Victor Franzini — born in 1995 — France
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Victor Franzini — born in 1995 — France
it’s white latina season
Things I Think Are Adorable
-Tooth gaps
-Freckles
-Lisps
-Chubbiness
-Stretch Marks
-Wrinkles/Smile Lines
-You
freckles pt4 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸
tony stark didn't truly believe in asking for permission, not when he was young and hotheaded, not when he was learning how to control the reigns of stark industries, and definitely not when he wanted to make pepper potts smile. he did it the way he did everything else — with confidence sharpened to a point, with charm deployed like a controlled experiment. he leans in over pepper’s shoulder as she works, close enough that his voice becomes a private thing, warm and amused. ❝ you know, ❞ he murmurs, eyes flicking from the screen to the elegant line of her profile, ❝ there are at least six people in this building who think you’re the reason i’m functional. i haven’t corrected them. i enjoy the myth. ❞ his grin is quick, conspiratorial, the kind that suggests he’s letting her in on a joke the universe wasn’t invited to hear. she's pretty when she blushes, she's softer when tony can convince him she's his.
pepper doesn’t look at him right away (she never does) and that, more than anything, is what gets him. when she finally does turn, it’s measured, fond, a little dangerous in its restraint. tony’s smile softens, just a fraction, something sincere threading through the bravado. ❝ you keep me honest, ❞ he says lightly, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t matter that it’s true. ❝ which is impressive, considering honesty and i are… intermittent collaborators. ❞ his hand brushes the edge of her desk, close to hers but not touching, a promise hovering in the space between them. ❝ tell me you’re staying late tonight, potts. purely professional reasons, of course. i’d hate to distract you with my devastating good looks. ❞ @frekcles
what do you want it to be?
the weight of her question sinks like a heavy stone plopped into deep water. THAT FEELS AWFULLY DIRECT. definitely pointed enough to slice through the haze often clouding your thoughts these days. you've fought wars, carried burdens no human could imagine, but somehow this question—— a simple, personal thing—— feels harder to answer than all of that. YOU'RE NOT USED TO THE QUIET MOMENTS. moments where the earth isn't screaming for your help, where there isn't a mutant in danger, or a universe on the brink of total annihilation. [sometimes from your own doing.] WHAT DO I WANT? the thought ripples throughout your mind, the uncertainty like a tidal wave pulling back from the shore, exposing the roots of feelings you've ignored for far too long.
the truth? you don't really know. not completely, and you might not ever know. [is there any solace in that? none, whatsoever.]
a deep breath is taken, the scent of earlier coffee breezing past your nostrils, grounding you in this moment of reality. a small part of you wishes for something simple, clear, and concise—— handed directly to you on a silver platter. life is not that simple. [you wouldn't do well without a challenge, either.] pepper is so very different from you in many ways, but that makes her easier to converse with. no mind games, no powers, just open questions and an expectation you'll answer honestly. you can provide that with ease. ❝ i don't... ❞ the words get caught in your throat and you blink—— once, and then twice, shaking your head lightly. the words stumble because they're authentic, coming from a place of genuine displacement. ❝ i don't think i've ever really thought about that. what i want, i mean. ❞ you try to force a smile across you lips but it falls short, feeling fragile in the process—— another crack to your previously cracked exterior.
❝ i've always been told, what i should want, what i need to be, is for the team. for everyone else. ❞ you've always been jean grey, the girl who fits into the box others made for her. the voice of reason. the one who plays it safe—— but you've changed, grown beyond those expectations, and even now, you still feel it. the power thrumming beneath your flesh, the phoenix still a flame flickering at the railing of your mind. it's not something you want to think about, especially not now, but it's there. IT'S ALWAYS THERE.
" hey-o chickadee! " dropping bags at the end of the spiral stair case [ ... ] you'd think she was moving in with the amount of luggage's sprawled in the entry way! mary jane was a girl who packed the necessities even if that involved moving her entire wardrobe and vanity. a girl always needed to look her best and you never knew just what might be needed!
" have room for one more delinquent? " a coy tone echoes through the residence as the reds collide for an embrace. a goddaughters love for her this newfound family brought a comforting warmth that she often missed in life. " aunt ana and may parker are roomies now. two's a party but three's a crowd with those ladies! " she smiles warmly, feeling comfortable and confident in the household. it's not often this occurs with others! " my flat is being renovated and sadly out of commission for the unforeseeable future. "
🎲 @frekcles , surprise idk something?