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theyrealllegends · 5 years

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Careful Chapter 10 (Roger Taylor x Reader)

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Warning: People are getting DRUNK again. Also, I only posted this for the lovely person in my ask box but it’s the last chapter I wrote beforehand, so my next uplaod will likely take more time, sorry!!

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The next weekend would be the last one before the tour which was why you agreed to go out with the boys one last time. Roger would’ve stayed in with you for sure but you wanted to say goodbye to your other friends that didn’t happen to be your roommates, too. The only thing you didn’t calculate were all the drinks apart from the beers and ciders they were ordering.

“I’m sorry, I don’t-“, you tried to explain and Roger just kissed you with a smile before he took the shot from your hand and downed it in split seconds, pulling a face afterwards. “You alright?”

“Of course, my love, don’t worry”, he told you with a reassuring smile, kissing you again.

“Oh, come on, safe that for later, would you?”, Freddie said and Veronica slapped him.

“Usually it’s you and Mary. Also, let them have their fun as long as they still can.”

“Next time I’ll try and join you, too”, you whispered to Roger. “Maybe Roni won’t feel that special anymore, then.” He just snorted and pulled you closer.

“I doubt that, Tiffy, she’s like that no matter what. You wanna go outside for a smoke?” His eyes said something else than his words and it made you giggle.

“I’m gonna let you smoke in here if you stop looking like that!” Roger grinned back before he buried his lips on your neck for a second.

“I’ll safe it for later, then”, he whispered before he shifted to be able to pull out his cigarettes and Freddie let go of Mary’s hand quickly to steal one from him. Roger rolled his eyes but lit it for him nonetheless.

After a few more drinks, the whole pub was on their feet to dance to some old Led Zeppelin songs and the boys’ euphoria made you join them even though you didn’t feel half as comfortable as Mary and Veronica. You looked at them, dancing with their boyfriends and smiled when Roger lazily attempted to spin you around like that, before you got too dizzy and were just giggling in his arms, asking him to stop.

“Sorry, babe”, he mumbled, kissing you again hungrily. His lips tasted like cigarettes and that brown German alcohol Freddie had ordered way too much of.

“It’s fine”, you assured him, trying to get back in the rhythm of the dance. You ended up watching them from a seat at the bar though, in need of a short break to catch a breath. You could tell they were all enjoying themselves but you also saw that Freddie and Roger were clearly competing to be the drunkest of the night, smoking cigarette after cigarette. And if you’d thought things started going downhill then, you were proven wrong five minutes later when they really started to.

“What’s a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?”, someone slurred behind you and then there were hands on your hips, making you jump.

“Excuse me, let go!”, you told the man off as strict as you could master in the shock he’d caused you.

“Come on, doll, just -“

“No!”, you cut him off. “Leave me alone!”

“What’s your fucking prob-“

“Didn’t you hear her, she told you to leave”, a firm voice interrupted the man and another guy in a dark grey jacket stepped in sight, getting between you and that gross guy.

“What do you want-“

“I want you to leave!”, the other one answered, forcing the other guy to move until they were both out of your sight and you breathed in relieve. You eyed for your friends who were still dancing like there was no tomorrow and you were glad they didn’t notice while you also wished it would’ve been Roger to come to your rescue.

“I’m sorry this happened”, your actual rescuer got your attention again a few moments later. “I’m Marco.”

“Tiffany”, you replied silently. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Tiffany. Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’m good, thank you”, you said and tried to give him a smile.

“What brought you here if not the wish to get drunk and to make a fool out of yourself?”, he asked you, grinning to not offend you.

“My friends wished to do exactly so”, you replied, nodding your head into their direction and Marco’s eyebrows rose up a little. He came up with a smooth answer, though, resulting in the two of you getting into a rather interesting conversation about your studies and work, Marco turning out to be close to earning his doctor title in medicine.

“Get your hands off her!”, you heard Roger rage, interrupting you giggle over some story Marco had told you and you pulled your hand away from his, asking yourself how you didn’t notice his touch in the first place.

“Hey, I wasn’t -“, Marco tried to explain himself but Roger didn’t even listen. You could tell he wasn’t seeing or thinking straight anymore, he couldn’t even stand for the love of god but he still managed to almost make Marco fall off his bar-chair.

“Roger, stop! What are you doing?!”, you tried to get between them but if Brian hadn’t grabbed him, Roger would’ve hit Marco with everything he had. He’d only seen another man with you, not really caring if you wanted him to touch you or not but the jealousy really got the best of him, the alcohol in his system only feeding his fury.

“You bloody bastard, touching another man’s girl behind his back?!”, he called the other man out while Brian was trying his best to keep him from breaking free.

“Is that your boyfriend?”, Marco asked you, his eyes rather wide in shock.

“Not technically but you could say we’re dating”, you tried to be diplomatic.

“Every one here knows who’s gonna shag her tonight except you, you absolute dickhead. Leave her alone already!”, Roger rambled and you blushed.

“Sorry”, you said silently and Marco’s brows furrowed.

“No, I’m sorry. Good night”, he said, grabbing his coat and then he left, leaving you alone with a raging Roger and a desperate Brian.

“Can you get him outside, he really needs fresh air”, you asked Brian whose lips were starting to turn white from how hard he pressed them together, trying to activate his last powers to get Roger to the street.

“You bloody dumbass, calm down now!”, he told his blonde friend. “You’re gonna scare her away if you don’t stop acting like an idiot.”

“She’s mine, Bri”, Roger slurred and you rolled your eyes, getting back inside to get yours Roger’s coat.

“Tiff, you alright?”, Mary asked when she saw you.

“We’re leaving. Roger is drunk and causing a gigantic scene.”

“Oh god, should I help you?”

“I don’t think you’re getting Freddie out of here already”, you admitted and she followed your gaze where Freddie was dancing on a table. “You better help your boy and I’m gonna go help mine and I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah”, Mary quickly said, hurrying over to Freddie already. When you met Brian and Roger again they were said on the sidewalk and Roger looked like he’d been hit by a car.

“Let’s get you home, Rockstar”, you said, grabbing one of his arms to get him to his feet but you wouldn’t have been able to put his coat on him without Brian’s help.

“You sure you can walk him home?”

“It’s not that far, thanks, Bri”, you assured him, getting one of Roger’s arms on your shoulders to keep him stable.

“Fuck, Tiff, fuck”, he kept mumbling while he stumbled his way home next to you, the stairs being the biggest problem, really.

“No, no, no, no”, you told him off when he made a beeline for your bedroom.

“You’re not going anywhere except the bathroom.”

“But I wanna -“ He made his intensions quite clear when he took a step towards you, pushing your back against the wall behind you and Roger smiled to himself proudly, moving to kiss your neck.

“Get off me!”, you told him, pushing him away though. “You smell horrible, Roger, I’m not gonna let you come close to me if you don’t wash yourself!”, you told him, getting angry now. You still felt his hot, short-coming breath on your face, a mixture of vodka and other drinks and cigarettes and only the smell made your stomach twist. He was looking at you pretty cross eyed as if he was trying to make out your features before he took a step back and stumbling towards the bathroom. He tried to unbutton his dark-red shirt but he didn’t even manage to do one button, standing on very insecure feet.

“Fuck, Tiff’ny, please, I need help”, he slurred on, getting a terrible hick-up. You sighed and followed him, unbuttoning his shirt quickly, unable to resist to run your fingers over his hot skin. Roger closed his eyes, sighing silently. “‘M sorry, babe, so sorry.”

“Rogie, take a deep breath. Everything’s fine”, you whispered, wiping his hands off your hips to take his shirt off him, his shoes and jeans following quickly after. You helped him get in the shower even though he let himself slide down the wall as soon as he was in there and you sighed, getting a washcloth to help him get clean, washing his hair and his face as well before you dried him off and helped him up.

“God, I feel awful”, he mumbled when you had him lay down in his bed.

“That’s why I got you here, you’re not getting sick in my room. I’m gonna get you some water.” Roger just nodded even though you were sure he didn’t really understand your words. He looked incredible thankful though when you got him a fresh bottle of water and he drank almost half of it before he let his head fall heavy on his pillow.

“Please stay with me. Don’t leave me”, he mumbled and you giggled, sitting down next to him.

“I need to change, babe.”

“Be my girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I said”, he mumbled, his voice still muffled by his pillow until he forced himself to sit up and tried to focus his eyes on you. “That I’d like you to be my girlfriend. I know I don’t deserve it but I don’t want to leave you without being sure that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“You, Roger Taylor want to be mine?”, you replied, blinking in confusion.

“And I want you, Tiffany Abberforth, to be mine, if you’ll have me, yes”, Roger answered nodding. The length of his sentences was draining him but your smile made it all worth it.

“I’d love to”, you told him, hugging him in excitement.

“Not that tight, please, love”, he said, struggling to breath yet smiling. “Thank you. That’s fucking great.” You kissed him and felt Roger smile into your lips before his hands moved into your hair and he moaned because you got fully onto his lap. “I was right in the end”, he said with a grin. “I’m the one who ends up shagging you.”

“You deserve to rot in hell”, you told him, only being able to keep a serious face for three seconds. Roger joined you in relieve, when you started laughing though, pulling you into his arms. “It was completely unnecessary but jealous you is rather sexy”, you told him when you caught your breath again.

“You’re sexy all the time, my love”, he murmured into your skin, leaving some open mouthed kisses on your neck, making your eyes fall close and your body sink into his, glad to be close to him again. You felt desire rising in your lower stomach again, your thighs started to ache for his touch and Roger grinned because he could tell by how your hips found his, grinding yourself into him slowly, making his member go hard in an instant.

“How can you even do that, you were so piss drunk!”, you told him in surprise and Roger chuckled.

“I just said it, you’re sexy and that’s all it takes.”

***

Roger was still deeply asleep when you woke up the next morning, from his snorting, actually but you smiled to yourself, getting up slowly to get yourself a tea without waking him up. Freddie was in the kitchen with Mary, basically inhaling the scrambled eggs she’d made for him.

“Hey there”, you greeted them, putting new water on the stove for your tea.

“Hi”, Mary said with a smile. “You want some eggs? If Freddie is kind enough to leave some for other people.”

“Sorry, love”, he said after he’d eaten another huge fork full. “Where’s blondie?”

“Still asleep, he’s alright though.”

“He’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up”, Freddie forecasted, reaching for his cup.

“Why?”

“Because nothing cures a hangover like a blowjob”, he replied bluntly and you let your face sink into one hand.

“Why did I even ask?”

“I was thinking just that”, Mary admitted with a giggle.

“Hang on”, your head shot up again and you looked at them a little scared. “Do you think he’ll remember what happened last night?”

“‘d be better if he didn’t, right?”, Freddie said confused.

“No, no, I mean, I’m.” He raised an eyebrow when you blushed and you got up again to get a teabag. “Eventually, he asked me to be his girlfriend”, you said slowly and Freddie’s face softened.

“I was wondering when he’d finally cut the bullshit and do it.”

“But I couldn’t remind him if he didn’t know anymore, could I?”

“Honestly if he forgot that, he wouldn’t deserve to have you as his girlfriend. But I don’t think he forgot, darling.”

“Hope you’re right, Fred”, you thanked him with a smile.

Roger found you in the living room a couple of hours later, unable to sit on your desk and study that day.

“Hey there, not being a busy bee today?”, he asked you softly when he got next to you on the couch, cuddling into you tighter than ever before you felt like.

“Couldn’t really be bothered if I’m honest”, you admitted, snuggling your head into his neck.

“You deserve a day off”, he mumbled, burying his fingers in your hair. “Again, I’m sorry for last night."

“Don’t be, it’s alright”, you whispered softly and he leant down to kiss you.

“I didn’t dream it, did I?”

“I don’t know”, you teased him, fighting down your smile. “What do you think happened?”

“You know what happened”, he teased you back, grinning after his face had shown his worry for a second. “You sold your soul to the devil, you know that?”

“I’m your girlfriend now, not Freddie’s”, you said, making you both laugh before Roger’s lips found yours in a hungry kiss.

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lifeofbouyd · 6 years

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It was early September 2009; during the rainy season. We had just come back from a long summer break to this prison of a school. I watched her introduce herself to the class while I day dreamed about the possibilities of me getting her. She was the new girl in school, well mannered, articulate and damn sexy. The teacher himself seemed as if he would take a few cookies from her jar; he bit his lips while giving her a sexy look. It was as if he forgot where he was and what position he played. I legit begged god not to make her like him, I prayed she’d look at me for just a second but she just stood there; telling us about her trip to New York for the summer. This chick was living it up.

Tiffy: which school you coming from?

Rhonda: Emaculate and no, I’m not into girls.

The class laughed as we all thought she would be.

Teacher: Bouyd, no looking the new girl. Give her a chance to breathe.

Disappointed, I didn’t even say a word. I thought that would make things bad for me but he made her notice me. Throughout class our eyes collided a few times but I decided to play it cool. I acted as if I could care less that she noticed me. I almost believed I didn’t until she said hi. Like a punk I baffled; I was choking on my own words. How dare she approach me with her damn pretty self, what’s she really up to?. She stood there smiling and looking puzzled, waiting for me to say hi.

Me: H... H... Hi

Rhonda: You seem to be a shy guy. You afraid of me?

I couldn’t help but smile as I struggled to respond. In my mind, I said a million things. But in reality, I sounded like a mosquito on the hunt.

Rhonda: Can I have a call please?. I wanna call my mom.

Blinded to the plan, I handed her the phone and ordered my regular meal. I wanted to ask for her number but I could hardly even tell her my name. I kept thinking about it but it just never happened. Like any other day my friends and I headed straight for the town after school with not even a thought about her. We were at the game shop when I received a message from a Rhonda but didn’t pay much attention to it as I thought it was an x I forgot about. It took me a few hours to come to the realization that she added her number to my phone when begged the call. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Text:

Hey, you could have at least said goodbye. I was looking for you, good thing I stole your number lol 😆 my name is Rhonda btw.

I read it 100 times if not more before replying. She tricked me. She could have asked, I would have given her eventually. After reviving that is cause I’m pretty sure I would have fainted. Within a few hours of texting she decided she wanted us

to be together. Single and ready to mingle is what she said. She had broken up with her boyfriend a few weeks back. Like a dog for a bone I jumped at the opportunity, not remembering I was seeing someone.After all, I had nothing to loose and to me it was a must do in a lifetime situation. For days we acted like strangers at school and if I didn’t know better I’d think we were. We debated and disagreed on almost everything at class. As far as everyone was concerned we hated each other’s guts. We had the perfect cover until she decided to get us matching watches with my initials engraved. It was our 2 months anniversary gift. We had spent so much time hiding from the world we hadn’t even kissed yet. I invited her over for a weekend hoping I’d be able to score. My room became a 5 star resort that day; the cleanest it had ever bee. My best sheets, above my budget air freshener and a stylish curtain I had stolen from uncle the Christmas before.

Rhonda: Your mom cleaned?

Me: I don’t live with my mom.

She seemed pleased with what I did with the place. She stood there looking like a goddess; inhaling the air freshener and taking notice of every little detail like an inspector on a crime scene.

Rhonda: I still don’t believe you did this but Ima take your word for it. Let’s watch a movie and get comfy.

She dived onto to the bed as if she’d been there a million times. They became best of friends at first sight. I kept staring at her hairy legs and her boobs that could hardly stay in her bra. I had imagined how she’d look without her uniform so many times but never came close to what she looked like in my bed. I closed my eyes for a second and instantly we started making out. Wet kisses and seductive scratches. We had been waiting for this for weeks now and this was the moment of truth. She was already butt naked before I could even get my shirt off, damn. I got confused looking at her body; it was so bad I couldn’t decide where to start. Like a pro she pushed me over and got on top. Running her tongue across my waist and stroking my banana; my nervous system broke down. I tried so hard to act like it didn’t feel good but my body gave in. My legs shook like crazy, my toes cracked and rod grew rock hard. She rubbed it against her face as if she was caressing it then slowly made wet circles with her tongue. She was no amateur sure, she was doing this for years. Harder and harder she stroked and blew, making me wanna explode.

Rhonda: Baby... Cum for me please...

Me: I’m cumin,

Rhonda: Do it in my mouth. Give me all that cream

Rhonda: Bouyd..... ((Bouyd))...... ((((Bouyd)))) wake up. (((((Bouyd))))).......

I jumped up to realize the bj I got was only in my imagination. “I can’t believe you fell asleep, you didn’t even see the movie”. To my surprise, she only had her shorts and her bra on. She turned her back and said she’s mad at me, claiming I’m the worst boyfriend and she’s never gonna come back. There’s no way I’d let her just up and leave like that. I whispered “I’m sorry” in her ears and gave her a kiss on the forehead hoping she would change her mind. I had bargained for an “I forgive you” but what happened next was as unpredictable as lightening striking the same place twice. “I just love you so damn much”. Again She kissed my lips, only difference is this time it was real. You know that feeling you get in your tummy when you speed over a bump; that’s exactly how I felt. I could feel the nervousness on her lips and feel her heart beating like a drum. I helped myself to her nipples and watched her moan and bite her lips. I slipped her shorts off and placed my dick in her underwear causing her to ((vibrate)) like a ringing phone. I kept taunting her with lingering kisses and quick rubs of my shaft against her clit; this made her dripping wet. I slid the head in and held her neck as she gasped for breath. I nibbled on her nipples and slowly moved my waist, going in and out, deep and steady. She moaned and turned and scratched which made me even harder. We got so hot it was as if we were in a sweat room; heavy breathing, shit talking, body moving, her cumin kinda sex. I blocked out the moment I came. Anxiety, adrenaline and my dream had run me dry. Kudos for the sex she said, it was worth the while. We both laid there staring at each other for a while, reliving what we just did. By the look on her face I could tell this was gonna happen again soon.

We went to school next Monday and acted just like nothing happened. I thought we had pulled off the ultimate stunt and not get caught. Unfortunately, that was not the case. An argument started in literature class that morning resulting in both girls getting suspended. It happened so fast I still don’t even know how it started. All I could do was dodge pen stabs and spraying blood. My x Renae had heard about Rhonda and I and she wasn’t gonna have it. Funny enough that’s the sane girl who dissed me weeks before for a conductor, claiming “school bwoy money dun pon Friday”. Is she crazy, what is she fighting for, what the hell does she want?. A million questions crossed my mind while they tumbled over the seats; frightened and confused I didn’t even know what to do. By the time they separated them they were both bleeding. Uniforms torn, hair messy and bruises all over. At the end of the day neither of them won. We all had our partners plus Renae was my x for god sakes. She left me. Why embarrass yourself in front of the class for someone you left. I sure as hell wouldn’t cause I ain’t go look like no fool fighting over an x. They were both suspended for 10 days as neither of them could give the principal a reason for fighting. I was worried they’d mention my name to the principal because the dude and I had beef. News spread fast and my gf soon heard about the incident. An instant break up is what I call it, not even a second chance. But when I think about it I guess she ran out of second chances, she had already given me several in the past.

Renae came to see me a few days later. She had come to apologize for what she did but ended up getting a belly full a dick before she could explain herself. To be honest, I was dying to fuck her again. I couldn’t stop thinking bout the sex we had at her pageant a few months back. The thought of her riding me in the car just kept coming back. What made it worst is that she came to see me in nothing but a thin dress revealing her her sexy figure and mesh undies. I had undressed her long before she even made it to the room. With her legs around my waist I braced her against the wall and stroked her hard and deep. She was just as horny as I was or maybe even worst than I was. She came so many times she couldn’t keep her cool. She broke down in tears as she told me she loves me. I could feel her heart beating like a drum against my chest when we squeezed tight together. We fell asleep shortly after as we were beat.

It was a knocking at my door that woke me up. (((Boom, boom, boom))) I thought for a second of all the people who it could be knocking at my door. If it’s uncle I could hide her under the sheet, if it’s the helper she won’t come in but if it’s Aunty she’s gonna wanna come chat. (((Boom, boom, boom))) Bouyd, open the door. To my surprise, it was neither of the people I thought it would be. It was Rhonda, I had forgotten she said she was gonna come see me. (((Sigh, deep breath))) what do I do now, how do I get out of this one. ((((((((Bouyd)))))))))

Me: Yeah (sleeping voice)

Rhonda: open up

Me: Give me a moment.

Rhonda: To do what? Do you have company? (((Bouyd)))

Renae had decided she’s not hiding from her, she was all pumped up and ready to fight. I repeatedly scratched my head due to the level of confusion and adrenaline running through my body.

Renae: You better go home Rhonda cause I ain’t going anywhere today.

Rhonda: Wtf, which duty gyal that in yuh room. Open the door now. (((((Boom, boom, boom)))))

I laid there regretting the sex we just had and thinking to myself “why is this happening to me god”. (((Boom, boom, boom, boom)))

Renae: Open the door and let me fuck her up. I planned to die today.

Helper: Bouyd do not open the door, she has a knife.

Rhonda: Shut up, I’m gonna kill them

Helper: Don’t throw your life away on them.

I listened to the helper lecture her while Renae dragged her clothes on. My brain was all over the place. It was a nail biting, most confusing, badly regretting, should not be happening kinda moment. Suddenly it hit me, I could let her through my window and have her run through the back door. Brilliant, or at least that’s how I felt when I came up with the idea. By the time I took out the glass for her to jump through Rhonda had already realized what was happening. She ran to the wash room with the knife and jumped in through the window. Luckily we ran to the door and escaped through the front 😂. It was as if I was watching a Karate movie. Rhonda came running through the front and Renae started hurling stones at her. They created such a scene even passers by stopped to watch. Eventually the helper took the knife and Renae left. But not before telling me a piece of her mind. Rhonda decided she was gonna kill herself if she can’t have me. She sat on the stairs crying as I watched from a distance. As much as she no longer had the knife I was still scared like a bitch from what just happened. I thought she would have left but instead she headed to my room and fell asleep in my bed. She had planned to stay overnight so I guess she decided to put what just happened behind us. I headed on the road and expected her to be gone by the time I got back but I came home to a half naked girl watching lifetime movies.

Rhonda: Don’t run. I just want to talk. Please.

I stood there looking at her with one eye while scoping the room with the other. I couldn’t help but notice the struggle her underwear was undergoing. My favourite color on my favourite girl. To be honest, I really liked her but I just had to fuck my x one last time to get it out my system. She laid back in bed and asked me to join her. I stood there for a while premeditating what I’d do if she attacks me before going in.

Rhonda: Was that the last time?

Me: Yes

Rhonda: Are you sure Bouyd?

Me: Yes, I am sure.

She broke down in tears the moment I said that. Tears ran down her cheek like a leaking pipe. It made me feel bad as I really liked her. I wiped her tears and kissed her lips and told her I was sorry for what happened. She asked me to make love to her like I’d never see her again, like my life depended on it. I took forever to cum that night and when I finally did she held me tight inside her; absorbing all my seedlings. That was my first time cumin inside someone and that’s when my life turned upside down. We had to do everything together; lunch, break, weekends 🤦‍♂️. She kept taking bout being my baby mother and I can’t cheat on her or else she’ll kill herself. I was stressed the fuck out. A 15 year old boy with a baby on the way, no money in the bank and no where of my own. As much as uncle let me get away with everything I don’t think he’d be too happy about this. For weeks I couldn’t even think straight, the thought of being a father haunted me. At some point I felt like a king but when I thought about how I’d maintain a baby and a hot girlfriend my confidence took a dive. 3 months passed and I grew thin. I actually fell deep for this girl, seeing her everyday brought us closer together. I became the happiest man in the world once I accepted the fact that she’s pregnant. I mentioned it to my therapist one day and she wanted to be sure she was pregnant 🤰. She offered to trick her into doing a test. I was eager to find out if she’s really pregnant or if she’s playing me. And at the same time I didn’t want to because I knew if she was lying I’d hate her and I really didn’t want to.

Eventually she tricked her into doing the test.

Therapist: Bouyd, I got good news for you.

Me: 😍 I told you she was pregnant

Therapist: I’m afraid she’s not

Me: 😳🙄😔 What do you mean

Therapist: I’m sorry Bouyd. She’s being playing you this entire time. I know you really love her because you have being happy lately. Maybe she did it because she wants to have you for herself.

Me: 😭🤬

I broke down in tears that day. My therapist had never seen me show emotions or remorse for anyone or anything so this was strange for her to see. She tried everything to calm me down but my emotions could not be contained. For days I was numb, I got so cold that I even shut apple out completely. We were both going through breakups and in need of comforting but I was too fucked up in my head to even talk to her. I started avoiding Rhonda the moment I got the bad news, I hated her so much I burnt every pic I had of her and anything that reminded me of her. I blocked her calls and screened her messages. Whenever she tried talking to me at school I’d just ignore her and act as if I didn’t hear or see her. I can’t forget the look on her face when I broke up with her in class; she seemed as if she heard someone close to her just died. Her eyes were filled with tears and she started breathing as if she was suffocating. At that point I could have cared less if she died. I had finally let her go and accepted the fact that she had given me seven for eleven. I wish I could have taken back the fuck and my number that she stole that day but sadly that wasn’t possible.

She called me on a private number one night; telling me she’s gonna kill herself if I don’t talk to her, she claimed I was her reason for living and she wants to spend forever with me 🤦‍♂️. But how can you want to spend your life with someone that you lied to to make them love you, l’d only be loving a lie. I had only fallen in love with the thought that she was gonna bring me a child. “Kill yourself, I could care less”. That was my reply and to my surprise she was rushed to the doctor the next morning for drug overdose and slitting her wrist several times 😳. Her mom sent me a message saying that she lost a lot of blood and I should come by. As much as I hated her I didn’t really want her to kill herself, I just wanted her to leave me the fuck alone. Shit, I guess she loved me after all or maybe she was just paranoid. I couldn’t help but think she was faking this too as she had me cumin inside her like crazy to convince me she was pregnant. What if she was lying and her mom was in on it 🤦‍♂️. My heart was heavy and my head was all over the place. Eventually I went to see her; she was just laying there, mute and motionless. Looking at me as if I was a stranger.

Rhonda: I almost killed myself for you Bouyd. Does that mean anything to you?

Me: Yes, it shows me you’re crazy and you’d kill me too. That worries me and I can’t be with someone who I have to be worried about all the time.

Rhonda: I would never hurt you Bouyd

Me: You already hurt me Rhonda and there’s no fixing that. You lied to me for months and for that I hate you. Friends is as far as we’ll go.

Again she broke down in tears but I could care less; at that point I just wanted her to know that we were over. I left her crying her eyes out on her mom’s shoulder which caused her to block out again. I hadn’t seen her for about 2 weeks and during this time we never reached out to each other so I figured we were over; or at least that’s what I thought. She came back as a new girlfriend; no arguments, no drama, no bulshit. Again I fell for this girl, the same girl I hated 2 weeks ago, the same girl who lied about her pregnancy 🤰. 🤦‍♂️ It was as if she hypnotized me and I forgot all the shit she did. You could say she practically lived with me, she spent more time in my bed than she spent in hers. Things were looking up. I remember her spending my birthday weekend me and in return i’d accompany her and her mom to the air port. Her mom was going back to take care of some business; at least that’s what she told me. I realized there were 2 suitcases and 2 carry on luggages. There was just me, her, her mom and the driver who sure as hell wasn’t going any where but I didn’t question it. I thought maybe her mom was taking some things back to the states. When we got to check in I realized 1 of the suitcases had her name tag and the other had her mom’s.

Me: Your mom bag has your name on it

Rhonda: It’s my bag

Me: 😂 you joke too much

Rhonda: 😔 I’m leaving

Me: 😳 What the fuck

Rhonda: We’re moving to the states and I don’t know when or if we will come back.

Me: 😂 You play too much

She stood there staring at me with a distant look in her face. Slowly her eyes over flowed down her cheeks and emotions made her stutter. It seemed as if she was choking on her words.

Rhonda: I...... I...... I....I....... I am serious Bouyd. I didn’t know how to tell you that I was leaving. I didn’t want you to hate me. Ppppppp........please forgive me.

Announcement: Flight JFK123 Last chance to check in.

Rhonda: I’m gonna check in before I get left behind. She kissed me on my forehead, said I’ll always love you and stepped away crying.

I watched her walk away and it was the longest 2 minutes in my life. I hoped she’d turn back, I prayed it was just a serious joke. But she never came back. She left with my heart and poisoned my emotions. I died that day. She had unplugged me from my “life” and left nothing but a shell walking around. I felt so empty; I couldn’t care about anyone or anything. I just wanted to hurt everybody. Build them up with false hope then fuck them up just like she did to me. I had collected my jar of hearts, trophies if you’d call it. But at the end of the day, it only made me lonely. It was fun rounding up the body counts but it sucked not to have someone to love. I had a lot of chicks running in and out but whenever I really needed someone, I was all on my own. As for them, they had someone to go home to.

Eventually I met Djon’s mom who changed shit. But that’s another story for another day. Rhonda and I are friends today but we’ve never tried to fix us. Somethings are best left broken.

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snugglebuddyhan · 2 years

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Some Lovely Writer opinions:

Honestly? It would have been a better series if there was no back story that connected Gene and Nubsib together. As soon as it was revealed they were childhood friends I immediately lost like 80% interest

Nubsibs mom is one sadistic woman. Whooping your kid with a stick (a sturdy one at that) and in front of people of all things like it was some type of show is just.......and then afterwards was holding his and Genes hands while she walked Gene home like she wasn’t just about to welt that child’s skin up was even more sickening

Gene is fully aware Sib sees him as more than just a friend as he’s said it dozens and dozens of times. Even said he wanted to have sex with him, but for some reason Gene acts all shocked and flabbergasted when Sib says he wants to kiss him, gets a little close, says he likes him as if he doesn’t say it 10 times a day or does something sweet for him???? Boy, if you don’t stop playing. Dementia having ass

Nubsib’s character is high key annoying. It’s nice and refreshing for a bl series to have a protagonist love interest character (especially a top at that) not have a macho, masculine or aggressive personality, but sheesh, Sib really needs to dial it up a notch. The constant soft voice, doe eye stares, the going above and beyond for literally no reason and his childlike behavior is off putting. Prince personality characters are not my cup of tea

Also, Nubsib getting protective over Gene to the point he treats him like a child who’s lost his way is such a turn off. I don’t particularly care for knight in shining armor characters

What reason would Tum have to play a trick on Tiffy by saying he liked her? Edit: lmao she still thought his ass was gay ajhhsjskskaka poor Tum. If she’d just listen he’s been trying to tell her he’s straight. Glad he didn’t get super defensive and treat being labeled gay as a bad thing though

You know a character is played well when you hate their fucking guts to the point you feel like you dislike the actor as well. That’s how I feel about Aoey. I don’t actually hate the actor, but ffs his character is such a little fucking bitch. He’s more annoying than that one female antagonist bl’s have that come in and destroy everything good in the protagonists lives

If Aeoy liked Gene all along he sure did treat him like dog shit throughout the series. Was his big brain idea to keep Sib and Gene apart and after all the messed up things he said and put Gene through they were just going to magically become a couple of lovebirds afterwards? What a way to show your love for someone. Sheesh. That’s mental illness everyone

Mhok. I feel bad for him. He deserves wayyyyyy better than Aeoy. Like, please give it up and find you a man that actually knows your worth and appreciates the things you have to offer

Genes friends making a scene over whether or not he’s gay by basically mocking him and laughing pissed me off and to make it worse dude towards the end of the reunion said they’d be okay with him if he were gay and was upset Gene didn’t seem to want to come out to them. Now WHY would he come out after what y’all just put him through? Fkn stupid

It’s funny to me that Aeoy, after confessing and failing to get Gene to have sex with him insisted on him drinking the drink he bought for him before he left (although Sib drunk it instead), which was later revealed through a text that it was laced with an aphrodisiac.......I don’t quite get what type of revenge that was supposed to be considering it leading to Gene and Sib fucking, which is probably the last thing Aeoy would have wanted. Worst revenge plot ever. I mean, lacing a drink is illegal and beyond fucked up, but it turned out to be a win win type situation

Why didn’t Gene just tell Sib the drink was laced and the reason he was feeling so hot and bothered was bc of an aphrodisiac? That bothered me more than it should have. He was acting like he was the one that slipped a little something something in the drink and was afraid he was going to get caught red handed

Also, I feel like Gene had sex with Sib, bc he felt like he needed to, bc of the aphrodisiac. He clearly wasn’t ready

Honestly? Would love to see Tiffy as the lead in a gl series. She’s hot and no man deserves her

Pressuring people to come out will never be okay and it’s always something pushed by the non queer characters and sometimes I wish they’d just shut the fuck up and stop trying to make people feel like they have to come out or make them feel guilty about staying in the closet. People stay in the closet for numerous reasons and two of them are for their safety and the fear of rejection from their family and friends. Let people make decisions for themselves

Nubsib saying he wouldn’t cross the line after he moved in the room next to Gene is kinda funny considering all the lines he’s already crossed and that being one of them

Dropped the series for now, bc it got kinda boring. Might pick it up later though

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 7 years

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The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch.24

Oh fuck, the dreaded evening is here. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, are you ready?!

LOL the tension in this scene made @bixgirl1 and me cringe as we wrote it. But then this scene has it all - Draco is surprisingly bold, Lucius is a nasty piece of shit, Harry is more than ready for Lucy’s shittiness, and Narcissa…is just done, she just wants a new family or something, she is so fed up, jfc.

Previous chapter here, and masterlist here. xo

Chapter 24: Dinner and A Show

~Harry’s place, Saturday evening~

Draco, stepping neatly through Harry’s Floo, garbed in pristine robes of topaz blue and dull gold: *brushes soot off himself as he strides towards Harry’s room, looking around with a frown* Harry? *tad impatient* Love, where are you? It’s a quarter past seven already. Please tell me you’re ready and presentable. *enters Harry’s room and freezes for a moment at the sight of Harry standing before the mirror in robes of jet black and silver, blinking rapidly, mouth slightly open* Wow– *breathlessly* Hello…

Harry, pulling at his collar and straightening his glasses: Are you sure we need to be this formal? It’s… Just dinner, right? You said it was just dinner. I feel like I’m going to a gala. *under his breath* Or need to look really posh for my execution.

Draco, smiling as he walks over and gently turns Harry to face him: Well, aren’t you all dapper– *kisses him swiftly* *pulls back and starts to fuss with the collar on Harry’s robes, pulling the stiflingly tight high collar higher and buttoning it with nimble fingers* *teasing disapproval* One can hardly ever tell how handsome you are in those rags you’re always walking around in– *pauses, tilting his head thoughtfully as he smooths down the silk over Harry’s chest* Not that I’m complaining, I wouldn’t care for it if everyone started to notice.

Harry, frowning: Have you been drinking? You were so nervous at lunch. *face softens as Draco continues to smooth and adjust his robes* *eyes him* *gruffly* You look amazing. *runs his hand down the fabric of Draco’s robe; slides it over his groin* You look so amazing in that, in fact, I can’t wait to get it off you. *hesitates, palm against Draco’s cock* *hopefully*…Do we have any time before we have to leave?

Draco, pressing into Harry despite looking nearly panicked: *hysterically* We don’t have time for naked touching now! Merlin! It’s almost seven thirty! We have to be there at seven thirty! *eyes Harry’s hair* *attacks it with both hands, combing out the tangles with his fingers and then pressing it down flat* *looks around wildly* Where do you keep your hair potions?!

Harry, appalled: Draco! Jesus– babe! *catches Draco by the shoulders* Be the Draco from two seconds ago, okay? Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… activate that. *calmly* Breathe. It’ll be fine. The Floo takes thirty seconds. And you like my hair.

Draco, muttering under his breath as he continues struggling with Harry’s hair: I do, yes. But I regularly engage in forbidden amorous activities with you. My parents don’t– *grimaces for a second* –they have no real attachment to your hair. Won’t do any harm to have it look like an actual human being’s hair for once–

Harry, irritated: *summons hair potion; shoves it into Draco’s hands* *tersely* Go nuts.

Draco, scowling:*setting the bottle aside* Fine, Merlin, no need to sulk. *chews on his lip, suddenly hesitant* You– you’re really okay with this, right?

Harry, trying not to roll his eyes: *smiles with fond exasperation* Just put your smelly hair stuff on me like I know you’re dying to. *grins as Draco picks up the bottle again eagerly and begins applying it to his hair* *mildly* I’m okay with it. I’m not looking forward to it, and I’ll be glad when it’s over, but… I love you. It’ll be fine.

Draco, softly, without meeting his gaze: I love you too… And I’m very grateful to you for doing this, I just want you to know that. *reaches around him to grab a comb* *starts combing his hair, using his other hand to make the hair remain flat* *fervent mumbling* I– I’ll make sure Father isn’t unbearable. And Mother is actually looking forward to meeting you properly, she’s very happy for us. And– and it’ll be over soon, we’ll leave right after dinner if you want, we won’t linger. And–

Harry, gently prying the comb away from Draco’s fluttering.hands after a minute: Shush now. *kisses Draco’s down-turned mouth* *gently* We should go or we’re going to be late. Oh, wait. *grabs a crystal decanter filled with glowing amber liquid and a small gold box off the his nightstand* All right, let’s go.

Draco, looking slightly queasy: Yes, okay, nothing left to do but get this over with–

Harry: *takes his arm and leads him to the Floo; grabs a pinch of powder and tugs Draco in with him* Malfoy Manor.

~Malfoy Manor~

Harry, steps out of fireplace, still holding tightly to Draco’s arm and guiding them both forward: *nods to Narcissa* *formally* Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. Thank you so much for inviting me into your home. *offers her the gold box* I hope you’ll accept this gift; chocolate truffles infused with unicorn breath.

Narcissa, taking box: *smiles* Thank you, Mr. Potter, that’s very generous. I’m pleased you could join us. Please, call me Narcissa.

Harry: *returns her smile* And please call me Harry. *turns to Lucius; face growing more rigid, eyes narrow* *holds out crystal decanter* I hope you’ll accept this gift of Firewhiskey; aged one hundred years.

Draco, looking on in shock, expression soft: *steps forward to place a quick kiss to Narcissa’s cheek* Hello, Mother. *glances nervously at Lucius* Father.

Lucius, looking down at the crystal bottle of Firewhiskey: *meeting Harry’s gaze* *silkily* How very…gracious of you, Mr. Potter. *turns to stare haughtily at his son* Draco. *abruptly turning around and striding away* I, for one, don’t intend to stand around all evening. If anyone else is interested in a drink, feel free to join me. Tiffy! *pausing beside the house elf that appears, handing over the bottle to it without instruction before sweeping away once more*

Narcissa, composed: Hello, darling. *pauses, watching her husband stalk into the dining room* *faintly ironic* Harry, Draco, would either of you like a drink before dinner?

Harry, barely covering and snort: *grins broadly at conspiratorial smile Narcissa gives him* No thank you, Narcissa. I’m fine for now.

Draco, fidgeting: You– you look lovely, Mother. And Father is looking well. Are your robes new? Are we late? We apologise–

Narcissa: Thank you; you two look very dapper, as well. *waves a negligent hand* You were right on time. Shall we? *walks toward the dining room*

Harry, leaning in: *whispers* See? I told you it’d be fine. *kisses Draco’s temple*

Draco, with a distracted, watery smile: Mhmm. *holds Harry’s hand in a tight grip as they follow Narcissa* *in fervent whispers* D-don’t sit down until Mother does. Wait for her to pick up her napkin first. Use the forks from the outermost and don’t– *pauses, looking terrified* Don’t get mad at me, please, I’m just–

Harry, sliding a hand around Draco’s waist to pull him close for a single second before releasing him to take his arm again formally: *steady; reassuring* It’s okay. I did some reading for tonight. I don’t think I will, but if I make a mistake, clear your throat and I’ll follow your lead. Alright?

Draco, dragging Harry to a halt right outside the dining room: *planting a fierce, very wet kiss on his cheek* I love you. *wipes his cheek hurriedly with his cuff before yanking him in after his mother*

Lucius, waiting for them as Narcissa rounds the table to take her seat, expression stony: Kind of you to join us. *turns to Narcissa expectantly*

Harry, raising his eyebrows challengingly at Lucius: *coolly* Like I said, we’re happy for the invitation.

Narcissa gesturing to two chairs: Please, sit down. We have a lovely dinner planned for this special event. *with a sidelong glance at Lucius; pointedly* We’ve never before had the opportunity to entertain someone formally courting our son.

Harry: *pulls out Draco’s chair for him* *heads over to wear Narcissa stands behind her high-backed chair, and pulls it out for her then seats himself across from Draco*

Draco, picking up his napkin with a trembling hand and laying it across his lap: How have you been, Father? Have you been keeping your appointments at Mungo’s?

Lucius, coolly: Yes, I have. I know you mean well, but I’m not a child, son. *seamlessly addressing Harry* Still in Auror corps, I presume, Potter?

Harry, drawing in a long, calming breath: *pins Lucius with a look* *steadily* Yes. And I’m about to be promoted to Head Auror. *glances at Draco’s nervous face; grimaces slightly* What about you, Si– Mr. Malfoy? I read that you invested in the new line of non-slip potions to be used as broom polishes, if I remember correctly. That could revitalize broom sales, right?

Lucius, resolutely not looking at Harry, as though distracted by the house elf that was placing a silver bowl of soup in front of him: *soft, slightly condescending* Surely that’s not all you read about me–

Draco, quietly, knuckles white as he clenches his spoon: Father. Please.

Lucius, breathing in deeply with a tight lipped smile: *fixing Harry with cool grey eyes* It was a sound investment. I believe the company has in fact earned contracts from no less than three reputed brands. *picking up his spoon* *sneering a little* A little young to be Head Auror, aren’t you? Ah, but of course– *smiles again, eyes as cold as ever* –I forget whom I’m speaking to… Potter.

Harry, a bit tightly: Yes, that’s who I am. *significantly* Most people don’t forget, particularly people who– *breaks off at Draco’s pale face* *grinds his teeth a bit* *takes a careful bite of soup after Narcissa has begun eating* *steadier* I believe I’ve earned my position, Mr. Malfoy. I’m very good at… *lip curling just a touch* Catching dark wizards. *overly polite* As far as I know, Nimbus Corp. is not one of those brands; if you like, I may be able to put in a good word with them, for you. The president of the company firecalls me regularly.

Lucius, lip curling as he freezes with his spoon mid air: *looks up slowly to meet Harry’s gaze* I require absolutely no favours from you, Potter. Don’t think for a second–

Draco, soup untouched: *interrupting and speaking very quickly* Harry wouldn’t be doing it as a favour, Father, he wouldn’t mention you at all if that’s how you wished for it to be. Besides, Nimbus Corp IS the current top brand, it’s even risen above Firebolt - Harry mentioned it’s what they use on the force–

Harry, smoothly taking over for him: It’s true. They are far less temperamental than Firebolts, which–on very rare occasions, because they’re so customized–can become finicky in the air. So having that sort of polish on our brooms would help ensure our safety, and of course that’s what I’d want for the whole force. *hesitates, eyes on Draco* I do talk to the president of the Firebolt Corporation fairly regularly. They might be interested as well. The polish sounds like an almost universal good for flying. *eats soup quietly for a few minutes while Draco relaxes* *as the soup Vanishes and a new course appears* Narcissa, Draco told me that you helped plan the Greengrass wedding last month; Is that something you enjoy doing? I saw the pictures in the paper–it looked like a beautiful event.

Narcissa, giving a small nod: Thank you. Yes, it was very pleasant. I’ve been trained since childhood to keep a large household and understand the importance of making the right statement during a large event. *with a small laugh* I do try to help my friends as often as I can. I was under the impression that I may never get to plan such an event for my ow– *breaks off, eyes widening* *voice quieter; dignified* Well, our parties have not been so large as they once were. But I think our annual Christmas gala should have many in attendance. I hope you’ll be able to join us.

Harry, smiling softly at Draco’s worried face: If Draco wants me here.

Draco, smiling, eyes still worried: I do, of course I do– *falters at Lucius’ soft snort* *slightly subdued now* I– Mother always does such a brilliant job, you’ll see. She outdoes herself each year.

Lucius, over the rim of his goblet: *impassively as he stares at Harry* I suppose you’re on casual-Floo terms with the president of most companies, aren’t you, Potter?

Draco, clicking his tongue: Father, how is that relev–

Harry, in a hard voice: Yes, I am. I’m sorry, are you not? *raises eyebrows* It can be a tiring at times, but I do try to ensure the safety of those I love. I even have occasional firecalls with some companies I don’t like very much, if I’ve the option to do so. *voice lower, mouth tight* Some people are willing to work within the confines of something they don’t particularly agree with if it will keep those who are more innocent safe from greater harm. *tilts head toward Draco; eyes locked on Lucius’s face* That’s happened all-too-often in the past, and it’s always a shame, wouldn’t you agree?

Lucius, glaring openly: If you’re implying that I don’t care for my only son–

Draco, desperately: Father, no, he– he meant–

Lucius, ignoring him: My concern for him, in fact, extends as far as whoever’s courting him as well, although why he believes you’d know anything about courting a Pureblood, I have absolutely no–

Narcissa, breaking in: I’m sure he was implying no such thing, darling. In fact, it’s very nice to know that the man on Draco’s arm has such protective instincts, isn’t. it. *at Lucius falling silent* *takes a deep breath* *graciously* And Harry’s manners have been impeccable this evening.

Harry, ticking a small, worried frown at Draco: *abashed* Thank you. *glances at Draco’s untouched plate* The food is delicious.

Narcissa, nodding: Draco requested lighter fare than I would usually serve for company, and fewer courses, but the elves still manage to outdo themselves. *takes a delicate bite of her roast; pauses after she swallows* *turns to Draco* So what sorts of things do you and Harry enjoy doing? I believe you mentioned that he escorts you to those muggle– *draws brows together in confusion* –flimsies?

Draco, on a strange choked laugh: Films, Mother. Yes, they’re very enjoyable. We also dine out frequently, but most nights we’re both content to simply curl up together in Harry’s flat– *breaks off, turning a deep beet red and quickly lowering his gaze to his plate as both his parents turn to stare at him in subdued horror*

Harry, concerned and confused: *speaking rapidly* It’s not entirely muggle, of course; I mean, I do have a television. But I’ve made sure it doesn’t conflict with the magic and that Draco’s always comfortable when he stays over; I’ve strengthened my wards, and Kreacher–my elf–is very solicitous of him. I’ve even modified the heating charms in my room because he gets cold at night. *smiles at Draco reassuringly*

Draco, purple in the face and looking like he’s about to pass out: *strangled choked sound* *grabs his water goblet and starts guzzling without pausing for air* *wipes his mouth on his napkin, still not looking up* I– He means, when I– when we– *abruptly pauses, staring for long seconds at a terribly confused looking Harry* *swallows hard, jaw clenching determinedly, eyes calm but still not meeting either of his parents’* Yes, Harry is very attentive to my needs and preferences when I spend the night in his place. *thumbs the stem of his goblet, chest heaving slightly, one corner of his mouth lifting a miniscule amount as he gazes at Harry*

Lucius, eyes bulging slightly: Spend the– You spend the– You can’t possibly mean–

Narcissa: *faintly* Lucius, please. It’s fine.

Harry, with dawning.understanding: *eyes going huge* Draco… I- *bites lip* *weakly* Yes, Draco often comes over when– when my friends are there to– chaperone, and we have coffee and watch television and such. *a bit desperate; anxiously watching Draco’s face* It– it can go quite late before everyone goes home. Right?

Draco, smiling a little wider now: It’s alright, love. *turning to Narcissa with a sudden burst of courage that’s almost tangible* I’m glad you think it’s fine, Mother. The rules of courting have changed after all. And Harry has done absolutely nothing to which I have not completely consented to, so… *bites lip, looks down* *very meekly glances sideways at his father who is glaring at him, looking absolutely thunderous* Father, I–

Lucius, dangerously soft: Not a word, Draco. *turning to Harry* So. *seems speechless with mortified fury* So.

Harry, setting a defiant chin up but still trying to protect the image of Draco’s innocence: *glares at Lucius* That’s right. Draco often sleeps at my house when it’s gotten very late after a date and he’s tired. I realize that you may feel it’s inappropriate, and maybe it is to your standards, but times have changed, and dating unchaperoned is no longer considered scandalous. And– *swallowing* I have several guest bedrooms. *smiles and nods at Draco* *determinedly ignores Narcissa’s small, pained noise as Lucius’s face twists*

Draco, very quietly, spine stiff and shoulders squared: Harry… *inhales deeply* I will not lie about anything with regard to our relationship. It’s– you are too important to me and I will not insult you like that. *lips white, eyes steady as he looks around at his father* *pointedly* I don’t use any of his guest rooms. His bed is more than large enough for the both of us to sleep in comfortably.

Lucius, averting his gaze with a small hiss, a flush of embarrassment creeping down past the collar of his robes: Draco, I– *jaw clenching* Needless to say, I am absolutely disgusted and terribly disappointed in you, young man. I had such faith in the values your mother and I instilled in you. We thought you would show some acknowledgement of the fact that you’re a finely brought up Pureblood of money and property and here you are– *shakes his head, lip curled, eyes shut*

Draco, trembling visibly: Father, I– There is absolutely nothing wrong in what I– Harry and I are in love and we–

Lucius, scoffing: Are you now? Well, I suppose that makes it perfectly acceptable to go and sully yourself–

Harry, eyes snapping: *growls low* Watch it, Lucius. We are. There is nothing sullied about Draco, and what we do privately is nobody’s business if we don’t want it to be. Especially yours.

Draco, brokenly: Harry–

Lucius, quietly furious but also oddly smug: Do you see, Cissa? Do you understand now why I was unhappy about Draco associating himself with this– this–

Draco, warningly despite his obvious chagrin: Father, I will not hesitate to–

Narcissa, placing calming hands out: *voice slightly tremulous* Lucius, Draco is in love. And Harry–

Harry, voice sure: –Is in love, too. *turns to Lucius; coldly* So please watch how you speak about the recipient of that feeling.

Lucius, snarling: He is my son!

Draco, voice rising: And I am old enough to know what’s wrong and what’s merely useless old tradition!

Lucius, incredulous: Useless?!

Draco, eyes blazing: Tell me what is quite so scandalous about me having been amorous with the man I am in love with?!

Lucius, sneering and speaking as if addressing a child: And what is to happen when you fall out of love with him?

Draco, rearing back in his seat as if he’s been slapped: Excuse you, Father, but this is not a passing affair!

Harry, chest heaving: *clipped* I have been serious about Draco since we first began courting. After finding out about his– *clears his throat; face set* I would never have disrespected him by deepening our relationship in any way if I hadn’t been. We’ve–since we’ve been together– we’ve always been…honorable with one another, in that way.

Narcissa, sighing loudly and setting down her fork: *exasperated* There, Lucius, you see? They both profess the same feelings, and both claim that whatever…. Activities they share… Are completely respectful. I think you may have jumped to an extreme conclusion. But in any case, Harry is right. It is not.our business.

Draco, scowling: Conclusions? *jutting his nose in the air* I assure you whatever conclusions you both may have drawn, they are probably accurate. Harry and I have– *breaks off on a squeak when Harry kicks him under the table and gives him a hysterical “what are you doing?!” glare* *scowls deeper, deliberately looking away from Harry* *loudly* Harry and I have– we have done– we have enjoyed all the naked touching! *juts out chin with apparent pride when Narcissa clamps a hand over her mouth and Lucius splutters wetly* And it has been absolutely divine and I have enjoyed every minute, every second, of it and Harry is a very thorough lover and I couldn’t have found someone more–

Harry: *voice low and serious* Draco, stop. That’s enough *when Draco falls silent* *squares his shoulders; eyes on his plate* Yes. Draco and I are intimate. I take full responsibility, particularly considering how little he knew of… such things before we began dating. But… *sighs; looks up at Draco with a small smile* I don’t feel that any of the things we share are wrong and I don’t think Draco does, either.

Draco: *blushes suddenly and smiles into his goblet*

Lucius, stunned and quite out of words: I– I have absolutely no requirement for further information from either of you and–

Narcissa: *brisk* Yes. Good. Then maybe you will think again before questioning our son on his private activities. *sighs; picks up fork* So I would suggest we shelve this discussion indefinitely.

Harry, grateful: *mutters* Merlin, yes.

~After the strained, mostly silent dinner~

Narcissa, smoothly rising: Now, I know you said you and Harry would not be able to stay long after eating, but if you would consider joining us for a sherry before you depart, darling?

Harry, rising as well, studiously not looking at Lucius: Yes, that sounds nice, thank you. *takes Draco’s.arm and calmly kisses the corner of his mouth in front of his parents* Shall we?

Lucius, suspiciously polite: Potter, if it’s not too much trouble, a word? In my study perhaps? *to Narcissa* We’ll just be along in a minute, dearest. *to Draco* Go keep your mother company, son.

Harry: *shakes his head at Draco’s outraged expression* I’m fine. Go, talk to your mother. *leans in, close to Draco’s ear* I love you.

Draco, clutching Harry’s elbow, looking uncertainly between his father and Harry: Father, perhaps–

Harry: *voice low, still leaning in to Draco comfortingly* It’s not the end of the world. *quirks a smile* We were both almost there for that. And if it was, I think I’ve proved myself capable of handling it. *kisses Draco again despite Narcissa’s swift, startled inhale* *touches the small of Draco’s back and gives a light push* This won’t take long. *turns to Lucius* *grimly* After you.

Lucius, with narrowed eyes: *nods curtly, turns on his heel and leads Harry back out through the sitting room, outside and down the elaborately lit corridor to another door through which he steps before standing back to let Harry enter* *gestures carelessly for him to take a seat* *tightly* Scotch?

Harry, raising an eyebrow as he sits: If you’ll join me. We’re trained not to take refreshment if we don’t entirely trust the source.

Lucius, gritting his teeth: *pours out two tumblers of scotch* *pointedly takes a sip* *holds the other one out to Harry with a haughtily raised eyebrow*

Harry, just as pointedly pulling his wand: *casts a revealing spell for poisons* *smiles thinly and takes a sip* Thank you. *leans back, crossing one leg over the other* So… I’m assuming you didn’t insist on this private meeting to kill me, then. What can I do for you, Lucius?

Lucius, with no preface: Throw me in Azkaban if you have to, but don’t use my son to punish me for my crimes.

Harry, coughing as he inhales his next sip: *eyes watering* *furiously* How fucking dare you. It isn’t me who’s the known manipulator between the two of us. It wasn’t me that put Draco in danger ten years ago because of my outdated, racist ideology. And it wasn’t me who, not an hour ago, said he was disgusting and came very close to calling him something unforgivable because he was engaged in a loving, consensual sexual relationship with someone. *seething* If I wanted you in Azkaban, I could have you there at any time. Why would I bother using Draco for that? And why do you give him so little credit to discern what’s real and what’s not?

Lucius, unperturbed: *swirls his scotch around lightly, wrist resting on one knee* Hmm. *with a sudden, mirthless little laugh* But you see, I don’t remember ever leaving my son to bleed on the floor of an abandoned bathroom– *at Harry’s look of horror* –oh yes, Severus Snape told us a great many things before his death. So forgive me, Harry Potter, for not being immediately inclined to believe that you have come to care for the same boy you once tried to kill.

Harry, glaring into his scotch: *tightly* I think you’ll recall that Draco and I had a mutually… acrimonious relationship. I’ve apologized for that to him privately; he’s apologized to me for other things. We’ve grown up. We talk, now. *smirking coldly* And then we usually fall into bed for six hours straight. *shrugs* Or onto one of our office desks when we just really need each other and don’t have the time to go home.

Lucius, insouciant except for a twitch in his right eye: And it’s that kind of talk, this kind of juvenile behaviour, that has me concerned. I realise that impressing me, or convincing me, is nowhere on your to-do list, Potter– *pauses at Harry’s snort and smiles a wry smile before continuing* –but then I’m not particularly concerned with your opinion of me. I have but one son and he seems frightfully attached to you already and I have more than enough reason to be skeptical of this whole courtship. So display some of your much talked about honour and tell me very plainly, what your intentions with my son are.

Harry, mouth tight: I’m fairly certain you’d be “concerned” with me no matter how I behaved. *views Lucius narrowly as the rest of his words sink in* *sets drink aside; leans forward* *firmly* I intend to marry him. And I don’t intend to let someone like you stop me.

Lucius, exhaling sharply, eyes wide: *sets his drink aside with a shaking hand* *straightens in his seat, crossing and uncrossing a leg over the other, expression making it clear that he’s struggling to process Harry’s words* *after several seconds* You…intend to marry him? You– You intend to marry him? Draco? You?

Harry, exhaling hard: *curtly* Yes. I am going to marry Draco, if he’ll have me. Did you really not hear any of that over dinner about loving each other? *face softening fractionally as looks toward the closed door of the study* I think you have a concept of it. I think, despite your mistakes, you love Draco. And I know he loves you. *looks back* *flatly* it’s the one thing you and I will ever have in common. And I know…. *grimaces* I know the Pureblood thing matters to you. I may not have the pedigree you’re looking for, but you won’t find anyone with better references; nor anyone better able or more willing to protect him and make him happy. So consider this me formally asking for his hand. And, Lucius? *pins him with an implacable stare* I’m. Not. Asking. So you might want to give your consent, or look like a complete idiot.

Lucius, returning his stare just as unflinchingly: I want my son to be happy. *swallows, looks away* And– and if marrying you will make him happy– I– *sighs softly, picking up his drink* It’s him you have to ask. If Draco accepts, not even my objections can stop him from doing what he wants to do. *takes a sip, jaw clenched, eyes still slightly shocked*

Harry, inhaling slowly: *body relaxing by degrees* If he says yes, he’ll want to know that you approve. He’ll marry me, but it’ll make him unhappy to think you haven’t given your consent on the matter. *mildly* By the way, if you ever call him disgusting or disappointing in my presence again, I’ll break your fucking nose.

Lucius, eyes narrowing as a hint of a smile graces the corners of his lips: I’m appropriately terrified, Potter. *gets to his feet* *smooths out his robes fussily for a moment; finally meets Harry’s eye* Thank you– for speaking with me. *without waiting for Harry to answer* I believe our return is being awaited, and I dislike keeping my wife waiting. So– *sweeps towards the door, leaving his drink on the sideboard on his way* *opens the door and turns* Shall we?

Harry, rising fluidly: *nods shortly as he passes him* Lucius.

#virgin draco #woooo harry you don't just drop a bomb like that on an old man #i mean #what if lucy had had a heart failure #but loool #did you guys enjoy that?#yes he said marriage #but there is angst coming #so don't get excited yet bahahaha #im so sorry #i'm not evil i promise #erm...#bix is #lololol #randy prat #innocent pureblood #drarry #bixgirl1

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themercyless · 4 years

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Noriko Timeline

Past

400 years in the past.

Nida was kidnapped as an experiment by the Tsunayashiro. A fullbringer grafted with Hollow parts to awaken her piece of the Rei-o. Hollow cells introduced in small doses to her hands in order to try and prevent rejection. This caused her to cherish her hands, believing them to be the only worthy part of herself. She was turned into a soul and brought to the Tsunayashiro clan. The Clan itself created a false record of her as a daughter of an aristocrat and a Tsunayashiro, placing her as a “Daughter” to a Tsunayashiro Member, Ryuji Tsunayashiro. (A common tactic for the clan to ‘obtain’ Rei-o candidates, which would later be attempted in marrying Tokinada with Kakyō). Nida, whom would then come to be known as Noriko (Meaning Lawful child), led a somewhat iffy life among the Tsunayashiro Nobility. She was somewhat cloistered because of her abilities, though she was trained to follow Noble customs, and when she was better able to control her abilities and keep her Fullbring (Her hands) in check, she was allowed to attend aristocratic events. However, when Tokinada grew to be a bit older, he would often go out of his way to bother her, finding her fascinating and always seeing if he could get her into a rage. Because of this, she developed a short temper outside of aristocratic events, and even in them he tested her patience. As she began to grow more and more familiar with the Family workings, Nida secretly began to glean that she wasn’t what they said she was. With some interference with Tokinada, he wound up revealing to her what she was as a means of further totrmenting her. She was enraged, but with all of her noble training, she internalized this, pretending not to care and focusing only on upholding her standing as a noble in the family. During the whole Aizen Issue which removed several gotei Captains (who would later become the Vizards), Nida accused Tokinada of being responsible of the incident, and attempted to have him punished. However, with the event, ironically enough, having nothing to do with Tokinada, despite certainly being up his alley, she lost standing in the family, she was no longer allowed to partake in social events as frequently and was made to apologize to Tokinada for her transgressions. An act that greatly pleased Tokinada himself. Nida’s absence was felt slightly, given her unique attitude and the fact that she was fairly popular among the noble men. As such, for a punishment, she was considered to have owed a debt to the family, and used the opportunity to try and strengthen ties with a lower clan. They presented her in full dress-up at an event, just around the time when Isshin Shiba went missing from the world of the living, It was even suggested that she be married off to a member of the shiba clan before the incident. But with the decline of the house’s standing, the Tsunayashiro family dropped the idea. Instead she was married off to a lower Aristocratic man. However, since she was a noble of higher standing, it was he who took on the Tsunayashiro name, this was to placate the man’s family who had grown increasingly suspicious of the Tsunayashiro clan’s conduct in the world of the living. A gesture of good faith to offer a lovely daughter of the clan to him as a wife, even offering him a seat on the Council. Thus for the next twenty years she played wife to the man, however to ensure that he did not go making an heir that might someday take over the clan, the man was chemically neutered, a fact he would never find out. Fast forward to the invasion of the Ryoka and the Noble Houses were in a bit of a tiffy over the Shiba’s assistance towards the Ryoka. Though the matter was swept under the rug thanks to the ryoka winding up helping take down the Traitor Aizen who murdered central 46 (Which included many members of the Tsunayashiro family), still as a new body of Central 46 was to be made, the top members of the Tsunayashiro clan were the moved, taking up duties to maintain control over the new governing body of the Gotei 13. This moved up a number of lower-standing members of the Tsunayashiro clan, and even Nida’s husband came to be a somewhat more respected and senior member of the Council, becoming more than just the figurehead he had been previously. As a result of this, Nida became more and more aware of the actions of the clan, talking with her new Husband about these things in her family she had previously only come to hint at because of Tokinada’s cruel jeering. In this, little by little, she came to know the extent of the Family’s rotten deeds. Through the events of the Winter war, and eventually the Fullbringer Incident, her Husband, with her guidance behind the scenes, came to garner better and better standing in the new Tsunayashiro council. And, finally, after the Invasion of the Quincy and the Defense of the Soul King Great War, opportunity struck. Tokinada began making his moves, Killing the entire Tsunayashiro council, including Nida’s husband. With his following actions throwing the Tsunayashiro family in discord as he openly began to expose the secrets of the family to the other noble houses, and even his insane intent to create a new soul king and bring them to the world of the living. When Tokinada’s insane plan was finally foiled, the man himself was killed by his own hubris, and finally the other Noble Families came to finally gain the leverage to begin making the upper nobility answer for their crimes thanks to the blatant actions of Tokinada, it was amidst this chaos that Nida took a leaf from the book of her childhood frienemy. With all of the major leaders of the clan dead, and her being on record as a Daughter of the Tsunayashiro, and one of the oldest living survivors, Nida then took the opportunity to take over the family. Establishing herself as Family head, she managed to collect information she’d gathered from her husband over the years, selling out the recently Deceased Tokinada to the surviving members of the family, and offering it to help make tokinada a scapegoat. They could pass off the Family’s horrendous deeds seized by Yoruichi Shihouin during the Hikone incident as being the work of Tokinada himself, distancing the family from his crimes. In exchange, Noriko Nida Tsunayashiro was named the next head of the Family.

Following this, Noriko came to establish a proper rapport with the other Great Families, an in order to properly express the Tsunayashiro’s interest in bonding with both the Gotei and the other Families, Noriko subjected herself to take the Shino Academy Exam, and within a month, took up the vacant position of Captain of the Seventh Division, a position greatly desired by Nida, in hopes of upholding the tradition of deep loyalty that Captain Sajin Komamura had instilled within it.

#[Behind the Criminal - Noriko]

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theyrealllegends · 5 years

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Careful (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Chapter Summary: After one last party before the boys’ tour there’s quite an intimate talk that’s been long overdue between Tiffany and Roger - at least if you asked drunk him.

Author’s Note: Roger’s being very two faced, being that cute and that angry so shortly after each other but I kinda like this about his character, I was hoping it’d give him some depth and I’d be glad if you noticed, I guess. This might not be an easy chapter, please consider the warning!

Words: ~2.5k

Warnings: One (1) man is getting very drunk. Actually it’s more than one. Also, there’s a really bad pickup line and men are being assholes, please be aware and consider skipping this chapter, I don’t wanna upset you. Fists are almost thrown and there’s a whole lot of bad language. Also, mentions of sex. There’s a lot going on in this one, sorry, I guess.

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