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[qyuties]

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[rkxsunggyu-blog]

living in dreams all day ;

<< April 8th, 2017 >>

@rkwendy

The knife thwacks against the cutting board as he slices through fresh cantaloupe, mangoes, and melon. He presses small cookie cutters against the fruit chunks until he has small piles of stars and hearts. Sunggyu threads them through wooden skewers and lays them on a platter, counting one last time to make sure there’s enough for everybody. He’s supposed to keep a steady stream of snacks in Wendy’s direction for today, as she and members from an actual professional ice skating team watch a competition. Polite as ever, he makes his clumsy walk over to the coffee table and sets down the platter. “Does anybody need anything else? More drinks, maybe?”   

[illicitvanity-blog]

Romance in the Woods [FB] ; Wendy + Emma

Vomiting is unattractive but right now Emma feels like it’s inevitable. As she dresses in a simple outfit, Emma wonders why she’s the one who asked to take her out. it’s not in her nature to have feelings. Her mother used to tell her that feelings got in the way. Not loving her husband is what made their marriage work and how they were able to raise Emma the way they had. So imagine her mother’s shock if she knew her daughter was getting ready to go on a date. Not because she has to but because she actually fancies someone.

“Bloody hell, what am I getting myself into,” the sixth year mutters.

it’s the swooping excitement and nerves that are making Emma extra doubtful. Out in the courtyard is a pretty Welsh girl waiting for her and the Slytherin as so many high hopes for the day that the pessimist in her is convinced that something will go horribly wrong.

Everything is ready. She’d decided to actually put effort into this whole first date thing. It wouldn’t be fair, giving Wendy a chance but not trying to make it work. So she’d prepared something special in the North Forest. And all Emma can do now is make her way out onto the grounds, into the courtyard and offer the Hufflepuff a genuine smile.

Being nervous is worth it, seeing Wendy dressed and waiting for her. The girl’s presence immediately makes Emma forget that she should be worried about anything. “Ready?” she asks as she bites her lip against the anticipation.

[alexander--raven]

In The Practise Of Kindness || Alex & Wendy

Participants: Alexander, Wendy

Setting: In a coffee shop

Time Frame: Sometime around midday

Notes: When Alex finds he has left his wallet at home, Wendy kindly offers to pay for him

Extra Notes: Ahhhh this took absolutely ages and I'm terribly sorry. Also, your theme wouldn't let me reblog directly from your blog and so I had to make a new post by copying and pasting it. I thread my paras btw, hope you don't mind!

WENDY HARRIS

It was a sort of betrayal; buying coffee at another café that was not the place of her employment. Surely if her coworkers saw her now, they’d scoff at her disgrace and shun her from their Friday night poker events (the betting chips were coffee creamers and sugar packets from the condiments section, of course). But, in all honesty, the coffee and treats that were served at her place of her work were second-rate — at best. Not to mention the fact that they were wholly over-priced. A packet of ‘organic’ chips for 6.99? Please. That was a little (‘little’ being a vast understatement) steep for deep-fried spuds crammed in a plastic bag with colorful labeling.

And so, Wendy found herself stood in a moderately long line at a near by Starbucks — which was so conveniently placed just round the corner of nan’s — some time in the later afternoon after a hard and strenuous day of living. Rehearsals for Cyrano de Bergerac had just let out and she found she was in desperately in need of the comfort only brought on by warm, first-rate coffee (as opposed to the half-assed cups of blandness she often produced). Looking about the shop, she noted the majority of its residence were wayward teens (‘Hipsters’) tap, tap, tapping away at their overly priced laptops with a handful of business-types strewn throughout the lot. It was the typical bunch one might find when at a coffee bar. Nothing too out of the ordinary, really. Just your average —

A gruff and gravely “Ahem" lifted up from behind her. Wendy half turned with an inquisitive brow perked and the usual smile. In return, the man gave a pointed look to the stalling fellow just a few people ahead of them accompanied by a sour frown of contempt. She gave a demure shrug in response and turned around, as to avoid further interaction. A few slanderous grumbles and obnoxiously obvious and peevish sighs later, Wendy detached herself from the impatient string of people and wandered up the line.

" ‘xcuse me," she tried lightly as she approached the young man "I couldn’t help but notice you’re having a bit of hard luck?" Her nose crinkled as she asked, a mask of sympathy in the form of an odd smile. "I don’t normally do this, but," a beat "let me buy your coffee for you. You’ve taken enough grief from the impatient jerks behind us. I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of watching you walk away empty handed. Blatant rudeness should never be rewarded, ya’ know."

ALEXANDER RAVEN

It had been a somewhat hectic day. Well, not hectic, but draining. utterly and completely draining. Alex had woken up, attempted to write something that sounded at least somewhat good, and when realising that this task had become seemingly impossible as of late had decided to go and take a breath of fresh air. Writers block drove Alex to the edge, and recently he had been experiencing somewhat extreme bouts of it. It was as if when he put the pen to the paper an insurmountable wall cropped up between the creative areas of his brain and the rest. In a fit of frustration, he had decided that perhaps it was being cooped up in the same four walls for days on end that was confining him, and had decided to take a trip to one of his favourite coffee shops. 

Walking there, he had taken nothing but his notebook and favourite fountain pen. The air was cool, and just stepping outside into it was a refreshing change from the stagnant air of his apartment. filling his lungs with it, he loosened a little. The tensity that had taken hold of his body a few moments before was fading, and he was glad. The weariness of laying awake all night persisted, though, and that was something only a strong coffee could cure. Lately, the depersonalisation episodes hadn't been playing up as much as they usually did, though this just meant that he was in for a worse time when they eventually came round. Though, some hopeful part of him that was unaffected by his blind cynicism and general distrust clung to the hope that they perhaps wouldn't return at all. 

Entering the coffee shop, he waited in line patiently before ordering. He frequented this place often enough that they knew exactly what he wanted, even though it was a huge chain store, and so when asked his order the smiling barista behind the counter simply nodded and set off to work when Alex ordered "The usual, please," The usual being a double-shot espresso. After he'd managed to fall asleep even after drinking a single shot, he realised that he should probably take the next step up the caffeine-dependency ladder. When asked to pay for his coffee, however, Alexander realised that there was a fatal flaw in his plan. He'd forgotten his wallet. He could picture it on his night-stand at home, actually. He'd even glanced at it on his way out. Internally face-palming himself, he tried to ignore the calls of obviously-annoyed customers behind him.

That was, until, he was tapped on the shoulder by a seemingly less annoyed customer. turning around somewhat cautiously -- his dislike of being touched still pervaded -- he looked down at the small blonde figure before him. She had a gentle smile and kid eyes, and so Alex softened a little. Smiling back, his tone was casual. "Uh, yeah. I left my wallet and home, and, well, let's just say without my caffeine I become somewhat of a walking zombie." When he heard her offer, he couldn't help but let his smile widen a little. He didn't usually accept offers like this, but she didn't seem to be pitying him. It was more like she was actually doing a nice thing... just to be nice. Nodding, he accepted. "Oh, that'd be great -- thanks. Yeah, they all seem like petulant douches anyway," chuckling  a little, he let her pay for the coffee as he looked on, somewhat surprised by her niceness. "Oh, I'm Alex, by the way," 

[beauty-likeice]

Unlikely Encounters // Narcissa & Wendy

Infrequently, Narcissa indulged in some devious behavior; infrequently, she allowed her friends to talk her into letting that Ravenclaw boy sneak her into the Prefect's bathroom and having some fun with him amidst the foamy bubbles; infrequently, she found herself creeping through the halls with wet hair and a dress with a dripping hem, ducking down corridors if she heard voices or footsteps to avoid running into anyone she knew.

The tryst had been fun, and worth it, provided she didn't get caught out of bed after hours. Smelling like cherry candy, red marks from an amorous mouth decorating her collarbone; she was sure to rise suspicion from any professor who looked too closely. Besides, Narcissa Black didn't wander the halls looking anything less than perfectly put together; she couldn't risk her reputation by letting anyone see her this way.

Footsteps from the corridor behind, and voices in the one ahead, caused a moment of brief panic--swiftly, Cissa wrenched open the nearest door and closed it as quietly as possible. She pressed her ear against the door, listening to the voices and the footsteps draw nearer, hoping they would pass by quickly...

A noise behind her made her jump. Her heart thudding, she spun around like a caged animal, wide eyes searching for the threat--and discovered a bewildered-looking girl staring at her. She'd never seen the girl before, but she looked older and not at all threatening. Attempting to regain some of her composure, Narcissa looking her up and down with narrowed eyes and said, "Yes?"

[it-was-just-a-tuesday]

I made a video montage of me and my friends and yes. :)