#p:03

[coldscarlet]

tough heartache

The digital clock on his desk beeped, reading 7:00 p.m., luckily though it was spring so it was still light outside.  Jerking awake and with a paper stuck to his face, Barry breathed heavily as he sat up in the chair.  “Wha-?”  He asked in a groggy tone as he then looked around and noticed he was still at work in his lab.  Groaning, Barry reached over and pulled the paper from his face and looked at it.  The numbers were a little blurry, causing Barry to scrunch his nose in confusion as he put the paper down and rubbed his eyes.

And now, Barry glanced at the clock.  His eyes going wide.  

Grabbing his light jacket from off the back of his chair, he yanked it and started to jog out of his lab and down the stairs.  He searched the area, but Joe wasn’t around.  Joe’s gonna be so angry if I missed dinner with him and Iris and Wally tonight.  Man, Barry, not again.

Slipping his jacket on, Barry stepped out of the precinct and down to the sidewalk as he took at his phone and looked at it.  No missed calls or texts.  Sighing with some relief, Barry slipped his phone into his pocket and looked up, but something else caught his eye.  A familiar blue parka sitting in the window seat of the diner across the street.  Barry hadn't seen Len in a few days, taking his advice and really thinking about what he wanted.  And seeing Len - even though he was across the street - made Barry smile somewhat.  But, soon, the young speederster’s smile faded when another male figure took the seat across from Len.  Couldn’t have been older than 30 this guy.  And yes, Barry stood there, staring like a stalker, the smile now gone from his face as he watched Len have dinner with this other guy who wasn’t him.

[ask-marleyroses]

Holiday Hello → Jarley

TAGGING → Jake Puckerman & Marley Rose.

TIME FRAME → Evening, November 27th.

THE LOCATION → Lima Bean.

GENERAL NOTES → A coffee date? Kind of.

JAKE PUCKERMAN.

It was only for a few days but Jake was looking forward to making the best out of his time back home. He’d already stuffed himself silly with his mother’s cooking on Thanksgiving, but he hadn’t seen his friends yet. He knew a lot of the older group would have either gone back already, stayed in New York or just weren’t up for being bothered so he stuck to his own group, opting to get coffee with Marley over staring at her through a computer’s screen.

Pushing through the Lima Bean’s door and moving out of the cold, Jake adjusted his scarf before removing his mittens and glancing around the small shop. It was fairly empty for the time being and he’d gotten there before her so he moved towards the line, ordering himself a hot chocolate instead of something laden with caffeine. After standing around for a moment and receiving his drink, Jake moved to sit in one of the empty booths while he gripped roughly at his cup, numb hands dying for warmth.

MARLEY ROSE.

As much as Marley was loving Boston, it was nice to be home and a place that felt familiar. She was loving the time that she got to spend with her mom and pup, and now she was even more excited to get to see some of her friends before they went their own ways again, even if she would get to see most of them in a few weeks for winter break anyways. Still, it was strange not seeing them everyday like she was used to so she was going to take any time that she could. Even if it was just for a cup of coffee, it was better than nothing.

Marley held on to her jacket as she rushed from her vehicle into the familiar cafe. Sure, the weather was a little chillier in Boston, but that didn’t mean it didn’t get cold in Lima. As soon as the warmth and aroma of coffee hit her, a smile broke out across her face. After spotting Jake, she quickly ordered herself a simple coffee drink (she could thank late nights for that habit) and hustled over to the booth where he was currently seated. “Hey!” She said excitedly as she rested her cup on the table and moved to sit across from him. “It’s so good to see you on something other than a screen. How’s your little break been?”

[bccoooper]

Wonderful Tonight | Stana&Bradley

“I have to confess that I kept the romantic dancing moves hidden from you all this time” Bradley whispered to Stana’s ear in a slightly amused and yet seducing tone right before he took a step back to twirl her in a circle, regaining their previous closeness shortly after. That night had definitely been different from their first one - and not only because they were both sober. Sure, there had still been the goofy, awkward dancing, but now the slow dancing seemed to turn the closeness they were sharing into a more intimate one. Not to mention that there was more confidence between the two and a sort of understanding. Being around her felt right, as a friend, as a date; it had made him feel great during their dinner, it had been making him feel great since the beginning of the wedding. “Did I happen to mention how beautiful you look tonight?” The man asked while in the background the voice of Clapton was singing the same words from the famous Wonderful Tonight. Bradley knew pretty good the answer, though; actually, he lost the count of how many times he had complimented her during the whole night. On the other hand, there was some sort of conflict within him right then - he knew he had a flight to catch in a few hours but at the same time gave the idea of not leaving tonight a thought. It wouldn’t have been a tragedy if his arrival had been delayed a bit, would it? Or perhaps it would have been a problem he could have ignored. Focus. The song, the moment, Stana. “Do you think the Ramen Noodles would mind if I kissed you right now, right in front of everybody?” The reference to Justin’s old hair style was something that really escaped his lips, but the kiss was something the man had been wanting to do for a while. He didn’t need the singer’s approval, of course; the question was more to prevent her from getting upset considering that they were in public, surrounded by people they were familiar with.

[morgando3shair-blog]

Long Time No See || Morgan & Noah

It had been quite a while since Morgan and Noah saw each other, and she was excited to say the least when he agreed to come over. Even though he said he wouldn’t make fun of her apartment, she couldn’t help but feel like he would judge her just a tiny bit -- it wasn’t the nicest place by far. It was a studio apartment, but not one of the cool ones in New York City, and her neighbors were probably all hooked on some type of drug, but it was all she could afford so she made the best of it. Jumping up from where she sat on the couch upon seeing Noah’s text telling her that he was there, she quickly made her way to the front door and swung it open, instantly smiling when she saw him. “Hi!” She grinned, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.

[nateyoungxxx-blog]

Talk It Out // Nathan and Ember

To say he was surprised when he had run into Ember earlier was an understatement. Honestly, Nathan thought he wouldn’t ever see the girl again and he wasn’t sure how to feel about the encounter. He had been stuck on her for a while, and finally was over her and now she was back in his life. Maybe going to her apartment and talking would only confuse him more, but he couldn’t find it in himself to turn her down. So he knocked on her apartment door, standing with his hands in his pockets as he waited for her to answer, his stomach already in knots.

[hdxhongbin]

03. // hongbin & open

"do you ever think," Hongbin begins in a muse, a finger stirring the coffee stick in circles to properly mix his coffee. He's sitting in a cafe, your character sat in front of him. It's a little bit after work hours, and he knows there's no one to go home to tonight so he reckons why not spend -- or waste time in this cafe. "..of the possibility of us just dying for no reason tomorrow? okay, say, you were informed you'd die tomorrow, what would you do and how would you spend your last day?" 

[nathaniel-eissink]

Morning Gymnastics || Stacey & Nathan

Morning exercises were harsh, and this morning was no different. Waking up had been easier, though. Or at least, it had felt easier. Maybe the lack of late night trips around the Bunker made a difference, maybe they didn't, but Nathan felt slightly better each morning he woke up. The light had switched on just as the clock hit 4 am and Nathan had opened his eyes a few seconds after that. After his morning routine, he'd changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt along with a dark blue zip up, feeling a little chilly despite the perfect temperature that Division always managed to maintain. Walking out of his room and into the hallways, Nathan didn't spot anyone yet to his surprise, but went to the gym anyway, bare feet making soft 'pat pat' on the ground. He preferred bare feet to shoes (nobody wore just socks, let's be honest) even though it might give him a disadvantage if someone stomped on his foot. But until now, Nathan hadn't sparred with anyone seriously, and they hadn't stomped on his feet yet, so he was good. 

The Gym was empty save for a two recruits hanging around. One of them was already doing pushups, the other lifting weights, but Nathan left them alone and settled in an empty corner where a treadmill was. Starting with a slow jog, he warmed his muscles, a quick glance at the clock telling him he still had about ten minutes until their terrible morning exercises started that forced them all to become lean and supple as well as strong. At the start of his arrival, it had been pure hell. Waking up at four in the morning to have you sweat your whole body dry with grueling exercises. Now, it was still terrible, but not so much. Speeding up, Nathan's feet landed quicker in succession, his bare feet giving him a disadvantage right now as well, because it was just a lot more uncomfortable to run on a treadmill with bare feet than it was with shoes. 

Now he was panting, breathing coming heavily as the whirring of the machine intensified. When he couldn't go faster and he felt his muscles aching a little, he counted to sixty, pushing his body to endure a minute longer. When the whirring faded away, it was replaced by the sound of blood pumping through his veins and slow breathing. Along with the breathing of someone else. He wasn't alone. Whirling around, he was met with the sight of Stacey. 

"Good morning, Stacey."