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eltanin-malfoy · 4 years

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Epilogue (Kill Or Be Killed VI)

pairing : draco/fem-collegestudent!y/n

word count : 3.8k!

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warnings : my sad sense of humour, cursing, a bit of a plot twist

a/n : okay i know IM SORRY I HAVEN”T POSTED IN SO LONG I HAVE NO EXCUSES. i have a bunch of fics fully written which i feel super insecure abt. (even a spicy drarry one) at this point i’ve kind of gotten into this circle of being overly critical of what i write and overanalyzing every detail to the point i can’t really tell if what i wrote has any worth. nevertheless i’ve been putting this off way too long so i’m finally gonna post this! and i hope that y’all like it. this is def gonna be different than what you may have been expecting but i implore you to read all of it!! up till my author’s note at the bottom.

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What does one do when they’re on the run, you ask?

Well, Draco doesn’t really know either. It’s pretty obvious. In fact, he isn’t even sure whether you’d call wanting to hide from someone you almost murdered who now wants to kill you “being on the run”. He thinks it’s somewhere between hiding and just.. being a right coward.

He runs a few blocks, takes a shortcut to his house, packs up his belongings and wipes any clear identifiers of him off the place. Driving licenses, passports, just anything. Even those little clear strands of hair he’d usually just ignore. Then he covers his hair up with one of those ridiculous beanies, slips on a turtleneck sweater and covers his mouth with it. (He would have covered his nose up as well if it hadn’t been for his.. giraffe-like neck)

It doesn’t take him very long to start to venture out of his house, scoping the vicinity for any prying (Y/N) eyes. He’s alone in the alleyway, except for a homeless man sitting at the edge of the road. Covering himself with a blanket. He seems to be asleep until, well, Draco very gracefully stumbles against some cracked up bitumen. The man sits up, stirring slowly. His eyes blink rapidly as he comes to, the sun shining down bright just at the spot he’s decided to rest at. His eyes are a brilliant blue and they almost glitter in the sunlight. He meets his gaze, just for a second. There’s something so nostalgic about it. Something so familiar, yet so very strange.

Nonetheless, Draco is still very much supposed to be getting out of there. So, he turns to the side, and starts to.. jog. Running would be abnormal at this time of day after all.

He jogs and jogs and jogs. His skinny, dainty looking legs are strangely useful for this task. He gets to a tube station just far enough from his place to avoid suspicion. Then, he does what anyone would do, and heads into the public restroom for a nice, long (and mostly silent) cry. He rushes into a cubicle, locks it behind him and then turns to face the door, covering his face. He weeps and weeps and weeps.

He was in love with her, wasn’t he! He was so stupid! How couldn’t he have known! How could he have idolized someone and somehow have completely missed out the fact that the man had had kids! Should he have just left her like that? All alone in her apartment after she’d been crying about him? Well.. it was true that she was planning on killing him. But oh dear god, she’d definitely been near changing at that final moment… oh dear god, what was he going to do? Where was he going to go?

He thinks he sniffles too loud at one point and an oddly gruff voice in the cubicle to his right just goes “That shit not going too well, son?”, and then he laughs. Ugh.

Draco waits until he’s pretty sure that that man is gone and then he steps out, heading straight for the washbasins at the front. He’s wiped his face with toilet paper enough that he hopes it isn’t too obvious to anyone outside. A man, somehow even lankier than him, is standing at the washbasin beside his, rubbing at his hands so hard with soap you’d think there was something stuck to it. His hair.. isn’t looking too good. Neither is his face. The man notices him step to the front and seems practically captivated by him, keeps staring at him for 10 seconds straight, until he finally says, “You know you’re not allowed to do crack in here, right?”

Draco then blushes a fierce pink.

***

Draco’s quick after that, topping up his Oyster card and calling his broadband provider to cancel his wifi subscription. He even gets his number changed while he’s on the train. There’s more people there than he’s used to, but he looks ridiculous enough in his get up that most people sit as far away from him as they can. He’s thankful Y/N hasn’t found him yet though. Although, as he’s thought about it now, she probably wouldn’t follow him. At least not too far.

Then he changes lines a bunch of times and rides the train all the way to Heathrow Airport. Aha! Do you think he’s about to take a flight out of the country? Because he isn’t! Instead, he calls up Blaise and almost cries about needing help.

“It’s an emergency, mate, I swear!”

“Oh my god, Malfoy.”

“Please, Blaise, for old time’s sake. I’m not too far from your house too. I’m at Heathrow. It’d take you five minutes…”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve just woken up, and this is what you’re calling me for? After months of not speaking?”

“I texted you but you never responded, mate. Come on… please? I thought we’d be buds forever.”

Blaise scoffs.

“Fine, blondie. I’ll be there in half an hour. Be at the pick up place when I get there, or I’m leaving. And you really fucking owe me, you know that.”

Draco sighs. “I know… thank you so much.”

“Yeah, bye.”

It isn’t long before Blaise shows up right where he said he would. And Draco is right there! His turtleneck pulled down now. He runs forward as Blaise steps out of his car and throws his arms around his abdomen.

“Oh, god, bruv.” Blaise pushes him back gently. “I was only coming out because I thought you’d have luggage or some shit. Were you travelling light for once?”

“I… I wasn’t here to catch a flight. Or get off one”

“So.. you were going to drop someone off?”

“No…”

“Oh god, you came here just to get me here, didn’t you? Jesus fuck-” He turns around, assumingly getting ready to leave.

“Bini, please.” He puts a hand on the top of his beanie.

“I should literally just run you over for that one.” His face knits up slightly and he pauses, before soon beginning to smile. “Okay, I guess. I’ll drop you where you want me to..”

“I.. I kind of don’t have a place to be dropped off at.”

“You don’t? Where you planning on going then?”

“I was… kind of hoping…”

“Draco… always a needy little fuck, aren’t you?” He brings a hand to his temple, pressing his fingertips to it.

“Please, Blaise.. I let you stay over all those times as well.. all those times at my manor when we were kids… ”

“Christ, you don’t stop with the sentimental stuff, do you? Why do you have to know all of my weaknesses… okay. But only because Mum’s out of the country at the moment. If she knew you were staying over.. she would have gotten real mad.”

Draco doesn’t really say anything after that. He supposes Esme has somewhat of a reason to not want Draco around. What his Father had done wasn’t exactly... good for the reputations of those associated with him or his bloodline. But it was definitely nice of Blaise to offer him a place like this.

“Thank you.”

Blaise looks over at him at that.

“Did roughing it up on your own teach you how to be nice, Draco?”

“Maybe it did.”

***

So, yes, Draco does stay at Blaise’s place for a while. He does come clean to Blaise about everything that happened (“You… tried to what a girl, mate?”, followed by Blaise running out of the room and attempting to hide from Draco, while Draco running after him, trying to apologise and explain himself) And yes, he does agree to go to a therapist. A nice, motherly one who allows him to cry in front of him with little interruption. (Just a little “D’you want some tissues, love?”) And yes, he does spend a lot of time thinking about Y/N. He cries and listens to Harry Styles and Frank Ocean some. (Even though he hasn’t actually had his heart broken or anything of the sort! Draco is one hell of a dramatic little bitch, huh?)

What he does begin to understand is his own constant self-victimization. He’s always found a way to find someone to blame for every little trouble in his life. His parents were why he was so bitchy and spoilt all the time, Potter was why he wasn’t as popular as he deserved to be at school, Granger was why he wasn’t the best student at school, his mum was why he wasn’t so open to having a girlfriend much too different from him and… well.. this was all bullshit, wasn’t it?

He was being childish. He was so bitchy and spoilt, well, because he thought he was better than everyone else. He did for so long, all the time. He could only play it down when he needed to, but if he really didn’t like anyone he made it very clear that he thought they were inferior to him. He wasn’t popular at school because he treated everyone like he was better than them and Potter was just… nicer and understandably more famous than him (Draco still hates him though). He wasn’t the best student at school because Granger.. was simply more hardworking than he was. (Hey, he had to accept it at some point, didn’t he?) He wasn’t anywhere near how damn good she was… at everything.

And he wasn’t so open to having a girlfriend much too different from him because… he was too used to everything being the way it had always been for him. He had grown up in the same house, stayed in a similar friend circle his whole life, always had the same taste of.. basically everything. That’s why he was so goddamn angry when everything just blew up for his family. Everything he was used to… was gone. He was no longer rich, no longer privileged the way he had always been. And again, he reacted by… well… channeling all his anger towards the person who had seemingly been responsible for that. He didn’t need to be as angry as he had been at his father. Sure, he was smuggling artifacts and even keeping some illegal works as decoration for their estate, but it’s not like Draco hadn’t known about it for as long as he had. He’d even been an adult when he… enabled everything that he knew happened behind closed doors.

But his father did do everything he did for him. He did thinking he would best be able to provide for Draco and his mum that way. It was true that he was never much too generous, but he wasn’t only because he wanted to invest the money towards his own family’s wellbeing. He supposed he could understand that. And his parents were always, always mindful of his wants. Whether it was buying every boy on his secondary school house’s team a new cricket bat so he could get on with them, to what he wanted to study at uni, his parents always had his back.

Obviously, their “work” hadn’t exactly been safe and Draco wasn’t properly insured to be able to keep up his lifestyle without them or their accounts, so that had been irresponsible on their part. But his childhood could not be considered less than good. At all. He was only ever upset because of problems he kept making up himself. And because of him distancing himself from others by thinking he was too good to mix with them.

This whole change in lifestyle had done more harm than good in terms of his personality, in a way. He’d grown a conscience. It had started by him getting angry at everyone in the place of privilege he’d once had. First, he’d gotten mad at his father for getting him where he was, then he’d hated his friends from pulling back from him, and then… well.. he’d begun to hate Y/N for being able to study and afford nice things for herself.

His stupid fixation on Hoyt was him looking up to someone he really, really shouldn’t have. Instead of looking up to actual great chemists like Lavoisier or Avogadro, he’d idolized... someone who’d used his knowledge of chemistry for all the wrong reasons. Again, him trying to get back at people who’d stayed rich while he’d lost all his wealth. Instead of working to be more successful than them or anything of the sort, he’d gone straight to the extreme and tried to think about how best to kill one he’d grown envious of.

The interesting thing is, he doesn’t come close to seeing (or even thinking about) Y/N for a while. He lives harmoniously. He writes to Oxford and tries to get back into his second year. He writes to his college there and even applies for a need-based scholarship.

What’s surprising is, he gets it! He gets back in! His grades back then were reason enough for him to be readmitted into the program, and he just feels thankful for a second that Granger was never interested in taking up Chemistry at uni. He gets himself a job near Blaise’s place, rents another apartment, has a birthday party for Blaise there and meets up with his old friends again. They’ve all grown apart a bit now (understandably so, he was sort of.. the one who bossed everyone to be together most of the time). He even grows closer to them than he ever has before. Actually feels like they’re his friends.. rather than his minions.

It’s springtime and there’s still a lot of time until he has to get back to Oxford that fall. Somehow, even with his parents still in custody, everything seems to have somehow fallen back in place. Even better than before. Everything seems… peaceful.

That is, until he runs into Y/N at his therapist’s office! (Yes, you read that right! :)

He’s only sitting in the waiting room, reading something silly on his phone when he hears… that voice. Stepping out of the therapist’s office.

“Thank you so much, again.”

The woman inside mutters something inaudible in response and Y/N giggles softly. Oh, dear god.

He looks straight up at her, slowly pressing his phone into his lap. Oh no, oh no? Should he be here right now? Should he have told Molly Y/N’s name when he was explaining everything? Has Y/N told her about him? Has she connected the dots at all? Has Y/N followed him here? If Y/N actually has no idea he’s here, how on earth is she going to respond to the sight of him? Should he hide, for her sake? Would Y/N think he was stalking her again? Would Y/N think he was doing the same thing now and have some sort of attack in the office? He quickly looks to his lap again, trying his best to somehow hide away from her. Even though he was alone in the waiting room… and he was quite a bit taller than the seat he was sitting in.. and his blonde hair wasn’t exactly subtle. Maybe he really should have dyed it darker, that time he was considering it, maybe he was right about that. Maybe it’d even su-

“Draco?”

Oh, fuck.

He looks up at her, meeting her gaze a little slowly, eyes scoping out every plant pot in the back before they finally… reach.. their.. target. His ears are burning now, and it’s so quiet there that he can hear the blood rushing through them. Neither of them says a word, until, well, she does.

“Either this is everything all over gone or this one mother of a coincidence.”

She grips her purse a little tighter but she smiles at him brightly. Draco… then… smiles back. He should be careful, shouldn’t he? She’s lured him in once like this. And there’s no reason for her to be so nice to him. Not… after everything. She should hate him. She really should. Is she on something? Does she take meds? Or is she nicer when she doesn’t think worse of you? But shouldn’t she be thinking worse of him? If anyone should be doing that, it should be h-

“Hello?” She’s waving her hand in front of his face. Her nails aren’t manicured as they were before. “Why do you keep spacing out? Should I call her or something?”

“N-no. I’m just- I wasn’t expecting this today… not exactly… prepared. I- I guess I never really got to say it to you then.. I’m sorry. For everything… I-”

“Draco, maybe this isn’t the best place to… you know… just openly talk about this.” She gestures towards the receptionist in the corner, who looks up for a second, then, noticing the gesture, quickly looks down again. “Why don’t I.. um.. I’ll wait for you outside, yeah?”

“Y-you will?”

“I- well, yes. I don’t see why not. Not really in a rush to get anywhere right now. I have some chores to do round here. Why don’t I meet you at the cafe round the corner after your appointment? It’s an hour long, right? The one facing the Waitrose?”

“Yeah, um.. you’re not scared or.. anything like that? I totally understand if you are.”

“No.. I mean.. we know whom between us is that much better at self defense anyways. And I suppose it’d be best for me to take it in my stride after everything.”

“If you- if you really think so, I’m down for it.”

“See ya then. Good luck.”

And with that, she heads out. She’s wearing a light pair of jeans this time. With a full sleeved green top. The jeans are tight. In the best way possible.

He shakes his head and gets himself out of it. What the fuck is wrong with him? He is not seventeen anymore. He needs to get back to himself. He can’t just get hormonal at the sight of a pretty girl.

He rushes into his therapist’s office, and very soon, begins to pour his heart out to her. He tells her explicitly what happened with Y/N herself. And Molly, oh dear me, is a little overwhelmed. She’s just as lovely, though.

“Oh my. You’ve gotten yourself into something, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I suppose-, well, what do you feel you should do about this?”

“What do you mean? What do you think? I’m confused!”

“I- you have to decide what to do, don’t you? I’m here to listen, clear your head about it and let’s help you make a judgement.”

“Molly!”

“Draco! Now, go on.”

***

Somehow, within that space of an hour, Draco does come to a decision.

The decision to risk it all and try to go out with her again!

He does stay much safer this time around, though. He sends people he’s close to his location. And tells them what to do if he doesn’t wish them goodnight that night. (“just call the police”)

He sits down with her at the cafe and he pours his heart out to her as well. God knew this morning would involve him literally having to do this with two grown woman! Well, at least the one of them was expected. The other… however… also seems to empathise with him as well. To some extent.

“I… well… I suppose I can’t exactly forgive you for just deciding upon killing me the way that you did. That’s mighty fucked up. But… I see the position that you were in.”

“I- yeah.” Draco just shrugs, offering a sort of tightlipped smile. “I get it.”

“It’s amazing to finally be able to wrap my head around it somewhat, though. For so long, I thought you were still lying to me about… the… my father thing. But now I can.. somewhat grasp it. I suppose.”

“It was extremely messed up.”

“It was. But it’s not like I didn’t-”

“I mean, that seemed more like self-defense to me than anything. Yours made a lot more sense than mine.”

“Oh, that’s for sure. I’ve… kind of always been super paranoid about anything to do with… him. My mother always tells me to be careful so I kind of… took it much too far. That’s sort of why I started going for therapy. I would get such bad anxiety from the simplest of things. I’d taken a long self defense course last year, even though my mom's already had me doing Tae Kwondo since I was in primary school. And you saw what I did with you. I had knives, pepper sprays, everything and anything I would need. I’d set up an alarm system in my apartment and always spoke to someone when I went to sleep and when I woke up. I was just… constantly on edge. And you kind of just… tipped me over it, you know.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry about it. Still. I have no excuses.”

“I appreciate you saying that.”

She smiles at Draco. And he does the same. Something flutters up and down his stomach.

“I’m so glad we could talk this through, yeah? But I should get going. I do have to study and everything.”

“I-” Should Draco give up on this chance. Is this worth it? Could she ever even say yes? Perhaps she would. “Should we trade numbers? Just so we can keep in touch about it.”

“I’m-” She sighs and looks down at her lap, then up at him again. She sets her elbow on the table and leans forward the slightest, setting her chin on her palm. “I’m really sorry… but with the way things went last time… and with my recovering mental health, I just- I wouldn’t feel comfortable with it. I’m so so glad we could go over everything and come to some mutual understanding but… I don’t think I could-”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry. It’s all good. I totally get it.”

To his surprise, his heart didn’t sink. She reaches over and gently squeezes his forearm.

“Maybe we’ll meet again, huh?”

“Maybe we will.”

And Draco walked out of there, not unhappy, but finally feeling like he’d received some closure. He’d erred greatly and he really did deserve what he’d gotten (or not gotten). He’d really tried to get over her already, so it really didn’t sting when she said what she did.

For once, he knew what to expect. And he felt happy about it. Maybe he didn’t get to do bits with her, but that hardly mattered. At least now she knew the truth about him.

What mattered most was that the next chapter of his life was only leading him forwards.

a/n: thank you so so sos os so sososososososooooo much for reading through this series. this is very close to my heart and i appreciate each and everyone who’s managed to keep up with all of it. This final part i also chose to end without really bringing the characters together because… Y/N does not deserve it. for her, that would be the bad ending. i did this because i just think that girls often do not realise that they deserve more than the attractive guy who tries to be bad. this sounds hypocritical coming from well… me… someone who runs a draco blog, but what i’m trying to say is, we shouldn’t settle. a lot of times i feel like we forget to place ourselves in the shoes of the actual character. for what reason would you ever go out or sleep with someone who had ever planned to kill you! their good looks just won’t cut it if so, no? i feel like this is the best ending for the both of them, because draco learns to actualise his potential and to stop blaming everyone else in his life for all his problems, and y/n learns to heal from the struggles she’s had and both their endings are left pretty open. also, i feel like a lot of fanfic endings/plot developments are compromised just to get the main pairing together in the end. so. yeah. also mental health is something i really prioritise, and i thought doing this just does so much justice for both of them mentally. i’d be happy to hear your thoughts and any feedback you have! thank you so much for reading through you all of this as well. love you so much <3

#draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco #hp #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #hp imagine #angst #romance #murder

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tgai-spock · 4 years

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Lines of ice from rolling was and subtle villains

A phone call home

Chapter 7

Walking into the common room that evening was like walking into a busy pub, but without the rampant alcoholism, old fat men and feeling of someone in the vicinity leering at him, or about to stab him. Peoples voices were low to medium, and he felt comfortable enough to make himself a strawberry tea. There was still a question he had to answer though, as he waited watching the glass kettle bubble his hot water, where would he sit? His dorm with the others? There was no wi-fi in there and he needed to check in with his Mom. This room was busy and he didn’t want to take a call in front of anyone, besides the seats were almost all filled. The bean bag room? The segments? At least the segments should be quiet.

Spock took his tea in hand and walked to the segments, he didn’t have much hope for it, but he decided it was worth a shot. The second he stepped past the archway he could feel the difference. Voices were quieter some completely muted, the atmosphere in this room was more subtle, there was still the occasional giggle but it was much more to Spock’s taste. It did however seem almost empty in comparison, perhaps because Tyler had said he’d made-out with someone in each room. Spock pushed open a dark curtain by the far end of the wall. It had the added bonus of having it’s own large window, and a fancy windowsill. Half windowsill, half seat with embroidered fat pillows. A gentle blue light flickered on over head as he walked in. Looking up he spotted the lights, one over each segment, three were on. So that’s how he’d find out if someone was in them without walking straight into another person. The segments were fairly large, 3 meters long, and 2 meters wide. Beans bags on the floors rug, a pile of books in the corner, a couple of board games and a small table that was close to the floor, so you could use it while sitting on bean bags.

The window pointed across the field towards greenhouses and farther in the distance was farm land, golden fields reflected the sun towards him. He avoided the bean bags and placed his tea on the large window-sill. He knocked off his shoes and put his feet up, plugging in his headphones he video called his Mother. It rang three times before Amanda picked up almost dropping the phone as she did so.

“Spock! Are you okay? How was your first day?” She asks a cross between worried and excited.

“Awful come pick me up.”

Amanda pauses and sighs “how was it actually.”

“Alright I guess” Spock shrugged.

“What? Really? Thats great.” Amanda said.

“I’ve been wearing this hat all day. I think many of the people I’ve spoken to have had the wrong assumptions about me.”

“What assumption.”

“I don’t think they’ve picked up on my non-human traits.”

“Oh. Well I guess that could really change things.” Amanda said.

“Indeed. If I die, it is of course all your fault.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you have any classes?” Amanda asked.

“Yes, I had an English lesson, it was a very strange experience to have a human talk it all through.”

“Did you learn anything?”

“I learnt a lot about the meanings in a poem. He gave out printed sheets of paper which is very wasteful, it had all the writing he was talking about on it. He also wrote on an old fashioned white board a lot.”

“Aren’t they cute?” Amanda grinned.

“…I do not know if they are cute, but they are hard to read.”

“Awh. I’m sure they must be other dyslexic students at school, he must have arranged something for them.”

“Maybe but I won’t ask.”

“Please it is logical to ask.” Damn! Hit with the logic. Spock sighed.

“Did your teacher go around the room and make you say your name and things you like?”

“Why?” Spock asked

“Thats a basic introduction lesson. It happens at the beginning of every new class.”

“That sounds like a bad dating game” Spock shook his head.

“Oh, well okay. You know they do that in normal human schools.”

“Weird.”

“How do you know what a dating game is anyway?” Amanda asked. Spock raised his eyebrows in fear.

“Adverts” he settled with.

“Uh huh? I see.” Amanda said his gaze not leaving him.

“I should probably go.”

“Have you got plans for the rest of the night? Have they got a game night going on?”

“No. I’m doing english homework” Spock said “I don’t see how it’s homework though, because I’m not home.”

“Ohf, Mr Attitude coming through.”

“It’s illogical to call it homework.”

“Well I guess you’ve got a point. Are you doing anything else? Anything fun?”

“I guess I could try and find out where the bathrooms are.” Spock said thoughtfully.

“You don’t know yet?”

“Well, I know where my house’s prefect’s made out, but no, I don’t know where the bathrooms are, so I should probably figure that out before I need to go for my 1am bathroom piss.”

“That’s very specific Spock.”

“Is that a first year looking for the toilets?” Tyler’s voice boomed out from a segment far away from him. Spock jumped and removed one earbud.

“Yes?” Spock said loudly back..

“They’re at the bottom of your dorm hallway.” Tyler yelled.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”

“You're welcome” the voice said and then disappeared.

“Never mind, I’ve figured it out.”

“Shouldn’t you have found that first?” Amanda asked.

“I haven’t needed to use the bathroom.

“How has your day been?” Spock asked.

“Well, after I dropped you off I went to visit your grandmother and we talked about fruit cake for several hours, and ate a lot of it for dinner.”

“I’m just grateful to be in school” Spock shrugged.

“Did you get for dinner?” Amanda asked.

“I had pea pasta with fruit and ice-cream.”

“That sounds healthy, not sure about the ice-cream.”

“I can eat lactose.”

“Yeah” Amanda squinted but I don’t think you should eat a lot of it. I would hate for you to have a medical emergency while I’m away.”

Spock rolled his eyes “fine I’ll lay off the ice-cream.”

“Thank-you. Do you think you’ll be okay sleeping there over night?”

“I think I could wait until morning until deciding, the dorms here are nice. Did you know all beds have rape alarms attached to them?”

“Rape alarms? No! Honey” Amanda said completely aghast “those aren’t rape alarms those are to stop kids dragging sleeping people onto the roof and locking them up there while they’re asleep. It’s happened 8 times apparently. People really like pranks in that school.”

“My tour guide was very thorough in all the other uses of the alarms.”

“You aren’t sharing a dorm with that one are you?” Amanda asked.

“No.”

“Mmm. Anyway I must be going now. Your father says hi-”

“No he doesn’t.”

“He says it in his heart, without words, or emotion, or a physical reaction.”

“So he doesn’t say it.”

“He says I love you.” Amanda said wide eyed as though the whites of her eyes might be able to physically push the words in to Spock’s mind.

“I’d have a heart attack if he did..”

“Yeah” Amanda sighed “me too. I love you.” Spock nodded it was the best way he could say it back.

“Bye” Spock said and as he raised his hand to mean the LLAP.

“Bye” Amanda waved.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 8]

#spock #Amanda Grayson #Sarek #vulcans #star trek tos #star trek aos #star trek #loifrwasv #linesoficefromrollingwavesandsubtlevillains7

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cruecifymesixx · 5 years

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Love and Leather /part seventeen/

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This seems stale to me, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve that will be coming

Warnings: language, angst

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I was currently sitting on my back patio, enjoying a cup of coffee while smoking a cigarette,

“Van you got a phone call.” I turned my head and Lucia was holding the phone, “If it’s Nikki, I don’t want to to talk to him.” I said, while going back to reading my magazine,

“No it’s not him, but he did call a few minutes ago.” I rolled my eyes, reaching my hand back as she placed the phone on my palm,

“Hello?” I asked annoyed,

“You have a collect call from the Los Angeles County Jail, to accept this call please press one.”

I almost choked on my coffee,

“Vince!!” I shouted his name, “Vanity Blackwood, it’s so nice to hear your voice.”

“How are you doing? Are you okay?”

“Yes darling I’m okay, how are you doing? Tommy mentioned you have been successfully ignoring Nikki, points for you girl.”

I smiled at myself,

“He’s such an asshole, I can’t stand him right now.” I said with a sigh, “I know, I know he’s difficult at times...but look I don’t have a whole lot of time to talk, I have a few questions for you.” I put down the cup of coffee, trying to pay attention to him.

“Look, I don’t know if you’ve heard but the lawyer I have is a complete slime ball, he’s trying to get me to do the maximum sentence of five years, I can’t do that. I have a baby on the way.”

I continued to listen to him, “I feel like absolute shit, I’m having to sober up cold turkey and it fucking sucks, I can’t sleep cause all I see is Razzle, I miss the guy so much.” I heard him sigh,

“And I need help, you’re help to be exact.” I was confused,

“My help? With what? I’m not following you Vince.” I asked him, while looking down at my nails.

“I know you’re family has a lot of money, and I know with that you probably have really good fucking lawyers. Do you think you can help me out? I’ll pay all their fees obviously...I just need some fucking help Van...Doc and Tom aren’t doing me justice.” I chewed on my lip as I thought about it,

“Let me make some calls, I’ll have someone contact the district attorney and they will get in touch with you that way alright, just give me a day or two.” I explained, hearing him sigh in relief,

“God damnit, if I wasn’t married I’d give you the world Vanity.” I laughed at his response,

“You’re too pretty to be in there. I’ll help get you home okay? Call me soon.” I told jokingly, which made him laugh, “Alright, bye Vanity and thank you.” “Bye Vince.” I said, hanging up and putting the phone on the table.

“So you’re gonna call your lawyers?” I turned my head slightly, noticing Lucia, “I have too.” I sighed, realizing what I’ve just done.

“Two of them I already know won’t take this case, it has bad news written all over and that means no money...but I know He would..” I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples at the same time.

“He as in....” Lucia trailed off, and I stared her, “Julian...” I cringed when I said his name out loud. Just sounding it out made my stomach flip.

“He’ll expect something from me...maybe if I just have a middle man, Maybe Doc or Tom, so I don’t physically have to do it.” I tried brainstorming,

“Nikki?” I laughed when Lucia brought him up, “That’s a horrible fucking idea.” I sighed and got up going back inside. I walked over to my desk that was over flowing with papers Mom wanted me to look over.

“Are you sure you want too? I mean I know he wasn’t-“ I glared at Lucia, she instantly stopped talking, “Vanity, are you absolutely sure?” She asked, a concerned look on her face. My hands were shaking as my nerves started to sky rocket.

“I need to help Vince, that’s all I’m worried about...if I have to talk to see or speak to him, I just can’t be alone in the same vicinity as him. I don’t trust him for one minute, but he’s a damn good lawyer, and I know he can help Vince out.” I groaned, pushing my hair out of my face as I flipped open my address book.

The phone started ringing again, “If it’s Nikki, tell him to stop calling.” I said as Lucia brought the phone up to her ear,

“Hi Tommy......uh yeah Vanitys home......oh yeah she knows he’s been calling.”

I rolled my eyes, it’s only been a few days since Nikki basically told me I was just a piece of ass to him, and I haven’t said a single word to him. So as stubborn as he is, he hasn’t stopped calling, his calls ringing through the house about ten times a day.

“uh why doesn’t she answer? Uh Van?” Lucia questioned, looking at me, “Cause Nikki is a fucking prick.”

“Because Nikki is a fucking prick...those are her words not mine.....Nikki says he’s sorry.” Lucia told me, I sent a glare her way, shaking my head.

“Oh you want to come over?” My eyes widened when she said that, “Yeah we’ll be home all day.”

“Lucia no! Give me the phone!” I tried grabbing it from her, but she kept her arm out, blocking me from snatching it out of her hands,

“Bye Tommy! See you guys later!” Lucia said, a laugh coming out of her as she hung up the phone. “Nikki and Tommy will be over later.” She said innocently, “Yeah, no shit!” I shouted, ripping off a piece of paper and taking the phone from her.

“I mean, I highly doubt he meant what he said.” Lucia said, following me outside to the patio, “I don’t care if he meant it or not, that’s not the point.” I explained, “Then what is the point?” She curiously asked,

“I don’t know! He just...I don’t know.” I told her while lighting another cigarette, “You do too know.” She said, taking the cigarette away from my lips and putting it out.

I breathed deeply through my nose and exhaled, “He just....he just made me feel special, the way he did everything, he was so..I don’t know...so gentle, but yet he wasn’t at the same time. I can’t explain it.” I told her, a bitter laugh escaping my mouth,

“And then! He wants to fucking tell me I was nothing to him? That I was just added to his body count! And then tells me I should just open up my fucking legs for T-bone too! He doesn’t get to fucking treat me like the skanks he’s used to hooking up with! I know I mean more to him then that!” I shouted, venting my frustrations,

“How do you know that, Van? How are you so sure about that...I know you’re close with him...but we’ve seen it with our own eyes how he treats chicks.” She questioned as I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Because he’s told me things. He’s told me about his mom, and his dad leaving him, and how he gets depressed sometimes, and how he knows he’s an alcoholic, but he doesn’t want to do anything about it....I highly doubt he shares that with the stupid bitches he fucks daily.” I listed the examples, Lucia nodding, her eyes wide as she was taking in what I was telling her.

“So I’m fucking sorry if my feelings are a little hurt.” I finished my tirade while grabbing the cigarette, and re-lighting it.

I rubbed my face, remembering I had to make the most dreaded phone call I would probably make in my whole life. Unfolding the paper, I punched in the numbers, bringing the phone up to my ear, “God, now I’m already pissed off, thanks Lucia.” I told her, making her chuckle.

“Taylor Law Office, how may I direct your call?”

“Uh yeah...can I speak to Julian Baker, if he is available.” I cleared my throat,

“May I ask whose calling?”

“Uh, right...this is Vanity Blackwood-“

“Oh Miss Blackwood! You’re mother was just here speaking with Jack, let me transfer you to Julian, he just got out of a meeting.”

“Great, thanks.”

I listened as the recorder played a repetitive song,

“This is Julian.” I closed my eyes as I heard his voice. Pain and memories rushing through me,

“Hello? This is Julian Baker.”

“Hi, Julian...it’s um...it’s Vanity..” I trailed off. He huffed on the other line,

“Vanity Blackwood, how’ve ya been sweet thing?” His voice was condescending, making my skin crawl as he called me that.

“I’ve been fine...I’m calling cause I need your expertise....I have a friend that’s in trouble.” He laughed, even though I wasn’t in front of him, I could hear that smirk form on his lips.

“Oh? You need me? What can I do for you, what kind of trouble is this...friend in?”

I took a drag of the cigarette, “Do you listen to Motley Crue?” I asked him, “Uh...yeah of course, what does that have to do with anything?”

“The friend is Vince Neil, he’s sitting in jail currently and the lawyer his manager and record label gave him is not doing a good job, and quite frankly, you owe me.” He was quiet.

“I don’t owe you a damn thing, you ruined my life. My career was almost over because of you.” I bit my lip, closing my eyes as he yelled over the phone.

“You put me through hell Julian, literal fucking hell...the least you can do is help my friend.” He laughed menacingly, “Friend? Or boyfriend?” I rolled my eyes, gripping the cigarette so hard between my fingers, it broke in half.

“He’s a friend, if he was my boyfriend it wouldn’t be any of your concern. Are you gonna help or not? I’m handing you a high profile case and you aren’t taking the bait.” He was quiet again, pondering his thoughts probably.

“I need a number or an email to get ahold of whoever is in charge over the band...ready when you are.” I got inside and tried looking for Docs number.

“Alright, His name is Doc McGhee...he’s Mötley Crüe’s manager, he takes care of everything for them, his number is 4248067980, he usually always answers.” I told him, clutching the paper in my hand.

“Okay I’ll give him a call and see what I can do. It was nice talking to you, sweet thing.” He said, as I tried choking down my vomit.

“Thanks, Bye.” I said and quickly hung up. “Fuck!!!” I screamed out, doubling over, putting my hands on my knees as my crying fit finally came.

“What’s going on?” Tonya said, walking in with groceries in her hands. I looked up at her, “Van, what did that asshole say now?” Tonya asked, “It’s not Nikki.” Lucia explained.

I couldn’t control my breathing, it’s like I was choking on air, “Van, Van...relax...calm down.” Tonya said, holding my shoulders, backing me up to the couch. I stared up at her, through blurry teared up eyes, “She talked to Julian.” Lucia whispered, making Tonya turn her head to her, and then to me.

“Why would you do that!!” She yelled, “Vince called from jail, and he needed help..” I paused while I coughed, “Julian is the only lawyer we have that would be willing to help.” I whispered, her eyes full of sorrow.

“And look at how you are right now! What’s it gonna be like when he’s across the room from you!” I looked up at her, “I don’t know.” I said, putting my head in my hands.

“I’m going to lay down.” I told them, standing up off the couch. “Alright, let’s go to the diner later after you get up.” I nodded, it saying anything as I walked up the stairs.

I laid down in bed, pulling the covers over my head. I was physically and emotionally drained after talking to him. I felt numb, nothing felt right.

#the dirt #the dirt fan fic #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fan fic #motley crue #motley crue imagine #rock n roll #1980s #the dirt imagine #nikki sixx x oc #douglas booth #douglas booth!nikki sixx #angst

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studylustre · 6 years

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(matcha latte anon🍵) hello carol!! first up, i wanna tell you that i love reading through your posts alot!! especially the soft boy™, it's so cute!!! >u

matcha latte (!!!) and the second time i met him (which was 2 weeks after), he remembered my order which was really nice and unexpected. also, i was with my friend that day, and i offered some yam chips (in a container) to another female collegue (since i am more used to seeing her, and also because i’m kinda shy to give him). he came to the table and gave back my container, and had a very small talk, in which he offered us drinks/ice cream but we declined. after my friend left, i continued studying and suddenly, he came to collect my cup which i was going to say thank you, but to my surprise, he placed another new cup of matchalatte for me!! i was shocked and didn’t know what to do so i just mouthed a thank you to him. at this point, my heart is already melting, considering this is the first time anyone has offered me a drink like this. we also said bye when he left. our third encounter: the next day, in which he came but i don’t think he had work. he sat at the chair in front of my table, but i was so HORRIBLY SHY that i didn’t look up that much. i have no idea if he was looking at me or not but it remained like this for about (more than) 5 minutes long?? after that, he went to stand near my table and said “no matcha latte today?” so i replied “yea mocha today” !!!! but we were interrupted by the female collegue who said “haha you talking to customer ah” *in chinese* but in like a jokingly manner. then i think the situation got shy and he said no in chinese once again and then we bid farewell :c. it was such good memories and i never met him after that, and i thought i never will. the only info i had about him was that he’s a year older than me. i think i’m a person who falls in love quite easily haha, so i couldn’t stop thinking about it for quite a while. fast forward to jun 14, i signed up for a school camp (i usually don’t go to camps) with 2 of my friends. it was a camp with 5 different schools. as time passed on during the first day,i couldn’t help but notice this guy felt familiar?? i kept noticing the way he talked, the way he walked, and it hinted me that it mIGHT be him ?? (i’m not very good at remembering faces, and also his hair is also wayyyy longer than before) during that night, i was talking to my friend about how i had a feeling that it was him, but i don’t know if i really want to know if it’s him (bc he seemed close to this girl, and my self-esteem is quite low :c). but i decided that i should just ask him. during the next day, i didn’t see him around often, but i couldn’t quite find the courage to ask him, and i don’t really want to do it infront of my friends. when the camp was nearing to an end, i almost thought i won’t ask him, but man i just went with it, go up to him and awkwardly goes like “wait, did u work in a cafe before?” he seemed hesistant so i thought i got the wrong guy, but NO! IT WAS REALLY HIM! aaaa but we got interrupted again, and one person asked if we were cousins LOL.we didn’t manage to talk alot, but found out we’re in the same school??? but he’s year 3 while i’m year 2. once again, i was really amazed to meet him again such circumstances, and that we were in the same school all along?? i thought i would meet him sometime soon,,, but turns out i was wrong.. i didn’t have any contact of him and once again, as time goes by, i didn’t think much about him again. fast forward early to end jul-early aug, i signed up for a japan uni talk (once again, not something i usually go for but somehow did). on that day, i was thinking about how long i’ve never met café guy but was happy cause i’m over it. but life decides to (idek what life is trying to do to me) bring him back into the picture again! i was waiting for my friend when i suddenly saw this familiar looking guy, i only saw him walking two steps (he’s blocked by a pillar) and i had a gut feeling that it might be him. but this time he was wearing glasses and his hair is short now. after seem peaking around here and there, it turns out it really was him??!?! at that point of time, i was very shy and awkward, it was hard for me to say hi or anything, i was just freaking out. to sum up that day, i basically didn’t manage to say hi to him (regrets :cc). but my friend, managed to find a mutual friend of both of us’s instagram. i went to follow him and found café’s guy instagram eventually!! to sum up, i eventually used my main account to follow him, in which he followed back ( that was like almost a 3 day process uwu). also, i dropped huge hints to lowkey scream *i’m the matcha latte i hope u remember me!!!* aaaa he dm-ed me and ask if im the matcha latte girl!!! we talked abit (not alot really) and (yesterday) he said he’s working but at another chain of the café (which is about 3 mins walking distance to the café i met him & usually go to). he asked what time i was leaving, and since i was meeting my friend, i said around late 5 to 6. he then said his break was only at 6plus, so i thought maybe i can wait a little longer to catch him (but i was a little afraid to meet him as well haha) i was going to pack my bag when he came!!! he immediately came to my table and talked to me!!! but my friend called me so i had to pick up, when it ended, he came back to my table again and we talked for about 20mins?? it was nice talking to him (some context: my mind usually goes blank when making conversations with people!!! >u

hi angel!! sorry for the late reply - i saw ur ask a little while ago but bc i didn’t have my laptop (it was off for repairs) i couldn’t reply :(( anyway, it sounds like ur both mutually interested in each other!! i think u should go for it. i mean, from what i can tell, it sounds like u kinda like this guy (u seem rly excited whenever u catch glimpses of him and idk i feel like he definitely made a big impression on u bc why else would u a) remember all your interactions b) get so excited about seeing him time and time again and c) bother to tell me all this, right? ✨) like it just seems like u both have interest in each other but are too shy to make a move. i think u should go for it bc u’ve already nearly lost him several times now - u only get so many chances and i feel like u might regret it if u don’t do anything and just let this opportunity slide… also i think u might be overthinking it - you may be different people, yes, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing?? also u guys don’t really know each other all that well yet so it’s really too soon to be worrying so much, just try to take the time to get to know each other better and then see how things go once u have a better grasp on who he is etc. u have nothing to lose from giving it a shot, especially since u already hope for it to work out, so why hold urself back and deprive urself of something that could potentially make u a really happy? everyone’s scared of things and it’s natural to be scared of something like this, but it would be a shame to let that fear hold u back from something that could be really great

#answered #matcha latte anon

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littlespoonevan · 7 years

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guys, i just. i really want everyone to see how soft isak becomes around even

bc like

everyone who knows isak (boy squad, girl squad, kollektivet) thinks he’s really grumpy all the time and the type of person to scoff at emotions

and isak is like that sometimes

but this bABY becomes an absolute marshmallow around his boyfriend and i want other people to witness it

kollektivet would see this side of him first since they live w him and even basically lives with them

(also they saw how much isak worried about and took care of even during that one awful week in december)

so imagine noora coming into the kitchen, intent on making herself a nice fruit salad for breakfast when she finds even at the hob and isak plastered to his back, face smushed between even’s shoulderblades and his eyes closed

she hovers in the doorway, biting down a smirk at how isak almost seems to be sleeping standing up except for the way his arms occasionally tighten around even’s middle while even talks

before she can decide how to interrupt them, eskild appears behind her

he takes one look at them, grins and says, “even, you’ve got a grumpy seventeen year old on your back”

when isak pulls away to glare at him eskild waves a hand and is like, “nvm, it’s gone”

even laughs but isak is pouting so even lifts his arm, letting isak tuck himself into his side

“you gonna help me with the pancakes or just prevent me from using my left arm?” even asks, quirking his eyebrows as he grins down at isak

“you can manage one handed,” isak mumbles and then. oh boy, then it happens

isak gets that droopy eyed smile on his face (u know the one i mean) as even leans down to peck his lips and noora and eskild just...

they share a look that basically screams, arE YOU SEEING THIS??????????

bc they have nEVER seen isak make a face like that before

for the whole time isak has lived with eskild he’s almost permanently been frowning

and noora didn’t really know isak that well before he moved into the flat but she could never really believe the stories eva would tell her about how cute isak could be

bc the look on his face right now

that’s really fuckin cute

eskild wants to say something and is definitely about to but noora grabs his arm and says, “we’re gonna go out for breakfast, bye boys!” and physically drags him out of the kitchen bc she’s a good friend and roommate

(and maybe be she wants to see isak smile like that more often)

imagine noora and eva have a sleepover so eva’s in the kitchen some saturday morning when isak and even come in, fingers linked loosely between them as isak trails behind even

even greets her enthusiastically and isak, sleepily

even makes breakfast for her and eva literally cannot believe isak found the perfect man

but then when it comes to actually eating breakfast isak sits on even’s lap rather than in one of the empty chairs around the table

(they’re only using one plate too they’re gross)

and eva sort of huffs a laugh in amusement and is like, “you know there’s four chairs and only three of us right?”

and isak lets out a long-suffering sigh from where he’s perched sideways on even’s lap, back resting against the wall with even’s arm around his waist to keep him steady

“eva, it’s 9 in the morning, i’m barely awake right now. let me sit on my boyfriend’s lap”

eva is literally so gleeful at the sound of isak saying the word “boyfriend” she can only nod and bite back her smile

but then it gets wORSE bc even smiles at isak and makes some teasing comment and isak rolls his eyes and it’s the fONDEST eye roll she’s ever seen from him

eva remembers the way isak was when they were fifteen/sixteen and she knows he changed a lot in the year or so when they weren’t really friends but she thinks even the old isak couldn’t rival the version of isak she sees now

so happy and comfortable and gentle and not at all ashamed to be like that

she’s so happy for him

imagine (and ok this one might verge on crack-y but just go w it)

imagine even waking isak up w kisses the morning after pre-drinks which had turned into just Drinks at kollektivet with the boy squad and the girl squad

and isak is a lil annoyed bc he’s hungover and still tired but also not annoyed at all bc even keeps kissing his cheek and his jaw and whispering “wake up, isak” “isaaaaak” “baby” “elsker deg”

the last one eventually has isak huffing and his lips twitching up in a smile as he rolls onto his back to look at even

even leans over him with the softest smile in the world and the tips of their noses are touching as he whispers, “god morn”

and isak has just gotten his arm around even’s neck, is literally just about to pull him into a real good morning kiss when he hears, “please don’t have sex with me in the room” from the floor beside his bed

evak stare at each other before both leaning over the side of isak’s bed to find jonas on the floor with one of isak’s cushions under his head and and four of isak’s hoodies being used as a blanket

“...why are you in my room?”

“living room’s full”

“who’s in the living room?”

“all the girls and magnus and mahdi”

“i don’t remember telling you all you could stay the night”

“you didn’t, you’d already gone to bed. when i came in you were both passed out. you were spooning. it was cute.”

jonas finally opens his eyes when isak doesn’t reply and finds isak staring down at him with a “my brain is still trying to process this” expression while even is peeking over isak’s shoulder and looking like he’s trying hard not to laugh

and like, it’s a bit weird bc his best friend is currently in bed with his boyfriend and jonas probably isn’t supposed to see this but it’s also sweet??? to see the way isak’s confused expression melts a little when even kisses his shoulder

to have heard the lightness in isak’s voice when even had managed to wake him up earlier

he knows isak hid a lot of his real self for the last year but he didn’t really realise how much until he saw isak become the person he is now

jonas really likes having his best friend back

especially when his best friend rolls his eyes and is just like “ugh fine u can come up here, the floor’s uncomfortable and it’s not like we’re gonna have sex with you in here anyway”

jonas laughs as isak practically lies on top of even to make room for him and it’s nice, feeling this old sense of closeness return

imAGINE THE GIRLS SEEING ISAK DOING THE HEAD TILT THING WHEN HE WANTS A KISS

listen i am a big fan of the girls having movie nights/slumber parties/pre-games at kollektivet and evak being forcibly dragged into it

isak literally tries not to leave his room when he hears them in the flat but then he or even will have to go to the bathroom or they’ll want food or something and the girls will ambush them and before they know it they’re stuck in the living room

i think in this particular instance isak probably hasn’t realised the girls have come to corral them yet

isak and even are in the living room bc even is searching for some dvd eskild swore they have

(isak is like “babe u literally have netflix on ur laptop why”)

but then isak spots the dvd on one of the shelves and spins around to even. “got it!”

even stops what he’s doing and walks over to him, with a soft smile tugging at his mouth. “my hero,” he drawls sarcastically as he fits his hands to isak’s hips

isak would think of a witty remark but instead he just tilts his chin up, silently waiting for his thank you kiss

which even is all too happy to oblige him with

it’s great until they hear a squeak from the general vicinity of the hallway

when they pull apart they find the girls all crowded in the entrance to the living room with a myriad of expressions on their faces

mostly beaming, too-wide smiles and sana’s more knowing smirk

they don’t even care when isak complains to them

their only regret is that none of them were quick enough to snapchat it

and fINALLY

the boy squad witness the eskimo kisses

sana almost did at christmas but u know she’s too good to ever bring it up

magnus on the other hand....

let’s say isak is upset abt something

not too upset but y’know, over something small like idk, he’s just stressed bc he has two tests this week and a project due

and he’s being super grumpy and not getting involved in conversation at lunchtime and even can tell isak is gonna snap if one of boys (well meaning though they are) try to make him talk

so he puts his hand on isak’s knee to catch his attention and when isak looks at him even immediately leans in to press their foreheads together

“what’s wrong?” he murmurs

“nothing,” isak says in a way that obviously means something

even cups his cheek and whispers, “smile”

isak shakes his head but doesn’t pull away from even or dislodge his forehead

“please,” even presses, gently brushing their noses together, “come on, baby. smile.”

that does it. isak rolls his eyes but his mouth curves up just a little so even smiles back and kisses his cheek, returning to his earlier position but holding isak’s hand in his

and it’s too loud in the crowded cafeteria for the boys to hear what they said but they certainly sAW

mahdi thinks it’s adorable

jonas is so happy his bro has someone who treats him as good as even does

magnus almost has a conniption

“whAT WAS THAT???????????”

isak jumps at how loud he is and stares at magnus in bewilderment. “what?”

“the nose thing!!!!” he says, gesturing wildly. “what was that????”

“come on, man, haven’t u ever heard of an eskimo kiss before?” is mahdi’s contribution

“but- you- that was so cute?????????????” is magnus’ rebuttal “isak’s not cute???????????”

isak is Offended.

“fuck you i’m adorable”

even laughs and drapes his arm over isak’s shoulder

“that’s right. you could even say, isak is the master of being cute”

isak hates his boyfriend

but he hates his friends more

(that’s a lie. he loves them all)

anyway this got way too long give me isak being soft and his friends thinking it’s a Revelation

#evak #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #skam #evenbechnet #mine #i have been thinking about this for wEEKS

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meghandoesfanfic · 6 years

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birthday

Blaine’s birthday was definitely one of Kurt’s favorite days of the year. He always liked to go all-out for his best friend, his husband, and he loved employing his friends and family to pull it off.

The surprises got more and more elaborate as the years went on, and Kurt loved the thrill of thinking up something else to surprise him with. Once they had kids, the elaborate surprises got a little harder, but Kurt still tried to out-do himself each year--the kids, as they grew a little older, were very willing to help.

"Finley, sweetheart, are you almost ready?" Kurt called through their townhome. Audrey was downstairs already, having been ready for a good ten minutes, while Finley was still doing... something upstairs.

"Almost!" Finley called back.

"We're going to be late!" Audrey shouted.

As the two kids started bickering, Kurt closed his eyes and pinched his nose.

"Both of you, hush!" He exclaimed, "Your dad is still sleeping and today is his birthday and his one day off--knock it off."

Audrey rolled her eyes as Finley bounded down the stairs.

"Sorry." Finley said.

Kurt furrowed his brows when he saw the bandaids all over Finley's fingers.

"What did you do to your hands?" Kurt asked frantically. This was not how Blaine's birthday was supposed to go.

"I was making these for dad's birthday." He said, tugging a small jar out of his backpack, "My friend at school said if you make a thousand of these little stars, you get to make a wish. I couldn't quite make a thousand, but I thought maybe a hundred could make a small wish. I just... I got a lot of paper cuts."

Kurt opened his mouth to say something but instead made a proud smile and set his hand on Finley's cheek.

"He'll love it, baby." Kurt smiled.

"Dad, we're going to be late--"

"Right, right." Kurt said, grabbing his keys, "I'll lock up--you two go ahead."

Finley shoved the jar back into his backpack and the two kids headed out the door. Kurt double-checked that he had his wallet, keys, and the note he'd written to Blaine was on the counter. Once he checked everything, he headed out the door to follow the kids down the street.

"Kurt!"

"Hey, Cooper." Kurt smiled as he walked down the street, coffees and bag of cronuts in hand, "How are you?"

"Good, good. I'm just getting to the airport, but my flight's still supposed to arrive on time." Cooper explained, "I already have an Uber scheduled to pick me up when I land, and I've got your address."

"Perfect! The kids can let you in once you get here." Kurt beamed, "He still has no idea you're coming."

"Good--his surprised face is hilarious."

Kurt laughed then, knowing Cooper was right about his brother--Blaine was one of the easiest people to surprise, and getting to see that cute face every year was wonderful.

"Is everything ready to go?" Cooper asked.

"Yep, we have everything in motion. Jesse and a few of Blaine's friends from his most recent show are helping with the big surprise, and Sam's coming in from Ohio. I think Blaine's going to be blown away."

"Think it's going to top the Warblers surprising him in Central Park two years ago?" Cooper asked, "Or the impromptu trip to the Bahamas last year?"

"I think it'll blow both of those out of the water." Kurt smiled, "I managed to get a hold of some of the Warblers that live nearby, so some of them will be there tonight--and his day may not be in the Bahamas, but I think his big present will make up for it."

"How are you going to keep him out of the house today?"

"I've got a few ideas up my sleeve." Kurt smiled.

"Sounds really mischievous--I'm sure he'll love it."

"Well, thank you for coming in to help me pull this off--and for helping with the big surprise."

"Of course. You know I'd do anything for Blaine."

Kurt smiled at that--Blaine deserved all of the love in the world, and he knew he loved Cooper just as much.

"Well, I'm almost home and I don't want Blaine to suspect a thing, so I'll see you later tonight?"

"Yes, I'll see you tonight."

"By the way, all of the food is prepped and in the fridge, so just follow the recipes I have on the counter and--"

"10-4, Kurt, 10-4." Cooper laughed.

"Okay, fine, see you later, then."

"See you later!"

"Text me when you land so I know you got here safely."

"Yes, Mom."

Kurt rolled his eyes before giggling.

"Bye, Cooper."

"Bye!"

Kurt rolled his eyes with a smile as he hung up and walked up the steps to their home. He opened the door and smiled when he saw Blaine sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone.

"Happy Birthday!" Kurt exclaimed, making Blaine look up and chuckle.

"Thank you." He grinned, "And thank you for the note--it was very sweet."

"Well, I went out and got you your favorite coffee and cronuts from our favorite shop," Kurt smiled, setting the coffee and bag in front of him. Blaine took his coffee and took a long sip of it before peeking in the bag and smiling at the cronuts, making Kurt smile as he leaned on the counter in front of him.

"So, what's the game plan today?" Blaine smiled. He'd certainly learned that Kurt liked to surprise him, and Kurt didn't mind that he knew--he was still surprised by the end of the day.

"It's definitely a full day," Kurt grinned over his coffee cup, "But, no spoilers. Today's a total surprise for you."

Blaine chuckled then, shaking his head.

"Okay." He smiled.

“Finish up your coffee and cronut, get ready, then we’ll head out.” Kurt smiled, leaning over the counter to kiss him.

Blaine had no idea what Kurt had in store.

—

Once Blaine was dressed and ready to go, Kurt took him to Central Park.

"It's such a nice day!" Blaine beamed, his arms out as he looked up to the sky.

"It's like the universe knew it was your birthday." Kurt teased, squinting in the sunlight.

Blaine looked to him then with a smile, bumping into him.

"Seriously, thank you for taking off work today to spend the day with me."

"Of course! Your birthdays are my favorite." Kurt smiled, taking his hand.

"Kurt."

"What? They are." Kurt grinned, "You are my favorite person in the entire world, and your birthday means I've been lucky enough to spend another year with you."

Blaine smiled then, his cheeks reddening a little.

"So, what's exactly on the docket today?"

"I told you--it's a surprise."

"Kurt."

"Blaine." Kurt smiled, "Look, I just want to make today special for you because you deserve it."

Blaine huffed with a smile then, looking down to his feet before back up at Kurt.

"Well, thank you." He said, "Everything you do for me really does mean the world."

"I'm glad! I want you to be happy, and so today is all about your favorite things." Kurt smiled, "Which brings us to our next destination today."

Kurt smiled and gestured to the sign before them, signaling that they'd made it to the Central Park Zoo. Blaine had always loved animals--especially the ones at the zoo.

"The zoo?" Blaine beamed.

"Yep--and better yet, since we're early and it's a school day, we'll basically have the place entirely to ourselves." Kurt smiled, taking a tighter grip on Blaine's hand and tugging him towards the gates.

They got their tickets quickly, and Blaine immediately headed for the penguins. They'd always been his favorite animals from what Kurt remembered (he thought part of it was because of an episode of Parks & Recreation), so to see how happy he was when he saw them, Kurt knew the zoo was a good move.

"Kurt, look! This one's right up next to the glass!" Blaine beamed, bending down beside the glass.

Without a second thought, Kurt smiled and grabbed his phone from his pocket and took a picture of Blaine up against the glass, talking to the penguin as if it spoke a lick of English.

He watched Blaine for a few moments before Blaine rose to his feet.

"They're so cute." Blaine grinned, "Like, look how happy they are!"

"They look very happy." Kurt giggled, "Want to hang out here for a bit or keep going?"

“Let’s keep going. Lots of animals to see and I’m guessing this isn’t the last stop.” Blaine smiled, taking Kurt’s hand in his again.

“You would be correct.” Kurt grinned.

The two wandered around the zoo, stopping frequently so Blaine could look at all the different animals. Kurt took as many photos as he could, and when they were heading out, Blaine went to the restroom quickly, so Kurt took the opportunity to pop into the gift shop.

“What’s that?” Blaine smiled.

Kurt tugged the stuffed penguin out of its bag, making Blaine laugh.

“Happy birthday, B.” Kurt grinned.

“Thank you.” Blaine smiled, holding the penguin close to his chest as they kept walking.

“Next stop is the carousel—as many times as you’d like—then onto the next part of the day.”

“Does the next part of the day involve lunch?”

“Yes.” Kurt grinned.

After a quick lunch at Blaine's favorite deli near Central Park, the two headed to the American Museum of Natural History. Kurt knew Blaine was a history buff, but he didn't realize how much he enjoyed history until he picked up the minor at NYADA. He loved all kinds of history, and if there was a museum in the vicinity of wherever the two of them trekked to, he found a way to be there. Kurt found it horribly endearing.

"Birthday at my favorite museum?" Blaine smiled.

"Yes, and there's a surprise."

"Where?" Blaine asked, looking around.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Kurt."

"C'mon, I hear a taxidermy elephant calling your name." Kurt teased, making Blaine laugh as he followed him upstairs.

Kurt giggled in surprise as Blaine took his hand and ran towards the elephants, anxious to see them. He followed Blaine along through the museum, listening intently as Blaine told Kurt all kinds of facts about the animals or artifacts they were looking at. He was always so surprised by how much Blaine knew--he was so smart, and Kurt loved listening to him talk about something he was passionate about.

"Can we please go see the blue whale now?" Blaine asked, "That's the only thing we haven't done all day, and every time I suggest it, you make up an excuse."

Kurt raised a brow before ushering Blaine towards the ocean hall, Blaine's absolute favorite exhibit in the entire museum.

As they got closer, Kurt smiled as he could start to hear singing.

"Do you hear that?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt as the singing grew louder.

"Hear what?" Kurt grinned, nodding forward as they walked into the hall. Blaine left Kurt's side to hurry to balcony to look down into the hall.

Sure enough, under the whale, many of the original Warblers from Blaine's class (and begrudgingly, Sebastian), stood under the whale. Kurt asked them to sing a personal favorite of his, and one he sang as a Warbler as well.

"You think that people would've had enough of silly love songs," Sebastian sang, the Warblers backing him up, "But, I look around me and I see that isn't so."

Blaine covered his mouth with his hands, making Kurt smile.

"I'm sure they'd love to sing with their leader again." Kurt offered, nudging Blaine before nodding towards the Warblers. Blaine looked at him with stars in his eyes before running down the stairs to join his buddies. He fell right into place, singing loud for all to hear, much to the excitement of the visitors to the museum. It wasn't every day that this happened at the museum, that was for sure.

Kurt leaned on the railing, watching his husband and his friends woo the hell out of everyone in the audience, knowing this was where Blaine always belonged. He looked so natural in the spotlight, like it was made just for him.

Part three of Blaine's perfect birthday: check.

After spending almost an hour catching up with the Warblers, Kurt knew they had one more place to go before they headed home for the big surprise.

"How can we still not be done?" Blaine laughed as they walked down the street, swinging the bag that housed his penguin stuffed animal.

"We're just not." Kurt smiled.

"You're lucky I like walking around this city so much." Blaine grinned.

"I know, I know--I should have probably gotten us a taxi--"

"Kurt, it's really not a big deal." Blaine said, "I wouldn't have walked all this way if I didn't love to."

Kurt smiled then, knowing Blaine did enjoy going on morning walks around Central Park, which was roughly 5 miles end-to-end. It was a trek for sure, but Blaine had grown to love walking around the city--it certainly helped that they lived nearby.

"Times Square?" Blaine asked as it came into view.

"Yes." Kurt smiled, "But, a very special place in Times Square."

Blaine furrowed his brow before chuckling.

"You know, I really appreciate everything you've done with me today--I know you aren't usually into the really tourist-y things around the city, but--"

Kurt stopped him then, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Blaine laughed as they tugged away, making Kurt smile as he took Blaine's hand and led him to the iconic red stairs. He brought him all the way to the top, then sat him down.

"Blaine, I know today's been crazy, and kind of all over the place. But, the thing is, it seems like our lives are always crazy and kind of all over the place." Kurt smiled, taking Blaine's hands in his, "And I love it--I love you. I love how I can wake up every morning and look at you, and see the man that took my hand that first day I visited Dalton. I see the man who will stop at nothing to make sure that his family and friends around him are happy, and I see the man who cares so endlessly about everyone. I mean, you called my dad before I could after he got his surgery--which is astounding to me, but I know he appreciated it."

Blaine chuckled then, rubbing his thumb over Kurt's knuckles.

"I love doing these elaborate birthdays for you every year because you deserve the world. You are everything to me, Blaine, and I want to see your smile, the smile that lights up everything around you. I wish I could do this for you every day, because you deserve it. But, I settle for once a year, because seeing your surprised face every year is one of my favorite things." Kurt grinned, making Blaine laugh, "Your birthday is my favorite day of the year because it's the day that the world decided that it needed a little more sunshine."

"Kurt." Blaine huffed, tears in his eyes.

"I mean all of that." Kurt replied, giving Blaine's hands a gentle squeeze.

"Well, I don't know how you'll top this year." Blaine grinned, making Kurt laugh.

"I'm up for that challenge." Kurt smirked.

Blaine leaned over to kiss him then, making Kurt sigh into his lips. If there was one thing he loved more than Blaine's birthday, it was his kisses.

When they tugged away, Kurt checked his phone for the time.

"What do you say we catch the subway back to the house, and I make you your favorite dinner?"

"Parmesan chicken with mac and cheese on the side?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Of course." Kurt smiled as he rose to his feet and held his hand out for Blaine. He took it with a smile and followed Kurt down towards the bottom.

"Are the kids still with Rachel?"

"Yep, they'll be home later." Kurt replied as they walked down carefully.

"Wow, an empty house?"

Kurt simply smiled over his shoulder. Blaine didn't have to know anything--yet.

They chatted all the way home on the subway, mostly about Blaine's mom's post on Facebook about her baby's birthday--complete with embarrassing photos, some of which not even Kurt had seen before. They were adorable (not that Kurt was at all surprised), and Blaine called her as they walked from the subway stop to their town home, complaining about how embarrassing they were.

"Alright, alright, we'll, we're home and Kurt's telling me to hang up." Blaine chuckled, making Kurt roll his eyes, "Yeah, I love you, too. Thank you again for the present--I'll call you after I open it, I promise. Okay, bye."

He hung up and looked to Kurt before huffing out a laugh.

"Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry--I just want you to see the last piece of your surprise." Kurt smiled before opening the door.

Without hesitation, he flicked the lights on in the town home and all of their friends popped out. Cooper, Rachel, Jesse, their children Harper, Riley and Lily, Sam, Mercedes, Sebastian and the Warblers, Finley and Audrey were all there, all screaming 'Happy Birthday' at Blaine as he made the same surprised face that Kurt loved.

The food was all sitting on the counter, and it was all of Blaine's favorites (and then some)--Parmesan chicken, mac and cheese, red velvet cupcakes, various chips, along with a vegetable tray. Presents were stacked all up and down the staircase, all different shapes, sizes and colors.

"Wow!" Blaine beamed.

Yep, Kurt's plan panned out exactly as he wanted it to--now he set new, higher stakes for Blaine's next birthday.

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