#aureliians

[michaelscorner]

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Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ michael → stephen ]  no homo but like[ michael → stephen ]  12/10 would let you punch me again

[rvncorns-blog]

?? / $ / ♀

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

noah → stephen: i just love you so much and i don’t deserve you and you’re good you’re GOLDEN and i don’t know why you’re with me but i don’t wanna think about life without you because it wasn’t good before i had you and if i didn’t have you again i think it would be worse knowing what i’m missing [sent @ 3:21 am]noah → stephen: i might spontaneously combust if you ever bring up me saying that [sent @ 12:03 pm]noah → stephen: but i meant it [sent @ 12:03 pm]noah → stephen: all of it [sent @ 12:04 pm]

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

noah → stephen: this is weird and my hands keep getting sweatynoah → stephen: and my heart keeps racing and that hasn’t happened beforenoah → stephen: what does this fucking mean, millie, did i fucking play myself by doing this to himnoah → stephen: that was all meant for millie ignore that

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

noah → stephen: i know you hate me.noah → stephen: i hate me, too.noah → stephen: but i loved you. i love you. noah → stephen: i can’t just stop loving you.

that last one made me think of this 

[sueyqli]

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Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[12:12 pm] So I know things are awkward right now, but I have a real concern I need to address with you. [12:12 pm] Is...is the kissing cactus thing a kink?[12:12 pm] Terry told me he saw you staring down at my succulent garden for seventeen minutes yesterday before picking one up and kissing it[12:13 pm] It’s none of my business, but I think it’s something we should address as a club because the kissing cactus thing was funny the first few times, but you’ve been doing it without our prompting and I don’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself.[12:15 pm] You have your read receipts on, Stephen, I know you’re reading these. [12:16 pm] Stephen.

[trcydvs]

acedia

the moment noah tells her to, tracey says no.

but noah’s got that expression on his face, one that shows up once in a blue moon, pleading and apprehensive – and tracey gets it. she does. if she had to spend hours with padma, trying to remain professional about it, she would’ve flipped, too, hard. she gets it, but she doesn’t want to, but she knows she has to, because even though noah’s a piece of shit, they’re both pieces of shit, and even if tracey doesn’t want to admit it, she respects him. so she sighs, rubs at her eyes with her fingers, and says yes.

this does not mean she will not avoid him for as long as she can.

there are the simple things that the captains talk about, once or twice in every term. which team gets which part of the shed, shit-talking about which team is the worst at using the locker rooms, potential practice matches, going over the time slots they’ll give madam hooch for the teams’ practices. usually, they’ve also got the small problem of having all their equipment thrown around the pitch – nothing done to harm them, but it does eat away from their practice time, and they need to speak to the captains about it. noah would be the one to do this. but noah’s fucked up, and tracey has to cover for him.

talking to morag is easy – it’s all bite and laughter and mutual respect, her eyebrows quirking up when tracey mentions noah’s inability to meet with the other captains to discuss potential practice matches and regular practice times for their respective teams. talking to morag is easy, because she doesn’t really care much about whatever is going on in the slytherin team when they’re outside the quidditch pitch, and when they’re in it, she only cares about fucking them up. tracey can respect that.

talking to ginny is a little bit more difficult, because she’s a lot more defensive towards her team than morag, who knows the ravenclaws would never bother with slytherin equipment, that they don’t give a damn if they’re not using their practice time effectively, or not. the gryffindors don’t share that mutual apathy with them – she’d suggested that it could be them to noah, when it happened twice in a row, but he wants her to talk to everyone and he wants her to do it quick, and tracey doesn’t want noah to explode into – angsty little pieces, or anything. ginny tells her she’ll talk to her team members, but that she doesn’t think anybody on the gryffindor team would feel the need to sabotage them in such a silly way, considering their track record. tracey leaves, rolling her eyes at ginny’s apparent pride, the taste of ash inside her mouth. but that’s not the worst of it, not really.

it’s not like – it’s not like stephen hates her, or anything, or that there’s anything bad between them, it’s just that – when tracey starts talking about quidditch, stephen will know that noah avoided him, that he sent her in his place. and then stephen will get angry, and tracey will have to deal with passive-aggressive glances at her way first thing in the morning during herbology club meeting next monday, and she doesn’t want that.

but the thought of having to talk to padma like this, like nothing has happened – like her blood doesn’t boil at the thought of her, skin burning from underneath – makes her dizzy, so she decides that she has to. hooch is waiting for their timetable, noah asks her if she’s talked to him yet every day, and tracey’s always been a procrastinator. she really doesn’t want to get involved with this mess, but house blood – runs thicker than her reluctance towards life.

she taps on stephen’s shoulder after their meeting and beckons him towards an empty hallway, sighing as the words spill from her lips. the competition they’ve got going on is – it’s healthy, she likes to think, if you don’t count that one of her friends ( and it’s hard to call noah that, but it’s the truth ) broke his heart. but they usually ignore that, when they talk – and that doesn’t happen much, either. stephen looks at her as she speaks, at first contemplative, and then it hits him – and she can see the fury in his eyes, and she really didn’t want to be involved in this.

i’ll ask my team, he says, through gritted teeth. though if your team consists only of cowards, like your captain, then maybe you deserve it.

tracey sighs as he turns, hands formed into fists, her arms wrapped around her books. she doesn’t think noah would have done the same for her, but – but. the thought comforts her. it’s not her business.

[sueyqli]

slurred words

“Stephen is like. Super nice and everything, but he’s also super dumb. It’s not a bad dumb though, it’s a nice dumb. He’s like one of those puppies who see his reflection in the mirror and think its a new friend and bump his head into the mirror trying to say hello.” Sue giggled, cuddling the potted gardenia plant in her arms close to her chest. “He’s really tall and has kissed most of the succulents in the greenhouse. I think it’s a kink. He hasn’t confirmed it yet, but I’m concerned.” She blinked, suddenly frowning. “But we’re not friends anymore because Noah hurt him. Me too. I-” She paused, pressing her lips together into a thin line. “I fucked up.”

[rvncorns-blog]

☺️

Send ☺ for my muse to do a body shot off yours.

noah thinks he doesn’t like body shots. they’re a little ridiculous in theory.but when he looks at stephen, he realizes that he might love body shots.

he’s not sure how much he’s had to drink, but it must be a lot considering he agreed to this. that’s how it was last time, too — a wide grin splitting his face, his head light and whirling with wispy thoughts. laughs bubbled up through his lips at the suggestion of it, and nothing had felt quite this good in ages, so he said yes. of course, it was tracey doing a body shot off of him the last time, and stephen could hardly stand a conversation with him then, and this night is definitely, definitely a thousand times better than that one for at least a thousand-and-one reasons.

stephen’s laying on the table and noah presses the shot into his hand and slips the lime wedge in his mouth before glancing down with a grin. “ this night keeps getting better and better. ” his breath is warm on stephen’s neck when he licks a long stripe. he sprinkles the salt carelessly. most of it missed and —

“ missed a spot. ” he leans back down, one hand on the side of stephen’s face as he presses messy kisses to the other side of his jaw. he doesn’t bother adding more salt before he licks what’s there off.

he tips back the shot quickly, and pulls the lime from stephen’s mouth. he winces slightly at the burn of the alcohol in his throat but he doesn’t hesitate in offering him a sloppy smile.

he can still taste the salt and lime on his mouth as he leans in to kiss stephen again.

“ is it your turn now ? ”

[ofsight]

☠

Send ☠ for our muses to do shots together. 

“Oi! Enough of this firewhiskey nonsense. I need tequila,” Parvati slammed her fist forcefully on the surface of the drinks table, knocking over a few cups but hardly noticing in her current state. After scanning the surrounding area, she finally noticed what appeared to be a nearly-empty tequila bottle and grabbed it greedily. 

“Hey, care to join?” She caught the attention of the person standing nearest to her, which at that moment happened to be Stephen. “It’s only right that I do a shot with one of my wonderful hosts.” Parvati smiled, grabbing two plastic cups and divvying up the remaining tequila evenly between them. She handed Stephen one, and didn’t wait for a toast or a cheers before tossing the other right back down her throat.

“Mmm, disgusting. My favorite,” she grimaced.

[abbbott]

☺

Hannah had originally planned on staying delightfully tipsy for the whole party, but somehow she’d gotten to this point. It was the games, and the good company, and the way she kept getting thirsty. She didn’t mind, not right now, that she was absolutely hammered.

She was hardly the only one. 

With a bottle of — well, she wasn’t sure what it was, she was making her way through the room, in search for the perfect body. Eyes fell on Stephen, then, and she grinned. “Oi, cap!,” she yelled, moving over and looking him up and down. “Lie down. I wanna do a body shot. You can take one from me once I’m done.” 

And soon enough, Stephen Cornfoot lied on his back. Hannah pulled his shirt up, poured some liquor beneath his navel and moved quickly, licking most of it up and whooping. “Heck yeah!” A laugh burst past her lips then and she staggered, falling on a sofa ( half-deliberately ) and pulling up her shirt. “Wanna have a go?”