#slyethan

[hoonpuff-blog]

the safety dance

@slyethan

( / an untied shoelace had caused jihoon to awkwardly make his way out of the dance floor, constantly having to pause and wait for people to get off the dangling string. his last few steps hopped to save himself from the constant feet and find safety in a nearby chair. fingers immediately pulling off his suit jacket, tossing it aside on the table before he brought the shoe up to the edge of the chair, fingers twisting around the laces to begin doing them up. ) ( / it was a familiar voice that made his gaze lift, looking over his shoulder and realizing that he recognize someone else who was at the table. ) “ethan?” ( / he smiles at the slytherin. one of the few he has found he wanted to be friends with. someone he saw only softness in. ) “are you having fun?” ( / its a cordial question, fingers going to loosen his tie once more around his neck and twisting to face the boy more. )

[huffmikhail-blog]

like a bitch.

oh, how sweet the rise of technology. finally, the castle allowed phones, and with that, mikhail felt more at ease than he ever had without it. he couldn’t count the number of phones he’d lost in the attempt to sneak them in, and though all of them could easily be replaced, his patience and temper could not be sated. but, finally, technology was allowed, and mikhail had never felt more at ease walking down the hallways with earphones stuck in his ear listening to his music, which could range from smooth jazz to --

“stop acting like a bitch,” he mumbled along to the music, eyes closed, head bobbing along, “put your hands up!”

which was probably the least attractive thing, but one couldn’t blame him for being in high spirits. except, it seemed, for the guy who he sat next to for the charms class, bag smoothly placed on the floor and books on the table. he pulled the earphones down, smiling bashfully. “sorry -- i said that out loud, didn’t i?”

@slyethan

[puffleri-blog]

✆#&%ツ

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) WAKE UP IM TAKING YOU TO BRUNCH IN CELEBRATION FOR THAT ACCEPTABLE YOU GOT IN CHARMS💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) you look like a frog( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) like a really cute frog wtf

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) anw i kno!! im like hard on u but thats bc i think u can be better — so  man up, im not doing this to be mean, okay? 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) are we really the same height????( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) i can never tell bc ur posture is always!! shit!!!( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) im having minhyuk measure us tomorrow 

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

( sms → ethan🐸💕 ) ARE U READY TO SPEND CHRISTMAS W ME AND MINHYUK!!

[slydevon-blog]

Spill it + Do you ever regret the way you treat me now?

regret tastes like what ethan did on her tongue. a soft, melting sort of taste (his was sweet; regret was tart) that fades away to nothing with time. she’ll feel nothing with time. here, her tongue wriggles behind its ivory cage, aching for usage she would not allow (if not for the sake of her pride). instead, she musters a soft shake of her head, maneuvering her charmed quill to write, in neat print, between the space separating them.

i treat you like what a mudblood deserves. 

[wonslytherin-blog]

Spill it + What's your favorite porn of all time?

“There are so many options…but I favor the one we’ve watched together” he teases.

[puffleri-blog]

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“You’re no longer my favorite Hufflepuff, bye.”

“oh?” she feigns surprise, arm slinging over the boy’s shoulders casually. “who is then? that prat vernon? come on.” jinri grins teasingly, leaning her weight on him slightly. “don’t be mean, ethan.”

[puffleri-blog]

⟪ ∙ OBEDEAR ∙ ⟫

it wasn’t that she was an exceptional tutor (one would think to ask a ravenclaw for that sort of thing), but that lucille at least had some sort of “umph” in her that kept her tutees diligent (she’s almost certain it’s the innate ability to put the fear of god in all of them)—which was the point of tutoring, wasn’t it? to not waste either of their times?

“ethan,” she bites back the ‘you little inept imbecile’ that threatens to slip past, twirling the wand in her grasp absently, exasperation evident in her tone, the furrow of delicate brows, lips pulled into a tight frown. 

“are you even trying?” she shoots him a sharp look. “it’s not even nonverbal—which, by the way, you should have learned how to do those last year.” 

lucille heaves a sigh, regret sinking in the pits of her stomach. it had been a mistake to have agreed to tutor him in the first place; it wasn’t like she didn’t know of ethan’s incompetency when it came to charms—honestly, what was she thinking?

“réessayer,” the hufflepuff starts, pausing at the slip of tongue as she waves a hand dismissively, gesturing him to do it again.

“like this,” a flick of her wand over the green apple she’s placed before them, hardening into stone as soon as she mutters the incantation. 

“duro.” 

then, she meets his eyes, brow quirked and head jerking toward the boy’s own apple. “your turn.” jinri doesn’t even have to tell him the consequences of messing up again. 

@slyethan

[wonslytherin-blog]

teach me your ways

*& @slyethan​

Softer, softest.

Harder, hardest. 

It’s one of those times that the common room has been emptied, that the Slytherin house itself has been emptied because the students are busy watching the quidditch games. So there it leaves the corrupt and the innocent alone like a prey with his little prize. 

But if the tale is what you think, that the prey will eat the prize up, he won’t. Instead, he teaches. Jaewon doesn’t even know why Ethan has been so curious about it, about how the muggle world has entertained a pure blood like Jung Jaewon. The older carefully piles his tapes on the table, leaning his back against the couch as he relaxes. 

“Pick your poison” he says, smiles a sly smile as he waits, every tape is poison.