#wndrbcy

[redemptioninterlude]

SUBJECT: returning friends starter ! CONCERNING: do taehyeon

there's a moment of OVERLAP. berlin. 7 pm. château royal. a time and a place. that's all she ever really offers up if there's an opportunity for the pair of them to meet. she's always the one that contacts him, her everything shrouded in mystery. there's really no need for her to get overly involved, even if the whole affair of this could hardly be interpreted any other way. after all. what do you call an ongoing 4 year affair like this? an infatuation? a careful consideration? either way...

he texts back that he'll SEE HER THEN.

of course he was. jade was always SO obedient.

perhaps she's courting the wrong kind of business when playing around with a boy with a band, who memorialized pieces of her in pages and lyrics that none might understand save the pair of them. it'd be sweet if it wasn't also STUPID, but how would jade know what it was that she did? she offered up no pieces of her, and he never asked, giving, giving, until she cut him loose the next morning. trading his heart and his time for a whatever slivers of affection she could afford, and even then, he never really seemed to catch on to the fact that everything around her was paid for in blood. perhaps for the better~

she didn't want another LOOSE END to clean up.

there's a knock at the door at the anointed time, ada rising from the couch to answer, leaving the glass of wine she'd been drinking behind. by the time he's slid inside, she's closed and deadbolted the door behind him, but not before her gaze has sliced, up and down the hallway, to ensure that he had COME ALONE. "my~ when's the last time we had a moment to meet up?" tokyo. 4 months ago. she'd killed the son that stood at the helm of one of the yakuza families. poison, in his drink. easy, quick, impossible to trace. "don't say that you've missed me."

★— ATTN: @wndrbcy

[etxrnaleclipse]

Closed starter for @wndrbcy || Eva and Zo

She truly enjoyed their evenings like this. Just the two of them tucked away in her chamber after the rest of the household had long gone to bed. Zoella had become one of her closest and most trusted friends in the time that they had known one another, and it was what had her allowing the other young woman to visit so frequently. The moon shone through the window as she sat on the floor beside the bed, feeling Zoella's hands carding through and playing with her hair.

"Sometimes I wish we could just stay like this forever." she mused, her voice soft and somewhat sleepy after a long day. "Does that sounds silly?"

[ofdamnation]

' oh shit , how'd they find that out ? ' smirk is evident on features , the little birdy spreading the rumours right in front of their eyes . ' maybe you could , i don't know — be a decent person ? maybe then you could actually keep a relationship , am i right ? ' / @wndrbcy , based

[punktrsh]

@wndrbcy​ 🖤’d for a starter.

“dude, i dunno what you’re so mad about,” tone even as he settled in at the counter, “whatshisname didn’t have an issue floatin’ me some cup noodles, it’s what? a buck fifty? if you’re that pressed i’ll give it back tomorrow, didn’t know the store was in fuckin’ danger of closing or whatever.” though he knew that wasn’t the issue at hand, the other was just being petty —- unreasonable. it was fine, tristan would be sure to remember this, to find a way to return the favor some time in the near future. “happy now?”

[cocained]

“ whatever it is you think was going on between us — " dark brown hues aimed at the other and showing nothing but coldness. it was almost too easy for her to switch off how she truly felt and how the lie spilled from her lips like it was nothing. “you’re wrong.”

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @wndrbcy​! )

                   her quick escape from the other’s place that morning wasn’t entirely planned. sure, quinn didn’t intend on staying for breakfast -- you didn’t do that with someone you swore was your rival -- but she definitely didn’t mean to dash out of there like her life depended on it. but the moment she realized she had somewhere to be that afternoon, she was gone and hoped not to see kole again.

all hope for that was lost, however, when she came face to face with the girl at her ‘gig’. the vampire glares at her from across the entrance of city hall, wondering why the person she’d just slept with is at her mission site. “what the fuck are you doing here? don't tell me...” realization dawns on her then, clicking her tongue at what was happening. “this one’s mine, kole.”

[redemptioninterlude]

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SUBJECT: midnight sun style loooove ! NOTIFY: @wndrbcy CONCERNING: shay

oh my goodnessssss, like icl i was so jumped for joy seeing you liking my posts and poking your head in. after 5 years, i know no matter the comings and goings, that you always come back once you're feeling goodness in your life which ♡ i always love to see!

which is to say it's always so wonderful to have you around too! like, it's crazy how immediately the kids fall back in love, is all i can say, i'm just like, always happy to see how all our stuff develops and unfolds and i'm genuinely so thankful you're back! i can't wait to see how chaotic shit cooks though i'm here wondering if anything really beats alice vs niko's knock down brawl in that hotel room, oop... anyways, you're a fave AND a babe, love love love you!

[redemptioninterlude]

[ ADJUST ] from leo to alice (from potentially romantic meme)

potentially romantic prompts meme ( accepting ) + @wndrbcy // leo [ ADJUST ] : sender adjusts an item of clothing or jewellery that the receiver is wearing, resulting in them being very close together.

                           Alice loves the MORNING AFTER.

The lazy feeling that’d stir in her chest, fingers scratching along the thin frame of her futon. The surfaces of everything in here remains cluttered, spilling over, he leaves his imprint behind in all that she’s got, and even when he offers her MORE ROOM a new place, she’s breezy in turning him down. No. This is hers, all hers, for whatever carved out slice of Wonderland it could present itself as, she’s both fluid and immoveable, and this place serves as her touchstone within it all. 

Leo, for his part, rarely comes through here; they’re more hotels, motels, and luxurious temporary stays type of people when it comes to their hook ups, or maybe it’s because he’s worried that his COMINGS AND GOINGS might be traced back to her door, where the feeling of him will never detach. She’s only ever got shit coffee on tap, good tea, and mediocre cooking skills to offer, too, no classy order in options, no lovely chef from the restaurant downstairs...

But when he’s here, they make a mess of everything, she loves that unrestrained side of him, willing and able and how soft he is in these moments too, bathed in the morning, tired from last night and how they stumble in at odd hours thanks to his odd life. How come the dawn, she’s trying on his shirt to wear (she’s CLAIMED IT now, no take backs), a tie that he’d worn left loose about the neck of it, as she sways in the kitchen, in socks, his dress shirt, and not much else.

An arm wraps about her middle, and she lets out a bubble of laughter,  hands occupied with the electric kettle as she spins and gives him the kiss she’s been yearning for, passing the mint that she’s been sucking on from her mouth, to his, with a TELLING GRIN that says he still needs to brush, but fuck it. “You better get on before your manager catches you out.” her voice is still laced with her own exhaustion, vaguely aware that she’s late for her own part time job, not that she really cares. There’s a tug, at the end of the tie, as he helps to straighten it out, his floppy curls resting at her shoulder, where his forehead has come to a rest, til he’s got it closer, tighter, around her neck, her eyes that flash a warning, her grin that screams try me. 

                                                         They’ll both be late now. But it’ll be worth it.