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Butch Plutonium Seventh Year / Slytherin / Captain If you don't give a fuck.

[that-other-copular]

Detention again?

[that-other-copular]

Well, well, well, well, well.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*Sways as he wells* Well, well, well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.

[that-other-copular]

Detention again?

Say it isn’t so!

[butcher-with-a-bat]

So, so, so, so, so. *Smirks*

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

...This is such bullshit.

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

*Smiles against his beloveds lips and happily returns the kiss. His lips moved in time with Butch, just like they always seemed fo do when they kissed. He reached out and pulled Butch towards him. Causing him to stumble back into a wall and letting out a small, soft grunt*

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*Butch smiled into the kiss as the pair found their way against a wall. It was always like this. Grubber and Butch were either not touching, or all over each other, there didn't seem to be an in between -- and Butch was not complaining. He snaked his hands around Grubber's hips, slowly slipping them under the material of the shirt and grazing Grubber's back in rhythm with their kissing.*

[leather-jacket-trouble-make-blog]

Even though it's a new year...

[leather-jacket-trouble-make-blog]

Because my last recipe for happiness did me fucking wonders, huh Butch? *looks over at him* Why don’t you go suck on Grubber’s dick and fuck off.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

You Roge, old buddy, old pal, that's not a fucking bad idea. I'll go do that now. 

[brickbyfuckinbrick]

*he shakes his head, in disbelief that his brother could be so arrogant* I don’t fuckin’ take a quip at Boomer whenever I get the chance. I fuckin’ love him to pieces and he knows that ‘cause since I’ve been back, we’ve actually had a heart to heart and he knows that nothin’ I say is ever meant maliciously. If I take a quip at him, then why was I sayin’ to him how I’d always be there for him? That I love him and he’ll always be my brother, that I don’t care if he’s gay or not? Yeah, that’s me being the fuckin’ arsehole as usual. *brick stands up and shakes his head once more* That’s the thing though, Butch— I don’t want to talk to you. Not anymore.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

Fucking idiot, I never said you don't fucking care. You can care for people and take fucking quips at them Brick, which you fucking do. All the time. You make people feel like shit, which is fine and dandy you're my brother I fucking love you, but I can't fucking stand you. So good fucking news, the feeling is mutual. Glad we're on the same page about not talking anymore.

[leather-jacket-trouble-make-blog]

Even though it's a new year...

*Cracks open a bottle of firewhiskey and takes a chug* I think I’ll stick to my old ways.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

Sounds like a fucking recipe for happiness, Roge.

[brickbyfuckinbrick]

And you don’t think that maybe there’s a reason why I don’t talk to either of you two about my problems? Because there is. *brick casts his gaze down to the floor* I feel like you’re both strangers to me, I try my hardest with you and I get nothing in return. Why would I try and talk to people who don’t want anything to do with me anyway? And it just fuckin’ hurts because I can’t see what I’ve done that’s so wrong. I thought you’d have been pleased that I came back because that showed that I stood up for Boomer and that I went against what mum and dad said because I supported my brothers more. Then you both just ignore what I sacrificed for you? Because I could have turned against you both, I could have been mum and dad’s favourite and they could have spoiled me endlessly and treated me like a fucking king, but I chose you instead and you just don’t care, acting as if I’m some cunt who’s treated you like shit when I’ve given up so much for you and I always have done. I have never given up on you, though. Even as kids, I was always there to look out for you and to pick up the pieces when it all goes wrong. But who’s there to pick me up when I need it? Nobody. And do you know how that fucking feels? To be so fucking lonely? Because it isn’t nice, not in the fucking slightest.  

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*Stopped listening to Brick after he said he tries his hardest and gets nothing in return* Brick, this is not your fucking hardest. Your fucking hardest would not be taking a quip at Boomer every fucking chance you get when you fucking talk to him. Like I just fucking said, want to talk to me? Get to know me? Go get a fucking drink with me. I can't remember the last time we've done that. 'Kay?

[brickbyfuckinbrick]

I don’t fucking question you? I try and have a laugh with you but I’ll make a joke and you’ll take it so seriously. In the end I’m still your fucking brother and I actually care about you. You play it off like I don’t give a shit but I care about you more than mum and dad ever will, you just fail to see that. And don’t act like you’re so fucking perfect yourself because you don’t know fucking hardly anything about me and Boomer’s the same. Neither of you bother asking how I am and neither of you understand how fucking difficult it is being me, the fucking centre of it all. You’re both selfish. But it’s fine, I get it. Nobody gives a fuck about me, they never have, so I’m not expecting you to start now.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

Good, because I don't really plan on it. *Frowns* And look at the fucking pot calling the kettle black, you could just as easily find me. Or Boomer, for that matter. But you don't. *Quirks a challenging eyebrow*

[brickbyfuckinbrick]

*brick’s brows furrow as he folds his arms across his lap. he stays silent for a moment, taking in his brother’s words before finally cracking.* What’s your problem with me? It feels like ever since I’ve come back, you just haven’t even tried to be nice to me. I thought we were supposed to be close? But I feel like I don’t even fuckin’ know you right now. Like, seriously. Who the fuck even are you? ‘Cause you ain’t acting like my brother.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

I don't like spending time with you the same reason you don't like being stuck with our parents, Brick. You fucking question me when we're hanging out and honestly, unless we're drinking together, I don't feel comfortable around you. It's as simple as that. When I'm looking for someone to jump down my throat about fucking something, I come talk to you.

[brickbyfuckinbrick]

I can do what I like! Considering I am the oldest after all. Anyway, the fuck have you been up to lately? Ain’t seen you in a while.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*Rolls his eyes at the oldest comment* What can I say, I've got a busy schedule. Important fucking people to see, and I guess you're a ways down on the list brother dearest. *Shrugs*

[brickbyfuckinbrick]

Alright, Captain Sarcasm.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

Don't wear out my name, prick.

[brickbyfuckinbrick]

I’m in desperate need of a fuckin’ massage, my back is killing me.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

Boo fucking who.

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

...This is such bullshit.

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

Yeah I would. I think its a little overdue, don’t you?

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*As he's stepping closing to Grubber, taking him up in his embrace* In that case, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. *Grins as he tucks a hand under Grubber's chin, guiding their lips to each other once again for a long awaited snog.*

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

...This is such bullshit.

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

*Was expecting something else but his lips return the passionate kiss, leaving him breathless when Butch pulled away* Why the hell would I ever..*closes the apace between them and kisses Butch passionately again* do that? *Can only look into his eyes at the moment because Grubber officially wants their pants off* Was that my welcome back kiss?

[butcher-with-a-bat]

No, that was an I missed you kiss. *Flashes a smile* Do you want a welcome back kiss?

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

...This is such bullshit.

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

*Feels his words stab him like knives* Excuse me?

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*Closes the space between him and Grubber as he passionately kisses him. Steps back to where he was* I don't know how long muggles celebrate Christmas and New Years, *shrugs again* I thought you could've been just avoiding the castle.

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

...This is such bullshit.

[pfft-grubber-pfft]

You act as if I did it on purpose, Butch.

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*Shrugs* How am I supposed to know if you did or not?

[coolest-puffer-boomer]

While in the Qudditch Changing rooms...

*Taking his shirt off before he heard a sound* Hello?

[butcher-with-a-bat]

*Finds Boomer in the Hufflepuff section* Huh, thought I heard someone. *Nods in Boomer's direction* Coming or going?