Just Barty Casually Chewing On Evan

just Barty casually chewing on Evan

it’s his love language 🤷🏼‍♀️

Can't believe I'm obsessed with a bitch named bartemius

Barty is the kind of lad to wear crop tops even in the coldest and harshest midst of winter. "Fuck off, I don't catch colds", he'd say. "I'm built different." Only to turn around with chattering teeth the moment no one is looking and practically beg Evan to pass over his hoodie.

Our Little Secret - Part 1

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 628 | Part one of three |

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Evan shoved up onto his hands, the blankets of his bed sliding down his bare chest as he blinked in the morning sunlight.

“Barty?” he asked, confused as to why the other boy was already fully dressed and awake. And based on the hand he still had on the bathroom doorknob—the closing of which had undoubtedly caused Evan’s rude wake up call—he had been awake for a while now.

Barty looked at Evan, who didn’t miss the way his eyes dropped to his chest. With some obvious effort, Barty tore his gaze away to stare at the floor. His expression wiped itself blank, and from previous experiences Evan knew that he wouldn’t enjoy whatever Barty had to say next.

“What is it?” Evan said quietly, not wanting to ask but forcing himself to anyway. He knew that it would only get worse if he put it off.

“I think that last night shouldn’t have happened,” Barty said in an awful monotone. “We weren’t thinking straight and got carried away and made a mistake.”

Evan’s hands twisted violently in the sheets.

“A mistake,” he said carefully. He could hear the way his tone had become testy, but he couldn’t stop it from coming out like that.

Barty nodded. His hair was still mussed up from where Evan had run fingers through it the night before, and the strands fell over his eyes as his head moved jerkily.

“And I don’t think we should tell Reg or Pandora or anyone, y’know? Just kinda keep it, uh, on the down-low.”

And at Barty’s words, Evan felt a wicked sense of rightness fall into place. Of course he had finally gotten what he’d wanted for ages just to have it immediately ripped away and labeled as a dirty mistake that should be kept quiet.

“It can be our little secret,” Barty continued.

“Our little secret,” Evan deadpanned, and Barty nodded enthusiastically, seemingly oblivious to Evan’s complete and utter reluctance.

“Exactly.”

The blankets twisted up into a complicated heap as Evan pushed them away, shaking his head with a bitter laugh as he stood.

Barty shifted his weight nervously.

“Evs? What’s wrong?”

Evan laughed again at the pet name, and the fact that Barty was so stupidly oblivious that he couldn’t see what was right in front of his eyes. But he knew he’d say something he’d regret if he answered, so he kept his mouth shut as he shoved on some pants and a shirt.

Barty winced as Evan slammed the drawer to his dresser shut, still refusing to look at Barty as he moved throughout the room, picking up Barty’s clothes from where they had been scattered the previous night.

“Here,” he said when he was done, shoving the pile into Barty’s arms. “I think you must’ve misplaced these. But don’t worry, I’m sure it was just a mistake.”

Evan smiled, but it came out warped and wrong, more like a grimace than anything else. Barty searched his expression, looking for something that just about everyone but him could see.

“Rosie?” he asked quietly.

Evan’s response was immediate.

“Don’t call me that.”

A flicker of worry flashed across Barty’s face, but he adapted quickly. “Okay. What’s the matter, Evs?”

“Not that, either,” he snapped. Barty flinched again, and a sock fell from the pile of clothes he was holding. Barty didn’t seem to notice.

“What did I do?”

“What did you do.” Evan laughed, but it sounded hollow even to his ears. “Should I make you a list? Should I spell it out?”

Evan had spent to long being Barty’s best friend to not notice when his confusion took on the edge of frustration, his jaw tensing slightly before saying, “Can’t you just tell me plainly like any other normal person?”

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(Part two out tomorrow)

ugh i love them

Sirius&Barty, Bad Bitch Club