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@richlust wanted vova

vladimir paces the cement floor of the tiny fake shop where he was sent to meet julius for pick up. bear has no idea what he was picking up, and he doesn't really care, what bothers him was the circumstance. he doesn't trust the other organization in the slightest, least of all the other man who seems to vova like a slippery snake — perplexing and interesting to look at but ready to strike when you least expect it.

when the other male walks through the door, vladimir's body tenses. there's a reason he has been sent, of everyone, because he is the most likely to return unscathed in the event of shit going down. he's a little harder to kill than the others, as it were. when he lays eyes on the other guy, there's that conflicting feeling in his gut that hate to see you, love to watch you sort of thing that he just doesn't pay much attention to because they're supposed to be enemies, right?

"you have the package?" he asks, lifting a lit cigarette to his mouth to take a drag. "here." the russian kicks the duffel bag with the cash in it toward julius. "all there, feel free to count."

he doesn't know quite how to navigate all of this. the way they had left things was rocky and entirely unstable and carter had cried in the shower over it. joey hadn't made things worse but he hadn't made them better, carter had realised immediately that the only way to make any of this better was for mika to come back to him. the problem with that was how clear it was that mika was not going to come back to carter of his own accord. that had pushed carter into coming up with a plan to make things right, even if he was not entirely sure what had gone wrong. he just knew he had fucked up by taking care of joey that night.

    he was sad.   seeing his father, a drunk mess, coming back in his life because he wanted some damn money.   all he cared about was fucking money.    he looked at the man, tired of feeling like shit because the man who was meant to be a loving father was a fucking asshole, an abuser, a manipulator.   all he cared about was getting drunk, and giving little to no attention to the only son he had.   but julian had had enough of it.   feeling like he was worth nothing.  “ this is the last time i’m giving you anything.   i don’t have a father anymore, so don’t ever come to me.   you don’t have a son, ” he said before turning around and walking off.

    julian walked and walked.  he didn’t know how late it was, but all he did was walk.   and then he ran.   emotions taking over.   tears falling down his face as he ran.   and then he found himself at the only place that he knew he’d find some solace.  so he wiped his tears, wiped his eyes and tried to gather himself before finally knocking on the door.  he didn’t know how long he had been knocking, but they were getting more frequent, harder, and when he finally was about to bang on the door, he saw it open and looked up at the man.   the only man in his life that gave a shit about him.   

based on: x - nia left for new york city in her early twenties, to go live the life she wanted as a woman. she left her girlfriend but had always hoped that she would come after her, find her... but she didn't. now, they've met again as nia visits her hometown and they finally talk about it.

"you didn't come after me." nia finally spoke, an answer to the question of why she was a little bitter, a little... hurt as they talked about their break up - even though nia had left. she had ended it. she had chosen the big city and a new life.

"Oh god, please don't look at me like that. I'd rather you just be angry than do this whole disappointed look you got going on."