#pre rosekiller

[ttroubledwaters]

*evan and Barty cuddling*

Evan: no homo right?

Barty, chuckling: no homo

[nikholascrow]

shower thoughts - word count: 423 - pre rosekiller fluff

Barty sat fully clothed in the bathtub, the loud sounds of the overhead shower soaking his clothes and trying and failing to drown out his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how he’d expected this time to be any different. It was always the same. He really should give up on this whole love thing.

The shower shut off abruptly startling Barty out of his thoughts and unseeing stare. Evan plopped himself down on the floor next to the bathtub two containers of ice cream held in one arm and two spoons in hand, he used his free hand to hold one of the ice cream tubs and a spoon out to Barty.

“rough night?” Evan’s tone was casual, conversational, not demanding for Barty to tell him everything just giving him the option.

Barty took a few bites of his ice cream, strawberry, his favorite, before he spoke. “he dumped me” he stabbed his ice cream a little agressively with his spoon “said I was ‘too much’ and he ‘didn’t have the energy to deal with me’ whatever that means.”

Evan didn’t say anything just nodded softly so Barty continued

“The asshole didn’t even have the decency to do it somewhere private. He did it right there in the restaurant and left me with the bill.” Barty scowled at his knees pulling them up closer to his chest as he picked at the rips in his jeans.

Evan frowned at that “Bitch.”

“I know!! and he had audacity to keep my fucking hoodie!” Barty stabbed aggressively at his ice cream again

“I’m pretty sure that was my hoodie actually-“

Barty snorted “that hoodie stopped being yours the second you left it in my room”

Evan laughed, it was sweet and soft and for a while Barty laughed too. they both trailed off after a few minutes and the bathroom was quiet again

“I really thought he liked me this time” Barty whispered, dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder, his still wet hair soaking Evan’s shirt Evan didn’t seem to mind. He just reached over and rubbed Barty’s back. Silence fell again but it was comforting this time.

“wanna go order a pizza, watch old disney movies and talk shit about him till you feel better?”

Barty laughed “hell yes”

And as they curled up on the couch in their shared apartment, the scent of one of Evan’s hoodies and Evan’s mint chocolate chip breath filling his nose. Barty thought maybe he would be okay because he was never too much for Evan, Evan always stayed.

[ttroubledwaters]

*pre roskiller, start of starchaser*

Barty after one of his hookups leave: *sighs dreamily* sex, am I right?

Regulus, staring at james: yeah

Evan, asexual and in love with his hypersexual best friend: no :)

[ttroubledwaters]

reading a fic about a guy who lets (and WANTS) his partner to "explore his insides" through awake surgeries but it's okay cause its just barty crouch jr and evan rosier

[ttroubledwaters]

cue rosekiller calling each other sickly pet names but they progressively get weirder about it .

from "baby" and "love" to "sugar lips" and "angel cheeks"

[ttroubledwaters]

pre rosekiller except it's manwhore barty and asexual evan.

[ttroubledwaters]

the genuine concern I feel when I see posts about roskiller