#epasher

[epgabriel-blog]

` DRIVE ME WILD .

@epasher

gabriel’s not sure how he ended up with glitter in his hair and smeared of his cheeks and neck, but he vaguely remembers a girl wearing fairy wings saying he needed glitter because it would make him even more magical - of course, gabriel would have been sceptical, had he not had more alcoholic drinks than he could count. 

his shirt hangs crooked off his body, unbuttoned halfway to expose his chest, a sheen of sweat making his skin shine in the multicoloured party lights. thank god someone had turned the music up early on; he likes how he can feel the bass vibrating through the room and up into his very bones. 

but despite how peaceful he’s felt for the majority of the party, the pleasant heat that swims in his veins freezes over as his eyes fall on asher. it’s as if there’s a magnet in his eyes, and another in asher, because even without trying gabriel’s eyes always find him, even in a crowded room of dancing bodies. they lock on his hair, which gabriel notes is stupid. 

all of him is stupid, he thinks.

leaning his hip against a nearby table laden with food and empty cups, and bottles of various drinks he watches asher talk to a slytherin girl. something stiffens in his shoulders and makes his hands curl into fists, nails digging into his palms as he watches the slytherin girl lay her hand on asher’s bicep, peering straight into his eyes and getting so close gabriel’s sure they’d be able to keep a single sheet of parchment held up between them. 

his jaw sets, teeth grinding as he attempts to avert his gaze. it works for all of thirty seconds before his eyes are returning to asher, once again his heartbeat quickening at the disgusting way the girl’s looking at asher, and the way he’s letting her get all up in his personal space - gabriel thought he was better than than; than a party hook-up. 

before he’s even noticed he’s moving gabriel realises he’s only about a foot away from asher, with no intentions of stopping - why would he when he needs to make sure asher knows gabriel doesn’t approve. so he bumps his shoulder hard against asher’s as he passes him to grab a cookie from the snack table behind him, turning to asher as he takes a bite and letting his eyes flit back and forth between him and the girl. 

[epdarcy-blog]

i want the k!!

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number ( 10 ) CLOSED 

neck kiss !

the room was blurry. 

that’s the only thing that darcy’s mind as he struggles to recenter himself. fuck this what was the last time darcy was going to party in this damn school, nope he wasn’t going to be tempted by stupid promises of butterbeer and various other alcohols that his classmates pushed towards him.

it was too dizzy. no that wasn’t the word he was supposed to use to describe what he was feeling - all he knew was that he was currently clinging onto someone, his brain fuzzy as he was lean against the other.

oh was it asher? god he hated that asshole. 

groaning darcy couldn’t help lean into the other. really too lazy to even try to move away from asher at this point. his lips gently brushing against the other’s neck

“ if you’re gonna drag me around to the bloody dungeon you call a dorm, take me to ten’s or mickey’s dorm, i can’t stand ya. “ he rambles on, fuck he really needed to stop going to these parties for sure, he didn’t want to end up doing he regrets even more.

“ just don’t leave me outside the ravenclaw tower, i don’t want to get scolded by the perfects alright.” as always, even when he’s hammered and obviously having a lower hand, snarky and pretentious even during this situation. 

“ seriously, i’ll hex ya if i end up outside the dorm alright.” he sneers, his words a bit slurred as he did so. 

[epxjohnny-blog]

i want the k

4; forehead kiss ( d’aw )

“You know, studying would prove more helpful if you actually looked at the book.”

Johnny sometimes regrets offering himself as a tutor, he wanted to help others complete their classes with high marks, but helping others required them to actually want the help.

“But this is boring,” Asher mused, flicking one of the pages. “Why do I need to know this stuff anyway?”

A look of deadpan answered the other’s question as Johnny got his pen and tapped the book. “You need to.” that was that. A long sigh left Asher as his lips pursed to a pout and Johnny got an idea. Usually he used this method on his youngest sister, but surely it could would on a young man as well.

“For every answer you get right, I’ll give you a prize.” he spoke after a moment. 

“What kind of prize?”

“You’ll see.”

Apparently that worked, as when Johnny described the next question, Asher actually took a few moments to think of an answer before spouting out a correct one ( for once ). 

“Correct.”

A grin laced Asher’s lips as he awaited his prize, so Johnny leaned forward and placed a small kiss to his forehead.”

“…That was my prize?”

“It works with my sister.”

“….Alright, I’ll take it.” 

[epsophie-blog]

⟡ tipsy talk

@epasher ▶ mini event 01

Hm.

Sophie wasn’t sure if this Butterbeer was just stronger than usual or if she was just amazingly off her game, but somehow she was feeling hell of a lot more buzzed than she usually did after a couple of bottles. The prospect that someone had spiked all the crates briefly crossed her mind—and would explain a lot of things—but she was beyond caring. It was her last year at Hogwarts and, Prefect or not, she had decided to loosen up a tad in an attempt to make more memories befitting one almost out of their teenage years.

Only... it didn’t usually involve talking to someone she’d much rather give detention to on any given day. But it was a party; Sophie wasn’t about to lord her Prefect status over everyone who she knew had been out after curfew—multiple times—and at the same she never quite saw herself having this type of conversation with Asher.

“You know... you actually look good. If I didn’t find you utterly headache inducing I’d find you somewhat attractive.” Tipsy Turner had arrived.