#regular scotty mess

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Silly Billy

Scotty x reader: Banana episode(if u couldn't find it)

An: Hey yall uhm college is kinda tough. I'm writing this literally at the end of my spring break. Most likely this is gonna be followed by the Riri one-shot that I was gonna do for valentines day (muddo) or Hot for Shuri pt. 3 so I can finish that off. I need to stop writing these long ass plots. Motivation is so not it lmao, I want to write these longer stories but I think my cap is 4k and smut is such a challenge. Anyways make sure you take screen breaks. Also I really enjoy the comments and reblogs, I'm just trying to be more interactive with people on here. I hope you enjoy the fic!

Fic blurb: Poor Scotty she only knows one way to love. In abundance-

Warnings: Stalking lots of stalking, light smut (i'm tryin i'm tryin), swearing, Mentions of criminal activity, Reader is ambivalent to most of Scotty's activities.

Word count: 4.3k

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It was six p.m. on a Monday night. The cream-colored walls of the apartment added tension to a mood that sorely didn’t need it. An older woman in a bed lies down in a pale blue night dress. Her daughter presumably- finishes getting dressed. She fixes her hair and kisses her mother on the forehead. She tugs on the girl’s hand and fixes her face to say something. The thought she has on her mind is making her uneasy. 

“Viv, don’t be daft with her ok- just ask her out and be nice, and if she says no, move on don't get all silly this time. Promise.”

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“Hey, Phoebe! Where's that iced macchiato for Dean?” You strained your voice. The Saturday afternoon- summer heat was getting to you. Your work shirt and apron hug your body tight, and you thank the above for deodorant because the AC in the coffee shop was not doing you any favors. “Phoebe-” 

“That iced macchiato. I got you- I got you” Phoebe swerved around you and rang the bell, “Dean! Iced macchiato with two pumps of vanilla!” 

“You didn’t have to say two pumps-” Dean told your co-worker, marginally displeased. 

He adds a ‘thank you’ and goes to sit in the corner. He sits and stares at the glass door- like he's waiting on someone. A dark skin girl walks into view, she has on a plaid shirt with a green overcoat. How she survived in this heat was a mystery to you. Her hair is permed and styled with a bang in the front. Her head whips around looking for her friend until her eyes lock onto yours. Her eyes are wide, seemingly trying to memorize your face and features in five seconds. 

"Scotty!" Dean shouted- breaking the intense connection you two had. You peered over in the direction he was waving. His presence was demanding her attention, once ‘Scotty’ realized how long she was staring her face froze and her color drained. She pivoted in Dean’s direction and swiftly shuffled away toward him. 

You decided to play this game a little longer. You came from behind the counter to stock the shelves. You grabbed the box and a step ladder, and you muttered ‘excuse me’ and left your lips as you passed them. You unpacked the box and started putting stuff away, catching a bit of their conversation. 

“So- I found a way to get that four hundred quid” Dean sipped on his drink attempting to engage Scotty in conversation. While Scotty was busy drooling over how great you look in your apron; and how great it would be to feel under that apron, her mind wandered. 

She would be exhausted, coming back from a job that ran way too late and a client that ran his mouth way too much. She would round the corner and that same little black apron would be tied around your waist. You would be bent over the counter, and a sliver of fabric would be wound taught over a very gleaming gem. Obviously, it was Scotty’s gift from last year’s valentines day. Jazz would be crooning through your shared apartment. You would turn around slowly and ask her something awfully important. 

“Scotty?”

“Yes?”

“Yvonne still sends you letters?” Scotty does not take this well- you could see how her face morphed into a scowl. 

“Dean! Can you stop talking about her please?” Scotty begged Dean; her eyes began to water a little. You wondered why she had such an adverse reaction to that name. You felt a bit of pity in your stomach for the cute girl but were irked at the thought of someone treating her so badly. Your quick lapse of sympathy was proving to be your demise- you could feel the overpriced reusable cups falling out of your hand. 

“What the fuck!” Dean’s drink splatters on himself and Scotty. The clang being so egregiously loud sends you into a state of panic. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” You profusely apologized and ran to get napkins. After you found some, you race over to their table to clean up some of the spills. During your furious cleaning, you didn’t hear Scotty muttering under her breath. Terrified at the

“Can I make you a free drink or something-” 

 “I think you’ve done enough- thank you.”

“Dean-” Scotty’s tiny voice paled in comparison to Dean’s irritation. Dean snatched the napkin from your hand and evenly split it with Scotty- he handed it to her gently. As you walk away Scotty grabs your hand and brings you down closer to her face.

“I’m sorry, he isn’t usually like this-” Scotty reassured you. You knew she meant well but the only thing you wanted to do was get out. Scotty tugged on your hand again, not letting you go to do your job. 

“No- I’m serious he just hasn't gotten laid in a while-” she whispers through an awkward smile and giggles. You are bewildered at the very arrogant man and his weird date- that your face starts to betray your friend at all-time service worker training.  

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I.” Scotty’s face drooped and she quickly dropped your hand. She looked pitiful- you had to say something.

“No, it’s ok I’m not that uncomfortable I’ve heard and been in worse.” That did not make her feel better- she was about to sob again. All that ran through her mind was all the different ways that people made her uncomfortable and how she was now in the same category.

“What have you bloody done now?! Scotts let’s go.” Dean got up and kissed his teeth and gave a look to Scotty. She gives you a final quiet sorry and they leave not without Scotty putting up a fuss with Dean to give you an apology.

 You let out a sigh- your daze was interrupted by Phoebe. 

“Wow- I’ve seen you fuck shit up but now you fucked shit right up” she gave her unneeded commentary. She made it up by giving you the rag so you could clean up the mess. 

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Mondays are the worst- you already took shit from asshole customers but today marks that day you’re sticking up for yourself. You thank heaven for your break in between Saturday’s mess. A very long and hot shower was taken to prepare yourself for Monday’s madness. An angry letter from your landlord is looking very promising in your future. Making breakfast is your next plan of action- you made a tuna melt and lock up.

You make your commute to the bus stop when you realized that the buses weren’t running today because of maintenance.  You remember they were talking about striking a week ago- you kissed your teeth and debated going to work today. 

You already passed that insurance place that might as well be a money laundering scheme. ‘They’re already stationed from Manchester to Hampshire they might as well be’ sounds off in your mind. They call excessively about an ‘alpha package’ and the only reason why is because your mum and dad signed up and put you under an emergency contact. 

Lately, the calls have been more frequent and stranger- you start to recall one-

You were rudely interrupted from your Sunday nap- dazed and confused you slide over to your bedside table.

“Hello?”  you asked tentatively. 

A light breath hitches, echoing crackly through the cheap phone.  

“Look- I don’t want the stupid alpha package. Stop fucking calling oh my god!” you slam the phone on the receiver ending it. You feel a pang of slight guilt, but you remember where it got you last time.

‘What the fuck is that’ a piercing noise startles you- prompting you to take a peek around the wall. There- in the parking lot is a person besides a green van. They hunch over looking at what you assume could be a phone that they smashed onto the gravel. Their baseball cap matches the color of the van-

‘Fuck-’ they see you- they see you. The decision was made to go to work, and you take off in a sprint. It was better to go to a crowded area than to lead the person to your house. 

you hear the engine starting- “Fuck!”  you can’t tell if it’s as loud as you think or if it’s just your heart beating out of your ears. Your mild sprint turns into a breakneck speed-

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By the time you reach work it’s a quarter past nine- The door handle acts as your crutch as you hunch over trying to catch your breath. You see your reflection in the glass, your hair is frizzed and sweat lines your brow.

“Jesus, you look terrible- what the hell happened.” Your designated favorite, Maggy- she does her work, and you do yours it’s a lovely partnership.

“Thanks- why the hell are you here- you’re not on shift today.” You walk over to wash your hands and put on your apron. 

“Boss asked If I could come in today, said he’d pay me overtime at double.” A sigh left your lips. “No but what happened to you?”

“I think I saw someone getting rid of evidence.” She looked at you puzzled and slowly brought her fingers to her lips.

“No- I did not smoke a blunt.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” 

“Positive?”

“Maggy- Im being serious.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Next in line, please!” You take a breath and recalibrate yourself to do your job. “Hi can take your order this morning.” The day keeps getting better- why is she here again? She was just embarrassed as you that day why couldn’t she have gone to another location- there’s one, two streets down.  

“I-I’m sorry, we were doing work on t-this building and they sent me to get them some coffee.”

“I get it you didn’t wanna walk far.”

“Y-yeah.”

She proceeded to tell you her order. You whipped it up in ten minutes and tapped on the bell. “Order for Scotty!” Her head popped and she sprinted over to the counter.

“I don’t see a macchiato?” you joked trying to lighten the mood and ease her nerves. 

“o-Oh he said he didn’t want anything.” The more she spoke the more her voice quieted. 

“You know you didn’t have to apologize again.”

“But I wanted to!“ as her voice climbed an octave, you made an ‘awe’ sound. Scotty pushed her chocolate croissant to you. 

“i-I want you to have it. If I told you when I was ordering, you would’ve said no. That’s if you’re not allergic to chocolate or gluten or- “her speech picked up speed. You think of your cold, soggy, and unappetizing tuna melt as you took the croissant from her hands; your stomach grumbled in awe. 

“Thank you, Scotty, that’s very thoughtful.” She smiles and giggles in delight. You tell her that if she stays any longer with you their coffee is going to go cold (and that she’s holding up the line but you do that gently). She shuffles out the door with a skip in her step and a high-pitched ‘bye!’ 

“You made her day.“ 

You paused in between a bite of your croissant. “Stop it-“ 

“It’s true! I think she has a little crush.” You rolled your eyes.   

“Whatever, I’ll let you enjoy your gift. I guess you’ll tell be about your run-in with a brigand some other time.” Your answer was the same as the last. 

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Scotty had become a regular at your job. For the past three weeks, she orders about four coffees and a chocolate croissant for you. You two have developed a sort of kinship- she’s so dedicated it’s endearing if you had to say so. She pops up on your breaks sometimes and eats lunch with you. 

 On occasions when you have the evening shift Scotty waits with you as you close up. Normally You two talk about your work but she decides to open up to you today. 

“Sooo you work in construction?”

“yeah-” Scotty’s getting better at answering you, she even looks you in the eye when you two conversate. 

“That sounds interesting where’s the site?”

“We’re just fixing up this flat for rent.” She tells you the location. You gasp-

“That’s just right across from me!”  

“Really?” If she wasn’t giving you one hundred percent of her attention to you before it’s at a hundred a fifty now. 

“Yeah! It’s so funny I can’t even imagine you lifting a hammer.”

“I even do electrical work.”

“You’re just so handy.” Scotty giggles as she beams with pride as you compliment her skill set. “Think I could get your number so I could call you if I need something fixed.”

You guess telling her telling you about her work is as deep as it’s going to get for now. Scotty gives you an erratic nod, and you two exchange phone numbers; Scotty’s through stuttered and broken words. Her alarm goes off signaling she has to get back to work.

“i-I can stay like I do on Saturdays, it’s fine my boss doesn’t mind, I swear.” She says urgently to you. You grab her hand and clasp it in yours. Her palm is rough, numerous healed scrapes and blisters cover it. 

“No, Scotty you have to back to work and so do I.” You two do this song and dance on almost every occasion though today felt very different. Her eyes start to water and she lowers her head. You steel yourself in order for both of you not to lose your jobs. “Scotty- Scotty look at me” she raises her head to look at you “We’re not going to war- I’ll see you tomorrow.” You end with a chuckle. Scotty seems placated by your laugh and reassurance and musters up a sentence.

“Can I call you, when I get home.” You let out a loud cackle and swiftly give her a kiss on the cheek. Scotty lets out a tiny whimper- “Just text me before, I don’t want to be asleep-“  

“Am I going to be disturbing you?-  

“Scotty! Go!” you practically shove her out the breakroom door and through the front door. She leaves you with a giant wave. 

You sigh in relief. That was one of the longest shifts you have ever had. You blame it on your anticipation for your call with Scotty tonight. The moment you hear the click of the locked door, you race home. 

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Reaching home and shutting your door. You go to your shower, scalding water as always. You don’t know why but you really like this girl. It doesn’t help that she looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. You run your hands down your neck to your nipples. They start to peak from the stimulation. You move your hand down to your pussy, but nothing really felt as good as those calloused hands against yours. The best thing is to towel off and do your skincare routine. 

You stare from the bed at your open window longingly. You check your phone 0 message- calling her first seems like a great idea but selfishly you want her to make the first move. The vibrator in your drawer is tempting- your pants are already off. Scotty’s call you bang your head against the headboard.  

The clock strikes eight and you toss and turn in your bed. Your restlessness leads to dragging your feet toward the AC panel. ‘Not working of course-‘ at least you have a reason to call- ‘No- No’ you don’t let your mind wander to the person haunting your dreams. It’s ridiculous what three weeks of nonstop affection, gifts, and heavy stares do to a person. You decide you need some fresh air, and the siren song of the cool breeze is taunting you. 

Your feet drag against the hardwood flooring towards the window. You open the window- ‘Fuck’. The car, the car it’s outside you shut the window and the curtains. ‘The fucking car it’s outside.’ Your legs are locked to the floor and your heart feels like it’s lurching out of your chest. ‘They’re gonna kill me- they’re gonna kill me.’ You feel like hell, nearly falling your way to the floor and crawling to your bed. Your heart won’t stop- it’s not supposed to stop but in this case, you would love it to slow down. You should’ve called your parents last week, they haven’t heard your voice in a while ‘Now they might not hear your voice at all.’

Bzzt! Bzzt! Your phone- oh my god- Scotty! You are so happy about Scotty’s resistance to instructions right now. You creep towards it making as little noise as possible. 

“Hey! It’s Scotty! Sorry about-“her voice booms through the speaker of the phone. Her nervousness is conveyed through her high-pitched voice. 

“Scotty- Scotty shh-“ 

“w-What happened?” she quieted down. 

“Someone-“ your throat starts choking up, and tears stream down your face. Every inhale you take tastes and smells of salts.

“Who?” 

your breath stutters- “Someone is outside my flat-“

“Who?”

“I don’t know who-“ you steady your speech to make a coherent sentence. “There was like someone dumping e-evidence, I think. I saw them smash a phone on the ground by a van- I don’t know but I think they’re criminals.

“Why do you think that?” Why is she dismissing you like this? Why is her voice so eerily calm. How is she thinking this is helping you?

“Because it’s the same fucking van is outside my fucking flat- what aren’t you fucking getting.” You sniffle loudly as you cradle the phone to your face.

“What color is it?” What-

“Fuck! Why do you- it’s green, the van is green, it’s outside-!”

“I’ll be there.” 

“Scotty?! Scotty no- stay there please!” your scathing whispers were only met with the dial tone. 

Scotty

Call the police

Call the police!

Don’t come to the flat please!

                            Read at 9:00pm 

What the fuck is wrong with her? 

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No but, what the fuck is wrong with Scotty. How does she keep getting herself into these situations? She knows it ended fairly well for her- why jinx that? She is infatuated with you but now knows that love should be a slow process- taking the time to get to know one another. 

The kiss you gave her today, she skipped-tripped and almost slipped on her way back to work. Which she never lied to you about or so she tells herself. She is a handyman but on the weekdays, she works at your favorite company. If you only knew the days, she would watch you from the maintenance van hoping to get a glimpse of you. Not really the first time she used her job to get leverage onto you. It wasn’t her fault that your parents signed up- she was doing her job trying to recruit a new customer. 

All those calls- Scotty, and her coworkers were amazed at every day- how she wore her red cap and the giggle before she took it off. Especially that Sunday one, she knew she shouldn’t have done it but when she heard your groggy hello, it was all worth it. She would’ve saved it- a wave of happiness rippled through ought her body broken by your loud swearing. As usual, a giggle left her mouth after the cap left her head- though her joyous moment was ruined when it wasn’t her work phone but her cell. 

She pondered for weeks on what to do. She prayed you never checked the caller id-but, the suspense weighed on her chest. So, one day on a particular Monday morning she decided to nip it in the bud. Destroying her phone- it was dramatic but so is Scotty.

Through destroying her phone she felt that she could start anew, court you the right way. Buy you treats, spend time, and learn more about you. But that kiss, your kiss- your lips were so soft, so different than when Dean would give her a kiss on the cheek. Scotty wanted to know more, feel more, and be more. Which is why she’s petrified and struggling to find a way to park this van and get to your flat by eleven. She told herself it was going to be quick, you two would be on the phone for an hour and she’d go home right after. 

There is a reason that people say old habits die hard.

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A loud knock at your door echoes through your apartment. You check to see if your cutlass is still under your bed-

“It’s Scotty-“ she said cautiously knowing you were in a heightened state. You paced over to your door. 

“Nobody’s out there with you?”

“Nobody.” You unlocked the door. Scotty’s hair was matted to her forehead from sweat, and she was shaking and out of breath. She stepped into your apartment, collapsed onto you, and buried her head in your neck. You felt her tears wet your neck, and her arms nearly crushed you from the strength of her hug. Hugging her back was mandatory- it felt so relieving to know that she was ok, the feeling was mutual. 

You were compelled to kiss her face, and she answered by pecking your neck gently. This was forbidden territory for her, she was tense but almost losing you gave her more than a bit of confidence. Scotty trailed her kisses down your neck and into your bosom. Nuzzling and nipping ever so softly, you let out a moan. Your nipples start to peek out from under your shirt, and she further squeezes you into her. Running her hands down your back and into your sleep shirt, her cold hands snap you from your trance.

You coo her name into her ear. “No- no I don’t want to let you go.” She pleads with you. “You don’t have to I just want to check for the van.”

 “I didn’t see it when I came up.” You stood your ground and her arms finally let you go as you clasp her hand. You two walk over to the window, lo and behold Scotty was right it was gone. It was safe, you were safe, just one thing. 

You take Scotty’s hand and trail it up your chest cupping it over your breast- her palm recoils from your touch. “I thought you didn’t want to let me go?” “I don’t!” she answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “i-I wanted to ask you out first. When we got on the phone but uhm I’m not blaming you for any of this, the van and you were crying-” You bring her palm up to her lips to quiet her.

“Scotty, I want to go on a date with you.” Her eyes light up and her mouth crinkles at the sides from how hard she’s smiling. “Just one request though, can you stay the night? Please?” Scotty starts hyperventilating again, she wants to say yes but you have a feeling that something important is stopping her. 

“I can but-” there it is “I would have to leave, and I don’t want you to think I was ditching you or something. My mother is at home by herself and I have to take care of her but I don’t want to leave you alone, at least for tonight.” Your heart melted at her confession; she was finally opening up to you. It was also divided, her mother at home by herself when Scotty had rushed to your flat, you shook your head. 

“Does that mean no?”

“No, it means if you’re gonna stay, you need to take a shower. I have spare clothes.” Her attitude perks up again, and you start to see your regular Scotty again. She practically skips off to shower and when she emerges; she flops down next to you on the bed. You make a come here gesture with your fingers and Scotty happily rolls towards you, wet hair soaks your pillowcase. 

“You were quick.”

“I wanted to be done before you went to sleep.” Again, she says it like these are concrete facts. If she only knew the indirect charmer she was. 

“Somehow, I don’t feel like sleeping.” Scotty twitches slightly but stays silent. “You don’t wanna say anything now?” She turns her head away from you, and you turn it back towards you. You tuck your head underneath her chin, and your nose nuzzles her throat. 

“Still Nothing?” Her neck gets warmer, you feel the heat radiate onto your face. Her actions are catching up to her and nearly fucking you in the kitchen standing up is the least. Scotty called your name.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” Scotty crashed her lips into yours. This is what it came to, a complete delight. Your lips felt even better on hers and tasted like chocolate, just like Scotty dreamed of. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and her hands snuck underneath your shirt massaging your nipples. Scotty’s calloused hands provided a level of friction that could not be replaced. She climbed on top of you, putting her weight on your forearms, caging you in between your arms.  

You spread your legs for her, and she took the hint and slotted her hips in between yours. She subsequently peels your shirt off your body. Her mouth trails down your chest and begins to suckle. Your breath hitches as Scotty looks up from your breast. She analyzes you and decides that her favorite part of your face is your mouth. She loves kissing it, the way she nipped it, and a whine escaped your lips. 

Your favorite part of her face is her eyes, they’re glossed over with hunger. For you and you only- “unh Scotty- lower please.”, she nodded and got to work. 

[trek-tracks]

Bones (speaking loudly to Jim on the Bridge with Spock at his regular station approximately three metres away): Please don't tell Spock I said he was the best First Officer in the Fleet.

Spock: Why, thank you, doctor.

Jim:  You've been so concerned about his Vulcan eyes, Doctor, you forgot about his Vulcan ears.

Bones (in the Officer's Mess): Scotty, please don't tell Spock I said he was the specialest smartest most handsome boy in the universe.

Scotty: Doctor, he's sitting right next to you.

Bones: My god, man, what part of "sworn to secrecy" don't you understand?

Bones (in his quarters over dinner): Spock, please don't tell Spock I said he lights up every room he enters with his preternatural beauty and grace.

Spock: Doctor, this is illogical. You are speaking directly to me--

Bones: QUIET! He'll hear you. He has big ears

[bugboygabe-moved]

kwazii — hes a pirate. need i say more?

tweak — think about it. tweak messes up on one of her inventions, misplaced wire or whateva, and mumbles under her breath “fuck!” as she’s trying to reverse the damage.

barnacles — regular “goddamnit” sayer. used to be an “oh fuck this” sayer, but since some of the team aren’t so fond of the language, he’s stopped.

shellington — shellington doesn’t swear, at least not out loud. not yet, at least. also the thought of him saying “fuck!” in his cute lil scotty accent is adorable

inkling — he’s old. he says shit like “gee wilikers” don’t even try to say i’m wrong

dashi — she was probably the kid on the playground who would say “guys don’t swear please :(“ if one of her friends said “crap” or something. very very kind and uses kind words

peso — i think if peso said fuck, he and the entire crew would have an aneurysm. he’s a sweet guy who plays the xylophone and loves his family he does not say fuck. thank you

[alienguts]

Nightlight (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Ash still has nightmares of the cabin.

Warnings: (brief) horror and violence, nightmares, hurt/comfort

Request?: No

A/N: I miss Ash and wanted to write something but I haven't had a lot of ideas for him lately.

He’d had the same dream so many times that he’d lost track. It was always the same: he was in that cabin with Scotty, Cheryl, Shelly, and Linda. They were all having a blast until that damn book was read and all hell broke loose. He’d dreamed about it so many times that the novelty had worn off, it was barely a nightmare anymore and just a regular dream. But this time it was different.

The four Deadites had started to advance on him, their faces twisted and horrific as they screamed and cackled at him. He’d managed to fight them off for most of the night but something kept distracting him. A fifth figure lurked in the corner, shrouded by the darkness and waiting for its turn to get him. His eyes strained to see what it was and he stumbled over a chair once he realised what it was. Or rather who it was.

His former friends held him to the floor as Y/N stalked towards her. Her face was warped into a wicked grin and blood dripped from her fingers. Growling laughter escaped her throat as she advanced on him, the sound turning his blood into ice in his veins.

“Y/N?” Ash said, his voice shaking. “What are you doing here? What did they do to you?”

“Don’t you wanna play, Ashy?” the thing pretending to be Y/N teased in a singsong. “We just want to have some fun with you.”

Ash tried to push the other monsters off him but they held onto his limbs tighter and pulled him back down to the floor. Y/N knelt between his spread legs and took hold of his right hand. Her touch was icy, the blood on her hands slicking his skin and making him gag. She brought it up to her cold lips and nuzzled his wrist before running her sharp teeth along it.

“You won’t need this, will you?” Y/N crooned.

Ash could feel his pulse pounding in his chest as his breath came out in shallow puffs. This wasn’t how the dream was supposed to go.

“No, you don’t need it. You won’t miss it either.”

Ash tried to pull his hand back but she yanked it further away from him and sank her teeth into his wrist.

White-hot pain flashed through his body and he screwed his eyes shut as he screamed and his body arched off the floor. His back hit the floor again and his eyes shot open.

Ash found himself staring at the ceiling of Y/N’s bedroom, his skin slick with cold sweat and sticking to the blanket covering his legs. He flexed his fingers as he gathered himself again and sat up on the side of the bed. He glanced down at his right arm and found it the way he’d seen it for so long. Still gone, he thought. He shouldn’t have been relieved to still be missing his hand but it meant that the dream was over for now.

He stood up and tiptoed around the bed to Y/N’s side where she slept soundly. Ash’s fingers shook as he reached out to stroke her face and he breathed out slowly when he found that she was still normal. Just a dream, his mind repeated. It was just a dream.

Ash padded out of the bedroom and made his way to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. He flicked the light on and turned the sink faucet, the sound of running water filling the deafening silence. The water was icy when he splashed his face, giving him the wake-up shock he needed. He dried his face without looking at himself in the mirror. He knew he looked a mess and didn’t need to see.

There was little chance of him getting back to sleep so he made his way into the living room. Ash turned the standing lamp on and sat down on the couch, his head hanging as he took deep measured breaths. His mind whirled round and round as he thought about the nightmare. 

Why was she there? She’d never been in that nightmare before, so why now?

“Ash?” Y/N asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw her standing next to the couch. “What’s wrong? Why are you up?”

“Nothing, I just couldn’t sleep,” Ash said, trying to brush it aside. “You should go back to bed.”

“Are you sure? It didn’t look like you just couldn’t sleep,” she said as she sat next to him. “You were making a lot of noise.”

“It was just a nightmare, don’t worry. I have the same one all the time.”

“Yeah, but not like this,” Y/N said and rested her hand on Ash’s knee. “You were moving a lot and I kept hearing you say my name.”

Time to rip the bandage off, Ash thought. There was no way to weasel himself out of talking about it.

“It was that same nightmare about the cabin,” he started. “But it was different this time.”

“Different how?” Y/N asked, stroking his knee softly.

“You were there.” Ash noticed how she stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. “You were there and you were one of them.”

“Oh, honey,” Y/N said and wrapped her arms around him. “It was just a dream, it’s never going to happen in real life.

“But what if it could?” Ash asked, his voice quiet as he let Y/N hold him and stroke his hair. “There’s always a chance.”

“I won’t let that happen,” she said firmly. “And I wouldn’t let them get you either.”

“I won’t let them get you,” Ash said as he buried his face into Y/N’s shoulder.

They stayed quiet for a while, Y/N letting Ash put his weight onto her as she stroked his back, played with his hair, and listened to his breathing. She thought that he’d drifted off to sleep again but he lifted himself off of her and tenderly kissed her forehead.

“Thanks, baby,” Ash said before hugging Y/N again.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Y/N said and returned his hug. “You always help me feel better when I have nightmares.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t thank you when you return the favour,” he said before yawning.

“Think you could come back to bed now?” Ash nodded. “C’mon then, I’ll keep the monsters away from you.”

“Not before I keep them away from you,” he said as he let her guide him back to bed.

[photogrivy]

If the last 48 hours of petty tweets, the unexpected airing of dirty laundry, and the whole of the internet thinking she’d ever let Louis Denver inside of her was anything to go by, Ivy had figured today was gonna be a rough day. With a day of gossip rags theorising about her relationship with her best friend’s ex boyfriend – one of the many things she didn’t miss about dating Dierks – and watching Wardo wallow in self-pity, Capote in his lap, head in his hands, and Ivy tucked against his side, she’d been grateful for a day off to just relax. As much as she genuinely loved her job working for the Rangers, she was pretty content to not have to see Max face-to-face after everything that had unfolded. It was a veritable mess and Ivy thought she might need another five to ten years to recover from the whiplash they’d all experienced. 

Today, however, she’d begrudgingly left Wardo’s couch – where she’d situated herself with a throw pillow and one of Capote’s blankets – and made her way into the bar, ready for a world of distractions to keep her from worrying about her best friend. She’d cursed herself on arrival, remembering that Raff had the day off – for reasons she hadn’t actually cared to listen to at the time – and silently prayed that they wouldn’t get too many difficult customers coming in today. Not that Ivy wasn’t able to handle them herself – she was more than able – but without Raff to keep her grounded, on a day like today, she hadn’t quite trusted herself to be a voice of reason. 

For most of the evening, her shift had passed with ease. Nothing too strenuous, a steady flow of customers coming in – the week leading up to Christmas always tended to be a little more hectic, even on a weekday, so she’d accounted for large parties of pub crawlers in silly red and green hat, most of which hadn’t bothered her in the slightest. That was, of course, up until the last 20 minutes before closing. 

Ivy was winding down for the evening and delighting in the slower pace of the night, chatting aimlessly to some of their regulars as she sipped her steaming mug of tea, keeping herself awake. In what she could only describe as a crash heard around the world – another cliche that she was sure Wardo would eat her alive for – a young woman came storming into the bar, leaving the doors swinging on their hinges as she veered right towards Ivy. Confused and not in the mood for any more drama, Ivy came out from behind the bar and fixed the woman with a stare. 

“Can I help you? We’re closing,” she’d told the woman, keeping her tone as patient as was humanly possible for Ivy Rogers. 

The woman was beyond reason, however, and swung, full force at Ivy, her ringed fingers colliding with the side of the girl’s face. Truthfully, Ivy had taken harder hits over the years, but the shock of the impact alone had sent her head reeling backwards, the collision causing her to lose her balance. Stumbling backwards, she gripped her hand tight onto a barstool to steady herself and turned her attention back to the woman in front of her. 

“Holy shit, lady. What the fuck is your deal?” she yelled, throwing professionalism out the window. 

Straightening herself up, she locked her two hands together and stretched them out in front of her, cracking her knuckles in a way that she hoped was vaguely menacing. Then, Ivy curled her right hand into a fist, walked towards the woman and punched her square in the jaw, knocking her to the ground instantly. 

“Dumb motherfucker,” Ivy spat, her own cheeks stinging ever so slightly from the light slap she’d received just prior. 

She was just readying herself to turn away, back to her punters, and apologise for the commotion, when two men walked into the bar. One was short, probably about Ivy’s height, but ripped. Despite his height, he looked as though he could go a few rounds with Scotty Carter without breaking a sweat, his arms bulging out of his comically small t-shirt. The other was taller, about six foot and weedy as hell; they looked like they were straight out of a fucking cartoon, if she was being completely honest. With an arched brow, she waited to see if they were with the woman on the floor – who was now wailing, not a tear in sight, and claiming that Ivy had tried to kill her. 

“What the fuck did you do to my sister, slut?” The shorter of the two asked, and Ivy smirked. Of course, the random erratic woman who had seemingly attacked her out of nowhere had a set of misogynistic bodyguards who looked like they’d been permanently trapped inside a mismatched set of House of Fun mirrors. 

Readying herself for a verbal beatdown, Ivy shook her head, no interest in arguing with a group of strangers with a stick up their ass. She had no idea what she’s supposedly done to offend the Cartoon Network’s latest experiments, but she wasn’t about to get herself fired in the name of breaking a few noses. It had been a while since she’d been in a proper fight and, as much as she missed it, she wasn’t sure Raff would be allowed to keep her on if she was caught throwing their customers through tables. 

Ivy opened her mouth, ready to offer a polite retort, when her eyes seemed to betray her too, causing hallucinations right in that moment. Because surely – at that hour of the night, a fresh bruise blooming on Ivy’s face – Louis Denver could not be walking through that door? Distracted as she was, Ivy noticed much too late that Ripped Danny Devito was charging towards her, her eyes widening as he tackled her to the ground, her head knocking off the edge of the bar as she fell. 

“What the hell is going on?” Ivy murmured, her vision blurring, blood filling her mouth. 

[skyetorrin]

Whumptober 2023 - Prompt No. 2

"I'll call out your name, but you won't call back." | Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."

Just when things were starting to go good again, they went downhill. Because if anything was consistent in his life, it was the bad luck. So even though he had just become captain of the newly refurbished Enterprise and they were about to start their 5 year mission, the first ever in Star Fleet history, he had to go and mess things up.

It started out as just a regular routine mission. They were supposed to go to this planet along the outskirts of the Alpha quadrant so they could see if it might be a good fit for the vulcan refugees.

“This is Captain Kirk. We are 5 hours out from Non Tellio in the Rho Minor system. Once we arrive I would like 2 security officers as well as a few scientists specialized in environmental studies to accompany me and First Officer Spock in Transporter 1. Kirk out.”

~~~

“Keptin. We are rapidly approaching the atmosphere of the planet. Should we enter orbit?”

“Aye Chekov. Make it so.” As he said this, Kirk rose in his seat and headed to the turbolift. “Spock, you’re with me.”

“Yes Captain.” The two headed to the turbolift where is took them down to the transporter wing. The 2 security officers as well as the scientists were already there when they arrived and Scotty was manning the transporter room.

“7 to beam down to the surface Scotty.”

“Aye Captain. Stand by to transport.” The seven of them got onto the transporter pad, and then felt the tingling sensation Kirk had always associated with being transported. He supposed he should stop teasing Bones about the dislike of transporters, after all, it did leave him feeling off balanced when he arrived.

In the ten seconds it took for him to run this train of thought, they had arrived on the planet. However, it seemed like the planet was covered in crystalline structures, which was weird because this planet was supposed to be similar to vulcan. Which meant sand, not crystals.

“Captain it appears the planet is not what we were expecting.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Captain my name is Spock not Sherlock.”

“It’s an expression Spock.”

“Ah.” There was a pause. “I still do not get it.” Kirk shook his head.

“Nevermind then.” He turned to address the landing party. “I know this isn’t what we were expecting and I doubt it will work as a planet for the vulcan refugees but nonetheless we should still observe the planet.”

There was a chorus of “Aye Captains” as the landing team fanned out, leaving just Spock and Kirk.

“Well Spock? Where do you want to explore?”

“I don’t think we should do any exploring until the rest of the party has come back.”

“Oh come on it will be fun!”

“Captain with you various allergies I don’t think it’s wise to-” Spock was cut off as Kirk starting walking in the opposite direction. Spock sighed and started following, after all, someone responsible had to follow him.

By the time Spock had gotten over to Kirk, he had already started poking at the different alien plant life. Spock had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“Hey Spock come look at this! It looks like it’s smiling at me!” When Spock heard this he panicked, he had remembered an alien plant in the Vulcan archives that looked bright and colorful but would trap you in your mind if you got to close. It was a brilliant defense mechanism, but unfortunately not so great when you have a Captain such as Kirk.

Just as Spock was about to warn him, Kirk touched the plant. The effect was immediate. His eyes glazed over and he collapsed.

“Spock to Enterprise. Two to beam up to med bay.”

“Aye Spock.”

~~~

McCoy was having a perfectly fine day. Until Kirk decided to do something stupid and ruin his alone time. That kid was going to be the death of him one day.

“Alright hobgoblin. What happened.”

“We landed on the planet and even though it wasn’t anything like Vulcan, the Captain thought it would be wise to explore anyways.”

“And I’m assuming that means he decided to go start touching random things?”

“Yes. Just as he was about to touch the plant I recognized it from our archives on Vulcan. I believe it has trapped Kirk in his mind. Although he may also be allergic to it.”

“Kid can’t do anything by half measures can he?”

“Doctor?”

“Nevermind. Why don’t you go look through the computer and see if you can’t find that plant while I stay here and try and keep him from dying.”

“Yes Doctor McCoy. I shall return once I have found the information.” 

~~~

He was cold. It wasn’t the cold when his mom forgot to pay for the power in fall. It was a deep, piercing cold. It seemed to go down to his bones, down to his very soul. All he could feel was cold. There was nothing else.

~~~

“Doctor I believe I found something that may be of use.”

“Well thank god because keeping Kirk alive is harder than a biscuit during winter.”

“Are biscuits not normally hard?”

“What no- nevermind. What do you have.”

“It seems the plant definitely has a mental aspect to it and it if the Captain can work through it on his own, he should come back to us. If he isn’t back within 24 hours, it means he is stuck and needs help getting out. Normally a Vulcan Healer would be used, but as I am the only Vulcan on the ship, it would have to be me.”

“Kid can’t ever make it easy for me can he.”

“Unfortunately not Doctor.”

“Yes well it’s already almost 20 hours in and he hasn’t shown any signs of change. You are probably gonna have to do my job for me and get Kirk out of this damned situation.”

“I shall go meditate so I am ready, comm me at the 24 hour mark.”

~~~

24 hours later and there was still no change in Kirk’s condition. So Spock had McCoy transport Kirk over to his dorms so he could set up the traditional meditation chamber. He didn’t want anything to go wrong especially when dealing with matters of the mind.

He steeled himself to enter Kirk’s mind. Checked, and double checked, and triple checked his shields were in place. But nothing prepared him for what he saw when he entered.

~~~

He felt the sting of pain all over his body. Each knife seemed to say something different.

“They don’t care about you.” A stab to the heart.

“Why would Spock ever want to be friends with you.” A stab from behind.

“You are a monster.” A stab in the palm of his hand.

“Why are you such an idiot.” A stab to the head.

“You never should have survived Tarsus.” A stab in his stomach.

“You are less than zero.” He is bleeding out. He was covered in blood. He collapsed.

~~~

Spock rushed over to Kirk horrified. His Captain, his friend, was bleeding out in front of him.

“Captain!” There was a certain air of desperation to Spock’s voice that he hadn’t experienced since Nero. There was no response. There was a stench of blood and the chilling silence that always seemed to avoid his friend. Except for now. Now his friend was silent and hardly moving.

He rushed to Kirk’s side and collapsed on his knees next to him. He had to do something, anything. So he placed his hands on Kirk’s. And he did the only thing he could do. He took Kirk’s pain from him and replaced it with the words “Wake Up”. 

Maybe he would die, or stay trapped in his Captain’s mind. But it would be worth it. He had to atone for what he did to his friend somehow. And maybe this would finally be his recompense.

~~~

When Kirk awoke he wasn’t in the med bay for once. He blinked his eyes open and looked around the room. He saw Spock in the corner which meant he had to be in his first officer’s quarters.

He slowly got up from the bed and walked over to Spock who seemed to still be in meditation.

“Spock?” No response. He shook Spock’s shoulders. No response. He felt something wet in his hands and looked down. Blood. But there was no pain. Which meant…

“Computer to MedBay.”

“Spock did it work?”

“Bones! I’m awake but Spock is currently unresponsive and bleeding out, I need you to come down here.”

“Damn Hobgoblin. You got it Captain.” 5 minutes later and Bones was down there with his full emergency kit for when someone was so critical they couldn’t be moved to MedBay.

He watched as Bones scanned Spock with his tricorder and found several stab wounds. He patched them up as quickly as he could with the dermal regenerator. When that was finished he hooked Spock up to a bag of fluids and blood that he had stored from Spock just in case anything like this ever happened.

“...will he be okay?” Bones turned to Kirk and nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully when Spock woke up he would be able to fill him in on what all had happened. But for now he would wait by his First Officer’s side until he woke up. It was the least he could do.

[space-helen]

‘Cotton on’

Words: 851

Pairing: Spock x Reader, Jim Kirk x sibling!reader

A/N: Tried to keep this as gender Neutral as possible

Request:  Maybe, reader is the little sibling of Jim Kirk (and in relationship with Spock). Reader is the only one allowed on the captains chair. And the rest of the bridge crew (Bones, Chekov, Sulu and Scotty) are very shocked when reader first sits on the chair and no one does a thing about it and then Jim comes in and everyone is prepared for a big fight but they don't know that reader and Jim are siblings? 🙈 - @hunters-rose​

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Being on the bridge had been an uncommon occurrence since you’d join the Enterprise. When you first started you seemed to be on it frequently, as you often took the least liked shifts but once you’d changed to work more regular ‘day’ shifts, being on the bridge rarely happened anymore.

“Thank you for coming up to the bridge on short notice.” Spock spoke from beside you as you walked together.

“No problem. It’ll be nice to be back there.” you admitted.

You slid beside each other in the turbo lift and let your hands intertwine with each other while you waited to get to the bridge.

Spock brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it. “I’ve missed you recently.”

“I’ve missed you too.” you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’m sorry that I’ve been working doubles recently.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s not your fault that half of the ship had fallen ill.”

“I know I just wish I could spend more time with you.”

“Do not let your brother hear you say that. He would be most offended.” 

You laughed and released the mans hand as the lift stopped to let you onto the bridge. He admired your smile and allowed you to walk ahead of him.

“This is Lieutenant Y/L/N, they have come to assist us with technical strategy while the Captain is absent.” 

“Y/L/N?” Sulu turned towards you to see if he could recognise you.

“That’s me.” you said as you moved towards the Captain’s chair.

“It’s familiar to me.” he admitted with a shrug as he watched Chekov turn around.

“Extremely familiar.” Chekov added.

“I’m sure it will come to you” you took a seat in the chair and watched the men’s eyes go wide “I know all about you though.”

Chekov and Sulu shared a glance as Spock stood behind the chair.

“Can I have the statistics up on screen please?”

“Sure” Chekov spoke apprehensively as he did what was asked.

You observed the information on screen. “Up all of section A by seven point five percent.”

You heard someone enter the bridge but continued to speak “Section B by ten percent and C down by eleven percent. You should find that there’s more balance.”

“That’s not the Captain.” you could hear the voice you knew to be Scotty’s behind you.

“The Lieutenant is here to help-”

“I know who they are” Scotty waved at Spock to stop talking as he walked further onto the bridge. Crossing his arms he leant on a console as he watched you work.

“When we come across anything that needs to be fired at remember to-”

“What's going on here?” you noticed your brother's voice instantly.

Everyone turned their attention to the centre of the room in one way or another, some being more subtle about it than others.

Jim came to stand next to you, placing his hand on your shoulder as he looked at the screen “Ah, messing with the ship I see.” he said playfully.

“I’m only doing what Spock asked me to do.”

“Who the hell is in the chair and why isn’t there a fight?” Bones’ voice quipped as everyone fully turned to face the centre of the room. 

“Now why would we fight?” Jim looked around the room to see everyone’s puzzled expressions and Scotty's smug expression.

“It appears that they do not know Captain.” Spock commented.

“Over a year and they still don’t know?” he dropped his hand from your shoulder as you laughed “Bones you must know?” the man stared at him blankly, “They’re my sibling.”

“How were we supposed to know if they’re announced as Y/L/N.”

“To be fair Jim I did change my last name to stop being compared to you.”

“I know but I thought they’d cotton on.”

You shrugged and stood up “It’s all yours.”

“Had enough already?” he smiled as he took his seat again.

You rolled your eyes “No I just want to see you try and figure out what to do with the information on screen.”

“You know. I’m most disappointed in you Bones.” Jim turned in his chair to face the man “Do you not do proper research into your patients?”

The man grumbled “I obviously knew but it’s not something that stays at the forefront of my mind often. That reminds me” the man turned to you “You’re physical is over-due.”

“Oh is that the time?” you faked looking at a watch on your wrist. “I’m late for, uh, something.” you moved quickly to the turbo lift and slipped inside.

“Typical Kirk behaviour.” the Doctor commented as Jim laughed.

“Oh come on Bones you love us really.” 

“I sure as hell don’t but Spock sure does.”

Jim eyed Spock for a second and the man raised an eyebrow at Jim “I have no clue as to what the Doctor is referring to.” 

“I don’t want to hear it.”  Kirk made himself comfortable and looked at the screen “Y/N sure as hell knows what she’s doing huh?”

“Indeed she does.”

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[thenorsiest]

As a dyslexic Trekkie can I say something?

You absolutely DO NOT have to write out Chekov’s accent! Or Scotty’s! Or anyone’s! I know the characters and how they speak. I will read your regular English words in their voices. Promise!

I don’t think some of your realize how difficult it is to Decipher the made up language that gets created for those characters. How much it pulls me out of the story. How much time it takes my brain to piece together what’s trying to be said. There’s no consistency between authors either so each time I read something new I have to decode another translation.

Speech patterns are one thing, along with word preferences and usage. Spock says “Fascinating” and McCoy might say “Y’all” and Scotty is more likely to use a phrase like “oh aye captain” but those are spelled in standard way. A way I already recognize.

I know the English language is a mess, but as someone who already struggles with it, can we just not make it harder please?

[pikechris]

so I’ve seen a lot of opinions on Jim Kirk in SNW around here... and personally, I think he should appear in it. but listen. the way I see it, it shouldn’t be in the first season, and he shouldn’t be a major character, because he’s not on the Enterprise at the moment, and the show is about Pike’s Enterprise. however:

Jim and Spock attended the academy at the same time between 2252-54, and Spock was only a year above Jim

Discovery basically confirmed that they haven’t met yet prior to 2258, or at least not in a significant way, though (they would probably pass each other in a crowded hallway or in the cafeteria or share a class together but with like 300 other people and that’s it)

they act Like That pretty much from the get-go in TOS

and while the Short Treks ep Q&A told us that establishing rapport and basically making friends with his commanding officer(s) on day one is kinda Spock’s thing, his relationship with Jim is obviously different from that with Una and Pike

that implies that they have some sort of history prior to Jim’s taking over the Enterprise, at least a meeting or two if nothing else, and that they did like each other enough to consider each other friends very early on, if there wasn’t outright attraction

supposing we get to see the entire 7-year period before Jim becomes captain, that meeting would have to happen during the SNW era

now, we don’t know much about Jim’s life before captaincy, but I’d assume that he was likely on a five year mission between 60-65, and we also know that he was on the Farragut between 55-57, which was when the thing with the sentient gas creature happened and its captain was killed

we also know that he taught at the academy at some point. now, idk when that was supposed to be, but it would make sense that this would be after that attack--basically Jim, still a lieutenant, getting a bit of a breather back on Earth before he returns to space. then in 2260 he got another mission assignment and a promotion to lt. cmdr.

thus it’s possible that either the Enterprise crew might be in San Francisco for some reason and Jim might be there for, like, one episode--or whatever ship he’s on is in the same spacedock/starbase/whatever as the Enterprise, and while he doesn’t meet Pike (as they only met once), it’s quite possible he might meet some others and, most importantly, Spock. again for one episode, most likely, or maybe a two-parter finale if we’re lucky.

in the end, Spock remembers Michael’s final advice since Jim is pretty much the definition of the person she talked about (I mean, literally, she was talking about him and that’s canon) and decides to open up? a bit? especially since Jim is a genius almost on Spock’s level. and they exchange comm numbers or something so that we’d know they perhaps got in touch sometimes and continued to build that relationship over the years but on different ships, so that it doesn’t make a mess of canon but still gives us some development.

and honestly? that’s what I’d like to see. an acknowledgement as to where Jim is, and a meeting between him and Spock where they definitely hit it off--they probably have one of those slightly flirty intelligent conversations or something--to show us the beginning of that relationship, however it’s interpreted, and to give us a bit more of an idea about Jim’s career pre-Enterprise but not interfere with canon continuity too much, like having Jim on as a regular would. so no, I don’t want him to be there for a whole season or even more, but I do want them to find a way to include him somewhere. same for Bones, Sulu, Scotty, Uhura, and Chapel. all the iconic characters! 

and as for the confirming-he’s-bi thing? that meeting could do it and kill two birds with one stone. they could just explicitly show that he’s attracted to Spock, because he is. or they could mention an ex-boyfriend, or do it in a similarly small but meaningful way that doesn’t ruin the character but confirms a decades old headcanon and gives us the representation we’ve been asking for and makes us feel validated and seen, but not in a harmful way that plays into the stereotypes. as a bisexual myself, I’d really, really love to see that. but either way, they could do it and still stay faithful to canon, and I believe that’s their intention, given how they talk about the show and how excited they are about it. I believe they’re going to adapt the show to modern audience as they said but still be careful about TOS canon, and all these things could be done. they can include Jim and not mess things up--and I really, really hope that’s how it goes, because while there certainly is a lot of potential to be bad, there’s also a lot of potential to be as good as we all hope SNW to be, and I have faith that it will be. god knows we all need it right now.

[mismess]

Scotty got the zoomies

William came in at the same time he always did, 6:10AM on the dot. Late enough for things to wind down, but early enough to get to work well before anyone else, which is important when you might need to do an impromptu clean-up job after a night shift,

At least it was early enough. Until Scott ordered that dance game. Now he had to worry about that Fritz coming in early just to play the damn thing with Scott. Today however is Fritz’s day off, so nothing to worry about regarding them.

William unlocked the door to the establishment and swatted at the light switch to turn the lights on-

Nothing.

Power was out. Drained. William would have to go to the supply room to flip the breakers. He wondered how Scott was fairing, in fact, he was very eager to find out.

It was still dark out.

William got a flashlight from his car and returned to the building, slowly continuing down the hall, the tiled flooring and stars hanging from the ceiling seem to dance in the dim light. His heart ran just a little faster as he neared the security room...

Empty.

William relaxed his shoulders. No sign of Scott, must be in the backroom at this point, he thought. But there was no sign of a struggle either, which is odd if you’re being dragged off by giant angry robots. Just the regular mess that Scott always leaves on that desk, much to William's disdain. He always hated coming to such disorganization when it was his turn on the night shift, not to mention the half-drunk coffees just seem to pile up if he doesn’t do something about them himself-

Something rustled in the hall behind William disrupting his train of thought, it was fast and light, it didn’t sound like any of his creations, he immediately turned to see what it was but as his flashlight hit the doorway there was nothing there. He peered into the hall, checking both directions, but ultimately seeing nothing.

William continued to the back, now on high alert, all the animatronics should be back on stage at this point, so he has nothing to worry about. Right?

He had to ignore the noises, they shifted from one side of the room to the next in a frantic manner, but anytime he tried to catch a glimpse of what it was his flashlight either landed on nothing or a blur of a shadow. This flashlight sucked.

He got to the supply room with the breaker in the back, he headed to the box and pulled out his keys to unlock it-

*CRASH*

Whatever was running around ran past the brooms and mops being stored in here, knocking them over and causing a sudden noise loud enough to make him drop his keys, he shone his flashlight in all directions eventually landing on a pair of eyes staring straight at him.

He knew those eyes...

The eyes zoomed out of view and he heard the creature lunge for the keys on the floor, but any worries William had were gone at this point and HE lunged for the back of the neck of the creature.

“H-HEY!” a familiar voice yelled as he lifted up the cause of all this noise by the collar of it’s shirt.

It was Scott, wide-eyed and obviously riled up from his close call with the power, absolutely overflowing with energy he just had to expel. Scott wiggled like a madman trying to break free of his grasp, William’s face twisted into a mixture of disappointment and annoyance.

“SCOTTY, CALM THE HELL DOWN!” he yelled at the catboy as he snatched the keys from Scott’s grasp and dropped him to the floor.

“You are utterly ridiculous,” he said unlocking the breaker and restoring power to the building “You obviously were following me, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, it’s not fun if you let your prey know you’re stalking them!” Scott said as he shot up from the floor.

William watched as Scott ran back out the supply room door, nearly crashing into the hallway wall as he ran.

... Prey? William thought.

[bibliothekara]

IF YOU LIKED:

*Captain America the gymnastic hand to hand fighter,  stubborn as hell jumping out of planes, not always with a plan, will make sure you’re polite and uses your manners, tries to fix everything compulsively

*Iron Man the regular guy flying in a suit using all the  tech he can, snarking at everything, has his own twisty emotional burden but will definitely lay down on a wire for you AND give you a good intentioned speech at the drop of a hat

YOU DEFINITELY MIGHT LIKE:

Sam Wilson as Captain America, TWO GREAT TASTES THAT TASTE GREAT TOGETHER.

I can’t wait for the next Avengers movie when he’s trying to herd the cats of Carol, Steven, Peter and god knows who else. But at least this time we have a Cap with a home life- Louisiana is now firmly established as his home outside super-ing, the way San Fran is for Scotty.

(that show was kind of a mess plot and theme wise but Sam and Bucky are worth it ALL dang it Stan dang it Mackie)

[tsarisfanfiction]

I spun the wheel! Trapped + Beach = John :)

From Across The Ocean

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: John, Scott

And this should be the last one from the original batch that came through, at least.  Sorry it’s taken a whole week to answer... uni is hectic and my muses rebelled by being unco-operative.

I’m eyeing this prompt and I’m thinking this might get a little into panic attack territory, rather than anything physically whumpy, so small warning there.

Spin the wheel of whump and give me a character!

This was a bad idea.  This was a terrible idea and John had no idea why he’d ever agreed to it.  Had he even agreed to it, or was it one of those times where no-one had bothered to ask him and he’d just been dragged along anyway?  It had been a few years since the last time that had happened, his family learning their lesson about forcing him out of his comfort zone the hard way, and he found it hard to believe that they’d make that mistake again.

Then again, his family weren’t here.  His family were back home, probably fast asleep because of the time difference, leaving him with a group of college peers who had decided for some reason that the best thing to do was a day trip to the beach.  He’d been dragged, entirely reluctantly, to join them with promises that it was a quiet beach and no, there wouldn’t be many people.

Clearly, they thought it was a little white lie and that he’d get over it.  His course mates were still strangers, acquaintances at best, and hadn’t yet understood that his reclusive nature was entirely by choice.  He wasn’t shy, he just didn’t like people.

And he hated crowds.

The beach was a hive of activity, teeming with humans in a living, breathing, pulse of people.  He’d frozen up, unable to take another foot forwards, to join that monster, and his stupid, ignorant course mates had just laughed and dragged him through the sand until he was stuck right in the heart of it all.

Then they’d left him, dumped him on bag duty on the assumption that he was just being antisocial and therefore could guard their bags while they all threw themselves into the sea - teeming with almost as many bodies as the sand of the beach itself - and all John could feel was the pressure of so many people.

Packed in like sardines, people kept touching him, a hand on his shoulder as they skipped over the bags piled around him in a scrambled defensive barrier that completely failed at its designated task, tripping over his feet even though he was hugging his knees tightly to his body, trying to make himself small enough that no-one would notice him, no-one would touch him.

It didn’t help.  It didn’t stop the noise, didn’t stop the people brushing past him, didn’t stop the claustrophobia or the choked-up feeling in his throat.  Breathing was hard, too hard, and he should unfurl himself, but that meant making a larger surface area for people to interact with, and just the thought of that tightened his airways more.

He couldn’t get out.  He didn’t care about the bags, would happily abandon them in a heartbeat if it meant escaping, no matter how his course mates would react, but getting out meant clambering over warm bodies, meant doing to other people what was being done to him, meant more physical contact, and the mere idea of it was enough to have tears running down his cheeks, air harder and harder to draw in.

He was trapped.  No way out, no escape, and he curled up tighter, praying for the hell to miraculously disappear.

His phone dug into his thigh, poking through the thin shorts he’d been prodded into wearing for the trip, and it was stupid, but John was long past rational thought as he fumbled it from his pocket, almost dropping it into the sand when trembling fingers failed to grip it properly, and instinctively mashed the first number on speed dial.

Almost immediately, he went to end the call, a spike of rationality hitting again.  A phone call wasn’t going to help, and the time difference meant he’d still be asleep anyway and-

“John?”

The call connected before he could cut it, his big brother’s voice distorted by the speakers and still drowsy with sleep, and his trembling fingers froze just short of the end call symbol.

“John, are you okay?”

Scott’s first instinct was concern, even though he was clearly still waking up, but perhaps that should be because he was still waking up.  John knew the timezones, did the math instinctively, and never called them before dawn.

Back in Kansas, dawn was still a little way off.

“John?”

Concern was rapidly shifting to worry, and it was that familiar tone, the big brother sensing something was wrong and immediately hunting for ways to set things right, that had him whimpering his brother’s name.

Scotty.  He hadn’t called him that in years.  Not like this, a plea and a prayer.

“I’m here, John,” Scott promised, even though he was just a voice in his ear, not one of the warm bodies pressing against him - the only warm body John ever willingly suffered on a regular basis, because the rest of the world was one thing, but his big brother was a barrier of safety.  “Can you talk to me?”

The sleep had vanished from his voice, big brother wide awake at the prospect of a little brother in distress.  John hadn’t been that little brother in years.

Since the last time he’d called for Scotty in that little whimpered plea and prayer.

He tried, searched for words, attempted to vocalise them, but he couldn’t grasp them, couldn’t get his breathing to stop hitching long enough for his lips to form them.

“Okay, okay.”  Scott cut through his attempts, calm and steady in a whirlwind world that wouldn’t stay still.  “Okay, John, you need to breathe.  Can you take a breath for me?  As deep as you can.”

He tried, clinging to his brother’s voice, but his throat hitched again and it turned into the gasp of a drowning man.  Scott stayed steady in his ear, reassuring him, coaxing him to try again, counting him until there was air reaching his lungs again and wrapping him in the security of a big brother.

There was no demand what was wrong.  No insistence that he talk to him, even though John knew Scott had to be panicking and running through scenario after scenario in his head, trying to work out what had sparked the whole mess.  Just reassurance, a steady voice in his ear keeping him grounded and helping him breathe.

“Sorry.”  It slipped out, an apology for worrying his brother, for waking him up, for forcing him to help him from the other side of the Atlantic.

“Don’t apologise.”  Scott’s reply was quick, automatic, and predictable.  “I’m always here if you need me, John.  Always.”  The last word was more than a promise, it was an insistence, a full binding oath.  “Where are you?”

The warm bodies were still there, but Scott’s voice was like a forcefield, keeping the full force of them from hitting him.  Keeping him safe.

He told him, even though there was nothing Scott could do about it.  His big brother couldn’t work miracles, no matter how hard he tried, but a small part of John clung to the childish hope that maybe, just maybe, Scott would appear in front of him and guide him out of there.

Of course, that didn’t happen.  Scott was in Kansas, teleportation still only existed in fiction, and John was on a beach in England.

What did happen, a while later but John was still on the phone, still talking to Scott about anything and everything and trying desperately to forget where he was, was a flash of blond and designer sunglasses covering bright blue eyes.

“John, darling,” Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward said, delicately picking her way past the warm bodies towards him, her own forcefield of upper class and a scowling bodyguard parting them like the old story of Moses and the Red Sea.  “You look rather lost.”

A perfectly manicured hand hovered in front of him, not quite touching but an invitation, and John accepted it.

The bags were forgotten, a lesson for course mates to learn, as she led him out through the crowds and into a familiar pink car.

His phone was still pressed to his ear, the call still connected even though Scott had stopped talking when John had stopped responding, and John didn’t know how he’d done it, but, “Scott?”

“Yes, John?”

“Thank you.”

“Any time, little brother.”

There was only one way Penelope could have known to come looking for him.

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i generated a show to draw refs for. thanks rng gods SO MUCH for not giving me a massive one

yes my "put all the character in the background characters" disease struck again. trigger warnings for abuse belowwwwwww

Boston Bully is the former leader of Riff Raft's gang. He is also a horrible monster of a person. He started out as a regular old bankrobber with his right-hand-man Shifty, and then got... extravagant. Shooting & killing people and shooting his name into just about anything became his calling card. Of course, the image of being feared extended to his gangmates. Shifty got the worst of the abuse, but Boston was horrible to... just about everyone he's ever met. He groomed Riff up to be the perfect leader, just in his own image, later. Riff is not, and his gang quickly broke the bottom rung off their cufflinks as soon as Boston was killed. The Champion is not much of a guy. He can pack a punch and has a lot of force, but his most dangerous weapons are real weapons. He is not a super hero like Underdog, but he is the only person who has ever arrested and/or beaten up the Boston Bully. He's also the mentor of Underdog, which is probably Underdog is such a good psychical fighter. He has since retired, letting Underdog take the mantle from him. (Also, I imagine he listens to the same Commissioner that Sam & Max do.) Cauliflower Cabby, however, is kinda a guy! He wears bowties for pleasure & is the Champion's alter ego. He's Shoeshine's sort of rebound father, and was the one who taught him to to actually be an adult. He also used to date Pinky Knees, and introduced Shoes & Polly to eachother. He retired quickly after Boston died, tacking a wicked bullet to the shoulder and not wanting to worry Shifty, his boyfriend, too much. He currently works as a summer school teacher (but I keep autocorrecting to Sunday school teacher, which might also be true.) Pinky Knees Purebred is Polly's mom and I have always thought of her as a wild old woman. She slept around alot when she was younger, and still does these days to a lesser extent. One of these sexual endeavors with a long-term fuckin friend ended up in a pregnancy. Pinky sorta shrugged and kept it. The friend panicked and started to date her, deciding that he did not want to know how much child support she could press him for, being a lawyer and all. Pinky is aromantic so stayed to give her son, Noah, a good shot at a normal childhood. A few years later she got surprise pregnant again, and had Polly! The friend was not a good father, and didn't want to do it again, so he hit Pinky once. She left immediately and went to her bff the Champion, and decided she'd rather let it go and not involve her kids in a lawsuit. Nothing much else happened to Pinky or her kids from there, they both grew into successful adults and Pinky still does what she does best (being court debate and banging strangers.) -(This is not related to her backstory, but I imagine that one of her bangin buddies was Scotty Affen. Not anymore, but she's the reason that Scotty and Polly are friends. She was also very surprised when Underdog introduced him to her as his agent.) Shifty Borzoi is my favorite character of the bunch. (What can I say. I like kinda evil gay twinks.) He used to be Boston's most loyal follower, and best friend of Georgia Raft. He recruited Taptap into the gang. Things were so good for a while, making absolute bank and hardly even having to work for it! Until, well, Boston started taking out his various angers on Shifty in several different ways. He's still messed up these days, and certainly flinches if you move to fast near him, and can't even bear the thought of banging someone. Anyway, Shifty put up with the abuse for the moment, making sure that no one in the gang thought anything was wrong! They certainly thought that things were wrong. Shifty waited and waited to strike back until he decided that Riff was capable enough to lead the gang, and shot Boston until his guns were out of bullets. Then he ran away, without a chase, out of the gang, never to be seen again. -He went to the Champion, of course. Champion was a beacon of light and endless well of patience that was perfect to help Shifty recover. And Cauli, of course, takes him in. And Shifty is doing much better than he ever was in the gang, now living a happy life out of crime in an office or something. He does know Shoeshine, and doesn't remember Taptap at all - though did feel a weird wave of deja vu when Cauli took Shoes under his wing.

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After Omega : Fanfic - Star Trek TOS (Gen)

@sicktember

Prompt #4 Headache

by: greenroseunderglass (1st post to tumblr, I know I'm messing up every way possible.)

Notes: The TOS episode "Omega Glory" is literally one long recipe for a headache for Kirk. Spock was caught in the nimbus of a phaser set to kill in this episode.

Numbly, Jim tried to orient himself among the crush and chaos that was the excited Yangs. Spock. He was trying to keep an eye on Spock, who had admitted to being weak, which probably meant he was barely keeping his feet under him through some feat of Vulcan endurance. Jim’s vision was swimming a bit in the torch-flashing darkness, and he was so damn tired, but he eventually homed in on the red-shirted security guards, and found McCoy, very unhappy, at Spock’s side.

The doctor was not supporting Spock, but he clearly wanted to be. Spock stood at-ease, clearly rebuffing any such attempt. So McCoy was scanning the crowd, and when his eyes hit Jim he lunged forward and grabbed his arm, dragging him forward to stand the appropriate distance from Spock for a beam up. The sudden jerk brought the taste of bile up behind Jim’s teeth. Bones was glaring hard enough that it made Jim a little more dizzy to try to meet his eyes, so he stopped trying to and looked at Spock. Whose at-ease was wavering in its own wind.

“I suppose we can beam up now?” McCoy demanded.

Unperturbed, Spock spoke into his communicator in a steady but very quiet voice, “Three to beam up, Mr. Scott.”

Jim was moving the second the transporter let go, and caught Spock, who went at the knees the moment the transporter beam released him. Kirk had him before his body could hit the ground -- he’d known the usually-inconsequential disorientation of the transporter was going to get Spock, he’d just been able to tell. McCoy was swearing, and his scanner was humming.

So Jim had him under the elbows, crushed against his side, and he only had a moment to dislike how limp Spock had gone before the awful realization hit him that his own balance and coordination was not sufficient to maintain the two of them until the waiting medical team swimming into focus in the too-bright lights of the room could climb on the platform.

Kirk clenched his teeth and swallowed. He had been up for two straight days and nights, but he was not going to drop Spock, and he was not going to throw up in the middle of the transporter room. He was trying to get the nausea forced back enough to tell the corpsmen to hurry up and get Spock when McCoy took Spock’s other side and more than half his weight, and gestured his subordinates forward.

They relieved Jim of the Vulcan’s weight, which he needed, and of the contact, which left a gnawing worry behind it, and put Spock on the anti-grav stretcher they had waiting. One of them handed McCoy a small med-kit which he instantly opened. He read off the hypos, and administered them directly to his patient.

Clearly McCoy had called ahead. Why had Spock waited that long for him to beam up?

It was a little worrying that Spock had let himself be handled by strange corpsmen -- these were new crew, on board less than a month -- and put on the stretcher without complaint, silent and pale and submitting to McCoy’s attentions with none of their usual argument. Jim blew out a slow breath and closed his eyes, then breathed in a deep one as he raised his head and eventually reopened them. Reset. He trusted Bones, and Bones had said authoritatively that Spock would live. There was a lot left to do with—

“Doctor,” Spock had rallied enough to come up on his elbows and look at Kirk, his gaze assessing. He interrupted the doctor in a quiet but very firm voice. Definitely coherent. “You are aware that the Captain has had several trauma-induced periods of unconsciousness during this mission, but you are unaware of the most severe. To my certain knowledge, he has been unconscious due to two severe traumatic blows for a cumulative nine hours and eighteen minutes since our beam down.”

Spock wasn’t announcing it to the room, just to McCoy, but it was bad enough because Bones stopped dead and raised his head. “Captain, you are required in Sickbay in twenty minutes.”

A biting reply wanted to come out – he was too tired to be bossed about by his CMO exercising his prerogatives – but Jim made himself stop. The truth was, his head was a pulsing raw pain he’d been able to manage only by lifting above it – literally dissociating from his own body a bit to cope. He had blood coming out of one ear, his vision was getting worse, and as his adrenaline dropped he was starting to get his own crosswind himself. He was stubborn, and he had a thousand things to do, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Yes, Doctor.”

McCoy, following the stretcher out, stopped to double-blink at him, then looked him over again. “Do you need transport?”

“No, Doctor.” The guards and Scotty and the transporter chief were all listening to them, now, so Jim walked to the door. Oh, yeah. He was getting his own wind and McCoy noticed, of course, caught Jim’s arm to balance the wavering, and started to demand Kirk come with him right then.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes, on one condition,” Jim said quietly as he followed McCoy out into the hall. “I know you have some kind of anti-emetic in there, you always do when you’re treating Spock for anything serious. Give me.”

“Yeah?” McCoy asked, trying to catch his eyes, no doubt to evaluate his pupils, but Kirk wasn’t having it. Not quite yet. The doctor's voice was on the gentle side, though, which was immediately soothing, and he opened his med-kit. ”Migraine?”

Jim wished he could say yes, but it wasn’t a good day for blatant lies. “No. Spock’s right. I got my bell rung twice, hard-“

“As opposed to the half-dozen times it was lightly rung?” the doctor asked sharply. “I’m not blind, you know-“

Speaking slowly, Jim continued, “But I’ll be all right for a few more minutes, and then you can do whatever you want.”

“You’re just afraid you’ll get sick all over the Bridge? I’d bet on the turbolift, that upward and lateral motion at once—“

Kirk felt sweat on his upper lip, and he swallowed, hard. McCoy looked a bit abashed and gave him the shot in the arm, and within a few seconds Jim’s stomach had returned to the normal position. He coughed a little and swallowed, then tried out a smile. “You’d be amazed how much that helps. I –“

“Will be in Sickbay in twenty minutes, Captain,” McCoy growled, snapped his med-kit closed and took off after his patient. Instinct urged Kirk to go after them, but duty sent him in the other direction.

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It was like water dripping away. Onto him. Away from him. A little more impairment. A little less adrenaline. Jim Kirk put one foot in front of the other, and he smiled when he needed to, and he was able to think well enough to handle what had to be handled and know when something had to be put off for a more coherent day. The lights got brighter, though. Drip. And blurrier. Drip. And god it hurt to focus his eyes. Drip. He prepared a bare bones report for the Admiralty, because that couldn’t wait, and every sound got louder. Drip, drip. The world got foggier, and his energy to navigate through it was lessened.

He finally turned, then waited as the Bridge kept turning for a moment before settling down before his eyes. “Mr. Sulu. You have the conn,” he said, and headed for the turbolift. His crosswind was getting more stormfront than gentle breeze – he knew he was swaying on his feet, didn’t that count for something? “If I’m needed you can reach me in Sickbay. Mr. Spock is also in Sickbay. Unless he is needed to keep the galaxy or the ship from blowing up, please forget you can reach him there.”

“Aye, Captain,” came from several people, but then quietly, from Uhura alone, “Could one of us escort you to Sickbay, sir?”

Kirk forced himself to stop swaying, forced a smile to his lips. “No, but thank you, Lieutenant.”

The drop of the turbolift had him laying back against the wall, and his hands over his eyes were trying to push the pain back away. Water dripping everywhere, he was in a rainstorm and it was washing away the world and his energy and his ability to control himself. His head had reached the white-out level, the pain hitting places his consciousness wasn't willing to go with it. One last thing, though.

He walked into Sickbay to see Dr. M’Benga arguing with Dr. McCoy, gentle to his irritation. “You’ve been up for two days, Leonard. Either go to your quarters or go sleep in your office, but you are not fit for regular duty right now.” They’d both worked under worse conditions for crisis duty.

“Just give me a few more minutes, Geoff. I’m not being stubborn. I want a shower and my bed, but—there he is!” He turned from his fellow doctor to glare at Kirk.

“Twenty minutes does not mean forty-five, Captain, sir.”

Kirk made one of his ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’ dismissive gestures and closed his eyes in a brief headshake. “How is Spock?”

McCoy frowned at him as he moved toward him with a scanner in one hand and a tricorder in the other. “In a healing trance. He’ll be fine in a few days, Jim. We were able to treat the radiation poisoning and the rest he can handle himself.”

Jim’s head went down with a huff of a sigh, but he batted at McCoy’s arm when the doctor raised it with the scanner, and McCoy started to growl at him, but Jim made his little dismissive-gesture-closed-eyes-headshake thing he did again. He spoke very evenly. “No. Bones. I think I could use that… transport now.”

He didn’t go at the knees, he just dropped, and it was all McCoy and a lunging M’Benga could do to keep his limp body from bouncing off the floor.

He got a bed beside Spock's for three days. McCoy's blood pressure was not very appreciative of their stay.

End

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Disco 3.09: Terra Firma (Part 1)

That scene of [spoiler] flat on the ground getting just systematically pummeled by [spoiler]—punch after punch after punch after punch—was a perfect metaphor for what the themes this season have been doing to me emotionally. It’s been a pleasant, if occasionally heart-wrenching, surprise to feel something about this show besides “whoa, cool CGI!” or bone-chilling dread—but hopefully Season 4 won’t feel quite so much like it’s being aired directly at me.

So I went zero for two on last week’s predictions in the first goddamn scene, lmao. Turns out the post-TNG combadge on Vor’s early-TNG uniform was just a VFX mixup in the trailer, since he’s seen with the correct oval-backed delta in the actual episode—so that’s neither a meaningful plot element nor a cute inside joke about historical accuracy over the centuries, shame. Still got to see Gersha Phillips’s take on a spandex front-zip, though—that piping! *chef’s kiss*

I also thought Georgiou’s condition was “obviously” something engineered by David Cronenberg’s character (subtitles say his name is Kovich). Apparently he didn’t cause what’s happening to her; he’s just here to explain it. Now if only he’d explain what the fuck is up with his tie...

Speaking of the unfortunate Lt. Cmdr. Yor—he was from the fucking Kelvin timeline??? I wasn’t sure they’d ever acknowledge that in prime canon—and I don’t think the mainline Trek universe has ever been called “the prime universe” diagetically until now, either. (“Why not The Mongooses? That’s a good team name! The Fighting Mongooses.”) I especially love what a small connection it is: one guy crossed over from there, a long time ago, in what was apparently a one-off incident. (He also arrived a year before Lower Decks S1 is set—will we see an animated Vor on the Cerritos next year?)

Tilly: *aggressively eats lunch with you*

You can see how the hope and idealism of Discovery’s crew has softened Admiral Vance—his conversation with Captain Saru was so mentorly and almost tender that it gave me the terrible, terrible feeling that his character growth, and especially his soft “See you when you get back,” mean that he’s definitely going to be killed by Ossyra before they actually get back :(

Likewise, Georgiou’s goodbye scene with Saru and Tilly was a transparent attempt to manipulate my emotions, and guess what? I was successfully manipulated 😭😭😭

As a “computer person” myself, I found Adira forgetting to un-pause their descrambling program—then thinking, since it wasn’t running, it had broken—almost painfully relatable 😩 Also in that scene, Stamets sticks up for Gray’s presumable intentions in (sorry for this...) ghosting Adira (...it was right there!), and Adira says, correctly, “but he doesn’t get to decide what’s good for me”—and speaking of painfully relatable moments, I loved Stamets’s reaction there.

When you’re an adult of a certain age and you’re talking to someone a fair bit younger, you’re sometimes confronted with the uncomfortable reality that wisdom rarely comes from quantity of experience alone. To grow wise, you have to experience things that teach you important lessons, and you have to be willing to learn from those things. That can happen at 16 or 46, and realizing it’s more about luck than time when you’re closer to 46 than 16 can give you a little existential vertigo. It’s a lovely grace note in Stamets and Adira’s relationship (and Anthony and Blu’s performances!) that Paul doesn’t always have the high ground when it comes to emotional intelligence.

SPEAKING OF PERFORMANCES, just drive a truck full of Emmy statues up to the Martin-Green household and dump it out on the lawn. Every one of Prime Michael’s pangs of hurt and confusion and desperate affection for Phillipa comes through loud and clear—and Mirror Michael is just unhinged. Sonequa Martin-Green is one of the greatest acting talents any Star Trek production has ever had, she’s clearly having the time of her life sinking her teeth into this role, and it’s a genuine fucking privilege to watch her work every week. I can’t decide whether I want Evil Michael Burnham to have a SUPERLATIVELY AWESOME death scene or show up again down the line as a recurring villain—but this is Star Trek, so you never know, we could easily get both.

David Ajada shows up to collect a paycheque, ask Saru if there’s room in the A-plot yet for Book (not this week, sadly), and walk around looking like the goddamn Wikipedia entry for "compulsory heterosexuality" in yet another long black sweater from H&M’s 2019 "Gender? I don’t know her" collection. (Face it: there’s no man more attractive than a fictional one written by a lesbian.)

I guessed last week (privately; no points) that the barren planet we saw them on in the trailers was going to have some kind of Guardian of Forever situation, but I didn’t expect Paul Guilfoyle to be there, and I did not expect Carl—who, sort of like how Book has a Star Wars vibe, feels right out of Doctor Who.

(The only other headline in Carl’s newspaper that I could make out, by the way, besides the big one about the emperor, was about the USS Jenolan having gone missing—the ship that crashed into the Dyson Sphere with Scotty in its transporter buffer, as seen in TNG’s “Relics.” Easter egg? Or plot point???)

Michelle Yeoh has been so great in so many ways on this show, but she outdoes herself in this episode, in every single scene. Just like Michael Burnham, Georgiou was conceived as a one-season character—she wasn’t designed to have room to grow—and Season 2 didn’t really do anything to write her out of that corner. Season 3, though, has done a really compelling job of giving her interesting things to do and interesting ways to change.

And sending her back to the motherfucking Mirror Universe is possibly the most interesting way to show just how much she has changed, holy shit. (I guess Carl didn’t read about the Interdimensional Displacement Restrictions in that newspaper of his.)

There are two legitimate reasons for sending characters to an AU with extremely out-of-character doppelgangers: to highlight something about our regulars through contrast, and/or to let the actors vamp. The MU arc in Season 1 was grim and almost entirely joyless, and didn’t really shine a light on anything in the prime universe—it was just a generic escalation of stakes for our heroes. The Klingon War was the frying pan, and the MU was the fire.

This time we actually learn things about these people: Georgiou, of course, but also that the “real” Captain Killy has a lot more of Prime Tilly’s trademark nervous disposition than Prime Tilly pretending to be Captain Killy. (Too bad Killy’s destined to get blown up by Klingons with the ISS Disco in the Prime Universe.) It was also a ton of fun to see Rhys and Owo as deadly rivals, Rekha Sharma as Evil(...er?) Landry again, and Bryce throwing knives in the mess hall—at, please correct me if I’m wrong, a brunette Hannah Cheeseman as an un-augmented Airiam?????

Also, I don’t know why they got Mirror Stamets of all people (inventor of the evil spore drive—not, as far as we know, also an evil slam poet) for that dramatic recital at the evil ribbon dance, except I know exactly why: he’s played by Anthony Rapp, who’s a goddamn treasure. And Georgiou changed the timeline here—Mirror Stamets was still alive to get phasered by Mirror Lorca in S1—but I hope we come back to the MU in Season 5 and Stamets is somehow, inexplicably, still around—only to get killed in a hilariously blasé way again, because—again—he genuinely sucks at like, the logistics of betraying people.

Finally, those adorable little DOT-7 drones... but make them eeeeeeeevil.

Next week: We must leave behind all of that which destroys us. A mood for 2021 if ever I’ve heard one. (Plus, Mirror Saru grabs a dude—either Mirror Culber or someone else in medical red—and bodyslams said dude into the ceiling, which... is also a mood for 2021, tbh.)

[kinetic-elaboration]

May 10: 2x18 The Immunity Syndrome

Finally another TOS episode. I missed it. I miss Star Trek in general, I need to... get back into obsessing about it on the regular. It makes me so happy but I haven’t had room in my brain for it lately.

Anyway, I didn’t remember too much about this ep until halfway through, but I enjoyed it a lot!

Hilarious to me that as Kirk says “Some lovely...planet” he’s obviously supposed to be looking at the pretty woman who passes by his line of sight, but the camera also takes that moment to pan out far enough to show Spock for the first time. Who is implying what??

Poor Spock... The Intrepid dying was the thing I remembered most about this ep, because, like, obviously, a whole group of Vulcans on a ship. But this is such a sad moment. But at least his best friends come to see if he’s okay.

Lol Kirk, when has there EVER been another starship in the area? I feel bad for the crew; their vacation has officially been cancelled.

The space amoeba was hungry.

“A deep understanding of the way things happen to Vulcans.” I really like that. I like this whole Spock and McCoy conversation.

Also, damn Spock. I feel like he read not just McCoy but the whole human race. But also like what a hypocrite, because the Vulcans were pretty violent.

Kirk’s thinking face. Like the human embodiment of the thinking emoji.

I feel like this ep is inspired by people’s curiosity about black holes in the 60′s.

Mccoy’s go-to is always the stimulants. That should solve everyone’s problems.

“You’re the science officer! Do the science!” Basically an exact quote.

Star Trek Into Darkness

Oh no, they’re penetrating the Zone.

“The stars are...gone.” Whoops, guess we’ll have to rename it “Trek.”

“Kindly tell me what happened to the stars! How can I have a romantic nights on the observation deck if there aren’t any stars, tell me that, Mr. Spock?”

Is this one of those eps where Kirk pushes himself too hard, and everyone else, too?

“Are you trying to be funny, Mr. Spock?” I mean like in his defense, that was pretty funny. An also, Spock definitely knew it was.

“I recommend survival.” That’s it, put Bones on t100 now.

I’m sorry, but how do people not love and respect Kirk? He just wants to explore, he is so brave, and he always knows what to do.

Drink every time someone says “unknown.”

I feel like Spock is the only one not bothered by all this.

“If it went against the rules of logic [to do everything opposite], would Spock suggest it?”

Also love that Kirk’s like ‘well worst case scenario, it doesn’t work, and I can use this incident to make fun of Spock until our inevitable oncoming death!’

Bones has been hitting the stimulants pretty heavy, I see.

And Spock stays behind for a moment alone with Jim...

I love this take on Vulcans!! They have never been conquered. They don’t understand facing the unknown. At the end, they felt astonishment.

This acting is amazing. Make me believe you’re being thrown about bbs!

Oh, no, it’s like a virus... I don’t like that one bit.

Kirk’s like “I remember my biology. The biology... of Vulcans, right Mr. Spock?”

It devoured the Intrepid extra fast because it was hungry.

Oh no, Spock and McCoy are having a martyr-off. And insulting Jim’s science skills too lol. “Stay out of this, yellow shirt.”

Oh I remember this now. Kirk has to choose between his two bros.

“I have two science personnel in front of me, but only one photo in my hands.”

This is absolutely a classic reality tv show style fake out. “I’m sorry, Mr. Spock... you’re going on the death mission.”

Spock’s shade as they’re walking down the hall. “Sorry I’m better than you at everything, Dr.”

This Spock & McCoy scene too!! How McCoy should wish him luck. Let me have my Vulcan dignity. And then he does wish him luck but only when Spock has left... They’re both so savage here but I guess they’re both stressed out and tired. And Spock’s in mourning too. This is like Spones Unfiltered.

“And Dr. McCoy... you would not have survived it.” Why does that hit me so hard?

“He’s kicked it in the side to let us know!”

Destroy! That! Organism!

Spock getting a jab in at McCoy even now: “You should have wished me luck.”

Attack! The! Germ!

That beastie.

This score is going so hard.

The amoeba would just like phasers. Lots of energy. Yum yum.

Lol I thought Spock was going to dictate an actual will but he was just being extra. I mean... he does have a lot of property.

I love that Kirk asked for one tractor beam and Scotty was like “I think that’s a bad idea” and Kirk’s like “okay TWO tractor beams.” He’s going to save his space husband, Scotty, it’s not negotiable.

Captain McCoy. So sassy.

The power levels are dead, Jim.

Spock is bringing back data for McCoy as a gift! How sweet.

How does McCoy know he messed up the tests?

“Some..lovely planet.” For real this time.

Okay, that was a great episode and I really enjoyed the whole thing: the concept of the giant space cell virus, the Enterprise then becoming a sort of virus itself to destroy it, Kirk’s excellent leadership abilities, the triumvirate scenes and especially the Spock and Bones relationship, the reference to the Vulcan ship--but it did not stick the landing. We didn’t get to see Spock return? More importantly, we didn’t get to see Kirk totally collapse from the stimulants? Okay, maybe that would have been bad. Bb can make it to Starbase 6. I just didn’t want it to end I guess.

I feel like Spock was especially savage today but then it also makes sense. He was probably as drained as everyone else. Plus, I think losing the Intrepid must have been very difficult for him. Like he told McCoy, he felt all of it. Poor Vulcan as a whole; that’s a lot of people. Also, I suspect, based on their pacifism and also how upset Sarek was about Spock joining Starfleet, that they are probably underrepresented generally in the service. That was probably the only all-Vulcan constitution class vessel in Starfleet. And you know Spock knew some of them personally.

Anyway now that I’m thinking about the Intrepid... I so desperately want to know what an all-Vulcan ship would be like. Just 400 Vulcans. At first I suggested they had a meditation room but that’s too private an activity. They probably do a lot of jamming out in their rec room. Also all their cabins must be extremely decadent.

Current plan is to watch another episode on Thursday to make up for missing last week, but the next one is A Private Little War, which is just so depressing so... we’ll see.