Kirk/Spock Fic Rec List, Part ii

So here’s 52 different/new Spirk fics. As always, they’re alphabetically organized. New recommendations are always welcome :) [Part i, here.]

  1. A Bump in the Night by DB2020 — When Halloween coincides with shore leave on Earth, Kirk’s husband and son indulge his illogical love of the holiday. Come nightfall, things that go bump in the night have Kirk on alert. Someone’s following him.
  2. A Cross-Species Idiot’s Guide to: Romantic Feelings by Gear_King — …And this is why the entire Federation thinks that James Kirk and Spock are in love. No, really.
  3. A Far Better Place by thejabberwock (artless) – After killing his captain, Spock chooses death.
  4. A Measure of Worth by heeroluva — An encounter with an Orion slave ship, brings with it an unexpected gift. // 
  5. A Second Chance by ayesakara –An incident during a shore leave gone disastrous leaves Spock with a link he never expected with his captain–a bond he needs but which he suspects Jim never wanted. The consequences of how he deals with that ‘belief’ change everything for them.
  6. Alien Anatomy by Sangwin – Spock matriculates to Starfleet Academy with a mysterious past and an uncertain future. An unexpected roommate and a (somewhat) unprovoked bar fight are just the research opportunities needed for Spock, Kirk and even McCoy to learn the exact location of an alien heart.
  7. Always Shall Be by Saucery – The Vulcan ambassador has this kid, all tall and gawky and serious, with shoulders so stiff they might as well be two knobs on a plank of wood. His name’s Spock, and he has the dorkiest hairstyle Jim’s ever seen. It’s like a helmet, smooth and shiny, and Jim wonders if it comes right off, like the plastic hairpieces on those antique Lego sets he used to play with when he was five.
  8. Among the Clouds by museaway –Spock’s own bonding with T'Pring had been decided by his parents based on mental compatibility. It was logical. Desiring to be with Jim was not.
  9. Antithesis by annenburg Kirk is given an assignment he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to finish. “What would you have done differently in the situation on Tarsus IV?” His childhood nightmare double-spaced in twelve-point font.
  10. Armchair Psychology by bigmamag –McCoy forces Kirk and Spock to write an ongoing list of things they like about each other. Kirk doesn’t know if he’ll be able to make his weekly quota. At least, not at first.
  11. AT THE SAME STARS by spicyshimmy –First Officer Spock of the USS Enterprise is part of the away team that discovers the survivors of Tarsus IV. Captain Pike assigns him to the curious case of James Tiberius Kirk, who steals one of Spock’s sweaters. There were no sufficient Vulcan poetics to describe the emptiness of the colony as it was found on the morning of stardate 2249.43. The fully-completed residential sector was neither ugly nor beautiful but simply remote; a hollow landscape of metal alloys and sensible architecture, with determined vegetation growing alongside the support beams. They did not flower.
  12. Bragging Rights by Ragdoll  Two and a half years into his time at Starfleet Academy, Jim Kirk meets Lieutenant-Commander Spock, and the sparks begin to fly.
  13. Chicken by centrifuge — Well, that escalated quickly.
  14. Constellation by Th-bye-la (TextReciprocation) — Jim meets Spock when he’s eight years old. A decade, a famine, and a bar fight later, he falls in love.
  15. Desideratum by what_alchemy – Desideratum: from the Latin, something lacked and wanted. Spock has certain shore leave habits he’s kept secret for two years. Jim finally crashes his party.

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“I’m not!” Jim cries, and he’s actually really freaked out right now. He concentrates hard, brings his lips together for the first ‘b’ sound, and— “Grumpypants. Fuck! What’s wrong with me? Grumpypants. Dr. Grumpypants! What the fuck!”

And Bones, bless him, must see the panic in his eyes because he quickly lays a calming hand on Jim’s shoulder, any trace of annoyance gone. “Okay, Jim, take it easy,” he says. “Language center, remember? This is probably just a side effect. Given the giant clusterfuck that is the human brain, you’re lucky if this is the extent of it.”

Lucky? Jim gapes at him, and to his credit, Bones withers a little. “Okay, let’s do another scan,” his friend says, paging a nurse. “And then we’ll run a few more tests.”

Six hours and what feels like every single test, injection, and scan available in sickbay later, he gets a verdict: everything normal, except for that one part of his brain that insists on bypassing all his inhibitions and making him call everyone he comes across by a nickname based on the way he feels about them. Case in point: Grumpypants.

Bones grumbles all the way to Jim’s quarters. “Honestly, of all the nicknames in the world, you pick the one that’s copyright Fisher Price.”

“Hey, it could’ve been worse,” Jim answers, keying in his passcode. “I could secretly think you’re an asshole. Or hot.”

“Oh god, spare me,” Bones says, making gagging noises as he shoves a hypospray and a couple of capsules into Jim’s hand. “Blue one’s for headaches, yellow one’s for sleep. Comm me if anything comes up, okay?”

Jim nods. “Night, Grumpypants,” he says, and gets one last scowl for his trouble before closing the door.

In the safety of his quarters, he looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath. Truth be told, even though he’s been playing it cool with everyone so far, he’s actually pretty anxious. And it’s not for the expected reasons. He’s not worried about accidentally sexually harassing a random ensign or calling one of his crewmembers the scum of the earth when he asks for a report. Jim’s always been pretty open with the people around him, not overly concerned about making his opinion known, be it good or bad. It’s the way he’s always operated, and it’s earned him his fair share of enemies, but also a large group of fiercely loyal friends.

So no, Jim isn’t worried about accidentally insulting the rest of the crew.

He’s worried about Spock.

Miscommunication (Jim’s brain gets scrambled during an away mission gone wrong, with interesting results.) by sinestrated

I’ve been searching for these two (three) fics for a long time now and finally found them again last night. For anyone who is interested: 

Antithesis by annenburg

Kirk is given an assignment he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to finish. “What would you have done differently in the situation on Tarsus IV?"  His childhood nightmare double-spaced in twelve-point font. Academy AU. 

Fluff abound:

Never Too Late by ED of Oblivion

Written for LJ’s STXI Kink Meme. Also known as, “Five times Spock thought no one was looking, and one time he knew he was caught.” De-aged/kid!fic. Kirk/Spock 

And it’s companion:

What We Remember Forever 

Companion piece to “Never Too Late.” A series of snippets and drabbles further detailing Jim’s experiences during his “second childhood.” Fluff. De-aged/kid!fic.

“I am coming with you,” Savok announced before either T'Pring or McCoy could say anything.

“Kiddo, he’s not your Daddy—”

“I know that, Uncle Bones. However, since Daddy and Father are engaged in sexual intercourse at the moment—”

Jim spluttered and heard McCoy make a similar sound, turning red in the face. “Dammit, I knew the Royal hobgoblin and Jim couldn’t be trusted with raising a kid!”

Savok gave him an unimpressed look, pursing his little lips. “My parents are not at fault. My hearing is functional, Uncle Bones, and since I am not mentally afflicted, I am capable of drawing my own conclusions based on the information I am presented with. I am well aware of what my parents do in privacy of their quarters.”

McCoy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please, take him away,” he told Jim before shaking his head and muttering,   “Goddammit, I knew this would happen when Spock and Jim decided to procreate. They did it to spite me! To put me into an early grave!”

“Cease being overly dramatic, Leonard, and help me return to our room,” T'Pring said, putting a hand on her huge belly as Jim walked away. “Your son responds to your emotional outbursts in a most unpleasant fashion.”

What a madhouse.

Shaking his head, Jim followed the maid.

“Are you married to Father, too?” Savok asked him.

“Nope,” Jim said, snorting. “I doubt he even exists in my world. Vulcans do not have Royalty where I come from.”

The toddler gave him a long, serious look. “It is illogical to assume that only because Vulcans do not have Royalty, members of the First House of Vulcan do not exist in your world. Are you certain that you have not heard of our Matriarch, T'Pau?”

Jim frowned. Actually…He had heard of a Vulcan female called T'Pau. Wasn’t she the only person to have refused a seat on the Federation Council? 

“Maybe I have,” he said before tapping his finger against Savok’s little nose. “Not that it matters. I have no interest in marrying anyone, much less some Vulcan guy. No offence to your father.”

“My father is not an ordinary Vulcan male,” Savok said, rather defensively. It was kind of cute. “He is highly intelligent and hot as hell.”

Jim stared at him. “What?”

“Daddy says so,” Savok informed him. “He also says that Father gives the best head in the world.” He frowned slightly, looking puzzled. “However, I am uncertain of its meaning. How would Father give his head to anyone?”

“No idea,” Jim said, his face rather hot. “But I’m going to have a word  with your dad about what is appropriate to say in the presence of overly-intelligent, nosy little boys.”

Hi, You Were My Husband in another Life, Professor (Um, hi. I’m Jim. Jim Kirk. You don’t know me, but I know you. Well, sort of. It’s a long story. All of this started when I… Actually, no, it started when my mom got it into her head that… well, it’s kind of complicated. Long story short, I accidentally ended up in another universe and… Look, I know it sounds crazy, but in that universe, we—the other me and you—are married and you’re the crown prince of Vulcan Kingdom. It does sound crazy, I know. Fuck, I don’t even know why I’m doing this. I don’t really know you—hell, I’m not even sure I want to know you. It’s not like I think you and me… I’m just curious, I guess. You’ll probably ignore me anyway; I know I would if I were a Vulcan and got a call like that from some stranger. Fuck it, it was a stupid idea. Bye, Spock.[Eighteen-year-old Jim ends up in Once Upon A Time’s universe. When he gets back, Jim’s curiosity gets the better of him. And then things become complicated.]) by littlebirdtold (touchingthelimit)

“I don’t really know how to be a dad, Millie. Basically mine was, you know… he was shit, too, and um, and he left. It was good that he left, though, but… I’m never going to be that. Any of it. I really promise, sweetheart. Just – I’m never gonna hurt you, you know? And um, I’m always going to be here. You and me, Millie, we’re a team, okay? Just the two of us. Whatever happens with the boys, okay, you and me – we’re what’s forever. And that’s really scary, okay, so you’ve just gotta deal with me.

“I really don’t know what I’m doing, though. You scare the pants off me. I’m gonna make lots of mistakes, but I am trying.” Harry swallows again and rubs Millie’s back in small circles. She gurgles and Harry can feel it all through her chest and belly, humming up against him, and he loops his thumb over her fat little arm right where bones will grow and make a wrist. 

“I love you,” Harry murmurs, and his voice breaks but he doesn’t stop this time. “I fucking – sorry, I’m sorry. I just love you so much it scares me, and it doesn’t even make sense because like, before tonight, you weren’t – I mean, of course, you were a person, but like… you can’t talk or anything, so it wasn’t really like – talking to you, I didn’t know you? But you’re real. And you really are a little person with like feelings and stuff, and I just… I really want you to love me. ‘Cause I love you.” Harry takes a deep breath and holds it for a second, letting the oxygen rattle around in his brain, before he exhales. 

He can tell that Millie is sound asleep. Harry presses his lips together and figures that if nothing else, that probably means she trusts him. Right now, he supposes that’s enough. 

May You Enjoy Your New Life by Ammyarrowshigh

“So, I just got a text from Ed,” Niall says. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Zayn says. Niall glares at him. 

“He’s at work and he wants to know if we know why Harry just sold a large portion of his record collection,” Niall says. Zayn’s eyes go a little wide at that. 

“Oh my god,” he says. 

“What? Do you know something?” Niall asks. 

“I might,” Zayn says, shaking his head. He pulls out his phone, trying to decide who to text or what to do, when Danielle waves at them from behind the counter of the clothing resale shop she must work at. She flags them down, looking a little worried. Zayn shakes his head, trying to tell himself that they didn’t, they wouldn’t, even though he’s pretty sure they did.

“Hey guys,” Danielle says. 

“Hi!” Niall says. 

“Louis was just here, and he sold this jacket? He seemed really upset about it, he was like, petting it? But then he told me it was for a good cause?” Danielle says, shooting them both a questioning look. 

“They did, they actually did,” Zayn says. 

“What?” Niall asks. 

“They’re so, they’re living out classic stories now,” Zayn says. 

“I’m lost,” Danielle says. Zayn looks at both of them and then figures that he’s going to need help sorting this out so they should probably know. 

“Gift of the Magi?” Zayn says. “Louis’ jacket, Harry’s records. Tickets for Lou, a record player for Haz,” Zayn says. 

“No,” Niall says, eyes disbelieving. 

“I don’t know how to process how adorable that is,” Danielle says. 

“Fucking idiots,” Niall says fondly. Zayn shakes his head. 

With Affection, I Promise by Jannika

They cling to each other, and their tight huddle seems so small, centre stage in this vast stadium, just five boys feeling like they’re being watched by the whole world. They can’t ignore the crowd; that constant screaming always demands to be heard. It’s a sound that’s followed them for more than two years, but Louis doesn’t think it’s ever symbolised support quite as much as it does right now. He buries his face in Harry’s neck, his cheeks flushed hot as he tries to hide his smile.

And then he realises there’s no reason to hide it. He can show everybody just how happy he is, without shame, and maybe they’ve still got hard times ahead of them but—here, in this moment? There’s just blissful relief.

–as loud as lions by likecharity. 

anonymous asked:

Do you know any good kid fics for star trek? Preferably Spock/Kirk?

As in Jim and Spock have a kid? In that case you’re in luck! These are my favorite two: 

  • So Wise We Grow by Deastar — “Commander Spock, we have located your son,” the Vulcan lady on the screen says, which would be great, except Jim can tell by the look on Spock’s face that he’s never heard of this kid before in his life. “If it is expedient, the child will be sent to join you on the Enterprise within the week.”(Jim and Spock deal with a tiny!Vulcan. I really enjoyed the development of their relationship here, both as parents and as lovers. This is one of the first fics I read in this fandom and it is still one of my favorites)
  • Home Also I Cannot Go by soonanemone — On his first trip to Earth, 15 year old Spock runs into a certain rebellious young man from Iowa; confusing as their night together is, he’s sure everything will return to normal when he gets home… (See, the thing about Mpreg is that it’s generally not my thing, but this fic is so deliciously well written that I can honestly say I really enjoyed this. The characterization is spot on and it’s such a…compelling story. I also really enjoyed the exploration of Spock’s family dynamics. There isn’t enough Amanda in this fandom. Be warned though, it is very slow build and a WIP but it was recently updated. It’s also a very long read but very worth it!)
So I'm going to be really lazy and I'm going to post all of these recs together


  • So Wise We Grow (This is my fave) (“Commander Spock, we have located your son,” the Vulcan lady on the screen says, which would be great, except Jim can tell by the look on Spock’s face that he’s never heard of this kid before in his life. “If it is expedient, the child will be sent to join you on the Enterprise within the week.”)

  • Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) (In which Spock contemplates the laws of attraction and realizes what a slippery slope that is only after he has already fallen. There’s no help for him now.)

  • Anchor Me (Kirk is part Betazoid, he doesn’t advertise it because it doesn’t define him, but after feeling the terror and the psychic scream from the destruction of Vulcan he starts to break down. He can’t block anything anymore and it almost kills him. Spock intervenes.)

  • (and of you’re up to reading two very good stories, but very long ones): 

  • Atlas (Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.)

  • Leave No Soul Behind (If you’re Starfleet, you spend your whole life wishing you never see an EPAS uniform right up until the moment they become your only hope. Whether you’re dying a slow, cold death in space, or a long painful one on some godforsaken planet, they’re going to come for you. So count your last breaths, son, and hold on tight. They leave no soul behind.)


  • A Place for Me In Your Heart (Zach’s in NYC and Chris is in LA. Chris isn’t coping very well.)

  • Benedict Catalyst (What it says on the tin. The newest castmate disrupts the Trek family dynamic, a little. Slash ensues.)

  • Feels like Recksless Driving (Chris keeps the echoing ghosts of their words locked tightly inside of him, nurturing them like a precious thing waiting to grow.)

  • Ring Ding Dong (The first time it happens, Zach doesn’t think much of it. Sure, there’s the little pang of disappointment, but he pushes it back down. It was an accident, and he can see in Chris’ eyes that he feels badly about it, so, oh well. It’s not a big deal. It was only a dime-store ring anyway.)

  • Jordan has Two Daddies (When Chris gets an unexpected new family member, he calls Zach for help.)

  • $20,000 (If only they had a free evening to figure this out before Zach goes to New York and Chris is off to be Prince Charming.)

  • Indefinable (fave)(In the end, he feels like it was a foregone conclusion the moment they met.)

  • A Passage That Sings (Footsteps beside him; the creak of bedsprings as Chris sits down by his head. Zach could bite his ass, if he could move. He wouldn’t, but he could. It would be tempting. “Front all you want: ‘Cathedral’ still skull-fucks you with its awesomeness,” says Chris, shoving the water up to his face. “Every time. Open your mouth.”)

  • The Golden Hour (Zachary Quinto does not cuddle. Chris investigates.)

  • It’s a Gentle Thing (Chris and Zach keep falling asleep - first on each other, then together, and then it gets even weirder.)

  • On Edge (Zach shaves with a straight razor. Chris likes to watch.)

  • Better Way For Me to Say (Chris is far from a coward, but when it comes to talking to Zach about certain things he feels, naturally he’s a little apprehensive. It’s so much easier to talk with everybody else—until Zach finds out on his own, that is.)

Dear Z,

This is what happens when you major in English at Berkeley—you are overwhelmed with Women’s Studies classes in which you learn to get in touch with your femininity, aka you read Jane Austen and learn to find yourself in the protagonists.

I feel like a Jane Austen heroine all the time. I’m pretty sure I act like one too. I’m about two longing stares and a sigh away from being Elinor to your Edward. I thought that was giveaway enough.

Yes, I’m bi. Tina’s breasts were beautiful, but so are Eric’s arms. Zoe’s legs deserve sonnets. Karl’s laugh made me half hard the first time I met him. And Anton’s hips are just as mesmerizing on the dance floor at the club as Rachel’s are.

Male, female. It doesn’t matter. Beautiful is beautiful.

I’m sorry I never told you, but I was worried I would and you’d know.

You’d know that I would trade them all–every attractive face and sexily rumbled laugh–for you. You and your ridiculously cared for eyebrows. And your ridiculously goofy way you shield your face with your hands when you laugh all embarrassed. And that way you bite your lip, with those hipster glasses of yours sliding down the bridge of your nose, while you read through your scripts, making notes…

I’m going to have to burn this notebook.

- Chris

A Place For Me In Your Heart (Zach’s in NYC and Chris is in LA. Chris isn’t coping very well.) by babykid528

He lays out the carrier bag on the table and starts unloading it, sorting everything by level of importance. A clean flannel, chamomile sachets, an odd blue looking gel that he’s not letting within ten feet of The Baby even though Mum swears by it. Then, the stuff Mum made him promise to buy. A packet of sleeping pills to share with Harry when she gets here tomorrow, a bar of chocolate to give them both a boost, a bottle of wine he wasn’t aware a pharmacy supplied that’s looking very very tempting.

Kneading a fist into the corner of his eye, he walks over to the kettle and switches it on, digging into their tea jar for the last teabag. His eyes are drooping dangerously by the time the steam starts whistling so he only pours a teaspoon of milk in, inhaling the bitterness and trying to convince himself he’s awake. He’s not sure he can remember getting a decent night’s sleep lately; it’s been about a full week now, ever since they got back from the pediatrician and were told not to worry one bit, because ‘your little girl’s growing up’. In what universe that counts as reassuring, Louis will never understand. 

Still holding one hand wrapped tight around his cuppa, he toes his Converse off and shrugs off his jacket, taking the stairs two steps at a time. He slips into the bathroom first, putting his mug down and splashing some water on his face because he’s foreseeing a long night of sleeplessness and mumbling the tune of a Beach Boys song or two. It’s only then that he realises how quiet it is; he frowns at his reflection - hair a little flatter than he’d like and more stubble than he appreciates on his chin but the Tomlinson charm’s still there - and tilts his head as if to hear better.

Nothing. Which, under ordinary circumstances would have him thanking some kind of deity for their magnanimity or something, but right now has a very deep worry line appearing right smack dab in between his eyes. This is possibly what he meant by ‘I’m a New Dad and I’m in way over my head’ look. Only it’s peppered a bit with a ‘the love of my life has had about three hours of sleep this week so maybe he’s fallen into a coma’ look. He’s looked better, is the gist of it.

Picking up his mug again - because worried he might be, but he’s also a little bit English and there’s no better way to counteract nerves -  he walks as lightly as he can to the door opposite the bannister. It’s pink - because Harry had insisted - and there’s a small board hanging there, decorated with flowers and bees and still looking blank. Hence why the baby is still called The Baby; Harry had even suggested they formally call her that because he couldn’t imagine her being anyone else. Louis had petted his hair and wondered out loud why he was in love with an idiot for the thousandth time.

He swings the door open with a foot and sneaks in, blinking a little at the hazy pink light coming from the night stand. There’s no danger of stepping on anything loud in this room; he and Harry are as meticulous about keeping it tidy as they are about forgetting to make sure the rest of the house is livable. He smiles a little to himself at the photos decorating almost every inch of the walls - all variations of Harry, Louis and The Baby doing some mundane thing or another - and pads over to the cot, that’s still swinging slightly.

It’s not the least bit surprising when he finds it empty.

A Love Type Thing (He kneels by his side of the bed, crossing his arms on the mattress and leaning down, watching his little family of two breathe in unison.) by ithacas

Louis returns several hours later and slips wordlessly into the bed beside Harry. He cards through his curls, kissing his shoulder with cold lips. “Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” Louis prompts him, wrapping him into a hug. “I miss you.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry says, turning in Louis’ arms to face him, suddenly desperate to make amends, to fix everything while he still can. “About the argument. I didn’t mean it. I need you. Don’t give up on me.”

Louis is silent at that. He bumps dry lips just below Harry’s ear and winds a curl around his finger. After a few moments, he reaches up with his spare hand to stroke the side of Harry’s jaw, running his thumb along his cheekbone. A fond smile crooks on his lips and Harry suddenly realises that he’s been reading this entire situation wrong. He’s still not sure what exactly is going on, though, and he waits for Louis to explain.

“I’m not giving up on you, silly,” his voice is fond and teasing. “I never would. I’ve been thinking,” Louis says, so softly that Harry has to strain to hear him even through the quiet of the room.

“What?” Harry returns raspily when he doesn’t continue.

Harry notes the set of Louis’ shoulders, the way his chest rises as he inhales heavily, nervous, and reaches his own hand out to clasp Louis’, threading their fingers together and pressing them to his chest. Louis takes another breath, puffing his cheeks out the way he does when he’s trying to control himself, and Harry watches his lips as he begins to speak again.

“We should get married,” Louis suggests, clearly attempting to be casual but Harry hears the shake of his voice anyway.

He furrows his brow, confused, strokes a thumb over Louis’. “If only,” Harry scoffs quickly, dismissive despite the sudden race of his heart. “We can’t. It would ruin the band, you know that,”

“Not if we don’t tell anyone,” Louis says in a rush, sitting up. He pulls Harry up with him, suddenly filled with confidence. “If no-one knows we’re married then it won’t do a thing to the band. Harry, I love you and I want to be with you forever.”

The idea of marriage to Louis is overwhelming and he suddenly realises that he wants it more than anything. It’s not that he’s never thought about it before, because he has, but he’s never really allowed himself to think it seriously, as anything other than an idle dream for the future. And now there’s Louis, laying it at his feet, saying it like it’s something they can actually do.

Infinity on Your Skin (In Canada at the end of May, Harry and Louis decide to get married in secret) by ologist

“Yeah…well, Liam said they’re just my type, y’know? Cheeky, sweet, cuddly. And pretty eyes.” Louis explains, watching the people around them just as Harry does.

And Harry wonders where his date is, as it’s getting late and the apparently perfect guy for him is nowhere to be seen and-

It clicks together when Louis meets his eyes again.

“Oh my god.” Harry mutters. “Oh they did not….”

“What?” Louis asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“You…Oh god.” Harry says, breaking out into laughter.

“What?” Louis asks again, unable to keep a smile off his face, purely because of Harry’s giggles.

“Lou. Lou, they set us up on a date. Us. Together. On a blind date together.” He says, biting his lip.

Louis’ face lights up in recognition and then he’s opening his mouth in shock. “Oh those absolute fuckers.” He seethes with a grin, pulling out his cell and dialling, hitting speaker phone.

It rings once, twice, and then Liam picks up, clearly on speaker as well, the other boys there too.

“Hello?” He greets, and Harry exchanges a look with Lou.

“You absolute fucking dicks.” Harry lets out, and Louis snorts, as do the others.

Apple Crumb by brokenbravery