Im Crying

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.

Everytime Ian cries i cry. Its so heartbreaking. this poor kid

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

Ian flipping Mickey's knife was so fucking hot bro

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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.