to act like a fucking animal.

“Fine”

Marc smiles, cheeks tinted of a soft pink that makes Vale’s head spiral.

God he didn’t even do something remotely arousing and he was already feeling the need to kiss him until they ran out of breath.

“See you tonight then, bye Vale” he turns around to go away, then turns back towards the man “wear something cute, I like the black shirt you put on last time, it…enhances you”

Marc smirks again, this time walking away, still smiling and biting his lower lip at the idea of seeing Vale that night.

He knows he’s going overboard with the flirting but that’s Valentino Rossi he’s got charmed, it’s not everyday that man has someone get this kind of power over him.

He wants Vale to crumble, to give in to his teasing because he can’t keep faking that the men he fucks with are Valentino, he can’t keep waking up at 4am bricked up and having to take care of himself thinking of Vale whispering in his ears how good he’s being or how much of a slut he is for touching himself when he knows his teammate is asleep in the room next to his and the walls are so thin you could hear a fly in the other room. 

He needs to have Vale, the real one, inside him, needs to suck him off and have him forget anyone else ever did it, wants to feel those beautiful hands around his throat, squeezing that much to get him light headed, wants to feel his mouth on his neck and his own, his own hands in the man’s curls, tugging at them as they make out.

He also needs to get to his shower quickly, because he’s hard as a rock and can’t keep walking around like that.

On the other hand Vale is not doing much better, he looked at Marc’s ass as he walked away, he noticed the twinkle of pride in his eyes when he accepted the invite.

God what kind of situation has he gotten himself into?

He needs a shower too, to calm himself down and get himself together before the party.

He’s going to have to restrain himself all night long, and it's going to be difficult, because even if he tried to divert his attention from the kid he knows he’d end up looking at him dance and flirt with other men and get jealous, because even if he never touched the boy he’s his nonetheless, it’s him Marc goes to look for in the crowd, him Marc teases to the point of no return, it’s him Marc wants.

Vale gets to the hotel as quickly as humanly possible, the only thing in his mind still the boy from Cervera, it’s an obsession at this point he thinks, every and each thought is contaminated by Marc.

As he showers he tries to keep it at bay, but the smell of Prosecco on Marc’s skin is something one doesn’t forget too easily, and he finds himself gripping at the tiles of the shower as he comes, thinking of how beautiful Marc would look if he stood on his knees beneath him, his release painting his face.

He comes out of the shower with guilt and a towel covering him, his phone dings and the reminder for his dinner comes through.

He decides he doesn’t want to eat with the others and orders some food in his room, while he looks for the shirt Marc asked him to wear.

It could be embarrassing if it wasn’t extremely arousing too.

Marc on the other hand is shifting in his seat already, he went out to eat with his crew, they were all already a bit tipsy, but he was drunk on adrenaline and the idea of seeing Vale at the club.

He wanted to break the fragile glass that stood between them tonight, he was set on doing it, whatever the cost may be.

He didn’t even care about dignity in asking Vale to rail him honestly, he just wanted wanted wanted.

Eager, someone could’ve called him, but was he to blame? He has the chance to have Vale for himself and he isn’t one to back up from a challenge.

The dinner ended later than he would have liked it to, he still has to go back to the hotel and change into something a bit more club-suited, as well as having another shower and using that cologne he bought just two weeks ago.

He’s running to his room once they’re back, his crew laughing at him because all they can see is a kid excited to go to the club to get drunk and party.

He���s quick as a lightning, showers, shaves, puts products and combs his hair, chooses a fucking new pair of boxers to put on, grabs the clean and fresh clothes from the cupboard and sprays a bit (a lot) of cologne on his neck and collarbone.

He looks at himself in the mirror, he looks good, he’s a bit tipsy from the dinner and the more than few sips of prosecco he’s had before and he’s out the door.

They’re not in the same hotel, so there’s no chance they’re gonna cross paths, but Dovi is.

He can see the other man in the hall, dressed for a night out, and comes up to him to greet him.

Dovi is pleased to see Marc, he always is, he compliments him too, and Marc blushes a bit, because after all Dovi is hot, there’s no denying it, and receiving a compliment from an older hot man does it for Marc.

They go to the club together, it's only a ten minute walk and they talk about the race, while Marc triumphed Dovi only came 7th but it wasn’t a disaster all things considered.

When they arrive at the club and enter Dovi is practically kidnapped by his crew and waves at Marc, who barely acknowledges the gesture.

His brain is in radar mode, looking for the one person he truly wants to see.

And it doesn’t get long to meet that pair of blue eyes that haunt his dreams.

They’re staring at him, a light veil of jealousy still covering them, probably he saw him come in with Dovi. 

He smiles at the man, who nods in response, leaning against a wall in the other corner of the neon filled club.

Marc goes for a drink, and Vale is quick to join him, ordering something with whisky probably. Ew.

He’s still a kid, he gets a neutral VodkaRedbull and waits for it.

“You wore the shirt I suggested you” he’s smiling, a wicked sense of pride in his chest.

“It’s the only good one I have bimbo, don’t flatter yourself too much” but he’s smirking too, they both know he wore it just because Marc asked him to.

Their drinks arrive, and they’re both quick to down them.

It’s around 2 in the morning, the club is beginning to be packed, and Marc wants to dance. So he grabs Valentino’s hand and guides him through the crowd, finding a spot fairly near a wall but still a bit distant.

He begins to move and it’s hypnotic almost, the naturalness with which he moves his body, he’s flexible, Vale knows, he’s seen videos of him at the physio, guilt eating him whole as he felt envious of the man’s hand massaging the boy’s thighs.

He’s close, too close Vale thinks, it’s already dangerous, he can feel his mind telling him to ignore the age gap and take him to the nearest secluded space and fuck him until morning.

And he wants to listen but he also doesn’t want to give in to his instincts, he wants to control himself, but he wants Marc.

Marc who is shamelessly pushing him more and more towards the wall, the club is dark enough people won’t notice, red and blue lights creating an inviting atmosphere.

“Marc. Marc calm down, come on” he’s biting at his lip, he needs to direct his blood flow anywhere but his dick, and it’s very difficult, especially when Marc is looking up at him with those eyes.

Marc’s breath becomes heavier, he’s got his lips parted and his cheeks tinted of that beautiful pink again.

He knows he looks good, his fingers dance on the buttons of Vale’s shirt, feeling the goosebumps on his skin, he wants to press himself even more on the other.

And he does, positioning himself so that one of Vale’s legs is between his, and Vale closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath from the nose and releasing it through his mouth, a hand going to cover his mouth, eyes flying open again.

It’s desperation.

“Why won’t you touch me Valeee?” it’s slurred, but somehow firm. Marc still has his hand on the man’s pec, he’s standing a bit on his tips, face leveled with his chest, hot breath on it.

“You’re a kid Marc, I’ve got tattoos older than your career, it’s not right” God it’s arousing. Vale is trying so hard not to grab him and have him suck him off in front of all these people, but it really is a hard task with the way Marc looks at him.

“But you want me Vale, I can see it. And I can feel it right now. You want me as much as I want you. I need you to fuck me Vale please” and Marc now has lost every last drop of dignity, he’s basically dry humping Valentino’s leg, small sounds leaving his lips, a hand pressed lightly against Vale’s now painfully obvious bulge.

The lust in both their eyes is undeniable, tension so thick it’s dangerous, Vale can feel the fragile glass barrier he built shake and crack before his eyes.

“Marc I am trying not to grab you and fuck you in front of everyone don’t make this more difficult” and Marc is fucking smirking now, he has Vale where he wants him, admitting to his needs, voicing them.

It would be so hot if Vale actually did what he said to be dreaming. Have him before everyone, so that they knew he was his, no one else wanted, no one else needed.

”But whyy I like you you like me we can fuck, I’m 21 not 17. Please Vale just take me” he’s desperate too now, whining, he wants Vale to finally get it’s ok, he doesn’t need to be his age to fuck him, and Marc is mature enough to handle it. He’s pressing himself even closer to Vale, it’s already intoxicating.

“Marc. You’re 21, I’m 35 it’s…it’s not…I can’t- you should look for someone your age for this kind of fun, I’m too old for you bimbo” Vale is hard in his pants but tries to ignore it, he would feel like he’s corrupting Marc by giving in, while Marc knows he still has one move he can use.

What he’s about to do is subtle, cruel and immoral, but he doesn’t care.

Whatever the cost he said, he must have Vale.

“Mh. Well if you won’t do it I’m sure Dovi or Cal or anyone else in this room will take me, they all want a piece of me and I can’t deny them that, have fun with yourself later Vale”

That’s what does it for Vale. What gets him going, fired up, as if he just got a shot of adrenaline and has to run a marathon.

Marc daring to compare him to others, stating he can have them all because they all want him, which is true, but it’s also infuriating.

Marc is HIS.

He finally lets go of the last rational thought holding him back and his hand moves faster than his words.

He grabs Marc by the wrist, doesn’t even speak, and drags him in a dark and mostly solitary corner of the club, secluded from people’s gazes, his vision blurred from excitement and need.

He pushes Marc against a wall, and he makes a soft sound at the contact, then Vale finally kisses him.

Hungry, wanting, needy, desperate.

Marc tastes like fucking Redbull and something so peculiar it can only be Marc himself.

Vale has his hand on the boy’s hips. Possessive, demanding, burning, gluing him to the wall, a leg pressed against Marc’s bulge, mouth hot and eager messing with his.

Marc is barely registering what’s happening, he can feel Vale’s hands on him, fucking finally, if that’s a dream he never wants to wake up, he can feel electricity sparkling between their bodies, the huger from Vale translating in the roughess of his kiss, Marc’s hand going for Vale’s curls, pulling him even closer.

Marc moves slightly and his dick brushes against Vale’s thigh, making him moan in the kiss, the grip on his hips strengthening.

“Vale” Marc already sounds desperate, his voice is trembling, a wet spot has appeared on the front of his jeans, where Vale’s thigh was.

He looks shining, like he did when he won the championship last year and like he looked earlier today on the top step of the podium.

Vale takes in the sight, snapping a mental picture of this moment. 

“Come with me” and Marc doesn’t need to be told twice, he follows the older man through the crowd, past the bar and ignores the stare coming from Dovi, blushing at the idea that he knows.

A part of Vale’s mind, probably the sane one, still yells it’s wrong, still sees Marc as a kid, still wants him to stop. But he shuts it up, Marc is glowing, his eyes are shiny and look like he’s been crying, he’s perfect.

Vale leads him to a bathroom a bit further than the others, and almost doesn’t give him any time to think, he’s already on him again.

It’s as needy and hot as the first time, but now his hands are one in his hair and the other squeezing his ass, while slowly guiding him to a stall.

“Fuck…Marc you are beautiful” Vale closes the door of the stall they ended up in and goes to attack Marc’s neck, biting a little at the flesh and licking his Adam’s apple.

Marc is set on having the upper hand at least for one moment during this and finding some strength he pushes Vale onto the other wall of the stall, who’s got a surprised face, especially when Marc goes to unbutton his shirt to place hungry and wet kisses all over the man’s chest.

He slowly goes lower and lower, Vale’s shirt now completely unbuttoned and whole torso on display. “You’re gonna suck me off here Marc? Get on your knees for me and make me feel good?” Vale strokes the boy’s hair as he speaks, and Marc moans, he’s finally on his knees, where he so shamelessly wanted to be for the past year basically.

He goes to unbuckle his pants but Vale is quicker, a rapid movement and they’re already pooled at his ankles. Marc goes for the boxers and finally takes them off, Vale’s dick standing in front of him.

Marc wastes no time in getting his mouth on it, lips slightly stretched and red cheeks making a beautiful picture.

“Mh fuck Marc you already feel so good, can’t believe I waited so much to have you” Vale’s hand goes to tangle itself in Marc’s hair, but he doesn’t take control, just stays there, he just needs to touch him.

As soon as Marc begins to bob his head it’s heaven for Vale. 

It’s even better than what he imagined, it’s as if Marc is made to do it, hollowing his cheeks at the right moment, his tongue playing with his head, his dick sliding in and out so smoothly Vale thinks he’s dreaming.

And Marc is loving it, the control he has now over Vale, he’s the one dictating the pace and the intensity, and it gets him even more aroused, one of his hands pressed against his crotch, giving him a bit of pleasure, but none close to the one he wants to feel from Vale.

Marc keeps on sucking, obscene sounds coming from him as he gags on Vale’s dick a few times, feeling it hit the back of his throat, it’s like a spell, Marc can’t desire anything else from now on.

“Marc I’m gonna come cazzo you need to-” but this time it’s Marc that doesn’t give him time to think, as he’s already coming hard down the boy’s throat.

Marc lets go of Vale’s dick, a thin string of saliva still connecting it to his lips. “Was I good Vale?” god that kid needed approval for this too, it made Vale feel dizzy, it was the best head he ever received, the need of validation Marc has is a powerful knowledge to him.

“You were amazing bimbo, now get up and turn around you deserve a lot more tonight”

Marc smiles, he’s hard in his pants, embarrassingly a lot, but obeys to Vale’s commands.

He feels Vale’s hands going to unzip his jeans, slowly dragging them down his legs, a groan coming from the older man when he notices his smooth skin.

He took the lube he kept in his pants out already, passing it to Vale with trembling fingers, as if he is afraid to break it.

When Vale finally coats his fingers with it and pushes in the first one he meets no resistance, Marc going red as a neon light out in the club, he can feel Vale smirking.

“Did you prep yourself before coming out tonight tesoro? Not really a good boy then mh? Couldn’t even wait for me to take care of you properly”

Marc whines, he can feel Vale starting to get hard again against his back.

“No no I wanted to be good, wanted to be ready to take you Vale, I ah fuck want to be good for you”

As he is speaking Vale pushes a second finger in, this time it’s met with more resistance, Vale’s fingers were slimmer and longer, even if Marc tried he couldn’t touch where Vale is reaching right now, ghosting over his prostate like a punishment.

“You teased me all night Marc, all year actually, because you just can’t keep calm can you? You need to get fucked so good you finally shut up. I could tell you not to come until I give you permission and you would obey right?” Marc nods, legs trembling as Vale’s breath becomes hotter against the base of his neck, his fingers scissoring him slowly.

“You also said you could go to other men and have them satisfy you…not good Marc not good, you really believe they could make you feel like I can?”

Marc is already crumbling under Vale’s touch and teasing, his words adding gasoline to the fire that burns in his body. “Answer pretty boy, or you’re not getting anything” he knows that’s a straight up lie, now that he got a small hint at what Marc is he can’t let go, but playing with the boy’s mind is too funny not to do, seeing how desperate he can get for him makes him feel powerful.

And it’s sick yes, but no one could have the willpower to resist Marc if he looks like that.

“No Vale no one, I want you, always wanted you, I need you now please I won’t say that again”

His voice breaks, god he knows he sounds pathetic, but it gets Vale going, small hungry kisses on the back of his neck as he scissors his hole more and more, stretching him more than he himself usually does, making him whimper more than moan, and Vale loves those little sounds coming from his throat.

“Mh you make such pretty sounds Marc, wonder if they can hear us right now, maybe they’re listening because you’re so hot they can’t resist.

Maybe your friend from before is right there, wishing it was him and not me here with you”

It makes Marc blush even more if possible, the recurring and present idea of having someone know, or hear them.

“Would you like for them to hear tesoro? To listen to you while I fuck you in here?”

It’s shameless how Marc whines at the words, Vale’s fingers still too slow inside him.

“They can’t hear anything if you don’t get on with it Vale, you want them to know you’re the one fucking me than actually do it and make me scream your name”

Vale has to take a second to process Marc’s shift in attitude. 

God that’s hot. He really has no shame whatsoever, he wants it, he gets it.

“You've got a filthy mouth for someone who came after me like a desperate slut for a year” Vale adds a third finger, drawing a hot and long moan from Marc, whose hands are planted against the stall’s wall for stability.

“Don’t worry tesoro they are gonna hear you”

and he’s quick in exchanging his fingers brushing against his prostate with his cock, making Marc’s knees almost give up at holding him up at the sudden change.

“Vale God you- you stretch me so good” Marc’s gripping at the wall for dear life now, he can feel Vale getting hard inside him and oh God it’s the most fulfilling sensation he’s ever felt.

 Vale bottoms out, then turns him around, pulling a leg around his waist and pushes back in, he wants to see his face, needs to feast at the desperation and need the other feels for him.

Marc looks absolutely beautiful right now: watery eyes, red cheeks, pink puffy lips on display.

Vale has to kiss him, there’s no other possibility.

So he does, hungry and hot, not interrupting his thrusts once while doing so, having Marc moan in his mouth, little whimpers escaping his throat and getting the older fueled.

Marc's knees are wobbly and they both know he isn’t gonna be able to stand in a matter of minutes, so Vale just goes to grab his ass and picks him up, Marc whines, arms thrown around Vale’s neck and his legs holding onto his hips.

He’s somewhat gently pushed against the stall wall, Vale starting to move again, Marc feeling the harsh contact of skin on skin and the pants coming from Vale’s mouth in his ear.

He starts feeling drunk with it, Vale’s cock fully hard inside him, still stretching him a bit, pain and pleasure meeting to get him absolutely fucked.

And now Marc is loud, moaning, whimpering, chanting Vale’s name and asking him for more, more, more.

Vale’s eyes are fixated on the marks the boy has been left with by someone else, and the rush of possessiveness makes him almost light headed.

He starts to kiss Marc’s jaw, then his neck and collarbone, still never stopping fucking him

“I don’t like these marks on you bimbo, these are not mine.” He speaks as he mouths at the sensitive skin on Marc’s nipples, ghosting a breath over them. “And I need you to be marked by me only, you get it right? I am not gonna share you, I am very possessive of what’s mine” 

Marc whimpers, he can feel he’s getting close, and Vale saying those things just makes him weaker, he wants, needs Vale to mark him, wants to feel his teeth on his flesh like a signature.

And Vale does it, biting down on his collarbone, still holding him against the wall while fucking into him, Marc’s hand tugging at his curls.

He moves up his neck, sucking deep purple marks on it, then getting to his jaw, kissing it with hunger.

His thrusts begin to be more erratic, Marc immediately gets it, so he slowly untangles his legs from Vale’s hips, who flips him once again, facing his back, Marc’s asscheeks red from the grip he held until now, a fucking hell of a sight.

Vale wastes no time in fucking into him again, moaning at the tightening sensation of Marc around his dick. 

His hands move to the boy’s nipples, twisting them lightly, but to Marc is more than enough, he knows he’s sensitive there, he has tears in his eyes from pleasure. 

“Vale Vale Vale I’m- if you keep like this I’m gonna cum” it’s forced out, he can’t really think anymore, he can just feel Vale’s hands roaming his body, a smirk forming on his face.

“You’re so sensitive here amore, you’re blushing all over” but it’s not enough for Vale, he wants to have Marc’s full devotion, he wants to be the only one in his mind.

His left hand travels to Marc’s dick, stroking it a few times, his right one goes up, up, up until it meets his throat, closing on it tentatively, lightly, barely doing anything.

But the block of the oxygen gets Marc over the edge, he comes rapidly, a loud moan echoing in Vale’s ears and the whole bathroom, fuck if someone is truly there they have for sure heard.

And it leaves Vale mesmerized by how Marc can melt under him, how a hand around his throat can be enough to satisfy him.

It’s arousing, so much he doesn’t last long either, with his hand still around Marc’s throat and his dick Vale tries to pull out, to at least have the decency to not cum inside, but Marc realizes, and turns his head so quick it could break, Vale’s fingers brushing at his throat.

“No Vale please come inside I-I need you to I want to feel you inside me” and Vale is a weak man for this, for him, and complies, coming with a deep moan inside Marc, feeling him clench against his dick, soft whimpers coming from the younger.

Vale slips out, his cum slowly dripping from Marc’s hole down his legs, making him feel dirty, but so so aroused.

He turns Marc around again for the like fifth time this night, and kisses him hungrily, his fingers playing a bit with the boy’s oversensitive nipples.

They keep on making out sloppy, until none of them has oxygen left, then they just keep still, their foreheads pressed against each other, panting like they just ran a marathon, eyes glued together, in a moment where only the two of them exist, the post-fuck haze where both can feel the presence of the other.

“I need you now Vale, need you so badly please” it comes out as a whimper almost, Marc’s voice cracking under the continued overstimulation Vale is keeping him under, and Vale smirks, goes to place a light kiss on his neck, so gentle it’s barely there.

“Was me fucking you in this stall not enough baby? You need more? So eager let me take care of you” he whispers all this so close to Marc’s ear he thinks he could catch on fire, Marc blushes even more than before, a little whine escaping his mouth as he tries to answer while Vale still has his fingers playing with his nipples.

“please let’s get to my room Vale I need to - please”

and he’s just too cute like that, desperate eyes, wet puffy lips and those cheeks tinted of a red so deep they look artificial.

“Sure baby let’s go”

They make quick work of dressing themselves, trying to look at least presentable in other people’s eyes.

Marc’s jeans still have a stain on the front, and for how much he can try to find excuses it’s too obvious what that is.

Luckly the club is dark enough people shouldn’t notice the state they both are in, but before they can even make it out the bathroom completely they cross paths with a certain italian man.

Vale and Dovi have a five-second long staring contest, where Dovi loses quickly, mostly after seeing Vale’s pride shining in his eyes, the way his fingers are tangled with Marc’s.

But most of all the blissful look on the boy’s face, not to mention the unholy amount of hickeys littering his neck.

Marc snuggles himself more into Vale’s arms as the older pulls him closer. 

Dovi has no business even staring at Marc now, Vale arrived first, and Vale’s known to be pretty possessive of what he gains.

Dovi looks away with a light blush on his cheeks, but Marc is quicker and waves at him smiling with his cat-like grin “Bye Dovii”.

Stronzetto.

Luckily Vale doesn’t hear Marc, he’s too busy dragging him out the club to care anyway, he needs to have him again like right now.

“How are we going back Vale?” and the man smirks, grabbing two helmets hung on his bike.

He brought two Marc thinks. He brought two helmets he knew I’d go with him. And it makes him blush as he secures it under his chin.

Vale hops on front, Marc behind him, arms tight around his body, fingers lightly teasing his abs.

“Behave” is the only word coming from Vale before he speeds off to the hotel Marc gives the address of. 

They get there in a matter of minutes, Marc is sure they broke at least three speed limits on their way, but he doesn’t care, he can still feel Vale’s cum sticking shamelessly on his legs, the burn of a hickey on his neck, and he can’t wait to have more of it.

They climb down the bike and as soon as their helmets are put away Marc grabs Vale’s hand and starts to walk through the Hall towards the elevator.

Vale smirks at the boy’s eagerness, but as they enter the elevator and Marc is ready to throw himself at Vale they notice there’s already another person inside.

Vale pushes him in nonetheless, he wants to see how Marc acts when he’s this needy in front of other people.

The man barely acknowledges the two coming in, and Marc pushes the button for the 6th floor.

The ride until the fourth is already torture, he can’t get close to Vale, that guy is standing right in the middle of the elevator, waiting for his stupid floor.

Marc’s biting his lip, bouncing a bit on his tiptoes, picking at his nails.

He looks like he could throw the guy out if he doesn’t leave in the next two seconds.

The elevator dings, the guy is quick to go out, probably has some kind of business to attend.

The doors are not even closed all the way but Marc is already on Vale, hands pushing him against the elevator’s side and keeping him there, fingers tugging at his shirt as the two make out.

It’s a mess of teeth and saliva, and they barely feel the elevator stopping at their floor by how taken by each other they are right now.

“Your room Marc. Now” and Marc giggles, Vale wants it as bad as he does, and that makes him feel a little less pathetic.

Vale follows the boy blindly, not really taking in any of the surroundings, his eyes focused on Marc.

“Here here” Marc stops, taking his key out the back pocket, sliding it through the reader and waiting for the little dot to turn green.

It can’t do it faster, because as soon as it does Marc is pushed past the door, hears it getting shut and locked and then has Vale’s lips on his again. The same want from the club coming back, but this time they have a bed, and Marc desperately needs it if he wants to do what he’s been dreaming of since last year.

“Vale, take me to bed now please” and who is Vale to deny this perfect boy his wish?

He takes him by the hand, gently yes but still possessive, as if he thinks after tonight Marc could ever want someone else again.

Vale sits on the edge of the bed and Marc goes to settle on his lap, lips crashing again.

“Off everything off Marc I need to see you” it’s night but the moon is full tonight, shining through the window the boy left open for the breeze to come in and cool down the room a bit.

Marc obliges, taking off his shoes together with Vale and making half a show while taking off his shirt.

As soon as it hits the bed Vale’s lips and hands are on his nipples, biting and twisting them making Marc feel electricity all over his body “Vale if you ah if you keep like this I’ll cum God it’s so good”

It lights something up in Vale, the idea of having Marc come untouched by him just playing with his nipples.

He lets go briefly of them. moving Marc off his lap and onto the bed, not uttering a single word but making a deep sound when looking at how disheveled Marc already looks.

He goes to unzip Marc’s jeans, yanking them off a bit more harshly than he should, but at this point none of them cares about it.

He sits straight up, removing his shirt and jeans in like three seconds, then going to sit on the bed again, tapping his lap. 

“Come sit here amore” and Marc is embarrassingly fast at following his orders.

Without the jeans forming a barrier but only briefs he can feel Vale’s hard cock against his much more than before, making him whine.

“You said you could cum from me playing with these alone? You really think you can do it?”

And this is how Marc finally dies. Sat on his God’s lap, almost naked, hard and with his cum still inside him.

“I- I yes I can” he stops, then goes all in “if you want me to”

Vale groans, throwing his head back against the headboard, a wicked smile painted on his face.

He starts to rub small circles on Marc’s hips, just above the waistband of his boxers, this id is going to be the death of him.

“I want you to Marc, I’m going to make sure you’ll never forget this” and he doesn’t give Marc the time to process the answer that he’s already mouthing at his right nipple, twisting the other between his fingers. 

Vale’s tongue gets him light headed, it’s so good Marc could cry.

He whimpers and moans instead, his hands tangling themselves in Vale’s unruly curls, making him moan against his already overstimulated nipple.

“Vale Vale Vale” it’s the only thing he manages to half-moan half-say as he’s basically tortured by the man sitting beneath him.

Vale lets go of his right nipple, all red and swollen, and immediately gets to work on the other, while Marc whispers soft pleas above him.

He takes it between his teeth, torturing it a little, just to listen to the sounds it makes Marc do, and oh god would he record them and have them always ready for when he needs a quick release in his shower.

A louder moan comes from Marc, his hands tug at Vale’s hair a bit hared, and he’s so close it must hurt.

“Fuck you’re sensitive like a girl here Marc it’s crazy” and this is what has Marc definitely loose all the little dignity he has.

He lets out a high pitched moan as he cums in his briefs, staining them even more than before.

Vale smirks, working his way up Marc’s chest until he reaches his neck, sucking on it once more, just to be sure it stays there, then it’s Marc that kisses him and Vale can taste the lust on his tongue.

“Let me ride you Vale. I need to do it since last year I’ve been- been trying to get you here all night. Please just let me” it’s a mix of beg and resolution that gets Vale so aroused his head spins.

“Please be my guest Marc” and he’s so casual about it Marc wants to cry from happiness.

But his look transfixes to horror when Vale goes to open the drawer next to the bed.

He doesn’t need lube they just went before, he can’t can’t find it, not like that.

But he’s too weak and slow to stop Vale, who by opening the bedside drawer sees the only thing Marc could pretend was him all year long.

“Marc…you are a dirty dirty boy eh? You travel with a dildo to every race you go? Is it because I never fucked you before?”

And Marc wants to combust, disappear like a ghost, cause he’s too embarrassed of Vale finding out.

“Did you use it before tonight’s party amore? Is that why you were already stretched mh?”

God he has to stop, he's going to have him cum again by talking alone.

“Do you pretend it’s me when you’re alone in your room Marc? Do you say my name when you fuck yourself with it and wish it was me?”

Marc blushes again, even more this time, his cheeks matching the stark red of his red bull cap sat on a chair next to the bed.

“Answer me Marc come on I know you can do it”

no he can’t cause if he does he’s just going to sound pathetic, he doesn’t even know if he can speak right now.

But for Vale he tries, for Vale he would catch the moon so he tries “Yes yes I pretend it’s you because you always said I was too young but I needed you I wanted you I say your name every time I use it now please Vale let me ride you I- just please”

Vale seems happy with his answer, closes the drawer and looks at Marc with a smile, something burning in his eyes.

“If you weren’t this pretty and needy I’d have you fuck yourself with it in front of me, but you look too good and I want to feel you right now” Vale’s fingers go to hook on his waistband, and the motherfucker licks his lips like he wants to taste him.

“But don’t worry tesoro, next time you’re gonna do it, for me you would si?”

Marc feels his blood run all the way to his dick, leaving his brain empty, just the words next time resonating in his head.

There will be a next time.

Vale doesn’t even want an answer, he just tugs at his briefs and Marc is quick to remove them, Vale doing the same, looking at Marc with a fondness he shouldn’t feel.

Marc is even quicker to climb back on Vale’s lap and smash his lips against the man’s, muffling his moans as he lifts himself up and takes Vale’s dick in hand, slowly but steadily lowering himself on it.

“You’re so hot Marc so so hot you look divine like this” Vale groans as Marc finally sinks down completely, he never wants to feel anything else, he’s just too perfect to be true.

Marc starts to ride Vale, slowly still because his legs are tired from their first round in the club. But after a few moans from Vale and the man’s hand squeezing his ass like he owns it he forgets everything about the soreness in his thighs and picks up the pace, steading himself with his hands on Vale’s shoulders, his eyes unable to leave Vale’s as he keeps on squeezing his ass, for sure leaving a red mark on it too.

It’s the possessiveness he does it with that gets Marc more aroused, the feeling that in that moment he belongs to Vale.

Vale straightens up a bit, the new angle catches Marc by surprise and has him yelp like he was just caught doing something illegal. 

One of his hands shifts from his ass to his hair, tugging at them just enough to make him whine.

The boy doesn’t stop his movements, chanting his name like a mantra. 

He's basically bouncing on Vale’s cock, and it becomes the only thing he can think about, feeling Vale filling him up so nicely and never wanting to forget this sensation.

Vale’s hand moves once again, slowly letting go of Marc’s hair to close around the boy’s throat.

He had seen what it did to him back at the club, but now that the boy is even more sensitive and fucked out, he needs to see what happens now.

Marc is riding him with passion as if it’s a competition and he’s the fucking Olympics contender for the first place.

But when one of Vale’s hands closes around his throat and the other goes to his chest, his fingers teasing his nipples again, he loses his rhythm, letting out a moan so pornographic Vale is sure he’s about to ascend to Heaven.

Marc is melting under his touch, he feels so hot Vale thinks he could get burned, especially when Marc picks his pace up again, just whispering in a loop “yes yes yes yes” as he rides him, head thrown back, eyes closed and a strong grip on his shoulders.

“Fuck Marc you-God you really are perfect” Marc smiles as much as he can at the compliment, his brain now putty and so filled with Valentino’s name he fears he may just black out from pleasure.

“Ah you should see yourself right now tesoro, you look so pretty on my lap like this, a fuck a pretty princess on his throne”.

Marc goes completely red, moaning audibly at the comment, making Vale’s eyes sparkle with interest. 

But even Marc has his limits and for how much he can try and not feel his thighs burning from exhaustion they ultimately give up, not holding him up anymore as he tries to still ride Vale.

And he’s half crying, he wants Vale to come inside him as he was riding him, but all his thoughts are shut down by Vale’s lips on his own, brushing them a bit too lightly for the kind of sex they’re having.

“You felt so so good riding me Marc, but after all you’re the winner no? Shouldn’t be doing all the work, you should let me do some of it too, don't you think?” 

“Please” it’s almost indecipherable, a whine coming softly out the boy’s mouth.

Vale breaks away from the headboard, the hand previously placed on Marc’s chest sliding on his back, accompanying him gently on the bed, to then go rest on his hip, a permanent feeling carved in Marc’s memory and -at least he hopes- on his body too.

The hand on his throat stays there though, it gets Marc too fucked out and it would be a crime to move it away.

Vale picks up a fast pace immediately, Marc’s legs around his waist making him go feral with want, Marc’s whimpers not helping, especially with the way he is very clearly enjoying having a hand choking him.

Vale moves to kiss him but Marc’s hands are faster, pulling him closer, lips messily meeting in a rush that makes Vale moan in the kiss.

Marc’s hands travel to his biceps, he’s digging his nails in, which for sure will leave marks, but Vale just doesn’t care in this moment, too taken by how perfect Marc feels around his cock, hot and wet like in his best dreams. 

When Vale hits his prostate Marc dies, he moans his name so loud Vale is sure the whole damn floor heard him, which is good, this way they know who he belongs to.

He starts babbling nonsense, his legs losing every last bit of strength to hold around Vale’s waist, the oxygen flow so light he can’t even think.

“Papi please” it’s said with tears in his eyes, begging for something he doesn’t even know.

Vale stops mid thrust and asks Marc to repeat, lightening the pressure on the boy’s throat.

Marc panics for a moment, maybe it was too much, too soon but when he sees Vale’s stare burning with lust he knows it’s the opposite, so he says it again, the oxygen to his brain a bit more making him able to form a decent sentence.

“Please papi I need to cum please” 

Vale’s grip on his hip tightens, both his hands there now, as he resets the pace from before, aiming and hitting his prostate at every thrust.

“Fuck Marc you’re going to kill me if you say that” Vale’s brain is melting too, Marc calling him papi being the only thing he can hear.

“Papi please” 

After a few more thrusts hitting his prostate Marc is back again to not being able to talk anymore, Vale lowering himself to kiss him sloppy, moans dying in their mouths, Marc’s hands gripping Vale’s back and nails digging and scratching, leaving marks Vale is gonna remember for a while.

a series of ah ah ah leaving Marc’s mouth as a beg, he can hear the slap of skin against skin and Vale’s grunts and he fucks into him more and more rapidly, his own moans filling the room.

“Papi you fill me up so good fuck” and Vale’s pace becomes irregular, he’s so damn close, they both know he is, Marc thightens the grip of his legs around Vale’s waist, he’s completely gone, he can just feel Vale inside and around him, and he would die right now a happy man if this was the last thing he got to experience.

“Marc I’m close you feel so good you’re so hot” they both are on edge, Vale is trying to keep composure, Marc doesn’t care anymore, he just needs Vale to claim him again, wants to feel the hot liquid spilling inside him and Vale calling him his.

“Please inside, please” Vale mutters something underneath his breath, then pumps Marc’s dick a few times, Marc can feel the roughness of his hands, and it’s so good, he sees white, cums arching his back and holding onto Vale’s for dear life, his release panting both his and Vale’s abs.

And when Vale finally feels Marc clenching around him it’s too good to try and resist, he cums too, shooting his load inside a completely blissed Marc who can just whine at the sensation.

Vale starts kissing all over Marc’s face, still inside him, the boy letting his legs fall from Vale’s hips, not an ounce of strength left in his body. 

“Mine mine mine mine mine, all mine” his hands are still on Marc’s hips, keeping him glued to the bed, as he lets out soft, almost inaudible moans.

“Say it again Vale please, say I’m yours again” Vale grins, as he does after winning a though race, satisfied, conquering, powerful, because he just managed to win him, win him over every other person who wants a piece of that perfect boy lying beneath him, smiling at him with an unprecedented softness.

“You’re mine Marc” and Vale kisses him deeply while slipping out, both responding to the action with a moan of displeasure. 

Vale really wants to just bring Marc to have a bath and clean him up, he really does, but no one could’ve prepared him for the sight he would’ve come across once breaking away from Marc.

His hole is pink and still swollen from the brutal pace he set before, overflowing with his cum, and Vale practically stops breathing, while Marc is blushing profusely, because he knows what Vale’s thinking, and he desperately needs him to act on it.

And Vale does, he starts eating him out, pushing his release back inside Marc, obscene and squelching sounds filling up the room, together with what little whimpers Marc can still form.

He goes on for a good minute, before Marc grips his hair, a string of “too much too much” making its way to Vale’s ear, who promptly gets up, cleaning the drops around his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Sorry sorry you were too beautiful to let you like that tesoro, I needed to do it”

God. Vale needed that, him. It’s more than enough for Marc to smile, completely fucked dumb, and rapidly drifting to sleep.

“Woah no no no tesoro need to take a bath si? I have to clean you up I promise after the bath you can sleep for two whole days”

“might need two days just to recover from this” Marc smiles, his usual cat-like smile, as Vale helps him up from the bed, his legs still shaking and wobbly,  so much Vale has to pick him up and bring him to the bathroom, sitting him on the edge of the bath.

Marc plays with the water filling the bathtub for some minutes, until he decides the temperature and level are ok.

He slips in, a warm sensation making his muscles relax, immediately followed by the sound of Vale getting in as well, wrapping his arms around Marc, pulling him against his chest.

“You were amazing bimbo, really, haven’t felt so good in forever” he nuzzles the boy’s neck, making him laugh slightly, he’s ticklish there, better make a mental reminder of it, Vale never knows when it could be useful.

“So beautiful”

Marc eventually falls asleep at the sound of Vale praising him and calling him beautiful, his arms keeping him close.

And it feels like a dream.

[milkywaygalaxygurl]

In Another Life - Finnick Odair

oh lord i did not mean for this fic to end so sadly and turn out so angsty, but i simply don’t think they’d ever truly get a happy ending in this situation no matter how much i wish they could:’) i really hope y’all like this

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Female!Reader

Warnings: finnick is possibly ooc?, talk of sexual trauma, talk of finnick’s past, y/n also has a bad past, probably cursing, so much angst and there is not a happy ending

Word Count: 2.37k

Description: (i suck at descriptions i’m sorry if this sucks lol) Finnick meets Y/N and thinks she’ll be just like everyone else, vying to get her hands on him and use him just like all the others. So, he puts on his ever charming smile and flirtatious personality. Y/N isn’t into his advances and walks away. They eventually discover that they’re more similar than they think, forming a friendship and eventually falling in love.

Being a young girl from the Capitol, you were no stranger to the evil that lived within the rooms of fancy homes and danced at extravagant parties. You weren’t clueless about the hands that never seemed to know boundaries, about the voices that spoke far too loudly and confidently about vile things. You had always seen it, always known about it. It wasn’t until the age of 14 when you became acutely aware of it. It was a memory you didn’t like to dwell on, but it did haunt you.

Finnick was a stranger to these “secrets” that lived within the Capitol walls before he won his games. He naively believed that all burdens, all hardships, were left behind the moment he left the districts and won his games. It wasn’t until the first time it happened that he realized he was wrong. In that moment, Finnick promised himself that he’d never be so naive again. He learned to realize who wanted to use him, taught himself to plaster on a fake smile and offer himself up on a silver platter because it made him feel as if he had some semblance of a choice about the things being done to him.

You didn’t meet Finnick until you were nearly 20 years old. By then you had learned to spot the eyes that seemed to linger for too long and hands that were eager to grab. You had also learned to fight back, you didn’t care of the repercussions and the way you were ostracized because of it. You were finally untouchable, even if it was at the cost of your reputation. You were standing along the wall at yet another fancy dinner party, one your parents had dragged you to because “You need to at least try to salvage your reputation, Y/N!”

Finnick had stumbled out of a hallway, fixing his hair and straightening his clothes, when you first saw him. You knew of Finnick, knew of his lovers that he’d seemed to have an abundance of every single time he visited the Capitol. You didn’t mean to stare at him for so long, you truly hadn’t, but even you could admit that it was hard to look away from him. You understood why everyone called him the Capitol’s pretty boy. Your staring had caused him to notice you, to plaster on a grin as he approached where you stood.

Finnick thought you were beautiful, breathtaking even, but the second he saw the way your eyes lingered he knew you would be just like the rest of the twisted people inside this house. Maybe you were interested in getting your hands on him tonight and though you couldn’t offer any valuable secrets like the woman he left in the other room, at least you were prettier than most of the women he’d allowed to use him. He made his way to you, ready to put on the show everyone loved to watch.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met.” His voice is sultry, his eyes raking your body. As he looks into your eyes, he feels a split second of familiarity before your expression switches to one of disgust. He can’t quite seem to place why your eyes seem familiar, maybe he had seen you before and just doesn’t remember.

“Don’t act like you weren’t staring at me from across the room, pretty girl. Don’t be shy, what’s your name?” His next sentence causes you to physically recoil from him, stepping away as you ball your hands into fists.

“My name is Y/N and I am walking away from this conversation, do not follow me.” Your voice is harsh as you step back once again, swiftly turning to escape out of the nearest exit. Finnick is taken aback as he watches you leave the party, the smile wiped off of his face as his mouth hangs open slightly.

“Don’t take it to heart, that girl is practically off limits with how vehemently she hates men. I’ve been trying for years, believe me.” An old man chuckles and claps Finnick on the shoulder, causing him to turn and look at the man. He raises an eyebrow, encouraging the man to explain further.

“Only a few people have ever gotten their hands on her, whether she was willing or not.” The man laughs heartily, in a way that only someone purely evil at heart could after saying something like that. Finnick forces himself to laugh before excusing himself from the interaction, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.

It wasn’t until months later that Finnick saw you again. You look just as breathtaking as you did the last time, though he couldn’t help but notice the way you surveyed the room and shied away from any man in your vicinity. He suddenly understood why your eyes seemed so distinctly familiar, they held the same look as his own when he was on the lookout for people who wished to get their hands on him. For a split second, he was jealous that you had the privilege to fight back and say no.

He never had that choice, the ever present threat of what Snow would do haunting his every decision. Without realizing it, Finnick had began to walk towards you. By the time he stood in front of you, all jealousy of your privilege had dissipated. He simply was angry at the Capitol for making either of you go through these things. It takes you a second to realize he’s standing in front of you, but the second you do your body goes rigid.

Finnick is quickly spitting out a sentence before you have the chance to walk away, not wanting you to be scared of him. “I’m sorry for our last interaction, I shouldn’t have acted like that. Can we have a do-over, one where I don’t make a complete ass of myself?”

You look shocked by his apology, something that causes a harsh pain to stab through Finnick’s heart. Though he can tell your guard is still up, you seem willing to listen to him.

“My name is Finnick, it’s nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out to you, hoping with everything in him that you’d take it. You stare at him for a second before sighing, reaching out to shake his hand.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Your smile is timid, almost scared, as you take your hand away from his. You didn’t know what this man’s intentions were, but he seemed to be kinder than most about his evil intentions if he had any.

“I apologize again for our last interaction, I’m a little too used to everyone wanting me.” He smiles sheepishly, almost sadly, as he looks at you. Everything clicks in your head when you see that smile, suddenly understanding the boy who stands before you. Your heart aches, your stomach turning as you are forced to wonder the horrors they put him through after he won the games.

You realize suddenly that you are simply two different examples of what sexual abuse does to a person. Finnick sees it all click in your head, the way your eyes become sad with understanding and seeing the walls you built so high crumble. He’s scared for a moment that you’ll turn away again, repulsed by him.

“Would you like to go for a walk with me, Finnick?” Your voice is soft as you speak, as if you’re scared to speak too loudly and scare him away. He nods instead of answering verbally, simply holding his arm out for you to take. Other partygoers watch the exchange, whispering amongst themselves as they watch you leave with Finnick.

The walk begins with the exchange of traumas, things neither of you have ever talked about to another living soul. You both shed tears, offer words of comfort, do anything to hold each other together as you stroll along the dark streets of the Capitol. Eventually, you find yourself walking him to your home. When you’ve both settled into the couch, you suddenly take in the fact that you have never felt so safe with anyone before. Your heart leaps, your eyes welling with tears again.

Finnick notices, reaching a hand out to grab your own. You are struck with the realization that he is the only man to have touched you without the intention to hurt you, to abuse you. This only brings on more tears as you chuckle.

“These aren’t sad tears, I don’t quite understand why I’m crying.” You sniffle, giggling again as you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your dress.

“You’re the first person who’s ever treated me like a human being and it’s causing me to feel a lot of things.” You laugh again and Finnick chuckles sadly beside you, rubbing the back of your hand softly with his thumb.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re the first Capitol citizen to make me feel like I matter for more than what I can do in bed.” You both giggle, neither of you quite understanding why it is funny but laughing nonetheless. You’d learned over the years that laughing about the pain made it slightly more bearable.

“Gosh, look at us.” You guys fall into a fit of laughter again, both of you wiping away tears when you finally calm down. After a beat of silence, the conversation picks back up. You move on to lighter subjects, talking about interests and hobbies. By the time the sun is rising outside your window, you consider Finnick one of your best friends.

“I go back to District 4 today.” He says softly, watching as the sun slowly peaks over a tall building.

“I’d say I can’t wait for you to visit again but I’d feel bad saying that.” Your comment makes Finnick smile, shaking his head.

“I’ll say it then, I can’t wait to come back and visit you. Even if it means I have to play into Snow’s games, at least I’ll see you at the end of it all.” You lunge at him in that moment, holding him tightly.

“Thank you, for seeing me as a human and letting me know I’m not alone in this awful place. I wish I could help you.” You say it softly as you embrace him, trying not to cry before you finish speaking.

“You don’t have to thank me for being a decent human being, sweetheart.” His hold on you tightens, his heart fluttering in his chest.

After arranging to keep in touch through calls, he kisses your forehead and leaves to go back to his home in District 4. You spend months calling and seeing each other in person when possible, the love between you growing with every conversation and every visit. It was nearly a year now since you’d met Finnick and you could confidently say that you were in love with him. He was unlike anyone you’d ever met before, his charm and humor making it hard to not fall for him. He was so intelligent, so loving despite the horrors he’d witnessed and experienced.

Finnick had known since the first night that he was going to fall in love with you, but he had never expected it to be so deeply. You were a beautiful soul inside and out, he admired your resilience and your strength to stay true to yourself no matter the expectations the Capitol pushed on you. You never failed to amaze him with the way you carried yourself so confidently and how you fought to stay pure hearted amongst the evil that festered within the Capitol. Finnick found himself wishing even more that he could escape the clutches of Snow, to be able to be with you properly and to love you without having to continue to exploit himself for secrets.

It was a visit just like any other when you had confessed to Finnick, your hands fidgety and your face red as you told him how deeply you love every single part of him. He swore he had never felt happier in that moment, but it only lasted as long as he let himself live within the delusion that he could properly be with you.

“I love you with every single part of my being, but this just wouldn’t work. Snow would never let me be with you, he’ll never let me out of his grasp. If I’m tied down then it will be harder for me to gain secrets for him, to get some of these women to sleep with me. I want this, I want us, I really really do. It’s just not possible.” His eyes well with tears as he speaks, his voice wobbly and his hands shaking as he reaches out to hold your own.

“My dad is a high ranking official, he knows all of these people you get secrets from. What if..What if we were able to convince President Snow that you could still gather secrets without having to sleep with these women? You’d be marrying into a high ranking family, you’d have access to these people’s home and their whole lives. I would even help you. I would do anything to be with you Finnick.” You squeeze his hands, trying not to cry as you see a tear streak down his cheek.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Snow isn’t exactly the bargaining type and I don’t want him to hurt you or your family.” He looks at you sadly, his heart breaking into pieces at the thought that he may never escape and get to love you like he wants. A sob escapes your throat, the sound strangled and painful, as you accept that this will never end the way you want.

“I wish we could have met in a different time and place, as different people,” Your voice is strained, another painful noise escaping your throat as you shake with the force of it. “I think I’d fall in love with you in every lifetime, if there are others after this one.”

A sob escapes Finnick’s own throat as he pulls you into his lap, holding you tightly. “I hope there are, Y/N. I hope in at least one we get our happy ending.”

[asofspades]

Okay, I got myself a physical copy of The Sun and The Star because I will always prefer a physical book to a digital one and also I can annotate them to my heart's content.

I've tried to not dive too deep into the critics of this book, mainly to avoid spoilers, but also to avoid entering this read with preformed ideas on why it's supposedly a bad book.

Now, I feel like I have to talk about why people may think this is a bad book, I've seen that one of the main critics is Nico and Will's relationship and, having read TOA, I have to say I have a feeling this is a mix of internalised queer phobia and preconceived ideas of what gay romances should be like (mainly, people want a plain straight romance but in a gay format).

Listen, I started TOA thinking that maybe Rick had completely erased Nico and Will's personalities and just made them GAY™ (ykwim). But what I saw instead was two characters who do happen to be traumatised teens in a world that keeps on traumatising them who so happen to be queer and be in a blossoming relationship.

Some of the critics are people saying Will is too controlling about Nico using his powers, but let's all just use our critical thinking skills for a hot minute and realise that the last time something big happened Will found Nico on the brink of death after Shadow travelling well past his limits, killing a guy after unleashing even more power he didn't have the energy for and fading into the Shadows. And let's also take into account that Will (a 14 y.o at that point) is the head medic of camp, so every injured camper is his responsibility and he's also the head counselor of his cabin, a position he acquired because every older Apollo kid died in the battle of Manhattan/labyrinth when he was 13. So we have a kid with way too much responsibility on his shoulders, who lost all of his older siblings at 13 and had to assume more responsibility who's seen his then crush now bf on the brink of death due to overusing his powers. Also, he literally let's Nico use his powers in Tower of Nero and they have contingencies for Nico passing out after shadow travelling, which probably means they actually communicated. I don't really see what's controlling about any of that, especially if you take into account that Nico has been borderline suicidal (because that kid will give up his life in an instant if it means helping the people who need it) and he, historically, has had basically 0 regard for his own wellbeing, something they basically show us he's working on.

Also, some points that I've seen discussed about their relationship are similar at some points to Percabeth's early years of relationship and I've seen no one criticising them for Percabeth, which is what makes me think some people just think queer relationships have to be sunshine and rainbows or be toxic, as if a couple, particularly of young teens with a buttload of abandonment and self worth issues, won't have arguments or ever disagree about anything.

This last point I'm bringing up is just purely speculation, but I've seen people complaining about the fact that Rick wrote this with another writer, as he said it was to make the gay aspect of the characters more accurate from someone who's queer. And I do feel that that decision might have derived from the heavy (and for me kind of undeserved) criticism of Solangelo's relationship dynamic in TOA. Also, some people might have been expecting a regular romance, and some people might have been expecting something purely action packed or something more similar to Percabeth's Tartarus section in HOO, which to that last one I have to say that comparing two people in a longer relationship who have interacted more often and have gone through basically all of their trauma since they were 12 together with another couple that's just starting out and made out of a kid who has too many responsibilities on his shoulders regarding the lives of people and a kid with a huge fear of abandonment and a history of being an outcast and not really liked due to his parentage and his powers as a whole (the boy owns it most of the time but we can't keep denying his self-worth issues just because he's a badass), plus one of them literally went through Tartarus alone before and had a very traumatic experience during and afterwards and the other literally needs sunlight to live, I feel like that would generate some conflicts.

That's all I wanted to say so far, do prepare for another rant once I'm done with TSATS, and probably another one where I do a more in depth analysis of Will and Nico's trauma throughout all of the Percy Jackson sagas and tell you how it shapes the beginning of their relationship.

[dukeofdelirium]

I saw this anti-Kataang post saying Katara is 14 going on 25 and Aang is 12 going on 8. And honestly this really pissed me off, the invalidation of Aang’s trauma and the adultification of Katara honestly grosses me out. It’s such a shameful mischaracterization and flanderization of both characters. Zutara stans like these are such fake fans, they don’t care about the show, they don’t care about Katara just their own fanfic version of Katara they can project onto.

https://www.tumblr.com/linnoya-writes/708121534055759872/kataang-but-its-only-a-2-year-age-difference?source=share

imma be real this is the weirdest shit I ever read 😭

“Aang plays with Momo while the other kids drink TEA like sophisticated ADULTS and play GAMES that require CRITICAL THOUGHT !!!! REEEEE”

Aang knows how to play pai sho…… we literally saw him playing it in book 1 episode 12: The Storm…. Fuckin moron @ OP 🤦🏻‍♂️

Also the weird commenting on what Aang would theoretically know about genitalia and sex is … odd…. And it’s also so strange to me that people think Aang would be some naive idiot who knows nothing about the world let alone about sex at his age.

The air nomads were very sexually open in ways that none of the other cultures are in ATLA. This is canon. They were a sexually free people, lol. So saying that Aang would have no concept of these things because he’s too “immature” to know about it is not aligning with what we know of his people and culture. We also know that Katara and Aang married and had a child together when they were pretty young, so… this whole argument is so strange lmao. Adding onto this, Aang traveled the world and frequently at that and we can assume he did so solo. He had way more life experience and knowledge by the age of 12 than Katara or Sokka combined, who had never even set foot outside their village. If any of these two characters is naive about sexuality and all it encompasses, it would in fact be Katara…. Who grew up in a village without men aside from her brother… lol. Aang traveled everywhere, he probably was friends with plenty of girls and I’m sure Katara wasn’t his first kiss, either given these facts.

Their argument is “Aang doesn’t know about female anatomy” which is implying he is unfit to date her on the grounds he couldn’t “please” her. However, as I already showed, this would very likely not be the case given Aang’s culture and people and everything we know of his life pre iceberg.

If anyone doesn’t know about sex and genitalia, it would be Katara. 100%. She literally grew up in an isolated village with no males aside from her brother. She would have virtually no concept of male puberty or male anatomy. Lol. So what’s the argument here? Is Katara now “unfit” for Aang because she grew up isolated from men? See how easy that was to flip their bullshit? 😭

And no, the point isn’t whether he knows or not, OP. The only reason anyone is considering this in the first place is because you argued the point. Yknow, because normal people don’t rlly think about this in regards to cartoon characters.

It’s honestly so bizarre to me how ppl act like Aang is the naive, stupid and sheltered child in the show when in reality, Aang was already self sufficient as a 12 year old. He traveled, cooked for himself and cared for himself during said travels, he knew of other cultures intimately, he knew a lot of history, he was already a master of his native element, etc…. That doesn’t sound like a naive child to me. Aang doesn’t act silly and goof off because he’s stupid. It’s both an aspect of his carefree personality and also a conscious choice and coping mechanism from trauma and grief and survivors guilt.

And anyway, Katara thinks of Aang’s carefree nature in a very positive light. She likes this about him.

I’m also never gonna understand the argument of “she grew up in war” as if Aang didn’t fight alongside her in that very war as a kid, too. Yeah, he had 12 years before that, but who gives a fuck? He also suffered far more loss than Katara or anyone for that matter, and that is objective fact.

[marygih]

Do you have any new headcanons? I found the ones in your pin very interesting!

Firstly: forgive me for the delay in responding, I started collecting my new headcanons and ended up forgetting to come back here to show them.

Anyway, my new headcanons:

1. Olive's tiara/crown is also made from a heavy material to help her stay on the ground and not fly away. It's extra weight to give her more comfort on the ground.

2. The council of ymbrynes never learned that Bentham accidentally created the hollowgasts. If they had known, Bentham would probably have been arrested. Even if he didn't create the hollows on purpose, he definitely planned a small genocide. This is probably considered a crime by the council.

3. Peculiar souls are not acidic, ambrosia was only acidic because the Wights wanted it, they made it that way. An addictive and corrosive liquid. It was their way of harming their peculiar "allies".

4. Caul always knew that Miss Peregrine was the successor of one of the 12 great ymbrynes who sealed Abaton and this probably made him hate her even more.

5. Nothing bad happened with the old Enoch loop, he probably just didn't suit the place and asked to change loops and ended up in Cairnholm,As grumpy as Enoch is, he likes living there, if he didn't like it he would have asked to change loops at the first opportunity.

6. Every time Abe visited Emma after the war he always went with the intention of ending everything with her, but personally he couldn't, he never had the courage to break her heart personally. Ending everything by letter was easier for him and more painful for her.

7. Claire is very young, she was probably found by Miss Peregrine when she was still very little and Ymbryne adopted her, that's why Claire is so attached to Miss P, she's the closest thing Claire has ever known to a mother.

8.Just like Olive and Noor, Claire is also a peculiar "Infant" she was born with a second mouth on the back of her head and her story must be quite sad.

9. When Victor's body was brought to the island, Enoch was the one who sewed up the entire body, he was the only one who had the courage to do this for his friend.

10. Millard has never feared being forgotten by Miss Peregrine, and probably enjoys being in her presence because she never fails to notice him. She feels his peculiarity, it's as if she sees him. Even though she doesn't really see him, she feels him, she always knows where he is, he will never be forgotten by her, she is the only one who notices his presence all the time.

11. Horace's dreams are completely meaningless, sometimes he manages to interpret and avoid the bad future, and sometimes he cannot understand what he dreamed but tries to explain and everything comes out confused and meaningless.

12. During the entire time that Fiona was missing, she was recovering from the injuries caused by her fall and the violence of the wights.

13. When Miss Peregrine saved Abe she probably didn't know what his peculiarity was, he was too young to be able to kill a hollow, he probably only discovered his gift when he was older and managed to survive an attack by hollowgasts. After all, there is no way for him to discover his power without having met Hollow in person.

14. Hugh has a whole routine organized for his bees so that their life in his stomach is as comfortable as if they lived in a normal hive.

15. There was probably a burial for Caul, and for all the current wights, after all, before they discovered what they had become, they were all presumed dead.

16. The constant transformations of ymbrynes into their respective birds harm their bone health. Their bones keep changing size and becoming hollow, their joints are also damaged, which is why they develop bone and joint problems early. Like Miss Peregrine's arthritis and how Miss Avocet became a wheelchair user.

17. Mr White and his men always knew that the children were with Caul and not Miss P. He was only so worried about knowing where the Falcon was because he knew that it was his master, and he was worried that he wasn't with the children. The wights were only chasing the children to force them to look for Miss Wren faster.

18. Wights do not have complete control or trust in hollows, and they can see the creatures, but they do not trust them enough to ride hollows like Jacob does.

19. Miss Peregrine's greatest fear is losing one of her children. She's already lost many children to tragic deaths, and she definitely doesn't want to go through that again.

20. The ymbrynes of the primordial era of the peculiars were also giants. Gigantic and very wise bird-women.

[paper-mario-wiki]

I don't know if you've talked about this elsewhere already but was the break from streaming intentional and/or are you planning on returning to streaming some time in the foreseeable future? no pressure, I just miss your silly antics :o)

felt very burnt out from being someone who people are always lookin at all the time mostly! (and also a lot more reasons)

got a new job that pays just as well as streaming (which is enough to pay for rent in seattle with roommates, buy food for myself, and sometimes buy yet another japanese gamecube via online auction), and have been enjoying the feeling of not relying on anonymous teenagers and young adults who are just as poor as me on the internet for my income. It's something i was extremely grateful for, but it's not only a very infirm way to generate revenue on a reliable basis, but also i always felt an ever-present sense of guilt for it. like, instilling within other people who i know are in my tax bracket (one that is below the poverty line) the idea of "hey if you dont tip me for doing this free service, the quality of which is damningly subjective, I will be homeless. but no pressure haha" is something that i was never able to shake.

also like. performing is quite draining for me! the way i portray myself in my streams is EXTREMELY extroverted while, in my personal life, i prefer to spend 8 to 14 of my waking hours every day by myself in my room with my dog. i like the quiet, and i feel at peace most when i am not being perceived by other people.

lastly, i really dislike having inordinate levels of social power. for a several reasons. like, SEVERAL reasons. this is the longest section of this post.

8 years ago, i got way more famous than any 16 year old should ever be when i got tens of thousands of followers overnight for doing undertale shit. and i think it really fucked up my ability to make friends at a time where my only experience meeting new people was at school or at church, and i lived far enough out in the woods that i couldnt just go outside and hang out with the neighbors cuz the neighbors lived a mile away. my socializing skills in general are way more stilted than i'd prefer for someone my age. in private settings ive got my foot in my mouth a lot. and sometimes in public settings too! im sure if youve seen streams ive been on, youve seen plenty of "chase you really shouldnt have said that" moments. and youre probably right, i probably shouldnt have! my moment-to-moment gauge for what i should and shouldnt say is very slow to catch up cuz ive got like. advanced mental illnesses. like, im not joking when i say ive been formally diagnosed several times over by different doctors with shit ive never heard anybody ever talk about, online or otherwise.

i dont think that's an excuse to say heinous or cruel things by any means of course, but i also think that i should not rely on a job where there's constantly a microphone in my hand and an audience listening intently to what i say. im not at all pulling the "its okay that i say mean things because im mentawy iww" card. as a matter of fact i think it's not okay that i say them! and i feel very embarrassed when i do! the filter that separates "normal healthy thoughts" and "intrusive unhealthy thoughts" is thinner and more flimsy in my brain than in others.

ive only gotten this far because i surround myself with very smart, patient, and kind people, and by trying to be understanding and patient with others too. and ive begun apologizing to people a lot more. i dont like it when people are mad at me, and i dont like that for a long time i had professionally painted myself into a corner where im typically always the "heel" in comedy settings, because the "heel" is the guy everyone shits on all the time. i got this reputation not because i actively enjoy being mean, but because i learned to adapt to the aforementioned "clinically unreliable intrusive thoughts filter" by realizing i would say things that came across as mean, and in real time exaggerating that it into a character that people could shoot back at without feeling guilty while still having fun. theres nothing that ruins a good time quite like someone who is constantly apologizing for doing something wrong, and then continuing to do that wrong thing anyway. dont misunderstand, i absolutely adore dunking on weenies when everyone can get a good laugh out of it (like tumblr anons, who i think should be classified as prokariyotic invertebrates and not people (no offense)) but even though it's a joke it still feels very bad when that's expected of me when i walk into a room. because if i walk into a room, and everyone expects me to be an asshole, everyone is on the defensive before i say anything, and sometimes they take shots at me when im not trying to "play". even worse, if im a heel in a setting where it's expected of me and someone cant really keep up with "the bit" then that just means im being an asshole to someone who cant or doesnt have the energy to fight back. and not just any asshole, an asshole who has had nearly a decade of professional experience being a paid asshole.

if im being frank, i dont know if i'll come back in a full capacity. i might! im not ruling that out! and you'll probably still see me pop up in my friends streams, because i did LOVE what i did for a very long time! but after i took my "break" in december after being more stressed than ive ever been, and i knew it was no longer financially necessary for me to livestream, i had the thought "i will go back to streaming when i find within myself a desire to do so" and ya know what? i havent yet.

and DO NOT FUCKING BOTHER MY FRIENDS ABOUT THIS. if you post a fucking "hey have u heard what chase said" message in their chat or in their DMs or anything, im not joking when i say you are actively being the kind of person i changed my career to avoid! fuck you, for real! stop trying to interface with them to get some new piece of information or opinion about me you fucking weirdo! they'll talk about me if they want to, but going to someone who is doing their own thing and asking them to instead comment on someone else it is ALWAYS fucking annoying. if you want to think about me, do it by yourself! or ask me directly! or do it in the comment section of a video im in! or write a fanfiction about me and then throw it away!

but if ur not that kind of person then ur cool dont worry.

anywho! im sorry if this is a bummer to read. but that's the full skinny.

im still posting regularly on twitter (clown_depot)! and if i DO go live, either on my twitch channel or on a friend's stream, it will be posted there!

thanks for watching :^]

im not goin radio silent, im just gonna turn off the electric window that lets people see me for a while.

[01-05-2001]

here’s my ultimate caldre headcanon list… to be updated

CAL

1. junkorexic, likely ARFID

2. cannot cook at all

3. extreme interest in buddhism

4. realised his bisexuality pretty early but never told anyone, died in the closet.

5. avid gore site browser

6. parentified by his family, often blamed for things out of his control/unreasonable expectations to place on a child. but also total helicopter parents.

7. insomniac, has awful episodes. crashes in andre’s room or car a lot.

8. dyscalculia, maybe dyspraxia

9. loves niche sci fi

10. mild cat allergy

11. perceived as ditsy/an airhead, never taken very seriously by any of his friends (aside from andre)

12. killed animals as a kid or dissected roadkill

13. messiest room in history

14. always chewing gum

15. most chaotic driver ever, failed his test

16. boat and plane autism

17. bad reality TV addict

18. multiple suicide attempts, probably from a young age

19. likes swords more than guns. samurai fuckass

ANDRE

1. on accutane, skin is always dry as hell

2. smashing pumpkins listener

3. season allergies

4. easily possessive/jealous

5. had a few crushes/casual relationships but never anything serious before he died. first kiss at most.

6. bacne

7. takes gym class way too seriously. why are we yelling it’s dodgeball

8. cat person but will never admit it. LOVES mel totally dotes on her in private. she’s always sleeping on his chest or on his lap. after zero day she sleeps on his bed constantly, or paws at his locked bedroom door waiting to be let in.

9. got lice one time in junior year and got his head shaved and it was the most embarrassing thing ever

10. inferior younger brother syndrome

11. bulimic tendencies, especially overexcercise.

12. compulsively cleans his room

13. depression manifests as anger. punches walls and stuff. rarely cries, only ever in private

14. obsessed with military regalia

15. star wars nerd!!!!!!

16. read catcher in the rye and kinned holden caulfield way too hard

17. chubby kid, lost weight in his teen years but definitely has intense body dysmorphia about it.

18. dad makes attempts to reach out in last few months — but zero day is already in motion. it’s futile

19. the gun knockback broke andre’s nose during the shooting

20. dyslexia

21. is like genuinely actually gay but refuses to acknowledge it. he’s convinced every guy just feels like that

22. snores so loudly

[littledesertfox]

Do you have any favorite pictures of Rommel?

I do! Actually too many to decide which ones I like best, I think😅 But these are some of my favourites, I tried to kind of sort them into different categories (beware this is gonna be a long post):

Please note that the positive descriptions or "gushing" that may occur in this post refer strictly to his appearance, not his views or actions! I guess that makes sense since we're talking about pictures here, but just wanted to clarify it.

These are some of my favourite portraits of him, especially the first two are some I really like. This is probably just me talking in my own biased opinion, but I genuinely do think that he had a very beautiful face. Like, he looks so soft but still masculine at the same time? And his facial features just compliment each other very well. Somehow I also really like looking at his eyes (which is funny because I'm horrendously bad at that in real life😂), especially the first 3 pictures just have something very tender about them.

Next up, fully body photos! The second one is probably one of my favourite pictures of him ever, I don't know exactly what he's doing but he looks very funny xD But also these pictures always make me think that I can't help myself but find his body shape genuinely aesthetically appealing, and I've been trying to identify why that is. I think I just really like that he doesn't look like the "ideal" of a stereotypically masculine man, while appearing in no way less masculine because of that. Like, he wasn't built very tall or broad (I've read that he was about 1,68m, of course people were just shorter on average back then, but on photos together with others he often still looks rather small), he had a small torso and more slanted shoulders, overall just a more soft and (in my opinion) almost dainty body shape. I feel like the uniforms he typically wore just added to that, for example in the way they accented his hips quite a bit in some photos. Personally, I find this type of man with softer features like him just much more aesthetically attractive than a stereotypical dudebro/"alpha male" (I hate that word so much bruh💀) kind of guy. Plus, it also gives me an odd kind of reassurance in regard to my own gender expression. I could go on about this but I think I'll rather save that for a later post because this already got quite long.

Next a category that is very special to me🫶 Photos together with his chief of staff and best friend Fritz Bayerlein! I'd honestly love to add more of these, but they are sometimes a bit harder to find online. There are quite a few photos of them together in Bayerlein's biography, but I haven't scanned or taken pictures of most of them yet. I hope to post some of them in the future though, maybe also with some background information. I love all of these, but I especially adore how genuine and effortless Erwin's smile look in the second one. From all the things I've read about them, I like to think that he and Fritz really had a deep and trustful bond and cared a lot about each other.

I don't know how many pictures I can still fit into this post, so I'll finish it off with a few more that don't belong to a specific category:

Proud dad Rommel with little Manfred🥺 I feel like this is also a more uncommon photo where he's not wearing his usual uniform.

Young Rommel! I got to be honest, I enjoy pictures of him as a young man and I don't think he looked bad in the slightest, but I still think he's the type of person who gradually just started looking better and better as he got older. I wonder how he'd have turned out though if he got to live longer.

I just think he looks a bit funny with a Stahlhelm on😂 Not quite the way how you're used to seeing him.

I first came across this photo when I was maybe 13 or 14, and ever since I've wondered if it just had to do with the image quality and age, or if Rommel actually shaved his legs😂 Like, they look so smooth. I don't know about you, but if I was leading an army then shaving a legs would pretty much be the last thing I'd think of doing. Maybe he also simply had just very little or very light body hair though, I think it would fit in with the rest of his appearance.

I could go on for longer but I think this post is already long enough so I'll stop for now. At first I thought about making an extra category for family photos as well as for WW1 pictures of him, however I don't have a lot of them saved and was mostly using pictures here that I already had and didn't have to look up first. This was very fun though, I just love looking at all kinds of photos of him. Thanks for the ask <3