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Top 15 Star Trek TOS Episodes (Part Two)

(Part One)

Continuing from the last post, here are the remaining seven episodes~! Also picking Number One was SUPER hard. I was stuck between it and two for a long while. But I finally picked, so here we go!

#7. The Trouble With Tribbles

Up to this point, I hadn’t been crazy over some of the goofier episodes of Star Trek. Shore Leave was a mindscrew that left me uncertain about what was even happening by the end, though my opinion has lightened up upon looking back. The Squire of Gothos had a villain that I found far more annoying than entertaining and it remains one of my least favorite episodes. The only more silly one I did like was I, Mudd which remains an utter laugh riot once everyone acts as illogical as possible, including Spock. But then this episode came along, and Dear Lord it is hilarious. Our heroes stop at a space station, but it’s also occupied by Klingons. But wait, it gets better! A sleezy guy convinces Uhura to buy a Tribble, these little puff ball things that are kind of cute... until they begin to reproduce so rapidly that they infest the ship and base. To put it simply, it’s not a good time for Kirk. Honestly Kirk is the best part just because of how much he LOATHES every single thing about this episode. The scene where a whole bunch of Tribbles just topple over him and he just resigns himself to his fate and later his epic death glare at Bones when he orders him to figure out what killed the things. And then there’s what makes him come aorund to them, their shared hatred of Klingons. Seriosuly, Kirk is just So Done in this episode and it is amazing~

But seriously, it’s a very entertianing episode. Far more than I thought it was going to be when I read the description. It’s not an episode taken seriosuly, but not in the ‘they just gave up’ kind of way like in certain S3 episodes. The cast seem to be legit having a fun time with this one. The brawl between Scotty, Chekov, and a few other guys against the Klingons was super fun as was Kirk sulking when Scotty revelas that he got provoked over the Enteprise being insulted and not the captain. Poor Jim XD Cyrano Jones was also just a fun delight with how scummy yet amusing he is. The scene with him and the drinks during the brawl had me laughing so much XD Seriosuly there’s just so many good moments. Spock not being immune to the Tribble’s comforting effect and being embarassed at this revelaiton, Spock and McCoy’s snark, the Klingons utter horror at the tiny little furballs, it’s just an entertaining ride from beginning to end.

Not anything to really note flaws wise to justify the ranking. It doesn’t have that emotional or philosophical umph that I normally seek out in shows like this, so it’s here at seven. But that ain’t a bad thing at all. Not every episode has to have deep meanings or complex stories. Sometimes it can just be something fun and amusing, and the effort was still there to make it entertaining. It’s one of those episodes that I would watch above the others on a bad day just so I can laugh. Probably the most fun episode I have on this list, and that’s nothing to snuff at~!

#6. The Doomsday Machine

Our heroes find a Starship where the only survivor is Commadore Decker, his crew having all been killed when he beamed them to a planet that a planet destroyer... well, destroyed shortly after. The destroyer is still active and now the Enterprise is in danger. As Kirk remains on that ship, Decker is determined to destroyt he doomsday machine once and for all, including taking command of the Enteprrise and risking their lives to do so. Yeah, this is a pretty intense one. Decker, while his sucicdal actions were wrong, is VERY sympathetic. His crew was killed through no fault of his own, the machine that did it is still loose, and the losses have left him utterly broken. He’s very much traumatized but as he is the highest ranking officer and they can’t officially prove that he’s too mentlaly unfit to be relieved (which imo is idiotic cause even someone who isn’t a psycologist can tell he’s mentally unfit, but whatever), they can’t do much to stop him. Spock DOES finally manage to do so, and it leads to Decker’s ultimate choice that leads to his tragic end.

This one really gripped me. There’s this tension throughout. We have an unstable, suicidal man taking control of the Enterprise and willing to get them all killed to stop the doomsday machine. It’s scary to see how broken the man is. Again, he’s wrong to be willing to sacrifice everyone on The Enterprise to destroy the thing even though none of them want to die, but you understand why. I mean imagine if that happened to Kirk, he’d probably snap too if his actions in Obsession is any indication of how he handles major losses like that. Then we have Decker’s final act. Once relieved of command, he steals a shuttle and goes at the machine himself. He knows that he’s going to die and accepts that fact if it means some chance, any chance of destroying the machine once and for all. While he fails to destory it, he DOES give Kirk the opprotunity needed to do so with the ruined ship. A move that almost gets Kirk killed, but still Decker’s act was not in vain. It’s a very interesting character study with themes of guilt, trauma, and desperation. Kind of like in Obsession in a way, only Kirk manages to survive and pull himself together before it was too late. Decker’s only goal was to take down the machine that took his crew’s lives, even if that meant losing his own.

As I said, these are the kinds of episodes I live for. I guess self-sacrifice is also genetic consideirng what happened with his son in The Motion Picture, haha. Flaws... ugh... I guess McCoy disappeairng after the first half sucked? But that’s a me thing that doesn’t affect anything. I just remember watching it wide-eyed despite fully well knowing that everyone I cared about were going to be perfectly fine. It really gripped me! A great episode with great character exploration and themes which for a one off character, is pretty dang impressive!

#5. Journey to Babel

Meet the parents epidsode! Yay! The Enteprise is transporting various ambassadors of various planets to the Babel Conference. This includes the Vulcan Ambassador Sarek and his human wife Amanda, aka Spock’s parents. Yep, it’s time for some good ol’ fashioned family issues! Sarek wasn’t exactly happy with Spock choosing Starfleet and their relationship has been strained ever since. But when Sarek has severe heart problems, the only way to save him is via blood transfusion with Spock the only one compatible. But to make it worse, Kirk gets stabbed and put out of comission, forcing Spock to take command... at the same time that his father needs the surgery. Yeah... it sucks to be Spock in this episode. I know that Sarek is a bit divisive, but I like Spock’s parents. Sarek comes off as good at his job, but not great as a parent. He’s far fromt he worst and we do see that he does seem to still care about his son, he’s just God awful at admitting it and his previous mistakes. Like father, like son I guess. Amanda was a delight, especially when she tells McCoy about the sehlat aka giant teddy bear. Anyone who can make Bones smile that big deserves our thanks. Spock trying to make it less embarassing only made it funnier XD But back on topic, they come off as interesitng characters. They ain’t ideal, but they seem to genuinely be in love, which is nice.

Spock was just great here as we see him in one of the roughest spots he’s been in. He’s naturally not happy about being around the father that cast him aside again, though after his heart issues it’s clear that he IS concerned. Leonard Nimoy once again does such a fantastic job at having Spock express so much but without breaking character. It’s all in the eyes and the strained tone of voice. Then when Spock is more than willing to go through with the tranfusion, Kirk is injured. He has no choice but to take command, knowing that in doing so his father will die. While he COULD give command to Scotty, with the VERY intense circumstances of an assaliant on board and a ship ready to attack wit a number of ambassadors on board, he’s the best bet in handling it. Amanda is of course upset and even smacks him which IS overly harsh, but she’s about to lose her husband and her son, despite clealry hating the fact, has to place his duty above all else. Sarek dying is the least worst outcome to everyone else being killed. It’s the most logical route. Fortunately Kirk is able to pull himself together long enough to take over and the transfusion goes through perfectly despite the fight making it more difficult. Which again, McCoy is the true MVP here for managing to pull that off successfully under those conditions and Thank God that the episode rewarded him by letting him finally get the last word. He earned that one!

It’s such a great episode for me. Family drama, Spock conflict, political tensions, and just some relaly fun bits. Seriosuly, the teddy bear bit will NEVER stop being funny. Hoenstly these last five were all pretty tight and this ende dup here cause the other four had just a little bit mroe to keep me invested for reasons. Spock and Sarek don’t really reach a resolution but we do see that it has the chance to improve, and the movies do show that Sarek DOES truly care about his son and even admits that he had been wrong. It takes a lot for a man, even a Vulcan man, to do that. Although I DID double take when I realized that Sarek is played by the same guy who did the Romulan Captain in Balance of Terror. Guess he was that good XD. But yeah, a really great episode and very much my favorite Spock-centric episode.

#4. The Empath

TRIUMVIRATE FEELS BABY~! Our heroes end up trapped by a duo of aliens and encounter a mute empath woman that McCoy names Gem. They try to figure out how to escape as the aliens known as Vians plan to use them for an experiment as they have others. Shenanigains happen while elad to Kirk getting totured p, and then given the ultimate sadistic choice in having to decide if either Spock or McCoy get tortured to the point of either death (McCoy) or permenant brain damage (Spock). Now the episode has it’s issues, like why the Vians needed to do this to decide that Gem’s people were worth saivng is..l really baffling. But I’m also not a Vian so what do I know anout their mindset? But due to those kinds of plot holes, it landed here at four. It also kind of reads like a hurt/comfort fanfic, which isn’t a surprise when you find out that this was written and submitted by a fan. Which is freakin’ awesome and I can’t complain tbh cause it’s a good hurt/comfort fic. What it fails in some plot tightning it succeeds at in emphasizing the relationship between the main trio and it’s themes of emotion and self-sacrifice. Because OF COURSE that would be relevant for these three numbskulls at some point!

The second half is really what sells it. Kirk of course can’t make a choice like that, so Bones hypos him so that he’ll be spared of it. But that means that Spock is in command and he fully intends to hand himself over to the Vians to spare the two. Just the scene where he looks at Kirk, knowing that it’ll likely be the last time he sees him and Gem touching him to feel his emotions. Her smile sums it sll up. Which sidenote, the actress for Gem was freakin’ fantastic in how she displayed so much emotion and character without saying one word. Excellent acting. Anyways, Spock’s plan seems full-proof... except that he forgot that he’s dealing with McCoy, who promptly hypos him as well and sacrifices himself to the Vians. That was when McCoy became my favorite character, the moment he chose to be tortured to near death to save his two best friends and an innocent woman and even took the time to try and comfort her before being taken away. When we see the ifnal result and are greeted to DeForest Kelley looking at the camera with the most dead expression that he can muster... yeah the image STILL haunts me. Then Bones is dying with the two unable to do anything but try to give him some comfort and Gem is just so distraught and... heah this episode mad eit this high simply because it hit the emotional beats perfectly. That’s not even going into Gem trying to heal him to drive home the themes of the episode, also done VERY well.

This episode really shows how much the three care for one another. They’re all willing to be tortured and die to spare the other two. Ultimately McCoy gets the ‘honor’, but Kirk and Spock were absolutely ready to throw themselves to the fire. The characterization, interactions, and dynamic are just done so well that it’s why I can forgive the plot issues. I’m a sucker for feelings okay?! So yeah it’s not perfect but what it got right it got right. As such, it managed to land here at Number Four with only those plot holes keeping it from Number One. And trust me, I was tempted.

#3. The Tholian Web

Season 3 hadn’t been doing it for me with only one or two episodes really getitng my attention up to that point. This one though? This was the best episode in the seaosn bar none. Our heroes end up in a subspace where they find a starship and it’s crew all dead. Whien they teleport back to The Enterprise, it disappears... and takes Kirk with it. Okay, doesn’t sound liek anythignt hat new right? Kirk goes missing, the crew have to deal without him and find him as quickly as posisble. But this one has a bit of a twist... they cut Kirk out completely. Yeah, from the moment he vanishes in the first act to the very end he is out of the episode. Not only does the crew not know what happened to him, but neither does the audience, this ramps up the fear and emotional weight big time as the longer the crew is int hat space, the influence of it drives them to insanity. Bones wants to get out because of this, while Spock is unwilling to leave Kirk if he is alive. Needles to say, things go off the rails quickly.

With Kirk out of the equation, we keep our focus on Spock and McCoy. Their arguing is probably at the most personal it’s ever been with Kirk seming dead, the crew losing their minds, and it looking more and more uncertain that they can both treat the crew and ge tout alive. While one can say that McCoy may be too harsh here, I think along with the space affecting him in a less intense way, he’s also stressed from all the patients as well as his grief about Jim. Spock is the only one that he can take it out on, especially since his chocie to not leave is why they’re now int he mess that they’re in. Spock is trying to perform his duties despite the hostilities and his own grief that he’s trying to keep a grip on with all the responsibility of the crew and whatever happens due to his choice firmly sititng on his shoulders. What finally starts to get them to resolve this? A tape that Kirk made for them in the event of his death. He gives them his confidence that they can perform their duties withiut him, but that they need to lsiten to and support each other. They CAN go on without him. It’ll hurt but they’re now all that they each have and they need to work together now more than ever. It’s a sobering moment for both with McCoy realizng how ovelry harsh he had been and Spock expressing genuine grief. They do still bicke rone more time, but McCoy catches himself before it goes too far, apologizes, and Spock simply says what Jim would: “Forget it, Bones”. Cue Bones fainting like the Southern Bell that he is, haha!

Now of course Kirk is alive and they manage to save him and get out of the situation fine. But I just loved this because of the focus on Spock and McCoy without Kirk. Why? Because Kirk is the one thing that can unite them. It’s not the only thing, but if anything can make them get over their disagreements quickly, it’s Kirk. So what happens when it looks like he’s gone and never coming back? How will the two deal with it now that that balance is gone? They don’t deal with it well, being at each other’s throats until they see that tape. But it DOES show that if they did lose Kirk, they CAN work together and go on. Like I said, I adore these two’s relationship and while not as slashy as All Our Yesterdays, this is such an excellent one for that relationship as we see that yes, they will bicker but they will also be there for each other when it all comes down to it. It’s such a great episode for that reason and the plot was just well done. Like I said, casitng out Jim and leaving us unsure of what happened to him was an excellent move for this one and I enjoyed the exploration that it allowed.

#2. The Immunity Syndrome

Out heroes are scent to investigate what caused a whole solar system to disappear just as they also receive a message from a Vulcan science vessel. Unfortunately, Spock senses he vessel’s destruction and the Enterprise finds itself against a giant space amoeba that will devour everything unless stopped. That may not sound like much, but it leads into what I think was the most intense situation that the Enterprise has been in. Everything, and I mean everything, is pushed to their limits here. This amoeba can outright destroy galaxies and utterly mindless, so there’s no reasoning with it. But it gets especially tense when, in order to understand exactly what’s going on, Kirk has to send someone in the space shuttle to observe, but in doing so, he’s sending someone to most likely die. And his choices? Either Spock or Bones... yeah.

This is what makes this episode great. Spock and Bones are already on rockier than usual terms due to McCoy treating the Vulcan deaths more like a statistic while Spock sensed all of it outright. That itself is an interesting observation on how we treat these kinds of things, not really understanding how horrific it is unless we’re involved in it outright, otherwise it’s sad and unfortunate but just another number. But then we have the suicide mission. Bones originally volunteers himself, after all he’s a doctor and would have the knowledge to make the necessary observaitons and likely the most fit for it. But Spock is not only also perfectly capable even if not specialized in medical science, but he’s also more fit physically and emotionally to undergo the risk and come out alive. In the end, Kirk picks Spock and McCoy ain’t happy about it. The scene with Spock about ready to go with McCoy still unhappy even when Spock asks him to wish him luck. He does... once the doors have shut and Spock can’t hear him anymore. It’s a very strong scene and it only gets more painful when it looks like Spock is truly going to die and his final words are that McCoy should have wished him luck. Bones’ face says everything.

The episode is just excellent. Great character moments. Great emotional weight. Great stakes that keep going up and up and it truly feels like the darkest hour for the crew. Kirk and Spock outright begin to record their respective final words. Even they’re convinced that this is most likely the end, which is just... dang man. I couldn’t look away during this one. They hit everything perfectly with pretty much everything. If I have any issues, none of them come to mind. It’s just an excellent episode and the best of Season 2. I had a REALLY hard time picking between this and my Number One for the top slot. The top one just had a little bit more emotional impact to get it, but it just barely topped this one. Regardless, it is still an excellent episode and one of the best by far. But what is Number One? Well...

#1. The City on the Edge of Forever

Yeah, yeah, obvious pick I know. I normally don’t go wth popular opinion... but sometimes it’s that way for a reason, and this one I can’t argue about. When McCoy gets badly drugged on accident, he goes into a derranged state and beams onto a planet. The crew is unable to stop him from entering a portal known as the Guardian of Forever that sends him into the distant past where he does something to change histry. In order to figure out what changed and to stop McCoy, Kirk and Spock travel into the 1930’s a few days earlier to cut him off and must now navigate their way though the time period where they end up at a soup kitchen run by a woman named Edith Keller. Which Edith is an excellent character. She’s kind, optimistic, charming, hard-working, ad caring towards those who need it. Kirk ends up falling for her, and... it’s legit really cute. Kirk isn’t being forced to make out with a woman or doing so for information. We see how Kirk is when he genunely likes someone, having been drawn to Edith’s optimism and hopes for a better future. A future that he is from and knows will be reality. He’s really sweet and it’s just cute... which makes what happens at the end all the more tragic.

The 1930’s were fun with Kirk trying to come up with an excuse for Spock’s ears having me dying from laughter. The acting was excellent with DeForest Kelley as drugged!Bones especially being both crazy and scary. I quit doubting that he played villains in Westerns after this episode, haha. But of course Spock soon discovers that the change that McCoy is to make is saving Edith form death, and in doing so she leads a pacifist campaign that delays America’s entry into World War II and... well, things go badly. They are in a time where sadly optimism and peace are simply not options, which is even crueler. In order for time to be restored, they have to let Edith die. Kirk is horrified by this and when the time comes (sidenote, the Triumvirate reunion is utterly adorable), he just grabs Bones, keeps his back turned, and can only listen as Edith screams and is killed via car colission. Whatever grievances I have about William Shatner, he absoluteley nailed Kirk’s utter heartbreak and pain as Kirk just looks utterly boken. His final wordds after they return to the 23rd Century simply being a bitter “Let’s get the Hell out of here” sums it all up perfectly. Bones’ horror at it, especially since he DID have to watch it and him being upset at Kirk is also heartbreaking as he asks him if he knows what he just did. Spock can only somberly inform him that yes, he does.

It’s one of those cases where I wish serialization was more of a thign cause DAMN this is some major emotional baggage for everyone but as per usual. It happens and they go on from there with no lingering development. I guess if I had to complain, that would be it but that’s jut the nature of these shows at the time. Kind of feel like Bones getting as bady overdosed as he did pretty much got forgotten after they enter the 1930’s, but I also know nothing about 23rd Century drugs so... ah well. But the rest of the episode is so good that I can forgive those issues and they clealry did nothing to impact the placing. It had a storgn story, great emotion, great acting, great pacing, and a heartbreaking but fitting ending. The episode has a LOT of history behind it’s making that could be a post all it’s own, but no mater how this episode came to be, it is very much the best of Star Trek TOS. It was fun yet sad and had me gripped form beginning to ed and just htinkign about it now still makes me sad. Thus, it earns it’s place as my favorite episode of Star Trek TOS.

And we are done! There were a lot of really good episodes and some i REALLY did consider. A Piece of the Action, The Enemy Within (that was skipped for... certian reasons), Is There in Truth No Beauty?, This Side of Paradise, and plenty of others that I enjoyed. There were others I.. well, didn’t, but I can’t recall outright hating anything. Regardless I came in apathetic at best, and I left a fan for it’s characters, interesting ideas, and I just had a lot of fun. It’s outdated in many ways, but still relevant in others. Overall, I’m glad to have finally watched it, and I hope that I enjoy TNG just as much. But if not, I’ll always have this~!

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A Roll Of The Dice by two_drama_nerds_in_a_boat | @homeworkforpigeons

Summary: Star Trek is an incredibly popular tabletop roleplaying game. Mostly gen with some Spirk at the end.

Word Count: 1822

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Gliding through the stars would never get boring, he decided. Even at Warp Speed 9, with all the bright lights zipping past him so quickly they were nothing more than blurry spots in the sky, it was a simultaneously haunting and stunning sight. The Captain sighed, leaning back in his chair-

“Oh, do get on with it Jim,” muttered Hikaru from across the table, rolling dice between his fingers. “We don’t have all day.”

“But the monologues are important. For… character development.”

Nyota rolled her eyes. “Not when you spend an hour on them every turn. Besides, we already let you have the Captain’s Log thing. Now come on. I want to fight some hostile aliens.”

“Aren’t you supposed to stay on ship with Scotty in case things go wrong, Communications Officer?”

“Goddamit you two,” Bones said, fist slamming the table, sending papers fluttering and figurines toppling onto the board. “We’ll never get anything done with the two of you fighting.”

“Come on Jim,” said Rand, shoving some dice into his hand. “Your. Turn.”

He looked at Spock, who just did that thing where he would raise only the one eyebrow, and sighed in defeat.

“Fine.”

He dropped the dice, watching them roll until they made their way a surprising distance from him, finally stopping by Scotty.

No one really knew how they’d all gotten together. Jim had to admit, they were an odd group.

In the end, they were all just sort of bored, and lonely, and they needed something to do after school. Originally, it had just been Jim and Bones. They took turns DMing, setting up short campaigns for the others to play, but it got incredibly boring very quickly. They got tired of it. They needed a permanent DM - so they’d found Spock, who, despite his attempt to put on mask of no emotion, seemed to take both happiness and pride in being Dungeon Master. And after that, everyone else had sort of fallen into place. Because once they had Spock, they at least a consistent location to play - his basement. Which, though still not ideal, was better than bouncing between Jim’s too-cramped (shared with his brother) bedroom and Bones’s tiny garden shed. So while Spock’s basement was a bit musty, it was honestly ideal, really, because though it was dark and sometimes damp, they made it their own. They had a little cooler with snacks and drinks it, and they’d put down a rug, and they had a little table, and every time a new person joined them they all went down to the local flea market as a group and helped pick out a chair for them, and ever so slowly the basement became theirs.

After Spock joined, Nyota was close behind him. She was new to their school that year, and she wanted friends, so she sought them out. She knew Spock through T’Pring, of course, and though Spock’s relationship with T’Pring was more than a bit strained, still, Nyota didn’t seem to mind. She wanted “Something amusing to do outside of school,” she’d said, something to “fill the time” and “make an afternoon more enjoyable.” A statement to which Jim had (nearly) replied with a few lewd, though somewhat humorous comments - though he did instead opt to stay quiet. Somewhat due to Bones kicking him not-so-discreetly in the shin, telling him that “She won’t stay if you don’t play nice.”

And with Uhura came Rand, a new friend of hers, and with Rand came Chapel, a blonde girl Jim recognized from one of his science classes (he was taking a lot of those; it was one of the few things in school he actually enjoyed taking part in, and since he was on one of those advanced tracks, he was taking as many as possible) and it also drew a young Scottish kid, who was quickly nicknamed Scotty (because if you’re that goddam Scottish, James Tiberius Kirk is sure as hell going to give you some sort of nickname) and Scotty drew a kid named Hikaru, and Hikaru drew in the Russian exchange student, Pavel, and in some way or another, they managed to get together enough people to create a long-term campaign.

They named their ship the Enterprise, and decided on their mission: To explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life, and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before.

(That last bit used to be no man, but Nyota, Rand, and Chapel had all insisted that was at least a little bit sexist, and so they decided to change it to no one.)

The first time they’d all played a campaign on their own had resulted in some of the most fun Jim had in months. Spock DMed (of course) and they got to go down to a planet for shore leave and Scotty got with some prostitute (or planned to, at least) and then she was murdered and they all needed to work together to solve the mystery, and it turned out that the entity that had murdered the woman was actually Jack The Ripper (a reveal that had prompted many of them to ask Spock what exactly he was on when he wrote this) who was an immortal alien who basically ate fear.

“The crew of the Starship Enterprise is once more face to face with the hostile Klingons,” Spock said, hiding behind his notepad.

Jim grinned. “I walk past the Science Officer, our hands brushing as-”

“Oh shut up,” said Nyota, obviously suppressing a giggle. “You’ve tried to seduce him, what? Thirty times now?” She looked to Chekov. “How close am I?”

“Well, it’s a bit higher than the thirties,” he said. The bastard was reaching into his backpack for a notebook, no doubt to add another tally to some list he’d made for keeping score.

“I’m getting closer every time!” Jim said.

Spock raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Roll for charisma,” he sighed.

He did, tossing the die across the table. And, as was the usual, he rolled a two.

“Oh come on,” Jim groaned. “Can I try again?”

“Jim, we have discussed this before. You cannot spend the entire game attempting to seduce your Science Officer.”

“Now that we have gotten that over with,” Spock said, “I feel as though I must inform you that, due to a yet unknown technical malfunction, you now find yourself stranded in uncharted space, and, as I previously stated, surrounded by Klingon warbirds.”

After that, the game resumed as usual.

There was, of course, a miraculous victory from the crew of the Enterprise (with only a few casualties, mostly in the NPC department) and somehow Jim’s player character had ended up shirtless again, but they defeated the Klingons and saved the day. And then, soon enough, it was seven in the evening.

Time to leave.

Jim made his way over to the sofa, picking up his backpack where he’d dropped it earlier that evening. He slipped it over his shoulders before turning to his friends.

“Psst,” Jim said, careful to be quiet as he beckoned Nyota and Bones over to him. “Guys.”

Bones looked confused at first, but after a glance at Jim’s face, he knew exactly what was going on. “Oh no. No, nope, no way, not gonna happen.”

“Jim,” Nyota said, trying a different approach, “come on. Just wait a little longer if you’re nervous. I told you I could coach you if you wanted, and that offer still stands.”

“I don’t know… I just. Ugh. I have this gut feeling that I have to do it now.”

“Then just do it!” Bones said, voice getting gruffer with each passing moment. “You don’t need us with you to ask him out.”

“Well, it would be helpful?”

“Helpful,” Nyota deadpanned.

“Like… cheerleaders?”

"Cheerleaders?" Bones made a face.

“You’ve never actually asked someone out before have you.”

“Sure I have!”

Nyota and Bones gave each other a look.

“Please,” he hissed, voice still held at a whisper. No one could really explain why, but Spock had excellent hearing. He was just kind of like that. And Jim wasn’t willing to let him overhear this conversation. “You don't have to be right next to me, just nearby? In case something goes wrong. Or I catch on fire. Or Spock catches on fire…”

“I’ve got a date with T’Pring,” said Nyota. “I can’t help you with your love life right now, Jim.”

“Bones looked up. “Sorry Jimmy Boy. I’m busy too.”

“What? No excuse Bones? At least Nyota had something prepared.”

“Oh shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“You-”

“-are both acting like toddlers,” Nyota finished. “Come on Jim, get it together. Ask him out.”

“On what? A date? Does Spock even do dating?”

“You’ll never know until you get your shit together.”

With that, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and left, saying goodbye to them all on her way up the stairs.

Jim groaned.

“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Bones muttered.

“Bones…”

“Come on Jim, it’s not that hard. You just go over to him, tell him you like him. Ask him if he wants to go out with you.”

“And what do I do if he says no?”

“Say that it’s okay, you understand. Smile. Hold it together until you get somewhere you can cry safely.”

“Bones.”

“What? It’s solid advice.”

“Okay.” Jim took a deep breath. “What if he says yes?”

“You tell him that you’re really happy, and you like him a lot. I’d say give him a hug or something, but this is Spock we’re talking about, so avoid physical contact for now. And whatever you do, don’t say ‘cool’.”

“Don’t say cool?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t do it.”

“Mm-hm. That’s how you charmed Miriam?”

“Oh shut up.”

And then, as though following in Nyota’s footsteps (probably purposefully, the bastard), Bones grabbed his backpack and ran up the stairs. Leaving Jim alone with Spock in the basement.

“Fuck,” Jim muttered.

“I fail to see a reason for such language,” a cool voice said from behind him.

Jim almost jumped out of his skin.

He spun around, face-to-face with the boy himself.

"Hi Spock!" Said Jim, voice jumping an octave from nerves.

Cue signature eyebrow raise. "Jim."

Jim took a deep breath. "I was wondering..." he felt his hands drop to his pockets as he tried to get the words out. "Well, you see... I like you-"

"I should hope so. We spend a fair amount of time together, in school and outside of it."

"Spock-"

"I am messing with you, Jim."

Jim looked up.

Spock was smiling.

Jim looked up the stairs, eyes tracing the paths Nyota and Bones had taken, then looked back at the ground at his feet, then looked back at Spock. "Did you overhear-?"

"Your entire conversation?" Spock shrugged. "Perhaps."

"Do you want to-?"

"Yes."

"Oh... wow, I...."

"Jim?"

"Spock?"

"Do not say 'cool'."

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Here's tae us. Wha's like us? Damn few, and they're a'deid.

On July 27th 1882 the actor Donald Crisp was born in Aberfeldy, Scotland.

Well the truth is he was born in London, a fact that surprised everyone, the Oscar-winning actor and director enjoyed a career spanning more than 50 years and 400 movies. He was, for a long time, the most famous Scot in Hollywood. Renowned for his distinctive brogue he played a wealth of Scottish characters in popular movies such as The Bonnie Brier Bush, Mary of Scotland, Lassie Come Home, Greyfriars Bobby and many more.

He was clearly a world class actor but his greatest performance was off-screen. Crisp spoke with a soft Scottish burr and maintained throughout his life to have been born in Aberfeldy where he remembered that as a boy his family was so poor they couldn’t afford sugar.

Every so often the actor, who died in 1974, would return to his “homeland” on holiday and recount his days among the hills of Perthshire.

Such was his popularity the Scottish Film Council honoured Crisp and his reported birthplace with a commemorative plaque as part of the Centenary Of Film celebrations and that was when the truth was uncovered.

Librarian Lorna Mitchell began digging into his past and discovered that far from being a Highland laddie Crisp was actually a Cockney, having been born in Bow, East London on 27 July 1882, two years later than the date in most record books. And his real name was George.

It appears the Londoner with no known Scottish connections deliberately developed a Scottish accent to help his career in the hope that it would appeal to movie moguls.

Whatever the reason for his deception Crisp is not alone in elaborating his Scottish connections.

James Robertson Justice, a big man with a voice to match, was a familiar face in British cinema of the 1950s and 1960s, especially for his portrayal as the grumpy surgeon Sir Lancelot Spratt in seven Doctor In The House comedies.

For most of a career that spanned 30 years and 87 movies Justice claimed he was born underneath a whisky distillery on the Isle of Skye. Other versions of his birth claim he was born in Wigtown.

Although he often wore the Robertson tartan proudly it appears he had no legitimate claim to the moniker. He only added it as middle name when he was in his mid-30s because he thought it sounded more Scottish.

In reality Justice was born in Lee, South London, and was brought up in Bromley, Kent.

There is no doubt he was fond of the country. He loved hunting with falcons in the Highlands, was Rector of the University of Edinburgh for two terms, and he lived on and off in the country up until his death in 1975.

Then there’s David Niven, another Londoner, but at least he served in a Scottish army regiment, The Highland Light Infantry.

He also played Bonnie Prince Charlie, a favourite subject on my page, especially with all you Outlander fans!

Being Scottish is not just an old trendy thing either, more recently we had the late wrestler ‘Rowdy’ Roddy Piper.

The kilted wrestler was a major star on the wrestling circuit and was billed as coming from Glasgow. He used to enter the ring to bagpipe music and was given the nickname ‘Rowdy’ supposedly due to his trademark ‘Scottish rage’ .Credited as being “the most gifted entertainer in the history of professional wrestling” Piper was actually from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan in Canada, although he did have Scottish ancestry.

And it’s not just the stars that have a penchant to claim to be Scottish, enter Dr Scott Peake, at first glance he was Scottish through and through. Born on the island of Raasay, my own ancestral homeland, he had a soft lilting accent, spoke Gaelic, wore tartan trews and Harris Tweed jackets at every opportunity and even claimed to have represented his country internationally in the sports of shinty and cricket.

Having graduated from St Andrew’s University he was teaching classics at a leading private school when, in 2001, he was appointed director of the Saltire Society, promoting Scottish culture to the world.What should have been a crowning moment for any proud Scot turned out to be his downfall. Publicity surrounding his post revealed cracks in his story, not least the fact that nobody on the tiny island of Raasay had heard of him and neither had the governing bodies of shinty and cricket.It finally emerged that Peake was actually an ordinary lad from a council estate in Woolwich, east London. He had adopted his false background while studying at St Andrews in 1991, much to the bemusement of his English family.

Peake was forced to resign from the Saltire Society and was last heard of teaching Latin in a school in Hertfordshire. Even after being unmasked for his pretence ne continued to spin the lie that he was Scottish. When questioned he said "It's a health thing," the lilting Isles brogue still very much in evidence. "I can't talk about it because I'm mentally shot.”

Read more on this wannabe Scot here. https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/goodbye-mr-fake-teacher-forced-to-quit-bedales-after-exposure-as-a-serial-fantasist-69755.html

While it may be understandable that the idea of being Scottish could bring on delusions of grandeur some people take it too far. Sometime around 1988 the soft spoken Baron of Chirnside arrived in Tomintoul and began buying up large parts of the village.The Borders aristocrat who claimed his heart belonged in the Highlands was a blessing for the 320 or so inhabitants of the small settlement in the heart of whisky country.

He paid for the police pipe band to play at the Tomintoul Highland games, which he attended in full tartan dress, and he was always happy to give generously to local causes.Over six years it is estimated that ‘Lord’ Tony Williams sunk up to £2 million into the local economy, buying businesses and doing up properties. It is said his businesses employed around 40 people in the village which has a population of around 300.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t his money. The self-styled Laird of Tomintoul, who bought his Baronetcy at auction, turned out to be an accountant from New Malden in Surrey who had embezzled some £5 million from his employer the London Metropolitan Police rather appropriately at Scotland Yard!!!

He was caught only after staff at the Clydesdale Bank in Tomintoul became suspicious of cheques going into the account of Lord and Lady Williams and tipped off the police. He was later jailed for seven years and was last heard of driving a bus in London.

The full sorry story is here https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/double-life-of-laird-at-centre-of-pounds-4m-inquiry-accountant-with-metropolitan-police-adopted-1377515.html

But, perhaps the most famous of wannabe Scots has yet to be born.

The Annet House Museum in Linlithgow already has a blue plaque on its wall celebrating the town as the birthplace of Montgomery “Scotty” Scott, even though he is not due to enter this world until 2222.

Canadian actor James Doohan, who immortalised the character in the television series Star Trek, claimed to have come up with the Scottish accent of the Starship Enterprise’s chief engineer during a pub crawl in Aberdeen.

However, fans of the show have claimed scripts from the original series suggest Scotty was (or will be) born in Linlithgow on 28 June, 2222 – and that’s enough for the town which is already cashing in on the Trekkie tourist trail with a plaque to commemorate the occasion.

So beware, sometimes all is not what it seems, you never know I might also be a wannabe Scot living in middle England and fooling you all of my Scottish credentials! ;)

#Scotland #Scottish #Donal Crisp #James Robertson Justice #David Niven #Montgomery Scott #Star Trek #Walter Mitty

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Star Trek: Lower Decks Season 2 Episode 3 Easter Eggs & References

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This Star Trek: Lower Decks article contains spoilers for Season 2, Episode 3.

The third episode of Lower Decks Season 2 has, in its title, an Easter egg to the TNG episode “We’ll Always Have Paris.” It is not anyone’s favorite episode of The Next Generation, but it’s possible that “We’ll Always Have Tom Paris,” will be your favorite episode of Lower Decks. Well, that depends on how much you love Star Trek: Voyager and not having complicated questions answered, ever.

Genesis devices to Delta Quadrant madness, different kinds of Orions, and several Worf shout-outs, here’s every Easter egg and reference we caught in Lower Decks Season 2, Episode 3.

Boimler can’t use the replicator

Mariner mentions that the upgraded security on the Cerritos means is responsible for Boimler being locked out of the replicators. This vaguely references the DS9 episode “Inquisition” and the Voyager episode “Counterpoint,” when it’s made clear people who are confined to quarters (i.e. security risks) can’t use the replicator.

We doing sci-fi stuff today?

This is Mariner’s second use of the term “sci-fi” in Season 2 of Lower Decks. The terms “science fiction” and “sci-fi” are used sparingly in the Trek franchise. In Picard Season 1, Jean-Luc admitted that he “didn’t get” science fiction, after Jurati was looking at this copy of Isaac Asimov’s The Complete Robot. Interestingly enough, the term “sci-fi” was still in its infancy in the 1960s, and was often thought of as a pejorative term by more serious science fiction enthusiasts who preferred the term “SF.” To this day, “SF” tends to denote print science fiction (or speculative fiction) while sci-fi usually refers to filmed science fiction. “Sci-fi” itself is almost a double portmanteau insofar as it’s both an abbreviation of “science fiction” and reference to “hi-fi,” meaning “high fidelity.” Mariner’s use of “sci-fi” in Lower Decks could suggest the word has a slightly different implied meaning in the 24th century than it does in the 20th or 21st.

The return of Shaxs and all the ways you can come back to life in Star Trek

The biggest running joke of this episode is easily the notion that Shaxs has come back to life and there is little to no explanation as to how. However, Mariner and Boimler do list several in a later scene, including:

“A transporter buffer thing” (Scotty in TNG’s “Relics”)

“A restored Katra” (Spock in The Search for Spock, but also Surak in “The Forge,” from Enterprise)

“A Mirror Universe switcharoo” (Jennifer in DS9’s “Through the Looking Glass,” and perhaps, more prominently, Georgiou in Discovery, starting with “The Wolf Inside.”)

“The Borg rebuilt him” (Neelix is saved by Seven’s nanoprobes in VOY’s “Mortal Coil.”)

Future son from an alternate timeline (Jake saves his father, Ben Sisko, in DS9’s “The Visitor.”)

“Maybe he got Genesis deviced” (Spock in The Wrath of Khan, Search for Spock, et al.)

“Nexus/time ribbon — same thing” (Kirk, Picard, Soren and Guinan in Star Trek: Generations.)

“The Creator of Fair Haven and Captain Proton himself!”

Boimler mentions two holodeck programs written by Tom Paris, which were huge during the run of VOY. (Yeah, we’re calling it that now, it really does save time.) “Fair Haven,” was designated holoprogram “Paris042,” and appeared in the episodes “Fair Haven,” and “Spirit Folk.” The pulpy, black-and-white holoprogram appears in ten episodes of VOY, and is essentially a blend of Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers.

“Is he still a salamander?”

Boimler makes it clear that Tom Paris was only briefly turned into a salamander-like creature, because he was the first “first human to break the transwarp barrier.” This referenced the VOY episode “Threshold,” in which Janeway AND Paris become “salamanders.” It is generally considered to be the worst VOY episode of all time, and often, one of the worst Star Trek’s ever, too. But, true fans love it because of that fact. Also, this is the second time Lower Decks has referenced “Threshold.” In “Much Ado About Boimler,” Tendi and Boimler met one of those salamander-looking creatures on route to “the Farm.”

Qualor II

This references the exact same location from the TNG episodes “Unification I” and “Unification II.” It’s basically a big junk yard.

“This stuff always happens, even on VOY!”

This probably references the fact that Harry Kim was killed and replaced by his exact duplicate from another dimension in the VOY episode “Deadlock.”

Boimler sings the Voyager theme song

While walking down the corridor, Boimler is humming the Jerry Goldsmith-composed theme to Star Trek: Voyager. Previously, in Season 1, Boimler was humming the TNG theme in the episode “Temporal Eddict.” (Which is also composed by Jerry Goldsmith.)

Quark’s Bar

It appears by the time of Lower Decks Season 2 (roughly 2381) Quark seems to have a franchise of bars. On Qualor, we see a sign for “Quark’s Bar,” which seems to reference both Quark on DS9, but also the Quark’s Bar we saw on Freecloud in Picard’s “Stardust City Rag.”

Zebulon Sisters

In the same scene, we see a sign for the “Zebulon Sisters,” who are a musical group Boimler and Mariner went nuts for in the Lower Decks Season 1 episode, “Terminal Provocations.”

Like a Vulcan on Pon Farr

Tendi explains the Catian’s need to be “intimate once a year,” and compares it a “like a Vulcan on Pon Farr,” which of course, references the seven-year mating cycle for Vulcans, which originates in the TOS episode “Amok Time.”

Worf’s Mek’leth

Mariner says she once “ran over Worf’s Mek’leth” on Deep Space 9. This was the curved weapon Worf started using in DS9’s “The Way of the Warrior,” and prominently in First Contact.

Mariner’s long list of Starfleet postings

When Tendi asks Mariner what she was doing on DS9, she says, “I served there! Back before I was on the Quito.” This would put Mariner serving on DS9 sometime after 2372 (Worf arrives on DS9 in “The Way of the Warrior”), but before 2375 (Worf leaves DS9 in “What You Leave Behind.”) Either way, it’s between nine and six years before Lower Decks Season 2. Mariner also says that the Cerritos is “like my fifth” ship. This means that the dating of Mariner’s flashback scene on DS9 in the episode “Cupid’s Errant Arrow,” is even more confusing.

Bonestell and Starbase Earhart

Mariner knows a “fixer” at Bonestell, and when they arrive, we’re told this is “Starbase Earhart.” All of this references the TNG episode “Tapestry,” in which we learned a young Jean-Luc Picard hung out on this planet before “shipping out.” Bonetell is the bar and recreation area of Starbase Earhart. Tendi and Mariner playing dom-jot with the Nausicaans also references “Tapestry.”

“I’m not even that kind of Orion”

When Mariner suggests that Tendi use her pheromones, Tendi objects, saying “I’m not even that kind of Orion.” This references (mostly) the Enterprise episode “Bound,” in which we learn that the Orion “slave women,” are actually not slaves, but secretly manipulating all the males in their society through pheromones. The famous Orion pheromones originate in the TOS pilot episode “The Cage.” Tendi later mentions the “stigmas” around Orions, and that it was “hard to get into the academy.” Taken with the “not that kind of Orion ” reference, this could also reference the film Star Trek 2009, in which Uhura is roommates with an Orion, Gaila (Rachel Nichols) you didn’t appear to that kind of Orion, either.

“Not that kind of Orion,” may also reference the Animated Series episode “The Pirates of Orion,” in which everyone randomly pronounces it “ORE-E-AYN” (rather than “OH-RYE-AN”) for no clear reason.

Tom Paris

Robert Duncan McNeill reprises his role as Tom Paris, for the first time since the final episode of VOY, “Endgame.” Paris is rocking a post-First Contact style uniform, which is also something new, since the VOY crew were stuck in the old duds while in the Delta Quadrant.

The multiverse of Shaxs!

In Rutherford’s nightmare, there are a multitude of Shaxses, from across the multiverse of imagination. This scene is so densely packed with Easter eggs, it’s possible to miss several. Here’s what we caught.

Mirror Universe Shaxs says “I fought my way out of the multiverse.” He’s wearing the gold Terran Empire vest Kirk wore in TOS’ “Mirror, Mirror.”

Borg Shaxs

Tiny Dyson’s Sphere Shaxs (another reference to TNG’s “Relics.”)

Shaxs as Lincoln (another reference to TOS’ “The Savage Curtain,” which was just referenced last week!)

Shaxs in a TOS red uniform

Shaxs in an Enterprise–era engineering uniform. (Possibly a reference to Trip’s death in the ENT finale, “These Are the Voyages…”

Shaxs as Neelix? Is that what that spotted suit is, right?

“What was the deal with T’Pol’s hair —” (A half-heard line from Shaxs, clearly a reference to T’Pol’s shifting Vulcan haircut on Enterprise.)

“In the Nexus it’s ALWAYS Christmas” (Another reference to the time-bending energy ribbon, the Nexus in Generations. This references Picard’s weird fake-Christmas in the Nexus.)

“Tendi with no last name, like Odo!”

Mariner has no idea Tendi’s first name is “D’Vana,” and assumes she has just one name “like Odo,” in reference to everyone’s favorite shapeshifting constable from DS9, Odo. Tendi says her first name in the very first episode of Lower Decks, “Second Contact,” and we see her name signed on the screen in Mariner’s holodeck program in “Crisis Point.” But, it’s possible, it’s never been spoken out loud in a scene that Mariner has been in. This joke could reference the idea that Sulu and Uhura both did not have first names spoken on screen until much later in canon. In fact, in Star Trek 2009, it’s a running joke that Kirk does not know Uhura’s first name until Spock calls her Nyota.

Boimler references Scotty?

While crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Boimler says “Nobody knows the Cerritos like Bradward Boimler!” And then he gets smacked in the head by a closing hatch. This probably references Scotty in The Final Frontier, when he says “I know this ship like the back of my hand,” and then runs into a bulkhead and passes out.

“Baby Bear”

Shaxs refers to Rutherford as “Baby Bear.” This references the Season 1 episode “Envoys,” in which Rutherford had briefly considered a job in security. At that point, all the security officers called themselves, “bears” and Rutherford “Baby Bear.” When Shaxs saved Rutherford in “No Small Parts,” he bellowed, “I’ve got you Baby Bear!”

A Kazon!

The Kazon were the primary villains in VOY’s first few seasons, and yes, did kind of look like that. Nobody misses them.

Computer, Ramming Speed!

When Mariner puts the shuttle on a collision course with the Cerritos, she says “ramming speed!” This feels like a reference to Worf in First Contact. Hell, maybe Mariner was on the Defiant in First Contact? It’s possible! (If she served on DS9, she could have EASILY served on the Defiant)

Did you get your bowl signed by Chakotay or whatever

Mariner teases Boimler at the end of the episode, intentionally pretending like she doesn’t know the difference between Chakotay and Tom Paris. Interestingly enough, both Tom Paris and Chakotay had criminal records before getting stranded in the Delta Quadrant. Seems like they’re doing fine upon the return of VOY to the Alpha Quadrant.

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And, if this episode is any indication, it feels like the references to VOY are just getting started on this show. Lower Decks Season 2 airs new episodes on Thursdays on Paramount +.

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Personal Touches (Montgomery "Scotty" Scott x Reader)

Summary: Sometimes there isn’t time to show Scotty how much you love them so you have to make do with such limitations.

AN: AKA. The six times you and Scotty didn’t have long to show affection and the one time you did. I debated whether or not to make this a preference but Scotty deserves more love as does Simon Pegg. So here’s a bunch of blurbs with soft!Scotty.

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It was never a rush in the morning but it wasn’t a slow-paced environment either. You were always up second so the effects of sleep were still heavy, hence why you couldn’t focus too much on showing affection when you were meant to be getting ready. Scotty’s role on the Enterprise meant he always had longer hours. So by the time you had finished your breakfast, he was all ready to get out the door. But he saved himself a little time.

You sloped over to the bathroom, passing Scotty as he brushed his teeth. His mouth broke out in a foamy grin as he tucked his toothbrush into his cheek to chirp a good morning. Evidently he’d already had breakfast. You grunted one back, no hard feelings but you weren’t the best morning person. Once you were invigorated by a quick shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself and began to towel your hair dry.

Undeterred by your state of undress, Scotty lifted your chin with his forefinger and pecked your cheek before leaving your shared room. You blamed his schedule for the lack of cuddles and long goodbyes. You also blamed your morning breath.

Taking the opportunity, you rerouted your path so you could go through engineering. It was always a gamble to get the chance to see Scotty since, y’know, engineering was massive but you happened to know that today he was in one particular part of the ship, fixing a buggery caused by one of the new recruits. Being the big teddy bear that he was, he offered to demonstrate and teach them how to fix their mistake. It wasn’t influential to the Enterprise’s continued journey but it was always good to learn on the job.

You saw him kneeling in front of the panel beside another red shirt. Knowing that he could distinguish your blue shirt amidst the sea of reds, you leant over the chief engineer’s head to see what he was doing. Head-torch across his furrowed brow, Scotty continued his work. He never passed the opportunity to show off in front of you, but he didn’t know that you knew that.

You squeezed both his shoulders before carrying on with your journey, the heat transfer from your palms sliding into Scotty’s cheeks as he carried on with his work. The red shirt didn’t comment, merely observing the placated effect on the chief engineer.

You had to work overtime, not able to get lunch until you’d completed your work. Sadly that meant one of your few breaks with Scotty would not be taking place today. You messaged him quickly on your PADD – about half an hour in advance to your breaks’ overlap – and went back to your work. The hope that you would finish up early to catch Scotty at the end was futile considering the workload.

Finally, you finished your work up and set up for the next controlled experiment ready for your return. Then you could finalise what materials you needed to recover from your upcoming mission. But now was the time for food. You didn’t expect many people to be eating so late. Nor did you expect Scotty to appear, holding a tray laden with food.

“Monty, I thought I missed you.”

“Oh, I know you had to work longer. So I got your food ready for when you came,” He held out the tray, “I have to go now though.”

You gratefully took, your fingers brushed against his as you did so. Making sure you had a steady grip on the tray, he touched the backs of your hands before zipping back off to his job. You saw that he’d got your favourite together and that it was still steaming.

Scotty was looking down at his PADD. Dr. McCoy had alerted him that one of the bio-beds had malfunctioned and wasn’t picking up the heartbeat of a patient. This led to a scare and three nurses and doctors to rush to the bed with defibrillators and prepped for mouth to mouth resuscitation. With his tool belt slouching on his hips, he was tapping a reply to inform the CMO that he was on his way

You were busy talking to a fellow blue shirt Rena about your upcoming mission. The plan was for both of you to go down and collect the samples firsthand from the planet’s surface. It would only be an hour down there but out of habit you planned everything down to the finest detail. There were twenty samples they had to collect

It was even apparent that you two had noticed each other. But without shifting your gaze from your co-worker, you passed Scotty in the corridor and high-fived him. On the return of your hand back to your side, you slapped his arse. Rena seemed a little surprised at your lack of professionalism but you merely shrugged as if your hand was filled with iron filings, Scotty’s arse was a magnet and you couldn’t help the attraction. One of the three excuses was true.

Throwing a smile over your shoulder, you saw Scotty doing the same to you, though his cheeks were noticeably matching his shirt once again.

You were being sent down to gather your samples firsthand. Already in your suit, since the planet’s atmosphere was very thin, you were waiting outside of the shuttle for the pilot of the shuttle to appear. Instead, you got your boyfriend appearing around the loading bay and narrowly missing a crate to trip over.

“Hey, just wanted to catch you before you left,” He straightened out his uniform.

“I’ll be back in time for dinner. Don’t miss me too much,” You teased but in reality you couldn’t be happier that Scotty was clingy as anything and unabashed with his displays of affection.

“Oh, I’m gonna miss you regardless. And I know you’re gonna miss me,” He pressed his forehead against your visor. You leant forward too, your forehead blocked by the glass.

"Of course I'm gonna miss you."

Feeling his hands on our waist through the thick suit, you smiled up at him and ignored your team’s gaze watching your intimate farewell.

“Good luck,” He whispered, squeezing your hips through the suit before releasing you to get your mission kick-started.

“Evening,” Scotty appeared in the doorway, stripping off his red shirt and the long-sleeved black layer underneath in one fell swoop. Upon your arrival, he’d been rushed off for an engineering emergency and this was the first time you'd seen him since your melodramatic farewell. It was now half eleven.

“Hey, Monty,” You rolled over from the middle of the bed to his side as he sat down to remove his shoes. Sliding up behind him, you wrapped your arm around his midsection and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Scotty brushed his hand across your arms before breaking the embrace to stand and take off his work trousers, “The mission went well then?”

“Yeah, got all the samples stabilising in the lab. We’re gonna do the experiments in two days, see how they adapt. How was your day?”

“Pretty standard,” He sniffed, gesturing for you to budge over, “I missed you.”

You flopped onto your back to give him his side of the bed back, “I missed you too.”

Scotty bundled up in the blankets next to you. He rubbed his nose against yours, snubbing his upwards deliberately to make you laugh before calling for the lights to dim into blackness and pressing his face into your shoulder. It didn’t take long for sleep to take its hold on you both.

For once, you weren’t woken up by the buzzing of an alarm clock. It was your first day off in a while – although Scotty as commanding officer was technically on standby in case anything happened. You felt Scotty’s breathing tickling your neck. Somehow he always wormed his way into a koala-style hug. You didn’t mind; it gave you the optimum hair playing position and his sturdy yet soft body was completely cuddle into you.

To your displeasure, the intrusive bleeping of a communicator drew yourself and Scotty out of the embrace. Scotty reached over for the disruption and held it before his mouth.

“Yeah?” He grunted, falling onto his back and pinching the bridge of his nose. You eased it away and pushed back his mussed up hair.

“Scotty?”

“Oh, it’s Captain Handsome,” He said as you stroked past his receding hairline and tugged to soothe the sarcasm. Jim’s voice anchored Scotty in professionalism instead of letting him drift into the comfort of your touch.

“There’s an issue with one of the panels on the bridge, we need you to come sort it out please.”

“Alright, Jim. I’m coming.” Scotty tossed the communicator back onto the bedside cabinet and extricated himself from you.

“Is it too much to ask to just have a lie-in then lazily make out with my boyfriend for half my day off?” You complained to the ceiling.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy,” Scotty promised as you stretched out your hand to him atop the duvet. Taking your hand in his, Scotty pressed his lips against your knuckles and held you there for as many seconds as he could spare. As he pulled away, you reached your fingers back to his hair, palm against his cheek.

“You better. I miss you like you wouldn’t believe when you’re gone, Monty.”

The tinny tiny disturbance returned, “Scotty? You there? You didn’t hang up.” Dropping from his face, you grabbed the communicator and held it out to Scotty.

“On my way, Captain,” He nodded at you whilst trying to tug on his undershirt.

“Never mind, we got someone else,” Jim cut him off, “Enjoy your day off… Monty.”

Scotty clacked the communicator shut in bewilderment, “Never before have I been happy I left my comm. on.” Stripping off his clothes back down to his underwear, he dove back into bed, both of you giggling like children when he nestled his body back against yours. Cupping the back of your head, he gave you an Eskimo kiss. He closed his eyes contentedly as you snuggled closer, wrapping your arms around his torso and tangling your legs with his, seizing every opportunity for the familiarity of skin-on-skin contact.

Yes, Scotty loved the Enterprise with all his heart, but he loved you a little bit more. A whole day dedicated to time with you was worth thousands with the Enterprise.

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goingknowherewastaken · 7 years

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AOS Star Trek Hogwarts and Ilvermorny Sorting

I started this a while ago, but a post earlier by @mccoymostly had me returning back to this to finish it :)

Because Star Trek is my love and Harry Potter is in my blood, I had to do a sorting. Since we now have Ilvermorny to work with as well (although, not a lot of detail for it :p), I gotta include that one, too! Everyone is pretty well-versed on the Hogwarts houses by this point, but I’m gonna do a quick run-down on the Ilvermorny ones first below the cut.

Each sorting is divided by the character :)

Again, there is next to nothing in terms of background on the Ilvermorny houses. To get a better idea of them, I read through the various posts Rowling made on Pottermore several times, making notes and filling in the blanks. These are my thoughts on the houses :)

Horned Serpent

Creature : With a glittering jewel set into it's forehead, the horned serpent dwells in a river near the school and, like other snakes and serpents, it is cunning and smart.

: Representing the mind of the witch or wizard, this Ilvermorny house favors the scholar. Those belonging to this house will throw themselves into their studies, collecting book after book and leaving their private desks littered with dozens of pages of messily-written notes. Though as studious as they are, Horned Serpents won't confine themselves to their book all the time. Spending a few hours out in the woods, preferably near water, does wonders for them. But do not underestimate them; they may be scholars, but their animal is the Horned Serpent for a reason.

Wampus

Creature : The wampus is a six-legged, panther-like beast that prowls through the woods of North America. They are fast, strong, and nearly impossible to kill. Do not approach. : Believed to represent the body of a witch or wizard, this house of Ilvermorny favors the warrior. Like the magical beast, these witches and wizards are fierce and not afraid to back down from a fight, whether it be physical or verbal. Their natural skills at debating and arguing makes them likely to thrive in all aspects of public protection - whether it be as a lawyer or an officer of the law. It's wise to not challenge them for if you do, you will lose. As intimidating as they are, wampuses are incredibly protective of the people, things, and places that they hold dear.

Pukwudgie

Creature : A creature native to North America, the Pukwudgie is a distant relative to the European Goblins. Physically, they are short, grey-faced, and have large ears. Temperament wise, they are far from fond of humans, incredible tricky, and very independent. Pukwudgies are known to enjoy playing tricks on humans and hunt with a bow and poisonous arrows.

: This Ilvermorny house represents the heart of a witch or wizard and favors healers. These students, like the Pukwudgie, can be stubborn and value their privacy, but they are loyal to a fault. You will never have a broken promise with these witches and wizards. They are more apt to helping others than they are to ask for help, preferring to immerse themselves in the natural world around them in hopes finding the solution to their problem. With that said, a word of caution to outsiders who wish to associate with them - You will not be excluded from their list as possible prank targets.

Thunderbird

Creature : With each beat of it's massive wings, the legendary thunderbird can create swirling storms of thunder and lightning as it flies through the North American skies. : Representing the soul of a witch or wizard, the Thunderbird house favors the adventurers. These students are smart and accomplished, but you won't see them settled on one thing for too long. They live by the motto, "Know a little bit about a lot". Thunderbirds are like Wikipedia personified. Like weather, they are temperamental and unpredictable. They ache to travel and explore places unknown to them and others, picking up information as they go.

☼ Another thing to remember about Ilvermorny - New students aren’t always give just one house. While Hogwarts consists of a telepathic hat placed on the students head that announces their house to the school, Ilvermorny has carvings. The entire school is brought into the round entrance hall; the older students clustered on the balcony while the new students stand along the wall on ground level. One by one the new students are called to stand in the middle of the room on the school crest. From there, one or more of the four carvings (the creatures of each house) will signify their interest in the student. If only one does, then that student has to go to that house. But if more than one does, then that student is free to decide where they wish to go.

Now onto the sortings!!

Jaylah

Hogwarts : Gryffindor

Ilvermorny : Wampus

I figured that Jaylah was a Wampus and a Gryffindor. We don't really know how long she's been on Altamid, but it's quite clear that she's a strong survivor and warrior - filled with fire and courage. And she won't just fight for herself, she fights for others too. She's also brilliant, as proven by her traps and engineering skills, and caring and loyal. She is a perfect, deadly storm.

Seriously, I believe that the Wampus carving would try to claim her and, even if other houses showed interest, she would pick that house.

And the Sorting Hat??? Oh yeah it’d put her in Gryffindor.

Scotty

Hogwarts : Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny : Horned Serpent

He's smart – a genius – and there's no doubt that he's one the best minds in Starfleet's Engineering division. If he wasn't he wouldn't be the Chief Engineer on the Enterprise. He's also loyal and he's shown us time and time again that he won't back down from a challenge – whether it be physical or mental. Sure, he'll follow orders, and do so grudgingly if he doesn't believe in them, but he will take a stand (no matter the consequences) if he feels he must. Scotty cares about others and can be a fighter when he needs to be, but his mind still shines brighter.

I believe that Horned Serpent would definitely want to claim him and, regardless if other houses do, he would gravitate towards that house to feed his tinkering nature.

And he would not be a hatstall at Hogwarts, that’s for sure. Ravenclaw all the way!

Sulu

Hogwarts : Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny : Wampus

Sulu is another one I sorted into Wampus. Going over the past three films, he's always wasted no time in stepping up into a protective, warrior mode when it comes into his direction. In the first one we see him volunteering to a space-dive onto a tiny drilling platform where he fights Romulans with his fold-able sword. Like, does he always have that on him or did he swing by his room and grab it? I'm going with former. Then in the second film, we see him step up into the Captain's role for a brief moment – threatening Khan without a single tremor of fear. And the third one, where we are given more of a look into the other members of the crew, we see him grab any fear that appears in his body by the balls and does not let that get in the way of keeping everyone safe.

It also fits in with Hufflepuffs. People often think that the Puffs are these kind and gentle souls and that’s it. Uh-uh. No way. We are motherfucking mother bears and honey badgers. Yeah, kind and gentle is the preferred way to go, but if you mess with a Hufflepuff or someone they care about? You are not exempt from their retaliation. Puffs don’t take any shit. Hufflepuffs are not cast-offs that other houses don’t want. They are the people who embody all of the house traits, but they don’t define themselves as having just one important trait.

Hikaru Sulu is a motherfucking mother bear.

So yeah, Sulu would go for Wampus and the Sorting hat would have no issue placing him in Hufflepuff.

Chekov

Hogwarts : Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny : Horned Serpent

At first, I thought Pavel was a toughie (in terms of Ilvermorny), but - thinking it over - he’s really easy. He belongs in Horned Serpent and Ravenclaw. Like the others, he has aspects of the other houses, but I just couldn't ignore his brilliant mind - one that we see showcased throughout the films.

Horned Serpent would easily be where Chekov would go and Ravenclaw is the Sorting Hats pick.

Uhura

Hogwarts : Slytherin

Ilvermorny : Wampus

Nyota is quick and intelligent, but all higher powers help any poor sod who crosses her or anyone she cares about. The first thing you'll get a verbal lashing tough enough to leave scars; she's demonstrated that plenty of times in the movies. And she's more than proven that she can resort to physical defense. We see her step up to that both in ST:ID and STB. Not to mention she is determined and manipulative as fuck. Point in case - that scene were she had Spock changing her assignment in what? 30 seconds?

Horned Serpent and Ravenclaw would be a temptation, but I believe Wampus and Slytherin would be where she’d really fit in.

Spock

Hogwarts : Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny : Horned Serpent

Do I really need to go in depth on why Spock belongs in Horned Serpent and Ravenclaw????

His mind has always been his most valuable trait. With his interactions with his family, friends, and fellow crew members, we've come to know that he does have other important traits (he does care, he is loyal), but his mind is still his defining quality.

Horned Serpent and Ravenclaw would be the logical houses for him.

Bones

Hogwarts : Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny : Pukwudgie

Oh, my Adorable Space Curmudgeon. So, this was a very very obvious choice for me. The heart of the wizard??? Favors the healer??? Hello, Leonard McCoy! He's the heart of the crew and a the best doctor in the 'Fleet!

Gah! He's like the textbook description of this house!!

But, if I have to get more descriptive...

He's grumpy. Everyone knows that. There's not a fanfiction in this world that doesn't call him grumpy at least once. He’s stubborn and gruff with others, but he's just a giant teddy bear. And so so loyal! He hates space with a passion and yet he followed his exuberant best friend *coughcoughboyfriendcoughcough* into space! Not to mention caring. Look at how many times he’s put his own safety to the side to check over his patients and fellow crew members.

For my Hufflepuff argument, please see the part with Sulu ‘cause that also applies here.

Bones is another motherfucking mother bear.

Pukwudgie would definitely claim him and the Sorting Hat would declare Bones a Hufflepuff.

Jim

Hogwarts : Slytherin

Ilvermorny : Thunderbird

Jim was a toss up between Thunderbird and Wampus. Honestly, he could go in either, but Thunderbird spoke more to me for him. Jim is the Soul of the Enterprise. He has this unquenchable thirst for adventure and exploring that’s pretty infectious to the rest of the crew - he’s a thrill seeker. And he’s smart - a flat out genius! But, he’s not knowledgeable on just one thing. He’s knows a little bit about a lot of things. We’ve seen that he can be temperamental and we know he has a tendency to be unpredictable.

Yes, he’s brave and courageous and intelligent, but he’s also incredibly determined and down-right devious. Gryffindors have more of an ‘Act first, Think About the Actions Later’ vibe, but he has a plan. A sometimes half-assed, sketchy plan, but a plan none-the-less.

He and Nyota would be the rulers of the Slytherin house.

If he was at Ilvermorny, I have no doubt that Horned Serpent, Wampus, and Thunderbird would try to claim him. I think his need to go go go will draw him towards Thunderbird.

And while Gryffindor is a tempting option, Slytherin is were Jim would flourish.

And to finish I would like to mention again, these are my views on the possible sortings. I 100% think that some of these characters can in fact be in different houses and I keep an open mind with them as a result :)

#so there it is #hogwarts #ilvermorny #star trek #enterprise crew #house sortings #hopefully everything makes sense #don't hate me if one doesn't match up with what you think

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kingbrunnhilde · 7 years

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A Massive Spones Rec List

The Spones fandom is made up of some of the most talented people but is tiny and in need of more content. Due to this fact, there are significantly less Spones fics so I searched extra hard to compile a good, lengthy list of fics.. and somehow managed to find way more fics than I did for my Mckirk one?? Why am I such trash, help I need a life.

(Listed alphabetically: ** = favourite)

Addressed to the Damn Doctor by ElloPoppet | 2.5k, T

Spock writes McCoy a letter of confession, despite not quite knowing how to write a love letter. (A super sweet insight into Spock’s mind, especially on his thoughts on the Enterprise’s resident doctor.)

Best Medicine for the Worst Patient by gammadolphin | 8.5k, T

It’s a special kind of hell, becoming obsessed with the laughter of a man who barely even smiles unless he’s high or dying of blood loss. Leonard doesn’t handle it particularly well. (A hilariously frustrating fic in which Bones becomes a little too obsessed with trying to hear Spock laugh just once more.)

Blues March by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 7k, T

Leonard McCoy sees his friends bleed. He loves the blood when it is inside them, flushing their cheeks and warming their skin. When it colors his hands on the operating table, he can think of little but the time he has with them, and a minute is too long to waste. He’s not going to let Spock get away that easily. (Gruesome and sad yet somehow really sweet.)

The Body by therev | 13k, T

McCoy’s consciousness is transferred into an android body after a fatal accident. Spock helps him remember the man he used to be. (Wow a really creative and fascinating fic that could have gone totally wrong if it hadn’t been written by such a talented author.)

Body Temperature by MaidenofIron157 | 4.5k, G

Average Vulcan body temperature is approximately 8.6 degrees lower than humans’. It is only logical that Spock would eventually become cold within his lover’s quarters. The doctor comes up with a solution. (The blanket cocoon, the clothes sharing, Spock being in love with Leonard’s scent.. asdfghjkl too adorable to handle.)

Compassion Is a Virtue (But I Don’t Have the Time) by therev | 5k, E

McCoy and Spock switch bodies. Things get out of hand. (I love the way the author addresses the difference between human and Vulcan physiology. And you know, there’s also some sexy times too if you’re into that sort of thing.)

Do Vulcans Dream of Electric Doctors? by Neigedens | 4k, T

“It’s probably not even your fault, Spock,” he muttered. “I was probably destined to go mad in space some day anyway. You probably just made the process a lot more efficient. How typical.” Dr. McCoy has got Vulcan on the brain. Set during “The Search for Spock.” (The usual Spones banter but whilst sharing the same brain. Bonus: dream sharing.)

The Edge of Never by therev | 17k, T

Alternate ending to “City On The Edge of Forever”. Edith Keeler didn’t die. Jim couldn’t let her. The triumvirate are trapped in the past with an altered future. Jim must correct his mistake while Spock and Bones get domestic. Set in 1930s New York and rural Georgia. Mostly pining of the space doctor variety. (I didn’t know I needed domestic 30s Spones until I read this omg. And don’t let the 'slow build’ turn you off because it’s so worth it.)

Everything About You by sleepymccoy | 2.5k, G

A minor transporter accident has Bones and Scotty squabbling about safety while Spock watches. Spock gets lost in his own thoughts, thinking about his relationship with Bones. (‘Vulcans don’t get distracted,’ you say? Well you’re wrong because they can and the results can be incredibly adorable.)

Familiar by starstrung | 3.5k, T

The Romulans really need to stop shooting at their artificial gravity systems. (Almost like four ficlets in one if you will. All super heartwarming and nicely come together at the end. So well written!)

** Feigned Intimacy by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 4k, T

Jim was playing matchmaker again and McCoy was not happy about it. The fact that he had to spend the rest of the evening clinging to Spock like a damsel in distress was bad enough, but teaching him how to act like they were together? It’d be easier to cure Denobulan malaria. (Fake dating fics are hard to get right but this one is by far the best I’ve ever read. It’s so soft and sweet and fits TOS really well.)

Five Times Spock Was Interrupted While Trying to Confess His Love for McCoy and One Time He Wasn’t by therev | 3.5k, T

To be fair, he could have tried a lot harder, or spoken a bit faster. (One of the greatest 5+1 fics. And bonus points for that summary lol.)

Fragment by babel | 2.5k, T

McCoy deals with the aftermath of his mind meld with Spock in the mirror universe. (Post TOS ep “Mirror, Mirror”. Haunting but beautifully so.)

Insight by JiM | 4k, T

McCoy is the one who’s blind, but Spock has been slow to see. (Just. Excellent.)

** In Sickness… by mymetalphantom | 6k, G

Spock gets ill and not only does he have to deal with the illness, he also has to contend with his troublesome Human side. (Omg soft & sick Spock with a concerned Bones is just too cute I can’t deal. Also, the writing is incredible.)

In Vino Veritas by black_tea | 3k T

Bones over indulges at Jim’s party and ends up losing his impulse control thus forcing him to face the truth of the situation between himself and his Vulcan shipmate. (Post-Beyond fics are the absolute best and this one hits all the right spots. AND there’s an great sequel in which Spones goes swimming. Niceee.)

Last to Know by Dizzydodo | 19k, T

When Leonard is fatally injured, Spock attempts to save him with a bond. Unfortunately, Leonard mistakes this for an act of duty, and all Spock’s hints to the contrary go unnoticed. (The way the author wrote the bond as well as these two’s relationship was excellent.)

Long Last Night by Vera_DragonMuse | 23k, M

The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again. -Norman Mailer Two years after a terrible virus wipes out most of the world’s population, McCoy tries to keep mind and body together. Modern Post-Apocalypse AU. (I’m not a huge fan of post-apocalyptic stories but ohh boy I was completely sold on this one. Extremely well written and great characterization. Highly recommended!)

Nothing But Halves by therev | 11k, T

McCoy wishes he could talk to Spock’s human half. After a transporter malfunction, he can. (One Spock, two Spock.. Great fic that delves into Bones discovering Spock’s struggles with his human and Vulcan halves and how they’re not as different as they may seem.)

One Little Mistletoe Kiss by tprillahfiction | 1.5k, T

Spock and McCoy eat Christmas cookies and kiss under the mistletoe, Spock/McCoy style which means bickering and McCoy complaining and swearing. (SO HEARTWARMING. TOO MUCH FLUFF LET ME LIVE.)

Our Doubts Make Us Traitors by LogicalBookThief | 5k, T

Dealing with what did and didn’t occur on Altamid leaves McCoy incapable of sleeping. Paying his most recent patient a visit seems to be the only cure. (What can I say? I just really love post-Beyond fics.)

Perfectly Logical by Zauzat | 4k, T

Kirk has had enough of Spock and McCoy’s public squabbles. He orders them to sort it out. He just doesn’t anticipate the solution they come up with. (Love the way the author handled both mind melds and the boys’ relationship. A+)

The Placebo Effect by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 3k, T

Alright, maybe he should listen to Spock more often. Maybe he should not drink everything that gets put in front of him. In his defense, it was purple and sparkly no human with a decent sense of curiosity could resist at least a sip. He didn’t expect it to give him a sixth sense, though. (A really original and creative fic that’s also hilariously well written. Loved it.)

** Satisfactory by Damalur | 5.5k, G

Advancing in a relationship with Leonard McCoy only seems logical, particularly after Spock hears that the good doctor carried his katra in another life. (My first and possibly favourite Spones fic. Well characterized, hilarious, and sweet.)

something borrowed, something new by kojafras | 1k, NR (I’d say G)

Spock gives Leonard a tracking device. Leonard is less than thrilled. (A hilariously adorable post-Beyond fic that captures their relationship perfectly.)

Somewhere Only We Know by sullacat | 14k, M

Spock and McCoy find themselves thrust into a new world and a new life. Can they work together to find their way home - or is being lost the best thing that ever happened to them? Reboot of Star Trek: The Next Generation episode 'The Inner Light’. (Wow such an amazing AU. I love how both Spock and Bones are written and how they slowly fall in love. Gahhh my heart.)

Surgeon’s Mate by belmanoir | 4.5k, T

Spock likes McCoy. McCoy won’t take a hint. (The ultimate TOS fic.)

** volatile; handle with caution by starstrung | 8.5k, T

Spock moves in with McCoy in his lab and they have to learn to share the same space. (One of my absolute faves. Their voices are written perfectly and the plot is simple, but very very effective.)

Recommended authors:

all writers of the fics listed above of course

especially starstrung and therev, a couple of each of their fics are on this list but they have many other superb Spones fics

IntuitivelyFortuitous has an amazing Spones Oneshots series. I reced 3/5 of the fics in the series (so far?), but I highly recommend the other 2 as well

Think I missed any fics? Have a rec for me? Send in an ask! (Seriously, I love receiving asks, please feel free to send away)

A Massive Mckirk Rec List // A Massive Spirk Rec List to come soon(ish)

#massive spones rec list #spones #star trek #fic rec #rec list #spones fic #ao3 #spones rec list #spones fic rec #star trek rec list #star trek fic rec #leonard mccoy #spock #bones #treksource #ff #fanfic #mine

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On the Futility of Revenge

Title: On the Futility of Revenge Rating: Explicit Pairing: Leonard McCoy/reader Word Count: 5901 Warnings: There’s a very brief daddy kink. Two sentences, that’s it. Bondage, sex toys, kidnapping, torture, chases, escapes, revenge, true love, miracles! (nobody’s going to get that, it’s too obscure) Seriously, though, just competitiveness and lots of sex. Tags: @sebbytrash @vintagevalentinexx @mrswhozeewhatsis @mysupernaturalfics @outside-the-government @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @imoutofmyvulcanmind @starshiphufflebadger @wonders-of-the-enterprise @yourtropegirl @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Summary: Leonard and Jim get competitive. The reader places a bet. Leonard gets revenge for the bet, and later regrets it. Author’s Note: It’s not specifically mentioned, but Leonard and the reader DO have a safe word. Also, this started as a prompt by @trekken81 and kinda morphed in a different direction. Beta’d by @medicatemedrmccoy and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing . Look for the cameo by @vintagevalentinexx @splendidcas this makes me think of that conversation we had about orgasm denial.

Laser tag, oddly, was one of those activities that had just endured over time. You weren’t really sure why. You were even less sure how your Captain, James Kirk, had convinced Starfleet to let the crew of the Enterprise play laser tag as a training exercise. Probably something about teamwork and combat readiness.

For most of today, they’d split into two teams. Naturally not everyone played at once; the arena wasn’t big enough for that. This was mostly the command crew. One team consisted of Jim, Spock, Uhura, and Chekov. The other was Leonard McCoy, Scotty and Keenser, and Sulu. You were sitting this round out; you’d gotten your fill before, and the competitive spirit was running so high, you thought it best to stay out. Besides, it was funny to watch your gruff and cynical boyfriend, Leonard McCoy, get invested in the game. You watched his argument with Jim Kirk with bemusement from your perch in the waiting area, just near the screens that let you watch any ongoing match.

“Well, this ought to be good.” Rachel, a friend from engineering, said as she plopped down next to you.

“Don’t you think they’re taking this a little too seriously?” You asked, amused, as you gestured towards the ongoing shit-talking.

“Nah.” Rachel replied. “They’re just goofing around. Just their way of blowing off steam.”

“If you say so.” You replied with a smile and a shrug.

“Our guys are gonna kick Jim’s ass.” Rachel spoke again after a few moments, both of you watching the teams gear up and get ready to go into the arena.

“You kiss Scotty for luck?” You asked her, slightly teasingly. She’d been dating the engineer for a few months now.

Rachel just smirked at you in reply. “And put a nice bet down on his team. Oh, hey! Do you want in? Put some money down on our boys? We’ve got good odds!”

“Well,” you hesitated. Honestly, with Scotty, Rachel was right. There were good odds. “I don’t know. Jim and Spock are a pretty unstoppable duo.” You told her, mostly serious.

“Dude.” Rachel replied, her eyes widening a little. “Do it. Bet against them.”

“Seriously?” You asked with a laugh. “You’re not mad I’m thinking about betting against Scotty?”

“You’re not betting against Scotty.” Rachel informed you seriously. “You’re betting against Leonard. Do it. Put some money down.”

“I’m not betting against anyone!” You tried to protest, but couldn’t help but smile at the idiocy of the conversation. “It’s just… Jim’s wiley.”

“Exactly!” Rachel agreed. “You’re just showing your support for our Captain, backed up by I don’t know HOW many missions of him always winning. So how much are you betting?”

“Ugh.” You rubbed your forehead with a hand. Backed into a corner. You spent a moment or two haranguing with Rachel over how much you were betting, before the buzzer sounded and you were committed.

“I am going to regret this.” You muttered quietly.

“Nah. No matter what, it’ll lead to great sex. You’re set.” Rachel corrected you matter-of-factly.

“Do not tell Leonard I bet against him.” You warned Rachel, the smile on your face belying the slight tension in your voice.

“There’s no way you can keep it from him. Don’t even try; you’ll just make it worse.” Rachel giggled at you.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“I mean, I still won’t say anything.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You both watched the match unfold over the screens, as did the majority of the Enterprise crew in the lobby. Both sides put up a valiant fight, but in the end…

Jim won.

You sunk down in your seat as half the lobby cheered.

“I’m so going to regret this.” You muttered.

“Yep!” Rachel replied cheerfully.

“I hate you.”

“Aww, I love you too.”

Rachel lept out of her chair as soon as they started filing out, going right to her boyfriend for some mutual consolation. You followed, a little slower, looking for your defeated boyfriend.

He found you first; you were wading through the crowd when an arm snuck around your waist, pulling you backwards until you hit a warm, hard chest. You craned your head around, a familiar rueful grin making you relax into him.

“Lee! I’m sorry, baby.” You smiled at him, trying to sound consoling.

“He’s going to be smug about this forever.” Leonard replied, the annoyance in his voice belied by the grin he couldn’t seem to wipe.

“Y/n!” Rachel’s voice interrupted you, and she pressed a chip into your hands. “Here’s your winnings.” She flashed you a grin before disappearing into the crowd. You glared after her, trying not to look at you boyfriend as though that would delay what was coming.

“Y/n…” Leonard’s voice was low and dangerous. Playful, but he wasn’t happy. “Why did you win money?”

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” You asked, turning back to look at him, smiling and wincing a little.

“Did you bet on Jim?” Leonard demanded, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Oh, go easy on her, Bones.” Jim came out of nowhere to clap a hand on Leonard’s shoulder. “She was just supporting her Captain. Besides, I’ve got a proven record! You really didn’t stand a chance.”

“The Captain is correct, Doctor. Statistically, the Captain and I have proven a more effective team than-”

“Come on, Spock.” Jim interrupted. “You’re gonna make him turn purple.” Jim dragged Spock away before your speechless boyfriend could explode at them. You’d started to back away from Leonard while he was distracted by Jim and Spock, and he turned to you now. Leonard just shook his head at you and exhaled, making you relax a little.

“I cannot believe you bet against me.” Leonard glared at you.

“I’m sorry, baby! Jim’s… wiley.” Your excuse didn’t sound convincing even to your ears, but you offered him a smile regardless. Leonard’s frown at you was like a thundercloud, but he said no more on the subject.

His frown only got darker when Jim pulled most of the command team to come have dinner together.

It was hardly one of the best restaurants in the city, but it was cheap, greasy, and they easily found a large enough table for everyone. The more the Romulan Ale flowed, the more Jim wouldn’t shut up about his team’s victory, earning you more sour looks from Leonard. You tried cuddling into him, but he didn’t seem terribly interested. A tiny smile and he just went back to his food.

Glancing around the table; Kirk was at the bar, chatting with an attractive blonde. You smiled a little and shook your head; Jim was predictable at times. Uhura and Spock were chatting softly, and the occasional smiles on their faces made you smile. Half the ship was still rooting for them as a couple; maybe this was a sign they were starting to repair their relationship?

You made yourself look away quickly, not wanting to intrude on Spock and Uhura’s privacy. Scotty and Checkov were engaged in a vigorous slurred debate over… something mechanical. They were too far away and slurring too much for you to make out the words. Scotty kept trying to appeal to Keenser for help, but Keenser was avidly engaged in listening to a very drunk Sulu lecture him on something. You stifled a giggle at the scene, before returning your attention to Leonard.

He’d finished his meal, as had you, and was nursing a glass of bourbon.

“How many of those have you had?” You blurted out, blushing a little when you realized how it sounded. Leonard glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow, and smirked.

“Just this one. I'm not drunk, if that's what you're asking.” Leonard replied dryly; there was enough humor in his voice that you could tell you hadn't offended him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean - I was just-”

“Wondering if I was sober enough to seduce later?” Leonard finished for you, that damned smirk still on his face. The din in the place was loud enough that you both had to speak up to hear each other, and you were reasonably confident no one else was listening.

“Well, are you?” You replied, meeting his unspoken challenge. Your voice dropped a little involuntarily into a lower, seductive register.

“Darlin’, I'm not gonna get drunk off of one glass. I'm barely buzzed.” Leonard’s knowing smirk went right through you, making you wet for him.

“Does that mean my way is clear?”

“We’ll see. There’s still the matter of you betting on Jim today.”

“How many times am I going to have to apologize for that?” You demanded with an eyeroll. Leonard just shook his head and smirked in reply, draining his glass.

The two of you left shortly thereafter; you both had morning shifts the next day, so waking up with a hangover was less than appealing.

Leonard sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. You seized the opportunity and straddled his lap. As you settled over him, your weight making the bed shift, and he felt you settle against him, Leonard dropped his hands, moving one behind him as he leaned back and looked at you. A tiny smile quirked at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes roamed your figure.

“Need somethin’?” Leonard asked softly, and you knew you had him.

“I just wanted to reiterate,” you began, kissing his temple gently. “That I’m really,” you kissed his cheek. “Really,” your lips moved to his jawline, dropping a gentle kiss and barely sucking on his skin. “Sorry.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you started gently kissing his neck. He swallowed, and you heard him give a small rumble, making your lips twist a little into a smile.

Leonard sat forward into you, and you felt him bury a hand in your hair and gently pull you off his neck. His face was inches from yours, and he nuzzled you a little. Your eyelids drooped a little and as always, you felt the urge to just melt into him and cuddle.

“Now how could I refuse such a sweet apology?” Leonard murmured, kissing you as soon as the words left his mouth. The kiss was slow, gentle, and lazy as you both explored each others’ mouths. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hips grinding just a little into his. You felt his cock, already half hard, grind deliciously against you even muffled through the layers of clothes. Little moans and whimpers kept dropping from your lips as his hand tightened in your hair, holding you prisoner as the lazy kiss gradually turned into an all-out ravishing. His breath mingled with yours, you whined with a sudden burning need for more, and he chuckled a little. Sadistic ass.

Leonard finally released you from the kiss, his arms around your back keeping you from falling as you slumped and gasped for air. He gave you only a moment before he was on you again, his lips devouring your neck. His hot breath on you, his lips licking and nipping and sucking, his arms keeping you prisoner… you were quickly overcome; you dropped your head to his shoulder and gasped. You squirmed on his lap, instinctively trying to get away. Leonard let out a breathless chuckle, tightening his arms around you and pulling you back into him as he attacked your neck. Your arms were around his shoulders (you’re not sure when that happened); one hand scratched at his back as the other buried in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his smooth locks between your fingers. You loved the feeling of being held by him, tight and secure, as he overwhelmed you with pleasurable torture.

When his mouth finally left your neck, you were actually dizzy, swaying a little in his arms as you attempted to get your bearings. His hands swiftly stripped your upper half of clothes, tossing them to the floor, before he lifted you, plopping you down on your back in the middle of the bed. Leonard stood then, and you smirked and watched as he quickly stripped off his own clothes before crawling onto the bed after you, his eyes eager and hungry. He pulled off your pants and panties, tossing them off the bed. Your mouth went dry as he crawled up your body, the hunger in his eyes taking away your ability to speak or resist. Not that you’d want to.

He stopped, face to face with your belly, and started nuzzling and kissing it. You gave a loud groan, dropping your head back to the pillow and squirming. Two parts ticklish, three parts amazing.

“L-Lee,” you breathed, laughing a little. “Please!”

“Please what?” Leonard murmured impishly, never ceasing his torture. “What do you need, darlin’?”

“Leonard!” You cried, still smiling and now trying (unsuccessfully) to squirm away from his lips. The teasing bastard just laughed. He moved, finally, down to your thighs, and gave a teasing lick in the crease where thigh met hip. His hands locked on your hips, holding you in place as he continued to nuzzle and lick at your thighs, inches from where you really wanted him to be. You started babbling, hardly hearing yourself as you pleaded him for more.

“Mmmmm,” Leonard moaned, stopping his teasing for a moment. You felt his breath on your pussy as he just inhaled, breathing you in. “You smell delicious down here, sweetheart.”

“Then stop fucking teasing me and fucking eat me already!” You snarled at him, your patience entirely spent.

“And what do we say?”

“LEONARD!!” You practically screamed.

“Eh. Close enough.” Leonard replied casually. You had a moment to take in the words, before you felt him bury his face in you.

You screamed his name and arched your back, burying your hands in the sheets and clenching them so hard your fingers hurt. You were already so close…

Tears leaked from your eyes, and you distantly heard yourself babbling to him. You cried out, pleading with him to just let you come already!

So, naturally, that’s when he backed off.

You gave a wounded cry, and it took you a minute or two to remember how to reach for him. He grabbed your outstretched hand and kissed the palm, smiling smugly up at you. You pleaded more with him, finally remembering how much he usually liked that. Leonard waited long enough for you to come down before he started nuzzling your thighs again. His hands drifted to your hips, grabbing them again to keep you from thrashing into him.

Two more times Leonard brought you to the edge, only to stop moments before you came. The last time, you heard him groan, one hand wrapped around his own cock. When he came, you nearly came yourself, needy and desperate. But again, he backed off just in time, and you just lay there, panting.

“All right.” Leonard groaned, moving up the bed to lie next to you. You frowned a little trying to decipher his plan. He pulled you into his arms, spooning you from behind, pinning your arms beneath his.

Your eyes narrowed.

“What.” You said, your voice dark and angry and frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” Leonard teased, his voice a little slurred as he was closer to sleep.

“What do you mean what’s wrong?!” You demanded. “Are we just done?!”

“For tonight, yeah. Early morning. And you can consider yourself forgiven.”

You lost it. You wiggled in his arms, trying to free a hand enough to at least get yourself off. But his grip on you was too strong, and you resorted to just cussing him out until you felt him shaking with laughter.

You gave up after a few minutes. Okay. He’d regret this later.

***

You didn’t speak to Leonard at all that morning, unbearably grumpy as you went about your morning routine. He kissed your forehead just before he left, murmuring a “love you”. You returned it, not wanting him to worry too much, but you practically growled the words. He laughed again, and the sound chased you as you went to your duty station that morning.

You spent half the morning stopping yourself from snapping at everyone; it wasn’t their fault Leonard was an awful tease, after all.

“Bad hangover?” Captain Kirk asked you quietly at one point.

“Something like that.” You shrugged.

“If you need to go to medbay,” Kirk asked quietly, looking a little concerned.

“Thank you Captain, I’m all right.” You reassured him. Kirk let it drop after that, returning his focus to the ship.

You spent the remaining half of your shift plotting your revenge. And you thought you’d be able to put it in place tonight.

***

You watched Leonard carefully when he came to your shared quarters at the end of the day. If he was too tired, you’d make your plans for revenge wait. He seemed cheerful enough, however; probably still amused at the memory of last night. You returned his hug, a little startled when it graduated into making out. Evidently you weren’t the only one in the mood tonight.

Clothes were discarded, and Leonard lifted you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, and carried you into the bedroom wearing only a skirt. You’d managed to get his shirt off and had started on his pants when he’d lifted you.

You were deposited on the bed again, Leonard standing up and went to work on his pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as his cock was exposed to the air, erect and leaking.

“If I remember right, I owe you a few.” Leonard teased, stalking back towards you. You wanted badly to suck his cock… but that’d utterly ruin your plans. You retreated back to the center of the bed, crooking a finger at him. Leonard crawled over you, kissing you fiercely until all you could do was cling to him.

He finally released your lips, and you quickly started pushing his shoulders. If he got started on your neck, you’d lose the ability to concentrate entirely and would lose your window for revenge. You pushed him onto his back, relishing the surprised arousal on his face as he lounged back on the bed. You straddled his hips, letting your hands roam his bare torso for a moment. All that glorious bare skin. You came back to yourself, putting his hands on your hips to steady you as you leaned over to the nightstand. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you stable as you twisted.

“What are you doing over there?” Leonard asked, curiosity and laughter in his voice.

“You’ll see.” Was all you told him. No sense in spoiling things now.

You pulled out the restraints (not the handcuffs; they were wrong for this) and the blindfold, holding them where he could see and waiting before you used them. He grinned up at you, lifting his arms obediently over his head. You leaned up to tie his wrists to the headboard, biting your lip; you’d have to be very careful what knot you used here.

Naturally, it had escaped your notice that your current position put your breasts right above Leonard’s face. You were forcefully reminded of that, however, when he took a nipple into his mouth. Your eyes crossed a little; after all the teasing, it had been entirely too long since you’d orgasmed, and you almost lost your willpower right there. You moaned and inhaled shakily, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to concentrate. It was a bit harder, but you forced your eyes back up to his wrists, and somehow managed to tie them with shaking hands. You sat up, the disappointed little whine he made when your breast slipped from his mouth sending spasms of pleasure through you.

“Can you get out if you need to?” You asked him, serious and stern.

“Yeah, darlin’, I’m fine.” He reassured you, fixing his eyes on your flushed, heaving body.

“Be sure.” You ordered him. He sighed, looking up at his wrists reluctantly. His arms shifted, and he tugged on the restraints experimentally.

“Yeah.” Leonard confirmed after a moment. “You tied it a bit tight, but I can get it if I need to.”

“Good boy.” You praised him softly, drawing a smile from your boyfriend. You tied the blindfold around his face, finally letting yourself grin when you took away his sight.

For the next part of your plan, you had to actually dismount from him. He gave another little disappointed whine when you did, his cock still erect and eager. You sighed, forcing your eyes back to the nightstand with your toys. You could see him straining to see and hear what you were doing, his mind working frantically to try and figure you out. You just smirked as you retrieved the items you needed.

Putting the cock ring on him was relatively easy. But tying the hitachi wand so that it was at the perfect angle on his balls took a little longer.

“What the HELL are you doing down there?” Leonard whimpered just as you finished. You smirked again, but didn’t answer, moving instead to retrieve your clothes.

When you removed his blindfold, you were holding two remotes and standing next to the bed fully dressed. Leonard narrowed his eyes.

“Sweetheart? What’s going on?” Leonard asked, suspicion and dread in his voice.

“Nothing much, baby. Just a little payback for last night.” You told him cheerfully. You clicked both of the remotes in your hand, starting both the cock ring and the wand vibrating. And then you kept clicking them until they were going at top speed. Leonard’s eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped his head to the pillow, a strangled moan all he could manage. “Have fun!” You told him.

Then you left. And went to the mess hall.

Kirk found you there, eating alone and in better spirits than you’d been all day.

“Looks like you got over that hangover.” Jim greeted you as he sat down next to you.

“Evening, Captain! Yes, I feel much better, thank you!” You replied. You still hadn’t finished in far too long, but your act of revenge had a way of lifting your spirits regardless.

“I take it Bones finally forgave you?” Jim asked, giving you a knowing smirk.

“Let’s just say he’s regretting how long he stayed angry.” You tried to return his knowing smirk, but it came out more of an evil grin.

“Why?” Jim asked, a curious smile growing on his face. “What’d you do?”

“Tied him up with a sex toy and left him there.” You replied to Jim, still cheerful, and took another bite.

Jim choked on his food.

“Um, couldn’t that, uh, be… dangerous?” Jim asked, once he’d stopped coughing.

“Relax. He can get free if he needs to.” You replied to Jim, waving off his concern.

“Wow. Okay, remind me not to piss you off,” Jim chuckled. You just grinned at him.

You made smalltalk with Jim, just eating and chatting. With every minute that passed, your spirits rose more. Until an hour later, Jim’s expression shifted, and you turned to look at what had his attention.

Leonard had finally made his way down to you. He stood at the entrance to the room, scanning it, indubitably for you. He was fully dressed, but his clothes were rumpled and messy. His hair was mussed, and he was sweaty and breathing hard. Your pussy clenched in eager anticipation, and just then he saw you. His eyes narrowed as they met yours, and he started making his way over to you.

“Incoming.” Jim warned you softly as you turned back to your now empty plate.

“You are unbelievable.” Leonard said when he finally reached you, his voice gruff and tired.

“Hi, sweetie!” You greeted him, now having to fake cheerful as you were surprisingly nervous with him standing right there, gorgeous and angry.

“Hey, Bones. Thought you were still tied up at Medbay?” Jim greeted Leonard, a smug, knowing smirk on his face as he teased his friend. Leonard’s eyes widened momentarily in recognition of Jim’s meaning. Then he leveled a wordless glare at you. He didn’t say anything, not in public, but there were worlds of meaning in his eyes.

You didn’t speak either. Moments like that, all you can do is grin. So you just gave Leonard an enormous smile. Leonard let out a low growl, grabbed your elbow and forced you to stand.

“Make sure she can still sit down tomorrow.” Jim told Leonard, his voice low enough that no one but you two heard him, right before Leonard hauled you out of the medbay.

He didn’t speak the whole ride up the lift to your quarters, worrying you a little.

“You want these back?” You finally broke the silence as the elevator traveled up, offering him the remotes. He quickly snatched them, hiding them in a pocket without a word. He looked at you taking in your physical and mental state with an effortless look, and shook his head.

“Okay, darlin’. My turn.” He finally spoke, giving you a tiny little smirk as the lift came to a stop. You smiled back at him as he tugged you towards your room, reassured. No, he wasn’t seriously angry at you. And his “turn” would prove to be entertaining, at least. You couldn’t wait.

As soon as you both got back to your room, he turned and kissed you, short and gentle. Then his hands efficiently stripped off all your clothes. You smirked a little as he pulled your naked form into the bedroom, excited despite yourself.

“Thanks to your little payback, I’m used up.” Leonard snipped at you, sounding mildly irritated. “Gonna have to get a little creative here.”

Your brain stopped working when he pulled you into him and nuzzled his face into your neck. You were too wound up after the events of the past few days, and Leonard knew by now just how to lick and kiss you. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you melted into him as your breath came in short pants. His hands roamed your back, one drifting down to clench your ass.

“Lee,” you moaned breathlessly. You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. The hand that wasn’t on your ass moved between you two, testing the wetness between your legs.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.” Leonard groaned, his fingers stroking you gently.

“Been so long, Lee.” You pleaded, desperate for more. He stepped away from you, the action drawing a piteous whine from you. You ached for him, following him with pleading eyes as he walked over to the nightstand. He retrieved something, holding it carefully just out of your sight, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He quirked an eyebrow at you, making a small gesture to his lap, and you knew what he wanted. You bit your lip and took a half step back, suddenly re-thinking your easy submission so far. Leonard stared at you for a moment, his lips quirking up into a slow, mischievous smirk, making your stomach flutter with the best kind of nerves. You found yourself unconsciously returning his smile, despite your efforts to suppress it.

“Leonard,” you began, slow and cautious as you took another half step back.

“Don’t you wanna lay on daddy’s lap?” Leonard purred at you.

“You fucker.” You breathed, eyes wide as you were momentarily frozen in place.

Leonard, still grinning, crooked a finger at you. “C’mere, darlin’. Be a good girl for daddy.”

Your chest felt a little heavy as your breathing came faster, and your vision narrowed to the amazingly sexy man in front of you. Your feet barely lifted, dragging against the carpet as you reluctantly walked forward, feeling like he had you in a tractor beam.

“Good girl,” Leonard murmured softly as you came within reach. You couldn’t help the happiness swelling in you at the praise. He grabbed your hips, gently moving your unresisting body until you were laying over his lap, ass up. You bit your lip, absently wondering if it was too late to run.

Your question was answered when he rested a hand on your back, just above your ass. His other hand made his presence known, slowly and carefully pushing something into you. You gave a startled gasp, whimpering softly when you realized what it was; your vibrator.

Leonard finished seating the rabbit vibrator in you; the brush of his fingers against your thigh making you realize he intended to keep holding said vibrator in place. You shivered a little, arousal and need racing through you in anticipation of what was to come. Leonard clicked the vibrator onto its highest setting, drawing a startled moan from you. You dropped your head until your forehead was resting on the bed, panting as the vibrations raced through you, stimulating your neglected parts.

His hand cracked down on your ass, stinging. You gave a startled cry and jerked, but there was nowhere to go. He spanked you again, making your hips jerk into the vibrator. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you gave a strangled moan.

He kept spanking you until your ass was red and sore, and you were jumping the vibrator. The mild pain drove you higher, and you whined.

“You gonna come for me, baby girl?” Leonard asked, bringing his hand down harder on your abused skin.

“Lee, please.” You whined desperately.

“You gonna be a good girl from now on?” He asked, his voice vaguely threatening.

“Yes, Lee, please!”

The hand holding the vibrator jerked, thrusting it into you. You gave a startled cry, grinding down onto it as best you could at that angle. His hand came down again on your ass, the stinging pain throwing you suddenly over the edge. You arched up away from the vibrator, his hand following you and pumping it faster in you as you cried his name, muffled by the comforter on the bed. The rabbit vibrator kept churning inside of you, stimulating your gspot and clit until tears formed in your eyes. You gave broken pleas for him to just stop, to let you down already. You didn't need to look at him to see the smirk on his face as he ignored your pitiful begging until one orgasm led right to another, and you were screaming his name again.

Finally, what felt like hours later, your hips fell back down onto his lap. Leonard clicked the vibrator off, slowly and gently pulling it out of you. You gave a grateful moan as it vanished, utterly unable to move.

“How’re you feelin’, darlin’?” His voice was soft and gentle, and you felt his hand rest lightly on your lower back, his fingers stroking the skin soothingly. You didn't reply verbally, just gave a contented moan. He chuckled, scooting backwards on the bed and carefully moving your limp, exhausted body around until you were lying on your back in the center of the bed.

He stood then, swiftly stripping himself down, his eyes rarely leaving you, before he crawled back onto the bed over you. You smiled lazily up at him, humming a little before his lips claimed yours. He kissed you, gentle and thorough, stealing your breath as his tongue explored your mouth. You moaned a little; it was always too easy to surrender to him; you tried to pour your love and trust into the kiss.

“Love you,” you murmured when he released your lips.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied softly, a small smile lighting up his face. His hands pushed himself off the bed a little, and crawled down your body. Your eyes got huge, as he crawled between your legs.

“Lee,” you began, arousal relighting in your belly at his mischievous grin.

“Oh, I'm not done with you yet, baby girl. Did you think you’d get off that easy?” Leonard growled at you. You whimpered helplessly, dropping your head back to the pillows. It was starting to look like you’d need to save your strength.

You felt his tongue first, the wet muscle lapping at your outer folds, seeking and licking up every drop of come that had oozed out of you. You whined, your hips shifting restlessly as he slowly and methodically teased you. Your body couldn't quite decide what it wanted; part of you was tired and overstimulated from his work with the vibrator, and the rest of you just wanted more, now.

You felt his hands on your hips then, holding you firmly and keeping you from moving as he continued to lick and suck at your outer folds.

His tongue found your clit then, licking around it gently until you were whimpering steadily on every exhale. He sucked your clit into his mouth, drawing a sharp cry from you. You tried to arch into him, but his restraining hands held you motionless, helpless against his assault. Your legs kicked at the blankets, and your hands clenched handfuls of them as your eyes rolled back in your head. You tried to beg him to stop teasing, but you were already long past the point of intelligible speech. He hummed, the vibrations drawing a tortured cry from you.

“You close already, sweetheart?” Leonard murmured, amusement in his voice.

“Lee, you - ahh!” You tried to reply, but Leonard buried his face in you, thrusting his tongue inside you to lick at your fluttering walls. You cried again, coming helplessly into his mouth. Your back arched off the bed and your hips strained against his hands as his nose nudged your clit, driving you higher. You screamed his name, lost to everything except the bursts of pleasure taking over your brain. He never let up, keeping face and tongue buried in you until you gave little whines of oversensitivity.

You released the blankets from your white-knuckled grip, pushing on the bed and trying to wiggle away from his mouth.

“Get back over here,” Leonard murmured, laughter in his voice, and the hands on your hips easily pulled you back down the bed and into him. He eagerly buried his face in you, murmuring happily as his tongue pushed back into you. Your feet kicked at the bed, and your back arched as you whined torturously. Leonard was relentless, his tongue quickly finding your gspot and attacking it with vigor. You gave a broken cry of his name; you barely even had to make the climb again, your body still buzzing from the last orgasm.

Leonard knew your body well by now, knew just how to lick and suck at you to play you like a fiddle. He used all of that knowledge, holding you steady as he drove you mad.

Two orgasms later, he finally let you go, panting hard as your back dropped back to the bed. Leonard moved up next to you, pulling your unresisting body into him and cuddling you.

“You still with me, hon?” He asked softly, his voice gentle. You didn't try to speak, knowing the effort required was beyond you, and just nodded into his chest, sighing contentedly. He shifted around a little, until you were both comfortable in each other's arms, making a contented little rumble.

You’d figure out who’d won that competition in the morning.

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Harlan Ellison, the legendary, legendarily irascible speculative fiction writer who died this week at age 84, wrote the greatest episode of Star Trek ever made. And he hated it.

“The City on the Edge of Forever” aired on April 6, 1967, late in the original series’ first season, and won acclaim for capturing everything Star Trek could do at its best while suggesting weighty themes and emotional depths only hinted at in previous episodes. It won the Hugo Award for Best Dramatic Presentation and the Writers Guild of America Award for Best Episodic Drama on Television. Ellison accepted both. Neither salved his bitterness that the episode had been rewritten.

At the Hugos he dedicated the award to “the memory of the script they butchered, and in respect to those parts of it that had the vitality to shine through the evisceration.” “The City on the Edge of Forever” that aired may have been praised by virtually everyone who saw it, but it wasn’t his “City on the Edge of Forever,” and a compromised triumph was no triumph at all for Ellison. Ellison would spend the next several decades being publicly aggrieved by “City on the Edge of Forever.”

Was the reaction overkill? Of course. Overkill was part of Ellison’s persona. He held grudges. He deployed lawsuits liberally, sometimes successfully. (He’s now acknowledged in the credits of The Terminator thanks to one such suit.) He boasted of assaulting his publisher in the ’80s. And many never looked at him the same way after he groped author Connie Willis at the Hugos in 2006, for which he apologized — then grew angry when the apology wasn’t immediately accepted.

Ellison was famous for his contributions to science fiction and American literature, which extend well beyond his Star Trek script. But he was also famous for his grievances. The story of “The City on the Edge of Forever” represents that duality in miniature, and helps explain what made him both a beloved and divisive figure.

Ellison originally imagined the talking portal in “City on the Edge of Tomorrow,” seen here, as 9-foot aliens. CBS via Getty Images

Here’s the version of “The City on the Edge of Forever” that’s been seen by countless viewers since 1967: After administering a small dose of a dangerous drug to Lt. Sulu (George Takei), Dr. McCoy (DeForest Kelley) accidentally administers a massive dose to his own abdomen after getting knocked about when the Enterprise hits some interference from a strange time distortion.

Driven temporarily mad, McCoy beams down to the nearest planet, home to the Guardian of Forever, a talking portal that allows visitors to travel through time and space. When McCoy uses it to travel back to Depression-era New York, the Enterprise’s landing party learns their ship has disappeared. Whatever McCoy has done has distorted history in such a way that the universe as they know it has ceased to exist.

Captain Kirk (William Shatner) and Mr. Spock (Leonard Nimoy) give chase, in time learning that McCoy has changed time by saving the life of Edith Keeler (Joan Collins), the near-saintly proprietor of a soup kitchen. If allowed to live, her idealistic message of pacifism and tolerance will delay the United States’ entry into World War II, allowing Hitler to develop the atomic bomb, win the war, and dominate the Earth — shutting the door on the hopeful future imagined throughout the series.

And so, as Spock says twice in the episode — first as a question then as a statement arrived at through cold, hard logic — Edith Keeler must die. The only problem: Kirk has fallen in love with her and isn’t sure he can bring himself to let her die. But, after reuniting with McCoy, he does just that, stopping the doctor from saving Edith from a truck that strikes her down in the street.

Many elements contribute to the episode’s greatness. The Guardian’s planet is an eerie, dreamlike place, one that inspires Kirk to comment, with understated poetic flair, “These ruins stretch to the horizon.” Journeyman director Joseph Pevney wisely lets the atmosphere, both of the alien world and 1930s New York, do a lot of the work.

Then there’s Shatner, who, often justifiably, gets a lot of flak for laying it on thick, but his performance here is measured. His love for Edith feels real, far removed from the flings seen in previous episodes. So does his heartbreak.

Yet much of the brilliance can be traced back to the script. Star Trek had raised philosophical issues before, but few as thorny as whether taking one life can be justified in the name of a greater good. And not just any life: Kirk falls for Edith because she’s virtuous and beautiful and finds him charming, sure, but also because she’s the living embodiment of the utopian principles he’s sworn to uphold as a member of Starfleet.

She believes in humanity’s potential to overcome hatred and selfishness, in the possibility of the better future in which Kirk lives. But to make that future possible, he has to let her die. She has the right message at the wrong time. It’s a Kobayashi Maru scenario in the form of a tragic romance.

It’s a near-perfect episode of television, recognized as such from the moment it aired. The credits bore only one name: Harlan Ellison.

Ellison knew it was a lie. He’d seen the script through several drafts, only to have it reworked, at Star Trek creator Gene Roddenberry’s insistence, by D.C. Fontana, Gene Coon, Steven W. Carabatsos, and Roddenberry himself. Ellison asked his name be taken off, but backed down. It would be the last time he backed down on this matter.

Most writers would sit back, take the praise, and keep quiet about the sausage-making process. Ellison wasn’t most writers, telling anyone who’d listen what had happened to his script, all the alterations and adjustments that made it lesser than the version he’d dreamed up. In 1975, during a short-lived rapprochement with Roddenberry, Ellison published the original version in his collection Six Science Fiction Plays, allowing the curious to compare and contrast the version they knew with the version that might have been.

Ellison’s version shares much of the filmed version’s bone structure. The time travel, Edith Keeler, the central moral question are all there. But it also contains a murderous drug-dealing crew member (an element Roddenberry found out of sync with his vision of an idealized future and a squeaky clean Starfleet), alternate-universe space pirates summoned into existence by the altering of time, 9-foot aliens (who would become the much more budget-friendly talking portal), and a World War I veteran named Trooper.

Most significantly, at the climactic moment, Kirk can’t bring himself to let Edith die. It’s Spock who makes the choice. Ellison saw Kirk as a man who, at a critical juncture, couldn’t let the love of his life die to save the universe. Roddenberry thought otherwise. The question of which feels truer to Kirk, and to Trek, serves as a litmus test for fans of the show.

Without Ellison’s talent and imagination, “The City on the Edge of Forever” wouldn’t have existed. Applying the butterfly effect to its absence — appropriate, given the episode’s plot — the Star Trek we know today wouldn’t have been possible without the ripples of complexity and moral ambiguity Ellison helped introduce to the series. (Not that Ellison had anything nice to say about the later series.)

But Ellison, whose early history includes multiple stories of running away from home, could seemingly never live comfortably in any world, even a world he helped create, be it Star Trek or the larger world of speculative fiction, which he helped shape with his work and his championing of other writers. Because Ellison could always imagine a better world, one in which “The City on the Edge of Forever” aired without evisceration, one in which the same sort of piggish shortsightedness that led to that evisceration wasn’t allowed to run rampant in so many aspects of life, one in which everyone finally saw he was right.

Reflecting on “The City on the Edge of Forever” years later, Ellison wrote, “The solitary creator, dreaming his or her dream, unaided, seems to me to be the only artist we can trust.” Ellison did a lot of that sort of dreaming. Sometimes the dreams went astray.

Ellison’s adventures in the TV trade — there would be more, and more frustrations — prompted him to write about television for the Los Angeles Free Press, unsparing observations collected in the influential 1970 book The Glass Teat and its sequel, The Other Glass Teat. It also assured he’d keep prose as his primary profession, helping to shepherd and elevate the literary careers of others.

The landmark collection Dangerous Visions, a collection of stories from science fiction stars and stars-to-be, appeared the same year as “The City on the Edge of Forever.” Again, Dangerous Visions followed in 1972. (A long-promised third volume never arrived.) He mentored Octavia Butler and others. He wrote. And wrote. And wrote. In a 2013 interview with the Guardian, Ellison put his tally at around 1,800 short stories, novellas, essays, and scripts. Today, “The City on the Edge of Forever,” both the filmed teleplay and Ellison’s original drafts, represent only a tiny fraction of his output and influence.

Ellison (right) eventually came to terms with his role in Star Trek’s history, speaking alongside Walter Koenig at the 13th annual Star Trek convention. FilmMagic

But even with his version of “The City on the Edge of Forever” available for the world to read, the matter felt unsettled for Ellison. It didn’t help that Roddenberry was out there telling his version of the story, claiming that Ellison’s script was filled with budget-breaking elements and that he had Commander Scotty dealing drugs.

Ellison knew better. The pirates were added at Roddenberry’s insistence and Scotty never dealt drugs in any drafts. He didn’t even appear in any drafts. Then there was all that money others were making from the episode, money that seemed never to find its way to Ellison.

This would not stand. So in 1995, four years after Roddenberry’s death, Ellison published “The City on the Edge of Forever” again, this time as a standalone book titled The City on the Edge of Forever: The Original Teleplay. The book includes two treatments for the episode; Ellison’s final draft of the screenplay; testimonials from Fontana, Kelley, Nimoy, and others; and a new introduction from Ellison designed to set the record straight.

The opening sets the tone:

“Speak no ill of the dead?

Oh, really? Then let’s forget about a true introductory essay to this book. Let’s give a pass to setting the record straight. Let’s just shrug and say, ah, what the hell, it’s been more than thirty years and the bullshit has been slathered on with a trowel for so damned long, and so many greedy little pig-snouts have made so much money off those lies, and so many inimical forces continue to dip their pig-snouts in that Star Trek trough of bullshit that no one wants to hear your miserable bleats of “unfair! unfair” … that it ain’t worth the price of admission, Ellison.”

And so it goes for 90 profane, repetitive, discursive, hilarious, pitiless, insightful pages. It’s, in its own way, classic Ellison, who turned interviews into monologues. Smart interviewers generally knew to get out of his way and just let him talk. In the end, Ellison always had the last word. And then he just kept talking.

Ellison was sometimes too much, and too much in ways that are hard to excuse; offenses committed out of an excess of passion are still offenses. But, oh, that passion. Ellison simply had to fight back against every perceived slight and loss. He even had to fight back against any wins that weren’t on his own terms. He left behind miles of scorched earth and a towering body of work. He reshaped science fiction and changed the way his readers looked at the world. It wasn’t enough. Nothing ever was.

Original Source -> Harlan Ellison wrote Star Trek’s greatest episode. He hated it.

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