#if I ever need a couple to have a pet they get Spock

[sexynetra]

What if I made my fic calling card just writing my childhood cat into every fic. I’ve already done it once I could do it again who’s gonna stop me he’s cute as hell

You look him in the eyes and tell him he isn’t allowed to be in every story ever. I dare you.

[good-wine-and-cheese]

hey carmen! i hope youre doing well! :D P, G, R, W for the ask game?

I'm doing dandy thanks and thank you for the ask! :)

P. Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Oh fun! Since I'm in Pluto brainland right now and already have a bunch of AUs rattling around about it I'll share one of those. I have in mind this AU where, during the 39th Central Asian War, Gesicht is critically damaged and has to be sent back for repairs by his creator (the damage is too intricate and complex for most field techs to fix him). Hoffman, faced with the visceral consequences of Gesicht being sent to war, takes matters into his own hands and runs off with Gesicht. I just think about how it's probably something Hoffman never wanted to put his creation through but wasn't able to stand up to higher ups at the time. I think faced with the violence and terror of the war coupled with Gesicht returning to him badly damaged would be the catalyst for him to recognize the system for what it is and work to support robots in a more earnest way that maybe requires him to be in hiding.

G. Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

So I don't think I define OTP the same way that most people do. "OTP" to me is just "the ship that is my favourite to think about" I guess, but I will still actively ship those characters individually with other characters, too. That said, my first OTP was McSpirk. 12 year old me took angsty pictures of Spock, Kirk and McCoy (and variations of them together) and made Windows Movie Maker slideshows with them to angsty billy talent and three days grace songs

R. Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Favourite platonic relationships in fandom! That's hard, because tbf I like a lot of them. It's generally my favourite type of relationship between characters. Generally speaking though, any adult-child dynamics that are particularly wholesome (especially when one or both are severely broken people) will destroy me.

On a recent rewatch of Eureka Seven, I found I really appreciated the crew of the Gekko a lot. They're just a bunch of weirdo roommates and the vibe of that whole dynamic was really good to me. As far as platonic relationships in series go they feel very close to how actual people interact with each other so I guess I'll say whatever the crew of the Gekko has going on.

W. A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Normally I'm pretty forgiving with tropes honestly! If it's an annoying trope that happens a lot of times I'll probably skip out, but it's hard for me to say any "specific" trope will make me "hate" it when generally I will give them a 3-strike grace or a "that was funny actually" level of acceptability. I guess I do have one that consistently pisses me off though.

"Shitty sex scenes used in place of character growth" is my biggest fiction pet peeve. It's not sex scenes as a general rule, but in so many shows I've seen the writers will give me absolutely no reason to believe character A and B would fuck (in fact, they usually seem to hate each other and Not in a oh they wanna fuck kinda way), then suddenly they fuck (and it's framed to be as bland as possible) and then after that they're super close meanwhile I have had absolutely nothing shown between them that would lead any of this to feel like it would feasibly have happened. It's bad writing and completely takes me out of the narrative and makes me think about how I would have written character development to get from point A to point B.

Ask game

[thesconesyard]

Boaty McBoatstory

Part 9

“Anything you wanna do love? Uh, I mean, Len?” Scotty flushed as McCoy looked over at him.

McCoy felt his own face warm. Scotty had just called him ‘love.’ His brain tried to short circuit but he managed to keep walking. It took another couple moments for his mouth to find words.

“I…, I’m fine with whatever.”

‘Love.’ His heart skipped. He glanced at Scotty, whose face was returning to its normal color. Scotty couldn’t…, it was way too soon, no matter how fast they might be moving. An endearment, a pet name… McCoy hadn’t thought he’d ever want to be called one, but hearing Scotty say it; he wanted to be called that again.

“I haven’t actually seen much of the ship,” Scotty admitted. Wanna poke around and explore? Maybe we’ll find something.”

McCoy nodded. “That sounds alright.”

He reached for Scotty’s hand and squeezed. He got a squeeze back as they continued walking.

They walked into a smaller club onboard where they had followed a voice singing.

“Aye, it’s Jaylah-lass again. No wonder it was familiar,” Scotty said.

“She was good. Wanna stay?” McCoy asked.

“She siren called us in,” Scotty chuckled, “I think we have too.”

“You find a table, I’ll get drinks,” McCoy said and headed for the bar.

McCoy joined Scotty again minutes later at a table near the dance floor. A few couples were dancing. McCoy looked at them. He could dance quite well, having learned as a boy. Jaylah had a sweet voice that was perfect for the old fashioned songs she was singing. He leaned over to Scotty.

“Do you want to dance?”

Scotty looked at him in surprise, but nodded.

“Oh. Wow you’re good,” Scotty said a few moments later.

McCoy blushed. “My gran insisted all her grandchildren know how to dance.”

“Well thank her for me,” Scotty said and leaned his head against McCoy’s.

At the contact McCoy smiled and warmth tingled down his spine. Wrapped in each other’s arms felt so right. McCoy suddenly felt extremely grateful to Jim for inviting him.

“Somewhere…” Jaylah sang.

Scotty chuckled. McCoy suddenly blushed again. He hadn’t realized he’d started singing along quietly.

“Don’t stop,” Scotty told him with a warm smile.

“It’s me and Gran’s favorite,” McCoy mumbled. “She always picked me out of the cousins when it came on. She had a song for each of us.”

“That’s wonderful,” Scotty said. He leaned up for a kiss. “Keep singing. You sound amazing.”

A few songs later Scotty let out a small gasp.

“What?” McCoy asked.

“Guess who just walked in? Together,” Scotty giggled into McCoy’s shoulder.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink,” McCoy smiled at Scotty’s uncontrollable giggles. He turned them around the dance floor so he could see where Scotty had been looking.

He smothered his own smile as he took in Jim and Spock standing at the bar.

“Let’s pretend we didn’t see them,” McCoy said. “See how long it takes them to notice.”

Scotty nodded on McCoy's shoulder, trying to contain his laughter. McCoy glanced over at the bar again. Jim’s full attention was on Spock and Spock it appeared, was thoroughly enjoying that attention. McCoy let out a huff. He wasn’t surprised Jim had gone for someone like Spock, but he was surprised Spock had gone for Jim back.

“What love?” Scotty asked at the noise.

McCoy’s face lit up. “I like that,” he answered as Scotty started to try and take back the word again. “Call me ‘love’ as much as you want darlin’.”

“Oh,” Scotty’s eyes went big. “And I like that.”

“Ready?” McCoy asked.

“For wha—” Scotty was cut off as McCoy spun him out and back.

“I need more warning than that!” Scotty exclaimed as he moved back close and held on to McCoy. McCoy grinned and kissed him. “It's a good thing you’re good looking…” Scotty started.

“Or what?” McCoy laughed as he prepared to spin Scotty again.

“Or… or… I got nothing,” Scotty smiled. “Let’s take a break.” Jaylah had finished another song and they clapped.

Back at the table they had claimed, McCoy took a welcome drink of his bourbon.

“You think they’ve seen us yet?” Scotty asked.

McCoy looked over at Jim again.

“No. I know Jim and he doesn’t have eyes for anything but Spock right now.” He turned back to Scotty. “And that’s fine. Cause maybe all I wanna look at is you.”

“Well,” Scotty started with a wicked grin on his face, “maybe I want to see more of you.” He let his eyes drop down to look over McCoy’s body, before lifting to meet McCoy’s gaze.

McCoy’s eyebrows raised and heat crawled up his face. He finished the drink in his hand and sat the empty glass down again. “Maybe that can be arranged.”

He grabbed for Scotty’s hand and pulled him back out to the dance floor.

It was much later in the evening when they dropped onto McCoy’s bed, exhausted and laughing.

“Those two have it bad,” Scotty said as he pulled a pillow under his head.

“I know,” McCoy laughed. “This is gonna be gold. All the crap I’ve taken from him for years… time for some payback.” He settled back with his hands behind his head. Jim and Spock had spent their time at the bar and had not noticed the two on the dance floor.

“Though,” Scotty said in a thoughtful voice, “who are we to make fun of them?”

McCoy turned his head to look at Scotty. The other man had rolled onto his side and propped his head up on one hand looking at McCoy.

“I’d say we have it pretty bad for each other too,” Scotty said quietly with a smile playing at the edges of his mouth.

McCoy watched Scotty’s eyes move down his body. They were a blue-gray and gazed into his own as they made their way back to McCoy’s face. His breath caught as Scotty leaned over and kissed him.

There was heat in Scotty’s kiss and McCoy could taste the scotch he’d been drinking. He reached up and let his fingers run into Scotty’s hair and pulled him closer. McCoy kissed him back with the same intensity.

Before he realized, Scotty was half on top of him and his kisses were becoming longer and more intense. A moan escaped him and Scotty pressed against him harder.

It was a surprise when Scotty suddenly pulled back.

“Oh!” he exclaimed with a slightly guilty look. “I… I didn’t… I mean, I should have asked.”

McCoy blinked at him.

“Asked?”

“How fast you wanted to move,” Scotty said bashfully. “We still only just met really.”

McCoy blinked at him again as a smile slowly crossed his face.

“I don’t… I don’t normally go this fast with things, but god Len, you do something to me… I… I just wanna be near you.”

Scotty’s face had flushed in embarrassment, and McCoy found it incredibly endearing. He pulled Scotty down gently and kissed him again.

“I really appreciate you thinking like that,” McCoy said quietly. “This is way quicker than anyone else I’ve ever been with. I’m not saying I don’t want to, just not yet.”

Scotty nodded at him. “Agreed. I just got carr—”

“We just got carried away,” McCoy finished. “I’m here too; it wasn’t just you.”

Scotty grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“Me too. Now c’mere, cause I wanna be close to you too,” McCoy said as he pulled Scotty back down next to himself. He pulled him close as Scotty got comfortable.

[starfleetimagines]

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Alternate Original Series/The Original Series:

Being Leonard “Bones” McCoy’s younger sister would include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

Being Jim Kirk’s twin would include…

Jim Kirk - “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”

Jim Kirk - “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - mismatched uniforms

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - you get hurt

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - medical anxiety

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott- “That’s a promise.”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy- flirting in sickbay

Pavel Chekov - Period Cuddles

Pavel Chekov - Moving Forward

Jim Kirk - Family

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Shore Leave

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott - Open Waters

Dating Leonard “Bones” McCoy Would Include…

Being Pavel Chekov’s Betazoid Wife Would Include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Study Date

Spock and Uhura’s Wedding Would Include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Dance Practice

Pavel Chekov - Set Up

The Enterprise Crew Finding Out You’re Bisexual Would Include…

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott x Jayla - Graduation

Spock and Uhura Having A Baby Would Include...

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Spock - Fireplace

Deep Space Nine:

Julian Bashir - “Cuddle me.”

Julian Bashir - “It’s almost midnight.”

Julian Bashir - “Just kiss me.”

Odo - “Are you hurt?”

Julain Bashir - “Please hold me.”

Benjamin Sisko - “How do you cope?”

Garak - “I’ll keep you warm.”

Dukat - you get hurt trying to defend him

Odo - you’re his adopted child

Miles x Keiko x Reader - Sunflowers

Julian Bashir - Insecurities

Enemies To Lovers With Odo Would Include…

Garak - Pregnant

Garak - Lulled To Sleep

Quark (platonic) - Marital Advice

Garak - “So, you like me?”

Garak - Rescue Party

Julian Bashir - Growing Family

Garak - Presents

Ezri Dax x Julian Bashir - Moving In

Julian Bashir (platonic) - Worries

Kira Nerys - Stress

Kira x Dax - Pride Month

Weyoun - “I don’t understand.”

Nog x Jake - Pleasure

Weyoun - “You’re the only one for me.” [NSFW]

Weyoun - “Please wake up.”

Enemies to Lovers With Kira Nerys Would Include...

Weyoun 6 Living on the Station Would Include...

Worf x Jadzia - “I love us.”

Weyoun - “Why did you take that shot for me?”

Cuddling With Weyoun Would Include...

Discovery:

Gabriel Lorca - “Did I stutter?”

Ash Tyler - “I need you.”

Saru - Christmas Gifts

Saru - You’re Overworked

Michael Burnham - “That was hot.”

Michael Burnham - She Saves Your Life

Saru - Confidence Boost

Christopher Pike - Longing

Christopher Pike - Longing part 2

Sylvia Tilly - Romance In Sickbay

Saru - Homesick

Ash Tyler x Michael Burnham - “Breathe with me.”

Christopher Pike - You’re In Labour

Being Saru’s First Officer and Best Friend Would Include...

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Enterprise:

Jonathan Archer - “Leave her alone.”

Malcolm Reed - you’re his sister

Trip Tucker - de-con talks

Malcolm Reed - PDA

Jonathan Archer - jefferies tube acoustics

Jonathan Archer - “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Jonathan Archer - “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

Dating Jonathan Archer would include…

Malcolm Reed - “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

Being friends with Trip Tucker would include…

Jonathan Archer - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

Malcom Reed - “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”

Trip Tucker - you’re shy

Jonathan Archer - “I thought you were dead.”

Malcolm Reed - you’re taken hostage

Trip Tucker - sleepless nights

Malcolm Reed - “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

Jonathan Archer - “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

Being Trip Tucker's  twin would include…

Malcolm Reed - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

Jonathan Archer - dress shopping

Jonathan Archer - pillow fights

Trip Tucker being your boss would include…

Cheering Jonathan Archer up would include…

Phlox - you avoid him

Jonathan Archer - nightmares

Helping Trip Tucker in engineering would include…

Jonathan Archer - horseback riding

Malcolm Reed - cuddles after a mission

Jonathan Archer - hideouts

Malcolm Reed - “Because I love you.”

Phlox - Trip sets you two up

Jonathan Archer - “This shuttle was roomier before I realized I’m attracted to you.”

Malcolm Reed - “Can I kiss you?”

Malcolm Reed - sexting on PADDs

Phlox - you hide an injury from him

Trip Tucker - “It was just a dream.”

Jonathan Archer - “Am I dreaming?”

Trip Tucker - “I just want you to hold me.”

Malcolm Reed - Emotional Trauma

Malcolm Reed - He Sees Your Scars

Trip Tucker - “Thank God you’re okay.”

Malcolm Reed - You’re Ill

Malcolm Reed - “I don’t fit in.”

Trip Tucker - Restless Nights

Enemies To Lovers With Malcolm Reed Would Include…

Malcolm Reed - Labouring Mission

Trip Tucker - Jealousy [NSFW]

Dating T'Pol Would Include…

Malcolm Reed - Nightmares

Trip Tucker - Tension

Malcolm Reed - Destiny

Malcolm Reed - “I’m broken.”

Malcolm x Trip - Caught [NSFW]

Shran - Blue Boy

Trip x T'Pol - New Life

Malcolm Reed - The Way I See You

Malcolm Reed - Confessions

Being Trip Tucker’s Sibling and Jonathan Archer’s Partner Would Include…

Trip Tucker - Helping Hand

Being Pregnant With Phlox’s Baby Would Include...

Malcolm Reed - Destressing [NSFW]

Jonathan Archer - Too Busy

Trip Tucker - “You can’t protect me forever.”

Malcolm Reed - Mistletoe

Picard:

Chris Rios - “Thank you for not dying.”

Elnor - Quiet Time

Strange New Worlds:

Christopher Pike - Longing

Christopher Pike - Longing part 2

Christopher Pike (platonic) - Mentor

Christopher Pike - Brink of Death

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Spock - Fireplace

The Next Generation:

Falling in love with Data would include…

Dating Data would include…

Data - “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

Data - you tell Tasha and Deanna about your crush

Worf - “You did this for me?”

Data - pet names

Data - “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”

Jean-Luc Picard flirting with you would include…

Q loving you would include…

Being friends with Worf would include…

Jean-Luc Picard - he realizes he loves you

Data - “When I picture myself happy … it’s with you.”

Will Riker - midnight visits

Will Riker being a father figure to you would include…

Data - he protects you

Data - bathing with the emotion chip

Data - you repair him

Will Riker - cuddles

Dating Wesley Crusher would include…

Data - he teaches you how to fight

Will Riker - “I’m sorry I had to kick you out when you were possessed.”

First time with Jean-Luc Picard would include…

Data - “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

Q - “You’re so hot when angry.”

Wesley Crusher - “You said my name in your sleep.”

Data - you get caught kissing

Data - hometown trip

Data - stuck on a cold planet

Will Riker- “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

Deanna Troi crushing on a girl would include…

Data - “Are you hurt?”

Reginald Barclay - Fencing

Reginald Barclay - Unexpected

Data - Teacher

Deanna Troi - Feeling Down

Data - First Meetings

Wesley Crusher - Hidden Talents

Being Will And Deanna’s Child Would Include…

Visiting Risa With Will Riker Would Include…

Will Riker - Confessions

Beverly and Jean-Luc’s Date Nights Would Include…

Data - First Date

Having Worf as a Father Figure Would Include…

Will Riker - All Partied Out

Data - “You must breathe.”

Will Riker - “I love you.”

Coming Out As Bisexual To Q Would Include…

Being Married to Jean-Luc Picard Would Include…

Worf - “What were you thinking?”

Data - Art Teacher

Beverly Crusher - “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Being a Scientist and Dating Q Would Include...

Data - “I suppose we would make a good couple.”

Voyager:

B'Elanna Torres - best friends

Going on a date with the Doctor would include…

Tom Paris - date night

Kathryn Janeway- “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

Doctor - “I love you, you asshole.”

Harry Kim - “I thought you were dead.”

Being friends with Tom and Harry would include…

Chakotay - near death confessions

Icheb - you’re shy

Being Harry Kim’s twin would include…

Being shy around the doctor would include…

Q Loving You Would Include…

Doctor - “You did this for me?”

Being Icheb’s friend would include…

The doctor being jealous would include…

Tom Paris - kidnapped

Harry Kim - “This shuttle was a lot roomier before …”

Keeping the doctor company would include…

Q junior - “You’re hot. Shame about your personality.”

Chakotay - “You love me.”

Q - “You’re so hot when you’re angry.”

Harry Kim - mismatched uniforms

Dating Icheb would include…

Harry Kim - he proposes

Kathryn Janeway - you’re insecure

Icheb - first date

The Doctor - talent show

Harry Kim - “Please don’t go.”

Dating Q Junior Would Include…

Chakotay x Kathryn Janeway - Dancing The Night Away

Date Night With Chakotay Would Include…

Tom Paris - Old Flames

Dating Tuvok Would Include…

Dating Seven Of Nine Would Include…

Q Junior Being Jealous Would Include…

Harry Kim - You’re Tom’s Sister

Tom x B'Elanna - “I’m scared, all right?!”

Kathryn Janeway - Locked Up

Being Kathryn Janeway’s Kid and Living on Voyager Would Include…

Coming Out As Bisexual To Q Would Include…

Tom Paris (platonic) - Different

Seven of Nine - Exploring

The Doctor (platonic) - Aromantic

Comforting Kathryn Janeway Would Include…

Tom Paris - “You are enough.”

Cuddling With Q Would Include…

Kathryn Janeway - Here For You

Friends to Lovers With Chakotay Would Include...

Harry Kim - Avoidance

Being a Scientist and Dating Q Would Include...

[denerims-archive]

Joy/Bones and/or Claire/Joel???

MCFARROW TIME LADS!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Till the end of their lives these two are MARRIED!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - SLOWLY! It took them three damn years to finally hook up. That kinda confirmed that they were in love with each other but then it took another half a year for Joy to stop being weird and flightly and finally fess up!

How was their first kiss? - Really...really sweet actually considering they immediately go back to Bones’ place and smash. It’s right after they’re celebrating Kirk’s birthday and the two of them finally find themselves outside by themselves and Joy is the one who tugs him down a little and gives him a tender kiss. (Bones would never initiate just because....power dynamic could be icky).

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Bones!

Who is the best man/men? - KIRK! He also has Joy’s brothers and some of the crew as his best men.

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? -  Her baby sister is her maid of honor! Same with Bones she has some of the crew as her bridesmaids too.

Who did the most planning? - Joy! She was very excited.

Who stressed the most? - Joy lmao! Taking on all that planning and being an award-winning neurologist and researcher is a lot. They also have to organizing everyone being on Earth the same time for the ceremony which is an Adventure considering one of her younger brothers is also an engineer doing working for Starfleet.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - They don’t really have any specific people they super dislike (Bones just...mildly dislikes people). He did joke about not inviting Spock and Kirk said >:|

Sex:

Who is on top? - Bones! Joy loves to be enveloped by him and let him take the reins. 

Who is the one to instigate things? - Joy! Needs to go to horney jail. Bones does it on occasion but his signals are a little more subtle. Joy just stands on her toes and whispers smth nasty she wants Bones to do to her in his ear.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Pretty long actually! Bones has some stamina. Which is good because Joy has got Libido. Once they’re done, Bones is out like a light though. No multiple rounds for them lmao.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Yeah! Joy actually wants to give Bones multiple ones which he’s fine with but he has to tell her to give him a minute before she does it again lmao. Those nights he sleeps REALLLY well. Joy is insatiable and Bones is here to please and is pretty talented at getting Joy off. That and Joy lets him know exactly what he needs to do.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Three!!

How many children will they adopt? - None!

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Bones!

Who is the stricter parent? - Bones definitely. Joy is much more understanding and lenient with the kids but Bones is a lil grumpy as a dad sometimes. It comes from a place of caring though and he has Joy to temper him. (Not that he’s super angry he just is very protective and wants them to be their best!)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Bones!

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Joy!

Who is the more loved parent? - Joy!

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Joy!

Who cried the most at graduation? - Joy! 

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Bones! Lmao. The kids don’t wanna disappoint their mom because she’ll give them the sad and disappointed look. Bones is just like....don’t ever do that again. 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Bones!

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Bones!

Who does the grocery shopping? - Joy!

How often do they bake desserts? - Lots! Joy is an excellent baker and also happens to bake when she’s stressed so lots of cookies. Bones gains like 15lbs when they start dating lmao.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Joy loves some salads and you know Bones loves some chicken wings or a good steak.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Bones!

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Bones!

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Joy!

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Bones!

Who is really against chores? - Joy!

Who cleans up after the pets? - Bones!

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Joy!

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Joy! She wants everything to be nice.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Joy! Hell yeah~ She puts it in their little jar of money saved for vacations.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Bones...he loves to be pampered.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Bones! He loves that dog so much.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Both of them love the holidays! 

What are their goals for the relationship? - To support each other in their careers, to get married and have a family! Basically just to offer support to each other and build a life together. SOFT.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Bones!

Who plays the most pranks? - Joy but she’s bad at it lmao. It usually ends with Bones kissing her, endeared, and getting her back by tickling her. (Until Joy accidentally smacks him because she’s flailing about.)

[annathewitch]

Things that go bump in the night

100 follower challenge ficlet for @starmission. Prompt “why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?” for Leonard McCoy

Summary: Bones x reader. Reader is having trouble sleeping and is surprised at how much McCoy tries to help with the unusual problem.

Words: 3000

Warnings: teen rating for mentions of sex and swearing

A/N: sorry it’s taken so long to start getting these celebration ficlets done. I should point out that I actually wrote the first part for the celebration, and then really wanted to see what would happen next, so wrote part 2. You lucky folks get both parts! This is just silliness and fluff, but is based on a real-life problem my co-worker was having…

“Is there something particularly interesting about the door of my supply closet Lieutenant Y/L/N?”

 “Huh?” Startled out of your trance, you look at Doctor McCoy and then back at the perfectly ordinary white door, which is exactly like all the other thousands of white doors on the Enterprise.

 He inclines his head towards the closet. “You’re staring at it like it holds the answers to the meaning of the universe. If it does, you should tell the Captain, because then we can all get the hell out of here and go home.” 

You squint at him. It’s supposed to be Doctor M’Benga on duty for Gamma shift but instead you’ve got McCoy and he’s asking you about doors. “Do you have any chloroform in there?” you blurt out, and even as it leaves your mouth you know it sounds like the request of a deranged individual.

To his credit, and probably as a result of years of training to deal with idiotic questions, the doctor only raises one eyebrow and scrutinises you for a second, before asking curiously, “why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?”

You start tapping your foot and you throw your hands up in exasperation, you might as well be honest with the man, since he probably already thinks you’re mad. “I wanted to knock myself out, okay?”

McCoy’s composure is pretty impressive. His reputation for flying off the handle at the least sign of idiocy seems undeserved, but then maybe he’s just waiting to see the full extent of your stupidity so he can determine how high to crank the dial. “Well I guess I should be relieved you’re not planning to reenact a kidnapping from some kind of pulp crime novel. Is there a reason you want to knock yourself out, or is it just for fun?”

Seriously, you reply, “Oh believe me there is nothing fun about it. I haven’t slept in, like, two weeks, and I think I’m going a little bit crazy,” whispering the last bit like it’s a secret. So you’re a bit surprised when the doctor’s mouth twitches in a smile.

“Can’t sleep huh? Come on, let’s get you checked out.” He motions towards a biobed and you hop up compliantly. “I’ve got to say there are better ways of knocking yourself out than chloroform Y/L/N, which might be why it’s been illegal for medical purposes for about a hundred years.”

“Really? Don’t get much call for anaesthetics beyond tranquilliser darts in xeno-zoology. I didn’t fancy using one of those, they sting.” You shuffle about a bit on the bed, trying to get comfortable. McCoy presses a warm hand to your shoulder.

“Keep still will you, just while I scan you.” You settle and he nods his thanks. “So is there anything you think might be stopping you sleeping properly?” He’s scrutinising the biobed readout as he asks the question.

You heave a big sigh. “Noisy sex.”

McCoy freezes and stares down at you mouth slightly open. He shakes his head slightly. “I’m sorry did you just say… uh…”

“Noisy sex. Yeah. After two weeks of it I’m just exhausted.” You close your eyes and rub the heel of your hand into the sockets. When you open them again the doctor is still staring at you, although he seems to have gone kind of red around the ears.

“Well Y/L/N,” he eventually says stiffly, “I suggest you maybe lay off the… uh… nocturnal activities and prioritise getting some actual sleep.” He turns away and busies himself with something, and it takes your foggy brain a second or two to catch up.

You sit up bolt upright and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. “Oh shit, no! Not me! I mean I practically can’t remember the last time I had sex, and it definitely wasn’t noisy. Not for me anyway. Shit. No. It’s my neighbour, they hooked up with someone a couple of weeks ago and, well, the walls are remarkably thin and they’re… vocal. It’s like having a pair of mating Sehlats next door, you know, all grunts and shrieks. So yeah. No sleep and a crazy urge to knock myself out…”

McCoy has turned around, about halfway through your unstoppable outburst, and he’s definitely reached the limits of his composure now, because his eyebrows are in his hairline and he’s red all over. He opens his mouth and closes it again.

“Too much information?” you ask quietly, mortified to have blurted all that out to the doctor.

“Yeah. Little bit.” His voice is kind of gruff and his gaze is focussed absolutely on the monitor above the bed and not on you.

“Sorry. I just really need some shut-eye. I’m getting behind at work and I really don’t want to have to explain to Commander Spock why that is.”

“No I don’t imagine you do. Mind you, he had a Sehlat as a pet, so it’s possible he’d have some idea of what you’re dealing with.” He’s looking at you now with mirth in his eyes. You can’t decide what colour they are, but they’re pretty. “Well Y/L/N, your cortisol levels are raised and your blood pressure is a bit elevated. I can give you something that will put you out for tonight, but it’s not a long-term solution. Have you tried just asking them to keep it down?”

You sigh, “Yeah, I asked and they were apologetic, but it was all like ‘oh you know how it is when you get carried away in the heat of the moment.’” Fiddling with the slightly frayed cuffs on your academy sweater, you add, “you know what? I really don’t know.”

McCoy gives a noncommittal grunt, and you realise you’re on the verge of oversharing again. You’re not quite sure why your mouth keeps running away with you around McCoy, but you’re pretty certain that this wouldn’t happen with M’Benga.

“I guess we can deal with it tomorrow. I’ll go get you those meds.” He disappears in the direction of the supply closet, and you yawn and stretch thinking that ‘we’ sounds kind of nice. The bleeps and chirps of medbay machinery are kind of hypnotic after a while and you close your eyes just for a second.

The doctor comes back a couple of minutes later, brandishing a couple of hypos. But he stops short when he sees you keeled over on your side, legs still hanging off the side of the biobed, snoring gently. For a second he just looks at you, shaking his head, then he gently picks your legs up and puts them on the bed before covering you with a blanket.

Settling down in his office, he makes sure he can see across to your bed from behind his desk, just in case you might wake up disoriented or something. He quickly types out a message to Spock to excuse you from your shift tomorrow.

It’s the following evening and you find yourself raising procrastination to a fine art. You’ve kicked Sulu’s ass at dom-jot at least ten times, and lingered in the mess hall over your dinner for over an hour, before doing an extended workout in the gym. But eventually you can’t avoid going back to your quarters to find out what incredible vocal gymnastics your neighbour and their partner will manage tonight.

You decide to use some of your water credits and have a proper shower. Maybe if you can relax enough you can get to sleep before they start. Anything to avoid having to go back to Medbay. You could honestly have hugged Doctor McCoy for signing you off for the day, but you’re also mortified at the thought of what you told him, and you’re really not sure how you’ll ever look him in the eyes again.

You’re in comfy sweats, drying off your hair and it’s still mercifully quiet on the western front, when the door chime goes. To your surprise, McCoy is there leaning with one hand on the doorframe and holding a box under the other arm. He smiles a little hesitantly, looking at the towel in your hand. “Hey, did I come at a bad time?”

It turns out looking McCoy in the eyes is easy, they’re very pretty eyes after all. It’s stringing together a coherent sentence that’s hard. “Doctor! I was just… I wasn’t expecting… what are you…” You take a breath. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He straightens up and gestures into your quarters. “Is it okay if I come in? I have something for you.”

“Sure.” You step back, trying to ignore the fact that as he brushes past you, your palms have started to get all tingly. As he’s putting the box down on your tiny counter, you excuse yourself for a minute to blast your hair dry and attempt to make yourself a bit more presentable. It occurs to you that it didn’t really matter last night when you were wandering around Medbay, half crazy with sleep deprivation.

When you emerge, the doctor has perched on one of your stools, swinging gently from side to side, and is looking around your poky living space with interest. “So, Doctor McCoy I didn’t know you did house calls?”

Spinning around to face you, he grins. “Only for special cases. Anyway I’m off duty so this isn’t a house call, and you can stop with the ‘doctor’ business. It’s Leonard, or Len. Whichever.”

You plonk yourself down on the stool opposite Leonard. “Special cases huh?”

“Well, you’ve got to admit, you’ve got a pretty unique problem. And I did say I would try and help.” You stare at McCoy in disbelief. He’d said it, but you didn’t expect him to actually do anything.

He carries on, not noticing your surprise as he picks a couple of items out of the box. “So I talked to Scotty and gave me a pair of these to try. They’re industrial grade earplugs. But, since they block out so much noise, and you’ll be sleeping, hopefully, you’ll also need this.” He unpacks a thin plastic mat. “It’s an alert system, slips right under your pillow and connects to the ships computer to vibrate and wake you if there’s a red alert.” He swings from side to side again looking pleased with himself.

“You got these for me? You really didn’t have to Doc… Leonard,” you correct yourself, and he shrugs.

“It’s nothing darlin’. I mean if it stops you having to pilfer drugs from my supply closet in the middle of the night,” he says, teasing gently. “And also I might have done some research into those… uh… Sehlats.” A faint flush spreads across the doctor’s cheeks and a smile pulls at the corner of your lips.

“You did?”

“Yeah. You said they were loud, but goddammit that was something else! Chapel thought I was dying or something and practically battered down my office door. I… had some explaining to do.” You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh. McCoy looks up at you grinning again. “It might be funny to you, but I was the one who had to convince my head nurse that looking up mating Sehlats was legitimate medical research.” He shakes his head ruefully. “I’m not sure she believes me. But anyway, if that’s what you’re up against, some earplugs is the least I can do.”

The tingling feeling in your palms has spread to your stomach. You’re a little dumbfounded that he’s done all this for you, and your earlier urge to hug him has morphed into something else altogether. Together with the lingering sense of mortification, it makes you tongue-tied, and it’s all you can do to whisper some thanks.

A frown creases McCoy’s brow. “Are you okay Y/F/N? You’re awful quiet, at least compared to last night.” He studies you seriously, before clearing his throat. “I should be going anyway, don’t want to keep you up,” he offers gruffly, but you realise that’s the last thing you want.

“Leonard, don’t go.” He stills and you can feel his gaze on you even though you’re looking down at the counter. “Can you just forget ninety percent of what I said last night? I’m so embarrassed for oversharing like that.” You fiddle with the packet of the earplugs until a large hand places itself over yours and squeezes.

“Don’t feel awkward darlin’, I’ve heard so much worse.” He pauses for a second and you glance up to see him looking down at your joined hands thoughtfully before continuing, “I’ve got to be honest with you though, it kind of makes things a bit complicated. I’d really like to stay and I brought the fixings for hot chocolate McCoy family-style, in case you needed to unwind, but I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you because of your, uh… dry spell.”

He releases your hand and rubs the back of his neck. That pink tinge is back in his cheeks and for some reason it gives you the courage to blurt out, “If you stay, I was going to watch a holo. And hot chocolate sounds… really good.”

With his smile it’s like the tingling sensation in your stomach metamorphoses into full-grown butterflies the size of the Andorian giants in the lab. You agree on a movie, and McCoy makes the drinks. It turns out a generous slug of bourbon is the secret ingredient in his family recipe, and you can’t argue with how amazing it tastes.

You settle down on the couch, which is too small for you not to be pressed right up against each other given the size of the doctor’s frame. He sprawls his legs out in front of him, and stretches his arm out along the back of the cushion behind you. As you relax a bit with the idea of him, you lean in and he drops his hand to your shoulder.

You’re about half an hour through the film when you hear the sound of voices next door. You can feel yourself tense and so can McCoy as he glances down at you before pulling you a tiny bit closer and rubbing soft circles across your back with his thumb. “Thanks,” you mumble, breathing in deeply and finding some comfort in his warm clean smell.

But it’s not long before things start to escalate into a gradual crescendo from moans and panting into thumps, and groans and bitten off curses. “Did they make these damned walled out of paper,” McCoy mutters.

“I don’t know, but it gets worse.” You wince as the thumping becomes the rhythmic bang of furniture against the wall and the doctor’s eyebrow shoots up. This continues for what seems like an age, until it reaches a peak of full blown shouts and shrieks and one long drawn out scream.

“You weren’t kidding darlin’,” McCoy says, looking incredulously at the wall between your quarters and next door. “ I thought they were knocking through at one point.”

“Yeah, well that was round one. They might end up crashing through the wall before they’re done tonight. Though I doubt that would stop them.”

“So it’s like this all night?” He gets up to pour you both a glass of the neat bourbon.

You nod. “Every time I doze off, they’re ready to go again.” You attempt a grin at McCoy as he hands you the drink, “I mean you have to admire their stamina.”

“And I thought living with Jim in the academy was bad.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You should try the earplugs next time, see if they help.”

You turn your attention back to the holo, and curl in beside him. You have one hand pressed on his chest feeling the steady rise and fall, and his arm is wrapped around you with his hand absently trailing gentle strokes up and down your side. You feel his cheek resting on the top of your head and the gentle tickle of his breath in your hair.

It’s quiet for now, just the sound of the holo and McCoy’s breathing, until he inhales deeply and mumbles, “Y/F/N, your hair smells incredible darlin’.” You twist to look up at him and he’s got this soft kind of disbelieving expression on his face. Biting your lip, you look into his mossy eyes before tracing down the angles of his nose, to gaze at his full, slightly chapped lips. Hazily, you wonder how they would feel on yours. He swallows and you glance up, to see him equally fascinated by your mouth. Huffing a whiskey-scented breath he leans closer…

“Oh baby, YES! Just like that!”

You jump apart, startled by the shout from next door, which is followed by the sound of someone kicking the wall and the now familiar moans and groans quickly begin to build. “Goddammit!” McCoy hisses, running his hands through his hair. You look at each other and the moment has passed.

Quelling your disappointment, you get up and grab the packet of earplugs. “Guess it’s time to try these then.” The doctor is sat there looking thunderously at the wall. “Leonard?” you ask tentatively.

He hits pause on the holo and leaps to his feet, pacing towards you and back to the couch again a couple of times. All the while the volume of shrieks intensifies. Eventually he seems to have come to some kind of decision because he turns to you and grasps you by your shoulders. “Fuck the earplugs Y/F/N, this is goddamned ridiculous.” He plants a kiss on the top of your head before storming out the door.

Stunned, it’s a second before you gather your wits to follow him, and by then he’s outside your neighbour’s door, hand slamming on the door chime. There’s no appreciable reduction in the activity from inside and so McCoy mutters something incomprehensible before hammering a fist on the door.

Suddenly there’s silence.

He hammers again, this time following it by bellowing, “this is Doctor McCoy. It sounds like you’re in considerable pain in there. I need you to open the door for me so I can confirm your status.” He looks along the corridor at you and winks. He’s actually enjoying this, and judging by the heads poking out of doors further up the corridor, he’s not the only one.

When there’s still no sign of the door being opened, he hammers one more time. “I need you to open the door for me in ten seconds, or I’ll assume you’re incapacitated and I will use my medical override to gain access. Ten, nine, eight, seven…” he doesn’t even get to six before the door swishes open and your red faced neighbour is there wrapped in a sheet.

“Uh… Is there a problem Doctor?”

“Lieutenant Y/L/N and I were trying to enjoy a quiet evening with a movie and a drink, but it sounded like someone was having their limbs ripped off by a damned Gorn next door! Frankly I was expecting to find you splattered in bits around your quarters.” McCoy’s eyebrows are at full mast and your neighbour is looking a bit queasy.

“We’ll… try to keep it down in future, sir.”

The doctor scowls murderously. “You see that you do, or I’ll slap a curfew on your sorry asses so fast it’ll make your head spin. And I won’t give you the courtesy of a warning before using my override to do it. Dismissed.” You stifle a giggle at the sight of your neighbour attempting to stand to attention in their sheet, before McCoy spins on his heels and strides back to your door.

He grabs your hand and pulls you over to the couch to sit back down beside him. He knocks back the last of his bourbon and turns the holo back on. “So where exactly were we?” he asks gruffly as he slides his arms back around you and pulls you against the solid warmth of his chest.

“I believe I was gazing adoringly at you and hoping you’d kiss me.” You tilt your head up and grin as you feel a hand slide up your back to cradle the side of your face.

“Oh yeah, you were biting those pretty lips and I just wanted to taste them” he murmurs as he leans in. Heat pools in your stomach only to burst into fire in your veins as your lips meet. It’s slow at first, then you’re moving your mouths more desperately and you’re nipping at his pouty bottom lip with your teeth. He growls and presses harder, and you open your lips to his tongue. Somewhere in the back of your mind, as he shifts you both so that he’s half lying and you’re sitting across his lap, feeling sparks where his hand has slid up under your sweater to swirl lazy circles on the skin at the small of your back, you think this might be the best damn kiss you’ve ever had.

When you eventually come up for air, you press your fingers to your tingling lips and smile. McCoy grins back at you lazily and catches your hand, kissing the tips of each finger before placing it on his chest under his. “That’s better.”

“I can’t believe you actually did that. I mean are you allowed to use your override like that?”

The doctor looks wide-eyed with mock innocence. “I only threatened to use it. Though even the mountain of paperwork if I did use it would have been worth it darlin’.”

“You know I kind of feel a bit sorry for them,” you muse, resting your head against his shoulder. “I mean they’re pretty lucky to find someone who makes them feel that good.”

“You really never had that before huh?” McCoy’s voice rumbles through his chest, and you shake your head. “Well that’s a damned shame. Someone really ought to do something about that.”

It’s comfortable and warm in your Leonard cocoon, with his arms wrapped around you and your face buried in his neck, breathing in that soothing smell. You close your eyes just for a minute as you murmur your agreement.

“If you like, my legendary hands are at your disposal,” he adds with a chuckle, expecting you to laugh in return. “Y/F/N?” He peers down at you, but all he can see is the top of your head. “Y/L/N?” He feels a sigh of breath as you exhale, and the sound of a gentle snore. “Maybe next time,” he says smiling at the sound.

He shuffles carefully, trying to move you both into a more comfortable position without disturbing you until eventually he’s lying on the tiny couch with you on top of him. Then, with a rush of tenderness, he wraps his arms around you more securely and closes his eyes.

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Brighter than the sun (Part 9/10)

So this is the last part before the final chapter. It really is about to end.

Here you can find the last part

Warning: no warnings yet

Word count: 3356

Part: 9/10

Translations:

Доброе утро (Dobroye utro) - Good morning

моя маленькая (moya malen'kaya) - my little

мое солнышко (moye solnyshko) - my sunshine 

As you left Captain Kirk's quarter you were more than satisfied. Last night was more than just pleasing so was this morning. Both of you just agreed that this was the last time you would sleep together. Otherwise it would complicated your work together. So you left his quarter early to get some breakfast at one of the little cafes.

You took one of the seats at the front to watch the people on the outside. That was something you really liked, watching people doing their stuff. It was always amusing to see what people do when they thought no one is watching. All these strangers walking past the cafe without even look inside, probably rushing towards work. Then there appeared this very familiar face. Immediately you knocked at the window to get his attention. When he looked at you you waved him inside. After a few moments this person sat down in front of you and smiled at you.

“Доброе утро (Dobroye utro)!“ Hearing Russian again was strange but never did you forget how to speak it or what it meant. Pavel had been the perfect teacher.

“Доброе утро (Dobroye utro)! Hope you slept well.”

“Zank you. I zink you did. Saw you leaving wiz ze Keptin...” His voice lowered at the end and the smile on his face faded a little. You clearly saw his disappointment and hurt. And you felt it too.

“Pasha....” You started but he just shook his head.

“It's fine...I mean the Keptin is a good guy. Bet it was a good night for you.” The struggle to find the right words was eating you up. Why was this hurting him? You could clearly see that he wasn't happy about the fact that you slept with your captain. Was it possible that-?

“Pasha...are you...are you still...in love with...me?” The way he flinched was more than any word could say. Like it was on the night he first had told you about his feelings your heart clenched because of the hurt. Nothing has changed over the years. His feelings for you were still there. And again you hurt him with your actions. This time you haven't run away. No this time you stabbed him right into his heart with walking away with Kirk while he was watching.

“I hawe to go. Wanted to eat with Mr. Sulu and his family...” He stood up that instant and walked away. You wanted to grab his arm and make him stop but he was faster than you. So all you could do was watching him walk away. Shoulders hanging down. His eyes on the ground. And his heart obviously broken. Again. You felt awful. Again. You head sank into your hands. Deep breath should kept you from starting to cry. They helped but the thoughts didn't stop running trough your mind. And your heart. Your heart didn't stop to hurt so bad. What have you done wrong in your life that it was punishing you over and over again with hurting the man you called your friend for so long and who you held so dear in your heart?

The time passed while you were sitting there overthinking the whole situation. How much passed was unknown to you. You didn't raised your head when the waitress came over to ask if everything was alright and if you wanted more coffee. You didn't raised you head when some girl screamed because her dad surprised her with a big birthday gift. But you raise it when someone took the seat in front of you in silence.

You had to blink a few times to get a clear view because your eyes couldn't take the light after be closed for so long. But when it cleared you looked right into the face of Nyota Uhura. And of course next to her was sitting Commander Spock. A little smile appeared on your lips.

“Good morning, Commander! And good morning, Lieutenant!” you said in a friendly tone.

“Good morning, Lieutenant (Y/L/N)! Hope it is not outrageous of us that we just sat down without your permission.” Spock said and you were wondering when they asked you because you couldn't remember hearing someone talking to you.

“No, it's totally fine!” You smiled at both of them. As far as you knew the both of them had been a couple for a few years now. It was kind of strange to see a Vulcan like Spock being with a fierce and strong woman like Uhura. Therefore who else than Uhura could handle a man like Spock. Even though you barely knew both of them yet you knew that they were perfect for each other. You knew that they were soulmates, they were one of the few lucky people in this universe who found their perfect match. It was something that made you a little bit jealous.

“Why are you here all by yourself? Thought that Chekov would be by your side like he was the past day. He never stopped talking about you yesterday when you and the Captain talked.” Hearing Uhura say the name of your best friend made you flinch a little. You hoped that neither of them saw it.

“He was here briefly. But he was invited by Mr. Sulu and his family and I....I didn't wanted to interrupt.” It was such a lie and you knew it. They wouldn't feel that way and they wouldn't exclude you. Because you belonged to the Enterprise now.

Maybe you could try to lie to yourself but you couldn't lie to the both people sitting at your table. By the way both of them arched their eyebrows you could tell that they didn't bought your lie. Uhura looked from you at Spock and whispered something into his ear. He looked a little bit confused first but then he rose with nod and excused himself before leaving the cafe.

Uhura waited a few moments and watched her boyfriend walk away. Then she turned to you again. Her expression filled with worries.

“I know we don't know each other well yet....but is there anything you want to talk about, sweetheart?” You pressed your lips together until there was nothing left but a thin line. On the USS Robinson you haven't had a real good friend to talk about your problems. You had friends yes but your problems had always been your problems. In this years you missed your old friend Hannah. After your graduation the contact with her got lost. Once you two met when both of your ships stopped at the same planet. It was a nice reunion and a wonderful long evening with chatting and laughing. But after that you've never heard of her personally.

Now Uhura was looking at you, waiting for your answer. Offering a friendly ear. Acting like a friend would do. But was it right to talk to a nearly stranger about what is bothering you? You barely knew her so why should she care about the fact that you feel horrible about hurting Pavel again?

“It's totally fine if you don't want to talk about. I just want to let you know that I'm here for you. If you ever need someone to talk to. If you ever need a friend apart from Chekov. And if you want to we can talk about something different. Just to clear your mind.” She smiled at you warmly. It was such a kindness that you couldn't decline it.

“If it's okay I would like to take a walk.” With another smile she nodded and left the cafe along with you. You walked a few meters in silence. Just took your surrounding area in. When you just passed a little park like area you couldn't keep silent anymore.

“You know he and I became close friends at the Academy straight from the beginning. Even though he started a year later than me and was so much younger.” You knew that you didn't have to say his name to make Uhura understand who you were talking about. “He made me laugh all the time. He was still a child back then and of course he acted like one. But he always managed to take my mind off if necessary. He was one of the few who knew that I had such a fear of test and exams and he was one of the even fewer ones who were able to take this from me.” He'd always calmed you in a way that you couldn't explain. It was like he'd went inside you and just cut it out. No one ever had managed to get you as calm as he'd done.

“On the day before my finals he gave me this little matryoshka as a lucky charm. It was the sweetest thing I've ever got. I still have it. Gives me luck all the time when I need it.” The thought of this little wooden figure made you smile.

“That's really a sweet gesture of him.”

“It is.” Suddenly your smile was fading. You thoughts got to the day of your exams. To the party that night. To the kiss. And to the first time he told you what you really meant to him. And then to just a few hours ago when you broke it again. The thought about it made your heart ache again.

“(Y/N), what happened between yesterday and now?” She wasn't stupid. She knew that what ever was up with you had to do with Pavel. But wasn't it too private, too intimate to talk with her about it? Being totally honest to yourself you knew that you had to get this of your chest.

So you took a deep breath and then a second one before you spitted out what was killing you inside. “I slept with the captain.” You didn't need to look at her to see her confused expression. You could feel it.

“But wh-” She started but the the realization hit her and a surprised sound escaped her throat. “He is in love with you!” And there it was again. The reality that made it so hard for you to breath. That made your heart ache like never before. Hearing it from someone else, someone who wasn't actually involved in this mess, was even harder. And even though you tried really hard you couldn't stop your tears this time. You couldn't swallow them anymore so you gave in and let them running down your face.

Uhura didn't hesitated and took you in her arms. With soft and steady strokes she petted the back of your head. But she didn't say anything, knowing that you just needed this comfort right now. You didn't know how long the two of you were standing there with you crying in her arms but when your tears were dried up and your sobs stopped, you slowly got out of her embrace.

“You feel better now?” She asked softly with a kind smile on her lips. All you could do was to nod. Didn't really trust your voice. “Good! You wanna talk about it a little more?” You could hear it in her voice that she didn't want to put on some pressure just wanted to make sure you know that she was there for you. Again you nodded and pointed to a bench nearby to sit down. It took you some minutes to finally be able to speak again.

“He confessed to me at the party after my finals. I was so surprised and shocked that I ran away. Right into the bed of someone else. As I now know in the arms of James T. Kirk. Even though after a few days we talked again and he said he was okay I knew he wasn't. I broke his heart into tiny little pieces back then. And yesterday I slept with the captain again and he saw us walking away. I haven't told him but he knew what happened. I...I wasn't aware of the possibility that he may still have feelings for me. Again I broke his heart in such a brutal way. It wasn't my intention. He doesn't deserve this.”

“No he doesn't. But maybe if you explain everything to him....maybe he understands. Maybe he just needs time.”

“Haven't been 5 years enough time?” A heavy sigh. “I tried to explain it to him but that was when he got up and left. Saying he needed to get to Sulu. I was so happy to have him back. Now I'm back to the point where we parted. And it hurts. It hurts so bad.”

“Give him some time and then talk to him again. Tell him how you feel about this whole situation. I know that he will understand.” She was right. Maybe some days of rest will be what he need and then you two could talk properly about everything.

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It's been two weeks since the birthday party of Kirk. Two weeks you haven't had the chance to talk to Pavel. Both of you were quite busy. While the whole crew had to stay on Yorktown while your ship was rebuild, Starfleet had occupied you with different tasks. You for yourself had helped to get  a specific map of Altamid and the nebula around it. They wanted a map that was as detailed as possible. Sadly all your records were destroyed along with the Enterprise. So it took longer as you wished but it was all possible.

It was the first day you got off after working for nearly two weeks straight. You thought it was time to treat yourself with something really nice so you decided to get you some of the famous Ice Cream Shop here at Yorktown with thousand of flavors. After you got some scoops of strawberry, coffee and licorice flavored ice cream you decided to sit down on a bench in the park and enjoy your day.

“(Y/N)?” You heard someone calling your name. Quickly you looked around to find the person to the voice. And as your eyes found the  person your heart skipped a beat. It was the first time since two weeks that you saw Pavel again. He stood a few feet away, a shy smile on his lips and an ice cream in his hand. You missed seeing him. And he looked good in this black shirt with a jeans jacket and the tight black jeans.

“привет (Privet), Pasha!“ You said and smiled at him. “Wanna sit down?” With a quick nod he took the last few steps to you and sat down next to you.

“Seems like we had ze same idea.” He pointed to your ice cream and laughed a little bit. You couldn't help but had to grin a little bit.

“Just not with the flavors. What did you got? Chocolate, lemon and....looks like the rest of green apple?”

“I'm impressed. What have you? Strawberry and what are these others?”

“Coffee and licorice!” When you saw him contract his brows you offered him your ice cream. “Wanna taste? It's really delicious!” He hesitated but then he bend forward and rolled out his tongue to take a taste of each flavor. The satisfying sound that came out of him sent shivers down your spine. It seemed like he enjoyed the taste very much.

“You're right. It is delicious!” He looked into your face and smiled softly. “I've missed you. Sorry that I was so busy this last week.”

“I was busy too, so it wasn't all on you. Starfleet can't see us having too much free time I guess.” Both of you started laughing. “But I've missed you too.” A few minutes passed without anybody saying anything. Both of you were searching for the right words. Speaking for yourself you were quite nervous. You were thinking a lot lately about what happened between you two. Every time you started to think about Pavel a warm feeling spread through your body. Sometimes you even got the feeling that you could feel him beside you with all his love.

Pavel was the first one who found his voice again. He dropped his ice cream and looked on the ground. “Listen...about two weeks ago...I'm sorry that I run. And that I kind of made you feel bad even though I didn't have the right to.”

Instantly you shook your head. He was wrong about that. “I'm sorry. Actually I should have considered your feelings. I should have noticed what you still feel for me.” You looked at him waiting for him to look at you too. He was biting his lip and fight with himself. You could clearly see that. And you wanted to calm him somehow. “So many girls that fancy you and you still have eyes for me. I'm feeling overwhelmed. No one ever was this stubborn like you, моя маленькая (moya malen'kaya) Pasha!” Playfully you nudged him at his side. He couldn't help up started to grin and turned to you.

“You're someone really special, мое солнышко (moye solnyshko). Too bad for the others who don't see that.”  His eyes met yours and this time you couldn't help put smile at him. And your heart just made a little jump at the nick name he gave you. Just by this you could tell what you meant for him.

“Yea too bad for them.” Slowly you reached out to lay your hand on his. Your smile grew bigger as he turned his hand to close it over yours. “We're still best friends?”

“Nozing in zis life could change that. Even not if you and the keptin are dating.” You couldn't help but laughing. Was he really thinking you and Kirk are actually dating.

“Oh dear, no. Jim and I aren't dating. It was a one time thing.” It was better to not tell him that the two of you hooked up back at the time at the Academy. Not yet. “He is just our captain for me on duty. Off duty he became a friend. Haven't I told you years ago that our dads have been friends for years? It kind of rubbed off on us.” Now he was also started laughing. This tension between you just loosened. Gladly.

“Except I bet your dads didn't had sex vith each other.” You burst into a loud laugh a long with him. Now you had an image in your head you never ever wanted to have.

You sat there together, finishing your ice cream and talking. All the time you didn't let go of his hand. You didn't know why you couldn't let go but to be honest you didn't want to. He was stroking your hand with his thumb an calmed you with that. As you finished your ice cream you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. His scent got into your nose and it was like it flicked a switch in your head. As you were calm and all by yourself in your thoughts, your thoughts were now spinning around Pavel. Not just himself but the both of you in bed. Naked. A bright blush lit up your face. Why did you suddenly had such thoughts about Pavel?  And why did they arouse you so much?

Pavel never stopped stroking you hand but he got you out of your thoughts by raising his voice again. “You want to walk a little bit? My feet are slowly falling asleep.” Quickly you sat up and nodded.

“I'd love to!” Immediately you stood up, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart and get rid off the heat on your cheeks, before you turned around to smile at him. He stood up with a smile on his face. When you started to walk he took your hand again. And again a warm feeling spread through your body and calmed you. A feeling like home.

[bluering8]

do the fandom ask thing for all the versions of star trek you've seen

So that’s… TOS and TNG then (we could also countnu!Trek/AOS but… let’s not count nu!Trek/AOS).

I’ve also seen Two Whole Episodes of Voyager (the one where B’Elannagot split into her human and klingon halves because that’s how species works inStar Trek I guess, and the one where Doctor McHologram wrote a story andeveryone was real mad about how they were portrayed in his story so they wrotea story where he sexually harassed his patients because that’s how solvinginterpersonal problems works in Star Trek I guess) but I don’t think that’senough to Count.

the first character Iever fell in love with:

TOS: Spock.

TNG: Data!

a character that Iused to love/like, but now do not:

TOS: Uhhh probably Spock also? It’s not that I dislike him now so much as I’ve justkind of lost interest in him as a character. I find vulcans to be pretty boringoverall. I adore serious-businessstoic characters, but usually what I love about them is that they’re just assilly as everyone else, only in different ways. You don’t get that withvulcans, they’re like obsessively solemn and take themselves too seriously atall times.

TNG: Oh, definitely Wesley. I quite liked him for the firstcouple of episodes, and then things degenerated rapidly and now I’m at thebitch-eating-crackers level of he doesn’t even need to do anything wrongbecause I’m willing to take his mere existence as a personal insult.

a ship that I used tolove/like, but now do not:

Uhhh I don’t know man, I haven’t spent enough time aroundTrek fandom to get jaded on any of the ships yet.

my ultimate favouritecharacter™:

TOS: God, I don’t know. I don’t feel mad super passionatelyabout any of the TOS cast. Scotty? Scotty’s fun, I like him okay I guess.

TNG: DATA!! My boy, my son, my cinnamon roll, my perfectwish-fulfilment character because who doesn’twant to be an autistic robot man with super strength and a job he loves and apet cat and a dorky boyfriend??

prettiest character:

TOS: Uhura, absolutely.

TNG: Depending on how you define “prettiest”… Tasha Yar isabsolutely the most attractivecharacter, she could break both my arms and I would thank her for the privilege.Geordi is probably the nicest to look at,there’s something so utterly pleasing about the proportions of his face. He isShaped Like A Friend. (Special mentions go to Data and Picard, who have thebest noses on the ship. Neither of them have particularly fantastic noses, butI have to take what I can get where I can find it. Where are all my big-nosedbeauties, this show is not catering to my aesthetic preferences and I feel personallyattacked by this.)

my most hatedcharacter:

TOS: Again, I just don’t feel mad super passionately aboutany of the TOS cast. Who don’t I even like? This is the sound of me realising I’veforgotten like 90% of TOS.

TNG: It’s cliché to hate Wesley, but… guys, I really hateWesley. Also I kind of dislike Troi a lot. Apparently she gets better later on,and I’m not yet at the stage where I loathe her utterly and there’s nothing shecan do to redeem herself, so maybe hopefully one day I will stop dislikingTroi? That’d be neat.

my OTP:

Data/Geordi. That’s it, that’s the ship.

Uh you know what, also Odo/Quark. I don’t know fuckinganything about DS9 but I follow enough people who care about the goolawman/trashgoblin bartender ship that I accidentally started caring about italso. They’re horrible gross jerks who hate each other and they should getmarried so they can go around being horrible and gross and hating each otherfor the rest of eternity please and thank you.

my NOTP:

I don’t really… care enough about shipping to dislikeanything. Data/Yar maybe? I don’t enjoy this ship based entirely on twocharacters having fucked once under the influence of Weird Space Drugs, whichYar then indicated she very much regretted and would not have done sober.

favourite episode:

TOS: I… can’t really remember any fuckin’ TOS episodes. Orlike, I can remember them, but I can’t remember how I felt about them (and myfeelings would certainly have changed by now given that it’s been years).

TNG: S03E10 (The Defector)!! I loved the oneshot NPC and Ienjoyed the plot a lot and I got very emotionally invested in everything whichhappened. I’ve already talked about this hereand here sowe’ll move quickly on before I accidentally another outpouring of love for RomulanDefector Guy and his character arc.

saddest death:

TOS: Spock! The impact was kind of dulled because I knew he’dbe coming back, but it’s still that moment which really really drives home so fucking hard just how much Spock andKirk mean to each other. There’s something so fucking glorious about a death scene where all a person can do is sit andwatch helplessly.

TNG: Am I allowed to say Jarok? Am I allowed to care about aoneshot NPC so much that I consider his death to be the most tragic thing inthe series so far? It’s not so much that I’m sad he died, just that… you havethis character who’s betrayed the planet he loves, he’s lost his familyforever, he’s given up everything,and he thought he could live with that because he did it all for a Cause andnow he learns that it was all a lie and he really did it all for nothing? Likeouch, yeah, just pull my still-beating heart out of my chest and fucking step on it. And then like, hedies because that’s the simplest way to tie up his plotline and you never haveto think about him again and Okay Then.

Other than that, Data’s death was Very Sad because I love myrobot son. Yar’s death was not really sadbut it was Upsetting because god dammit Yar deserved better!! She was too coolto get randomly offed by Goo Man, this is bullshit.

favourite season:

TOS: I think Iremember S02 being particularly good? Who Knows man.

TNG: I. Argh. Fuckign. I’m going to say S03 because it wasthe one I watched most recently and like, a “season” is a really big shape, Ican’t hold shapes that big in my tiny meat brain. But this one had RomulanDefector Guy and Q being de-Q’d and Data having non-drugged sex and Datagetting kidnapped then attempting to shoot his kidnapper to death thentransparently bullshitting Riker when asked about it, and those were all thingsI enjoyed happening. But then S02 also had a lot of things I really enjoyedhappening?? I don’t fucking know, my guy.

least favouriteseason:

Instead of answering this question I spun my chair incircles singing along to Charmless Manand I suggest you do the same. Seasons are really big and there’re a lot ofthings which happen in them!! I don’t have the memory for that sort of thing.

character thateveryone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

I… don’t really hang around in the fandom enough to knowwhat the general opinion of the characters is, I just sit here in my own littlecorner and enjoy myself.

my “you’re a piece oftrash, but you’re still a fave” fave:

Q!! Also Lore. My faves are always trash, loving Data asmuch as I do is very unusual for me.

my “beautifulcinnamon roll who deserves better than this” fave:

D A T A!!

my “this ship iswrong, nasty, and it makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it”ship:

I… can’t think of anything. That’s weird, I usually hitbedrock on Problematic™ ships within the first fifteen minutes and spend therest of the show attempting to dig myself Even Deeper. Uh, does Bruce Maddox’screepily transparent crush on Data count? I think that should count.

my “they’re kind ofcute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested” ship:

TOS: Spirk! It’s a good ship, I enjoy it, they shouldtotally get married, but you won’t catch me lying awake at 3am staring at theceiling and gently weeping to myself over how much I want these dumbmotherfuckers to just kiss already.

TNG: Data/Q. I’m not sure whether or not anyone else shipsit, but watching S03E13 (Deja Q) convinced me that it’d be cute. They both havean outsider’s perspective on humanity, Data’s patient and forgiving enough todeal with Q’s feather-ruffling bullshit and would generally be a calminginfluence on him I think, and if you take lifespan disparity into account thisis probably the least depressing ship for either of them.

[perankotekru]

Our babes~

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

who hogs the duvet: tev bc she’s always cold. in every ship ever tev hogs the duvetwho texts/rings to check how their day is going: tev just shows up in his office...because it’s like two meters awaywho’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: t e v. she plans out that shit months in advance, but len has very genuine giftswho gets up first in the morning: not tev bc she needs her “““““““ beauty sleep”””””””who suggests new things in bed: tev the kinky fuckerwho cries at movies: we all know len & tev both cried while watching the notebook dont deny it len who gives unprompted massages: lenwho fusses over the other when they’re sick: they both fuss over each other, as they both claim ‘they’re fine’ and ‘not sick’who gets jealous easiest: i think they both probably would get jealous who has the most embarrassing taste in music: who collects something unusual: len probably, unless you count shoes a collectiblewho takes the longest to get ready: TEV IN A LANDSLIDE TEVwho is the most tidy and organised: tev she keeps her room immaculate, but len also keeps his fairly cleanwho gets most excited about the holidays: len because v’tosh ka’tur don’t really have holidays but also tev spending her first actual christmas with len give i t to m ewho is the big spoon/little spoon: they switch who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: len for sports but tev will throw the board in monopolywho starts the most arguments: lbr probably tevwho suggests that they buy a pet: they have a pet tribble in the medbay. its full name is ‘you’re in deep tribble’what couple traditions they have: does working double shifts together count?what tv shows they watch together: tev watches reality tv. keeping up with the cardassians, but she’ll watch lens’ shows with him if it means they can snuggle & she can fall asleep with him what other couple they hang out with: probably jim & spock ok how they spend time together as a couple: whenever either is off shift, they’re probably togetherwho made the first move: tev & her flirty asswho brings flowers home: lenwho is the best cook: probably len 

[elizabethrobertajones]

I'm a petty bitch but I don't like how Cas embraced Jack way more sweeter and gentler than Dean

Hey, don’t use such harsh words on yourself

I think we’re sort of meant to feel this way, for a couple of reasons. 

Firstly, the Cas is back reaction was mostly on Dean and then contrasting Dean to Sam’s reaction etc, so it was a very Winchester POV moment. Because Dean and Sam’s reaction to Cas drama has been tested and compared for years… I think the Cas possessed by Lucifer stuff was the first time it was specifically ABOUT their reactions rather than just taking it for granted there was a difference although 11x01 starts off the DeanCas thread we’re on now in the aftermath of the Mark and the resulting (spiralling) issues with Cas and Dean singled out in attention in that quick phone call, and it’s been getting worse from there, obviously cycling up into the Cas’s death stuff where the difference is inescapable. Dean was given the huge emotional lead in to the hug while Sam was already being treated differently in his reaction before they started hugging. 

I think in that context there had to be a balance of Sam and Dean’s hugs in that moment, and Cas’s reaction was more muted because he’s working on some different threads, including still thinking at that point the Winchesters brought him back but also aaall his issues from last season are at least hovering around still if not directly affecting him. I mean who knows, maybe he feels embarrassed Lucifer got him :P I’ve had some people explain now (check the notes here) they think Cas is potentially literally altered or they’re adjusting to having theorised he might be and obviously more critical of his behaviour in case it is betraying something, but I really don’t like taking just random actor behavioural cues to mean anything drastic has changed with their character without the story backing it up as more than just a thing happening in that moment with the portrayal… 

Since I never thought 12x23 broadcast anything strange happening to Cas with the AU and there’s been no reason broadcast this season to make us suspect Cas is anything other than himself - regardless of other issues it is our core main continuous Cas on screen when we’re meant to be seeing Cas - I’m continuing to just chillax and watch it as if Cas is Cas and nothing is WRONG wrong with him until proven otherwise. So if there’s anything about his reactions in that scene it’s probably down to the Empty unsettling him (he’s having memories of it which include the ghost-like fade out of himself which makes me feel like the complete cessation of his Self has shaken him, as it would anyone really, since we didn’t see him ghost-like fade out into darkness IN the Empty, so that’s his memory/impression/FEELING of what it was like) or there’s just the obvious ongoing issues with the Winchesters, which the Empty reminded us of very very loudly, and he’s obviously not telling them the contents of that discussion, because it went as far as warning him about who he loves, which is them, so, awkward, or to make a Destiel reading there, aaaaaawkwaaaaard. 

Secondly with Jack, again I think it is somewhat more about how Jack feels because we had the whole first half of 13x01 with him searching for Cas and the only thing he knew, the compulsion/idea he woke up with when he was born was that he had to find Cas so Cas would protect him. He was then thrown into an emotional grinder for 5 episodes, and now he’s juuust about settling in learning the Winchester way, but Sam and Dean are neither of them suitable guides in the way Cas accidentally signed himself up for in 12x19 with that rousing speech about looking after Jack properly. 

So it sort of marks the end of Jack’s search, and Jack reached out for Cas because he missed him, and, unknowingly, Cas dragged himself back to life because of Jack, and again unknowingly, FOR Jack, but now he’s here, and Jack needs him. I suspect this will all get more critical of the “angels are watching over you” bond because that’s NOT a good phrase and I’ve been using it as my Mary to the guys (in the 2x13/5x13 dramatic irony context) and Cas to the Winchesters tag in season 12, but now I think it is very much about Cas’s issues with being a guardian angel, which were laid bare in 12x19 when he explained his motivations. 

Jack is someone who genuinely *needs* Cas in a way Dean protests they don’t in 12x19. He (and Sam) want Cas to be an equal in their family, and for them to fight together and to share in their troubles. Cas perpetually takes on these burdens to protect them (like Lucifer in 11x10 as well) and it’s not healthy, to the degree that I think it’s being called out and deconstructed on the same level the codependency has been addressed in recent seasons. In season 12 there was a lot of build up to this and I think this is how it’s paying out - in Cas’s part of what Jack means, mirrors or represents is a bond which is separate from his original TFW bonds so it can be critiqued or stretched or even temporarily broken at some point, in order to be practically a case study… Or else at the very least to take the weight off of him having to guard the Winchesters as their pet angel, which is a terrible arrangement. 

Jack’s shaken up all their dynamics, but it’s fascinating to me just to have their reunion because of course it’s important - it’s been what Jack asked for in the opening word of the season, and Jack’s been the reason why everything has happened for a while, including both Cas’s death and resurrection. Cas as well has had the whole arc coming back to them, and he’s never MET Jack properly before and it’s the core relationship to all of this nonsense in the opening part of the season because it’s the strangest part of it all and has the most baggage before they even meet. 

Now Cas and Jack have met, things of course went wrong and now things are being tested for Cas… He’s still integral and core to the story so I’m not surprised there’s been a huge focus on him and Jack at all. Especially as because he was dead all the stuff so far about Cas in the main part of the story has been Dean intensely missing Cas, so it’s been one-sided for Dean, and Dean’s reaction to Cas being back is the flipside of that, while Cas didn’t get a whole huge thing about mourning Dean, so despite being back from death, he doesn’t have the same bundle of exposed nerves Dean has about the entire thing because he didn’t go through the same trauma but about Dean. 

Eurgh, I don’t know, there’s such a weird sense of rivalry about Jack being introduced to the dynamic, I don’t know if you and others and just pinging the idea subconsciously or if I’m missing wank about it because my dash is nice, but first people were worried he was replacing Cas, now you’re feeling jealous on Dean’s behalf… I think Jack can be integrated into the family and he’s got his OWN relationships with their own reasons and motivations that aren’t taking away or overriding anyone else. 

I was thinking about how Dean had a shoulder grab for Jack in 13x04 just to stop and warn him not to talk and blow their cover (and called him “spock” which may suit Cas more than him >.>) and then of course Cas and Jack had shoulder-holding moments. I think that in no way overrides Cas and Dean’s shoulder language, just like Dean or Lucifer using shoulder grabbing as power plays in various dynamics (5x04 and 11x11 for Lucifer, 12x16 against Mick for Dean for examples) changes what the shoulder grab  means between Dean and Cas, because their specific language of it has been erotically charged since 4x01 and all of season 4 really. It’s something that has its own particular meaning and feeling, but at the same time you can loop back around to it as a bond of trust, and that can’t be never used again by other characters on the show ever. I’m sure Sam or Dean have done it to each other, or Bobby to them or some random thing like that. Things can branch off, just like how the “crypt scene” parallels have turned into a fractal of meanings. 

I think we (as a general commentary, not you specifically anon) might just have too rigid readings of the show, that we can’t allow for things to mean different things than what we originally interpret. Some of that might be because it’s like… hostile interpretation, where it’s us against the show and against people who hate meta and think it’s bollocks for one reason or another. If we get a strong dictionary of  meanings going and then something contradicts it, the response is backlash rather than intellectual curiosity, and being accused of being wrong, instead of being able to ask why things are different, or to build elaborate pictures where we have room for things to stretch and for the stories to grow and change. 

Anyway it is just a knee jerk response you have so I don’t think you should blame yourself, but I hope you can have a more open mind and think about if the show WANTS you to knee-jerk react and just in a fandom context it feels way too important and overkill while general audience are still floundering around like “but there was no hello dean!” which is the real and only sentiment the writing may have been trying to leave a lasting impression over or something :P

[janeykath318]

Broken Shackles 7

Jim buckled down and applied himself to study for the next few days. The sample test he did showed he wasn't that far behind, but his advanced math and science needed some brushing up. He'd done his best to keep his mind sharp during his years as a slave, but generally algebra was not used much in his work for the masters. 

Between Spock's and Amanda's tutoring, he found himself picking it up again rapidly. During the hot parts of the day, he'd stay in and study, and in the mornings and evenings he'd help with various chores. Life had begun to fall into a routine again and Jim actually liked it. Existence wasn't loathsome anymore. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately, this easy rhythm was disrupted by the arrival of the representatives from Starfleet. He'd just finished working out some equations with Spock when Sarek returned home with a couple of strangers in tow, both in Starfleet uniforms. Jim hardly noticed this host family tactfully withdraw while he was busy sizing up the visitors. The older man was clearly Captain Pike, judging by the rank stripes and authoritative air about him. Something seemed vaguely familiar, but Jim couldn't put his finger on what it was. The younger man looked highly uncomfortable and was already sweating, in addition to looking slightly green. Poor guy obviously had been dragged down here against his will, Jim thought sympathetically. He couldn't deny, it was nice to see non-hostile humans again, but he stayed on his guard lest they try to lure him to their side. "James Kirk?" Captain Pike asked. "Yes, sir." Jim answered warily. "And you are.....?"

The other man seemed to be assessing him with a look, hazel eyes trained on him. Jim was used to being looked up and down by speculative buyers, but this wasn't that kind of look. "I'm Chris Pike and this is Dr. Leonard McCoy and we don't want anything from you, only to verify your existence and talk to you a little bit. I brought the doctor along in case you needed medical care, much to his dismay." Jim turned to the uncomfortable looking man and stuck out his hand. "Vulcan not your style, doc?" He asked, with a more friendly grin than he'd offered the Captain. The poor guy looked like he could use a drink, but he shook Jim's hand amicably. "No." He muttered. "Hot enough to boil my blood. But it's the shuttle ride that did me in. I have severe aviophobia--fear of dying in something that flies. I warned the Captain I'd probably throw up on him, but he made me come anyway. Do you know how dangerous those things are?" Jim's eyes widened as the deep grumbling drawl went on about eyeballs bleeding and probabilities of suffocation. He could hear Pike give an exasperated sigh behind them. "And yet, you joined Starfleet?" He said, somewhat amusedly, thinking he already liked this man a lot. The doctor made a face. "Nasty divorce left me with nothing but my bones. Figured I might as well give other planets a try since the ex made life on earth so miserable. Speaking of miserable, you look like you haven't seen a good meal since Hector was a pup." His sharp doctor eyes roamed over Jim's still very lean figure again. He shrugged. "Trust me, Dr. Nothing-but-your-Bones, It was a whole lot worse when I was brought here two weeks ago. The Ambassador and his wife have been very hospitable and make sure I eat regularly. I'm not used to that, so it takes reminding." Pike was frowning at this. "Where have you been all this time, Jim? You've been missing for a decade and most people gave you up for dead." "Thanks to my loving stepdad selling me, I've been on Orion used as a unpaid whore for a rich merchant's wife and then working as a slave herding cattle on a giant farm on this backwater planet that's a hotbed for disgusting living conditions that Starfleet blatantly ignores with all the dilithium they bribe you with." Jim's cool response was just short of hostile when he'd finished, staring with pointed suspicion at Pike, who looked suddenly much older. "Oh." Was all he said for a minute, locking eyes with Dr. McCoy in a serious silent communication. Then he swore and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry, Jim. I knew Frank was a bastard, but I deluded myself into thinking Winona would have had better sense than to leave you with him. I.....promised your father I'd watch out for you if anything happened to them and I failed. I shouldn't have given up so quickly, Jim."   The sincere regret in his eyes calmed Jim somewhat, but years of pain and bitterness weren't going away overnight. "Yeah, well, don't even waste your breath trying to get me to go back there or join Starfleet to be a poster child for them. You've got corrupt officers that are allowing a lot of innocent beings to be trafficked and treated like animals, worse than animals in many cases. Why would I want to join such an organization? Instead of graduating high school, I was giving out "pleasure!!!"" He nearly spat the last few words with the force of his resentment. "I'm certainly not going to try a recruitment pitch on you right now, Jim," Pike said, trying to placate Jim with his calm tones and not show the horror he was feeling at imagining a teenage kid being treated like that. "I can understand why you'd hate our guts. I never imagined something like this would happen." Jim snorted. "Of course not. Who ever thought George Kirk's son would end up sold as a slave to a Federation member planet where it's supposed to be banned?" "And I thought MY life was a mess," the doctor said under his breath. "Hey, kid. Before you burst a blood vessel, can I do a quick scan, make sure you're not carrying some alien disease like Cardassian Pox or Andorian shingles? Stuff's nasty. Makes your eyeballs bleed if you don't catch it in time. Who knows what you could have picked up out there? Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence." Rather than becoming further irritated, Jim found himself smiling and assenting to the grouchy doctor's request, sitting down on a cushion while a medical scanner was waved in front of him. He was trying his best to ignore Pike, who had an expression of sadness and disgust (not at Jim) on his face.   "Well, you're deficient in iron, calcium, magnesium, and a whole list of other stuff, but that's to be expected." Dr. McCoy said at last. "Nothing that proper meals and supplements won't cure. Remarkable for the conditions you were in." Jim hid his own relief with a cynical laugh. "Oh, I don't have any of THOSE issues, Bones. I can assure you of that. They were very careful to keep me in optimal health on Orion, being a prize pet and all." The doctor's face was a comical mixture of dismay and incredulity. "What did you just call me?" He asked in disbelief. Jim smiled again. "It's your new nickname, Bones. I've decided we're going to be great friends, even if you are stuck in Starfleet." "Bones" sighed and Pike shook his head, glad to see Jim still had that Kirk charm. After all this mostly uncomfortable conversation, Jim was incredibly grateful to see Spock enter the room and inform them that dinner was prepared. He eagerly followed her graceful figure to the dining room, secretly admiring how fetching those deep blue robes were on her. He bet Starfleet didn't have anyone like her in their ranks.

[captainjimsexypantskirk]

Not Without You

Rating: Adult, Explicit, Mature

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Spock, Uhura, Bones

Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he proves how much he needs her.

Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS

Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.

tags: @yourtropegirl

Not Without You

“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you needed assistance.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N” Kirk’s voice sounded and you felt a small sense of security. “Can you abandon the craft?” He asked, you could almost hear a crack in his voice. You looked out the window and frowned, there was no way.

“No Captain, I can’t. Can you beam me back?” As soon as you finished the sentence one of the engines blew. “I lost the left engine captain!” You yelled and looked behind you, there were oxygen tanks sitting like little ticking time bombs. “Captain…I have four tanks of oxygen on board with me.” You said and you heard silence for a moment.

“Why the hell didn’t they take the damn oxygen?!” You hear the grumpy voice of the chief medical officer and you smiled slight.

“They had plenty. I think I may be able to get back if the second engine.” You watched your screens with suddenly the other engine blew and the shuttle started to spin rapidly towards the plants.

“Enterprise!” You yelled again and you heard Jim, your boyfriend yelling.

“Beam her out of there now! Get her back on this ship! “

“I am trying captain; the shuttle is moving so fast!” You heard Chekov yell and you took a deep breath. You closed the glass barrier between you and the passenger section behind you and waiting.

“Jim.” You started, trying to not sound scared as you and the shuttle fell to your death.

“Don’t you dare start. GET HER OFF THAT DAMN SHUTTLE!” He yelled and you sniffed hard, looking at the scanners and screens. The shuttle suddenly started to announce your distance to the planet.

“1000 Meters till impact” You looked out the window at the rocky cliffs you were falling towards.

“Damnit Y/N I will get you don’t worry” He said, you heard the doubt in his voice. Even he knew it was over. You gripped the arms of your seat and sat down.

“500 Meters, 400 meters” The ship continued and you closed your eyes.

“Jim!” You yelled and braced yourself for impact.

“GOT HER!” There was a yell and you felt the tingle that came from beaming. Was it real? As the ship was about to hit the surface, you were pulled into the transporter pad on the enterprise.

You watched members of the crew in front of you in shock and heard the line cut off from the shuttle. You had nearly died. Uhura was the first to reach you, she pulled you off the pad and towards med bay, Spock was right behind you.

“Regulation states you need an immediate exam, the Captain will be with you in a moment” He spoke gently as Uhura and himself took you down to medical.

“My god, it is good to see you kid” Bones said when you arrived. You smiled soft and moved to hug him. He had been your mentor and like a brother ever since you were assigned to the ship, but the hug still shocked him.  

“Next time I am about to die, don’t question what is on the ship” You joked and he chuckled before patting your back.

“Get on the damn bed. Jim will want to see you soon.” He said and you listened, sliding onto the bed. Your hands were shaking as he examined you. No matter how hard you tried to grip your own hands, or the hem line of your uniform they shook.

“Hey. You are alright. You are safe on this ship.” Bones whispered and you laughed soft.

“Never thought you would say that” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“There is no helping you. I am taking you off duty for a couple of days to regroup. Then come down here and we will see if that tremor is still there. Now get out of my medbay” He said and walked away. You rolled your eyes and stood, slowly making your way to your quarters.

Once you got there, you expected the dark room to be empty but you heard someone clear their throat. You slowly turned on the lights, letting them go from off to dim which exposed Jim who was sitting on the edge of your bed. He sniffed and rubbed his face, not looking at you yet.

“Jim?” You asked. You had never seen him sad, or emotional. He was always strong, optimistic, and cocky.

“Don’t go alone ever again. Don’t scare me like that ever again” He whispered and you moved to sit by him, placing a hand on his back. “I know our relationship is new, and I know that this might be overwhelming, but I can’t have you risk your life again. I can’t” His voice was soft and vulnerable. You slowly wrapped an arm around him and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I won’t, but I am right here. It is okay.” You whispered as you tried to comfort the man next to you.

“No, it isn’t” He whispered in response and turned to look at you. His eyes were filled with tears, and his cheeks were blotchy as if he had just finished crying.

“Jim, I am okay, so it is okay” You assured him and he shook his head. He looked at your eyes for a moment before straightening his back and touching your cheek. “If you weren’t here” He whispered and you watched his eyes that showed fear and sadness. You leaned forward and gently kissed him, trying to make him stop thinking about the what if’s. He kissed back tenderly then slowly pulled you into his lap. He broke the kiss and reached to pet your hair back out of your face. He looked at you as if he was trying to remember every detail.

“I can’t do this. I can’t be captain, I can’t lead a crew.” He said and you looked shocked.

“Yes, you can Jim. You are the best captain in the fleet.” You were worried, he had never talked like this.

“No, I can’t, not without you Y/N. I love you. I love you so damn much” He said and cupped your cheek gently before kissing you again, this time with urgency. You returned the kiss deep and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling your chest against his as he kept his other hand on your cheek. After a few moments, you two slowly broke apart and he ran his thumb along your cheek bone.

“Not without you” He whispered again before slowly moving the both of you so you were laying side by side. He kissed you again slowly, savoring the feel of your lips against his. You let out a pleasure sigh as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, and you parted your own so your tongues could touch. The movements were slow as you continued your passionate kiss, him occasionally breaking the kiss to nibble on your bottom lip.

“Jim, I love you” You whispered and he smiled soft, but the smiled was filled with admiration and love.

“I love you too, Y/N. With all my soul” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again deep. You moved to tangle your hand in the hair against the back of his head, making the kiss more passionate. He growled quietly into the kiss and pressed his hips against yours. The sound he made caused your core to fill with need. You wrapped your leg around his thigh, sliding it up to his hip before gently rocking your hips against his. He moaned against your lips in response and adjusted so he was settled between your legs.

“You are so beautiful” He whispered with a gentle smile before kissing you again. Quickly the kisses became hotter, your hips rocked together with urgency. You both needed each other, more than anything in that moment.

“Jim, please” You moaned and rocked your hips up harder against his. Your undergarments were soaked as you tried to rub harder against him. He groaned and pressed his clothed erection against your heat. The feeling sent a surge on desire all the way down to your toes. Slowly you hooked your fingers on the edge of his yellow uniform and tugged it, along with the black undershirt over his head. The dim lights did wonders for his skin. You stopped him to look from his face, to his chest and down to his abdomen. The grinding and worked his pants dangerously low on his hips, which allowed you to see his delicious v-line.

“Y/N” he whispered and leaned forward to nibble on your ear lobe as he slid your dress uniform up your body and then pulled back to pull it over your head. He looked you over with the same lust and love. He slowly ran his hand from your neck, between your breasts and down to your stomach and hips. “You are so, so beautiful” He whispered and then kissed along your neck down to your chest. He ripped the center of your bra, which caused the cups to fall to your sides. You blushed and bit your lip as you watched him. He locked eye contact with you before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. After a gentle suck from him, you arched and rocked your hips up once more.

“Babe, don’t tease me. I need you” You begged, your voice breathy. He smirked against your chest and reached down to rip your underwear from your body before he moved to shimmy out of his pants and boxers. It seemed like it took forever for him to press back against you.

“Babe, fuck.” He groaned and rolled his hips against yours, the feeling of his bareness against yours made your back arch high. “You are so perfect” He moaned and then reached to position himself before slowly sliding into you.

“Oh! Jim.” He moaned and wrapped your arms around him again as he bottomed out. He leaned his head down to hide his face in the crook of your neck. He tried to compose himself as your warmth clenched around him, slowly adjusting to his girth. “Baby” you moaned against his ear. “Move” You whispered; you tried to sound as assuring as possible that you were ready.

“God. Damn” He moaned as he made a shallow thrust into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit a spot deep inside you on the first try. He shallowly thrusted his hips a couple more times before he pulled his hips back, almost pulling out completely then slammed back in. Your back arched and you let out a surprised moan. More of that and you were going to come undone much sooner than anticipated.

The moment following were filled with rough, and deep thrusts into you. The sounds of your sex, and moans filled the room. You both kissed any piece of skin you could reach, and most of the time your lips were locked in a passionate kiss, filled with raw need. He kept thrusting, and you gripped his biceps as that pressure in your pelvis started to build.

“Jim, oh god!” You moaned and dug your nails slight into his arms. “I am going to come!” You moaned loudly and he nipped at your bottom lip.

‘Y/N, oh fuck, me too” He moaned and kissed you again. Just a few more thrusts and he came hard inside you, while he moaned your named repeatedly. The feeling of him coming undone inside you made you come. You also moaned his name, all while clinging your torso against him.

“Jim” You whispered and he looked at you, a tender smile on your lips. You blushed then both of you laughed soft. “Jim Kirk, I promise you that I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.” You touched his cheek and he smiled, leaning into your touch.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, I promise to do everything in my power to return to you every night” He smiled and kissed you again, withdrawing himself from you so he can lay next to you and cuddle you to his chest. You moved to lace your fingers with his and smiled again. Your hands had stopped shaking. You took it as a sign that everything was right in the universe again.

[bonesmctightass]

“Now darlin’, before we go in there I gotta explain a few things.” Leonard was kneeling in front of his daughter, preparing her to meet his two dearest friends. Not that he was about to say that out loud. To anyone. Ever.

The San Francisco streets were bustling with activity on the busy Friday afternoon. The Enterprise was docked for its annual repairs for the following week, freeing up the officers for a good long shore leave. It had taken every trick in the book to persuade Jocelyn to put Joanna on a plane and spend the vacation with her father. Fortunately, Jim had gotten a place in the city a while back, so they had a place to stay. And it was in front of that very apartment that Leonard and Joanna were having this conference.

“The blonde one is an idiot. He acts smart, but don’t be fooled. If he could, he’d feed you cookies for breakfast and cake for dinner. He’ll make a great playmate for you, but he’s a piss poor excuse for an adult. Between you and him, you’re the mature one. You remember that. Out there he’s in charge, but while we’re here you still follow daddy’s rules, you got that?” When Joanna giggles it melts Leonard’s heart into a molten pool of endless affection. She nods and holds out a pinky in a silent promise. “That’s good. That’s my good girl.” He can’t help but pause to brush her long brunette hair back over her ears.

“Now the tall sickly lookin’ one, his ears are not for pullin’ on, so you keep those pretty little hands to yourself. I know you’re not used to seein’ all of these different kinds of aliens back home, but he’s not that different from us. He takes everything literally so he might not understand what you mean sometimes, and that’s okay. Chances are he’ll question every move you make, but he’s a very logical kind of guy so you’ll just have to let him. Oh, one more thing. He doesn’t like to be touched so you make sure you steer clear of his hands. You got all that, Firefly?” Leonard beams with pride when his little girl nods.

“Yes daddy, I got it. I ain’t a baby anymore, I can play nice with the big boys.” How she can look sweet and positively mischievous at the same time is beyond Leonard. Must have gotten that from Jocelyn.  

Leonard knocks on the door as he shuffles the duffel bags on his shoulder to a more comfortable position. Jim answers it and he is radiating excitement and warmth. He sinks down to his knees to address Joanna face to face. “Hey there Jojo! Come on in, kiddo. Your daddy has been telling us all about you. We were so eager to meet you.”

The small girl sidles past Jim and ambles into the middle of the living room. “Couple things,” she starts, and Leonard knows the poor guy is about to get reamed by a six year old. “I ain’t no kid. I’m a big girl! I’ll have you know I’m in the first grade! And only my parents can call me Jojo. You call me Joanna.”

“I see the resemblance,” Spock comments from his spot on the couch. He’s grinning with his eyes, loving the way the tiny human just put the high and mighty fully grown Starship captain in his place. “Quite the first impression, Jim.”

Leonard is outright cackling in the doorway. Whatever words he’s trying to get out dies on his lips with the force of his laughter.

Joanna sets her sights on Spock and walks over to him with her small hands clasped behind her back and wonder in her eyes. She has never seen a Vulcan before. “I like your ears. Oh my gosh, are you a fairy?!“ The girl bounces on the balls of her feet, her tiny body barely able to contain her excitement. 

Spock raises a curious brow and considers the comparison. “I suppose my race does bear a striking resemblance to your mythical Terran creatures. However, your assumption is incorrect. I am a Vulcan.” Leonard isn’t sure what surprises him more; that Spock agreed to the assessment or that his daughter has taken an immediate liking to the guy that makes his blood boil. Jim must be having a similar inner monologue because he’s downright gaping at the pair.

Joanna’s smile lights up the room. She hauls herself right up onto Spock’s lap and he looks like he’s about ready to piss himself at the contact. Leonard breaks into another fit of laughter. “Don’t look so petrified, Hobgoblin.”

“Yeah, daddy already said I’m not s’posed to touch. I’ll be good,” she promises, folding her hands in her lap as a sign of good will. Spock relaxes slightly and tries to ignore the way Jim is glaring at him for stealing his thunder. “Uncle Spock, will you tell me a story about your planet? What are Vulcans like? Do you know any real life fairies?”  

“Very well. I suppose I—“

Jim interjects before Spock can even get started. “Hey Joanna, I picked up some local sweets for you to try. I thought you might like some goodies after the long shuttle over here. You’ve got to try the donuts here! What do you say to sharing some with me?” Leonard is welling up with pride and love for his little girl as she frowns, looking just like him.

“No thank you. Sweets rot your teeth and daddy says I need to take care of my pretty smile.” Jim drops his shoulders and huffs in defeat. Joanna turns away from him and looks up at Spock with interest, encouraging him to continue. He starts off on a long winded explanation of arbitrary things like his pet sehlat, Vulcan schooling, and his mother’s cooking.

Leonard edges up to Jim’s side and slaps a hand on his shoulder, making him frown impossibly harder. “You tried, Jimboy. Who’d’ve guessed she’d like Spock more than you? I don’t much understand it either.“ He sighs mournfully and shakes his head.  "Why don’t you make yourself useful and come help me unpack this stuff? Unless you’d rather sit here and listen to the hobgoblin drone on.”

Jim concedes and grabs the bags, carrying them down the guest room at the end of the hallway. They take their time unpacking their clothes and belongings. When the pair return to the living room, Joanna is resting heavily on Spock’s chest. The soothing sound of his voice lulled her right to sleep.

Spock is looking down at her with an expression akin to affection. When Leonard makes a move to pick her up, Spock stops him. “It is quite all right. She has an affinity for my higher body temperature. I assure you, she is rather comfortable. There is a high probability that she will wake if moved.” Leonard finds he can’t argue with that logic. And they do make a rather cute pair. 

The child looks so small on Spock’s lap, set against broad shoulders and muscle. She shifts slightly and curls up comfortably against Spock’s stomach. Leonard almost can’t believe his own eyes when he watches Spock drop a hand to sift through her long hair. The proud dad smiles fondly. 

And while this heartwarming bonding moment unfolds, Jim is watching them from the hallway, slowly being consumed by jealousy.  

[janeykath318]

A Year of One Shots--A Tale Of Three Kirks

James Tiberius Kirk had seen some weird stuff during his time as Captain of the USS Enterprise, but this one took the cake. There, on his ship, were two almost exact replicas of himself!

Ten minutes ago, they had detected an ion storm and the transporters were declared off limits until the storm passed. No one wanted to meet up with their sinister counterparts from the mirror universe ever again. Kirk shuddered at the remembrance of an evil bearded Spock holding a knife to his throat.

Then suddenly two life forms appeared in the transporter room. “What are they, Scotty?” Kirk had barked.

“Humans, Captain.” Scotty replied, sounding shellshocked, “specifically, Jim Kirk humans.”

Spock’s eyebrows shot up. “It appears this ion storm has affected multiple universes, Captain. Fascinating.”

“Don’t let them out of that room Scotty, I’ll be there in a second. Kirk Out. Mr. Spock, you have the conn. I’m going to see what’s up with my other selves.”

Kirk practically ran to the transporter room, then peeked around the door, cautiously checking his phaser. It didn’t sound like Scotty was threatened, but one could never be sure. But when his eyes focused on the newcomers, caution went out the window. “What the……” was the only thing he could say.

There, chatting easily with Scotty and eying each other with amusement, stood two Jim Kirk doppelgängers. They looked exactly like himself, except neither wore command gold. The Kirk on the left wore science blue and thick glasses. He apparently was expounding on the scientific marvels that had just occurred, while the Kirk on the left sported a red shirt and a short beard, grease stained fingers signaling he spent a lot of time in engineering.

They both started when Jim walked in. “Gentlemen, may I ask how you ended up on my ship?” He felt so strange talking to himself. These guys were him, and yet not him.

Red shirt Kirk answered easily, “Ion storm came up suddenly on the way to back to my ship. That must have been one powerful disturbance to bring two of us to yet another Enterprise.” He smirked “I never saw myself as captain material before now.”

“Me neither,” spoke up the third Kirk, “I look so much better in blue.” He cleared his throat rather nervously. “You’re not the evil version of me, are you? I had a nasty encounter with my mirror counterpoint once.”

Bearded Kirk chuckled, “I don’t think so, although my wife swears I am frequently.”

“Wife?!!!” exclaimed the other two Jims simultaneously.

“Sure,” Red Shirt replied, “Captain Nyota Uhura. Amazing woman. She can speak a bunch of alien dialects and is extremely gifted in negotiating. Fantastic leader. She’s also gorgeous, but I bet you already know that.”

“Well, yeah,” admitted Captain Jim, when he had recovered from the shock, “but she shut me down really fast when I tried anything. She and Commander Spock are an item and no one with any sense of self-preservation tries to mess with a Vulcan’s bond mate.”

First Officer Kirk spoke up. “That’s a universal truth, I think. I got hit on by some horny Orions awhile back, and he came up and gave them the Vulcan death glare and strongly suggested that they stay away from me, if they valued their health. It’s kind of hot actually.” He smiled rather fondly as the other Kirks gaped.

“Well, if you’re into that sort of thing,” shrugged Captain Kirk. “I’m more into a hot southern Doctor myself.”

“Even though he lives to stab us with hyposprays?” Science Kirk looked uneasy at the mere thought of the dreaded device.

“It’s totally worth it. Trust me.” Regular Kirk looked smug.

“I don’t doubt it,"red shirt Jim replied easily,” judging from the way Carol raves about his hands. But I’ve never swung that way.“ More shocked gaping resulted.

At this interesting moment, Scotty broke in. "Captain, you may want to take your…um….other selves somewhere you can sit down. This may take a while.”

“Okay, Scotty,” The captain said with a cunning grin,“I’ll take them to see Bones. It’ll drive him insane. Three versions of me!”

When Leonard McCoy saw the unexpected guests Jim had told him about over the comm, he wasn’t sure if he hadn’t died and gone to heaven—or hell. Much as he loved Jim, one James T. Kirk in a universe was plenty for him to deal with.

“Hey Bones!”,chorused the three Jims in unison, clearly on purpose. Seeing three pairs of devilish blue eyes staring at him, Leonard felt faint, and sat down quickly.

“I think we overwhelmed him” the Jim wearing a blue shirt said, looking worried. The captain ran over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“You okay, Bones? You looked pretty flabbergasted at the sight of three Jims. I’m a force of nature, aren’t I?”

“Yes, I’m fine”, Bones grumped, “and so is your ego. How in the world did you two get here?” He asked, staring hard at the other Kirks.

“Severe ion storm."answered Commander Kirk. "I was attempting to take readings for the report to Captain Spock when—”

“Captain Spock?” interrupted the astonished Doctor. “Must be a very logical universe you’re from.”

“It is”, agreed Science Kirk, “but you’re there to keep us from forgetting we’re human. You chew me out every time I stay up too late working on experiments or blow myself up in the lab.”

“Good thing” Leonard muttered, then turned to engineer Kirk. “What about you? If you’re a Kirk, I bet you have the same predisposition for bodily injury, especially working in engineering.”

“Right on”, said red shirt Jim cheerily. “It drives you and Nyota crazy.”

“Why would Uhura care?” asked Leonard bluntly,“ She’s not known for being very fond of you.”

The Captain choked back a snort. Talk about understatements.

“In my universe, she liked me enough to marry me. We made friends in the academy and ended up falling for each other. We tied the knot two years ago.” Kirk got a far away look as he said this, remembering how gorgeous Nyota looked in that white gown. “She’s probably tearing the universe apart trying to find me.”

“Well, I find it hard to comprehend, but more power to ya.”

Bones shrugged, almost wishing he could see how this Jim and Uhura looked like as a married couple. The fights were probably rough, but likely the makeup was fantastic. No, he was NOT going to imagine that.

“What about you, Commander? Anybody tearing space apart for you?”,He inquired of the highly intellectual looking science officer Jim.

“Spock. I can feel his anxiety through our bond. I’m trying to reassure him, but I don’t know if it’s getting through.” The bespectacled Jim looked troubled, rubbing the back of his head nervously and knocking his glasses askew.

“Bonded to Spock, huh?” asked Leonard, running a tricorder over the guest Kirks (they’d just had their molecules scrambled, after all).

Jim grinned a little shyly. “Yes, three years now. He’s trying to teach me some Vulcan, but it’s slow going. The pet names are great though.”

He smiled to himself, thinking of Spock calling him T'hy'la or Ashayam in an almost tender tone.

The Doctor was skeptical and indicated so. “I find it hard to imagine the hobgoblin calling anyone pet names, especially you, Jim.”

He poked his captain playfully, resulting in the classic Kirk pouty face.

“Aw, come on Bones, look how lovable I am!” He pointed at his blue clad alternate self. “Besides, you’ve got your own pet names for me.”

He winked, leering shamelessly, causing his boyfriend to flush.

“Dammit, Jim! They don’t need to know that!”

“Yeah, We really don’t,” chimed in engineer Kirk, looking somewhat queasy at the thought of his very platonic best friend calling him ‘Darlin’ or 'sugar’ as McCoy did with Carol in their universe.

In the slightly awkward silence, Captain Kirk’s comm went off. Science Kirk perked up at the sound of Spock’s voice over the device.

“Captain, have you discerned the intentions and identities of the life forms?”

“Yes, Commander Spock. They are humans and non-hostile. Bones is checking them for injuries and Scotty is working on getting them home.”

“Their identities, Captain?”

“Um… they’re me from other universes.” A long silence followed and Spock said rather shortly “I will proceed to Medbay. Spock out.”

Captain Kirk grinned. “I think we broke his brain” he said, with great hilarity, wondering what was going on between those pointy ears at the information he’d received.

When Spock strode into Dr. McCoy’s office minutes later, he stopped very abruptly and stared.

“Hey Spock!"greeted two Jims cheerily, (science Jim, however, looked sad and wistful).

"This is most remarkable, Captain,” the first officer replied, “I did not think such a thing was likely to happen again.”

“Well, it did, Spock. Meet Commander Jim Kirk and Lieutenant Commander Jim Kirk. Bones says they’re physically fine, just displaced.”

Spock then proceeded to question the two other Kirks which led to all three comparing life stories. All of the major events were the same, but the different roles and reactions led to very different paths.

Engineer Kirk had been orphaned at 10 when Winona died suddenly. He was then sent to live with an aunt and uncle on an ill fated colony, Tarsus IV. Upon his return to earth at 15, emaciated and traumatized, he was placed in a foster home after he got out of the hospital. The foster parents were very patient and caring to him and eventually broke through the walls the angry teen put up. His foster father taught him how to repair engines, developing his love of tinkering at a young age. He then went through the engineering track at Starfleet academy, befriended a fantastic command track woman, helped save earth, and ended up on the Enterprise under the new captain (who happened to be his new girlfriend) Nyota Uhura, who he married three years later.

Science officer Kirk was fascinated with the subject also early on in life. His mother had retired from Starfleet and saw that her sons received the best education they could. Jim’s papers and research impressed many at Starfleet, including a certain Vulcan Instructor. But he did not get assigned to the Enterprise when the distress call came and was on the Farragut when it was destroyed. Jim survived, and so did Vulcan, and when he woke up, there was a familiar pair of brown eyes watching him with definite emotion. When Spock was made Captain, he immediately appointed Jim First Officer.

Last of all, Jim (the captain) told his story: the lonely childhood, the harsh stepfather, the rebellious wandering and Captain Pike’s dare.Then he recounted meeting Bones on the shuttle, the Kobayashi Maru(which tickled Engineer Kirk greatly) and the battle of Vulcan.

There was silence after they finished and then Bones commented wryly, “You may be from different tracks, but you’re all darn good at cheating death. Send the other McCoys my sympathy when you get back.” Three Jims grinned back at him.

When Scotty called and said that he was ready to send the other Jims back home, the Captain insisted on taking a photo for posterity. “Egomaniac,” Bones muttered to himself as Beardy Kirk and Brainy Kirk stepped onto the transporter pad.

“Live long and prosper,” said Spock, holding up his hand in the Vulcan salute. “Peace and long life” answered science Kirk, returning the gesture with a fond smile.

As they disappeared, The captain could be heard shouting “I am so AWESOME!” Bones face palmed, knowing Jim’s ego had just inflated to even greater proportions.

Spock simply remarked “that was a fascinating experience, but I fail to comprehend a world where Nyota Uhura is in any way agreeable to your advances.” He left the room to Jim’s protests and Bones’ laughter. Bless that hobgoblin, he thought.

“Are you certain you suffered no ill effects from the occurrence? Captain Spock asked his First Officer.

"None at all Spock”, sighed Jim. His hand was held tightly in the Vulcans and Spock was practically purring in his ear as they snuggled.

“Did you meet my alternate self?” Spock inquired, rubbing Jim’s hand in a manner that would have scandalized any Vulcan, causing Kirk to close his eyes in bliss. “Yep. He’s not MY Spock, so don’t worry.”

“Worry?” Scoffed Spock, sending waves of affection to his t'hy'la, “why would I. Most Illogical.” Jim smiled and held out his fingertips for a kiss.

@Oh, Jim, you do have a crazy way of attracting weird happenings", sighed Captain Uhura, as she held her husband tightly, relieved to find him safe and in one piece.

“Yes I do,” Jim replied softly, content to gaze into her big brown eyes and grateful to be home. “I basically saw what my life could have been, if things had gone differently.”

“Did it make you want those lives?” she asked, looking him in the eye.

“No” He responded, kissing her breathless, “no I didn’t want those other Jim’s lives, because they don’t have you.” And he began intently kissing up her neck which led to other things and Nyota forgot about everything else for quite awhile after that.

“Ow!” squealed Jim, rubbing his neck which had just been ruthlessly hypo’d. “What was that for, Bones?”

“For your incessant narcissism today” grumped the doctor. “It was making me sick.” Jim threw himself on his bed, stretching his long limbs playfully.

“Aww, come on, Bones,” he wheedled. “Didn’t you think it was interesting to hear how my other lives went?”

“Yes, but I don’t want you to regret the one you have.” Bones squeezed Jim’s hand protectively and a trifle possessively.

“I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life, but you are definitely not one of them, Bones”. Jim was staring at him now earnestly, blue eyes honest. “Do you believe me?”

Seeing the truth in his face, Bones answered by leaning down and kissing the captain soundly. He had just the Jim he wanted.