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minithefutureawaits09 · 3 years

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Just posting an Update,

I’m still looking for LONG—TERM Spirk Roleplay partners!

I wanna make friends, ya know?

But it’s time to make an updated post rather than reblogging my stuff. Especially because a lot has changed.

Things to know

1. I’m 16. Sixteen. S i x t e e n. It speaks for itself.

1.5 I use they/them pronouns to those of whom it concerns.

2. I want to play James T. Kirk. (But I can play other characters- Like bones; Shamless plug but, if you’re interested in that you should check out my scones story on A03).

3. Universe doesn't really matter to me. I love alternative universes and multiverse concepts.

However, if you really wanna know I prefer AOS, (that Jim Kirk is so much fun to portray.) and Mirrorverse things however, I will 100% always have a spot in my heart for TOS or OMS (Old Married Spirk).

4. I am quite experienced in the roleplay world, however I am prone to asking for help coming up with a reply; especially if I end up stuck for one reason or another. Please understand that sometimes it’s simply because my brain is running on low power mode- it happens.

5. I try to be as active as possible, but if I’m unavailable I try to make that as clear as possible. Right now I am in the midst of marching competition season so my ability to be online is all over god’s creation. So I ask if you’re busy or something just tell me, I would like the curtesy to be returned.

6. If you want a sample of my writing, look around my tumblr for the most convient. However, if you want my best work in my opinion your should check out “Sorry to my Unknown lover,” & “Stay with Me” on my A03.

(Minimarshie is my a03 user)

Length & Other Requests

I don't care too much about length, sometimes things can only warrant a shorter reply.

No one/two liners every reply, but like I said it may happen because sometimes there isn’t much to work with. Particularly the closer you get to a time skip.

3rd person is preferred, but I’m more than willing to work with you if you roleplay in 1st person. It might take some adjusting on my end to make it work, but I’m willing to trust to process.

You don’t need fancy symbols or anything to signify stuff, most I ask is you use quotations to indicate your character’s speech from their actions.

What am I interested in plot wise?

At the moment?

- Royalty Aus, (I can't help it, I wanna stick Jim in a dress of some sort at least once). I am a sucker for these wholeheartedly.

- Ship life/Shore leave/Laying over at a base with some sort of drama going on.

- Domestic AUS of any kind. Hurt comfort ones hit different though.

- Jealousy plotlines ♥️

- Other fandom based Aus

I.e. Beauty & The Beast, Cinderella, Phantom of the Opera.

- Hurt comfort, arguments, angst. Love all of it. If you haven't read any of my works, you should because I do a lot of writing in that genre.

- _______ to Lovers

Childhood BFFs, Friends, Mutual pining, Enemies, don't care what you wanna start as.

- Hanahaki disease & other fake illnesses of similar varieties. I love reading what is thought to be unrequited love is actually requited it just-

*chef’s kiss* ya know?

(however, I am not brave enough to venture to hurt without comfort.)

However, I am open to suggestions and more than willing to collaborate on plot line ideas.

Alright, I’m hooked what do I do?

Well. You can reach out to me in four different ways.

1) Leaving a comment on this post.

- (Please note with method there may be a few days delay in me seeing your message)

2) Messaging me here on tumblr

-( I don’t bite I promise, and you’re more likely to get my attention)

3) Message me on A03 @ Minimarshie

- (though I’m not even positive this is possible, but like if it is that’s cool).

4) Send me a DM on Discord, Minimarshmallow#5442 is my user.

- (Just be sure to clarify where you came from. I.e. you saw my post on Tumblr and were interested but this will definitely get my attention.)

I’ll see you all on the second star to the right, and straight on til morning.

- MTFA

#character: spock #captain kirk #commander spock #james kirk #enterprise #jim kirk #spirk #spirk is canon #spock #roleplay #looking for rp #new rp #rpg #comfort #long term rp

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minithefutureawaits09 · 3 years

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I'M ALIVE!

I promise. I promise I'm still alive and writing.

So life update,

Uh, I've gotten into the thick of marching season aka compettion season so like my ability to be online has like fallen off the face of the earth.

I'm still working on my stories, don't worry.

Speaking of stories, I do have a new one up, "Sorry to my unknown lover,"

It's a scones story :> It also has feelings out the wazoo, so like there's that.

I try to write from the heart when it comes to sad things, what can be said?

Also, My asks are open! Feel free to ask questions & I’ll try my best to answer them :>

Alright well that's all for now,

~MTFA

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minithefutureawaits09 · 3 years

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Looking for my Series, “Stay with me?” The original post is still here..Somewhere, but the rest of the story has moved!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Spock, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Montgomery "Scotty" Scott Characters: Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura, Christopher Pike Additional Tags: Spock Loves James T. Kirk, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy Friendship, Emotionally Hurt Spock (Star Trek), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Sleepy Cuddles, Couch Cuddles, Morning Cuddles, Missions Gone Wrong, Protective Jim, Dammit Jim, Nightmares, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Soulmates, Romantic Fluff, Leonard "Bones" McCoy is a Good Friend, Jim is a Little Shit, Established James T. Kirk/Spock Summary:

Spock’s been having problems ever since the loss of his mother and the destruction of his planet. When an away mission goes awry, and his secret comes to his beloved’s light, Can Jim figure out how to put the pieces back together & make something beautiful out of what was broken?

Find out in this cuddle packed, fluffy goodness ahead!

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minithefutureawaits09 · 3 years

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HEYA. Hi. Okay. Haven’t posted in a hot minute.

So I’m going to get to the point. My Series, “Stay with me.” Is being moved to...

(DRUMROLLLLLLLL)

Archive of our own!

It’s easier for my peabrain to organize chapters on. Plus this way, one chapter isn’t burried in the depths of my tumblr whilst another floats on the surface. (Ya dig me?)

Q&A

Will I still write on Tumblr?

Yes. ofc. My AO3 will likely just be for series works. Tumblr will likely end up as little drabbles and other odds n’ ends.

Likely to be subjected to chaos, and random personal updates nobody asked for but that’s fine.

What IS your AO3 name?

It’s really hard to guess. I mean. Really. REALLY difficult.

...

No but seriously, it’s Minimarshie. I’m not that original to come up with something else.

What does this mean for my works already posted on tumblr?

Again. They’re not going anywhere, they will be right-- right there.

Anywhos

I’ve got nothing left to say so..

TO THE FUTURE AND BEYOND!

- MTFA <3

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minithefutureawaits09 · 3 years

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I’ve got little to no words. I’m rather proud of this, even if tears were shed. I promise my series SWM will get another part soon.

Paring: Spirk ❤️

Universe: AOS (Au)

The song that is featured in this is a cover but I like it versus the original. Always Remember Us This Way by Lady Gaga.

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Synopsis:

Jim hears a song on the radio and it brings back all to sensitive memories of his older brother, Sam- who is dead in this fic. (ofc, Spock is there to comfort his husband and burrito him in his favorite blanket.)

Anywho,

I present to you,

Memories

By Minithefutureawaits09

Livin’ la vida loca!

Whilst in their now shared quarters, Jim and Spock had tuned into an inter-planetary radio station. They had just gotten finished dancing to the last bit of the song right after the chorus was heard for the final time.

The blonde was panting, however his blue eyes were absolutely gleaming. He loved these nights where Spock would indulge him a little, and they’d have a little dance party every once in awhile. Occasionally a slow dance would come on, but it was so much fun when they would have upbeat songs back to back. Trying to keep up with them provided quite the workout for the both of them.

The commercials were playing right now as both stopped to get a drink from their glasses of water that were sitting on one of the end tables. Jim had sat down on the sofa and Spock followed suit shortly. Turning to look at the other, (once he’s caught his breath), he asks,

“H—Having fun?”

“I am quite enjoying myself, and you, Ashaya?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t,”

He breathily giggles as Spock gives him one of those, ‘Really?’ looks- in a very Vulcan way, of course. He makes a face as he sticks his tongue out at his husband. Now that provoked an eye roll- when his husband thought he wasn’t looking.

Eventually the commercials come to an end and the slow music begins. Almost immediately the blonde freezes in his tracks once on his feet as the haunting melody is immediately remembered. Those words…

Will follow him around forever now.

But—

There was no way.

No way.

Absolutely no way!

Not this song. Please it can’t be this song!

Anything but this song.

He feels the gentle pull his husband gives on his hips to pull Jim to him right as the lump in his throat lodges and the numbness settles into his stomach. He feels sick. So sick. So utterly sick. His thoughts going on so many different directions he doesn’t know what to do.

“K’diwa?”

A gentle tug on his hips and his husband’s words pull Jim back. The warm wet feeling on his face recognized when a thumb gently wipes a tear away, however; there are far too many of them for it to have done much good. He was crying, and he doesn’t doubt he’s paled too.

“Jim, what is wrong?”

He opens his mouth, but the chorus has just hit so all that comes out is a heartbreaking sob. He can’t feel the arms that rest on his arms, nor the hand carding through blonde hair briefly, can’t hear his name.

He doesn’t feel his knees give and those sobs escalate. He isn’t there when he is swept up with ease, brought over to their rocking chair on the far side of the room. The firm hold on him as though Spock would let go and there would be no more Jim Kirk may as well not have been there. Gentle words did not find his ears just as the calling of his name had not. Too far gone. Jim Kirk is too far gone now. The monster has swallowed him up. All he can hear, all he can focus on is the song…

Their song.

The older Kirk brother, and the younger one.

George Samuel Kirk and James Tiberius Kirk.

Samuel and James

Sam…and Jim.

Sam. His brother.

Although this grief was not fresh, and hasn’t been for two and a half years, this song makes it feel like it was yesterday.

Yesterday that he got that world shattering call. That call.

The one to tell him that his brother was dead.

The way he collapsed to his knees with a cry that caused both Bones and Spock to rush over, his grief far too overwhelming to do anything.

Anything but drown in the agony. Screams, cries, sobbing. His brother. Dead. Gone. No longer here, No longer alive. No final goodbyes. He never got to say goodbye. He got nothing.

Nothing.

By that point his best friend had taken the phone while Spock picked his husband up from the floor and put him onto the nearest bio-bed. From there he can’t remember what happened himself, however his partner had shown him much later that for his safety and because he needed it, Bones had decided to sedate him. The next days after that were blurry too and while the offer has been put out there for Spock to let him see through his eyes…He doesn’t think he can handle it, so he refused.

He screams, he cries, he sobs, all over again. This melody. These words. They were like a sea, throwing him around mercilessly. The sea doesn’t care if you drown under its waves, and he felt the trouble keeping his head above them for much longer by himself but just when he feels the drowning beginning all over again, the softness of a blanket- No. Not just a blanket— the comforting smell was far too much of a give away; his favorite blanket being wrapped him, is what draws him back to reality. His husband has him on his lap on the rocking chair they have, the blanket wrapped up around him.

Gently rocking back and forth in his husband’s embrace and the back rubs. Every moment one of love, of understanding. Spock knows now what’s wrong, there was no way he didn’t. He told him about this song though he had never seen it until now, he knows about what it brings back. Memories of Sam, of the trouble they would get into together, the good and the bad times. His partner in crime when it came to things that involved his mother. That he was gone. Gone. G o n e.

“I’m here, K’diwa, you are not alone.”

“You are safe here, This place is of no judgement.”

“Sam was a wonderful person,”

“He was very lucky to have had a brother like you,”

The gentle words he had not heard until now, where his breathing and the tears are finally slowing, he moves his slowly head to look up at Spock. Fingers letting go of the fabric they had been clinging tightly to in favor of the softness of the blanket. Those beautiful brown eyes staring back at him. A hand moved very gently to brush hair out of his face, away from his eyes. He now feels the swamp of emotions that are not his but are the other’s; of just relief that he is alright now, but also of his unconditional love for Jim. The love that makes them both so crazy things yet the same love that brings so much comfort in moments like these.

Moments like these where vulnerability happens.

“There you are,”

“Hello, my Jim.”

This pulls a weak smile onto his face even if the sentences are beats apart. He knows Spock enjoys pointing out when he can feel Jim. Like now. He must’ve lowered his shields from where they usually rest- not blocked, but high enough both has privacy.

A kiss to the tip of his nose, in between his eyes, cheeks, forehead, and finally to his lips. Only for a few seconds because he couldn’t breathe otherwise. Each one conveyed love with so much more, and each he tried his best to send at leas that love back to Spock. The song continued playing, but his partner never ceased comforting him.

Then song was over, and after the music was gone. The sound of breathing, the rocking, and occasionally words are what filled the air. Movement came a little later as Spock moved just enough to get some tissues so Jim could wipe/blow his nose.

Once that is taken care of there are no words exchanged when the other prompts him gently to lie back down. He just listens to the hand pressing against his back letting it guide him. It then turns back into back rubs, but the other hand gently plays with his hair.

He is safe here. He is not alone. Although it hurts, it’s easier with Spock. These thoughts and the back rubs gently ease him into sleep once the exhaustion settles in. Spock falls asleep shortly after unintentionally, but when they awoke he would begin to make things better and help his partner recover from this.

Jim was really lucky to have something worth so much that it made saying goodbye so difficult, and Sam would always be remembered by him. Always.

His memories, the good, the bad, and the few indifferent ones.

#Youtube #captain kirk #character: spock #comfort #commander spock #james kirk #jim kirk #spirk #spirk is canon #spock #enterprise #aos jim kirk #aos spirk #aos spock

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Alright. Finally decided on it.

✨I’m committing to a series✨

Is this going to backfire on me? Probably. Will I be dragging myself on this march? Again, probably. Will I be suffering when the writer's block hits and I don't want to write?

Oh yeah absolutely, yet I'm going to so do it anyway.

And my dearest friend @vulcanhugsclub M’ dedicating my struggles efforts to you ❤️

I think in the tags you said this was a submission someone suggested, so I hope you don’t mind if I contribute.

So basic summary of what’s going on:

(AOS SPIRK)

Spock is struggling to cope with the loss of Vulcan & Jim is willing to help him through plenty of cuddles.

So rules of the game:

- Spirk but it’s where they both got stuck on a planet and it was one of the first times Spock had actually slept since the destruction of Vulcan. When they get back on the ship Spock wants to have that again and Kirk is down for having a snuggle buddy and they fall even more in love.

- Bonus points if they crew places bets on the pair. (Oh this is going to be fun).

- Extra bonus points if it causes a bond to form (of which they can use to communicate)

- Extra extra bonus points if Spock actually needed more physical contact and to establish some sort of mental connection to help with the death of his mother. Because Vulcans be like that.

Sighs in I’m not a huge fan of Amanda’s death but we’re sticking to our guns.

And since it says they just fall further in love with each other because of their cuddles and doesn’t outright say one way or another…M’ going to say there’s already an established relationship it’s just hidden. But boy oh boy do I have a plan for when the crew finds out.

*cracks knuckles*

Let’s dig in.

Stay With Me.

By Minithefutureawaits09

Chapter 1: Stuck

“Kirk to Enterprise! Come in Enterprise!”

Static…Static…Static…

Jim signed in frustration, their communication with the ship had suddenly been interrupted, though before their gear went to crap Spock had advised the possibility of a storm that would interfere with their mission. He really should’ve known better than to play those odds, however, he refused to not go with the landing party. Sure, it’s always been like that, but particularly after he somehow managed to get into a relationship with Spock. So here they were with a couple of backpacks Bones insisted they take with them because his friend knew that there wasn’t any stopping him from going on this long mission. Err…well. The doctor could have.

If he had wanted to start an argument, that is.

Yeah, so anyways back to the surprise about his partner. It’s Spock. The same one that choked him within an inch of his life, and brought him up on academic charges for cheating, but also helped him take Nero down and was the best damn first officer in the fleet.(Even though he might be biased on the fire first officer thing due to his position).

“Well Mr. Spock, I suppose it’s you and I for now, I can’t get anything.”

He hands the communicator to Spock who fussed with it for maybe all of five seconds before declaring it pointless and handing it back to his captain who only frowned further.

“Agreed, Captain.”

“Did Ensigns Romero and Kigel made it back to the ship?”

“As far as I am aware Captain, I am not sure. Our comms are currently inactive, however you saw them disappear as well as I did.”

“Right.”

The way the Vulcan gives a solemn nod at that only makes Jim feel a little worse-ish about the situation. The ensigns had the golden swirls of light only associated with coming or leaving the ship, so he can only assume they had made it up safely and without harm. Whatever deity was out there knows they’ve had enough problems with it for the next thing to be two ensigns that have gone missing.

“C’mon, let’s go find some shelter to camp out at. I’m not a huge fan of this suddenly changing weather, and those clouds don’t look like they’re going to hold much longer. The last thing we need is for both of us to get soaked.”

Spock said nothing as Jim leads the way through unfamiliar territory. After awhile they find a small cave hidden by a few large rocks, but still easily accessible if one crawls through a small opening. It was perfect timing too, because right as Spock enters behind him the loud crack of thunder breaks the air and the sound of rain pelting down begins.

Wasn’t that just wonderful?

“Well. I suppose we don’t really have a choice of wether we were going to stay here or look elsewhere.”

“Unfortunately, and this cave is… I believe the Terran saying is, ‘a tight fit.’ However, we are both safe from the weather and completely dry.”

“Right you are, Spock. Right you are.”

Jim pauses for a moment or two as he sets his bag down, a little hesitant on his actions,

“Well. May as well see what Bones gave us in our packs.”

So Jim opens the flap and began pulling stuff out,

A lighter, which sort of surprised the blonde because he has not the slightest idea how his good friend managed to pull this one off. When he feels the engraving underneath his thumb though that’s when it dawns on him it’s the doctor’s personal one. That’s how.

A flashlight, pretty typical. Good for illuminating things and blunt force defense if needs be.

Water purification tablets, but nothing to carry water with?

Ration Bars, not his favorite but they don’t really have much of choice. Again these should last them a good while should they need to.

That was it. At least that made sense why the pack was so light versus the tons he expected his mother hen to have sent him off with.

“So what have you got?”

“A sleeping bag, four water bottles, and a basic first aid kit.”

Jim puts the stuff back as he feels a bit of an awkwardness now. At least one of his things made sense now that he knows what Spock has. The purification tablets. Yet he’s not quite sure why Bones decided to spread things out between them like this. Shouldn’t the tablets went with the water? Or maybe one person carries the gear while the other carries the supplies they have? Not that it matters now, all is said and done at this point.

“And you captain?”

“A lighter, flashlight, water purification tablets, and a couple of ration bars,”

“I see.”

Well, he’s not quite sure what to do now, as he watches Spock unfurl the sleeping bag. What else can they do with the whirlwind going on outside and the starting to drop temperatures?

Jim is aware that due to the fact they’re in a cave, that they’re bound to be cooler in here than outside but this is starting to get uncomfortable. Without realizing it he draws his arms close to his body as he looks towards the entrance of the cave.

If he’s just starting to get cold…then how was his first officer still out of the sleeping bag? The thought makes him lift his gaze from his shoes, and just as he met Spock’s dark brown gaze the best he could in the lighting,

“Captain, if you are cold, may I recommend you lay down in the sleeping bag?”

“It’s alright Spock, you go ahead. You’re probably far colder than I am.”

“Negative Captain, I must insist that you take the sleeping bag-“

“Spock, it’s alright, I’m just starting get cold-“

“Nonetheless Captain, it is important that you get some sleep while you can-“

“And I’m not going to sit here, just starting to get cold, when there’s a possibility you’re far more effected than I am. Besides I’m not tired just yet.”

This causes a few moments of silence between them,

“If danger appears, although I doubt anything would go anywhere in this weather, how would you be able to defend us if you can barely move because of the cold?”

His First officer looks away, almost sheepishly. The blonde can’t help the sigh that leaves because he feels a little guilty now. For a few moments more he doesn’t say anything until an idea hits,

“How about we compromise and share the bag?”

The young captain suggests, it’s the best idea they’ve got. Plus they both get what they want, so this win-lose situation turns into a win-win.

He watches as Spock mulls it over,

“I suppose that is a logical solution to our problem.”

“Good, because I don’t have any more ideas.”

So Jim settled first into the bag on his right side facing the cave entrance, then once comfortable Spock crawled in behind him. He can’t help the glance over his shoulder when he feels a hand rest on his waist, it immediately moves but he quickly assures,

“It’s alright Spock, if you want to hold me or set your hand there it’s fine. We’re not exactly on duty anymore.”

He was half expecting a fight but there wasn’t anything. That’s odd. Just him relaxing as an arm pulls him closer and a face his pressed against his back. He rests his left hand over Spock’s hand, and their fingers intertwined. Through their direct contact he could feel one of two things.

1) Spock’s hand is cold, so this was a good choice.

2) The flit of emotions that aren’t quite his, but are concerning him a little.

He let himself lie there for a good while, but eventually he couldn’t take it anymore,

“Spock?”

“Yes Captain?”

“Well, first of all, It’s Jim right now- especially because we’re this close in a sleeping bag and it’s just awkward otherwise but also because if it’s alright I’d like to ask a personal question.”

“Alright Ca- Jim. What is it?”

Jim forces himself to roll over and face Spock, which the closeness for both parties makes them blush. The Vulcan’s arms find their way back around Jim’s waist although very hesitant on their journey. The human’s hands resting against his chest, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. He easily pulls the top hand resting on his side away and interlocks their fingers again. This kind of physical closeness they had agreed on not showing on away missions or generally outside of their quarters, however this was one of the exceptions both had now realized there was.

“Are you alright, Spock?”

“I am functioning adequately.”

“I don’t believe that,”

The human gives a squeeze of their hands with his next words,

“I can feel just- I’m not quite sure how to describe it, just these like…it’s almost like static electricity but for emotions that aren’t mine and they’re not exactly happy ones either. Plus you didn’t even argue with me about holding me.”

He can see the surprise that brings to the Vulcan’s face, mouth open just slightly to mirror this before it goes back to it’s best stoic line.

“Talk to me Spock, what’s going on? I’m worried about you.”

He’s still silent even after his gentle attempt at coaxing, so right as he’s about to say something else his partner speaks,

“I am having difficulties with the idea of sleeping…Jim.”

“Why? What’s bothering you?”

More silence, but he will be patient. For Spock. He will be patient.

“I am having night terrors due to the loss of Vulcan.”

The blonde feels his heart twist in his chest, pulling their entwined hands closer to his face.

“And is this an every night thing? Have you spoken to Bones about it?”

When there seems that there’s going to be more silence he decides to address the elephant in the room,

“Spock I’m not judging you for having nightmares. Especially over something like this. I’m just trying to figure out what’s wrong because I care about you.”

His words seem to have hit home as his partner nodded and opened his mouth to answer,

“I have been able to mediate some of it with meditation, however recently it has proven to be ineffective and my performance I’ve noticed is beginning to suffer. I have not yet seen Dr. McCoy because I thought I had it under control. However, yes. It is starting to become an every night occurrence.”

Jim frowns, that’s not good news at all. However, here, there is nothing that can be done for him except for the blonde to comfort him the best he can.

“Well. I won't let anything happen to you here, ”

He says quietly as Spock leans down to rest his head in his shoulder.

“You’re safe here, I promise, and when we get back if you want to we can talk to Bones about this.”

He can feel as Spock's exhausted body starts to relax but just as quickly start to tense again,

“It’s alright, it’s alright, I’ve got you.”

And it ceases. He digs into his memory for things Sam would do when he got home from the hospital due to Tarsus. The nightmares he had of his own were pretty bad. That's when the gentle tune of “You are My Sunshine”, comes to mind.

He starts gently humming after they made a position change and Jim was on his back with Spock laying on top of him. His fingers gently stroking through dark hair, as he does so, the fact that his partner has his head resting over where the human’s heart is caused a gentle smile to rise to his features. Sam would always hum this tune to him after his bad ones.

Eventually he feels the other’s breathing level out and knows he’s asleep, so he too lets his eyes close and drift into an inviting darkness.

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minithefutureawaits09 · 3 years

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Hehe...

I’m in danger from posting this.

I’m not sorry

Also ty for 10 follows ✨

Song/Inspiration: Traitor/Burn Mashup.

Pairing: Spirk

AU: TOS & AOS because I want people to suffer equally

Green is TOS

Blue is AOS

Titled:

I hope you burn, Traitor.

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Two universes. Four beings. Two soul-entwining death defying loves...or so they thought.

I saved every letter you wrote me, from the moment I read them I knew you were mine. You said you were mine, I thought you were mine.

Jim was on his knees as the fire burned hot, his robes were disheveled. Eyes aching from the sobbing, yet it wasn’t enough to satisfy the need to scream. To shout. Hazel eyes reflecting the embers as they danced.

Do you know what Bones said when we saw your first letter arrive? He said, ‘Be careful with that one love, he will do what it takes to survive.’

“Jim?”

...

“Hm? I’m sorry bones, I wasn’t listening.”

“Jim, I said be careful alright?”

“What why? Spock would never harm me.”

“He’ll do what it takes to survive Jim, just. Be careful.”

“A-Alright. Although I’m not quite sure what you mean by that.”

Brown guilty eyes, and little white lies, yeah. I played dumb but I always knew. That you’d talked to her, maybe did even worse, but I kept quiet so I could keep you.

“Spock where have you been?”

“I was dealing with things in the lab, my apologies for arriving late Ashayam.”

Jim didn’t believe him because he knew. He had asked the computer where he was, he was with Nyota. He wasn’t going to say anything. Spock could hang out with who he wanted to. It was none of Jim’s business.

Ain’t it funny how you how you ran to her the second we called it quits? Ain’t it funny? How you said you were ‘friends’ now it sure as hell don’t look like it.

Jim’s heart ached horribly. As he sat alone in his quarters. He had seen Spock, there trying not to laugh at Nyota’s joke, the way his hands clasped over hers. He seemed to be doing alright but Him? No he was falling apart at the seams.

You talked to her, when we were together.

(Burn)

Loved you at your worst, but that didn’t matter.

(Burn)

It took you two weeks to go off and date her, guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a Traitor.

(Burn)

The blonde knew it. Two weeks. Two- Two weeks and he had caught wind of what happened. Betrayal, anger, devastation. All words easily used to describe him.

“There’s no way to prove it Jim,”

Bones was right and god that didn’t make it any better. There was no way to prove that anything happened while they were together. No one besides Nyota or Spock would know, and it’s not like they would come out and publicly announce that. That would be beyond stupid.

When Vulcan had collapsed, even though Spock had choked the daylights out of him his feelings never changed when he thought of it.

You published the letters the letters she wrote you, you told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed.

The pamphlet that had destroyed his world rested in his hands. Numbness had soaked into his core. He had been away at Pikes, spending time with him and their adopted daughter. Everyone knew about his- that man’s infidelity. Everyone. How was anyone supposed to look at Jim and not think of this event? Not know that his sole loyalty lies with Jim.

Now you bring her around, just to shut me down. Show her off like she’s a new trophy. I know if you were true, there’s no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.

Jim wanted to hurl. The way Nyota looked so beautiful on Spock’s arm just as he wanted to. How happy they appeared. Knowing deep down that used to be them- or more specifically just him. How though? It had taken forever for Spock to admit that he ‘felt the same’. There was no way. Absolutely no way Spock could feel the same for Nyota this soon. He’s not sure if that knowledge is supposed to make him feel better or worse.

Ain’t it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid. Ain’t it funny, remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid.

“Spock, why won’t you answer any of my questions about Nyota?”

“Because, Ashayam, you are merely being paranoid. My love and loyalty lies with you and you alone.”

And you are paranoid in every paragraph how they perceive you!

Riiip…

You!

Riiiiippp….

You!

Rip..riiip..

You!

Jim stares down at the torn letter in his hands. Tears causing wet spots to appear where they landed on the torn letter. Something he had once loved torn to bits, yet he couldn’t find it in him to care.

I’m erasing myself from the narrative, let future historians wonder how Jim Kirk reacted when you broke his heart.

Jim crumpled the pieces of the letters and threw them into the fire. Watching as they caught immediately.

You have torn it all apart, I’m watching it…

Burn

(You talked to her, when we were together.)

Watching it Burn

(Loved you at your worst, but that didn’t matter, It took you two weeks to go off and date her, guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a Traitor.)

How Jim had ended up here in front of Spock he didn’t know. Tears down his face, breathing heavy, heart racing a mile a minute as they argued.

“God I wish you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you!”

“When you’re sleeping in the bed we made, don’t forget about the way you betrayed me!”

Jim shoved his finger against his husband’s robes, as he took steps forward he backed up. Anger, betrayal, all the emotions he had been shoving down bubbling through to the surface.

“You forfeit all rights to my heart, you forfeit the place in our bed! You’ll sleep in your office instead!”

He turns and crosses his arms and he walks back towards the fireplace,

“With only the memories of when you were mine!”

(“Yeah, You’re still, You’re still a traitor!”)

“You’re still a traitor,”

Blue piercing eyes stared coldly into the brown ones not far from him. Yet in another universe it was hazel ones, only he held for a few moments shorter than his blue counterpart. They all were too different. Too different. Destiny was wrong. They are not destined to be Together.

“I hope that you…Burn”

Jim tosses his wedding ring in Spock’s direction, the silence between them enough to hear it hit twice. He can’t even bring himself to look at the Vulcan’s face a moment longer because he has no remorse or pity for him. He brought this upon himself.

(Ooh), “God I wish I thought this through, before I went and fell in love with you.”

The blonde watches as his ex’s eyes widen as his quiet words. That seeming to be the jab that got though to him. Not that it mattered anymore. They were nothing. He turns and walks away.

Jim leaves the room, too heartbroken to do anything more than follow through on his wish to lie down and drown in his slumber.

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I hope you people enjoy this. I shed a lot of few tears writing this. I know some may be like: oh it would be better without a happy ending. I thought that too trust me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. Apologies for the shortness.

Pairing: Spirk

AU: TOS or AOS

Titled:

Five more minutes.

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“Jim please,”

Leonard looks at his friend who was laying on the bed. It’s been days since he’s seen any hope of the Jim he knew. It’s like a light has gone out in his eyes. He hasn't eaten or had something to drink properly in days and the only reason the man has anything in his system is that he’s practically had to shove it down his throat.

“F-Five more minutes, please, just- Just five more minutes?”

God McCoy’s heart twists as those words are said again. He knows that Jim isn’t ready, and quite frankly neither is he. M’Benga had offered to do this for him, but he had shaken his head and told him that he needed to do this. Although the hobgoblin argued all the time with him, he needed to be the one to do this. He owed Spock that much. All the times he had looked out and over for McCoy.

“Kiddo, we can’t keep putting this off. He’s not going to wake.”

“Five more minutes! Please, p-please just five more minutes!”

Jim’s sobs make him have to look away to keep from crying. His friend, the little brother he never got to have, was laying next to Spock’s body all hooked up to various machines keeping him alive. His face hidden in what he told him was Spock’s favorite sleeping robes.

“Five more minutes. Just, five more minutes alright? I’m serious this time.”

“Thank you, thank you. Thank y—you.”

He stands off to the side of the room, setting a timer. Hanging his head as he listens to Jim start rambling about things. His day, all of the bridge crew. Things that were all bearable until he started to beg Spock to wake up. Tears started down his cheeks. He looked over things, He had started to take care of the Vulcan’s final wishes- or at least the paperwork for them.

“Two minutes Jim.”

Jim just sobbed harder, at least for a few moments before he started to say his goodbyes, how much he loved him. How proud he was to know him, how proud he was of everything he had done. How lucky he was for 15 wonderful years. Leonard’s feet had brought him to the bedside he’s spent so much time at in the past 6+ months. He found himself telling the Vulcan things too, those sad eyes of his friend giving him a sad smile when they glanced back for a moment even though his lips never moved. The way they reminisce memories together of Spock. Right until the soft chime of the timer filled the air.

“N-No, No, Can’t I-”

“I’m sorry Jim.”

“No! Please! Please—!”

“I can’t, Kiddo.”

What caused McCoy to look up at Spock’s vitals he doesn’t know, but he steps closer. His friend’s sobs almost becoming background noise as something captures his attention. He shakes his head but..no it doesn’t go away. It only stops and starts to drift back down when Jim stopped talking.

“Jim- You- F-Five more minutes okay? You can have five more minutes- actually you can have ten more minutes.”

Jim seems confused because he apparently had started to move to get up, but the moment he tells him that he’s back to being glued to Spock’s side. Leonard’s hoping this is what he thinks it is. It started to climb again as Jim told a story. He needs to see if it will keep going up. If so there’s a very slim chance his idea will work even if it does.

Five minutes seem to pass like forever.

“Bones what are you looking for?”

“Don’t worry about me Jim, you keep talking to Spock alright?”

“A-Alright.”

McCoy preps the needle, walking over to the bed as he sets it down and grabs a cotton swab.

“Bones?”

“Keep talking kiddo. Tell him about the fake plant in our dorm at the Academy.”

Jim doesn’t argue, but actually laughs weakly at the memory. He then begins to tell Spock all about the fake plant he had let Bones water for weeks before telling him it was fake.

McCoy cleans the spot on Spock’s arm just at the number rolls over where it needed to be. He holds his breath as he presses the needle into his skin and pushes down on the plunger. Before removing it and placing a small bandage over it.

“How much time do I have left?”

“I gave you five more minutes because I lost track.”

That was a lie, he actually kept track but he needed to know if this would work. So he returned to his little corner, feeling like every second was an hour. Then came the deep inhale.

“S-Spock?”

Jim lifted his head. Leonard wondered if it was the bond they shared.

“What is it Jim?”

“I—I can fe-el the bond, it’s just barely tingling.”

Two minutes later..

A finger moves though the Vulcan’s husband didn’t see it Leonard did. Jim says he’s noticed more of the bond. His hopes are rising.

Then after little increments of Five, and many more times telling Jim those words he will never want to say again in his life.

“Five more minutes.”

The eyes although doped heavily up, opened for the first time in months.

The cry of pure and utter joy that left Jim as he cupped Spock’s cheek.

“B-Bones. Bone’s he’s awake!”

“I see— I see Jim.”

Thank god. Thank god he Knew how to wait,

Five more minutes.

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To follow up on an earlier post

Link to AOS:

❤️Absolutely Smitten❤️

- TOS Spirk edition

A/n:

It gets pretty angsty so hold on.

Also know in this Fic, Bones doesn’t know the details about Tarsus IV that info is extremely classified and really, only select people know about it. So it’s really been swept under the carpet in this particular fic.

Spock heads down the hallway and to Jim’s quarters. Buzzing in as he always does.

....

No response.

So he tried again.

...

No response.

Now things were getting a little concerning. So when he buzzed for a third time and got no response he types in the override code for Jim’s quarters. Absolutely worried sick, and he realized standing there that...

Spock can’t feel their bond.

That prospect alone sends his heart racing even faster than his normal resting heart rate. Yet he swallows his panic as the doors open with their familiar squeak and he’s engulfed into a warm dark room. The doors squeak again as they closed behind him.

“Jim? My Jim, where are you? Are you alright?”

The worry while he can control it physically, slips into his tone. Eyes already adjusting for the darkness of the room, a small tribute to his Vulcan biology. His eyes adjust much quicker than a humans does.

“Go away Spock.”

Came the sharpest reply the Vulcan’s almost positive he’s ever heard. While the words themselves were not super harmful, the tone punctured.

On the bed was a small heep of blankets, he can only assume that huddled in all of those blankets was his Husband. He allows himself to frown and his brows to furrow. Jim never wanted him to leave whenever he was upset, always wanting him to hold close and not let go. So something, although going through his eidetic memory he doesn’t see anything.

“Jim, My-“

“I said Go. Away. Commander. Consider it an order from your Captain.”

Something was really wrong then. Yet he would not leave Jim’s side. Whatever it was, he had made a vow until death did they part. He wasn’t leaving.

“Then you will need to fill out the insubordination paperwork shortly.”

He sees the blankets move, and he can only assume he is being looked at.

“I am not leaving K’diwa. I am your bond mate, and I am worried about you. You did not answer your door, I cannot feel our bond, and your tone is enough evidence that there is something bothering you. I vowed to care for you and I intend to get to the bottom of it, so if that means facing insubordination charges then I will.”

More ruffling of sheets and blankets, and now he can see his bond mate. The dark brown hair, and make out his eyes in the darkness. Hand reached out towards him, and the pain is so sharp at the horrible broken voice his beloved uses. Their bond floods open and he can feel all of the jagged edges of self hatred attacking Jim’s mind.

“S-Sp-ock-”

His feet move on their own and in moments flat Spock had Jim in his lap still wrapped in a couple of blankets but held firmly. He sobs begging apologies from his lips and promises to never leave him. Every broken sound that leaves him makes the Vulcan’s heart ache, and wanting to tear apart whoever caused these precious tears to spill.

He assures Jim that he did no wrong, that he did not feel any hurt emotions at his words. That there was nothing there other than his overwhelming concern for the person he values the most. That he will always be there. Always.

He sends all of the pure intense love he feel for the brunette in his lap and reassurance through their bond to Jim. Using their physical proximity as an easy way to tap into his beloved’s head in gentle attempts to soothe the hurt he can feel. Whatever caused this got him good, where it hurt.

Eventually he calmed and Spock whispers gently resting his forehead against his human’s,

“K’diwa, My James, will you tell me now what is wrong?”

... There’s hesitation showing in those hazel eyes staring up at him,

“I promise you, no matter what you say, I will listen to every word.”

...

“Is there a problem with how I eat, Spock?”

What? That was such an odd question. Yet with those hazel eyes hanging onto his every moment for his reply he placed a gentle kiss to his forehead and answered,

“I have never seen it vary from normal that would produce the need for comment or medical intervention.”

...

“Do I hoard food, Spock?”

Spock instead of answering taps into their bond and catches just the thought of one event.

Tarsus IV

“Ha’su, does this have to do with Tarsus IV?”

He asks and Jim looks away ashamed- he knows he’s ashamed because he can’t hide it this close to Spock. Yet using one hand he guides his beautiful hazel gaze back to his own.

“My K’diwa, Tarsus IV is an indescribable horror you had to face at such a young age. I know you have tried your best to heal some of those wounds. I know this trauma will haunt you for the rest of your life, and it will always affect how you eat. A famine and genocide. Yes, I do notice you have a few non-perishable items around your quarters. However, I simply attributed them to the fact Humans need to eat more frequently.”

He runs a hand through those brown locks he loves so, so very much. He watches as those lips, a little swollen from his cries open,

“When food became such a struggle and for so long...I-I just—”

“Shh. You need not explain yourself to me. Your trauma and struggle with food is not invalid. It will never ever. Ever. Be invalid.”

This brings back a smaller wave of tears as his husbands arms wrapped around his neck rather then around his middle as they were originally.

“Did someone bring this up?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Bones. Though he didn’t bring Tarsus itself up, he just made a comment on my eating habits and it well...Lead to an argument. He doesn’t know the full story though. I just haven’t told him yet because I haven’t been ready to. He only knows what my records say. Which isn’t much because the federation wanted to keep it hush hush.”

Spock nodded. So he would have to make a trip to Medbay and have an informative discussion with Dr. McCoy.

“Please don’t be mad at Him. He doesn’t know,”

“I am not mad because he did not know. However, I will be having a conversation with him if you are amenable to that to inform him of it so you will not have to.”

He feels a gentle nod at his words. Agreeing with him

‘I love you, and thank you for not leaving me alone and being willing to talk to Bones for me.’

‘I love you too, my Jim. I am absolutely smitten for thee, and I wish you to never forget that. Sleep now,’

‘I won’t, I promise I will never forget...’

Sleep the brunette does. It’s almost mere moments and he feels their bond gently going dormant. It’s still several moments before he gently rests his husband down and goes to speak with McCoy.

—

(Bonus scenes because I feel like it)

—

“Oh my god,”

Leonard’s hand his over his mouth. He was sitting at his desk as Spock had advised him to do so. Shock and guilt coated over himself.

“I didn’t know, I swear-”

“He informed me of such. I am not mad Dr. McCoy. I simply wished for you to understand.”

“I need to go apologize-”

“He is resting, however I am willing to let you know when he wakes.”

“Yes. Right. Thank you, Spock. I promise, I never would of said anything if I’d known. The only thing in his files says is he’s a Tarsus IV survivor. Nothing more. I never even knew what it was until now.”

“I understand Dr. McCoy.”

And he does.

“I will leave you to process this, and to go attend to Jim when he wakes.”

Leonard nodded as Spock exited.

Spock was holding Jim as he yawns and those Hazel eyes open. He doesn’t say anything but he can feel the gentle buzz in his head from seeing that his husband was still here just as he promised he would be.

“Commander Spock to Medbay,”

“Medbay here, What is it?”

“The Captain is awake if you wish to see him,”

“Alright. Be up in 15 minutes.”

“Noted. Spock out,”

The transmission was cut.

His partner seemed confused, so Spock relayed the message.

“He wishes to apologize directly, and I said I would inform him of your awakening.”

A simple nod comes from Jim.

...

It was actually less than 15 minutes when Bones shows up. Normally Leonard would say something to get them apart, but given what happened he isn’t going to say a thing about Spock holding Jim.

“Jim?”

The brunette’s head turns to look at his best friend.

“Hey, I wanted to apologize for what I said.”

He sits down on the edge of the bed. Spock watches as those hazel eyes follow him.

“Jim, god. I never, I never would have said any- any of that if I had known. I promise you. I had no idea what sort of demon you deal with every time you go to eat in your head.”

“It’s alright-”

“It’s not though Jim. I shouldn’t have said those things in-”

“Leonard.”

The doctors name makes him fall quiet.

“Leonard, You didn’t know. I hadn’t told you...Yet now that you know, could we schedule an appointment to maybe..do something about it?”

“Maybe try some anti-anxiety medications?”

Jim nodded.

“You got it kiddo. Whenever you’re ready you just let me know alright?”

“Alright.”

Bones gives a nod to Spock who had been silent for this whole time. He knows that means to gently and lovingly encourage him to do so in the near future. He leaves but not before Jim surprised them both by pulling the doctor into a hug. They held on for just a few moments and even Spock could tell the world was alright once more. The doctor then left, and Spock went back to holding his partner. Humming as he gently guided him back to sleep, and shortly drifted off after.

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I’ve had a really really crappy day. So here’s some hurt comfort for you.

Pairing: Spirk

Universe: AOS (- A tos version will be out shortly)

Titled:

Absolutely Smitten ❤️

Locked.

Jim’s quarters were Locked.

Jim’s quarters were never locked. Ever. Ever. He firmly believed in an open-door policy, that way if any of his crew needed him, he would be there. Yet here Spock was, buzzing for a second time to be let into his captain and bondmate’s quarters. This was unlike him. The fact he was receiving no answer either was also rather unnerving.

Instead of going through their bathroom- or even considering it a possibility. Buzzing in for a third time seems pointless when he hasn’t answered the previous two. The Vulcan punches in a medical override code McCoy had told him about and him alone. The doors slide open as it goes through and instantly the Vulcan notices just how off everything in in Jim’s room.

He steps inside and the first things he notices are how dark and warm it is. Behind him the doors slide shut, enveloping him in the darkness. It takes a few moments but his eyes quickly adjust to the change in lighting, being better able to see than a human at night. The warmth was off putting. His partner was never the one to turn up the heat, usually because he’s so hot natured and it turning the temperature down in his room. So what the possible reason for the combination he is unsure and albeit he won’t admit it a little on edge.

He turns to the figure on the bed, concern instantly sweeping over him when he hears the muffled sob. His blood feels like it’s turned ice cold even in this heat, and his heart leapt up into his throat. He freezes right as he hears it again, worry swamping him immediately. His beloved? Crying? That was a rare combination if and of itself.

“Ashayam?”

“Go ‘way,”

Yet Spock’s feet move in the other direction, towards him. He sits down on the edge of the bed, the blonde’s back turned to him.

“Ashal-veh, please.”

“No,”

However he can tell with knowing Jim for awhile that tone he used means don’t leave me, I just need held. Even when his words say otherwise. With ease the Vulcan moves his bond mate into his arms even though he’s protesting. They stop the moment he’s on the other’s lap being cradled. Oh how his heartaches at the sight, even in the dim lighting he can see where Jim has been crying, and hard too; for hours possibly.

“Jim, my k’diwa, what’s wrong?”

“S’ nothing, and quit with the pet names if you can’t stick to just one,”

Alright. There is something definitely wrong with this picture. Normally speaking, the blonde with the most stunningly, electrifyingly blue sapphire eyes the Vulcan’s ever seen that could easily stop one’s heart with just a glance if they wanted to; loved being called many different names. Ashayam, K’diwa, Ha’su, T’hy’la. Just to name a few.

“K’diwa, my Jim, please tell me what has upset you? I cannot remedy the situation if you do not tell me what is wrong.”

A sad sniffle comes from his partner as he feels the human’s arms wrap around his neck. A face hiding itself in the crook of his neck. A small bout of relief washes over him as he feels him give into the desire Spock was certain was there. He, (much to the human’s chagrin), knew him too well. He could easily see right through, and to his bond mate even without their bond could see the emotions and he heart he wears on the sleeve of that gold command shirt.

“Y—You’re not mad at me?”

Mad?...Mad? Why would Spock have any reason to be mad? He shakes his head,

“No, K’diwa, I am not mad.”

“You seemed that way in the lab earlier. At first I thought it was just you being annoyed, but then I felt like you were angry at me,”

This provoked sobs that caused Spock’s embrace to tighten around his beloved. The ache only growing as he kisses the top of his head, when he started to gentle rock his weeping bond mate he’s not sure. He’s almost positive though, it’s a trait from his mother. She would do the same rocking- not always side to side but it was one of them, motion whenever something was wrong.

So this was about the lab earlier today, while he had been showing one of the diplomats around the ship and Jim had decided to join him in the laboratory. The memory’s surface as he whispers,

“No, I was not mad at you. I think you misunderstood my intentions K’diwa, but I also apologize that I may have not made them as clear as I perhaps thought I was.”

Those heartbreaking blue eyes were suddenly looking at him, and he can’t help but spare a thumb to wipe away their tears.

“How?”

It’s so broken and sad it takes a moment for him to reply, just because of how emotionally charged this moment is.

“I was merely worried about your safety, some of the things you picked up I was worried you would spill. I know you understand how to handle chemicals and other equipment of the same purpose, but I cannot help but be concerned as your chief science officer, your first officer, but most importantly your bond mate that something may happen.”

He places his forehead gently against the others,

“I do not wish for you to get hurt of any sort, and the fact I have unintentionally reduced you to tears pains me. My Jim, my K’diwa, my ha’su, my T’hyla, I am so sorry.”

When Jim was the one to close the gap between them, he picked up on the silent acceptance of his apology; No words needed to help convey it. With it he feels the bond reopen, and he quickly swamps it with as much love and adoration as one can. He can feel the flutter of gratitude across Jim’s skin now as well as a few more emotions such as relief. A sigh leaves both of them almost at the same time. Spock moves them to be laying down, or at least propped up using the pillows against the bulkhead.

“So you’re not mad?”

“Of course not, I am absolutely smitten by you Jim.”

“You sound like someone from an old historical fiction novel,”

“Shh, K’diwa, sleep. I know you are tired,”

The blonde doesn’t argue him this. He is in fact undeniably tired. Spock feels the moment he drift off. It was true, though, no matter how cheesy it sounded. Spock was truly, utterly and completely...

Absolutely Smitten ❤️

(Ending A/n):

So this just kinda came to me randomly, and yeah it’s kinda short but honeslty I adore the way it came out. It started as a Drabble, which you can still see here and there in some parts. Overall though, I hope you enjoyed!

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I just wanted to put this out there, that I promise I’m still alive. I sometimes forget my blog exists and then I’m like- oh yeah I should probably post

A n d t h e n I t d o s e n t h a p p e n.

So yeah. I’ll post some little Drabble sometime today or tomorrow while I think of a plot for uh maybe a potential series we’ll see idk.

Anyways, let's head to the second star on the right then straight on til morning!

~mtfa :>

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Howdy!

Decided to put this out there before I forget. (To those wondering: Yes I do know it’s also in my Bio, but I want to put this in its own post).

I’m looking for Long-Term Rp partners!

Some things to know:

- Spirk. Spock x Kirk. I don’t need to say more on that matter It explains itself.

- I want to play Jim. (I’m still working on getting comfy writing Spock so forgive me). - TOS or AOS, (I prefer aos but I do also love tos). - Length

of your reply doesn’t bother me, however that being said,

- No one/two-liners.

but yeah no. The longer the reply I’m happy.

- 3rd person, please? I’m sorry but first person kinda weirds me out.

- Im willing to double up on characters if I need to. Say bones is needed in a scene? I will gladly play him.

- you don’t need any symbols for a characters action. I don’t use them so I’d be a hypocrite for asking. The only thing I ask is you use “”, for speaking.

- The most important on the list:

Please be active, or if you can’t let me know that. I try so hard to make myself available and let you know if I’m busy. I’d like the curtesy returned.

- My main platform is discord. It’s where I’m most comfortable role playing.

So what exactly am I interested in Plot wise? At the top of the list:

- Hurt or angst/comforts

- on the same note as above, Rping out arguments

- Kingdom Aus

- Ship life

- Coming up with ideas that we both want to do.

Anyways if You’re interested shoot me a message on here.

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Taking a small break from your regularly scheduled programing.

This is based on an audio clip I love. You’ll figure it out pretty quick.

Any who have some Spock pining over Jim and getting advice from McCoy.

(Sidebar: Bones & Spock’s friendship is one I've definitely come to adore. Like sure they argue and go toe to toe, but deep down if something happened to the other you know they'd spring into action.)

“You think you’ve got everybody fooled don't cha?”

McCoy looked up from his drink, and over at the Vulcan who raised an eyebrow in response. He took another swig and shook his head,

“Not me Spock, I've known you too long, ”

He looks over at Jim who’s smiling and chatting away with their fellow crewmates as well as a couple of old friends from their academy days. What their names were, he doesn't remember. He swirls the brown liquid in his glass.

“No matter how hard you try to deny it, I can tell you care as much about him as he cares about you.”

He looks back to meet narrowed eyes from the Vulcan, but it doesn’t stop him. Really it’s something he’s gotten used to with how many times they go toe to toe.

“Just admit that you love him,”

When the man tries to get up to leave, McCoy’s hand firmly grasps his wrist stopping him from rising further and causing him to sit back down. Although, he can feel the frustration radiating in his direction.

“Because I know that you do.”

He looks back over at Jim, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Spock’s followed his gaze.

“That little persistent kid has somehow gotten in under the Vulcan wire,”

He turns back to the commander whose lowered his head, eyes refusing to meet, the hand on the table curled into a fist.

“And that’s what’s happened, huh?”

His tone was lowered and gentle, he sets the glass down. There’s a few moments of silence between them, where he’s not sure what’s going to happen next.

“Admit the truth Spock,”

He coaxes. While the Vulcan has never been easy to read, and he’s never done it ever to Jim’s fluent level. He’s not stupid when it comes to having feelings for someone, and wanting to deny them. He just didn’t notice it at first. It’s the way Spock seems to be more at ease when his friend walks into the room, the way they click together like clockwork, the way they spend so much time together. That was nothing compared when the Vulcan almost killed another when he died.

The constant hovering over his shoulder when he brought Jim back, their conversations there for awhile only revolved around the captain in question. The instant relief he could see in the Commander’s stiff posture— well, his posture was always stiff in McCoy’s opinion, but this was even more so than usual, going back to normal stiffness when said captain woke up.

“You love him, don’t you?”

The glassy eyes that meet his is all the indication he needs. They both know the answer. He reaches over and squeezed the man’s shoulder,

“It’s okay Spock, go on and leave. I’ll hold them off,”

He sat back down and lets go of his wrist. Picking the glass back up and finishing it, right as the man turned to go he added on:

“Oh and Spock, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

He could’ve sworn he almost saw a smile- a sad but grateful smile- on the man’s lips when he nodded, though he’s not sure if maybe that’s just the alcohol or lighting talking because it vanishes just as quickly as he thought he caught it. He just shakes his head mumbling to himself but watching after the Vulcan for a few heartbeats as he walks away then leaves,

“Lovesick hobgoblins, you just can’t make things easy with them can you?”

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You said, “Jump” instead I fell hard for you. (Part 2.)

Pairing: Spirk

Universe: AOS, teen-fic.

A/n: This may or may not end up a series because...because...I...dunno we’ll see. Link to part one :https://minithefutureawaits09.tumblr.com/post/650840335516336128/another-drabble-cause-why-not-pairing-spirk

Any who’s, Let’s begin.

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Jim sat feeling awkward in the foyer of the Embassy. He’d been told by the woman at the desk that she’d sent a message and Spock would come down to retrieve him. This place was well-taken care of. From the shiny marble floors to the Vulcan script on the walls. Every detail in its place. He felt extremely underdressed.

With his plain brown jacket, black t-shirt, jeans, and worn tennis shoes. His hair he’d bothered to make look decent at least, rather than the messy unkempt style from day to day. The sofa was nice too, a simple blue color to complement the rest of the room. If he was being honest it reminded him of the Emerald City from "The Wizard of Oz," just with the way they had described it and the way this room looks. Just as he started to wonder if he’s been forgotten about a voice says his name,

“Jim?”

”Over here, Spock.”

He stands up and waves, shoving his free hand into his pocket. A smile tugged his lips upward as he eyed the other’s outfit. It was a set of robes, much more casual and comfortable looking but similar to the one that the receptionist was wearing. It was a solid black with soft grey designs over it and again, much nicer than what he was wearing. He held onto both of Spock’s arms loosely as he stood much closer. Taking in those brown orbs as they reflected the light, yet seemed to have a nervous glitz about them.

“I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about me,”

“I apologize, though I did not forget, the elevator took longer than anticipated arriving.”

“It’s alright. How’re you this morning?” “I am functioning adequately, and yourself?”

“I’m tired, but happy to see you.” “Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“It’s from the trip here, it was a bit farther than I thought it was.” “I see. Though, I am pleased to see you as well.” “So...”

“Shall we head back for chess?”

“Sure. Lead the way, Spock.”

Jim took hold of Spock’s arm as though he was being escorted. He could see the way he seemed a little bothered, but didn’t say anything. Was he making him uncomfortable? He didn’t seem uncomfortable last night from his touch, in fact it was the opposite. Well...It also might have to do with the receptionist who seemed keen on staring at them, it was just them at the park last night. He made uncomfortable eye contact with her a couple of times.

Once in the safety of the elevator, Jim asked quietly,

“Spock, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all, Jim. It has just been a few years since I have been touched like that.”

“Alright. If you say so.”

It wasn’t a lie, etiquette classes had been almost 7.5 years ago. Though this was likely not what Jim was intending by his question. He knew was referring to the way Spock’s posture had stiffened which was actually a reaction he both couldn’t quite control in time and didn’t know he had. He also realized this may be an opportunity to talk to his partner about the differences in their culture.

They arrived at the door in silence, Spock put in the code, and it slid open. He followed him into the room. Wow. It looked similar to the apartment he and his mom were staying in, though arranged differently.

They were standing in a hallway-like area, on the right, were two small archways that lead to the kitchen and a dining room. On the left, there were three closed doors, he guessed one was the bathroom and had no idea what the others could be. At the end of the hall where it opened up, he guessed might be a living room and a couple of bedrooms.

Spock took his jacket, and he removed his shoes next to the Vulcan's.

“This way, ”

Jim nodded and he took hold of Spock’s hand, who warmly closed his hand around the human’s. He was lead into the open room. He smiled, he’d guessed right. The room was the living room. Decorated with a couple of black sofas, a glass coffee table, and a television on the wall. There were a couple of wide floor-to-ceiling windows on either side of the tv and they both had light grey curtains that appeared to be silk.

There was a small table that he hadn’t noticed, by one of the doors. It had two wooden chairs on either side. Spock let go of his hand and pulled out one of the chairs, gesturing for him to sit. So, he sat down and was effortlessly pushed in.

“If you will wait here, I will go retrieve the chess set.”

Jim nodded and Spock disappeared back down the hall. He heard a door open and close. He let out a sigh. He wondered if the Vulcan felt as out of place as he did at the moment. He likely didn’t the young human reasoned, and he seemed way stiffer than when they’d meet at the library. Did Spock even notice the change in his behavior or was Jim overthinking & over analyzing things that weren’t there? Was he trying to read the fine print that didn’t exist, or between the lines thinking some secret message is going to show? Maybe this wasn’t a good idea- No. He wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to hang out with his friend.

First the long and tedious walk here, then the awkward talk with the receptionist, the underdressed feeling, and now the stiff boyfriend. Could his day be going any more funky? He sighed again. The word pulled the boy up short now that he thought about it. Boyfriend. B-o-y-f-r-i-e-n-d. This was the first serious committed relationship in his life. Although his company was certainly not appriciated nor welcomed in the beginning he honestly isn’t sure what he’s going to do without it. Sure, he’s lived before without the Vulcan’s presence in his life but he’s not sure he can go back to doing so again.

The blonde was scared from his thoughts by a sniffle. He lifted his hands to his eyes to realize they were wet. Had he been crying? He doesn’t remember ever starting. He wiped the tears away with his hand, but they kept coming. He heard the door down the hall open and he started to panic. Jesus Christ, why can’t he hold it together all of a sudden?

He places his head down, face hidden by his arms as he hopes maybe his partner will think he fell asleep in the shot time from exhaustion. He’s saying a silent prayer his breathing isn’t going to be the thing to give it away. He could always blame it on a nightmare. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. Say he fell asleep briefly after laying his head down and boom. Nightmare happened.

He heard footsteps and the faint noise of game pieces in a box coming toward his general direction and stopping closely.

“Jim?”

He opted not to respond. He’d have to come up with another excuse if he did.

He heard the box be sat down in front of him, and a gentle shake of his shoulder followed. Again no response. When the shake firmed up he moved quickly, wide-eyed and a gasp. The hand had shot back out of surprise as quickly as possible. He wiped at his eyes as a few tears continued to fall.

He glanced over at Spock and at first he saw a surprised look come across his face when he moved so suddenly before the Vulcan pulled whatever emotion he was feeling back under control.

“Jim, are you alright?“

“Y—Yeah, jus’ a Nightmare I suppose,”

God who’s cracking sad voice was that?

“Did you actually sleep adequately last night?”

“B—Best I could, I did have a few terrors last night too,”

And they were real bad, he was up for awhile after with his mom. Though why did he just admit that? He internally scolds himself. There was no reason for that.

“Come,”

Spock had taken one of his hands and was pulling him up and leading him to somewhere.

“But what about—”

“The chess game can wait,”

“But I-”

“Jim, please.”

Jim conceded the argument after that, and stood up. He felt an arm around his waist and was pulled close to the Vulcan, his free hand resting against the chest in front of him. Letting go of his hand momentarily, and with a gentle touch, the blonde felt his tears be wiped away. He looked up to meet the other’s concerned look. Though his face remained neutral for the most part, he could see the gloss of concern coating those chocolate like orbs he’s coming to adore, and the hint of a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He looks away feeling ashamed, this was a stupid idea; his cheeks start prickling with warmth as he feels the tears form against his will in his eyes. Spock rests his forehead against his partner’s, and the floodgates open. He tries to shove away, to pull himself together and stop making an embarrassment of himself but the firm grasp around him only tightens.

“It is alright Jim,”

A firm but gentle voice tells him. He’s acutely aware of the swaying motion that started. It’s actually what got his attention; that and the warmth surrounding his thoughts. Emotions that are not his own flowing freely. Understanding, reassurance, were the strongest followed by one he’s unsure of. Admiration? What was admirable about his ugly crying, or the half lie he told? What was so admirable about him in this state?

The warmth around his thoughts pulled a little firmer as the voice whispered,

‘Nash-veh ashaya du,’

He opened his eyes, just as the action was mirrored by his partner.

“Is that you I’m feeling?”

He heard the chuckle in his head that confirmed his question. It was. A smile broke out on his face, even if it was still pink and puffy from his tears. He felt himself be guided over to one of the sofas.

His memory has a small gap. He’s not sure exactly how they got into this potion because in all honesty he was busy mentally talking with Spock. He was listening to his explanation what the difference of what their touch last night versus now was.

It was likely Jim was too out of it to really comprehend what Spock was saying. He wasn’t reacting at all like he’d calculated precisely, or maybe he had overestimate, or— That’s when he felt the leveled out breathing. The stilled mind under his fingers, which he withdrew for a much more comfortable position leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation. Just picking up on Jim’s surface thoughts now, surface emotions. He closed his eyes and before he knew it, he too joined the other in sleep.

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