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MEET THE CHARACTERS!
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The characters themselves!! All the main gang is now 17! (Besides Nadine she's 16). Jake and Devon are of course, still dating! And so are Lexy and Nadine! Don't worry, Junior is still alive and well just not pictured on the drawing, him and Lexy just aren't together anymore (though they are on good terms and still close friends). Bellow them is the Pierce-Valentine family!! Nica is 38 and Tiffany is 45 (we aged Nica up and aged Tiffany down so there isn't too much of an age gap!) Nica and Tiffany are married now since Tiffany has grieved the passing of her late husband Charles, she remarried with Nica and Nica helped her raise Glen and Glenda who are now both 21! Nica is the art teacher and the school therapist in the high school the gang goes to. Tiffany is the drama/theater teacher! That's all the info! (for now)
#Chucky high school au#ask chsau#chsau#Devon Evans#Lexy Cross#Jake Wheeler#Nadine Chucky#Nica Pierce#Tiffany Valentine#Glenda Rey#Glen Rey#Chucky fanart#Ask blog!#Lexdine#Jevon#Tiffnica#Niffany
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Im tryna have Fontaine kids...give this man a baby I swea he'll love his kids like m leaning more towards girl dad like I feel it in my nuggets
Toodles~ rey rey 💛
dad! fontaine has been haunting my subconscious for weeks now ｡ﾟ(ﾟ＾Д＾ﾟ)ﾟ｡ and he would be a girl dad
dad! fontaine hcs | (very sfw)
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♡ had no idea how to be a father. he never planned to be one in the first place. he didn't hate kids he was just indifference to most of them, expect junebug. plus he has a fear of fatherhood, since his dad was never in the picture. plus his lifestyle didn't reflect dad of the year. so becoming a father was the last thing on his mind.
♡ but when you sat on his couch that night and bawled your eyes out, after you told him you were pregnant. it was like his whole world stopped for a minute. he was rethinking everything he ever thought about parenthood, and he didn't know how to feel.
"you wanna keep it baby?" he finally broke the silence that surrounded the two of you.
you tried to answer but all that came out were sobs and hiccups. he could tell you hadn't come to terms with it either. so he decided it was just best to comfort you for now, and discuss later.
it's okay. he'll stay no matter what you decided, he's not going anywhere. And he always kept his word, stayed with you through everything.
♡ the day you went into labor, it was like a completely different side of taine came out. he was nervous, his hands were shaking and his eyes reflected how panicked he really was.
♡ he and the doctors went back and forth at times. some threats were thrown, and mama's were brought up. but he knew he had control himself, cause if he was scared, you would be too. "where the fuck is that damn epidural man. she's in fucking pain, get your head out yo ass". (thank god he left his strap at home).
♡ the man was riddening with fear and guilt. he told you how sorry he was that you had to go through this, he hated seeing you in pain.
♡ but once it was over. all those feelings left, and were replaced with happiness (and a little fear). he was happy that you gave him a beautiful baby girl. but dreaded the idea that he would fail as a dad.
♡ but no matter how scared he was, he vowed that no matter what, he would always be there for his girls.
♡ he'll stay up with you every night that the baby cried. whether it was a diaper change or a breast feed, he was up with you. If the baby wanted to be fed, he'll let you lean back on him. sometimes he'll hold her for you and just keep you propped up.
♡ would make sure to tell anyone who wanted to see or touch the baby that, "you ain' touchin' her or her momma with cho' dirty ass hands. an' if you smoking, put tha' shi' out before i do for you". He's a little overprotective ok.
♡ just picture his infamous cadillac driving through the glen blasting baby shark. and he would be bumping his head to it too.
♡ always had the baby near him. either she was cradled in his arms, or his makeshift baby sling. he watched a bunch of tutorials on how to make them. in all honesty, he didn't wanna put her down, he couldn't stand being away from, her for too long.
♡ he read so many parenting book during your pregnancy that he now quotes them daily when you catch him doing some dumb shit your baby.
"taine, why are you staring down my baby like that?"
"that nigga dr. holding say tha' doin' this builds a bond. and that nigga got a phd on this, so it gotta be a lil tru' "
"taine, baby?"
"yea, ma?"
"put my baby down"
♡ chronically attached at this point. and I bet you know what was her first word. if you need anymore hints, it cost you twenty bucks and your dignity.
♡ he cried the day she began walking. cause in his words, "she's practically gonna be in college next year and leaving her daddy for a bum nigga". dramatic much.
♡ is her designated stylist. buys any accessories she wants. simply holds them up, let's her pick and swipes the card. will wear a bow in his hair if she asked him to. the most gangsta baby daddy you've ever seen. "what you never seen a real ass nigga in a pinkie pie pattern bow before. fuckin punk"
♡ is her biggest hype man too. loves to hype both y'all up. tells her she's the prettiest princess with the prettiest mommy in the whole world.
♡ the same way he loves to help you do your hair, he loveeeess doing her hair too. will spend an hour getting the best colour bead pattern that matchs her outfit. spends his time making at home hair masks cause the ones in the store have too much chemicals for his angel. and also makes it his mission to get the perfect swoop angle on her edges. and best believe, they have matching bonnets.
♡ him and that damn baby conspire against you all the time. they will have inside jokes about you. even a secret language built around them practically shit talking you sometimes. After nine damn months, this is how she treats you three years later.
♡ it was hell to convince him to go on a date night or anything that involves leaving your daughter for more than 10 minutes. if you do, he'll make sure to prep everything his little angel could ever need while he's gone. and checks in every five minutes, and a hair strand turns gray everytime the phone rings.
♡ if you just so happen to forget to mention that you called over slick and yo-yo to watch his kid. that man will practically be losing hair follicles the whole night. cause he don't want to have to bust a cap in slick's fake fur salvation army coat.
♡ and if you think that's bad imagine her first day of school. the man spent weeks dreading this reality. almost bursted into tears at the orientation. his heart wrenched when she walked to class by herself, without even giving him a hug. yall were in that parking lot for an hour as you reassured him, she still loves her papa bear. "she still loves him, she's just excited to make new friends. No taine, you can't be her only friend."
♡ what can he say he loves his little girl.
#fontaine x reader#they cloned tyrone#fontaine they cloned tyrone#fontaine x black reader#☆° via writes °☆
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Jason Underwood being a better dad than Howard Stark for 9 minutes straight | Marvel Fic
Pairings: Tony x Pepper, JJ x Liz, Liane x Ethan
Summary: What happened when a man frozen in time suddenly is in charge of raising the heroes of tomorrow? In other words, Jason trying to keep everyone in check and doing well.
Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Howard Stark, Rei Stark, Ava Stark, The Avengers, Young Avengers and etc
Fandoms: Marvel Comics—> Iron Man 1-3, The Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Age Of Ultron
A/N: I blame Glen giving rom-com energy! I hate him (affectionately). His favorite song is Unwritten hehehe
Sequel to this fanfic!
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Tony sat down at his lab downtown with his eyes shot, the lights made him more than pale as he lay inside his car and faced the wall. He has been drinking since this afternoon. His tears filled his eyes as he looked to his side to find his uncle walking around to open the side of the car.
He was surprised to see him here, last he checked he was with Coulson on a small assignment.
“Tony..” He muttered, resting his head against his hand, “Come on buddy.”
“I can’t stand..I’m tired, JJ..” He replied, squeezing his eyes shut and leaned forward into his touch for a spilt second.
“It’s okay, I got you.”
Tony was silent as an arm was looped around his side, lifting him up and out of the car, standing over to leave the lab and head upstairs. Jason kept an eye on him asking if he was alright in which his nephew just nodded. He lay him down on the couch with a soft blanket across his body wrapped tightly to keep him warm.
A moment later, he returned with a small glass of water and some fruit. Orange slices to be consumed by Tony within a matter of minutes. He watched him as he sat, allowing his nephew to rest his head on his shoulder and even saw the crossword puzzle on his neck start to erase with time.
“..I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately…” Tony admitted with a small sigh biting down on another orange slice.
Jason hushed his voice for a moment before humming, “It’s okay..you just got overwhelmed, you need a break, step back and regroup..”
“I’m boyfriend of the year..are Pepper and I even dating?”
“I would like to say you are..you will figure out, just no more running off for a while. Please.”
The brunette only nodded, as his uncle found something on the TV for him to watch. He even wondered if he should provide him a vitamin C infusion, JARVIS recommended it. All that matter was to keep him away for the drinks for a while and not have him stray away from help.
He has a good idea where to start.
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Jason carried a 2 year old Rei in his arms, resting the small brunette on his hip walking around the mansion trying to get him to stop crying.
It was early in the evening. His mother was gone for a week, his father was stuck at work with Pepper and JARVIS was no help.
Rei was whimpering, having just returned from the backyard not wanting anyone to know he got hurt. Jason of course figured out the problem and cleaned up the small mess on his knee. Now he rested his head on his godfather’s shoulder as his hand cuffed the fabric of the sweater.
Him and Tony were the same in this aspect, getting hurt by something and wanting to deal with it by themselves. Yes, it showed independence but still, it was alarmingly obvious it wasn’t the best move.
“Aw penguin..” He said softly, gently resting his head against his own, “Rei, it’s gonna be alright..you’re fine now.”
“It hurts..” He mumbled into his shoulder, as soft tears rose to his eyes.
“I know that it hurts, but you took medicine for it and now you’re going to feel much better I promise.”
“I’m dumb, papa..”
Jason was pacing around the room at this point and paused but kept a hand rubbing circles across his small back. He hated hearing his kids talking about themselves that way.
“Hey, hey, you’re not dumb..you’re Rei Stark, you’re one of the smartest boys I know. You fell cause you’re running so hard, that’s all. It can happen to anyone, even me.” Jason explained.
“You fell?” He questioned removing his head the shoulder he was resting on to face him properly.
“Yeah I fell a lot. I still fall and trip over things, if you only knew how much times I almost died tripping over your father’s toys.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah, really. It hurt a lot, but I got up again. Just like you did.”
At that Rei softly smiled and nodded, feeling a bit better about not feeling so bad for falling down earlier. He was a strong kid but rather sensitive about things whether he admits it or not.
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“Pops, I think I like guys too now.” Rei blunted said entering the living room of Avengers Tower.
Jason was on the couch reading A Streetcar Named Desire when he heard his godson say those words. He took him a long moment to lock in what he said then smiled. JJ remembered Rei checking out some cute reporter two weeks ago but didn’t say anything to not embarrass him.
He already figured out that he might’ve felt that way but waited for him to come to his own conclusions about it.
Rei waited for a response, he was kinda shitting his pants wondering what the heck he was going to say to him.
A few seconds later Jason spoke, “I know. And I’m happy for you.”
“Wait what?” Rei asked as his eyes silently widened, “Dad freaked out!”
“Your father is just being dramatic, thinking you weren’t going to ever date until your mid twenties. Don’t worry about him. How do you feel?”
“I feel okay, I guess. How are you not freaking out?”
“Kiddo your grandfather and father aren’t straight eariler. I was just wondering to see if you were gonna being home a boy or girl someday, I’ll love you all the same. You know that.”
“B-but..I was ready for some lecture or something.”
“I’m not Cap, kiddo.”
“Wait grandpa wasn’t…that’s impossible he married grandma and dad never said..”
“Your grandfather has always been into blondes. Hence why he liked me, Cap, my sister and your grandmother.”
“Oh shit, grandpa was bi..and so is dad? Just to be clear, you’re cool with all of this, right?”
“Yeah, you’re my kid. As long as you don’t date some ignorant jerk or bitter bitch we’re fine.”
Rei nodded thinking it went better than he thought. Of course he wasn’t going to bring anyone to his house who insulted him or made him feel guilty, he wasn’t stupid.
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Tony and Jason were in the middle of the kitchen together sharing some slices of pizza. A small mission went as planned, the heroes were all celebrating at home with them.
It was quiet. A little too quiet for his liking.
“Where’s our son?” Yelled a voice that belonged to his wife.
And there it is.
Despite not being officially confirmed as married to a legal counsel, in their hearts they are.
Liz came in with her arms crossed stealing a slice of pizza from the box muttering that she was hungry. Tony locked eyes with his uncle then looked at his aunt with a smile.
“Whatever it is, blame the kids!” Tony exclaimed taking another bite.
“You stole my blueprints from the basement without telling me.” Liz said looking between her nephews and husband.
“How is that a bad thing?”
“Because they are mine. Some of them were…made for the military during the war.”
“I was just going to reinforce them into better positions and transport your idea into something useful for the modern day.”
Jason joined into the conversation as he added, “Honey, you did make some explosive points when you created those fine numbers back in the day.”
Liz jokingly glared, “Who’s side are you on?”
“I’m afraid to say which one.”
“Good answer.”
Tony sighed, “In my defense, I was just curious! It’s not like I going to have something blow up in my head…this time at least.”
“I swear you’re more like your father every day..” She muttered softly smiling, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Next time, you come to me with an idea. We’re a family for a reason, you have my brain!”
The three of them talked it over coming to a good compromise. But a part of Jason couldn’t wonder how Liz would react if Louis, Tony’s brother who lived in another city within the United States, stole one of her blueprints too. It was always evident that the Stark boys tend to be the most curious boys alive, it resulted in those sets of brother destroying one of his favorite cars.
They always tend to take a small comment and trickle it down to a roar, as one small idea would turn into something great for humanity or an opportunity gone wrong. That’s how Ultron was created…
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“Alright. Relax your shoulders a bit, tighten the grip on the handle and have your fingers line up the tip of the arrow.” He instructed with a smile.
“Like this?” She asked, holding up her bow and arrow at an angle.
She could’ve learned from Clint but he was busy on a date with his wife and her mom was babysitting. She already knew how to use a gun, but extra protection in skills was always a plus.
She picked out a specific arrow she wanted to use and took care of the bow she was handed. She questioned if Jason even knew how to work this kind of equipment.
His response, “I never said I didn’t know how to use a gun. And never said I didn’t know how to shoot an arrow either.”
“Fair point. When did you learn to shoot with a bow and arrow?” She wondered with a smile.
“I was on a mission in Tokyo, to chase down some idiot who stole a type of drug. As I was running through the streets, s arrow came flying from a rooftop to straight into the guys leg. Then I met the guy who shot him.”
“What wad his name?”
“Karl Yune. He was a good archer, he taught me a thing or two about this.”
“Sounds like a nice man.”
“Yeah, his older cousin worked as a geneticist in Korea.”
“…they are not related to Ji-Hoon, they are?”
Jason just winked telling her return to training as she grinned softly to herself. The two of them went onto 2 rounds, as he showed her how to start feeling comfortable with holding such equipment. Rochelle wasn’t that bad at the game, shooting the wall full of targets as best as she could.
“Good. Now you’re ready for take on your real teacher.” He said with a chuckle, lowering his bow.
She raised an eyebrow confused by his wording, “What..”
As if on cue, walked in a tan skinned woman with long brown hair and tattoos. She held a grin greeting Jason with a tight hug before turning around to meet Rochelle.
“Lydia Barton.” She said holding out her hand to shake.
The redhead smiled shaking her hand and said, “Rochelle, but you probably already know who I am.”
Jason smirked telling them to be careful and have fun, that he’ll be back to check up on them later. Both girls just grinned leading into a casual but intriguing discussion on their favorite things, before training.
Something told him that they would be good friends.
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“Give it back! It’s mine you little twerp!”
“It was mine first! I saw the last batch of cookies before your ass ever thought about them.”
“Oh really mature using curse words at me!”
“What do you care? You’re failing grammar anyway!”
“HEY! That’s enough.” In called Jason’s voice as he swung into the room snatching the cookie out of Ava’s hand and placing against it lips instead, “If you were are gonna fight over a damn cookie, then neither of you deserve to eat it.”
Rei crossed his eyes like the 9 year old he was and scoffed, “It was mine!”
“Oh pleaseeee, you said you didn’t want any cookies in the first place anyway!” Ava barked back.
“I could’ve wanted it for later, ever think of that!”
“You’re such a smartass sometimes…no wonder you don’t—”
Jason glared at both kids, “Ava, don’t even finish that sentence. And Rei, if you wanted it so badly why didn’t you tell her? You two could’ve broken the cookie in half instead of making a mess out of it.”
Both young Starks looked away from their godfather, feeling guilty and embarrassed for causing such a scene in the kitchen. Yet there was an instant anger behind their eyes, as Rei and Ava glared at each other. It was normal for siblings to fight over plenty of things but theses two would argue over everything, not making up afterwards either.
Their godfather sighed softly as he watched both of them in silence waiting for an answer that ever came.
Then he spoke, “You know something? There is something I want both of you to understand. Listen good, when I say that you two only have each other. Friends will come and go, they won’t always stay despite your best efforts. But as siblings, that’s a unit that you created for the moment your brought into this family.”
Ava muttered, “But he’s a little smartass, he thinks he’s always right..”
“Cause I am..” Rei added hearing his big sister.
Jason gave them a certain look as he continued, “You two are young, so you don’t get it right now. But there will come a time when you need each other but because you were both so harsh and pigheaded with another, you’re gonna feel alone. You’ll hate each other..despite a little part of you that still loves them..you don’t want to accept that. Then you won’t even want to imagine what happens next to your relationship.”
At those words, the siblings looked at one another then glanced down at the floor, that heavyweight anger started to creep away from their systems. Ava started to feel sorry for her actions as Rei began to feel upset about staring a riot. They knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. There was another moment of silence in the room, only the small sound of Jason’s biting down on the cookie that didn’t matter to them anymore. The sibling exchange small gestures of apologies toward one another, even apologizing to their godfather as well.
Ava asked, “Did you ever get into fights with your siblings?”
Rei added, “You and auntie Peg look like you could have fought a lot.”
“Well…” Jason replied with a half smile and shrugged, “..yes, me and aunt Peg fought a lot, but we always tried to make up for our mistakes. But I had another sister before her…her name was Dot, she was smart and cunning, she wasn’t ever around to help me…when she was, she treated me like crap, so we always fought..”
“Did you ever forgive her?” Ava asked out of curiosity, hoping for a good answer.
“Uh..we did forgive each other every once in a while..I tried to forgive her, but she never had the courage to forgive me. She was my big sister, I loved her, but she wasn’t really someone I would call to help me if I was in trouble, she would leave me out to dry..”
Rei nodded, “So that’s why you and auntie Peg are good friends..she was like a sister..so you want me and Ava to be like that too?”
“Exactly. You want both of you to look out for each other, make sure you’re alright and not hurt. Not leave the other in the dust.” Jason responded with a smile.
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Cue scenes of Jason playing with his first godchild, Ava Stark, in her bedroom pretending to be Pop Stars. Ava was singing along to Christina Aguilera, Gwen Stefani and Avril Lavigne with a toy guitar in her hands.
Jason was sitting on the floor waving lights around and dressed in a funny hat, pretending to be her producer for a music video. He loved seeing his goddaughter shine acting out magic video footage in her bedroom as he filmed her. At first he didn’t want to be recorded on any cameras but after some encouragement from Tony and the others, she tried it out.
“I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky. And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change.” She sung into her microphone as she played the guitar.
“And break away!” Jason sung along to the lyrics.
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One of the things of having a little girl in the house, songs get repeated every so often you remember the lyrics yourself. Poor man still has Under The Sea stuck in his head from last weekend.
It’s one of those things that carries over every generation of children he gets to know is the music taste, he may not always appreciate or enjoy the music but it does tend to become an enjoyable ear worm for him. If it’s AC/DC album from Tony to Selena Gomez’s Who Say from Rochelle, they tend to get stuck in his head!
He tries to not let everyone in on his own playlist of songs but sometimes it will slip out…
Jason just finished a small meeting with the industry and answering questions from SHIELD investors, who just annoyed him the whole time, and decided to make himself a grilled cheese sandwich. He yelled out if anyone else wanted one but received no answer, so he shrugged, then popped in his ear buds cuing in his playlist. He had a bunch of songs.
“Starring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find…” He sang out to the lyrics slapping both sides of bread onto the frying pan.
That was when Ethan stumbled into the kitchen saying, “JJ you saying some..”.
He paused noticing that the blonde wasn’t listening and singing instead as Liane bumped into him, she exclaimed to her boyfriend something important but Ethan told her to hush as he pointed out the scene in front of them.
Liane was confused for a moment then squeaked seeing Jason singing out loud as he danced in place, it wasn’t something she saw coming but was more than surprised to see the man was in his element. She smirked to herself wondering what other songs he knew.
A couple of days later, the pair were coming back from their trip to the movie theater as that very song was playing on the radio. The two walked in singing it loud enough to hear along with a group of Taylor Swift songs. Before they knew some of the young avengers were humming the damn tune.
The tall blonde walked past hearing his serenity song being sung, raising an eyebrow at everyone’s actions wondering who else knew about this. Oh god he wasn’t gonna be able to live that one down anytime soon.
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One of the biggest things people always assume is that he was the best parent ever, due to the young avengers always wanting to hang around his chill vibes and warm atmosphere he created.
But the truth is that he wasn’t a freaking super-dad or anything. He grew up with a somewhat rusty alcoholic father and a mother who was always traveling around with her kids, leaving him to pick up the pieces himself when they weren’t at home bricking about something. In response he tried to convince the world he was going to be fine no matter what happened, he even believed it himself.
Jason even promised to make the best he can when he gets the opportunity to be a father himself, in this case an uncle, someone who was there for his kids. He might not know everything or even be skilled at certain aspects of life, but he tries. So when Tony was born he decided he would stick around, live closer to Howard and Maria, but it also meant he would be away for work and signing papers for different aliases. Still, he did it, even though he might not want to talk about it with many.
He keeps himself, cool, calm and composed in collected fashion. Yes, he has his flaws such as drinking, having a temper and smoking (it was for a short period of time, he quit in the early 70s), Jason was still there for Tony. Same thing goes for his godchildren, which is a privilege and gift to watch them grow and learn now, he still has those moments where he ends up not getting enough rest due to taking care of them.
So to Natasha, Tony, Bruce and the other parents he seems like the only well informed and intelligent one when it comes to parenting, it’s only was all due to respect, patience and watching how the ball rolls. He used to put so much pressure on being the awesome uncle and whatnot, then he realized that all you need to do is be there for your kids.
They don’t ask of much, only for you to spend time with them even if you’re far away and need to do a phone call with that. Same thing goes for any relationship romance or platonic, as long they know you’re there for them, that’s what matters.
Like the saying goes, ‘No one is freaking perfect’. He’s still learning how to raise theses guys!
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Nicknames. He doesn’t have nicknames for everyone, only if the person is comfortable with them, of course. But that never stops Jason from making up silly nicknames for the kids, usually they come out naturally without even trying.
Tony has had a few nicknames such as Butterball or Meatball when he was a baby, he was a round cubby little guy. Over the years it was Bambino, Bubba, Tones, Bunny and etc.
Rei was always Bubba, Sonny or Penguin, on occasion he would throw out the Papo (which is what him and his grandmother Maria use to call his father when he was younger)
Liane, he absolutely calls Princess or Your Majesty, when she's being a bit bratty
Rochelle tends to be, Li'l Red
For Cassie, he calls her Goldie cause her hair shines bright like gold in the sun
Melissa gets classic nicknames but he will throw out Peaches or Ladybug
Lydia, due to knowing her skills he will call her Sparrow sometime or just Ly
And the list goes on!
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There has been moments where Jason has took a leap of faith to save his kids. Such as in 2013, when Stark Mansion was attacked and the whole place falling apart he remembered Pepper and Liz's screams as Ava was about to fall off the cliff of their home.
Tony and Rei were busy fighting and trying to get everyone to out of the house safely. But Tony's suit wasn't working correctly either. Jason swooped in, sliding down the rubble and dust coughing as he catches Ava before she can fall.
"Baby look at me! It's okay, I got you.." He said rescuing her, as she clung to him tightly.
The two of them climbed back up the rubble and into the destroyed mansion as Ava went to help the others. The drones just kept on firing and tearing apart the house. Suddenly water took over dunking Jason, Tony, Liz and Rei all down into the ocean as Pepper and the other kids stayed above water.
To say Jason has taken a lot of hits for Tony and the kids was an understatement. For example, that same Christmas in 2013, there a fight on the streets where they landed in after almost drowning, as two crazy bitches was about to attack Rei. Jason choked one of women out as he was stabbed in the side.
The crazy burning women gave Jason some flirty eyes as she did so. He was not pleased. Liz was pissed off having finished fighting some guy to protect Tony.
But she thankfully swoops in wracking the women in a pole as she yelled, "Hands off, bitch!"
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He did have good moment as well, that didn't involve a fight (yet), such as 2015 during a Stark party New York City. The Avengers, young and old just finished a battle, as a party was being made to celebrate.
Jason has been in and out of Stark parties over the years, sometimes he stayed the whole night and or times he went home early. This night felt like a good one, he had his girl with him, his friends were partying and the kids were enjoying themselves.
They all deserve a win.
Hell he even danced a bit, drank a beer with Thor and played pool with Sam. He saw Steve walking away for a moment to text some girl, not declaring on who it is he was messaging, despite Nat and the other teasing him.
Nat even muttered, "Oh I'll find out."
It felt good. He rolled his eyes at Tony's jokes and laughed at others. Soon enough, the party died down as everyone rested around the living room area sharing smiles as they all chatted.
Rick has Rochelle and Luna resting on each of his shoulder, Bruce was chatting with Natasha, Maria Hill was wearing Steve's jacket as she chatted with Liz and Liane was playing with a set of cards with Lydia beating her.
Steve and Thor were sharing another bottle of beer, Tony was grab one for himself and Cole was playing Janga with Rochelle. Everyone was there. Beside it held Thor's precious hammer.
"Come man, it's trick!" Clint exclaimed swirling his drumsticks.
"Dude, I tried lifting it once in New Mexico, it's glued to whatever ground it's on!" Jason added pointing to the hammer.
"Whoever shall be worthy shall have the power! Whatever man, it's a trick."
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
Thor smirked chuckling allowing Clint to take a swing at it. Everyone looked around amused of the honest challenge as Clint stood up smug looping his hand around the handle trying to pick it up. But failed dryly chuckling as he joked.
"Smell the silent judgement." Tony remark.
"Please, Stark, by all means." Clint said returning back to his seat next to his blonde friend.
"Oh this gonna be good.." Liz muttered hearing Liane snort at her comment.
Some of the young heroes wiggled their eyebrows, cracking a few jokes and engaging in conversations as they all watched.
Tony stood up muttering how it was all physic and how he planned to use rule Asgard as Bruce rolled his eyes, watching his friend trying but failed. He even returned with an Iron Man arm to help and lift it. Poor Rhodey was pulled into it too.
"Are you even pulling?" Tony exclaimed.
"Just represent. Pull!" Rhodey told him.
"Alright let's go."
Still nothing. Soon enough, almost everyone tried. Rochelle and Cassie gave it a try, as their eyes flashes trying to find the strength to do it. Rei scoffed as him and Rick round came, believing putting both their heads together they can do it.
Bruce pretended to turn like the Hulk as he pulled, causing a roar of chuckles and laugher from the gang. Nat smiled finding it cute shaking her head. Ethan and Ji-Hoon picked up the pace, but failed.
Liane and Cole teamed up to pick the hammer from it's place on the table. Hell, some of the teammates tried to use magic but instead moved the table and items surrounding it.
Liz and Lydia joined forces, taking the team up route. Tony joked how he tried it already but failed. It went on and on for a while, passing drinks and snacks watching the show of friends take their turn at Thor's challenge.
Then it was Cap's turn.
Steve took a swing of beer before getting up with a smile. His eyes narrowed rolling up his sleeves taking a deep breathe, looping his hands around the handle and pulled.
The Hammer Nudge.
It made a small squeaking noise, some eyes turned gasping to themselves and other didn't even catch wind of it quick enough to catch the moment. Thor's eyes widen as his stress level turned up a little thinking it was dreaming. Steve pulled again, as the hammer stayed in place.
Steve raised his hands in air declaring defeat with a small smile. Thor was chuckling as he said, "Ha! Nothing."
Luna and Natasha didn't even bothering knowing it won't work, despite Bruce and Rick nudging them on. They were smart in a way to watch and laugh the whole go on. Not everyone went, some decided to try again after getting some food in their system.
But again nothing.
"All difference to the man who wouldn't be king. It's rigged." Tony proclaimed searching for another beer.
"You bet your ass." Clint added in agreement.
Maria smirked, "Steve, he said a bad language work."
Steve sighed and looked at Tony as he said, "You tell everyone about that?"
Tony ignored his comment and joked, "The handles imprinted right? Like a security code? Whoever is carrying Thor's fingerprint is, the literal translation."
"If so, then Thor's son or daughter should be able to lift it right?" Rochelle questioned which sparked a whole other conversations among themselves.
One of them wondered who exactly can lift and what would it take to do so.
Thor stood up from the couch, putting his drink down as everyone looked at him.
"Yes, yes, that's a very interesting theory. But got a simpler one." Thor said bending down then lifting his hammer with such ease, "You're all not worthy."
Everyone chuckle, commenting on his words and either rolled their eyes at his answer. Some of them shook their heads, exchanging looks with one another.
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Ahh that's what I got for now!💘 I hope you enjoyed getting to know a little more about Uncle JJ and his group of mishaps he calls children.
Please let me know what you think down below in the comments, any suggests or ideas and etc. ✨ You are more than welcome to write stories involving JJ if you want as well (pls tag me in them!👀)
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i was tagged by @hauntedwoman 💕💕
shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people
1. southern nights- glen campbell
2. sober to death- car seat headrest
3. fishin in the dark- nitty gritty dirt band
4. summertime sadness- lana del rey
5. buddy holly- weezer
6. a&w- lana del rey
7. suga suga- baby bash
8. bubbly- colbie caillat
9. enjoy the silence- depeche mode
10. just like heaven- the cure
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— Waterlog: the playlist
“After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin.”
— Summer in the City - Regina Spektor | In Loving Memory - Gabriels | Eden - Iron & Wine | Gravity - Sara Bareilles | Slow Burn - Infinity Song | If I Could - Charlotte Day Wilson | TV - Billie Eilish | all the lonely nights in your life - American Pleasure Club, Teen Suicide | Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard, Marketa Irglova | I Can’t Handle Change - Roar | Colors - Amos Lee | Daylight - David Kushner | Like a Tattoo - Sade | Passenger Seat - Death Cab for Cutie | I’m Here - Celeste | j’s lullaby (darlin’ i’d wait for you) - Delaney Bailey | This Girl’s In Love With You - She & Him | Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey | Valentine - Laufey | Boats & Birds - Gregory and the Hawk | Talk - Hozier | Everywhere, Everything - Noah Kahan | Sunshine - Cleo Sol |
Masterlist
Spotify
YouTube
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Highlander (1986)
La película cuenta la historia de los inmortales, humanos que solo pueden morir mediante la decapitación y que han existido a lo largo de los tiempos. Uno de ellos, el protagonista de la película, es Connor MacLeod, del clan escocés MacLeod, mientras que su enemigo es conocido como El Kurgan; junto a ambos personajes, la película muestra o menciona a otros cuatro inmortales, aunque parece claro que el número de los mismos sería mucho mayor.
El destino de los inmortales es combatir entre ellos en duelos para alcanzar el Premio, que obtendrá el vencedor del duelo final.
La naturaleza exacta del Premio no queda clara, aunque parece consistir en un poder y sabiduría que permitiría al ganador guiar al mundo a una nueva era ya sea de paz u oscuridad, dependiendo de la naturaleza del vencedor.
El clan MacLeod:
De acuerdo con la película, Connor MacLeod nació en el año 1518 en las Highlands (Tierras Altas) escocesas, en la aldea de Glenfinnan a orillas del Lago Shiel. En 1536, a la edad de 18 años, Connor partió con su clan a combatir frente al clan Frazer rival, en lo que sería su primera batalla. Entre las filas del clan Frazer se encontraba el Kurgan (Clancy Brown), un gigantesco inmortal de las estepas rusas nacido en el I milenio a. C., que al parecer tenía conocimiento previo de la condición de Connor como pre inmortal, algo que el propio Connor desconocía.
El Kurgan consiguió herir mortalmente a Connor atravesándolo con su espada, aunque fue repelido por los parientes del escocés antes de que consiguiera decapitarles. Connor fue trasladado a su aldea, donde le fue administrada la extremaunción debido a la gravedad de la herida, rodeado de sus acongojados parientes, aunque tras una noche de agonía consiguió restablecerse asombrosamente.
Su clan le acusó entonces de brujería, maltratándolo y disponiéndose a quemarlo en la hoguera, aunque su primo Angus (James Cosmo) intercedió por él, convenciendo al clan para desterrarlo. Connor consiguió así salvarse de la hoguera, aunque rompiendo todo vínculo con su clan y su tierra de origen.
El exilio:
Connor se estableció finalmente en Glen Coe, donde contrajo matrimonio con Heather MacDonald (Beatie Edney), su primera esposa, y donde aprendió el trabajo de herrero de su suegro. En 1541 Connor fue localizado por un inmortal mucho mayor, que se presentó como Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez (Sean Connery).
Ramírez asumió de inmediato la tarea de adiestrar a Connor en su condición de inmortal, explicándole el origen de los inmortales, la búsqueda del Premio y sus reglas:
Ramírez confesó a Connor que su nombre español era en realidad un pseudónimo, debido al cargo que desempeñaba como Espadero Mayor del rey Carlos I de España. Según la novelización, su verdadero nombre era Tak-Ne, y era oriundo de Egipto, donde había nacido en el año 896 a. C. Se había convertido en inmortal en el 851 a. C., a los 45 años de edad, viajando desde entonces por el mundo hasta llegar a Japón a principios del siglo VI a. C. Allí había contraído matrimonio con la princesa Shakiko, su tercera esposa e hija del herrero Masamune, un genio de la metalurgia adelantado a su tiempo, quien regaló a Tak-Ne su emblemática katana en el 593 a. C.
Ramírez aconsejó a Connor dejar a Heather, puesto que suponía un gran dolor enfrentarse a la muerte de la persona amada. Tal como contó al escocés.
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Eldridge Candell, Inquisitor of the Order of Embers
The Basics ––– –
Name: Eldridge Candell
Nickname(s): Eld
Age: 63
Birthday: Spring
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Physical Appearance ––– –
Hair: Thinning gray
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6′2
Build: Gnarled
Distinguishing Marks: Nothing out of the ordinary for a history of violence
Tattoos: Two, a lion of Stormwind and another on the inside of his wrist hidden by leather strapped bracer
Piercings: None
Common Accessories: Old Alliance dwarven made rifle marked with an 'RL' with appropriate powder and shot; new blackpowder pistol; a small steel crow's skull; trappings and equipment of the Order of Embers
Likeness: Iain Glen
Personal Information––– –
Profession: Scout, Soldier, Farmer, Miner, Witch Hunter, Inquistor
Hobbies: Painting, Traveling, Cooking
Languages: Common; Smattering of Gutterspeak and Orcish
Residence: Nomadic; Arom’s Stand
Birthplace: Stormwind
Religion: Holy Light (nonpracticing)
Patron Deity: None
Fears: Plague, Drowning
Relationships ––– -
Spouse: Widower (Marien Candell)
Children: S = Zexx (MIA); D = Sarasam
Parents: F = Ser Erlain Candell (Deceased); M = Nora Candell (Deceased)
Siblings: Peter (Deceased); Jaine (Deceased); Bella (Deceased)
Other Relatives: Gwynn Candell (granddaughter); Rey Candell (granddaughter); Gendry Candell (grandson); Xaya Candell (granddaughter)
Pets: Stern, an emerald eyed crow
Sex & Romance ––– -
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch
Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch
Libido: Active
Turn ons: Intelligence, confidence, patience, kindness, adventurous. singers
Turn offs: Drama
Love Language: Privacy
Relationship Tendencies: His heart died in the Third War, but he’s still alive.
Traits ––– -
Bold your character’s answer.
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Additional information ––– –
Smoking Habit: Sometimes
Drugs: Rarely
Alcohol: Sometimes
RP Hooks ––– –
Witch Hunter/Inquisitor - It’s his profession and life roaming the countryside of Drustvar for Witches, Drust, and other spooky creatures that look to harm the innocent. But that evil has defintely not exclusive to the island of Kul Tiras, finding the tides of darkness sail to all shores of Azeroth and beyond. Ride with him, ride against him, or call for aid and he will come, alone or with others. Having been at this work for some time he has been known to take on apprentices as ordered such as Cheryl Duun and Josiah Nuebern.
War. War never Changes - Eld has seen four different wars from both sides of winning and losing. A refugee from Stormwind during the First War, freedom fighter in the Second, a victim of the Third, and then a monster in the aftermath. The Fourth War sent him into his current life and redemption arc that never seems to find an end on the isle of Kul Tiras. As time passes, friends grow fewer and enemies grow plentiful. Be you friend or foe?
Beyond the Stars - The Shadowland Fiasco sent Azeroth into a mass hysteria that sent thousands into a introspective self diagnosed mind therapy that gripped the world in a collective held breath. Eld was no different. Delving beyond the Veil had numerous consequences that lead him to believe it was more than a dream, it had taken him beyond life or death. The memories are scattered at times but the feelings are still there of his missing time. A ship, a family, a journey, losses, and a final goodbye. There is a hole in his heart that will never be filled, but he doesn't want to fill it. That hole is a badge to something he never thought he'd have again.
Old Dog, Same Order, Unending Work - There is a darkness coming to the world and the Order will not sit idle while it goes to hell in a hand-basket. As small as the group may be, they are travelling to face the darkness beside any allies they can find. Beware the dark, depths, and the Black Rainbow that will feast on the sky.
HOW TO CONTACT:
OoC - tumblr, Discord ( Mogwai Kraken#7988); In-Game: Eldridge (WRA) or Candell (MG)
IC––– –
Dawn's light came trickling through the basement window, the frosted glass sending fractured spindles to chase at the shadows of the dark room. Eld was already awake sitting on the bed, but he was doing his best to stay out of it for a bit longer. The days had gotten longer to match the roads and it was not being kind to his bones. Joints and muscles would groan internally for his inner monologue to chastise at being soft. Getting old was awful.
Reaching up, the witch hunter would rub at his face with his calosed hands. His palms and fingers massaging at the sleep tinged eyes in hopes of releaving the ache of sleeping. They weren't doing a good job of it.
Sighing softly as Eld lowered his hands to his knees, his bleary vision would eye his bruised and sore feet as he tried his best to stretch the toes out for a bit of relief. There was a soft pop and stretch to his calves as he sighed softly feeling a moment of respite.
"On your feet Candell," the inquisitor would mutter, echoing the phrase spoken to him countless times on countless battlefields. His blue eyes would lift to spot the folded over tabard and mismatched gear that he'd been given by Dewitt and Langston. "Let's get to it."
Eldridge Candell, Inquisitor of the Order of Embers, had returned to Azeroth.
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IT (2017) || Henry Bowers, Beverly Marsh
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Chapter >> 19 [x]
Characters >> ???
Total >> 7.7k words
Warnings >> Alcohol mention, death mention, family / parents, injury mention, smoking
‘More information has been released on the explosions in Charter Hill from a few days ago. The office building in question was supposedly in use as a hideout by the infamous fixer known as “the Broker” on the streets. The explosion itself did minimal damage, but most of the building has been consumed by the fire that broke out on the lower levels.
The NCPD has yet to confirm the number of casualties though emphasizes that no innocent civilians have been caught in the crossfire. The Broker has presumably died on the premises. Their mercenaries have scattered across town and thus far, no further incidents have been reported.
It appears that peace has finally returned to the streets of Night City. And with that, the weather.’
It was the end of August.
The streets were dark. A pitch black sky hung over Night City, heavy rainfall threatening to pour down and a hint of static in the air though not quite enough yet for a full storm to break loose. Nearing the evening hours- the sweet spot right before rush hour where the whole city seemed to be holding its breath, roads left eerily abandoned as restaurants and bars began opening their doors and people packed up their things to leave work and go home.
The run-down apartment building cast a dark shadow on the streets of the Glen, curtains of windows behind bars and grids closed and apartments left unilluminated and cold. The graffiti-covered entrance hall was abandoned- the sound of heels clacking softly on the faded and cracked tiles leading up to the concrete staircase, a single bright fluorescent ceiling light flickering and swaying from a strong breeze blowing in from the hall.
It was one of the older buildings in town. Its initial purpose had been to become a beautiful and bright home to working class families- affordable housing close to work, with stable electricity and HVAC and everything else needed to be able to live comfortably and safely raise a kid or two.
An idea, a dream; exactly how many projects in Night City often started, a vision easy enough to make reality yet halted halfway through because of financial reasons, corporate interference, gang territory expansion, a cyberpsycho incident, economic or political interests or a cocktail of several- or all- of those reasons.
Which is how the building had instead ended up as a derelict ruin with barely working electricity and apartments in the possession of shady owners- some going for triple the rent it was worth and others cheap but in such poor condition one might as well be sleeping on the streets.
Home, sweet home.
The seventh floor stood entirely abandoned, its apartments burnt down after a fire a few years back. All except one; in the far back, safely tucked away from the main street and overlooking the outskirts of Vista Del Rey, though the windows had not been cleaned in who knows how long leaving not much outside to see.
It was small, cozy. A single room apartment with a tiny bathroom in the corner, the door only half in its hinges and never repaired. It held barely any furniture, an old couch with coffee table that missed a leg marking the living room with a mattress on the floor behind it as bed, and a small kitchen on the left next to the front door made out of mismatched cabinets and an old oven and stove that looked like it was as old as time itself.
Despite the clear absence of a resident, the place was not as dirty as it could have been. Recently dusted and the kitchen counter was clean, fridge in working order running on an external generator and stocked with basic foods and some liquors. A safehouse, presumably; or at least a temporary refuge for someone who needed desperately to hide, or simply needed the solitude from time to time.
Cold, grayish blue eyes slowly trailed the dark room, the silence inside nearly deafening. Who had known Night City could be so quiet? Everything else was so far away, an aura of loneliness weighing down on the stuffy interior air making it harder to breathe. Searching hand found a light switch- flicked it on, and a string of colored lights along the top of the window on the other side of the room turned on, bathing the apartment in a soft, reddish pink glow.
Home, sweet home.
It did not feel like it.
He slowly took off his coat, holding it under his arm as he carefully walked further into the room. Ran his free hand through his short, slicked back hair- it was a little damp, still, caused by the humidity outside as well as inside, and he exhaled a little sharper than he had meant for as he quickly dried his hand on his pants.
The place made him uncomfortable, despite the warm and inviting atmosphere the colored lights created. It was too heavy with history- too much hardship had happened between those four decrepit walls and too much of it lingered still and it left him with so many questions; questions he clearly already knew the answers for, but questions that would not leave him alone either way.
Matvey had lived in an apartment like that himself, too.
Many, many years ago; when he had been in his early twenties, only recently escaped his parents’ home, struggling to find balance in the multitude of aspects of his life and struggling to get by.
His eyes trailed the walls, over pictures that had been left there, faded by the decade that had passed but showing people, friends, at parties and roaming the Night City streets after dark, smiling brightly at the camera with closed eyes and scrunched up noses.
And his gaze lingered on one boy in particular, present in nearly all of them- bleached blond hair that reached his waist, some freckles covering his forehead and cheekbones, pale grayish blue eyes above a wide smile, and a small gap between his front teeth.
Oh, Vitali.
Matvey carefully took one of the pictures from the wall, only barely able to contain his irregular breathing and heartbeat as he slowly scanned the faces of both his son and someone unfamiliar next to him; a boy with light brown hair and golden eyes, face full of piercings and a tattoo peeking out of his shirt on his neck.
They were kissing in the picture. Matvey had never even gotten the chance to meet him.
The howling of the wind outside made him shiver while he quickly put the picture back, hairs on his arms standing up straight as the cool breeze blew through cracks and holes in the outer wall of the apartment.
It did not feel right to stand there. It did not feel right to exist in the space Vitali had once existed in, struggling to get by, struggling to survive in a city that was so desperately trying to swallow him whole. And if Matvey could go back in time to change it- any of it-
But it was far too late for that now.
‘Vitali?’
Matvey stood motionless as he watched his son enter the house- flashlight of his phone illuminating the dark hallway- coming home from one of his classmates’ infamous parties while Matvey himself was already getting ready to go to work.
‘Party lasted a little longer than I had thought,’ Vitali instantly blurted out, and Matvey glanced at his watch; nearly five in the morning, and Vitali would have school in only a few hours- but most importantly, Nadya had not even given him permission to go in the first place.
Matvey lowered himself on the couch and exhaled sharply, the memories washing over him like a tidal wave slamming itself into the coastline. Memories of an easier time; but now he was not so sure anymore, wondering if it had truly been as simple as he had always thought, wondering if perhaps his own judgment was clouded, unreliable.
Matvey slowly walked closer to Vitali, trying to think of anything to say; scold him, perhaps, punish him for his recklessness and misbehavior-
But something stopped him from doing so.
Something on Vitali’s face- the way his eyes widened the second his father began moving closer, the way he clearly tried to find the right words to say- the way he swayed on his legs and could barely keep his phone in his hand and the way his eyes almost glossed over when Matvey got close enough-
He simply reached out and plucked a half smoked cigarette out of his son’s hair.
Nadya had not needed to know.
The lights along the wall and ceiling lightly flickered as another strong wind caused the glass of the window to rattle in its frame. A late afternoon dust storm blowing in from the Badlands, leaving the city streets in a thin layer of sand once it would settle down again; the one time anyone would be glad to have a roof above their head, no matter how run-down.
Matvey clasped his hands together, frown decorating the upper half of his face, the howling of the wind the only thing breaking through the silence surrounding him alongside the ringing in his ears the explosions from a few days earlier had left him with-
His eyes fluttered shut and a shaky exhale left his chest.
Oh, Vitali.
It had not been worth it.
Months of planning, months of fighting- months of losing sight of what was right and what was wrong and everything in between and most of all losing sight of what it had all been for in the first place. Revenge? Trying to prove a point? Trying to be good enough for a woman who had lost interest somewhere down the line, to the point she had started to become more of a stranger to him than his own wife?
And where had it led him?
Where had it all led any of them?
‘Perimeter is clear. You should be safe here.’
The familiar voice was comforting, in a way.
It sounded different now; the years had not been kind to him, but still Vitali had grown up to become a fine looking young man radiating more confidence than he had ever done at any point in his childhood, and Matvey would be lying if he said he was not proud of his son for getting to the point in his life he was at now.
He opened his eyes again and watched as Vitali entered the apartment, cane lightly clacking on the old wooden floorboards with every step he took. His eyes trailed the room- though too fast for anyone to be able to fully take in any of the smaller details, and the white-knuckled balled fist along his body told Matvey he would rather be anywhere else.
‘Thank you, for this,’ Matvey quietly said in Russian, but Vitali cut him off with a single shake of his head. He couldn’t even look him in the eyes- gaze fixed on the photos on the wall as he took a step back, wincing lightly and putting his hand over the patched up wound in his side.
‘I don’t want your gratitude,’ he coldly replied. ‘Words mean nothing. Not anymore.’
Matvey understood.
Nothing he could say would set things right. Nothing he could say would change what had happened, would make it all go away- and as far as Vitali was concerned this could easily be part of his plan, still, trying to get closer to him in a vastly different way; try to gain his trust and strike when everyone would least expect it to come out victorious at the end of it all either way.
It would have been a genius plan, Matvey had to admit- well within his capabilities too, he could have pulled it off.
But that was not who he was.
Not anymore.
‘You have- a long way to go,’ Vitali quietly continued, taking out his cigarette case, flicking one out and carefully lighting it, the flame of his lighter softly illuminating the space around him.
‘Make things right. Somehow. Prove to me that you are better without Nadya. And I can’t help you with any of that, so- good luck figuring it out for yourself. I have nothing to win or lose in any of this anymore, so do whatever you feel like doing.’
A nonchalance to his voice, but the words he spoke were heavy. As if all of it was a burden to him- and Matvey knew exactly why, having had enough interactions with Vitali’s friends thus far to know that they did not fully support his son’s decision.
His actions would speak louder than words.
Of course Vitali did not know that Matvey had come with him to that tiny ripperdoc shop- Viktor, I believe his name is- and had stayed with him all that time, refusing to sleep, agreeing to let himself be handcuffed as humiliating as it was just to ease others’ minds.
Of course he didn’t know that Matvey had helped that fixer, Rogue, put together a fake profile for the Broker to get that poor excuse of a Council’s attention away from the both of them entirely and to make sure the NCPD had a name to settle on to put the case to rest in their archives, never to be seen ever again.
And of course he didn’t know that Matvey had willingly allowed some netrunner he could not remember the name of wipe his own entire existence from Arasaka’s database, to make sure they would never find out the truth but at the same time rendering him incapable of ever returning to the corporation, even if he for whichever reason so desperately wanted to.
But what difference would it make if he knew?
‘I won’t let you down,’ Matvey finally answered, lowering his gaze to the ground. Not out of shame, or dishonesty- but if anything out of fear, fear of what he would see on his son’s face, fear of his words being taken with a grain of salt despite how heavy they weighed on his tongue, despite how sincerely he meant them, and he clenched his fists on his lap as a sharp exhale left his body.
A long way to go.
But at least Matvey knew where to start.
‘Hey, Vito.’
The interior of Misty’s shop was comfortably warm, gently illuminated by a few lit candles scattered around. A welcoming sight as always- the interior colorfully decorated but not too clashing or too bright on the eyes, and Vitali would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel at home.
She hadn’t closed yet; though no one else was inside at that time of day, most of Little China’s residents seeking shelter from the dust storm passing over elsewhere in either the Megabuilding or one of its many diners or restaurants. Misty herself was stood behind the counter, leaning on top with her elbows and softly humming a song.
Vitali wiped his feet on the doormat and quickly took off his mask and glasses, stuffing them in the pocket of his long coat before giving Misty a wave and a smile as he walked closer. She smiled back at him in return; and reached out to ruffle his hair the second he got within her reach, sand and dust falling out of it like snowflakes and sticking to his clothes on the way down.
‘Is Vitya still here?’ he asked, setting his cane down beside him and leaning on the counter as well, eyes fixed on the deck of tarot cards in Misty’s hands she was shuffling.
‘Of course,’ was the response, as usual. ‘City never sleeps.’
‘Neither does he, it seems.’
‘And neither do you.’
Vitali scoffed, a smile lingering on his face as he lowered his gaze to the floor beneath his feet. He couldn’t even argue with her; had not slept at all last night despite recovering from a shot that could have killed him- that should have killed him- only a few days ago.
‘Got time for a reading?’ Misty asked, reaching out to place her hand on Vitali’s before he could pull back to make his way outside, to get to Viktor’s shop. ‘Startin’ to become kind of a tradition at this point, I think.’
‘Hm- with V, maybe.’
Vitali paused, reaching out to the tarot deck in his friend’s hands- she fanned them out near automatically for him, a slightly questioning look in her eyes- and he picked one out, turning it between his fingers and clicking his tongue upon seeing the result.
‘Your cards do not like me very much,’ he finished his sentence with a wink and a smile, and he grabbed his cane again while dropping the tarot card labeled “death” face up on the counter as he made his way around it through the back door of the esoterica.
He had walked down those stairs many, many times before; knew the route to Viktor’s ripperdoc clinic as intimately as the route between his office and his home. Perhaps even more so- visits albeit sparingly going back years in time to long before his time as a fixer, long before he had moved into the penthouse he lived in now.
The familiar smell of sharp disinfectant entered his nose halfway down the steps. The familiar struggle to open the gate to get inside- the familiar sight of Viktor mid drying his hands on a hand towel on the other side of the room, giving him a warm smile as he slowly walked over.
‘Was wondering when you’d show your face again. How’re you feeling?’
‘Tired,’ Vitali bluntly answered, closing the gate behind him. ‘My whole body wants to lay down in bed and never get out, my skull feels cracked and I have not had an appetite since I woke up, but- what can you do.’
Viktor reached out- a gesture that nearly caused Vitali to flinch, a rush of adrenaline locking up the muscles in his neck- and gently cupped his cheek, slightly tilting his head around as he checked his eyes; then placed his hand on Vitali’s forehead, a soft hum that could have both been of approval as well as disapproval leaving his throat.
‘It’ll settle soon enough,’ he finally spoke. ‘You were-’ A pause. ‘You were close to-’
‘I know, Vik,’ Vitali quickly interrupted the old ripperdoc. ‘I know.’
Vitali could not remember much of any of it anymore.
He remembered feeling the cool night air on his skin, the very same slight breeze that had later caused the fire inside the building to spread rapidly from floor to floor. He remembered being lifted into a car- being held by several people at once, staring up through the half opened car window to the dark sky and heavy clouds and the blinding city lights flashing by.
They had brought him there. To Viktor’s shop. He had no longer been conscious by then, and it had taken him a while to wake up after being stabilized; and even then he could still not remember when and how exactly he had gotten home, and the previous day was by that hour also mostly a blur to him.
Vitali’s gaze met Viktor’s again and he instantly took notice of the expectant look in his eyes; no words leaving his lips, but the question was crystal clear to him either way. And in hindsight, Vitali was not entirely sure anymore why he had gone to Vik’s in the first place, when there was really not much else to say.
‘I brought him to the safehouse today,’ Vitali sheepishly said, fumbling with the handle of his cane and lowering his gaze to the floor. ‘He will be staying there for- well, I don’t know. Until he has figured out what to do next, I suppose.’
‘Good.’ Short response. Vitali nearly wished he had just gone home instead. ‘Did it ease your mind?’
He absently nodded, Viktor’s words taking a moment to settle in his brain and as they did the light bobbing faltered and faded into a sigh, shoulders slumping forward as he reached out to grab a chair from beside him and he slowly sat down.
‘I thought it would, but… I don’t know anymore,’ he answered honestly, barely able to look Viktor in the eye as the man sat down on his own stool nearby and wheeled closer. A comforting move- and Vitali’s heartbeat settled down a little as it happened, glad he did not have to cut the conversation short.
‘Did I-?’ he started, frowning as he reconsidered his words and momentarily searched for something else to say. ‘Shouldn’t I have-’
‘Hey- no. Don’t start doubtin’ yourself now, kid.’
The soothing tone of Viktor’s voice seemed everlasting with his patience, and Vitali closed his eyes and dropped his head as the ripperdoc put a reassuring hand on his wrist.
‘Not after everything you’ve been through,’ he added to the statement, and fuck, how Vitali wished he hadn’t- if he had just made a couple of different decisions somewhere along the way then he wouldn’t have had to-
‘But what if I was wrong?’ Vitali blurted out, the words lingering inside his head for much longer than necessary and rendering him unable to keep his mouth shut, like many times before. ‘What if-’
‘You’ve made plenty of mistakes in your life, V,’ Viktor immediately interrupted him. ‘Just like all of us. Just like me.’
Well, that was unexpected.
Vitali frowned and looked back up, Viktor slightly averting his gaze to a point right behind Vitali to not have to look him in the eyes.
‘One of my biggest mistakes?’ he continued, a sudden instability to his voice that had not been there before and he gave Vitali’s wrist a soft squeeze. ‘Not listenin’ to you. Trying to tell you to not join Arasaka after you’d already let me know there was no changing your mind. Pushing you away like that.’
Vitali could not help but wonder how long the other man had been sitting on that one.
Wind blew in from up the stairs, rattling the gate behind them and causing the orange cat curled up in a little makeshift bed next to it to jump up, hiss, and skitter across the floor to sit between Vitali’s legs instead. He absently reached down to give him a few scratches on the head- Jack, he believed Viktor had named him- and used the moment to let the words settle in his head again.
Fuck, he was tired.
‘You were right,’ he finally replied, vividly remembering how desperately Viktor had tried to convince him to not sell his soul to the corporation so many years ago.
‘Doesn’t matter if I was right or wrong,’ Viktor cut him off again with a single shake of his head. ‘I wasn’t there for you the way you needed me.’
‘You’re not my dad, Vik.’
‘But he wasn’t there either, was he now?’
Silence washed over the room and a pang of anger tightened Vitali’s chest; though he managed to shrug it off with ease, knowing the frustration was unnecessary since Viktor was merely stating facts. He lowered his gaze again, staring at Jack who was slapping his ankles and attempting to bite through one of his shoes- and for some reason it caused a small smile to take shape on his face, despite the rest of the circumstances he’d found himself in.
‘Look, kid,’ Viktor quietly said, ‘I can’t tell you whether you made the right call or not. Truth is, I don’t know. I don’t know what I would’ve done. But I trust your judgment. And I’m not gonna let history repeat itself.’
‘What if I am wrong?’
‘Then we’ll find out soon enough. What else are you gonna do about it now?’
He was right.
Of course he was- what else was there for Vitali to do? He could lock Matvey up, and then what? Accidentally turn him into a second Ravager because of it? He was not leaving the man to his own devices. Was not trapping him but would keep an eye on him either way, make sure the things that had happened would never ever happen again-
‘Every decision you’ve made along the way has led us here. You did the best you could.’ Viktor stood up again, giving Vitali a gentle pat on his shoulder before turning around to tend to the mess on his desk, grabbing a stack of papers and shoving it into one of the drawers.
‘You’re just one man, Vito,’ he continued, ‘and you know what? Him too. What’s wrong with this city is that too many folks have this- this “kill who you can kill” mindset. Let’s be honest here, what real difference would it have made to take this one man’s life?’
‘Others have died along the way,’ Vitali bluntly fired back, reaching down and barely reacting when Jack instantly attacked his fingers, pupils dilating upon spotting Vitali’s rings and trying to pull one off his hand. ‘It would’ve been better to save them.’
‘And you tried, didn’t you? Had you killed him, would things have been different? Who else would have lived? Who else would have died?’
It was impossible to say.
Too many external factors at play- Ravager and Dupoint as rogue variables, as well as each and every single one of his father’s mercs. Nadya’s influence had changed so much; what would she have done if Vitali had successfully killed Matvey at any point in time? Would she still have wanted to remain on the sidelines?
‘Sometimes, living is a punishment,’ Viktor suddenly quietly said and Vitali looked back up at him, needing a second to realize he himself had stood up as well and had followed Viktor further into the room.
‘The human mind punishes itself more than enough- and death just… puts an end to that. It’s what makes it so appealing to some when life gets very difficult for them.’
His words were carefully chosen and Vitali could feel his chest tighten again, a lump in his throat making it harder to swallow. He knew Viktor was just putting out general statements, but he couldn’t help but take notice of the slightly targeted remarks dripping down from between the lines, the backside of a coin presented to him visible through a reflective surface behind it.
‘I don’t think the others understand,’ Vitali absently mumbled, a poor attempt at changing the subject.
‘And I don’t think that matters all that much,’ was the ripperdoc’s straightforward response. ‘Nothing’s been forgiven. Nothing’s been forgotten. You simply spared his life and gave him a temporary place to stay, an opportunity to better himself. What he does with that is out of your control.’
He made it sound so easy.
Vitali rarely worried about his reputation among others, knowing very well he could not satisfy everyone and attempting to do that would be as useless as trying to rid Night City of all crime. Sure, he tried his best to stay on the good side of at least the Council- even during all of this he had done nothing to anger them on purpose- but he did not let his worries about it stop him from doing what he felt was best for the situation, or for the parties involved.
But accusations were starting to stack up rather rapidly now. The belief some had he had joined Arasaka again for a while- unaware of the brainwashing, or simply refusing to believe it had happened- the belief some had he was the Broker himself, and now the doubts people had in him because of the outright refusal to kill his father despite the man being just one person in the bigger picture of things.
‘Do you think it will work out?’ Vitali carefully asked, watching as Viktor began setting some tools back on a shelf- and for a split second he was twenty years old again, swaying on his feet with his head completely elsewhere begging Viktor to tell him it would all be okay, to tell him it would be worth it, only to be met with deafening silence and an averted gaze.
‘Of course it will, kid,’ Viktor quietly said and an involuntarily, relieved sigh left Vitali’s chest.
‘It always does.’
Everything would fall in place in time. Viktor was right- of course he was. Vitali had no idea how long it would take, what it would take, but he wasn’t one to give up so easily and neither were any of his friends and for any of them to walk away now after everything they had been through together would be the most unrealistic scenario he could think of.
Of course it would be fine, in the end.
‘Can’t say I’ll ever like him, though,’ Viktor suddenly jokingly added to his statement. ‘But- s’pose we can coexist in peace.’
Vitali huffed in response, taking a step back to lean against the wall. ‘Can you imagine.’
‘Not in a million years.’
They were quiet for a moment, Vitali’s mind wandering off a little as he considered the possibility.
‘I mean,’ he quickly added- not entirely sure why he felt the need to, but it was already too late to stop the words from leaving his lips- ‘he’s a boxer. Like me. Like you.’
Viktor stopped what he was doing to turn to Vitali, and in his eyes where Vitali had expected to find judgment he instead found a softness that gave him just enough courage to keep talking.
‘Makes the worst jokes I’ve ever heard,’ he softly continued, ‘worse than Mikhail, if you can believe it. We used to… We used to watch those horrible hospital tv shows together every Sunday night when Nadya wasn’t home. We would rank all the male doctors from most to least attractive… We never settled on a winner.’
His voice finally trailed off and so did his gaze, glossy eyes trailing over the concrete floor and settling on a small stain near Viktor’s feet.
‘I’m sorry, this is- this is probably too soon, I didn’t mean-’
‘No such thing as too soon.’ Soothing, still, despite it all, like the strong hand he reached out and rested reassuringly on Vitali’s shoulder.. ‘You’ve had to carry that with you for years. Through all of this.’
He had.
Not at any point in time had Vitali stopped seeing Matvey as his father.
‘It feels like a lifetime ago,’ he mumbled, and his eyes fluttered shut when Viktor stepped forward and pulled him in for a hug, a sense of comfort washing over him and taking away any worries he’d had when he had entered the shop.
‘You think things will go back to how they used to be?’
‘No,’ Viktor replied without hesitation, but his voice lacked any hostility.
‘Absolutely not. And that’s for the best.’
The penthouse was not yet dark when Vitali came home, a couple of lights from the living room dimly illuminating the hallway leading up to the front door. A welcoming sight; his years in solitude had not done him well and Vitali would be forever glad to no longer have to live alone.
Mikhail and Vincent were curled up on the couch together under a blanket, quietly laughing about a joke one of them had made. The TV was still on, and Vitali’s eyes trailed over the coffee table- drinks and the remnants of snacks scattered across the marble tabletop.
Movie night. He had missed it a lot in the past few months.
‘Hey baby,’ Vincent said as Vitali walked closer and he reached out to gently grab both of Vitali's hands to drag him on the couch next to him. ‘How’d it go?’
‘Good,’ Vitali answered, leaning in to press a soft, slightly hesitant kiss on the corner of Vincent’s mouth. ‘Good, I think. He’s at the safehouse, everything is settled. For now.’
A short pause, as he sucked in a shallow breath and took a moment to scan both their faces. Vincent had not stopped smiling since he had entered, still looking up at him with a sleepy look in his eyes; but Mikhail refused to make eye contact, visibly biting the inside of his cheek as he instead played with Vincent’s hair. He was notably holding back all of his tics.
‘And here?’ Vitali quietly asked, gaze lingering on Mikhail a little longer until he finally looked up to answer.
‘Rogue called,’ he said. ‘Council has…mostly calmed down by now. The fake profile and “evidence” was enough to convince them and- well, streets are mostly back to normal. Which is really all they ever wanted in the first place.’
‘No ties to me? Or my-’ He stopped to swallow his words. ‘Or to Matvey?’
‘None at all,’ Vincent replied, and carefully brushed some of Vitali’s hair out of his face. ‘Don’t expect an apology from them, but- it’s over now.’
Vitali huffed. ‘All I ever wanted.’
It would do him good to finally no longer have to deal with them. The feeling of their eyes on his back had been a constant annoyance throughout the whole ordeal and all of that could have so easily been prevented if they had simply listened to him from the start.
But Vitali found it was best not to dwell on the Council’s behavior and decisions for too long. As Vincent rightfully said- expecting an apology would be as stupid as expecting to get any financial compensation or support from them for the resources and supplies lost along the way.
At least it would secure his spot out of their direct line of fire during the next Council meeting, whenever that would be. The thought alone already made him shudder- he’d never been all too fond of the gatherings in the first place, but they had gotten significantly worse since, well, recent developments.
‘What about Rogue?’ he finally asked, pushing his own thoughts aside.
‘Mostly just sounded very relieved that it is all over now,’ Mikhail said, shrugging as he grabbed the TV remote to turn off the still rolling credits from whatever movie they’d watched. ‘Will you- Will you go see her?’
‘Did she say anything?’
‘No.’
‘Then I should probably just stay out of her way for a while. Best for all of us.’
That finally got a smile out of Mikhail, glancing over to look at Vincent who had kept his mouth shut but was furiously nodding and Vitali gave him a playful poke in his side, causing his boyfriend to snort and accidentally headbutt Mikhail in the arm in his delayed attempt at dodging.
‘You know what we should do?’ Mikhail asked, playful sparkle in his eyes as he jokingly pulled Vincent closer to hold him in a headlock. ‘Go on vacation. Get out of town for a little bit.’
‘Hmm- Sounds lovely,’ Vitali said with a smile, kicking off his shoes and pulling his legs up on the couch as he moved closer to the both of them and allowed Vincent to drag him in for a hug. ‘Where to?’
‘Panam and Judes are going back to Arizona for a while, meet up with Saul and the others there,’ Vincent said, holding on to Mikhail’s arm with one hand and placing the other on Vitali’s waist. ‘Could go with ‘em- or the east coast.’ He glanced up to look at Mikhail. ‘You still got family there?’
‘I do.’ His eyes briefly lingered on Vincent before moving back to Vitali, and a few soft clicks of his tongue left his lips before he continued. ‘They still want to meet you, by the way.’
Vitali softly smiled back and lowered his gaze, chest tightening a little as Mikhail spoke. He had often mentioned his extended family in their childhood; had often asked Vitali to come with him one day, and how Vitali had wanted to but had never been allowed to travel outside of town because of Nadya and her general dislike of his friend.
Things are different now. She’s not here.
He couldn’t help but wonder where she was, though. If she was doing well.
‘I’m going to bed, important day tomorrow at office.’
Mikhail finally let go of Vincent and kissed him on the head, then reached out to ruffle Vitali’s hair- receiving a fake groan in return as response- and he leaned in to give him a hug, hands on the back of Vitali’s head and running in circles on his back as Vitali dropped his head in the crook of Mikhail’s neck and briefly closed his eyes.
Everything is fine. You’ve not ruined anything.
Mikhail gave him a kiss on his temple and then finally got up from the couch, stretching and yawning before making his way toward the hallway on their left.
‘Good night, you two.’
‘Night,’ Vitali replied in unison with Vincent, who immediately mumbled ‘jinx’ after it and instantly received another poke between his ribs from Vitali. He giggled and shuffled closer, pressing his face against Vitali’s shoulder as he carefully wrapped his arms around his waist.
‘Took you long to get home,’ he murmured against Vitali’s neck, softly pressing his lips against his skin.
‘Had some things to do,’ Vitali absently replied and hooked his arm under Vincent’s leg to pull him on his lap, quickly glancing into the hallway to check if Mikhail was out of sight.
‘Nothin’ I wouldn’t do, I hope?’
Not a surprising question- and Vitali could not blame him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t considered it; stopping by a bar on the way there, or on the way home, couple shots wouldn’t hurt him- on a surface level, at least- and at least it would cause his anxiety to settle down for the time being.
But he couldn’t do that to Vincent. Not again.
‘I went to see Vitya,’ he quietly explained himself, gently cupping Vincent’s cheek to make him look up at him, and gave him another soft smile. ‘That’s all.’
Vincent blinked a few times and then leaned in to Vitali’s touch, cheek pressing against his palm- slightly turned his head to kiss it, before turning back and gently fixing the collar of Vitali’s shirt for him. Keeping his hands busy; he was nervous.
‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled, one of his fingers hooking into Vitali’s shirt a little bit and brushing past his collarbone. ‘Shouldn't've doubted you.’
‘Hey,’ Vitali gently interrupted him and placed his hands over Vincent’s, waiting until his attention was back on him. ‘It’s okay. I get it.’
‘No, no- it’s- I just-’
‘All of it.’
He almost startled himself with it; but it was the truth.
No amount of attempting to justify himself and his actions would take away the fact it made sense people had started to doubt him somewhere along the way. If anything, Vitali’s stubbornness had made everything ten times more complicated than had been necessary and he was surprised it hadn’t caused any bigger arguments to break out in all the time that had passed.
‘My family has always been complicated,’ he quietly continued, lowering his gaze and softly running his thumbs over Vincent’s hands. ‘I- I don’t expect you to ever understand and I know what it looks like from the outside. I do. And I can’t blame you at all.’
‘Vito-’
‘I don’t know if I’m making a mistake with this.’ A brief pause, a shaky inhale. ‘I don’t know what is going to happen next, what he will do. What I will do. But I just- I couldn’t kill him.’
‘I know, baby.’
Vincent carefully cupped Vitali’s face in both his hands and leaned in- a brief moment of hesitation, as if they’d been sent back in time and suddenly had only been together for maybe a month or two- and kissed him as sweetly as he always did, the familiar taste of his peach chapstick spilling into Vitali’s mouth as he pulled him closer.
Vitali would be lying if he said he hadn’t been scared he would never get to experience that ever again.
‘Suppose it was complicated for him too,’ Vincent quietly continued, slightly pulling back and brushing his nose past Vitali’s, ‘considering- well, you know. And… I won’t fully understand it, but I understand that. Can’t fuckin’ stand my piece of shit oldest brother but if I’d find him bleeding out I- I also- you know. A little different, of course, but- I get it. I do.’
‘I never meant for any of you to get dragged into all of this,’ Vitali mumbled, keeping his eyes closed as he softly pressed his lips against Vincent’s again. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘You keep apologizing, but none of this is your fault. He started hunting you down- that’s on him.’
‘I should have dealt with things differently-’
‘How?’
Vincent pulled back a little further and Vitali finally opened his eyes, barely able to see his boyfriend through the blur of his own tears.
‘What would you have done differently if you could go back in time?’ Vincent asked, running his thumbs over Vitali’s cheeks. ‘What would you change?’
‘I would… I would’ve…’
He couldn’t finish his sentence.
‘Bit late, don’t you think? Or should I say early?’
Vitali’s eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled deeply, slowly dropping his head against the front door as he closed it with a soft click and reluctantly turned around to face his father- once again already dressed to leave for work, arms crossed in front of his chest.
‘They really wanted me to be there,’ he quietly mumbled in response, wincing slightly when Matvey reached out to grab his jaw and gently run his thumb past a large bruise on his cheek.
‘I can tell,’ he replied. ‘What happened?’
‘Nothing for you to worry about.’
‘Are you alright, at least?’
Vitali clenched his jaw and could not force an answer out of himself.
He wouldn’t have done anything different. And he knew. And he knew that Vincent knew.
Perhaps foolish, or naive- but it had paid off in the end, as messy as it had been. Death happened each and every day in Night City and even fixers weren’t safe from that; a somewhat morbid reminder of that to mercenaries and the Council alike, and if anything it had finally woken them up after who knows how long of being so certain of their own untouchability.
Who knows how it all would have ended, had Vitali done something different? Who would have lived? Who would have died? He was no longer sure what had caused the dominos to fall in the first place- and there had been no way to prevent it from happening, years of events setting it in motion out of itself- and no one had been able to predict where the chain reaction would lead them in the end.
‘Family’s fuckin’ complicated,’ Vincent said, kissing Vitali on the forehead before getting up and walking over into the kitchen to pour the both of them a drink. ‘I’m just glad that it’s over now. And that you’re still with me.’
Vitali absently nodded, gaze wandering off to the large windows along the wall behind him, looking out over the balcony and the pier of Wellsprings, the vast ocean blending in with the dark horizon far outside the city.
And for a brief second, he could feel his entire body freeze, eyes locked onto the darkness ahead and breath caught in his throat; it felt familiar, too familiar, swallowed whole by the endless void with the feeling of eyes staring right back at him, waiting, expectantly.
‘Hey.’
Vincent had walked back to him, concerned frown decorating his brow as he sat back down next to him and gently cupped his cheek to force his gaze away from the ocean and back on him, the warmth of the light above the coffee table causing the uncomfortable feeling in his chest to settle down- but it did not vanish entirely.
‘I love you,’ Vitali quietly said, the words heavy in his mouth as he spoke and he could only barely stop a tear from escaping the corner of his eye when Vincent smiled at him and pulled him closer to his chest, the warmth of his arms finally making Vitali feel at peace again, and at home.
‘And I love you, baby. Not ever gonna change.’
Life in Night City moves fast.
Its endless crowds are an overwhelming presence during every hour of the day, under the sweltering west coast sun as well as under the blinding city lights long after dark. An ever-growing playground for corporations, fixers and fortune seekers alike- the city of dreams that swallows everyone who does not know what they’re getting themselves into whole; without remorse, and without hesitation.
A city where tragedy strikes too often for people to concern themselves with it anymore- most have grown numb after years and years of hearing the same news on the radio, and most know it’s a waste of energy to even try to care. Cut off one head and two take its place; and one seed planted can infect many at once, leaving the source of the problem nearly irrelevant in comparison to what has grown in the meantime.
Impossible to predict and impossible to control. Many have tried- many have failed- from corporations attempting to get inside people’s heads and control their every move from within to a single man taking matters into his own hands to try and rid the streets of its corruption, starting with its intricate network of fixers and mercenaries as a whole.
But in all of that, there are still people who do care. Who choose each other over and over again- who choose life, over and over again- who refuse to be stripped from their humanity and hold on to it as tightly as they hold on to each other through it all.
The city itself might never change. But people can.
That’s what makes us human after all, isn’t it?
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hi fan!!! you’ve probably gotten this question a million times before, but im now a bit curious!! are there any specific bands or artists the family listens to? Chelsea included!!
Hey Viper!!!! And don’t worry about it!!!
Chucky’s a Layto, Adam Jensen, and Misso fan!
Tiffany loves to listen to Lana Del Rey
Glen loves to listen to Black Pink and Red Velvet
Glenda vibes with Neoni and Grandson
Chelsea loves to listen to AViVA and Bebe Rexa!
Slappy rocks out to MJ! Mainly Beat it! He also listens to Adam Jensen and The Score
Annabelle listens to ZAYN and Fallout Boy and Lola Blanc
Jig listens to classical musical along with rock. So he’ll occasionally listen to MJ and a band called 8 Graves!
Billy listens to everything! He likes listening to Disney music! He likes listening to The Skillet!
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rule: pick a song for each letter of your URL and then tag that many people, tagged by @woefully-devoted! Thank you, my darling and sorry for the late reply!
L • Living Legend- Lana Del Rey
E• Educação Sentimental II- Kid Abelha
O• O Children- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
P• Paul Revere- Beastie Boys
A• All I’ve Got To Do- The Beatles
R• Rät- Penelope Scott
D• Dead End Justice- The Runaways
S• Say Yes To Heaven- Lana Del Rey
K• Knockin On Heaven’s Door- Bob Dylan
I• It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over- Lenny Kravitez
N • Ne Me Quitte Te Pas- Jacques Brel
P• Podres Poderes- Caetano Veloso
I• I’m On Fire- Bruce Springsteen
L• Let There Be Love-Oasis
L• Little Wing- Jimi Hendrix
B• Bonnie and Clyde- Brigitte Bardot, Serge Gainsbourg
O• One- U2
X• Xodó- Juliette
H• Hush- Deep Purple
A• Atômico Platônico- Vanusa
T• Touch Me- The Doors
O• Olhos Vermelhos- Capital Inicial
K• Kiss- Prince
I’m tagging @roamwithahungryheart @yelena-bellova @austennerdita2533 @cleopatras @sansalicents @glen-powells @bebe-benzenheimer @sourwolf1999
@elizabethsolo @riickgrimes @chardwic @motherblossoms @crossxarrows @bundyshoes @elefantes-y-unicornios-voladores @betharmon @clytenmestra @obsessed-artist @ch3rrychr0m3 @normanrockwells @cowboibeepbeep @fuckindiva @la-vie-en-violetta @britneyshakespeare
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The love of my l- Sada. Just, Sada.
Romantica photoshoot
- Position: guitar / bass
- Birthday: april 3 (no there is no year. Being lucky, only ten years later than Karen)
- Zodiac: aries
- Height: 170cm.
- Weight: 53kg.
- Bloodtype: A
- Previous musical projects: ...
Sada's first look, claims Karen Fox, 2004 (look at him. Look at him. L o o k.)
- Favourite bands (Japan): X japan, Baiser, Kuroyume, Shazna, Velvet eden, Art marju duchain, Luna sea, Malice mizer, Moi dix mois, Raphael, Hizaki grace project, Izam, Lareine, Metis Gretel, Sadist, Parasite, S (visual kei era), Syndrome, Phantasmagoria, Jun solo, hide, Anti feminism, Madeth gray'll, Je*reviens, Dir en grey (visual kei era), La:sadie's, Aliene ma'riage, Noir fleurir, Eliphas levi, Noi'x, Missalina rei, Neil, Celestia le ciel, Eze qul, Luinspear, Marry+an+blood, Misery, Orugo/ru, The piass, Loon eye's millye, Verfe gorl, Schwardix marvally, Due le quartz, Kagrra (visual kei era), Da'vid shito:al, Alc A dia, Kar maria, Allegory pill, Lanus dune, Aikaryu, Kamaitachi, Gargoyle, Kuroahega, Sex Android, Angel heart.. and a looot more....
- Favourite bands (Outside Japan): Sex pistols, Specimen, Siouxsie and the banshees, Cinema strange, London after midnight, Heart Throb Mob, Queeny Blast Pop, The devotchkas, The damned, The adicts, Vice Squad (80's), Misfits, The Ramones, Motley crue, Visage, Dead or alive, Boy george, Mayhem, Dana International, The horrorpops, Dick dale, Dead can dance, Karen Fox, She-ra. (Damn that goth strike)
- Favourite Videoclips: Fade to Grey (Visage), Out of fashion (Boy George), Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (Marilyn Manson), Zero (Smashing pumkins), Sad Mask (Velvet eden), Omocha no miisha (Noir fleurir), Metamorphose (Lareine), Gekka No Yasoukyaku (Malice mizer), Sumire september love (Shazna), Sister (Kuroyume), Koi shite kura kura (Izam), Weekend (X japan), Tsuki ni kasamura kumo hana ni kaze (Omnyouza), To.ki.me.ki. (Missalina rei), Sangeki no yoru (Dir en grey), Michi no sora (Psycho le cemu), Hoy no (Entre Rios), Paris (Romantica).
- Hobby: ...
- Interest: Hollow earth, Nazi esoterism (ufo), not official science, comics, manga.
- Personality: dejado (ditzy, out of touch with the surroundings), dreamer.
- Favourite colour: black, violet.
- Ambition: youth.
- Your first love: myself
- Would you like to be in love again?: here I am.
- Romantica in one word: machos (alpha males)
- Favourite phrase: y.. ya no se puede confiar en naides!! -by: shinjidark- (well... Neinbody is to trust!!)
- Favourite book: ...
- Favourite writer: Pierre Boulle, H.P. lovecraft, Julio Verne, John uri lloyd, H.G. Wells, Ray Bradbury, Ellis St. Joseph, Edward Bulwer Lytton.
- Favourite movie: Hedwig and the angry inch, Star wars (original trilogy), Dagon, Glen or glenda.
- Favourite t.v. series: Lost, The outer limits (60's), The twilight zone (50's).
- Favourite politic: Gral. Juan D. Peron.
- Favourite word: ...
- Type of woman liked: Real doll.
- Type of woman disliked: Real women. (Somebody should tell this guys homosexuality isn't the answer to mysoginy... Or maybe it is?)
- Treasured thing: my body.
- Who is your rival: myself
- Favourite anime: NHK ni youkoso!, Neon genesis evangelion, Arbegas (El rayo custodio!), Mononoke hime, Gunnm, Magic knight rayearth, Petshop of horrors, Robotech, Berserk, Gantz.
- Animated series: The smurfs, South park, The simpsons, Batman the animated series, Transformers, Spiderman and his amazing friends, Dino raiders, G.I. Joe, Thundercats, Birdman.
- What did you wanted to be as a child: pope
- What subjet did you like at school: none, I hate school.
- When did you discover music: 14 years old
- Something you always carry with you: Brain.
- Time of the year: autumn
- Where you would like to go: tokyo, inside of hollow earth.
- Who you would like to meet: ...
- What song defines you: sad mask - velvet eden.
- Message to fans: I don't know who you are, but I don't believe you anything!!!.
#visual kei#vkei icons#vkeistyle#vkeiband#vkei#mana sama#goth stuff#gay story#sissi femboi#i'm the king of tag shitposting.
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꒰ Band of Brother Characters Taste in Music ꒱
Dick Winters— Jazz music is his jam... I could see him enjoying Laufey or Nat King Cole
Lewis Nixon— Either has a similar taste to Winters or he's listening to alternative. Might listen to Lana Del Rey.
Ronald Speirs— Folk Rock... Think of Sedona by Houndmouth or maybe Not Dead Yet by Lord Huron.
Harry Welsh— Probably loves music from the 70s... You could catch him singing to Fleetwood mac or Carly Simon.
Carwood Lipton— he listens to all kinds of music... Old, new, um classical. if he likes it, he will listen to it.
Edward Shames— Klezmer or nigun; He's a mensch.
John Martin—Whatever the radio plays, he isn't picky. He just doesn't enjoy hard rock or certain country music(that's about beer & girls).
Floyd Talbert— It's giving Mac Demarco, TV Girl, Backseat Lovers, maybe Gorillaz.. I don't know if he's a red flag or not.
Bill Guarnere— Alternative Rock; I'm leaning towards Punk by Gorillaz. Though, if he were to have a guilty pleasure song it'd be Mamma Mia by Abba.
Joe Toye— I'm thinking Metal or heavier rock in general though he definitely has guilty pleasure songs. His favourite metal song is Dragula by Rob Zombie. The guilty pleasure song is definitely Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo. He also listens to Lana del Rey, Marina, and Paramore.
Don Malarkey— His favourite band is the strokes, trust me. He also enjoys The Libertines and Franz Ferdinand. Just trust me on this, okay?
Lynn Compton— Wasn't he kind of athletic? If so he definitely has a workout playlist that's full of either really hyper-feminine music or 90s rock.
Ralph Spina— He loves music from the 60s-70s... Southern Nights by Glen Campbell is one of his favourite songs.
Eugene Roe— @chaosklutz helped with this one; Jazz. I could imagine him listening to Let's call the whole thing off by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.
Babe Heffron—Indie pop or Indie rock... Hes an avid listener of lovejoy. He also listens to Hozier from time to time.
Shifty Powers— Folk... He's from Virginia but if I remember correctly it's a rural area. He definitely likes John Denver and The Oh Hellos.
Joseph Liebgott— Klezmer the folk music of Ashki Jews!! Example; Dona Dona by Nikitov. On the other hand, I could see him listening to alternative/indie like Blur or haim.
George Luz— Classic Rock or Indie Pop— Think talking heads or wallows. However, he definitely loves some cher songs and donna summers.
Bull Randleman— It's giving rock but not heavy... He's not like Toye or Guarnere. I'm thinking of Cheaptrick or maybe Aerosmith.
Skinny Sisk—Probably listens to a playlist that's a mixture of pop, rock, and rap. It's giving red flag.
Frank Perconte— He definitely listens to the fratellis and the maccabees... I mean they have a song called Toothpaste Kisses...
Warren Muck— he listens to anything but he tends to favour the 80s. He loves Come On Eileen but also 500 miles? He'd play that whilst in the car with Penkala and Malarkey.
Alex Penkala— Don't ask me why but I think he'd listen to new wave. Think Duran Duran, Blondie, or B-52s. He might listen to the ramones from time to time.
David Webster— Whilst studying Webster has definitely chosen classical as his go to. He's a big fan of Saint-Saens and Tchaikovsky. However, when listening to music on the radio he prefers something a bit more quiet... His taste clashes with Toye and Guarnere. Though, I could see him trying to act as if listening to the smiths is really underrated. As if they're some underground band.
Edward Tipper— I think he likes 60s pink Floyd... Like See Emily Play Pink Floyd. He might also enjoy The Beatles or The Stone Roses. Like Rock that borders being pop.
#band of brothers#easy company#hbo war#dick winters#richard winters#lewis nixon#harry welsh#carwood lipton#edward shames#john martin#floyd talbert#bill guarnere#joe toye#don malarkey#buck compton#lynn Compton#ralph spina#Eugene roe#edward heffron#babe heffron#joe liebgott#george luz#joseph liebgott#shifty powers#frank perconte#bull randleman#skinny sisk#warren muck#alex penkala#david kenyon webster
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my in-game blorbos at a glance :3 brief info for each under the cut
David “V” Lozano: (he/him) my canon V, a born-and-bred Heywood brawler who never really cared about being famous but god Jackie made it sound so good. He doesn’t think he can make a difference and he doesn’t really try to. It’s all about survival, and corps can wipe you out in the blink of an eye. He would’ve minded his damn business after the heist if it hadn’t been for Johnny.
Viggo “Gogo” Day: (they/them) a Static of the Kessler clan along with their three brothers and a sister. They’re David’s best friend, a bright and cheerful foil to his taciturn toughness. The city hasn’t beaten the optimism out of them yet, and they have a lot of friends in surprising places who’d like to keep it that way.
Sanctuary Zelenko: (they/them) Medtech washout, ex-Scav, currently a ripperdoc in Vista del Rey. They’re eccentric, they’re enigmatic, they’re downright creepy sometimes. Their friends tell people they’re harmless, but no one knows for sure. Best not to find out.
Brother Calloway: (she/her) a statuesque netrunner that’s earned herself a spot in the Afterlife’s back booths. She keeps things close to the vest, never lets people in on what she’s thinking. It can be hard to get a hold of her, but she’s worth the wait.
Heiress: (she/her) Seasoned merc and 6th Street royalty--her grandfather was Santo Domingo’s premier fixer in the 2020s and her mother was a founding member of the Street. She used to be a high school teacher, but she got sick of corpos headhunting her students. Now she takes young and dumb mercs under her wing and teaches them a thing or two about survival before the city can eat them alive.
Hunter Ward: (she/her) the eldest daughter of Gogo and River. She’s a rainbow baby and her parents are protective of her, and she’s fine with that. Probably why she tends to be shy and doesn’t go out much without her family. Put her on a motorcycle, though, and she lights up like Christmas.
Joey Armas: (he/him) Scav who’s on the cusp of growing a conscience and quitting. He grew up poor on the outer edge of the Glen, just shy of Coastview. His brother was killed by some trust fund kid testing out their new combat-grade implants--that’s probably what set him down the path that led to the cyberware and organ black market. He and Sanctuary used to to date, and Sanctuary’s leaving the Scavs might have planted a seed of an idea that hey, maybe this shit is really fucked up.
Léonide St. Martin: (he/they) wannabe rockerboy and another Static of the Kessler clan. He’s Gogo’s “twin” brother--they were born a month apart and Leo’s mother nursed Gogo after Gogo’s mother died in childbirth. Leo’s the black sheep of the family, and that’s saying something considering his older brother Augie is registered as a cyberpsycho (but he’s doing really well these days). Like Gogo, he’s embraced Night City, but he’s drawn to the darker underbelly and he’s always getting into trouble that gets back to his family more often than it should.
Harvey Vignaud: (he/him) London-born and never figured he’d do anything else but work for Arasaka like his parents. And he did, for a while, netrunning his way up the corpo ladder and earning himself a reputation as someone you never want to meet out there in the net. Then he quit and became a BD editor instead. There’s not much more to it--he’s fickle, and he’s got the skills to do whatever he wants and not be bothered about it. He’s got the air of someone standing comfortably on that thin line between enigmatic and completely detached from reality.
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: don keyworth 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 32 anos 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: ele/dele 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: glen powell 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: humano (?) 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: shrek 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: amigável, gentil, comunicativo, fiel 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: medroso, sensível, ingênuo, impaciente 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘: mocinho 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: apresentador do "bom da com a fada madrinha"
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒…
quando a magia do contrato foi jogada sobre seu conto, a perspectiva da realidade do burro, talvez tenha sido uma das mais afetadas. de animal falante que fugiu de uma vida de abusos e atravessou reinos com seus amigos, ele agora não passa de um ser humano normal.
don keyworth nasceu e cresceu em um pequeno reino ao sul de tão tão distante, em uma família muito, mas muito numerosa. na contagem de irmãos era o número oito, de netos, o vigésimo segundo.
o apelido de “burro” surgiu ainda criança, quando don e alguns dos seus irmãos foram visitar um parque de diversões que havia acabado de chegar na cidade. o coitado estava muito eufórico para aproveitar tudo e acabou esquecendo de prender o sinto do carrinho de bate-bate e acabou causando um pequeno acidente. “você é tão burro que seria capaz de se perder aqui dentro para sempre”.
e assim o fez, fugiu com a equipe do parque "ilha dos prazeres". ficou encantado com o mundo de possibilidades que o local proporcionava e por mais que fosse sentir falta da família, no fundo sempre quis sair daquele lugar.
quando os donos souberam que havia uma criança que viajava escondida (e que era acobertada por alguns funcionários) o adotaram.
muito comunicativo e espontâneo, logo fez sucesso ao estampar os cartazes e propagandas do parque. chegou em tão tão distante após receber uma proposta de rumpelstiltskin para fixar o parque no local. o engraçado é que desde esse dia, ele sempre sente uma sensação estranha.
por algum motivo que até hoje é desconhecido, vendeu o parque para o rei.
𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒…
em breve !!!
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#Boondock saints x reader#jatp x reader#gilmore girls x reader#horror x reader#hunger games x reader#terra nova 2011#terra nova x reader#stranger things x reader#spree x reader#8 mile x reader#star wars x reader#twd x reader#blade x reader#austin powers x reader#the boys x reader#mcu x reader#supernatural x reader#jurassic park x reader#jurassic world x reader#crossover au#crossover
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