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Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?

Sylvia Plath (via tartt)

#◖'cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs • thoughts ◗

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kyffindor:

(/ he can’t forget her, not really–it’s not just his amazing memory or some little childhood crush–he attributes it to the little (read: not-little) scar that goes around his arm. a daily reminder of how he barely passed care of magical creatures, how he was nearly killed in that class, and how a pretty little girl walked with him all the way to the hospital wing and helped him with his bleeding arm. what’s that saying about how experiencing trauma in the presence of someone else makes them more memorable? ) no date. (/ he shakes his head, toothless smiles, handing over the cup; transforming the nearest thing into a chair and guiding her onto it because her eyes are looking a little dazed. he sits beside her, sips his own drink and chuckles, finding that he needed a break himself ) all ye’rs. take it easy, yeah?

《 • of course, there is magic, but does she remember it right now? brianna might consider herself quite bright, but well, give the girl a discount--she did just have half a bottle of firewhiskey and whatever was in that punch. 

so when he pulls a chair out of thin air -- or rather, a stray balloon -- her eyes widen a little in amazement and, in the next second, she turns them to the tall male. is he a teacher? is that why he knows her? but then, it’d make more sense she would at least remember a teacher, unlike if he was a student. 

ah, fuck, whatever. thinking is not what she is supposed to do right now anyways, so she leans her head back at the cushions, not letting her eyes stray too much from him. 》 are you sure? you’re kinda cute not to bring a date. 《 • not that it was her business, but it would probably be good to talk a little. at least then she would not do anything stupid--supposedly, that is. 》

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#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #kyffindor

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moodboard; mina xx  lights in a sleeping city.

#◖what if i’m made of stone? • visage◗

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brianna really doesn't mind jaewon has skipped off to do some social duties--after all, in his own weird way, he's always been the better at people between them and she likes a healthy action now and then, especially when it comes to her friends. so she sticks well on her own, the dance floor immediately becoming her natural habitat, music guiding her lips in a gentle sway the ballerina barely notices. 

but what she does notice is that pull that isn't hard to recognize at all. someone else might become jumpy and push the supposedly stranger away, but this supposedly stranger couldn't know her better and, as if taehyung's touch is music, her body reacts on its own, hairs standing up all over her body and a certain pleasant tingling beginning to rise. 

she doesn't turn around, gladly going along with his games--she's well aware she's always going to win one way or another, so why not? 

"someone who's going to eat my pussy like never before, in just a few minutes." there's a smile on the corner of her lips as she says so, tilting her head gently as if to wait for his reply.

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even with the ball in full swing, a cup of spiked punch in his hand and warm bodies pressed against him, taehyung finds his mind wandering. it’s not for bad reasons, though. oh no, rather, he can’t keep his thoughts away from a certain someone; from her pretty red lips and her soft thighs. he lets out a sigh for what must be the twentieth time in the past thirty minutes, and manages to untangle himself from his current dance partner.��

thankfully, she’s not hard to spot, and taehyung takes advantage of the fact that he hasn’t been seen yet. he takes the briefest moment to stare at the way her body moves to the music, the way the dress hugs her figure, a small noise of appreciation lost between his lips and the music. 

he slips up behind brianna easily, hands resting comfortably on her hips (fingertips just barely teasing at her stomach). taehyung lets his lips graze along her jaw and up to the shell of her ear, not quite kissing, just enjoying the feeling. she’s always fit him like a glove, be it his hands or his lips or his tongue, and tonight is no different. 

“hey gorgeous,” he murmurs, smiling in spite of the husky timbre his voice has taken on. he keeps himself pressed close to her, finally pressing butterfly kisses to her neck as they sway to the music. “guess who.” 

#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #slythtaehyung #( yikes )

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wonslytherin:

He sighs, taking off that charming demeanor of his, she’s a close friend anyway so why won’t he be himself? 

“Very sure” he confirms, crossing his arms as the laurel dangles between his fingers, matching the ring around his index. He whines. “Of course not, but you’re so fucking slo–” 

she kisses him. It’s first time she has. He blinks, like a figure petrified, although he feels that this is much worse. She’s walks away, leaves him for now.

“See you–tomorrow” he whispers, turning around to finally smile towards himself. 

December 17, 2016. It’s tonight, he says to himself, looking over the reflection in front of him. He looks decent, for once– hair brushed up and a coat to compliment his built. He’s back in the common room, sitting idly with his legs crossed. He waits, waits for her. 

tomorrow doesn’t take long to come, but brianna doesn’t think she’s ever busied herself on the eve of something as much as this one’s--not even when she was the lead in that big muggle ballet production, when she managed to finish a week worthy of homework in 17 hours. well, tonight, you couldn’t blame her for having too much to think, but she tries her best to remind herself of everything jisoo has ever tried to teach her -- the irony was remarkable and incredibly precious to her -- and just chill.

easier said than done, but you can’t say she doesn’t try. thankfully, getting ready is a handful yet she still manages to finish it before expected. she even takes a seat by her common room, pretty and determinate to come up with a teasingly joke to throw at her date, but when she touches her corset she remembers her lipstick has been forgotten and if promises would come true, she would need it.

when she returns jaewon is the one waiting, and immediately her shoulders slump as she catches that sight from the stairs. bree feels like a toddler for some seconds, becoming the priest’s wife -- that’s a thing for muggles, apparently -- but she tries shaking it and hurries on her step, never forgetting the elegant silhouette and moves the female was known for.

still, her cheeks are almost tearing again just to be steps away from her best friend--her date, she reminds herself, forcing not to think of this as a joke while hoping the reciprocal would be true. 

“too late?”

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#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #( what kinda crap is this im sorry ) #wonslytherin

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ravbelle:

( `/ she’s usually a good girl – in the way that she listened to her elders and her parents and people who had more authority than her and she was not planning on drinking tonight. her age, of course, was the main factor as to why she was refusing alcohol tonight but all tings considered, belle isn’t sure if the punch is spiked or not because she might be feeling just slightly intoxicated. though, whether that be because of the drinks she’s taken in or because of the atmosphere of the ball, she’s unsure ) aries-esque? why are you finally acting like your sign? 

( `/ she grins, fingers clutching her own punch and she tips it towards her lips and she takes a small sip as she glances at the slytherin girl, eyebrows piqued in interest at what her friend was proclaiming right now ) don’t you take pride in being as un-aries as possible, you slytherin.

《 • a grimace compliments her face at the small jab thrown by the other, yet belle couldn’t be more correct.  going against the odds was what she had pushed herself to do, especially after that little secret reaching her ears so why would she follow something as fickle as the stars? in fact, she didn’t even knew about her astrology until this certain ravenclaw decided to use her for a quick study.

fast forward to years later, to tonight, the red haired shakes her head. 》 you’re correct. what would you classify with as tonight then? since i’m not wearing red, and it is my sign’s whole thing.  《 • along with being a famous sign for die hard gryffindors, and thank merlin she would never be able to fall into that category. 》

#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #ravbelle

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it’s as if he knows -- well, he might, since when her sexual endeavours have been a secret? -- she’s a sucker for some compliment, but this time her grin fades within seconds so her lips could part and let out a pleasured noise, surprising even herself. who knew he had it in him? from kissing her lips to her flesh in the next moment, that is, the red haired couldn’t be more shocked and a little aroused by that, as wrong as it might be.

( he’s your best friend, stop it ).

neither of them ceise, and she closes her eyes, feeling her head grow hazier by the second and the most of her thanking how much alcohol she consumed because this is so much easier then. her fingers gently touch his scalp, running up and down and then her lips are on his again and she forgets where they are, who they are, and what they should be doing--which isn’t this, for sure.

but will she obey?

“how do you want to have me?” she questions, flickering her eyes from his lips up to his darkened orbs. her hands drop to his own waist and it’s with mastery the robe falls open and she can trace the waistband of his rather indiscreet underwear. 

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wonslytherin:

He leans close, maybe to kiss her– maybe, but she moves mindlessly fast and away, leaving him yet to taste his best friend’s lips. He holds his hand up, trying to keep his balance before shrugging. 

“An angel, I’m guessing” he says in all honesty, as if there’s a feeling in him to find that ‘angel’ but as always, intoxication wins this round. 

“Why can’t I call you what I want to” he says, whines, but it comes off as a little mumble– like a calling that might or might not make her a little warm. 

He lifts his hand up, holding her chin up a little, eyes on her lips. “I want this” he says, and smiles again– this time blinking and faking innocence. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

brianna considers herself to be attentive and fairly intelligent, being able to pick on both academic subjects and personal nuances some -- and even herself, a few years back -- wouldn't, but the girl is so damn wrong. in other cases, call it low esteem, in this one, she chooses not to believe these are actually mixed signs--they are best friends, both drunken off their heads, and it's only usual for a touch or a glance to linger for a little longer. isn't it? yes, it has to be just th—

or not. her eyes widen in a shock that's actually visible, but her mouth remains shut. had he planned this all along? or was this just a spur of the moment, fed by the alcohol in his blood and the classily accentuated cleavage, so exposed yet so elegantly caged? she licks her bottom lips, suddenly forced to glance up at him both by the difference of height between them, gravity and its damned attraction.

and why wouldn't she? it's not as if she ever denied anyone, her hazy mind tells her. jaewon is the most deserving one, she tells herself mentally, before bringing her free hand to the back of his neck and pressing her lips on his, not allowing any worries or space between them.

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#( GTG ) #◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #wonslytherin

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Song : Irony

Artist : Wonder Girls

Album : The Wonder Years

#◖just the beating of hearts like two drums in the grey • radio ◗

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wonslytherin:

She’s nearly damped, and he wonders how many times he has wished to have been responsible for it– to drink her down in all the amount of sea he can drown himself in. She takes him, closer and he takes it the wrong way. He’s not Jung Jaewon, tonight, no– not the passive aggressive, not the ignorant, not the coward. 

He moves closer, frostbites trailing with his voice. “Always” he says, luring her in. “But I lost count, really” he says, smiles smugly– and maybe a little over-the-top charming. He pouts, letting her touch him in the most normal way. 

“Can’t I have..something better, Brianna Myoui?”  he smiles again, hiccups– what a foolish night, Jung Jaewon. 

if he’s weird, she’s weirder, and she feels her heart stirring in the most comfortable way it has through the entire emotionally catastrophic night it’s been. once her shoes are off, she removes herself from him, bending down to pick them up and return to walking aimlessly by her best friend’s side. she allows him to let his hand on her, but bree denies her chest from feeling anything more than completely drunk.

“who undressed you?” now there is that hint of a jokester she was previously known for, laced with only a bit of sincere honesty. she never took jaewon for an exhibitionist, but then he might think the same of her, eh? 

“don’t call me that,” comes out as a hiss, fingers curling tightly around the material of her pumps--no, stop it. you’re not the fucking center into this, it’s not his bloody fault her last name makes her skin crawl. brianna takes a deep breath, thankful for the cold night breeze to soothe the heat within her. “what is it that you want? i’ll give it to you.” he has a pretty smile, hasn’t he?

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#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #wonslytherin

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Call her beautiful like it’s her first name.

(via urxputa)

#◖'cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs • thoughts ◗

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《 • her mouth feels dry, and there’s nothing unusual about that. it’s been years, and she’s picked on enough to know what she needs--how easy would it be to conjure a glass of water for someone with her abilities? yet, in this moment, the girl has more firewhiskey in her body than any other liquid, so she must make her way through the mess of bodies and loud music.

before she could make it to her destination her name is called, and the simple motion of turning to see whose voice is this makes her slightly dizzy, but brianna is almost completely sure she does not know this person. is it normal to feel uncomfortable with this that she would call intrusion, while others would call sympathy?

but her eyes land on the drink by the male’s hand and she leans against the closest wall to pace herself. her quest has ended. 》

a little. have you dropped your date or that has their name on it?

sidewalks.

(/ alcohol heats his veins and fuels him to flutter from stranger to stranger to stranger. his chest is warm and he finds himself with two drinks in hand. kyle looks around for a moment, acknowledging the strong punch of what he just drank, unable to locate the friend he’s supposed to give a drink to. so he segues to another person as butterflies do flowers ) havin’ a great night there, bree?

#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #kyffindor #( pls shorten it jskjskaljksa sTOP ME )

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wonslytherin:

It’s dark, not the dark you see from dimmed lights, but the hazy heavy feeling you get as alcohol starts crawling up to your throat, intoxicating and a little too much. He’s just there, a robe around him to cover up all the amount of nothingness he feels. He’s drunk, everybody knows that, but some stranger might have magically taken away his antlers and left him there. 

He pushes himself up, trying to fight the heavy feeling thumping down his whole entity. He walks, thinks he’s walking on thin air as the cold breeze brushes against his porcelain skin. He walks through the hallway, making out a hue– scarlet red and it hits him fast. Guilt starts surging through for leaving his date. 

“Bree!” he cheers. “Who needs hangover cures?” he muses, wrapping an arm around her, resting his head against hers, walking along side. “Have you always been this pretty? ~” 

it’s not like she had minded him leaving her hanging--not too much, at least: deep down the thought of this being an utter joke, just another game for him accompanied her through this night and the night before. at least it seems like he’s had his share of fun, she thinks, comforted by that and ready to lead him back inside so he could find another source of unhealthy amusement.

that’s when he touches her, and the skinship is hardly foreign. he’s always touchy when he’s drunk, she’s touchy when she’s cold, it’s a dynamic that works out fine, but it’s not that what ticks her. “i...have?” pretty, he never calls her pretty, and brianna decides to blame it on the alcohol stupor how her cheeks glow in only two shades lighter than her fiery locks.

“looks like you might need one,” she notes, trying to recall potion ingredients only to find herself thinking of something entirely different so she gives up within two seconds, leaning closer to him so she would balance herself properly while removing her heels. “this bloody pash,” her accent slips along with annoyance, not to mention relief to be around someone she could be the closest of her real self with.

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《 • she will have one more fill, and that’s it, at least for the hour, bree tells herself. and self-control shouldn’t be hard--far from that, isn’t it what she’s good at? well, with some things better than others, decidedly.

however that is, she moves to the drinks table. a glance is thrown to the punch bowl, enchanted to never dry out and although that was quite a clever charm, brianna has heard too many things to allow herself to repeat the first dose from hours ago ( the amount of alcohol students decided to throw in the mix had made its alcohol level become unbearable even for her, unfortunately ). no, if she goes for a light drink, it would make her not need to end things earlier tonight, isn’t it?

so she reaches for one last bottle, only to find someone’s hand also touching the bottom part. 》

mine.

#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #gryalec #lxn: yule ball #( i dID IT IM SHOOK @ MYSELF )

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slyanna:

picking out an outfit for yule ball had been a breeze for anna - mostly because she didn’t exactly have a choice as her mother has decided on what she would wear for her. sent all the way from america was a hand-sewn, beautiful red dress that she absolutely fell in love with. her mother was always great with a sewing machine, but never did she imagine that her dress would turn out so gorgeous.

upon hearing the voice of her roommate, she jumped off the bed, knocking over her shoes in the process, and quickly scurried over. she zipped up the other’s dress then dusted off her hands as if she’s done such a great deed.

“you’re looking great! you look like the black goose or whatever that natalie portman movie was called.” she scrunched her brows together before brushing the thought away.

unlikely slytherins are the best, and brianna does not fail on keeping them close--or them keeping her close, it seemed. the point was anna was a better friend than many, and possibly more than she deserved thus making the other the perfect roommate to stick close when dressing up. 

the compliment is very much appreciated, and bree lets her hair loose to fall in wine loops against soft dress and softer skin. “black swan,” the ballerina responds automatically, rolling her eyes. anna had made them watch it at least twice, yet she couldn’t remember its name. “i guess it wasn’t my intention, but thank you.” she guesses. black swan was never her cup of tea, and after such a movie especially.

“are you sure you’re representing us, miss?” the japanese jokes lightly, raising a brow as she turns at the cherry red dress her friend wore. “you could be a forest nymph, if the shade was a wee darker.”

#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #slyanna

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now it’s not only her feet, now back in their golden cage, that aches--her head is starting to show signs of another massive hangover, and she could feel a dull thing in her chest that makes her mind race and look for only one person. taehyung, it mumbles, aware he would be able to distract her for at least ten minutes, as he has done earlier. would it be too rude to interrupt him if he already had company? nah, she dismisses selfishly, deciding she’d just end up joining them anyways.

however it’s not her promiscuous buddy she meets at the hall’s entrance, but the boy she was supposed to be with. that’s what dates are for, right? but jaewon was also her friend, and friends give each other liberties, and that’s what they had seemed to do tonight. 

“you wouldn’t have any instant hangover cures on you, would you?” she asks with an unamused smile, barely noticing his lack of attire.

#◖don’t think about the choices you make • answered◗ #wonslytherin