#well we're getting to that last part.....in the last part

[lissomeingenuestuff]

CLARA BOW // charles leclerc - pt. 2

charles leclerc x figureskater!reader

part 1 part 3

summary: you're an aspiring olympic gold medalist who just wants to compete and have fun. on the way there, a handsome monegasque f1 driver slides into your dms and changes the trajectory of your life.

note: so i woke up to part one of this having over 300 notes?? what the heck you guys 😭 thank you so much! here's a speedy part two as a thank you 🙏🏻

capital indoor stadium beijing, china

"Annyeong (Bye), Hana!" Y/N called out, giggling as the little girl waved wildly, struggling against her babysitter who was trying to take her away.

"Bye, Y/N!!!" she yelled back, her English as unsteady and lisping as Y/N's Korean was.

The figure skater shook her head, smiling. Hana could be a handful and a little spoiled, but she really was a joy to be around, and a weight taken off Y/N's shoulders in the face of the upcoming competition. Even though skating with her had taken some of Y/N's precious rest time away, she couldn't help but be happy still. Going back to the Olympic Village early would've only meant that she would agonize over everything that could possibly go wrong tomorrow, and that was the last thing she needed with all of the tenseness and pressure that was already permeating the rink's atmosphere.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Rafael Arutyunyan, one of her coaches asked as she slid over to the barriers.

"Yes," she avoided looking at his face, knowing there would only be disapproval there. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Hm. Well, you know what I think."

"Hana's a sweet kid," Y/N defended, sliding to a stop in front of the rink's entrance.

"I never said she wasn't," Rafael pointed out, handing her her blade guards.

Y/N began putting them on as her coach continued, "Just that this is not the kind of distraction you need the day before the competition."

"It was either this or go to my room and mope. Which would you have rather I'd done?" Pulling her red Team USA jacket on, she continued, "Besides, Adam said it was fine."

"Adam's looking at it from a PR perspective," Rafael rolled his eyes. "You know that."

"It's good for my mindset." Y/N shrugged, ignoring the cameras clicking away from the media journalists by the sideboards. "If it's also good PR, then it can't be all that bad, can it?"

"I just don't want it to affect your performance, come competition day."

Y/N sighed affectionately and pat his shoulder.

"I'll be fine, Raf. If anything's going to hurt my skating, it's not going to be this."

cassievilleneuve

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cassievilleneuve my companion, my best friend, my soul sister. words can't express how proud i am of you and your accomplishments. we've both wanted to go to the olympics since we were little girls, and i'm so thrilled that you made it there 🥹 know that i'm there with you in spirit, and go kill it out there tomorrow.

love, the wicked witch 🧙🏻‍♀️

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y/n l/n there would be no glinda if there weren't an elphaba 💙 ily so so much cass! next time, we'll both be doing it together, i just know it.

karebearsk8 ahhh look what you did cass, you've made her cry 😄

y/n l/n LIES

isabeau.levito so proud of both of you ❤️ ❤️ by y/n l/n

y/n l/n thank you issy 🥰

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daniel3.jpg caught in 4k 😳

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melisasimp how is Charles perfect in all angles😩😭

kimmiegrantxo Thank you for your service, sir 🫡

daphnemller I have been fed 😩

charles_leclerc MATE!?

landonorris he's so pathetic 😄

amyisawag asdfjhskfjd lando??? 😭

carlossainz55 where is the lie

oscarpiastri pathetic AND obsessed

charles_leclerc BLOCKED. all of you BLOCKED.

detectivelana guys guys i think we're focusing on the wrong thing here. charles is fine and all, but what's the common thread through all of these pictures? his phone. what else? his smile. in conclusion, who is charles smiling at on his phone and how do we get the grid to spill?

mellymellmell no no you're so right??

amyisawag @daniel3.jpg

daphnemller @daniel3.jpg

daniel3.jpg sorry, been sworn to secrecy 🤐

#charles leclerc #ferrari #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Best Prom Ever 👗💞🪩

Chrissy asks Eddie to prom purely to piss off Jason, you're devastated but Eddie is so happy so you fake a smile and hide how you feel.

So much for the magical prom night you wished for, but not all hope is lost.

This is a fluffy, angsty fic but this is an 18+blog so mdni,

💌🎀

There's this crushing weight on your heart when Chrissy asks Eddie to the prom. It must feel like a dream for Eddie. So why does it feel like your heart is breaking into a million pieces?

It's meant to be just a typical boring Monday but now your whole world feels like it's been shaken.

Of course he says yes. Looks at you for a second before hand and you give him an encouraging smile, hide the way you feel like you can't breathe.

Chrissy was a sweetheart. She would be good for Eddie. You resolve to ignore the stabbing pain in your chest and plant a fake, happy smile on your face.

You knew the two of them had a budding friendship, but you never expected this. Eddie hated prom and everything it stood for and yet he was agreeing to go with Chrissy.

If you asked would he have gone with you? No, of course not. You slip away from their conversation, your ears are ringing and the deep ache in your chest is only getting worse.

You hurry to the bathroom and into a cubicle, lock the door and let out the tears you were struggling to keep at bay.

There was a small part of you that hoped Eddie would ask you to the prom. You could go together and make each other laugh, dance like idiots and be in your own little world.

The bubble was quickly burst seeing Chrissy ask Eddie. Of course he wouldn't say no. This was Chrissy you were talking about. She was the cheer captain and Hawkin High's princess.

Shakily you get up and head out to dry your tears, try to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest and put on a happy smile. For Eddie.

He has a smile on his face for the rest of the day and at lunch he's telling the rest of Hellfire Club what happened.

"I mean, Chrissy told me she asked me to prom to get back at Jason for being a douchebag but I can be a little bit excited right? This is Chrissy Cunningham, we're talking about" Eddie babbles on to you while you're eating lunch.

He's been talking about prom for the last ten minutes.

Jeff raises his eyebrows at Eddie. "Dude, what about the whole "Prom is just a bunch of bullshit, you'd never see me step one foot in conformist shit like that" Eddie pauses as he steals one of your fries then answers Jeff's question.

"Dude I still feel that way, however this is a chance to piss off Carver and I never want to miss an opportunity like that" he explains and you listen half heartedly.

This is why he was going? A revenge fantasy for him? The thought depresses you and you make a vow to yourself that you will enjoy prom night in a different way. Maybe you could stay at home, watch a bunch of horror movies or sappy, wholesome movies and binge on snacks.

That made you feel a little bit better. But there was still a small part of you that dreaded Friday night.

💌🎀

Eddie shows up at your house half an hour before prom. Well, he climbs up through your window like he always does and nearly ruins his outfit.

He looks gorgeous, he's paired his leather jacket with a black dress shirt and black jeans. He frowns as his eyes trail over you.

"Why aren't you dressed yet? Proms starting in half an hour"

"Oh, I'm not going to the dance" you shrug and Eddie gapes at you. His big brown eyes are wide and searching as you flop back down in your bed, already cosy in your comfiest nightwear and ready to binge watch your favourite movies.

"But..." You turn to him and fake a smile once again, fuck, you were getting pretty good at this.

"Go and have fun Eddie"

"It won't be the same without you princess" you feel a tug at your heart but shake your head. No. You were not giving yourself false hope that deep down Eddie had feelings for you.

"Don't be silly, you'll be with Chrissy, you'll have a great time" you assure him and he gives you a faint smile.

"But my best girl won't be there" fuck. Why did he have to say such sweet things, he's still lingering so you give him a gentle nudge to the door. He looks back at you one more time and then he's gone.

Your night of movies and binging in ice cream is interrupted by Steve. He comes into your room and is at your closet, pulling out the dress you bought for prom.

When you were secretly hoping maybe Eddie would ask you.

"Steve, what the hell are you doing?" He turns around with one hand on his hip and gives you that "Mom" stare he usually reserves for the kids.

"You're not holing up in your room feeling sorry for yourself and missing prom. I missed prom because I felt shitty about Nance and you were there for me. Now I'm returning the favor. Get dressed honey"

You're tempted but the thought of seeing Eddie with Chrissy hurts your heart all over again.

"I don't know if I can watch Eddie with Chrissy, having the time of their lives. I mean, of course I want him to have fun but do I have to see it?" Steve settles beside you and puts his arm around you.

"I'm going with you. Robin and Vickie too. Fuck Eddie Munson, you will go and have the time of your life with us, now get dressed" he orders.

"So bossy", you mutter but kiss his cheek before you take the dress into your bathroom and start getting ready .

💞💌🎀

Prom is boring. He kinda expected it but it's even worse now he's here. The music is shitty and while Chrissy is really a sweetheart, all he can think about is you.

Would prom be more fun if you were here? Absolutely yes. Jason is glaring daggers at him and that is barely giving him any satisfaction.

Chrissy is looking at him all sympathetic and that doesn't help his mood. "Is yn not coming?" She looks around for you and Eddie shakes his head glum.

"No, she's having a movie night instead" Chrissy bites her lip, looking shocked.

"It's prom. She can't miss prom" he shrugs the weight of your absence weighing heavy on him, he's so tempted to just ditch this shit and go and be with you.

Chrissy softens when she looks at him, "You're really not having a good time huh? I'm sorry, I thought at the time this would be a good idea, but you're missing your girl and well... I miss Jason" she murmurs softly and Eddie while he doesn't get how anyone could miss Carver, he does sympathise with her.

"I think I've ruined everything" he replies and the small bubble of panic inside of him grows bigger and bigger when he thinks about you on your own.

"Oh Eddie, I think you need to go and see her. You haven't ruined anything, she just doesn't know how you feel. Maybe because you realised at the last minute" Chrissy scolds him.

Doesn't realise how you feel... He goes over Chrissy's words several times before realising she's right.

He's head over heels. For you.

"Shit" Eddie yelps and ignores the way some of his classmates look their way. Chrissy still looks disappointed in him and that doesn't help either.

"Wait, why are you pissed at me?" He asks Chrissy confused, she looks at him like he's grown two heads and sighs.

"Eddie, you've left your best friend all alone while she's hurting and trying to put on a brave face because she doesn't realise that you like her back. She's been so nice to me so I'm pissed for her that it took you so long to get your head out of your ass"

Eddie winces and nods. Yup, he deserved that. Then his heart skips a beat as he repeats her words.

"You really think she feels the same?" Chrissy's glare softens and she nods. Oh fuck, yeah he had messed up.

"Oh wow" Chrissy gasps and he turns around to where she's staring at and there you are in a beautiful dress, looking ethereal and like an angel as you enter the room.

You were here after all. His heart is going a mile a minute but sinks as he sees you with Steve. Then it lightens when Robin and Vickie arrive at the same time.

Chrissy is looking at him expectantly and he swallows as he looks at you with Steve. He messed up. He should be the one making you smile like that.

"I think I'm too late. She's with Steve" he mutters and Chrissy shakes her head looking exasperated.

"Most likely as friends. Eddie I've never seen you be shy in your life so will you go and get the girl and stop being a wimp" he gapes at Chrissy's words then nods.

Yeah, he was Eddie the Brave. He could do this.

💞💞

Eddie walks over to you, he looks nervous which is rare for him. He's also staring at you in a way that makes you feel butterflies. Why wasn't he with Chrissy.

"You came" he sounds so relieved and this surprises you but he was your friend, of course he would want to see you at prom. It didn't mean anything else.

"Wait, why aren't you with Chrissy?" You ask him curiously and notice she's dancing with Jason.

"Yeah, it was a big mistake coming with her, huge. Should have taken my best girl instead of getting sucked into some dumb revenge scheme" wait...what?

"Eddie. This is Chrissy we are talking about, she's queen B and she's so sweet and kind and...' he cuts you off, his eyes softening as he gazes at you.

"She's not you" three words but there is so much meaning behind them. Oh. Well shit. Maybe there was hope after all.

"I was coming to see you. Prom isn't prom without my girl. I should have asked you because...because you're everything to me and I'm so in love with you"

Slow music begins to play, your classmates are chatting loudly, giggling but you can only focus on Eddie. "You do?" he nods and holds out his hand which you take.

"I love you too" you blurt out and he grins all dimples and happiness. Pulls you closer to him and the two of you sway to the music.

Eddie dances with you, has your hand in his and holds it over his heart. He leans down and kisses you. The whole world melts away in that moment and it's just the two of you, passionately kissing and lost in each other.

"Best prom ever" you whisper to him and lay your head on his chest. His fingers caress your hair and sway to the music with the guy you love.

🎀❤️

Take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

Take my breath away - Berlin

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x best friend reader #stranger things eddie munson

[wtfsteveharrington]

take the upper hand | carmen berzatto x reader

push the reset button we're becomin' something new

description: carmen berzatto is stubborn and anxious and doesn't always know how to express himself. your best friend drags you to a party that carmen knows you'll be at and he shows up to make amends and thank god he does because he saves you from dealing with some drunk asshole.

content warnings: angsty!! drinking/party scene, shitty drunk guy w/ a shitty guy mentality!!, reader gets hit on with one night stand suggestion tones, carmen's ready to swing, mentions of anxiety and jealousy. mentions of reader drinking. kissing, mentions of intimacy related scratches, some light smut references.

author notes: my first time posting something that isn't just smut!! also something that no one but me has read!! normally i always get a proof read, not today. but this idea has been rattling around in my ole noggin' for a minute now so here we are. reminder!! you are responsible for your own media consumption!! if this won't be your jam then there's tons of other fics in the sea (: ily thank you!

even if it's handcuffed i'm leavin' here with you

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The last place you wanted to be tonight was some house party in Wicker Park. With Pitbull, of all artists, playing so loud in the basement that the floor upstairs was still vibrating. Everything was sticky and stinky and you did not wanna be here.

But your best friend was hooked on this guy from her gym. 

It didn’t help that Carmy recognized his name from high school and mumbled out some remark about, “Oh yeah, no Dave’s a pretty solid guy.” She was convinced it was a sign that they were meant to be. Not to mention she found his mom’s Facebook and a post from two years ago that included his birth time. The whole train ride over you listened to how compatible the two of them were and how much she loved that he was a Scorpio rising. 

She had begged you to come to this God forsaken party and help put in a good word for her. Something had her convinced that if you mentioned just how well you were getting to know Carmen to this Dave guy that he would hold your opinion of her in higher regards.

And sure, maybe there was a part of you that hoped Carmen would be here even while the two of you were feuding. He knew it was coming up but couldn’t promise he’d be off in time - Something you got quite used to. It normally didn’t bother you that he had so many late nights at the resturant but when it rains, it pours and now you’re stuck sitting next to the sink littered cups filled with what can only be best described as some sort of horrific finance bro jungle juice. A mix of 1942 and fresh pressed juice. 

Your nose wrinkles up at the smell but you’re quickly refocused at the booming sounds of Ethan Callaghan stumbling through the back door. Another man Carmy knew from high school but didn’t like as much. Something about always being too in-your-face. Though you were pretty sure he was close with the guy your best friend was currently hooking up with in some random bedroom down the hall. 

The second his eyes land on you there’s a lopsided smile being thrown your way as he tries to fluff his hair and stand up as straight as possible. He’s stumbling into the kitchen with a full drink in hand, droning on and on about how he was ‘just so jealous’ that your friend went into that bedroom earlier. How nice it must be to not end the night alone. No pleasantries at all, just right into the whole lonely and horny act that was grossing you out. 

No one particularly knew you and Carmy were together yet - He wasn’t the type who wanted to label right away and potentially mess things up and you weren’t the type to out your dating status to random drunken men either. Besides, you weren’t so sure that ‘I have a boyfriend’ would put an end to this pitiful man’s sob story. 

As if, on queue and manifested right out of thin air, Carmen rounds the corner and takes a second to soak in the sight in front of him. You’re sitting there with your eyes trained on the water bottle in your hands. Ethan’s yapping away about how pretty you are and how big his apartment is. An excellent view in Streeterville that you’d love to see with the best brunch place in town two blocks away blah, blah, blah. Your shoulders are hunched over, body leaning away from Ethan as he stands at the window watching his reflecting in the window above the sink. 

“Hey - Been looking for you.”

Carmen.

Your head whips around to the sight of his voice instantly. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight of him standing in front of you after you two had been apart for these last few days. He looked tired. Wearing a sweater he knows you love because he wants to look nice for you. God you wanted to run over and crash yourself against his chest. Screw the petty fight. Instead you’re stuck giving him a very pointed look, hoping he takes the hint to save you. 

He’d be lying if there wasn’t a split second where Carmen feared you were actually going to go home with this loser until he saw the panic and annoyance written across your face. Ethan’s laughing at the sight of him. “Hey, Dude. Think we’re all good here, yeah?” Oh he hates this dick. 

There’s a thick level of tension in the room as Carmen squares up his shoulders and steps further into the room. His eyes are trained on Ethan who clearly wasn’t expecting much of a fight out of Carmy. He stops when he’s standing between your knees, putting himself between the two of you. Something about the way he instantly turned possessive turned up a feeling deep in your stomach no matter how annoyed you still were. 

“Pretty sure someone out back was looking for you, Dude. It doesn’t seem like anyone in here wants you around. Now either you’re too fucking dense to realize it or you don’t care that you’re not wanted, but I’m here to let you know. So I suggest running out back and getting the fuck out of our hair.” 

Ethan’s clearly entertained while looking between the two of you, a playful glint in his eye. You’re silently begging him to walk away and find yourself bringing a hand up to put on the small of Carmen’s back. While you’ve never seen him actually fight, you’ve seen many scraps between him and Richie. Heard stories of him growing up and heard the Bachelor party story. 

You’re fine not having your own fight stories to tell. 

T-Pain is now blasting in the background and the contrast of people laughing and singing downstairs versus the situation you’ve found yourself in is making your head spin. The whole time your best friend is clueless and wrapped up in Mr. Scorpio Rising. She owes you big time. Like you’ve secured friend of the year already and she needs to throw a parade in your honor after going through this.

Ethan’s finally putting his hands up in the air, that shit eating grin still plastered across his features. “My bad, my bad. Didn’t know you were already claimed.” Claimed. Gross. Your fingers press into Carmy’s back, a silent plea to beg him not to escalate this even more. He’s laughing at the sight of the two of you before snagging a half finished bottle of vodka off the counter and backing up towards the back door. 

Carmen steps out from between your legs and follows Ethan to ensure he leaves. Shoulders pushed back, chest puffed out. You’d find the sight entertaining if you still weren’t so on edge. Carmen Berzatto, your protector. 

And sure, he’s probably just making this asshole someone else’s problem for the night but he doesn’t care. The main priority is getting you away from him and getting you safe. 

You catch the sight of his curls out of the corner of your eye when Carmen returns and instantly steel your spine. The shift in the air now that Ethan is gone was thick. He was a distraction from the distance between you two but now you’re preparing yourself for another argument when really you had no energy left to give it. There was a small worry that he’d think you gave Ethan any inclination that you were interested. Even though you two had been tense, there was never anyone else but you but him. Even if you’re too stubborn to drop that information just yet.

Carmen’s quiet. His heavy boots against the floor make your heart beat faster. Everyone had scattered out of the kitchen when he walked Ethan out of there but not before giving you two a nervous glance as they went. Some probably disappointed there wasn’t a fight if we’re being honest.

“Hey.” 

You don’t dignify him with a response. Crossing your arms over your chest and taking a sudden interest in the magnets that littered this guy’s fridge. Toying with the idea of putting the ‘Area 51 is for Lovers!’ magnet in your pocket. You figured you deserved something for going through this hell of a night. 

He stops himself once he’s reached your side, the silence awkward and thick in the air. Carmy’s hand is on your knee now, his touch not as firm as you’re used to. The whiplash of emotions once again not helping either of you know just quite where you stand. 

“M’still mad at you.” 

He winces but he knew it was coming. 

The two of you wallow in silence. Carmy’s just about to finally speak but someone stumbles in on the hunt for vodka, takes one look at the annoyance on your boyfriend’s face, before quickly muttering they’ll find it somewhere else. 

And you still won’t look at him. 

He’s grabbing at your waist now, pulling you from the counter and against his chest. You wanna protest but there’s still a buzz going through your body that makes it hard to think quick enough to push back. Plus God does he feel warm and smell so good.

Carmy’s walking backwards towards the fridge, waiting until his back is flush against it to slide down. Bringing down those magnets you wouldn’t stop staring at, family photos, whatever was in his way came with the two of you. He’s tugging you until you’re straddling his waist while he brings his knees up to support you. Grabbing a hold of your face, finally making you look at him and fuck he looks like shit close up. Dark circles, hair a little messier than he’d normally allow, a bit of fear deep in his eyes. 

“You gotta tell me how to fix this.” It’s all unfamiliar territory for him. There wasn’t exactly a good example set for him growing up to say the least. 

Four days ago Carmen watched as the barista at some coffee shop you wanted to go to flirted with you. That shit already annoyed him, but he tried to bite his tongue. Then your latte came out with a heart in the foam and you kept explaining that’s just how they all come out but he was jealous and possessive and didn’t know how to communicate that so instead the two of you fought in the car for an hour. It was so stupid and he’s been kicking himself in the ass ever since. 

The past four days you refused to talk to him and had done a good job at dodging the situation. Normally you two fight, you fuck, and then you pretend everything’s okay. The cycle was getting old and wearing you down.

Until now. 

You give a heavy sigh, reaching out to toy with the bottom hem of his shirt. Carmy really did look like it had been going through it so you’re throwing him a small bone. “Maybe not making me sit on a sticky floor would be a good start.” He’s muttering out this small laugh, thankful to hear anything coming out of your mouth let alone a joke, the sound vibrating against your fingertips and you hate how much it fills your heart. 

He waits for the rest. The other shoe to fall. Every ounce of laughter is gone when you finally collect yourself enough for - “Do you think we’re good together, Carmen?” You can feel him stiffen under you, his hands gripping at your waist because he needs something to give him some stability. 

A beat goes by. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Another beat, this time it’s Carmy who refuses to look at you. Eyes downcast and trained on your lap. “But I’m not sure I’m good for you.” You weren’t expecting that. 

Once again silence falls between the two of you, still toying with the hem of his shirt before you lean in to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Taking a deep breath that’s filled with his cologne, faint smoke, and just Carmen that you’ve grown to crave. “You just gotta learn to trust me, Carmen. Outta everyone in this world, I’m the main one who never wants to hurt you. Especially for some barista with a fuckin’ comb over.” 

You hoped he would laugh again, but the sound never comes. Instead you feel his arms go tight around your body, his knees coming up a bit more which makes you fully lean into his chest. He’s clinging to you, wishing so badly he knew what to say (or could let himself) say what he knows he needs to. Instead he’s just pressing a kiss ​​to your head, sighing into your hair. 

“I wanna be better for you. Just don’t know how.” 

The two of you cling to each other and fight to get as close as possible. The distance apart these past four days has left the both of you physically aching for one another. It’s been hours, days of a tense heart and checking phones for texts neither of you knew how to send. You press a kiss against his neck, leaning back just enough to grab his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheeks. 

“It’s scary for me too, y’know? This, us. You’re not alone in being scared but lashing out at me isn’t gonna solve anything. I’m not going anywhere, Carmy.” You take the first step in mending the relationship by leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. There’s a hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as if he’s still scared you’re going to change your mind and run off before he can realize it’s happening. 

He’s letting you take the lead and only deepening the kiss once he feels your hands slide under his shirt. Fingers trailing along the toned skin while Carmey licks your bottom lip. Your hands glide around his back where you’re able to trace over healing scratches left on the skin from your last night together. 

Your lips part and you take the lead once again, letting your tongue slide along his and giving a low moan into his mouth as you taste him. There’s the lingering taste of cigarettes mixed with black coffee and Carmen. Once again indescribable and simply him. His grip on you tightens up in response and you know if you’re not careful then you’ll end up disheveled and tangled up in the backseat of his car or bent over one of the sinks in a disgusting bathroom. Both options you refuse to pick over getting home and letting him properly make this up to you. 

Dragging your nails along the healing marks, Carmen starts to lose track of his kissing. His grip on your neck tightening a bit more, hips rocking up towards you against his better judgement. The motion’s getting needy and sloppy and you have to pull away much to both of your disappointment. 

Shaking your head and bringing your hands up to rest flush against his warm chest. “You’re not gonna fuck me on this nasty floor. I deserve better than this.” Which, of course you do. He just gets carried up when he’s wrapped up in you. He’s nodding in agreement but can’t stop himself from licking his own lips to chase the sensation of you.

He’s looking over your features, his heart picking up pace even more than he thought was possible anymore. “Think you’re meant to be my forever, y’know? Sometimes I look at you and it scares the shit out of me because I look ahead and-... It’s you. Kids sitting at a table in the restaurants doing homework. A honeymoon overseas where I get to drag you around different pasty shops and restaurants and we’ll find random art in flea markets to hang when we get home. Take photos that end up framed. It’s you. Always.” 

Now how are you supposed to be mad when he’s this open and honest. Unpacking a future you had thought only you considered so far. You hope this behavior sticks. It’s not easy for either of you, but it’s worth fighting through the learning curve. “Kids, huh? Multiple? They’ll be your harshest critics, Carmy. I dunno if you can handle their reviews quite yet.” He’s chuckling, shaking his head with a lazy smile. “No, not yet. But one day.” The promise of more between you finally putting an end to this discussion for now. You make a mental note to remember this moment when the two of you bicker in the future - No matter what there’s always more on the road ahead of you. 

Which makes you smile too. Wrapping your arms around his neck. “One day.” You reward him with one more kiss, knowing that’s all the two of you can risk before you end up sprawled out on this floor. 

Carmy’s desperate to keep the lightened mood. He’s giving it a moment for both of you to calm back down from kissing before playfully scrunching up his face. “God you taste like shitty tequila.” It works. You’re laughing and swatting your hand against his chest, feeling a bit lighter than you did when you walked into this place. “Carmen Berzatto be nice to me!” 

He’s beaming at you now. Bright, happy. 

It’s a stark difference from the funk you’d both been stuck in since this fight started. The sight makes your heart swell and you bring a hand up to push some curls back off of his forehead. Leaning in to press a kiss against the tip of his nose. 

“Lemme take you home, yeah? Get you some food on the way? Gotta make sure someone so pretty doesn’t wake up with a hangover.” He loves taking care of you in anyway you'll let him.

You nod and carefully start to shuffle off of his lap. Getting yourself to your feet before reaching down to help tug Carmen up to his feet. You catch as he adjusts himself in his pants, a flush blooming along his cheeks and down his neck. Stepping back in until you’re chest to chest with him, you press a line of kisses along his jaw. Rough stubble going away once you find his lips yet again. You hum against his mouth, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “You gotta shave in the morning, Carmy.” He’s nodding instantly, reaching his hand down into his pocket to fish out the car keys. 

There’s a notification lighting up your phone - Perfect timing. A simple “Gonna spend the night ;)” text from your best friend. You can’t help but to grin and roll your eyes, turning the phone around so Carmen can see the notification too. He’s laughing while sliding a hand into your back pocket and starting to lead the two of you out of the kitchen. 

“Yeah, remind me to tell Dave that his friend fuckin’ sucks.” 

#why am i nervous to post this #♡: c.b. #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto

[tsukimefuku]

fixing broken things ❖ nanami kento

summary: after you realize that everything you were taking care of just wound up crooked anyway, you're pissed and needs a helping hand in order to not let the anger get the better of you.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, sorcerer and kind of gardener f!reader, gardening, light nanami x reader, implied past higuruma x reader, nanami is very kind in his own way, hurt and comfort, some angst, some fluff.

wc: 1K

notes etc.: if you feel like reading a prequel to this, here's crooked gardening. i just randomly had the idea for this one and decided to jot it down. it's barely proofread. wrote it to the sound of we're all eating each other/the thing of life (juliet ivy)

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You were pissed. There was no sugar-coating it.

Many of the sprouts on the flower bed you planted a while ago had their skewers pulled out or broken — apparently by accident, or from people stepping on them without meaning to — and that would take a huge time to fix.

You remembered the talk you had with Higuruma — you were back to calling him by his last name, at least for these past few days right after his departure — where you told him you were good at fixing crooked things.

What a joke.

If you really were, would he have left?

Mindlessly, you conjured one of your grenades, and considered for a moment exploding the entire flowerbed out of pure spite and anger. The unexplainable urge of destroying something, and repay the unending pain the world seemed hellbent in dropping over your shoulders.

Just another pointless heartache to carry around, as if you didn't have enough of those already.

You got your hand closer to the flowerbed, but before dropping the tiny grenade, you realized there was an invisible veil you simply couldn't rupture.

There was no crossing it, your body was preventing you from going beyond that imaginary line and blowing up a bunch of flowers you planted and nurtured yourself with such care, even if it were to plant new ones in their place.

There was no escaping the roots that had already taken hold.

"Good afternoon," you heard an already familiar voice say behind you. "Why are you holding one of your grenades?"

Sighing, you dissipated it, patting your hands on your pants to clean them from the dirt.

"I… I don't know, Nanami," you replied bitterly as you stood up.

He knew Higuruma left a few days ago, having talked to the sorcerer himself, and noticed you were obviously still processing his departure. Respectful as he was, Nanami avoided contacting you to offer assistance — he knew that, in case you did want it, you'd talk to him first. You were the type of person who usually needed some space and alone time to process things.

But at that moment, Nanami became slightly concerned, seeing you using your cursed technique at the HQ premises, given it had quite the destructive potential.

You turned on your heels and stomped your feet towards the nearest bench, sitting on it with a sour face. Your arms were crossed, and your anger kept building up with no relief. If only you could find it in yourself to blow up, at least this fucking once.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize that Nanami sat by your side.

He looked at his wristwatch and sighed before speaking.

"I have exactly 17 minutes before leaving for my next mission."

And then, there he stood, impassively waiting for you to speak up about what was going on.

"I wanted to blow up that flower bed."

He looked at you, and inquired, with no judgement in his voice, "why?"

"Because… Because some flowers are crooked, and I planted them, and I'm fucking supposed to be good at fixing crooked things, but fuck me, I guess I'm just… I don't know, Nanami. I don't fucking know," you blurted out, equal parts bitter and defeated. "I wanted to just destroy them and plant something else in their place."

"I see."

"Well, apparently, I'm not even good at doing that, because I couldn't do it. I just… couldn't."

"Why do you think that is?" He asked you, pushing his glasses into position.

"I have no idea," you spat, "do you have any? I could do with some enlightenment, or lecture, or whatever the hell you could throw at me right now. I'm tired of people leav…" you thought for a moment. "No, I guess that's it. I'm tired of people."

He huffed.

"People can be tiring."

"Yeah…" you were feeling a little less out of sorts, and the sadness began taking hold of the anger's place. "So, why couldn't I destroy anything?"

"You couldn't do it because you're not someone who breaks things."

You were a little puzzled, and said, "Nanami, my technique is literally casting grenades to blow things up. I'm pretty good at that — breaking and destroying things, I mean."

Nanami sighed and removed his glasses, turning his face to look at you.

"Not only that. You're also capable of applying reverse cursed technique on other people, so you carry both within you. The potential for breaking and for fixing."

You huffed, and looked at your feet as you asked, imitating his usual voice cadence, "is that so?"

"It is. But not only that. Your rage rarely pulls you down. It pushes you forward."

"What do you mean?"

You looked back at him at that moment.

"When your parents left, or when you lost people close to you, and when you were at that village. These were the many instances where you could have simply given up, but you chose to preserve your family legacy, to become a healer and to save a child. For a sorcerer that deals with negativity and death on a daily basis, you choose to bring out the best from the worst instead."

You were silent, taking in what Nanami was saying, and he proceeded.

"As it stands to reason, you wouldn’t use your pain or anger to destroy anything. You’d use it as fuel."

"For what?"

"Keep fixing broken things."

You huffed, an almost chuckle.

"Thanks for the compliments, I guess."

"Those weren't compliments, I simply stated facts," he answered, putting his glasses back on.

You acquiesced. 

"Yeah, forgot you did that."

You got up on your feet and stood there for a moment, before turning towards him and saying, "thank you, Nanami."

He bowed his head, and got up himself.

"See you around?"

"See you around," he replied, sparing you a discreet smile before walking away.

You stepped towards the flower bed and looked at it, fully aware that just bursting everything away and starting from scratch would be easier. However, you sat on the ground and started pulling the broken skewers off, determined to put new ones in place, realizing this would take a lot of effort and time.

Grunting, you began mumbling to yourself, displeased and somewhat happily defeated for the first time in days.

Fucking Nanami, always fucking right about fucking things.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami #nanami x reader #kento nanami #nanami kento fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu fluff #nanami x you #nanami kento x you #kento x reader #jujutsu partners au #fuku writes

[astreia-oniria]

MCL NEW GEN THEORY(S)

But Astreia, surely it's too soon to start making theories! NO IT'S NOT, IT'S NEVER TOO SOON FOR ME.

I've been dying to share this theory(s) since the game came out last week, but my Tumblr wasn't working properly. Now that it's apparently fixed I can't wait to share and see what you all think. Will you agree? Will you think I've gone mental? We'll find out 😂

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers of the first two episodes of MCL New Gen. Do not keep reading if you haven't played Episode 2 (or well you can continue reading under your responsability if you don't care about spoilers).

Let me precede this by saying that this isn't a full-fledged theory. Since we're only two episodes into the game, I don't have enough evidence to back this up completely, so I'm calling it an inkling rather than a proper theory.

My inkling/theory is about Jason, Roy, Devon and how their enmity goes beyond just a professional rivalry. It's kind of divided into two parts or two inklings/theories:

THE FACTS (PART 1: ROY'S ROLE IN DEVENEMENTIEL)

Let's start with what we learn from Roy.

He says he and Devon grew up together, went to college together and decided to embark on a bussiness together (though it wasn't his true calling).

But why would he get involved into something that wasn't his true calling? Was it only because of Devon's influence? Roy says Devon's mother babysitted and he spent quite some time with him back then, so maybe Roy's parents are wealthy and he's the investor or equity partner behind Devenementiel.

When Amanda is telling Ysaline "it's the boss who decides", Roy appears and says "are you talking about me?".

This is curious because he clearly heard what she was saying, but made that jab anyway. Was it possible that he wasn't joking? That he was joking by telling the truth?

After that, he says he's Devon's second in charge.

Yes, maybe Devon put him in that position because Roy is his friend, but that isn't professional if Roy only knows about sport events.

Amanda continues by saying he's wrong and that he's like the rest of the team, but Roy answers by saying "well, not exactly like the rest... well, whatever".

It looks like he was going to say more, like he's refering to not being actually at the same level as the rest of the team.

This isn't a huge detail but he calls Devon "the big boss" and you normaly use that term when there are more bosses around.

He kind of deflects Ysaline's question about wheter he's only in charge of sport events.

He is in the New Palace meeting, something that doesn't involve sports. Apart from Ysaline, the meeting seems to involve bosses/owners (Jason, Devon, the New Palace's owner...) and not team members.

CONCLUSION 1:

I really think Roy is co-founder and co-owner of Devenementiel and that he might be the one who financed the company. I think he's also our boss but he is playing coy about it. Knowing what we do about him, I don't think he likes the normal boss-like relationships with his employees and prefers to be "in the field" with them, being part of their team, and leaving other matters to Devon. That would make sense for a guy with his attitude.

THE FACTS (PART 2: THE HOSTILITY BETWEEN DEVON, ROY & JASON)

Now let's see what we learn from the whole Devenementiel vs. Goldreamz situation:

Roy is extremely upset and angry at anything Jason or Goldreamz.

This might be normal between rivals, but I can't help but think Roy's reactions are too extreme and there seems to be some kind of resentment.

Roy calls Jason "cheater and thief" and specifies that it's not only in relation to Danica.

This is what got me thinking hard about everything, because Roy went too far and if it's not about Danica, then about what could it be? Of course, it could be about Goldreamz getting their deals, but again it reads like too much for a professional rivalry.

Jason refers to Roy as Devon's guardian dog.

Not super important, but I get the feeling that Jason, Devon and Roy knows each other too well, and that Jason says this like it irks him. Could it be some bitterness?

Devon says to the New Palace's owner that "we've crossed paths already" refering to Jason.

This could just be something normal to say, but he doesn't add anything about their paths crossing because of bussiness. So maybe he's referencing knowing each other for a long time because of other motives.

Jason showing up and trying way too hard to get in Devenementiel's way.

It could be for the sake of the story, but isn't it too much? Could there be other reasons behind his behaviour?

CONCLUSION 2:

This is the "inkling" part of the theory, I guess. I have a hunch that Devon, Roy and Jason not only have known each other for a long time, but that they were actually friends. I think that maybe Jason was one of the other kids Devon's mother babysitted or that maybe they met in college, that they started their journeys and careers together. I think Jason and Devon (who are clearly more into events production & management than Roy) had this dream of starting a company and that Roy got on board with their friends so they could all work and be together. And I think something went horribly worng in the process.

I think that whatever happened between them might have been a misunderstanding relating to projects and/or money (hence the cheater and thief comment), something that framed Jason and turned Devon and Roy against him and in turn made Jason bitter about their friends not believing him.

Having this into account, there are a few possibilities that I can think off:

They founded Goldreamz, Devon and Roy left and Jason got the company (another posssible reson for Roy callin him thief), so Devon and Roy founded Devenementiel.

They founded Devenementiel and Jason was forced to leave, so he founded Goldreamz for revenge (and paying the bills obviously).

Everything happened at the early stages of creating a company, so maybe an external investor or something gave the project to one of them (possibly Jason) because they weren't sure about the others, and this was seen as a betrayal.

If anything about my theory proves to be right, then Ysaline will be able to get to the core of this a resolve the misunderstanding, getting Devon, Roy and Jason to make up (not before having us siding with someone and making drama 😂). This could lead to the future fusion of both Devenementiel and Goldreamz and a happy ending for all the characters.

And that's it, that's all. If I see more evidence in future episodes I will update this. So what do you say, have I read too much into everything? Do you agree with my theory or have anything to add to it? Let me know what you guys think.

I think that you should go out more and stop overanalyzing games, Astreia.

#mcl #mcl new gen #new gen #my candy love #my candy love new gen #mcl new gen jason #mcl new gen roy #mcl new gen devon #amour sucre #mcl theory #mcl new gen theory

[fruitybashir]

Can't remember if you've talked about this a lot before so, hi, anything about Kris and Jan's relationship? Very curious, I love them!!

oh YES actually ive been dying to talk about them more lol since i couldnt fit any more backstory for them into holidate so let me just *cracks knuckles* tell you their whole deal actually

SO. basically the idea for how they met, got together, became best friends etc was this:

- they met as teens, probably were in the same class

- they discovered they had a lot of similar interests, same humour, very quickly got along really well and became really close friends

- they also both at that point had started to figure out their sexuality, but weren't open about it at all bc like. homophobia in school is no joke.

- at first that also meant they werent out to each other bc oh god what if i tell him and he thinks im disgusting and then he doesnt want to be my friend anymore and also outs me to the whole school and everyone will know

- im not sure exactly what happened but one of them wouldve accidentally found out about the other, the other wouldve panicked, but then like oh shit damn okay we're both queer?? nice!!

- if youve been a queer teen in an almost exclusively cishet environment and suddenly there was another queer teen, you probably know the experience of getting a crush on them partly literally just bc theyre also queer. so that happened.

- basically they were each others first queer relationship and did their first experimenting with each other etc

- they did however realised that hey actually? maybe romance isnt for them. maybe they just have a really deep friendship and they do love each other, just not like that - and that realisation is definitely 100% mutual from the start btw, no heartbreak for either of them, just relief

- so basically they just break off the romantic relationship and stay best friends etc etc

since then, jan has also been in kris' family and stuff like miha and chantal both love jan and treat him like a son. kris definitely first introduced him as a friend, and then came out to his parents with jan as his boyfriend and they werent thrilled but also not hateful. but they were relieved (at first) when they just went back to friends

idk if jan and kris still occasionally experimented or slept together or idk? i guess theyd definitely feel comfortable and secure enough with each other but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

overall (to me) theyre definitely a little more than just best friends but on a very platonic basis. they have a lot of love for each other, theyd kill and die and pretty much do anything for each other, its a very very deep and powerful friendship

oh also, its been mentioned in the fic that they regularly sleep over and also they sleep in the same bed and cuddle and all that, like thats all part of the previous statement. platonic intimacy and all that.

ummmmmm this was kinda just a very long ramble and idk how much of that last bit made sense buy heres some jankris extra lore for you <3

#basically best friends who are platonically in love #if they didnt both still seek out romantic relationships with others they would get married for tax benefits and grow old together #inbox #anonymous #lore

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I never considered myself a switch until Lucifer. I was always pretty sure I was a bottom (admittedly one who wanted to be treated well, but hey).

Now I have this fantasy of Luci and I going to Ozzie's with matching collars, holding each other's leash, simultaneously dominant and submissive and letting the world know it. After our dinner and a show we really didn't pay attention to, we head to a private playroom. I take the lead first, knowing he enjoys getting all worked up by me. I tease and play with him, all soft touches and sweet words, letting him look but not touch, riling up my good boy until he simply can't take it anymore. He goes feral and suddenly the roles have switched seamlessly. It's his turn to get his fill of me, touching and licking and biting all the parts I teasingly showed off but wouldn't let him get near before. It goes back and forth like that, one playing dom until the sub can't resist anymore and takes control, until we're both utterly spent and satisfied. He usually gets to be dom last (angelic power also means angelic stamina), and I'm thoroughly used and love-drunk by the time he's done.

The aftercare is as much of an event at the session. First a cuddle while we cool down and catch our breath, cooing over each other and making sure we both know just how loved and cherished we are. Then a bath together, where we wash the other and take care of any marks we left, even if it's just to lovingly touch and kiss them. After that it's right back to cuddling, but now with snacks and drinks to replenish, and perhaps half-watching a dumb movie that we can laugh at together, just to finish winding down after everything...

...Sorry for the partial novel, but when my demi brain gets going, I can't stop until everything is out. Especially the aftercare thing. I'm pretty sure I like aftercare more than the main event.

I'M TAKING NOTES, THAT'S SO GOOD

#ask #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut #SUPER CUTE!!

[miss-may-i]

Miss May I: Season 5 Part 5

Isabella: I can't believe I'm at my first bachelorette party.

Isabella: I just thought it would be a little more exciting than playing at the park with a 2 year old.

Julian: What were you expecting? Drugs and hookers?

Isabella: Well, no. But maybe at least some music and dancing.

Julian: I just don't think it's that big of a deal. Noah and I have already been living like a married couple for a while now.

Isabella: What do you think he's doing at his party?

Julian: He just said he was hanging out with some guys from work.

Harley: Hey man, I know we tend to stay out of each other's personal business, but that was a nice ring you bought for your lady and I sign your checks so I know how much you make. Pay for it with your gig on the side?

Noah: You're right, we do stay out of each other's personal business.

Harley: Come on, don't be like that. It's your bachelor party, your last night to go crazy. If you can't go wild tonight then when can you?

Noah: You're not supposed to get high on your own supply.

Harley: See? I knew it. Just one little bump. What do ya say?

Noah: One bump and I mean it. I'm not letting this shit ruin my life.

Harley: I hear ya man.

Noah: Did I wake you up?

Julian: Maybe just a litte.

Noah: Where's Jasper?

Julian: He's in bed. It's way past midnight.

Noah: Why are you still up then?

Julian: To make sure you got home safe.

Noah: You mean you just couldn't wait to see me again.

Noah: You know, they say the fastest way to make a baby is to give the mom the best sex of her life.

Julian: Jasper is proof enough that's not true at all.

Noah: Ouch.

Noah: Well, with this one we said we're doing everything right this time, including how we make it.

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#sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #ts3 simblr #sims story #ts3 story #story simblr #miss may i #miss may i season 5 #miss may i season 5 part 5 #julian lowry #jasper lowry #isabella malone #noah pool #harvey rosa #tw drug use #tw drugs

[deeptrashwitch]

*leaves the snippet over the table* I don't know why this arrived, but I had fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

Well, now looking at the landscape and seeing only forest around them, is sure to say that they are lost. Luke tried to figure out a path to follow while Alicia tried to find something that could tell them where they were. And when they shared looks, none of them could hold back their laughter, laughing loudly.

"We aren't even in the fucking country we're supposed to" Alicia murmured, calming herself "where did we end in?"

"Beats me" Luke said, standing up with a smile "but hey, at least it isn't winter in the north"

"...Okay, fair enough, but this is the last time I follow you"

"Follow me?! I was following you!"

"What?! But you saw I was checking something!"

"I thought it was the route!"

"Why the route would look like a goddamned disk?!"

"I don't know! Have you seen the things people sell now?!"

"Whatever, so now we are lost and without a clue of where we are"

"Yeah, it's pretty much it" he murmured "at least we have some things with us, but definitely we aren't fully equipped"

"Alright, we have two options from here. We wait for Wraith and the rest to find us..." she stated with a smile "or we walk without knowing where the fuck are we going until we find where we need to be"

"We'll end up in jail if someone finds my gun and your knife"

"That's true, and maybe we'll fight God knows what"

"...Let's go, if you stay behind, I'll sell you"

"Bitch please, they'll give me more for you than what they'll give you for me"

Like that they started to walk with a mischevious smile, just following a compass to try and find a place to get to the country they need to be into. The hours passed and they walked many kilometers between some chit chat and bad jokes, and at first they arrived to a cliff. Then they continued going west, seriously wondering where were they, praying not to find anything dangerous.

Surprisingly, they ended in Morocco, and it went like this...with Alicia running across part of the desert, and Luke unconscious over her shoulders as a potato sack. At some point they almost stole a motorcycle until they climbed to a roof, where they started argue about what to do now. That until the red-haired remembered someone he knew over there, just hoping he wouldn't shoot him when they encountered.

And now, six days later, they just stared at the far look of the Forbidden City. Luke couldn't do anything but giggle while Alicia sighed with her hands over her face, wondering why they were like that. Soon they decided to go and eat something, just looking the city in silence while they waited for the food.

To no one surprise, a well known figure arrived to the place, making Alicia sigh and Luke give her a pat on the back. Xiao Chen forcefully smiled while she sat down by their side, ordering some food as well before looking at the two American soldiers.

"I wonder what are you doing here, and with your Lieutenant no less" she hissed, irritated

"I have no idea" Alicia said, drinking her tea

"...What?"

"I'm not sure how we ended here, we were in Monaco"

"In Monaco? What were you doing in Monaco?"

"She? Gambling" Luke admitted, holding back a laugh "me? Helping her"

"...Now I'm curious" Xiao Chen commented as the food arrived "talk and I'll consider not doing anything against you"

For a second they thought how to explain, but ended up just showing the weirdest part of all of it. Luke left over the table a diamond necklace and Alicia left a gold ring with an emerald and some diamonds as well, making Xiao Chen choke with her food as she tried not to laugh. The trafficant took both things to examinate it, raising an eyebrow with a little smile, then looking again at the soldiers.

"I don't judge, I would've took the opportunity too" she said with a chuckle "but I never expected you would attrack people like this"

"Huh?"

"Happens that I know the kind of people that give this like trinkets. They're multimillionares with nothing better to do with their lives, and they give this when they want to have sex with someone"

"WHAT!?" they shouted at unison, looking at her

"I'm just explaining, don't shoot the messenger" she remarked with a smile "and I'm guessing you arrived here on a yatch. Thank yourselves for being quick to get out of there, I've heard quite the bad rumors about these people"

"...If you don't tell her/him, I won't tell him/her" they said to each other

"Oh, this became better"

"We need to go back, I'm sure Jackson will kill us" Luke murmured with a sigh while Alicia stared to the void

"I know, but what do we do with...this?" she questioned pointing at the things over the table

"Well dear, I can help you with that" Xiao Chen intervened with a giggle "I'll give you the money for every single gem and for the gold grams. No complains, no scams"

Alicia raised an eyebrow, then changing to talk in mandarin to negociate with Xiao Chen, not buying the 'no scams' part. Meanwhile Luke just ate, only expecting that it wasn't a problem for them, they had enough already. When he was finishing his food, they shook hands with some satisfaction before the trafficant took the jewels with her and lwalked away leaving her part for the food.

"So, she won't steal it?"

"No"

"If you say so, and what now?"

"Call Graves to take us out of here"

"Graves?"

"He owes us for Las Almas"

"That's fair...wanna go to the Opera before that?"

"I like how you think"

When already was dark outside, they hopped into a helicopter that the mercenary sent, now with their bags filled with things they bought. Alicia gave Luke his account numbers and she took hers, then stayed in silence for a second. They looked at each other and started laughing, so much that their stomach started to hurt.

"So, we went lost in Spain, ended up in Morocco, made our way to Monaco and then to China" Alicia muttered with a tired smile "it only happens to us"

"And we won a ton of money not only in Monaco but here too, if we leave outside the...jewels incident" he added with a side smile "what will you do with that money?"

"I don't know"

Almost a day later they arrived to Black Tomb again, now welcomed by a furious Jackson who basically ran towards them muttering something. The medic started to smack them with a rolled newspaper while scolding them, at the same time everyone else just was watching without doing anything. Once again they shared a look and they started to giggle.

"Don't laugh, you idiots!" Jackson roared, smacking them again "you're fucking lucky that nothing happened to you or that we weren't on duty! You were supposed to arrive in Italy! Where were you?! I was this near to have a heart attack!"

"Sorry, sorry" Alicia said, trying to hold back her laugh "at least we didn't ended up stuck on a desert"

"Captain please!" Luke shouted before wheezing "it wasn't that bad!"

"Oh shut up, that was your fault"

"What?! What about-!"

"No, no, we said we wouldn't mention it"

"...What the fuck did you do?" Jackson asked, sighing heavily

#ocs #oc #call of duty #cod oc #team charlie #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #snippet

[hiddenwashington]

there has been a calm over the streets of washington since halloween. an easy winter, with a simple valentine’s day, a whole season without any sorts of issues may have lulled the city residents into a sense of peace. unfortunately peace never lasts forever in a city like this, and the calm unawareness that keeps people calm now will only leave them vulnerable in the end. it comes to them at night, knowledge that citizens wake up with out of the blue. a face and a name of someone else living in the city, and people just know by some form of magic in the city that it's a target, someone they have to take out. the city doesn't fill them with the malicious unnatural rage of other chaotic moments, but it gives them more knowledge, unavoidable consequences if they don't comply. it's kill or get killed, and if people don't get rid of their targets by the deadline the city will kill them instead. do you become a killer, stalking your prey in the middle of the night, or do you try and stay peaceful, even knowing what will happen to you as a result? and what of your own safety? after all, you woke up with someone else's face in your mind. who's to say someone else didn't wake up thinking of you?

TLDR; washington has been quiet from bloodshed for several months. it isn’t rare for the city to inspire something murderous within it’s citizens but this time it’s different. a city wide game of assassin, but with stakes far greater than the sort of game you’d play in school. everyone involved knows their target, knows that if they don’t succeed they’ll face the consequences, and knows that someone else is almost certainly trying to get the kill on them. will they be able to take out their target before it’s too late? or will they be unable to bring themselves to murder, even knowing the potential consequences?

OOC INFORMATION:

hello friends! we know it's been a little while since washington has had any proper chaos, so we're here to provide! we're so excited to bring you another slice of chaos to have some fun with! with the opportunity for both murder as well as some ooc speculation and paranoia. this is a fun chance to make characters unaware, stress everyone out, and even lightly betray your friends! please read on for all of the rules and information surrounding the event and please as always have fun friends! we hope you have a fun time and don't hesitate to let us know if you have any questions ♥

DATES:

may 1 - may 15

this event will last the same amount of time ic and ooc

THE GAME:

loosely based off of the assassin game often played in high school all characters are given a target to kill. with the magic of washington characters involved just woke up on the start of the event knowing who their target was.

they also know that if they don’t kill their target by the end of the event they themselves will die. characters don’t know how this will happen but they’re certain it’s true. the admins will keep track of targets and who succeeds in their task, and make sure that the promised punishment happens at the end of the event.

there is no magic making characters suddenly murderous, just the knowledge that it’s kill or be killed, and if they wish to save themselves they will have to kill someone else

THE TARGETS: 

due to the nature of the event we will be individually dming people with their character’s involved and the targets of those characters. KEEP THIS SECRET

part of the fun of this event is not knowing who is targeting your character. anyone you submitted for the event has the chance of being a victim and you don’t know what thread that might happen in

we will send out targets a few days after this is posted. if you no longer wish for your character to be involved in the event now that you know the details please reach out to us promptly so we can remove them from the list

THE MURDERS:

though usually these are more preplotted, these murders will operate a little bit closer to how they did in the murder mystery event. if your character is a potential murder subject they can be killed off in any thread without warning

with that being said it’s not really any fun if people are just murdered immediately, so please try and wait until there are a few notes on the thread before jumping in to kill your target

also, do your best to keep up replies to all of your threads. obviously it can be easier to reply to preplotted threads, but in this instance if you'd like the fun of potentially getting your character murdered you will have to make sure to keep up with random threads as well

in addition, since murders cannot be preplotted please do not do anything too extreme in killing someone else’s character. we will be providing a list of hard no's for all written murders based on the triggers submitted in the poll so make sure you don't cross those lines!

any character submitted as a target can be killed by normal means. if they are usually overpowered and only able to die in specific ways the magic will nullify that for the length of the event

things will also be different than normal in that we will insist a certain amount of threads be kept chronological. if you get a surprise reply that your character is murdered in you can no longer finish a thread of your character killing their target. any other previous threads started can still be finished, but it’s kill or be killed and your character cannot do both

when someone is killed the person they are targeted is freed from the curse and no longer has to complete their murder to survive. for example, if adam has to kill charlie and charlie has to kill lute, if adam is killed before charlie completes her murder she no longer has to kill lute. of course, if you’re well into your murder thread by the time this happens you’re welcome to finish it up, however this does give some people the opportunity of an out, should they have a lot of characters in the mix, or some who may have a hard time with murder. we will do our best to keep people properly updated with this so you are aware if you can safely drop your murder thread.

there will be a channel in the discord to send character deaths as soon as they're done, please make sure to keep it updated!

the usual rules regarding a character’s memory status still applies here. if your character is killed their memory status will change though we will update the pages once the entire event is over.

THE STATE OF WASHINGTON:

characters who were not submitted can of course still get themselves involved. like most murder events the city is in a state of disarray, as people are dropping quickly, and there is violence in the streets. feel free to say your character is out trying to hide and take care of themselves or is out helping other people.

you are welcome to get creative with it. if your character isn’t the sort to murder but they have a close connection who is they can always outsource in order to kill their target, the system can be cheated. it doesn't care who does the murder as long as the target winds up dead, just make sure this plotting is being done very quietly! 

HOUSEKEEPING:

please make sure to tag all event threads hwevent17!

you will receive your targets over dm on discord from either admin maig or admin sunny, most likely a mix of the two of them. in order to make sure admins can have some fun with this event as well we are splitting up the groups of targets and victims in order to keep our own characters secret. in order to keep these secrecy as tight as possible we will not be sending out targets via the main!

though we highly encourage everyone to prioritize their event threads we will not be pausing regular threads during the event. we know that these sort of chaotic events are not everyone's sort of thing, so if you're more comfortable regular threads can be continued during this time.

make sure to tag all triggers! obviously this is one of the more violent events and we want you all to be able to have fun with it but make sure to keep the dash a safe space for everyone! you can find a list of our triggers here!

feel free to begin plotting now! we recommend waiting on full starter calls until targets are sent out so you can make sure to get whatever threads you need while staying sneaky, but you're welcome to begin plotting whenever you like!

that should be everything! if you have an questions, or would like to remove any muses from the pool before we get to randomizing targets please let us know! beyond that just make sure to give this a like when you've read it in its entirety, and have fun!

#hwevent17 #hw: event #hw: admin

[ebonysplendor]

psst 👀 you should check out “Where He is King” by mellowbile on itch.io

Hmm...heard 👀

TL;DR: He's a joker, a jester, an absolute clown...but the pain that he puts us through is no joke

That was horrible, I know. I couldn't think of anything else. Plz let me live ._.

Game Link: https://mellowbile.itch.io/where-he-is-king

Notable Features: Nameless MC, Female MC, Demon/God LI(?), Yandere LI(?), Choice-heavy story Spiciness: 0/5 -- Unless you're into the whole dismembered from the inside out thing, then 5/5. No kink shaming here LI(?) Red Flags: 5/5 -- Physically abusive, Torture, Sadist. That's about it, but it's pretty gruesome/vivid stuff

Wanna know more? Not if you're not at least 18! Y'all were good until it got updated a few days or so ago due to the gore. Anyways, if you're part of the 18+ club, let's get into it!

!! C O N T E N T !! !! W A R N I N G !!

He looks more like a jester to me, but it may trigger that whole fear of clowns thing...just a heads up

So, this one was a request, which I'm always excited about, so of course I had to give it the old college try. To be honest, I saw and played this the same day that I had gotten the request (hence why I wrote the whole "y'all were good until a few days ago" thing, because it was a few days ago at the time), but I really wanted to get that Trembling Essence review out first, and then, I started adulting and lost track of time, and then a month went by, and yeah. Not to mention that I was looking FOREVER for a particular ending; I'll get into that more once the review portion comes along. Anyways.

Now, admittedly, this one wasn't too much of my style but...actually, just take a look at this:

I actually appreciate the disclaimer because, admittedly, the first thought I had was "This feels gorey for the sake of being gorey", but after remembering what they had said about it being more emotionally charged writing, I realized that it actually was pretty emotionally charged. Like, the writing itself was actually pretty solid and the art? Ugh, I loved the visuals. Those of you who have been rocking with me for some of my reviews know that I get completely undone over sprites, CGs, and all that visual stuff.

Admittedly, I don't really have too much to say in the intro. All that I want to say seems more appropriate for the review portion, so I'm going to go ahead and jump into talking about the game itself. As per typical, I'm going to tell you as much about the game without ruining the game itself.

So boom.

We're on the run. Well, let me rephrase that: we were on the run, but our ankle is kind've AFK, at the moment, and running isn't really an option right now. Just as a little backstory, the reason why we're trying to get away from him is because everything is literally going to shit, or Hell, more accurately. Villagers are disappearing, children are either becoming runaways or being abducted, and there's this hypnotic music that's (assumed to be) always playing in the background from a taunting distance, being just barely heard. Not long after, a devil -- that was intentional, by the way, because he's not the devil, but a devil. He ain't that special, but he's still dangerous -- catches up to us.

Friedrich "JunJingl" Marchosias. Yeah, I jumbled the pronunciation of that last name, too, but just know that that's his name lmao.

Naturally, he starts to taunt us, calling us a "broken toy" because our ankle is sprained, and we aren't much for running right now, which makes his pursuit less amusing for him. This wouldn't be such an issue if, one, Sir Jester Douche wasn't a literal psycho and a pretty serious threat, and two, we weren't literally the last human alive. That's right folks: we're what remains of humanity. Okay, well, maybe not that dramatic, but it seems that way because the people that would've been in the surrounding area are either dead or they were a part of his army, but that's not reassuring either because he only took the children for his army -- we're a full grown adult, so our fate isn't looking too good.

At this point, he's getting pretty pissed at us. That's because he's been talking mad shit this whole time, but we've been silent throughout his whole lil' speech. Like, oh, pardon me for my brain shutting down and putting survival at the top of the list, my good sir.

We indulge in his arrogance briefly, but just long enough for us to stall him while we make a gameplan. Now, here's the thing: if we make a run for it, we're probably going to die because our ankle is pretty messed up, but if we stay and keep talking to this psycho clown...we're probably going to die.

Huh. Okay then. With that being realized...

We bolt. We are outta of there. Point blank period, because it's like, if our chance of death is pretty much inevitable, we may as well make him work for it.

That's kind've falling flat though, because he's right on our tail, and he's not even putting in the effort while doing it. We can't worry about that for too long though, because we hear this music playing and...oh shit.

It's going from bad to worse. Now, we have to worry about his entire army chasing after us, too. It doesn't matter though because survival is still at the top of the list, no matter how slim or nonexistent the chance may be; we keep running. We run and run and run and run until we get to this well. Granted, it may have been a stupid move, but we actually managed to get a good bit of distance, and we stop to get a drink from the well. Like I said, probably a stupid move, but shit, we don't have much of a chance of survival if we're dehydrated. ...Actually, we don't have much of a chance of survival if we are hydrated, either, but a bitch is thirsty, so we get that damn drink, or so we thought we were going to. What we were expecting was a well full of rainwater.

It's full of blood.

We don't even have time to be scared before Friedrich pops up behind us. With our survival instincts kicking in, we get on our gangster shit. We notice that the bucket was silver and recall how a lot of the things in the village had been replaced with silver dupes because it could ward off evil. When I say that we got a good ass grip on that silver bucket...

And absolutely knocked his shit in?! We blasted the hell out of him with that bucket. Look at this man's face.

Lmao, no babes. Not that face.

Lol not that one either...

Ah, yes. We...might have just plummeted our inevitable chance of death to an inevitable certainty of death...

And the story continues from this point, my friends! Actually! This is only one route of ten! Which ending is this you ask? Lol like I'm going to tell you. You'll have to play the game for yourself to find that out. Just be cautious, because it does get a little...messy.

Okay, so! ...Wasn't really my cup of tea, not gonna lie, but it wasn't bad!

First and foremost, let's get into the visuals of this game. The art was definitely pleasing to look at. Like, ugh, I love CGs and sprites and visual effects and all of that, and this game had a looooot of them. Like, take a little lookie look.

Chef's kiss work right there. I really, really, really loved the artwork. Definitely my favorite aspect of this game.

Now, like I said in the beginning, the gore was pretty "in your face" and definitely gives the initial impression of being gorey for the sake of being gorey; however, I made sure that I read it with the "emotionally charged" disclaimer in mind. Pleasantly enough, I actually could get that vibe. The dev gave the go-ahead for personal interpretations but, mmm, nah. Even though I'm not the most analytical person, I was going to let you all in on my weird thoughts, but nah, I think I'll pass on that for another day.

Put it this way though, obviously, I took it as a metaphor for being in pain, but hear me out (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE BY THE WAY): it's not just physical pain, but that pain that you feel from the inside. You know, that internal pain that's so intense that it feels like it's literally tearing you apart from the inside out. The worst part about that type of pain is that, even though you want to die, there's something that's keeping you alive, and it feels like literal torture. To me, the game was a huge metaphor for fighting to survive but staying alive feels like torture, and you're just left constantly wishing for it to just end -- maybe a sprinkle of being haunted by past mistakes and a possibly wavering faith? (TRIGGER WARNING END). Anyways, that interpretation may make more sense if you decide to actually play it for yourself. Lol I guess I did let you guys in on my thoughts after all. Guess we're getting kinda close at this point, huh?

Also anyways, another reason why it took me so long to post was because for the LIFE of me, I could not frickin figure out how to get ending number 7!! At the time, the game was extremely new. Like, still in the box wrapped in plastic new, and I was like "Shit, I'm on my own, and I'm dumb". I spent so much time and literally revisited the game on different days to see if I had accidentally skipped something and found nothing new. I looked through the files, and I was like "Bro, I've literally seen all of these sprites and CGs. What am I possibly missing?". When I say that it was driving me nuts... BUT THEN! I WENT TO THE GAME PAGE AND I SAW THIS

OH BLESS IT. I WASN'T BEING AN IDIOT; ENDING 7 JUST DIDN'T EXIST. THE RELIEF THAT I FELT. At the same time though, I was like "...why was there no ending 7?" But minor concern. Very minor.

Overall, the game was pretty damn solid! Lots of gore for sure, and I definitely didn't mind it, but the initial reaction was gore just for the sake of gore; however, when you really give it a chance, the writing's actually pretty okay. My favorite thing about it was by far the art and my other favorite thing was that we got to blast Friedrich's ass with that bucket. That was so satisfying. I mean there were consequences, yeah, but we still got our lick in lmao.

Welp, that's pretty much all from me! I recommended giving it a solid playthrough or two! I recommend it so much, I'll put the link right here so that you can give it a try. Also! Apparently they have a tumblr page for their art, and I'll link that here as well! I didn't see anything for a donation, but if you find otherwise, I'm sure they'd appreciate the monetary support. If you're broke, like me, send them some encouraging words and let them know "Hey, you did a thing, and I think that you should continue to do that thing because you're pretty good at it!"

But yeah, I'm going to end it here so that way I can FINALLY get this posted! Sorry for being MIA for a little. Adulting really be adulting, and I am ill-prepared for it a lot of the time ^^;

Anyways! Remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Where He Is King

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[drivesystem]

Tiger's Prey

Just a little idea that's been haunting my brain yesterday...

Summary: Y/N is an adventurous and wild type of person who doesn't like to sit in one place at a time, feeling trapped and locked away if made to stay in a place for too long. But because of this, then general hongjoong Kim, heard them and wanted to see what he could do...

MINORS DNI

Warings: harddom hongjoong, degrading (whore, runaway cocksleeve, fucktoy) , some praises(good girl/boy, mine, good cub), cursing.

Disclaimer: I don't own ateez in anyway shape of form, this is simply a fanfiction and a idea to see where it goes. If you don't like these please scroll.

How in the world did you get into this situation Y/N...

Of course you knew that you're actions were going to catch up to you. You live by your own rules, you run around freely as you wish and won't let anyone else get in your way for it. Because what was the point? you're little antics weren't too bad or too serious, if anything you would taunt someone and then continue to run away. Till one day your little antics we're witness by the Tiger general.

He has a myth surrounded by his name and how it was achieved. The once innocent and happy little boy who enjoyed helping others more then his own self, a selfless man with nothing to hide, nothing to lose and nothing more to fear other then acceptance. They say for his last test, he was left in the woods for one month. A grueling process with no food, no water, no help for anything. He was left out there for a month and was almost assumed to be dead because there were no traces of him. Not even a small scrap of clothing was left till they finally home him.

He was calmly walking to the red silky rope, what was unnerving to some was how much blood was on him. The old torn and crumbled clothes had little drapples and spots of blood on almost every part of him. He was holding nothing but his mouth had the most blood stains on them. Some was dried, some were fresh. He had a single scar on his face, but behind him was a limping tiger.

No one knows how he got that tiger, no one knows how he was able to survive and tame it. But when he returned the Tiger stayed by his side till it got killed in battle. In which he was called the Tiger in their honor. But of course you knew better then to mess with someone with a name like that right? Well, that was until today when he was right there, watching you steal from a crate. Of course you would've paid them back later, the vendors always know you do on the same day without question or fail but this was.

Even before you could say anything, the look in his eyes was enough to make anyone who looked at him slowly step back in worry and fear for their own lives if anyone dared to say anything against him. Yet if there was one thing he loved, it was a wonderful game of cat and mouse. And you sadly caught the tigers eye

#hongjoong #ateez fanfic #ateezs #ateez smut #seonghwa

[earlgodwin]

"He waited for the moment when he felt it was right. He wanted to do it for years really. I think it’s out of envy and anger. But I don't think it was something that he particularly enjoyed doing it. He didn't want to talk anymore because he knew Juan could change his mind. It was hard for Cesare to kill his brother." ― François Arnaud.

#:( #david oakes: “juan apologizes to his brother and gives his heart to him and he still gets stabbed and thrown off a bridge.” #“if cesare had listened to what juan was saying...he wouldn't have gone through with the act of killing his little brother” #i just love how both david and françois agree on the same thing...interesting #that being said...i just think it's so hypocritical how he said that they're borgias and they never forgive- #then 5 mins later he was begging for rodrigo to grant him his forgiveness like hello?? #those final words “we're borgias. we never forgive” right after juan openly forgave cesare ... the last words juan ever heard #that's so cruel rip especially when juan's character core is how he struggles from insecurities and if he's a true borgia or not #it saddens me how juan was so cheerful and fun-loving the he slowly spiraled into darkness by everyone's treatment of him #and this part is so cold because cesare is suppposed to be the older brother you know? but oh well #juan borgia #david oakes #cesare borgia #the borgias #theborgiasedit #periodedits #perioddramaedit #juan and cesare #by jen

[ohbo-ohno]

y'know originally i had a big "yay i finished my exchange fic!!" post planned but it's literally an entire week late soo. that feels a little pathetic at this point el oh el

that being said - i finished my exchange fic! i have absolutely no control over when it will be posted, but i'll make sure to put it here when it is!

please please please go follow the deadcoddoves twitter account if you're at all interested in this exchange, they'll be posting about everyone else's fics too!!!

#never ever doing writing a fic with a deadline attached again. im too much of a chronic procrastinator for this #i have learned some things about myself though #(1) i tap out at writing about 4k words a day lmao. after getting that much written my brain is drained completely #(2) i am really really bad at not putting things off until the last minute. which i already knew but WOW this made it obvious #anyways!!! gonna go read all the fics i've missed this week! ceil im coming for you #also if we're deep in the tags and confessing things... #y'all i am sooo self-conscious about this fic LMFAOO ohh i hate it. i hate it so much. #thinking about turning comments off on ao3 for it tbh #but i think part of that is because it's so late. like this damn fic was a full seven days late and it's not even my best work??? #ohhhh i am Embarrassed. well and truly humiliated #anyways my counterplan is to write a bunch of other stuff im proud of so i can stop feeling like shit lmfao #the mods were very patient and kind tho shout out to them for not hating me

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

As a subway boss, his charisma stats are stacked. His posture is stooped but he acts with such an air of easy, subconscious confidence that ppl are like 'oh well I guess he's supposed to be here after all'. Plus he's very polite. He is that one meme of "no pets! Well okay, I will allow him because he looks very polite."

THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYIIIIIING!! you get iiiiit!! actually ive been rotating this a bunch in the background lol. bc it Really Is that like. it's not just that he's nice, though that helps a lot—he's a subway boss!! he is very well accustomed to like, handling people, in a variety of situations. from guiding/ordering people who are under his command, to calmly and professionally talking down/reasoning with/reassuring/etc people who he has very little to do with outside of the fact that they're a passenger on the train and are being loud and disruptive/having a really bad day/poorly controlling their pokemon/etc. it's His Job.

and while it might be slightly undercut in hisui by sort of (waves hand generally) all of the rift bullshit fucking with his head and making him generally less sure of himself, it IS a thing that i think still comes through without him even really realizing it's happening.

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #pla analysis #this is part of why i think sheperd joy is such a good last name for him and emmet tbh #like i do think he steps very easily into a sort of. leadership/guidance role. if that's a void that needs filling #he's not the sort of person who DESIRES authority it's just a skill he happens to have grinded to p high levels via subway boss practice #this is something that came across more in earlier drafts of oop ch10 i think #but there he's like. even though. and partially BECAUSE he's not actually like really present #he's also fully not even trying to rein in the Listen Up Here's What We're Doing mode #even akari notes that he can get people to fucking JUMP when he says to #anyway. probably enough rambling. you get the picture. #we were talking abt ingo but i think emmet also has essentially this skill just. a very different brand of it #this probably doesn't need too much explaining to yall i mean youve seen it #you wanna talk about easy confidence well there you go

[evakant]

top first watches of 2023 — tagged by @sensazioneultra (thank you nico ily baci baci 🧡🎥)

i only watched forty-two movies last year and ten-ish of those were re-watches, so there's not a lot to pick from for my top watches. that being said these are what i enjoyed the most, for one reason or another

i'm definitely going to try and get back into movies this year because i miss them and my watchlist keeps getting bigger and bigger <3

in no particular order:

call me chihiro / bottoms / polite society

they cloned tyrone / ballerina / mockingjay part 2

not tagging anyone, but if you'd like to do this and haven't been tagged yet then i'm tagging you

#fra.txt #log.txt #it is/was a running joke between me and my sister - the fact that i never watched the two mockingjay movies #AND the two breaking dawn movies when they came out #despite watching the movies before it AND reading the books #for breaking dawn especially it still baffles her to this day that i haven't because it used to be my absolute favorite part of the saga #like i would sometimes just re-read part two of breaking dawn at random #i didn't /not/ want to watch them i just.... didn't get around to doing it lmao #but last year she was like. no. we're rewatching the hunger games AND you're finally going to watch mockingjay for the first time #and it was a really good time #i think there's a lot that they could have kept from the books but as a whole the hunger games movies are probably one of the few #books-to-movies adaptations that was done well (or well enough)