bite like a rabid dog

i mean i'm the terrible parts of him who is horribly jealous and tries to make those who care about him angry because all he knows is anger. who only feels loudly or not at all. who wants to be in trouble, not because it's a kink but because good attention just doesn't ever feel the same. who yells and hurts people and manipulates those around him and knows he is doing it and relishes in that knowledge. who refuses to apologize even when he's sure he's wrong. who refuses to open up at all but pities himself because no one fucking gets him and he is yearning to be heard.

toxic rosekiller who have almost killed each other at least twenty times in twelve months. toxic rosekiller that everyone accepts as completely unhealthy and who believe that they are the absolute pinnacle of love

fucking each other hard after and whispering that the other is theirs and theirs alone as they mouth over the matching tattoos they got when they were 17

like pleasepleasepleasegimmieattention and lookatme and talktomeinsteadofthatotherfriend and canyoujustmessageme and callmesweetgorgeousthings and honestlyyoushouldjustbemineminemineminefuckeveryoneelseyouremineilikeyou

When Evan kisses Barty, it's with hissed words and patience. Evan needs him like oxygen, but he's always slow with it because that's what gets Barty needy and keening for him. He loves grabbing Barty's face and neck, whispering back into Barty's panting and open mouth, telling him how good or bad a boy he is

can be meant to be written as a oneshot or smth longer

i wish i were some lasting and ineffable creature, who stretched up and snarled and then was gone

i am nothing and i am everything

Whenever I read "Bat" and "Ev" from one of them I lowk wanna riot because THATS NOT MY BABIES' NAMES