#chmpgneflwrs

[stovkholm]

she   had   taken   the   torch   ....   now   ablaze.   with   nairobi’s   passing   monica   had   quickly   taken   her   mantle   for   smelting   the   gold.   it   kept   her   mind   busy   and   thoughts   distracted   from   the   lack   of   her   friend,   and   her   mess   of   a   relationship.   despite   weeks   of   thoughtful   planning   her   mind   cracks;   she   misses   cincinnati   in   this   moment.     

with   tears   in   her   eyes   and   sweat   dotting   her   forehead,   she   sniffles,   allowing   herself   a   moment   of   humanity.   unfortunately   it   crashes   over   her   quite   effectively,   because   soon   enough   she’s   wiping   at   her   eyes   with   large   tears   racing   down   towards   trembling   lips.   smearing   blackened   soot   further   around   on   her   glazed   cheeks   which   are   slick   with   a   mixture   of   tears   and   sweat.   familiar   light   footfalls   enter   her   line   of   sound   and   she   perks   up,   turning   away   slightly   to   rub   at   her   face   more   in   a   quick   cover   up.   she   doesn’t   face   him   just   yet,   but   instead   faces   at   the   wall.   her   eyes   sting   further   and   she   pinches   the   bridge   of   her   nose,   trying   to   ground   herself.   ‘   rio,   ’   her   greeting   fails   her,   voice   cracking.   she   had   to   be   strong   for   him.   he   had   endured   so   much   under   alicia,   what   kind   of   comfort   could   she   be   to   him   if   she   couldn’t  comfort   herself?   further   pressure   is   applied   to   her   nose.   ‘   i   was   just   taking   a   minute   to   try   and   clean   myself   up.   ’   she   lies   partially.   however;   monica   was   never   good   at   shielding   her   emotions.   she   wore   her   heart   on   her   sleeve,   always.    (  @chmpgneflwrs​  )

[cielomorao-a]

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TELL ME HOW U FEEL ABOUT ME

[kataramenespsyxes]

starter requsted for @chmpgneflwrs

       ‘  i didn’t expect YOU out of all people to be coming back. ‘

              the elite male said. christian seemed to be back, HEALED as it seemed yet a little changed. he could see he wasn’t so much of a CHEERY person anymore.  or the HOT boy with soft heart that he tended to be.                    ander wasn’t so much of reading people out because he had his OWN issues to follow out and put in tact but it was a surprise that he saw the male back.  however, he didn’t know if carla or the others were aware of his return. and as he saw it, NO one was aware of his return. 

                            ‘ how are you?? it has been a WHILE.’

[multimuse-rp-archived]

Starter for @chmpgneflwrs

Joining the heist with Denver hadn’t been what Moscow had expected. The Professor was smart; his plan was perfect... flawless, even. But he’d grown attached to his fellow robbers — most of them, at least. Nairobi, the smart, compassionate, charismatic young woman. Tokyo, the reckless, impulsive, beauty queen... despite her flaws, he still was attached to her. The Professor, the genius behind the heist. And Rio, the quiet, sweet, sensitive young boy, probably too innocent for the heist. Still, Moscow had faith in him.

He was working on digging the tunnel, wishing to hit dirt soon, but it had only been a few hours. They wouldn’t hit dirt for quite a while. Despite him being one of the oldest in the heist, and probably one of the least healthy ones, he refused to take a break or even stop to rest for a moment. The plan was too important. Still, when Rio came in, Moscow smiled, gladly turning his full attention to the boy as he stopped digging. “Rio,” he said, bowing his head respectfully in a greeting. “How are you feeling?” He knew the whole thing with the cops had probably shaken him up. In all honesty, Moscow had been scared, too.

[flannelscures]

@chmpgneflwrs​

“hey, man.” normally, at the end of a long, exhausting day like the one ollie had just gone through, the last thing he’d want was to sit down and work on a class project. and yet, oddly enough, he found himself not being all that bummed about it, for some odd reason. maybe it was because his assigned partner was known for being smart - way smarter than him, at least, or maybe it has something to do with the aesthetically pleasing way remi twirled his pencil between his fingers. that’s how his girlfriend probably would have put it, anyway.

at the realization that he’d been watching remi’s fingers, instead of actually paying attention to what his classmate was telling him, ollie’s eyes snapped back up, shifting in his seat as he tried to shrug off some pretty weird, sudden mental images that had popped into his brain, of remi’s fingers wrapped around… something else. where the hell had that come from, anyway? after all, he was dating the hottest girl on campus, and though he was totally an ally, he wasn’t into guys like that. must just be the lack of sleep he’d been getting lately, due to way too early basketball practices. “i tried to do some research last night but uh… i kind of passed out. it was so boring, i don’t know how you get through this stuff, dude.”

he smiles as he looks over at the other , licking over his lower lip as he listens to the other talking . “ yeah , don’t worry about it , ” remi chuckles , slowly nodding his head as he licks over his lower lip before tilting his head to the side . eyes flicker over ollie’s face , pressing his lips together as he shifts a little in his seat . “ it can be pretty boring but it’ll be over before you know it and then you’ll be back to doing whatever it is you do when you’re not forced to work with me , ” he nods , before carefully setting his pencil down .  everyone knows who ollie is . dating one of the hottest girls in school , being part of the basketball team and people didn’t really pay attention to remi . he rests his chin on his hand , stretching his legs out under the table . “ do you want a coffee or something ? i’ll go grab us one frm the machine . ”

[aeternuswords]

closed | @chmpgneflwrs​ [ based on this ]

“Okay, okay so..” Willow had exclaimed, pulling at his arm in an attempt to pull them to a halt. They were closing in on the front door to the party. She had not seen him since the break up and her heart was racing rapidly in her chest, feeling a lot more nervous than she had thought she would be, even though they already had a pretty solid plan figured out already, right? “We started dating very recently and we think we are made for each other and all that.” She said, rolling her eyes a little at her own words, “Just, don’t leave my side tonight, okay? I don’t know a lot of these people, and the last thing I want is to give him an opportunity to talk to me alone..” She said, looking up at him a bit pleadingly from underneath her thick eyelashes. 

[andresdefonollosa-archived]

@chmpgneflwrs (continued from here)

Unlike Tokyo, who was foolish and impulsive, Berlin knew the consequences of his actions. He knew Rio was madly in love with Tokyo; he knew that exiling her from the Mint would result in anger from Rio, and probably some others in the group, too. But he’d been backed against a wall, shoved into an impossible situation where the only reasonable thing to do was to get rid of her. Frankly, he’d showed mercy by leaving her alive when he was sure she wouldn’t have done the same for him. That fifth shot was the one that would have killed him. He was sure of it. Berlin had looked into the woman’s eyes and seen the pure rage, the pure hatred... but it was all just the stress of the heist, he told himself. Tokyo was a lot of things, but she wasn’t stupid. Rio, on the other hand... he wasn’t stupid, but he was naive, blinded by love that he didn’t realize would never truly last. Berlin was a bit worried about the much younger boy’s sanity and dedication to the plan now that Tokyo was gone.

“Rio,” Berlin called from across the room, not breaking the intense eye contact that had been going on for the past minute. The only thing he broke was the silence. “It’s your shift to watch the hostages with Helsinki.” He motioned for the boy to come closer. He didn’t mention anything about Tokyo; there was no need to. He already knew what Rio was thinking, how much Rio wanted to tie Berlin up to that chair and shoot him for real without all of that Russian Roulette crap. But that wouldn’t happen; Berlin wasn’t afraid of the near-teenager.

[girlinthestory]

“oh, you are already falling in love with me.” ( for whoever! )

For a second, May actually wondered if it was true. 

She didn’t have any doubt that they were best friends, that Damian had just made an off hand comment, but she had the tiniest bit of hope that maybe she was in love with him and not her other best friend. It wouldn’t have any future, clearly, but at least it would give May the opportunity to just fucking move and not stay in this weird as fuck limbo she was right now. It would be easier to get her heart broken by Damian, quicker and more efficient. 

But there wasn’t anything romantic on her feelings, not even the tiniest bit. 

“I wished” Her laugh came out a bit strained, probably because weed was making her head feel more stupid and heavier than normal. Stupid weed. “We literally could just run away together and live from the old rich people. Fucking dope”