#p:02

[mymywaterloo]

How could anything have gone her way so far?  This summer seemed to be literally the best one she’s had yet - though she still couldn’t believe that she slept with a guy she’d met on the first day. Ugh, she had no idea what she was even thinking, but he was cute and she liked him.  Besides, it wasn’t as if Donna would ever see Harry again.

The island was what she’d hoped of it, gorgeous and breath taking, and the smile was evident on her face that she truly felt at home here.  Reaching up to place a hand on her sunhat, Donna laughed happily as she ran further into the island with her suitcase in hand.

On her trek through the open island, Donna couldn’t wait to explore her new home.  She passed by a person walking with a goat as she climbed the hills that were closer to the market place, at least it sounded lively enough.  She smiled at the man and the goat, waving lightly before he turned and walked right into a young man in a leather jacket.  “Ooof!” As she crashed into his back.  Her hat fell from her head and her suitcase went tumbling to the ground.

(( @foundmeincarolinax

[graciieuse]

@008kr:

He doesn’t mind doing menial tasks for her when she asks; at his very core, he was built to obey some sort of higher command. Executing a target, or fetching her wine, it made no difference to him.

She seems to adore the excess despite her ‘condition’, a detail he’s come to learn from running her various errands like fetching perfumes and dry cleaning her incredibly expensive clothes. It’s almost charming, the way she doesn’t care about what anyone thinks of her. That was always something Vialli complai- …talked about.

But every now and again, she did something that surprised even him, just when he thought he had a grasp of her.

This time it’s when he’s returned to her mansion with an expensive bottle of red wine in tow. She had delighted in informing him that it was an hour long walk to the special shop that sold it earlier that morning.

Just as he sets it down, Amélie’s fingers curl around the lapels of his jacket, forcing him back against that sturdy table. One soft thigh after another, she is on top of him- leaving him no space to guess what her body felt like anymore. It’s there, and it’s warm, tempting. Well worth the wait.

Connor is given pause.

“…Was it the wrong type of wine?”

Even if it is, it doesn’t matter. She has an endless supply of wine, all to her taste. She keeps waiting for him to be fed up with her whims. When she sent him out, she was expecting him to at least question why someone with a fully stocked cellar would need another bottle. And now she continues to look for his breaking point. Is he really so dutiful to Talon? How much advantage does she really have over him? 

Her golden and jaundiced eyes rake over the uncanny valley of his face. Her fingertips follow suit, and she feels his synthetic skin, ignoring his question as she traces over his features. His little pout. The LED of his temple. 

This is a game to her. He’s so fascinatingly clueless, that it makes her days a little less redundant. Reaching over, she uncorks the bottle of wine, and pours herself some in the glass she already has on the table. Widow watches Connor for a moment, taking a sip. 

“How was your walk?” 

[beyooj-blog]

a sweet time like coffee १⎯

Assim como combinara com Belle, sua vaga para o worskhop de massas e confeitaria estava garantida. A ansiedade era tanta, que Yoojin teve o capricho de ir comprar uma série de itens: avental, touca, luvas, e até algumas forminhas decorativas, mesmo sem saber se tudo isso era realmente preciso. Afinal, estávamos falando de uma cafeteria de primeira classe! Sem dúvidas, todo os preparativos foram pensados com muita antecedência e atenção. E não foi nada menos do que o esperado: o lugar estava impecável, limpo e muito bem organizado. O primeiro encontro fora excelente, resultando em muitas instruções e técnicas que a morena mal imaginava. Sempre gostara de cozinhar, mas era espantador a quantidade de coisas que poderiam ser feitas com apenas alguns ingredientes e novas explosões de sabores. 

A todo momento, os cozinheiros surgiam para qualquer dúvida ou dificuldade que os outros participantes tinham, inclusive faziam questão de acompanhar todos as etapas de pertinho. Porém, mesmo que houvessem vários ao seu redor, era com a chefe que Choi conseguia absorver melhor as instruções. Belle parecia ser mais atenciosa com os convidados e cada vez que ela mostrava um ingrediente, era como se falasse com eles. Portanto, o receio de errar tornava-se quase inexistente perto de alguém que parecia tão compreensível quando o assunto era cozinhar.  

Contudo, por mais que vira e mexe recebia atenção dos organizadores, não era como se só houvesse ela por ali. Tudo bem, não era uma das melhores. Mas algumas pessoas precisavam de uma orientação bem mais intensa do que ela. E como consequência, tornava-se difícil receber ter a ajuda da chefe por muito tempo. De qualquer forma, sentia-se grata pelo encontro ter rendido. Só que para a sua surpresa, acabara ganhando um convite para mais uma aula extra vindo diretamente da proprietária. Não poderia ficar mais grata e claro, aceitar o convite -desde que não gerasse nenhum tipo de incômodo para a outra.-

Chegou quinze minutos antes do horário marcado e esperou na esquina. Não sabia se tocava a campainha agora, se esperava mais ou pouco. A única coisa que não deveria fazer era se atrasar, não refletiria bons modos. Olhou mais uma vez para as sacolas em mãos e se martelou mentalmente. Como pode ter esquecido se era preciso trazer o avental e os outros itens? Ah, a correria era mesmo sua vilã. Não conseguia se conformar, mas torcia para que os ingredientes que haviam combinado, estivessem certos. Conferira duas vezes no mercado, mas nunca era cem por cento garantido. Faltando agora apenas alguns minutos, Jinnie direcionou-se em frente ao prédio e tocou a campainha, ansiosa para aprender mais um pouco com uma pessoa que já se tornara bem especial para ela.

[coldscarlet]

broken letter

It’d been days since Barry last saw Len.  The superhero wanted to be alone, he didn’t see anyone for days, and when he worked, he kept to himself and didn’t bother even talking with Julian.  The first few nights after Barry kept from the hotel where Len stayed at, Barry kept staring at the clothes Len had let him borrow.  Barry ran.  He had been a coward, left a note for Len and just ran away, avoiding Snart at all costs.  

Sighing, Barry dropped Len’s shirt on the bed and walked out of the room.  Just like his Len, this new Len caused Barry to feel the exact same.  It had been a shock to him that he hadn’t already gone stir crazy from staying in the hotel room for days on end.

Jitters was quiet for a Saturday evening.  Truthfully, Barry wasn’t even sure why he was here, but it was the first place he found himself walking into.  Pulling the door open, the former hero stepped into the empty coffee shop and walked up to the counter.  His usual drink didn’t excite him so much tonight, so instead he pulled out his wallet and snatched up a five dollar bill.  “Just a small regular coffee, french roast.” He muttered as he put the bill down on the counter and watched as she went off to make his drink.

(( @icexandxcool​ ))

[nateyoungxxx-blog]

Hanging Out // Nate and Bella

For the past few days, Nate had been pretty bored. He had everything settled in his new apartment, and since Curtis had been in the hospital, he didn’t really have much to do. By the sound of it, Bella had been pretty down in the dumps lately, so Nate invited her over. They could both use some company, and he hadn’t had anyone over yet. He changed into a pair of gym shorts and a plain white t shirt before settling down on his couch as he waited for Bella to arrive.

[aidenabishop]

I did all I could, I gave everything

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. None of this was ever meant to occur. Aiden hadn’t had the plans of recovery anywhere near his mind the minute the season would commence. And here they were with finals days away and Aiden wasn’t nearly as ready as he should’ve been. He couldn’t run at the speed he was used to. There were occasional pains in his back (pains that he never let show, pains that he had to hide or else he’d be placed on the bench) but for what at this point? After the horrible practice he’d faced within the day, the young male couldn’t help but toss and turn in his bed, memory after memory from the accident to the days of small and steady progress with Jamal not far from reach. Aiden was going to end up letting every single person down. From his teammates, to Jamal, to Caleb, to himself.

Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, Aiden turned it on as he checked the time: 2:04 AM. He exhaled a heavy breath and set the phone back down onto the nightstand, back resting against the bed as he stared up at the ceiling. Maybe soccer was just not in his future? Maybe his business path was the only true calling of his. Maybe soccer had just been a distraction all along. “Jamal?” He whispered abruptly after those disturbing thoughts. Because despite it all, Aiden really did love the game of soccer. Having it ripped from his hands had to be one of the biggest heart aches he had faced thus far. “Jamal, are you awake?” He tried again, eyes not leaving the dark ceiling in the dark room.

[hi-amelia]

First Hand / Amelia & Rowan

Amelia would be lying if she said she wasn't desperate for some action. For a porn star, she'd been going through a bit of a dry spell. With lack of work, and lack of regular people to fuck, she needed something. Thankfully she had a volunteer, and a very attractive one at that. After looking up a bit of Rowan's work, the girl was more than thrilled when he told her to come over. She slipped on some black, lacy lingerie with a light sweater and leggings over the lingerie. Since she knew her clothes wouldn't stay on for too long, she didn't bother getting fancy with her appearance. The brunette applied some blush to her face before running her fingers through her long locks. After looking over her reflection, she made her way out to her car and then made her way to Rowan's place. Once there, she parked and knocked on his door.

[hdxhongbin]

02. // hongbin(ft daniel) &

( `/ he had just left school with daniel ( the kid agrees to 'walk with his dad home), and with the little boy's hand gripped tightly on his own, they walk towards the park. Hongbin promised his kid he'd give him ice cream on the way back home and stop by the playground for being a good boy in class. As they arrive in the said playground, Hongbin sits himself on one of the benches facing the kids' playground as he watches Daniel run towards the slides )