God I Fucking Hate Monica

god i fucking hate Monica

MICKEY IS IN THE INTRO I REPEAT MICKEY IS IN THE INTRO

snake - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 211

"What do you think?" Barty asked in a hushed voice, holding the hem of his shirt up to reveal the tattoo he'd gotten earlier that day.

Evan could only stare. His mouth watered as his eyes traced the way the snake curved and curled up Barty's ribes, coiling over his pale skin. "When does it heal?" he asked, not even caring that his voice was rough and cracking.

"I got it at a magic shop. Hurt like a bitch, but it's already heal- oh!"

But the end of Barty's sentence was cut off by Evan pushing him back on the bed, ignoring the warning bells that were going off in his mind that were telling him to stop, to think about this, that Barty was his best friend, that this would ruin things, because fuck he needed.

And as he began kissing and licking up the length of the snake, tracing up Barty's ribs with his hands, he realized that Barty wasn't pushing him off. That instead, the other boy was pulling him closer. That they were both moaning and pushing into each other.

"Fuck, Ev," he heard Barty cry out as he flicked his tongue over hot skin, and suddenly, the warning bells were gone. Because everything felt so right.

promise - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 229

"I'm going to end you," eleven-year-old Barty Crouch growled to Evan Rosier, furious the other boy got the bed by the window before him.

"I welcome it," Evan smirked at him, offering a hand. "I'm Evan. Nice to meet you."

-

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," thirteen-year-old Evan rolled his eyes at Barty, angry that the other boy had once again taken the last of the chocolate cake at dinner.

"Go right ahead," Barty replied thickly, cake still in his mouth.

-

"Oh, I'm going to murder you," fifteen-year-old Barty snarked at Evan, holding up his favorite t-shirt, which now had a giant stain. "Stop stealing my stuff!"

"Make me," Evan retorted, eyes rolling.

-

"I'm going to hex your prick off!" sixteen-year-old Evan screamed at Barty, fuming that Barty had once again walked in on him when he'd brought back a girl to their dorm.

"Go ahead!" Barty yelled back, emotion that Evan didn't understand filling his eyes.

-

"Oh, Rosie. I'm gonna destroy you," eighteen-year-old Barty grinned down at Evan, hovering over the other boy, pinning his hands to the bed with his own, their lips inches away from each other.

"Promise?" Evan asked with a suggestive smirk, moving his hips a bit to make Barty gasp.

And their lips crashed together, a tangle of tongues and teeth and heat and seven years' worth of built-up tension.

I love Mandy, so much she's my favorite 😍

I’m crying

why am I googling things about shameless/noel when I see this and start bawling?

I hadn’t seen this post before, and even if I did I’d still be crying about it.