Punk ass kid

Roger || Slytherin || Pureblood || Seventh Year || I'm the guy who throws bricks at your window, and it isn't because I'm trying to be cute or romeo with you. It's because I'm hoping it either smacks you or that your day is ruined thanks to your window now being broken. I do what I want and I get what I want. That's the end of it. There is no "Oh he just needs someone to understand." when it comes to me. I truly just don't give a fuck.

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*Looks back out the window because for some reason that hit him harder than it should have* I was really just a mistake for you, wasn’t I? I mean I know it shouldn’t hurt as much as it does, but it is really kicking my heart in the ass. *keeps talking as if this...

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I don't want you to want to run away, though, Brick. I want you want this completely. I can't let myself get hope again because the last time I did it only backfired. They found someone better. I didn't even get a fucking chance to prove anything to them and they left. And it was someone I never thought would leave me. The fact that you want to run away from what we could have before we even have had it scares me. A lot. *Gently tilts Brick's chin up so their gaze meets again* You seriously need to want this, Brick, because a lot of shit is going to follow if anybody ever finds out. And I don't want to deal with that if you don't truly feel like I am the one you want around all the time. But if I am. I'd make damn fucking sure that no asshole ever trashed you. I'd defend up through thick and thin. But I can't fight it alone.

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*Looks over at him now* What’s so wrong with Brick Plutonium?

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*brick forces a laugh* Ha, everything, apparently. His brothers can’t stand him, he can’t keep his family together, his temper’s too short, he says things he doesn’t mean, he has nobody to confide in, he has nobody that he trusts, he’s just… pure shit.

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*Looks back out the window because for some reason that hit him harder than it should have* I was really just a mistake for you, wasn't I? I mean I know it shouldn't hurt as much as it does, but it is really kicking my heart in the ass. *keeps talking as if this was what they were even talking about before* I just wanted to feel like I wasn't always going to be a damn mistake for people, like maybe someone actually thought something different of me. But the truth is, no one ever could. *Scoffs softly* You hate yourself because you think you have no one, I guess I really amq. If you wanted to you could have confineded in me, but you don't want to. I mean its not like I even told anyone what we did. *Looks over at Brick again* You were my first, Brick. You were the first one to ever have me completely and you will be the last. I only want you to...know that. I want you to know that you can trust me and I will be there no there what, okay? Just...don't go. I don't think I could handle someone else walking away from me.

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Even though it's a new year...

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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.

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

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*Picks his feet up and kicks back to get more comfortable* I hope that dick is worth the friendship you traded it for, /mate/. *Chuckles and looks over at Butch* And its nice to see you're still the bitch in he relationship. Getting on your knees and all for him. How sweet. Anyway, so long Butch. Have a nice day.

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*Even if Brick didn’t realize it, whenever he spoke that way it only hurt Roger more. A part of hum wondered why he was so different with Brick. When Butch pulled his stunt Roger didn’t even give him a second chance, he didn’t even want to attempt to fix things...

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*Looks over at him now* What's so wrong with Brick Plutonium?

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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.

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Sounds like a fucking recipe for happiness, Roge.

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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.

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*Even though it hurts to talk to him, Roger does it with a smile anyway* Yeah. Sex, booze, and no fucks. That’s the way it should be with everyone. *Holds his bottle up and tilts it a little towards Brick* Not like most of the shits you give a damn about give...

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*Even if Brick didn't realize it, whenever he spoke that way it only hurt Roger more. A part of hum wondered why he was so different with Brick. When Butch pulled his stunt Roger didn't even give him a second chance, he didn't even want to attempt to fix things between them. Yet Brick was making Roger feel like a hideous monster whenever he spoke about forgetting everything. He walked over to the window Brick looked out of and also looked out of it* What would you do if you had that chance right now? What new life would you start?

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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.

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*brick looks up from his bed, glancing over to roger and offering a shrug along with a half-hearted smile* You and me both, y’know. *he nods* I’ll always be the same ol’ cunt, no point tryin’ to change it now.

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*Even though it hurts to talk to him, Roger does it with a smile anyway* Yeah. Sex, booze, and no fucks. That's the way it should be with everyone. *Holds his bottle up and tilts it a little towards Brick* Not like most of the shits you give a damn about give one back anyway, right?

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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.

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And The Snakes Start To Sing ll Selfie ll

Hours later it was still unclear to Roger how he had gotten to the point he was today. Once a guy who could easily have his way with any girl was now a guy who couldn't even keep one lover in his bed for a complete night. It was also unclear when Roger had decided he had had enough of people pretending to want him, and it was unclear to him why he had kicked out his fuck for the night earlier. There was no drug or amount of liquor that could mask what Roger felt right now. Used. The sensation of feeling it felt like little daggers slicing through his entire body, especially his chest. It was harder to breathe and as a result he ended up standing by the edge of the lake rather than continuing the walk he was on. It felt like time was standing still for Roger right now and it was letting him catch up on some much needed thinking time. His thoughts raced around his head at first, each thought getting smooshed into another, but after a while they managed to calm down and began coming one by one. He thought about Butch first, Butch was and would always be first. There was a time when the two were so close it was basically like they were the same person, and in a lot of ways they were. He had wanted things with Butch to be more than what they should've stayed as and as a result it ended in nothing but heartache for Roger. Their friendship was hanging by very thin threads, practically nothing. Then his thoughts went to Brick. The Plutonium who made him feel like an even bigger monster than he already felt like. The one who managed to become Roger's first. Both had made Roger believe that for a moment in time Roger was important to someone and both showed Roger that he could never be important to anyone. Not really. If it hadn't been for the rain Roger would've probably ran into the forest, because now he was crying. Everything within Roger was hurting him. His heart, chest, touch, everything. All Roger had ever wanted was for someone to love him, want him, need him. He had only ever wanted to be happy and make someone else happy. Getting on his knees he brought his hands up to cover his eyes and cry harder. He would always be a would've been, could've been, should've been, never, ever will be to people. He knew that now. Tomorrow Hogwarts was in for a rude wake up, but for now? For now Roger was going to let himself have a much needed cry.

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*he bites down on his lip as roger speaks and he sniffs, reaching up to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand* S-so you should understand why I’m so fuckin’ scared to come out a-and what about my reputation? People would fuckin’ torture me about this, they’d hold it against me. *he clutches his arms across his chest again, almost hugging himself this time as his fingers twist in his cloak* I never intended to hurt you, okay? A-and I don’t want to just leave you behind. I don’t know why, I just don’t. And m-maybe that’s because I really fuckin’ liked being with you ‘cause for the fuckin’ first time I could be myself a-and I didn’t have to worry about what other people thought— I’ve never been more comfortable and I don’t wanna lose out on that but I just… I don’t wanna run the risk of gettin’ caught either. *he takes in a deep breath, hoping it’ll calm him down some more because he’s aware that he looks like a pathetic, crying mess right now* No, my parents don’t wanna know Boomer anymore a-and they won’t want anything to do with me either if they find out. But, thank you. *he glances up and flinches just a little as roger wipes the tears from his cheeks, though soon offers a small smile* I know you can be a good friend, I don’t doubt that. And know that I really didn’t want to hurt you… it shouldn’t just be “another lay”. But I’m glad you think that I was worth it, I do. *and brick takes it upon himself to wrap his arms around roger, pulling him close into his chest*

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*He listened to each word that Brick said and each word was weakening Roger more and more, Before he knew it though he felt himself pulled closer to Brick with his arms around him. It was strange to Roger what was happening right now. Never had he had someone shed tears over him, never had they held him the way Brick was right now, and never,ever had they told him they didn't want to leave him behind. He cupped Brick's face with both his hands and looked into his eyes as he spoke again* Though it hurts to know some reputation is worth more than what hurt you're causing right now, I wouldn't let you go down by yourself, Brick. If people tortured you then you should torture them right back. Don't ever let someone else have the satisfaction of making you feel bad for what you truly want. And if they continued to give you a hard time..well I'll deal with them. Most people know not to fuck with me, just /with/ me. Your parents, sorry to say, make horrible judgement. Look at Boomer, Brick. Is he really so bad that he needs to be casted out like that? Do you really want the approval of people who think like towards someone like Boomer? He's fucking innocent, despite the fact that he's probably been with Norb in the same way we've been together. They're you're parents, yes, but that gives them no right to treat you the way they are treating you or your bothers. *Bites his bottom lip as he thinks about his next words for a couple of seconds.* I-if you don't want me to be another lay, then what do you want? Do you want us to continue on in secrecy? I'd be willing to do that for you. *Presses his forehead against Brick's* I'll do anything you want, just please..*he reached up and gently brushed away a few more stray tears* please don't walk away from me. 

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Fucking detention...

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*looks from him and the professor that’s ‘watching’ them. mouths back* Done.

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*Mouths back again* Shall I distract or you?

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*Returning the smirk* Considering I just busted you out, I’d say yes to that. Hey, I’m not a cheap date, I mean look at me. I’m worth it, *teasing* everyone says so. *Before the first year is out of view behind a corner, Grinch transfigures him back* Now finding Roger, is really not that bloody hard. Your in detention or with someone, *shrugs* had a fifty fifty shot.

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*Rolls his eyes but keeps his smirk* I guess busting me out deserves a reward, even though you busted me out all on your own doing. *Turns from him to walk toward the Hogwarts castle doors that lead to the ground and as a result he didn't see Grinch transfigure the first year back. He turned to Grinch after his last comment and quirked a brow* And if I had been with someone? What then?

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Fucking detention...

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*Butch knew when the bird note landed on his desk it was from Roger, there wasn’t another person in the room who even bothered to talk to him, so there was no other option. Surprised, he read the note. Confused and a little sad, Butch knew he didn’t want to spend the rest of his evening in detention.*

Dear The Stranger From Across the Room,

Stranger danger aside, I’m in. What’d you have in mind? Or shall I just distract?

-Stranger

*Not as skillful as Roger, Butch just balled up his parchment and levitated it back over to Roger, wondering how oblivious Cosmo really was.*

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*Roger didn't bother to look at Butch's reaction to the little note, instead he returned his attention to the parchment. Assuming Butch would just ignore him he began to sketch doodles on his page, that is until a piece of balled up parchment plopped in front of him, Unable to hide a small smirk as he picked up the balled up parchment and opened it. Scanning the words he looked over at Butch and winked to give him the signal that he'd be the distraction this time. Since Roger really didn't have much of a plan at the moment he simply casted a hex to keep Cosmo stunned for a couple of minutes while they made their escape. Once they were in the clear he turned to Butch and let his small smirk fade*

Thanks. Do you really want that shake?

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Fucking detention...

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*the paper just barely missing her head catches her attention and she looks over to see that only Roger is sitting in the direction the paper came from and mouths* What?

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*Mouths back* Run away with me.

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*brick stays put and his eyes narrow as he sees the anger in roger build. he avoids flinching when the other closes the gap between them and takes in a deep breath to try and calm himself down.* You don’t fuckin’ understand, alright? *he snaps at him, becoming more distressed by the situation and soon the cracks between to show through his hard exterior* You don’t know my fuckin’ parents— they’ve already disowned Boomer because he’s been with some guy, so how the fuck do you think they’d react if they found out that I… *he stops because he doesn’t want to admit it, but he knows he has to* that I like guys as well. *his voice cracks and he covers his face with his hands because no, he’s not going to fucking cry. plutonium’s don’t cry.* You should know how fuckin’ hard it is to come out and I just can’t right now. So we need to act like it never fuckin’ happened because I can’t fuckin’ deal with it right now and I need to do this in my own time. *he stumbles back as roger pushes him and his gaze lowers to his feet again because fuck, this is really getting to him now and roger’s words are stabbing into him and- wait? he was roger’s first top? oh, fuck.* If I’d have known that it was your first time bottomin’ then I wouldn’t have done it ‘cause you don’t deserve someone as shitty as me to take it and I’m really fuckin’ sorry that it happened like this. *as roger turns away, brick cracks entirely. tears are building and soon enough begin to trickle down his cheeks, much to his dismay. he can’t even find it in himself to be angry anymore.* I-if it makes you feel b-better, *he splutters* you were the first guy I’ve ever been with a-and I don’t regret it. I just… I just don’t know what to do about it s-so it’s easier to fuckin’ put it under the carpet.

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*He listened to Brick speak and each word tugged Roger's heartstrings. He felt both horrible and angry about everything. When he heard Brick's voice crack his shoulders dropped a little and he turned around to face him again. The tears were a shock to Roger. He hadn't expected Brick to shed any, even less any for him ever. He felt himself break now, something he hadn't done in what felt like ages.* Brick, I...I only said I'd forget because that's what I thought you wanted. Look, don't tell me that I don't know what it's like to come out and be scared. My mother hates me over what I am, Brick. She has done a great many things to me because of it and every damn time I go back..it just gets worse. *Shakes his head, scoffing softly* People forget that just because I whore myself to anyone who gives me a wink..I still hurt. I'm damaged and I always will be. I didn't have to let you be my first, Brick. I didn't have to let you go as far as you wanted it go, but I did. Because I guess a part of me wanted it too. *Sighs softly, dropping his gaze to the ground* I won't tell anyone because keeping secrets is what I do best. I'm used to people getting what they want out of me and leaving me behind while they 'figure it out'. I've heard the words you speak many times before and many times before the story has been played out the same old way. *Looks back up at him* Your parents can't disown you and he couldn't have disowned Boomer because you're not objects. You're people. People can't be owned, ever. They can be mad, yeah, but that's about it. *Shoves his hands in his pockets and lets out another sigh* Just...you're not alone, okay? I'm here for you for whatever you want, Brick. I can be a good friend, you know. No one's ever given me the actual chance, though. *Reaching over he wipes a couple of stray tears from Brick's cheeks, smiling sadly* I promise I'm not letting you go through any of this alone, alright? I'm a prick, but I've got a heart. It's small, broken, and damaged beyond belief...but it's there and it's willing to keep going so long as I'm willing to fight. And fighting is what I am damn good at. So, I'm sorry for getting angry. I'm sorry for threatening you just then, and I'm sorry for not...understanding what I should have understood during our drunken night together. It was just another lay. I get it. And just for the record, I'm proud that you're my first. 

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*Looks up when he hears footsteps walking into the room. Instantly a small smirk spreads on the corner of his lips when he spots Grinch. Good ol’ Grinch. He was always a true friend. He watched Cosmo stupidly (sorry Cosmo!) fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book and when they were alone he stood up and walked over to Grinch* Well stroke my dick and fuck me, you little snake. *Grins* This is why I’ve missed *bops Grinch’s nose* you the most. *Reaches over to open Cosmo’s desk and takes back his wand. Pointing it at the desk he whispered a hex so the desk would chase Cosmo around next time Cosmo came near it, which made Roger snicker and decide he needed detention again real soon. Turning back to Grinch he gave him a small nod* Where to, hero?

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*Grinch’s smirk slowly turned into a laughing half smile, curious as to see how Roger jinxed their Charms professor this time, he was actually looking forward for class the next day. He returned the nod. Tonight, he needed to get wasted, seeing as how he hadn’t done so since Christmas Eve, which didn’t count anyways.* Three Broomsticks, damsel in distress. 

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*Struts out of the room. It was when they were outside that he ran into first year who accidentally bumped into Roger. Glaring down at the little hufflepuff he took out his wand and turned him into a rat before looking over at Grinch and smirking* Now, how did you know where to find me? And, am I treating again? You're so expensive. *He teased*

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*Looks up when he hears footsteps walking into the room. Instantly a small smirk spreads on the corner of his lips when he spots Grinch. Good ol’ Grinch. He was always a true friend. He watched Cosmo stupidly (sorry Cosmo!) fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book and when they were alone he stood up and walked over to Grinch* Well stroke my dick and fuck me, you little snake. *Grins* This is why I’ve missed *bops Grinch’s nose* you the most. *Reaches over to open Cosmo’s desk and takes back his wand. Pointing it at the desk he whispered a hex so the desk would chase Cosmo around next time Cosmo came near it, which made Roger snicker and decide he needed detention again real soon. Turning back to Grinch he gave him a small nod* Where to, hero?

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*Grinch’s smirk slowly turned into a laughing half smile, curious as to see how Roger jinxed their Charms professor this time, he was actually looking forward for class the next day. He returned the nod. Tonight, he needed to get wasted, seeing as how he hadn’t done so since Christmas Eve, which didn’t count anyways.* Three Broomsticks, damsel in distress. 

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*Grina an