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If they had a kid

Name: Simone Marianna

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Blue eys, short dark brown hair, not buzz short though, more of a round face. Fair complected. 

Personality: He is spoiled, let’s face it. He has tough parents, they are very into the tough love but Vanessa also spoils him and so does James since Simone is their only child, so he has only child syndrome. He is more reserved though, he just does his work at school and does his best to be the best but doesn’t make a huge scene about anything. And in public he is seen as the sweet little boy like perfect son, like everyone dotes on him and what he deals with, with his parents being so prestigious like he is the perfect example of what a child should be like.

Special Talents: He has been playing the piano since he was four. That is his main talent though he is getting better at painting, learning form his mother and she has put up some of his artwork in her place. 

Who they like better: Vanessa for sure, like she is around him more and he is a momma’s boy. He is not necessarily scared of James but he can be a bit tough and he has a problem of not showing that he really cares about him. 

Who they take after more: Takes after James more, for James was quiet and reserved when he was younger and did everything almost to perfection, though with age and the more he spends with Vanessa he tends to become more as her.

Personal Head canon: He hates dressing up, which most kids hate it always complaining about how his bowtie is too tight or the shirt is itchy and he hates going out to paries because they are boring to a child but like he immediately perks up when Vanessa is so loving to him and like makes him feel better about going out and they dance together until he gets embarrassed or tired. 

Face Claim: Jordan Bennie

BONUS ROUND:

Fen bit her lip.  She was fairly certain she was supposed to be terrified and intimidated but she was mostly … A bit hot and bothered.  Well … Okay, she was a bit of all of them.

Vanessa shrugged, though her eyes held a rather mischievous glint. If she could take an empire down, why should she not do it?

I’ve heard so much about you!

The things you do affect us all.

Are you here on your own?

What a fortunate coincidence.

I would never want to force your hand.

I’d be good for you.

I don’t always rush in like this.

If I’m wrong I hope you tell me so.

You really should know.

I’d be surprisingly good for you.

I won’t go on if I’m boring you.

Do you understand my point of view?

Do you like what you see?

Would you be good for me, too?

Please go on.

You enthrall me!

I can understand you perfectly.

I like what I hear.

Knowing me, I’d be good for you, too.

Did you believe in your wildest moments all this would be yours?

Don’t look down, it’s a long, long way to fall.

Where do you go from here?

Nothing can thrill you.

I hope you come to terms with boredom.

It’s been done before.

My story’s quite usual.

I don’t expect my love affairs to last for long.

Being used to trouble, I anticipate it.

But, all the same, I hate it.

So, what happens now?

Where am I going to?

I’m immune to gloom.

Every time it matters all my words desert me.

You’ll get by, you always have before.

Call in three months time and I’ll be fine.

Don’t ask anymore.

I’m praying for you.

Will you look upon me as your own?

I’ll try to be exactly like you.

I’m doing my best.

Turn a blind eye.

Your act hasn’t changed much.

Politics, the art of the possible.

Hello and goodbye!

I’ve just unemployed you.

You had a good run.

I’m sure he enjoyed you.

Don’t act sad or surprised.

Let’s be friends.

Come on, little one!

Don’t sit there like a dummy!

The day you knew would arrive is here.

You’re obviously going through some adolescent phase.

We’re glad you noticed.

You said it, brother.

That isn’t funny!

We have completely lost our grip.

Can we assume, then, that you’ll quit?

Goodnight and thank you.

It won’t be easy.

You won’t believe me.

I had to let it happen.

I had to change.

I chose freedom.

The truth is, I never left you.

I kept my promise.

Don’t keep your distance.

The answer was here all the time.

I love you and hope you love me.

Have I said too much?

There’s nothing more I can think of to say to you.

Just listen to that!

That’s not the point, my friends!

Oh, but it’s sad when a love affair dies.

We have pretended enough.

It’s best that we stop fooling ourselves.

Don’t blame them, you’re the same.

You’ve completed your task.

What more can we ask of you now?

That will be all.

I don’t think that’s likely, somehow.

i know you’ll look back on the good times we’ve shared.

We’d love you to stay.

You’d be in the way.

Our passion was just too intense to survive.

There’s one thing I never got clear.

So, what are my chances?

Not here, dear.

Is that clear, dear?

A night to remember, yeah, that’s for sure.

Your little body’s slowing breaking down.

You’re losing speed.

You’re losing strength.

Some days are fine, some a little bit harder.

Don’t you forget what I’ve been through.

I’m still standing.

This isn’t where we intended to be.

We had it all.

You believed in me.

I believed in you.

You must love me.

Why are you at my side?

How can I be any use to you now?

Nothing has changed.

I’ve decided I should decline.

The truth is, I shall not leave you.

That’s all gone now.

I don’t say they mean harm.

All you have to do is sit and wait.

We could be foolish not to quit while we’re ahead.

This is crazy, defeatist talk!

Why commit political suicide?

Don’t think I don’t think like you.

There are other ways of establishing authority.

The choice was mine and mine completely.

Let’s get this show on the road.

Let’s make it obvious.

I won’t disappoint them.

We’ll put on a show.

It doesn’t matter much.

it’s been an incredible success.

We weren’t sure.

We had a few doubts.

Did you hear that?

They called me a whore! They actually called me a whore!

It wasn’t on the schedule anyhow.

We’ve all gone crazy.

It’s quite a sunset.

She’s/He’s not coming back to you.

I am ordinary, unimportant.

So, share my glory.

I’d get out while you can.

It’s happened at last.

I’m starting to get started.

Do all your one night stands give you this trouble?

Bad is good for me.

Birds fly out of here, so why the hell can’t I?

Five years from now I shall come back.

You ought to know what you’re gonna get in me.

Don’t hold back.

You’re certain to impress.

Tell the driver this is where I’m staying.

Just look at me, dressed up with somewhere to go.

    she’s been staring at this painting for about ten minutes now. matthew would never see it—-why can’t she find something she likes? god. their apartment was so BLAND in the first place—it needed something on the walls.

Nessa called:

“So, we aren’t going to see my mother?” She sucked her teeth and laid her head back, looking up at the woman in front of her.

CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES

❝You amaze me.❞

❝God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex.❞

❝Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady?❞

❝I’m the Marsha Fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and sometimes I want to kill myself!❞

❝So there’s your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud. Now tell me, are you in…or are you out?❞

❝What shall we toast to?❞

❝Silly rabbit. My triumph isn’t over them. It’s over you.❞

❝You were very much in love with them. You’re still in love with them.❞

❝It amused me to make you ashamed of it.❞

❝You gave up the first person you ever loved because I threatened your reputation.❞

❝Don’t you get it? You’re just a toy. A little toy I like to play with.❞

❝Tastes good.❞

❝So I assume you’ve come here to make arrangements? But unfortunately, I don’t fuck losers.❞

❝Most people are sheep. Who are you to criticize something you’ve never experienced?❞

❝I just don’t think people should experience the act of love until they are in love.❞

❝Are you a lesbian?❞

❝I didn’t meant to offend you. I just picked up on a little bit of that lesbian vibe.❞

❝The only reason I let him keep up the charade is because the man has a mouth like a hoover. Oof!❞

❝This sure doesn’t take like an iced tea.❞

❝Yup. Then I fucked your daughter.❞

❝I’m impressed.❞

❝Well, I’m in love.❞

❝They told me they loved me, and I believed them.❞

❝Would you cut your psycho-babble bullshit!❞

❝There’s pictures of me on the internet!❞

❝My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.❞

❝But that would make me a slut, wouldn’t it?❞

❝Fucking idiot…❞

❝Well I know this sounds corny, but whenever I feel the temptation of peer pressure, I turn to God and he helps me through the problem.❞

❝I don’t know what I could possibly say that would rectify the harm I’ve caused you.❞

❝The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy.❞

❝My whole life has been a joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others’ misery.❞

❝I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved.❞

❝Please give me another chance. I’m a wreck without you.❞

❝You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, and you’re going to turn your back on it.❞

❝But you are going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you’ve turned your back on love.❞

❝And that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life.❞

❝And how are things down under?❞

❝E-mail is for geeks and pedophiles.❞

❝That little wager of yours? Count me in.❞

❝ What are the terms?❞

❝In English? I’ll fuck your brains out.❞

❝Because I’m the only person you can’t have, and it kills you.❞

❝You’ve got yourself a bet, baby!❞

❝Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way.❞

❝Why can’t we be together?❞

❝You wanna know why? Because I don’t trust myself with you.❞

❝You could be a model. It’s too bad you’re not sexy.❞

❝I can be sexy!❞

❝Keep your legs together. This isn’t Jamaica.❞

❝Introduce them to your world of sex, drugs and… what else do you do?❞

❝My God. You are completely pussy-whipped.❞

❝What happened to us?❞

❝You’re in love with them, you don’t love me anymore.❞

❝Hmm, quite the predicament you’re in.❞

❝Well let me tell you something, people don’t change overnight. You and I are two of a kind. At least I have the guts to admit it.❞

❝Not only will you ruin your reputation, you’ll destroy theirs.❞

❝I know how to alleviate menstrual cramps, thank you very much.❞

❝It’s not like you have a husband - unless you’re married to Jesus.❞

❝It’s not you, it’s me…I’m completely fucked up.❞

❝I thought I was in love with you, but it was just a lie.❞

❝I just wanted to see what you were like in bed.❞

❝I wanted it to work, but unfortunately I feel nothing.❞

❝You’re such a coward! Look at yourself!❞

❝Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me!❞

❝I can’t stand that holier-than-thou bullshit, and yet, I’m completely infatuated.❞

❝It’s okay. You can laugh. I promise not to tell anyone.❞

❝Okay, let’s try it again only this time I’m gonna stick my tongue in your mouth, and when I do that I want you to massage my tongue with yours. And that’s what first base is.❞

❝They took down my pants and started writing the alphabet with their tongue.❞

❝I’ve been very well-informed of your reputation.❞

❝You promise people the world in order to get them into bed with you.❞

❝Relationships seem too distracting. I’d rather concentrate on my studies.❞

❝Get your ass on the bed and prepare for the fuck of your life!❞

Vanessa laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. It had been a long time since they’d last seen each other, with all that happened at the gala. She had to admit she had missed the woman very much, but her recovery had taken so much energy out of her; Wilson was the one person she’d wanted to see for a while. Now that she felt better, Abel was the one she wanted to be close to.

          Many people in the KITCHEN would consider it a cardinal sin to keep Wilson Fisk waiting. Currently, he stood inside of his penthouse, staring out at the city he loved so much. He was preparing to go out to dinner with his lovely FIANCÉ and for that, he had all of the time in the world. For a woman like Vanessa, a man should wait his lifetime–or so, that’s what Wilson thought. He knew that he would wait an entire lifetime if it meant basking in her beauty just one more time. With that in mind, though, he also knew that people out there–pettier men than he–existed just to steal away that HAPPINESS that men fought so hard to create. Wilson Fisk would be DAMNED before something like that happened to him. He would fight until his final dying breath.

          His overactive mind was brought back into reality inside of his penthouse as he heard the sound of approaching heels against his marble flooring. Slowly, he turned around and put his BACK to the city that had, on so many occasions, TURNED its back on him. His snub of the city would not be permanent, no, because he could never stay away–not forever. The city was a part of him–it was in his BLOOD. It would always be in his heart as well and in that respect, Hell’s Kitchen and Vanessa had something in common. He took a couple of steps toward her, wine glass in hand, as a smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth.

                        Her recovery had been... DIFFICULT, to say the least; but despite all the pain and overwhelming nausea that came with all the damage to her organs, Vanessa had maintained a POSITIVE outlook, knowing that Wilson would find the people who’d sought to pull them apart and he would DESTROY them.

                           And now she felt they were stronger than ever. Working TOGETHER to make Hell’s Kitchen into a better, ideal place. This city was theirs. They would RULE over it, and its people would appreciate their efforts. Those who tried to get in their way? Would be CRUSHED under the weight of their strength.

                          As her heels clicked against the floor, she imagined with each step one of their enemies falling. One by one, they all would in the end. It was a PROMISE she’d made to herself. WILSON’S smile confirmed her resolve as her own lips curved into a red-painted smile. 

“I would hardly consider myself a work of art. A piece of work, maybe.” Her lips twitched at that, moving a hand through her hair nervously. “Then again, who am I to argue with the expert? I assume I don’t have to tell you that I am not here for the art. Not that I don’t appreciate beautiful things when I see them…”